A Tempting Vacation

Pam had just retreated once again to the shower when Beth came into the hotel room, then moments later into the bathroom, matter of factly saying, "I got all the luggage, and some clean towels from the maid cart. I also found the keys to unlock Ron. He's pretty happy to be free, but still super sore."

"Well, I'm glad you're back too, I mean, I had to stay in the bathroom practically the whole time since you took anything I could possibly have worn with you!"

"Sorry about that. I guess "practically' means that there was a little awkwardness with young Ron, huh?" Beth responded, giving her friend a sly grin, while still doing her best to conceal her knowledge of what had actually occurred over the past hour.

As Pam was stepping from the shower, drying herself with a nice, clean towel, she said, "Luckily I outsmarted you, and was able to fashion some clothing from the roll of toilet paper," then paused briefly, nodding to the empty cardboard tube on the counter when continuing, "it provided me at least a little modesty while I helped the poor boy go to the bathroom. You really know no bounds, do you?" she conveyed in a tone indicating more feigned irritation than genuine anger at the audacious actions taken by her perpetually naughty friend.

"I'm sure I don't have any idea what you're talking about." Beth replied, and assuming Pam would be happy to move beyond a discussion about what had transpired in her absence, said, "I was thinking we should get our stuff together, check out and grab some lunch on our way to meet the ship at the port in Ft Lauderdale. I'm sure we've all had enough of these four walls." Besides, now wasn't the time for divulging her knowledge of all Pam had done to her daughter's boyfriend.

Ron took a long, hot shower in an attempt to soothe his aching muscles. He even did as Beth had instructed, and applied the nail polish remover she'd gotten, to his randomly pink dick. Luckily, it worked like a charm, and his cock was perfectly clean. He stepped from the shower to find a polo shirt and pair of shorts provided by Beth, and of course, no underwear. He'd decided in the shower that even after the obvious sexual nature of their interactions since checking into the hotel (if not before), he still needed to play along with whatever silly rationalizations she and Pam brought up about what had happened. He'd learned that Pam needed these excuses to assuage her guilt, and that Beth tended to play along, even as she eventually pushed Pam once again toward inappropriate interactions with him.

Thomas greeted them at the lobby counter, unable to extinguish the recurring images flooding his mind, of how they'd tormented the incredibly lucky young man standing before him. As he was finalizing the receipt with yet another well deserved discount for his favorite guest, the small TV on the back counter issued a weather warning, followed by an attractive, blonde weather girl appearing on the screen. 'So once again, there is a severe surf warning from Hollywood beach all the way down to Miami. It may be a sunny, hot afternoon, but the offshore storm is really churning up the water, causing substantial undertow. Please be advised. Further, all Cruise Ships scheduled to dock this afternoon, will be delayed into port. Cruise lines should be contacted directly for more details.'

As the TV reporter continued to repeat the same information, Pam spoke, "Oh no, what does this mean? I was planning on knocking out about 5 hours tonight to make the drive less grueling on Saturday. Sir?" she looked to Thomas, "Can I use your phone to call the cruise line, I'm sure I have the info here somewhere?" She stated while digging through her purse.

After learning that Amy's ship was taking a 4 hour detour around the band of storms, they decided to grab lunch then eventually Pam had agreed to a few hours soaking up some sun on the beach. Her guilt was strong, maybe the most consuming guilt she'd experienced on this vacation, which would be saying a lot. How could she have behaved the way she did that morning. The prior night, drunk, stoned, and with Beth's manipulative orchestration nudging her onward, was plenty bad enough, but this morning, she'd agreed to smoke a joint with Ron, then steadily teased and touched him until he'd been unable to resist body convulsing, nearly back-to-back orgasms. There was no doubt as to how sexual their interaction had been, her paper thin rationalization offering only the barest of cover.

She'd made it very clear to Ron just before Beth returned that the teasing interaction was over. Amy's looming arrival was only stoking her guilty conscience to an ever higher level, and she just had to retreat back from the edge of perversions she'd been dancing with for the past several days. Yes, the beach would necessitate bikinis, which was not outside the bounds of normal interactions, even if their swimwear was on the smaller side, but she also believed Ron when he said the hot sun might help ease his soreness from having been bound for the past 12 hours or so.

Beth decided over drinks at lunch, to keep the fun going, and since neither Pam nor Ron would likely have ever heard of Haulover Beach, she decided it would be the perfect way to burn some time before going to the port, and said, "So Thomas, you know at the hotel, said there was a beach about halfway to Ft Lauderdale that would be a fun stop to burn some time."

Ron, not knowing Beth's plan, had been looking forward to seeing all the hot bodies parading about like he'd seen on MTV, and sort of jokingly spoke up, "Hey, I thought we were going to hang with the models on South Beach?"

"Oh Ron," Beth shot back, " is that all you ever think about. I would think you've had enough, ahem, enough visual stimulation on this vacation to last you through college." She laughed, with Pam somewhat nervously joining in at Beth's vague reference to their numerous naughty interactions.

Beth pulled into the Haulover Parking lot, and they went to the changing rooms to put on their suits. Her efforts to distract Pam by asking a few more questions about her time alone with Ron had worked so far, and Pam had not noticed any of the clothing optional signs.

As they strode through the tunnel under A1A to reach the beach, Ron was thrilled to once again see Pam wearing the red and white stripped bikini he'd so admired by their condo pool, and Beth with her boobs threatening to pop over the of the green demi-cup bikini she'd worn that same day. Of course, Beth had covertly insisted he wear the clingy blue trunks she and Sue had helped him buy at the boutique the day the shop docked, which was also the day she tormented him in the shower until she'd managed to impale her petite yet curvy Asian body upon his tortuously hard cock.

Pam was recalling some of the same memories of the way she'd covertly teased Ron sunbathing by the pool in this, her most conservative bikini since Beth had altered her wardrobe.

And Beth was talking nonstop about how perfect the day was, even though there were obviously some rather substantial storms over the horizon. Her patter along with the distracting thoughts of the others enabled her to direct them past the 'clothing option beyond this point 'sign, and walk until the inevitable occurred.

Pam spied them first, the elderly couple, leathery tanned from hours in the Florida sun, and given that the tan was the same all over, they were no strangers to a nude beach. "Oh my god, Beth, look at those two old people up there, butt naked. Is this a nude beach?" She said, her accusatory intent evident in her voice, even if she didn't directly call Beth out.

Ron perked up at once, and began looking beyond the grey hairs, for more appealing eye candy. Just the thought of being around naked people, even after the unbelievable eroticism he endured over the past days, was causing his cock to expand. Of course, unknown to him, he probably had enough cialis coursing through his body to give him hardons for the rest of the summer.

Beth replied, saying, "well I guess that is what Thomas meant when he said this beach would be a fun stop. Don't freak out you two, I've always wanted to check out a nude beach to see what it is all about. Most people say it is not really sexual, just mostly people that like being naturalists." Beth stated what she had indeed read, but didn't believe it anymore when speaking the words than when she'd seen it in print.

Feeling emboldened by the actions of Pam and Beth, in particular over the past two days, Ron spoke up while working to not spook Pam by being too confident of his appeal to her, rather than contrite for his, albeit involuntary, participation in their hotel shenanigans. "Uh, I admit, I am a little curious, can't we stay for just a little while.....we don't have to join in, I just want to people watch."

"Well," Pam offered, "I am sure you do want to 'watch people'" before pausing, then added, "I guess we can add this to a list of things that stay just between us. Based on the first couple we saw, it could be good for a few laughs."

"Good, let's walk up a bit further to be in the heart of the action." Beth directed, and they passed lots of different body types, some more attractive than others, and numerous men who seemed most interested in where the two gym honed hotties were going to set up camp.

They spread the hotel pool towels Thomas had given them, and got comfortable. Ron's trunks were already misshapen from the excitement of the situation, and both Pam and Beth worked to not be too obvious in the attention it demanded. Beth and Ron both knew the cycle with Pam, push her to the edge, then when her guilt took hold, go back to a more innocent interaction until Beth found a way to reel her back in. Beth planned to keep it vanilla until she could hopefully find a way to amp things up some.

After 15 minutes or so, Ron complained of being hot and said he was heading to the surf. Even clothed, his immodest swimsuit drew second looks from several women strolling up the coastline. Evidently, seeing them alone gave courage to two middle aged looking men that were walking up the beach. They were both naked, and actually had decent bodies, and average, maybe a little above average sized flaccid cocks. They appeared to have been drinking for quite a while, and began to say mildly inappropriate things not long after striking up a conversation. Pam was obviously flustered by having two strange penises hanging at eye level no more than three feet from their towels. Beth, on the other hand, was put off by their aggressive and inappropriate behaviour.

"So, the beach is pretty crowded today, I guess that means you two are getting the full array of penises bouncing past, huh?" said man #1. Man #2 added, "we haven't seen many that outpace our divining rods," and as if to erase any doubt as to his coded words, began to sway his dick back and forth before them. "As a matter of fact, these divining rods are always seeking out moisture.....drew us right to you." he finished with a cocky smirk.

Pam started to respond, and Beth could tell from her stiffened posture of her upper body, that she was getting ready to torch them. At that moment, Beth saw Ron striding back to them, and reached out to lightly touch Pam's arm, the touch telling Pam that Beth had another way to go with these jerks.

"Well, those are quite impressive, you are right, and you are also right that we may be a little damp in our bikinis." She said with a wink, "but not due to anything you two have shown us......Hey, Ron, let me introduce you to these two men who have stopped by to talk, and show us what God bestowed upon them. Pam and I agree our earlier rule is over, you can take off your trunks to experience what a nude beach is really like before we have to leave, right Pam?"

Pam looked to Beth, who gave her a quick wink as she nodded her head ever so slightly toward the two middle aged cocks attached to the two smirking middle aged men standing before them. Seeing Beth's play, Pam spoke up, "Absolutely, in fact we want you to take them off right now."

Beth, glad to see Pam playing along, said, "Come closer honey, let Auntie Beth and Auntie Pam help you." Beth's overly dramatic porn-like dialogue catching all three men off guard. She curled a finger to Ron to come closer, and he did.

Beth reached up and grabbed his waistband at his hip, and silently directed Pam to do the same on his other side. They jointly tugged down his trunks, revealing his impressive cock that was ever so slowly expanding from the unexpected turn of events. "Why don't you turn and say goodbye to our guests....I'm guessing they are ready to move on down the beach."

Ron, now finally aware of what Beth was up to, grinned a little as he turned to display his fat, heavy cock, almost fully extended past his balls, but still working up the blood flow to expand past its current engorged, yet relatively flaccid state.

The threesome broke into uncontrollable fits of laughter as the two men quickly left after being emasculated by Ron's cock. Ron, stood there before Pam and Beth, his cock growing hard even during the laughing fit, and Beth said, "Ron, you better sit down...I don't think it is socially acceptable to sport a full erection on the beach. At least laying down between us will shield you from everyone unless they walk directly in front of us.

As her laughing subsided, Pam realized they were once again in one of Beth's scenarios with Ron stark naked, with them technically properly attired, yet undisputedly oozing sex appeal as the bikinis did more to accentuate their amazing bodies rather than conceal them.

Given everything that she'd done last night and this morning, Pam felt it a bit silly to make a big deal out of their current situation, so she silently let Beth do her thing.

Beth wanted to find a way to take things to another level, but given the public beach and roaming life guards, she didn't want to cause a scene, plus she knew this was just another step in the stages of Pam's temptation cycle. Yet, she didn't offer Ron his blue trunks back, and was rather surprised that Pam didn't broach the idea of getting him dressed either. After another 20 minutes of lounging, Ron's erection had subsided, but his prick still lay engorged and hefty looking onto his hip. Pam and Beth treated his nudity as a common occurrence, which he realized was indeed the case since arriving in Miami, but still were not terribly discreet in their repeated lustful glances to his dick.

By 3:30 they had changed clothes in the beach changing rooms, and were headed to Lauderdale to meet the ship. As she drove, Beth's thoughts centered on the fact that this, the sexiest vacation she'd ever had, was coming to an end. She'd been thinking of ways to perhaps recreate some tortuous fun with Ron in the backseat on the drive back to Nashville, and given Pam's lack of exclamations of her guilt for spending over an hour with Amy's boyfriend and his cock at the beach, it would be a shame not to keep the fun going. But nothing would compare to the previous night spent justifying ways to stroke, lick, and kiss all up and down the girthy length of Ron's beautiful penis. Thinking further about how she'd fucked the blindfolded boy while Pam was passed out next to them had her pussy practically dripping.

Pam interrupted her lustful thoughts, saying, "I'm not sure what to do. I mean I think driving late into the night, after our lack of good sleep last night might not be wise." She could feel her face flush just with a general reference to their activities of the prior day. "I imagine by the time the ship docks and unloads all those people and luggage, it will be getting late."

"Why don't we just see what time it is when we can get away, then make a plan?" Beth replied.

Pam was proven right, and by the time the ship finally docked and disembarked, it was almost 7:00 p.m. Plus, Dave and Amy in particular, looked rather peaked from the somewhat rough weather they'd cruised through for the past several hours. Before Pam could even voice her concern about finding a hotel given all the delayed ships, Dave spoke up, "Ok, I know this is messing with your plans, so I asked the porter to call ahead to get us rooms. We were lucky, and he was able to reserve the last two rooms at the Marriott. Rooms are on me, since my cruise is causing you to change plans. What do you say?"

"Well, I guess we say thank you." Pam replied, genuinely appreciative of her ex husband's generosity. "Should we check in first, then grab some dinner?"

Two hours later, the group was sitting in the Marriott Bar, several drinks in when Dave said, "So, sorry again about the room set up, but at least we have rooms, and they are next door to each other, even if the bed selection is lacking. Now, I am proud of myself for remaining calm after my dear daughter came clean about her and Ron dating, and, I forgive you, Pam, for lying to me about it, but there is no way in hell they will be sleeping in the same room that I am paying for, so we have to figure out who sleeps where. Who shares the king bed, and who goes in the room with the two doubles?"

Pam agreed with Dave that Ron and Amy had to be separated. She also didn't want Ron with her and Beth, for the obvious reason her twisted friend couldn't be trusted not to seduce the poor, lucky, tormented boy, or to seduce her for that matter. Luckily Dave didn't push back at her recommendation that Ron join him and Sue in the double bed room, and Pam, Beth and Amy could share the king bed.

Sue had mixed feelings as she heard Dave and Pam work out the room assignments. She'd been feeling guilty for days about what had happened in the shower with the teenager and his impressive manhood, but now, with a nice wine buzz, her mind had largely shoved those remorseful feelings to the side. Now, graphic images of Ron's wet, slick body, bound to the small chair, and the way she'd pranced about him, intentionally tormenting the poor boy until she'd actually impaled her dripping cunt upon his oil coated, tumescent erection were playing in her head.

Upon hearing their solution, Sue's thoughts went straight to how she might get another look at Ron's penis. Most of the group, even the teenagers, had a good buzz going, when the waitress came by for more drink orders. Amy said to the table, "My head is still sort of squishy from the waves, I think I better slow down."

Sue seized the opportunity, saying, "Sweetie, you should have said something. I have my traveling drug store with me. I'll go get you something to help with your head." She wasn't quite sure what her plan was, other than hoping to get another glimpse of Ron's impressive penis, but as she rode the elevator back to the bar she came up with an idea.

Upon returning with her traveling drug organizer, Sue gave some Advil to Amy, neglecting to tell her they were Advil PMs. After handing her two of the blue pills, she dug through her stash, and handed two to Dave, saying, "Here honey, two Advil for your head too." He took them without question.

About 30 minutes later, Pam and Dave made sure everyone turned in at the same time, a united front to limit the time alone for the kids. Once in the room, Dave yawned, and excused himself to take a shower before bed. Sue knew his bedtime shower routine was quick, so she wasted no time to implement the next part of her plan, and fished from her purse two Viagra.

She did often lace Dave's drink with the powdered Cialis she'd given Beth, but when she wanted results fast, she went to the little blue boner pills. Unaware of the steady diet of Cialis Beth had been administering to Ron, she made a plan to give him some assistance in sprouting a boner in front of her. The idea of Dave sleeping soundly while she teased out a Viagra-aided erection from Ron, even while pledging to herself to do nothing beyond seeing it once again, caused her body to hum with sexual arousal. Her wine buzz making her deceitful actions easier to undertake, she said, "Ron, you look a little bleary eyed yourself, here, take these Advil PM. They'll help you have a sound night's sleep."