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I was recounting this story to a good friend, who's also a lesbian, about something that happened to me a few years ago.
It was one of those rare summer weekends, when nothing in particular was going on here in Guerneville. I had decided to do a very long bike ride on a a Saturday morning, doing a round trip from the hamlet of Fulton, just north of Santa Rosa, all the way to central Petaluma and back again. It was about 50 or so miles round trip, and when finished, I was feeling the distance. When I was done, mid-afternoon, I decided to drive back out to the River, but rather than go directly home, I decided what I needs was a soak in a hot tub.
There are a couple of resorts in town, where the locals could go a soak along with the resort guests, and several were 'clothing optional' as well. Now 'clothing optional' generally means you may feel like a complete dork, if you have something on. One resort in particular was well known for the hot tub doubling as 'play space' particularly at night. Daytime's generally another story, but not always.
That Saturday was on the cooler and cloudy side, so there were not too many men sunning themselves poolside, as I strode past to the tub enclosure. Frankly, I was sore and I was in a hurry to get into the water. My left calf was beginning to knot up. I was pulling off my tank and kicking off my shoes as I hurried into the tub.
The tub itself was empty, and I managed NOT to notice anything out of the ordinary as I whipped my ass out of my bike shorts and hopped into the churning water of the tub. The bubbles were likely why I didn't hear what was happening by the wall, next to the shower. However, when I looked up from the water in that direction, my eyes must have bugged out of my head. By the far was was the most unlikely of trios, in flagrante delicto.
A middle-aged, well-furred, beer-bellied, balding bear was lounging back on a deck chair, his tank pulled up to his neck, and shorts around his ankles, while getting head from a long-haired, red-headed drag queen in a bikini. He was moaning, half guiding, half forcing the drag queen's mouth down his thick cock. Meanwhile, the drag queen's flaccid, but generous endowment was swinging back and forth between his thighs, as a woman with a strap-on plowed him vigourously from behind.
My mouth dropped open. Then I started looking around. I figured there had to be a camera somewhere - I HAD to be in a triple X version of candid camera. Alas, not the case. This trio really had come together on their own, totally unscripted. I finally decided to simply settle back to relax, and watch the floor show.
It was one of those rare summer weekends, when nothing in particular was going on here in Guerneville. I had decided to do a very long bike ride on a a Saturday morning, doing a round trip from the hamlet of Fulton, just north of Santa Rosa, all the way to central Petaluma and back again. It was about 50 or so miles round trip, and when finished, I was feeling the distance. When I was done, mid-afternoon, I decided to drive back out to the River, but rather than go directly home, I decided what I needs was a soak in a hot tub.
There are a couple of resorts in town, where the locals could go a soak along with the resort guests, and several were 'clothing optional' as well. Now 'clothing optional' generally means you may feel like a complete dork, if you have something on. One resort in particular was well known for the hot tub doubling as 'play space' particularly at night. Daytime's generally another story, but not always.
That Saturday was on the cooler and cloudy side, so there were not too many men sunning themselves poolside, as I strode past to the tub enclosure. Frankly, I was sore and I was in a hurry to get into the water. My left calf was beginning to knot up. I was pulling off my tank and kicking off my shoes as I hurried into the tub.
The tub itself was empty, and I managed NOT to notice anything out of the ordinary as I whipped my ass out of my bike shorts and hopped into the churning water of the tub. The bubbles were likely why I didn't hear what was happening by the wall, next to the shower. However, when I looked up from the water in that direction, my eyes must have bugged out of my head. By the far was was the most unlikely of trios, in flagrante delicto.
A middle-aged, well-furred, beer-bellied, balding bear was lounging back on a deck chair, his tank pulled up to his neck, and shorts around his ankles, while getting head from a long-haired, red-headed drag queen in a bikini. He was moaning, half guiding, half forcing the drag queen's mouth down his thick cock. Meanwhile, the drag queen's flaccid, but generous endowment was swinging back and forth between his thighs, as a woman with a strap-on plowed him vigourously from behind.
My mouth dropped open. Then I started looking around. I figured there had to be a camera somewhere - I HAD to be in a triple X version of candid camera. Alas, not the case. This trio really had come together on their own, totally unscripted. I finally decided to simply settle back to relax, and watch the floor show.
