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  On the final dune she slowed, then came to a stop and turned around to look back. VJ and Pearce had decided to come after her. VJ was halfway up the first dune, lying on the sand laughing. While she watched, Pearce took a flying leap from dune one to dune two, but he’d slowed down so she was not at all surprised to see him stumble and roll down the side of the dune.

  Yasmin placed her hands on her hips and laughed out loud. Adrenaline still charging her body, she ran down her dune and back to where the men were on their respective dunes.

  “Never tried dune jumping before? Need a few tips?” she asked, unable to keep the amusement out of her voice.

  “As soon as I got bogged and fell, I worked out you’d gone up at a forty-five degree angle. You made it look so damn easy you little witch,” VJ said, grabbing her and pulling her down onto the sand beside him.

  “I dunno what the hell I did wrong,” said Pearce, “but I’m sure you’re both about to tell me.”

  “Speed.”

  “Too slow.” VJ’s answer came at the same time as Yasmin’s.

  “You can’t stop. You need to be judging how far to jump without slowing down to look. And these dunes are easy, they’re so close together. You can’t miss.”

  “You can’t miss. Likely I’ll end up on my ass again. Let’s do it.” Pearce thrust out a hand to each of the others and hauled them to their feet, then they all walked down the track a little way to get a running start.

  Once again, Yasmin took off, racing up the sand, then jumping from one dune to the next along the beach, rejoicing in the exhilarating feeling of flying through the air, soaring like a bird, and landing to continue running.

  This time, the guys had a better idea of what to do, and while not precisely soaring like birds, they managed to complete the line without falling flat on their faces. By their third try they were flying as competently as she, and after that they took another turn just to prove they could do it.

  “That was great!” VJ panted, sinking to the sand and drawing the others down with him.

  “These dunes are perfect because they’re in a line and not too far apart. It can get tricky when they’re more like hills dotted around, and you need to plan how to get from one to the next,” she replied.

  “Now I need a swim to cool off,” said Pearce, kicking off his shoes and pulling off his shirt before walking down to the water’s edge. “Come on.”

  She and VJ left their clothes on, just dropping their footwear with Pearce’s before diving into the water and swimming out a little way. They splashed around and played for a while, then swam up and down parallel to the shore doing several lengths.

  Yasmin could swim, but she wasn’t prepared to move out too far as the water was so deep. So she hugged the shoreline as the men went a little farther out. In the distance she could see a boat. A plain wooden one without any pretty colored spinnakers or water skiers behind it, so she assumed it was a fishing vessel.

  Later, as they sat on the sand to dry off before going back to the trailer park, she asked, “Is that a fishing vessel? Do you like to fish?”

  Pearce laughed. “VJ would only fish if he could take his laptop with him and there was wifi on the boat.”

  “Unfair.” retorted VJ. “I’d be quite happy to fish, for, say, thirty minutes.”

  They all laughed and began telling vacation stories, and were still joking when they walked back to the trailer park.

  “Don’t take too long to get showered and changed. Breakfast will be ready in under an hour,” Pearce told her.

  “I’m starving. I’ll be there,” Yasmin replied, opening the door to her trailer and waving as she went inside.

  ***

  Over a huge breakfast of grilled tomatoes, baby spinach, mushrooms, fried potatoes, bacon and eggs, Pearce pulled out some maps and talked about where they might go to next.

  “Where would you like to go, honey,” Pearce asked her.

  “It’s not where I’d like to go, but where I need to go. Back to a biggish town so I can get a job. My money has almost run out. At least the climate here is good, so hopefully I can find a town on the beach and still enjoy the resort lifestyle,” she said.

  “What do you do? What kind of job are you looking for?” VJ asked.

  “That’s the whole point. I should have done nursing, or teaching, or fork lift truck driving, or something useful. I have an Arts degree and about all it qualifies me to do is wait tables in a diner.”

  “Seriously, what did you do before?”

  “General administration. Reception, phones, some data entry, simple bookkeeping, nothing exciting. But it did pay the bills,” she sighed.

  VJ looked at her assessingly. “So if I gave you a pile of customer orders you could set up a database and add them all in so I could search by order number, customer name, or item purchased?”

  “Of course.”

  VJ jumped up from the table and hauled a cardboard box out of a cupboard. He dumped the box in front of her, pushing their plates aside with one forearm, and flipping the box open with his other hand. “How long would it take you to build a database and enter all these?”

  “Maybe a week if I was working nine to five.”

  Pearce started laughing and VJ pumped an arm in the air. “Score! What say you travel with us for the next month. We’ll all work two days a week and have fun the other five. Minimum wage, but with bed and board thrown in.”

  “But— What—” Yasmin got a grip on herself and thought fast. What did she have to lose? Nothing. What did she have to gain? Awesome sex and a lot of fun with these two delicious men. What if it wasn’t working? She’d be no worse off than she was now. She’d just leave and find a job.

  Yasmin, hauled a deep breath into her lungs, nodded, and said, “Yes. I agree.” Internally she yelled, Yay! Sex odyssey coming right up for me!

  ***

  Yasmin moved out of her trailer and in with VJ and Pearce. Relieved at not having to save every cent she could, she indulged in an orgy of laundry instead of hand rinsing her clothes in the sink. She followed that up with an extra-long shower—even though she’d already had one that morning—shaved her legs and shampooed and conditioned her hair. Feeling cleaner and prettier than she had in several weeks, she painted her toenails a vivid shade of purple, then slid her feet into matching purple flip-flops.

  Before leaving the living section of the RV, she looked around and admired the clever way lots of cupboards had been built into the walls and under the seats. There was really a lot of storage space, and the furniture was all a generous size. The bed last night was more than big enough for the three of them. The trailer she’d been staying in was adequate for one or two people, but this one was way bigger.

  Is it a trailer? Or is it an RV? I wonder what the difference is. I’ll ask them later.

  By the time she emerged from the trailer it was several hours later, and the men had spread maps out on a picnic table. A small crowd stood around it offering advice on the best places to stay, the most interesting sites to visit, and which roads to avoid. Yasmin hadn’t thought about it before, but she supposed driving a big vehicle like this would have its own unique set of challenges. Hmm. Turning one-eighty could be tricky. It’d be much easier just to go around the block, if there was a block to go around. And I guess I’ll have to drive along behind them all day. Or maybe I could go on ahead, and meet them at designated stopping places. Thank God for cell phones.

  She hesitated on the grass at the foot of the RV’s steps, unsure whether or not to join them. What’s the etiquette here? Sure I’ve agreed to travel with them for a month, but one day and a night don’t really make a relationship.

  Pearce waved at her. “Hey, honey, come on over and join us.” He patted the bench beside him.

  Relieved, she crossed the grass and slid onto the bench. He hugged her to his side. On the other side of the table, VJ winked at her. Suddenly she felt as if she belonged. Yasmin was startled. Sure she had friends, work colleagues, and nei
ghbors. But belonging? She hadn’t belonged anywhere in particular for the longest time. Her folks were dead, her extended family scattered, and, if she was being truthful, she hadn’t bothered much about keeping in touch with any of them. Or with her former work colleagues, many of whom had moved on because of the company takeover. Guiltily she realized she hadn’t checked her email in over a week. And her cell phone was switched off most of the time to discourage her from making calls and using up her credit.

  She shook off her surprise and smiled back at VJ, then snuggled against Pearce’s side. He felt so good. It was wonderful to feel included. The conversation was about a nice beach six hours’ drive away, with a small, rather primitive, campground near it.

  “You can walk up a bush trail too, maybe three hours return, and there’s a waterfall that comes out of nowhere. It’s incredibly beautiful,” said Jeff, picking up a pen and circling the place on the map.

  “We stayed in a hotel right by the beach. Fantastic surf,” added another man.

  “Very simple. Not four star or anything, but more than adequate for a night or two,” added a woman.

  “Sounds good. How about we head out there tomorrow?” suggested VJ.

  Pearce nodded, so Yasmin did too, content to listen to the conversation surrounding her, inhaling the friendliness and companionship, and the wonderful feeling of belonging, still so new to her, but which felt so very good.

  ***

  “How about woman on top tonight? I want to be in the middle,” suggested Pearce.

  “Oh yum, I get your ass,” replied VJ.

  “Fine by me, but how does it work?” asked Yasmin.

  “Oh, you’ll like it, honey, I promise,” said Pearce.

  “First we get Pearce naked, then we play with him a little,” VJ explained.

  “Well getting him naked won’t be hard. He doesn’t seem to own many shirts and he sure looks good without them.”

  “Why wear a shirt or underwear when the weather is hot and I’d only have to do laundry,” Pearce replied. That wasn’t his true reason, though. He just loved the freedom of being on vacation instead of confining his body in business clothes. His muscular build was more comfortable wearing sweats or shorts than suits. He almost laughed at himself, but seeing VJ climb on the bed, naked, his cock already growing, and condoms in his hand, made Pearce’s heart beat faster with anticipation.

  And Yasmin. Well, she was just the cutest little thing. All black curls and sparkling eyes and smart mouth, but damn fit with it. The way she’d run up that dune, her tight little ass waggling at him all the way, had almost made him come on the spot. Oh yeah fucking her while VJ’s dick is ramming into me will be the best thing ever.

  Pearce rolled onto his front and tilted his ass up in the air, putting weight on his forearms and resting his head on them. His head was turned to the side so he could see VJ’s and Yasmin’s faces. VJ’s lust-filled gaze was fixed on Pearce’s exposed ass, and Yasmin ran her little pink tongue along her sexy, pouty lips. Damn but he was a lucky bastard to have them both in his life right now.

  VJ settled on the bed and widened Pearce’s legs to rest between them. Now Pearce could only see bits of him in his peripheral vision, but he could feel the other man’s hands stroking down his back, and across his ass. Feel the cool gel being squirted around and into his needy hole. Ah shit! Feel the fingers stroking deep inside.

  Pearce wiggled on the sheets, his cock so hard it could pound nails. He wanted to touch himself, to jack himself off, but he wanted to wait, to not come until his aching dick was deep inside Yasmin’s snug little cunt.

  Yasmin kneeled beside the bed, her head level with his. Very gently she rubbed noses with him. Then her tongue flicked out to lick his nose and his cheeks. “Hell, honey, I didn’t know you had any kitten blood in you,” he joked.

  “Likely that’d be tiger blood,” VJ said.

  “Hmm,” was all Yasmin contributed as she licked across to one ear, then bit down on the lobe.

  Pearce lifted his head, and grabbed her shoulders, holding her still so he could kiss her properly. His lips met hers in fierce passion, and he sucked her lower lip into his mouth, nipping it before thrusting his tongue deep inside her hot, wet cavern.

  God she tasted good. Delicious, warm, sweet. More addictive than any drug could ever be. Pearce pulled her closer to him, determined to kiss her thoroughly as VJ worked his fingers deep into his ass, stimulating him so much he knew he’d have to break the kiss and recite the American Presidents in chronological order, or he’d come before the party even began.

  Gently he pushed Yasmin away, then slapped a hand backward at VJ. “Enough, already, let’s get started.”

  VJ’s cock was engorged and dark red, so he was suffering too. Pearce stroked along it once, then took a condom from the bed where VJ had dropped them, and rolled it down his partner’s erection. VJ leaned forward and did the same for him.

  VJ crawled up the bed and leaned against the headboard, his legs spread apart in front of him. “Climb on,” he told Pearce.

  “About fucking time.” Pearce rolled over, then slid on top of VJ, before raising to his knees so VJ could hold his own cock steady as Pearce lowered himself onto it. Slowly, slowly his ass opened and welcomed VJ inside, stretching his tissues, and filling him with heat. “Fucking A,” he moaned as he settled onto VJ’s knees, facing him.

  “All right, honey, now you climb on top and we’ll get this fucking party going.”

  Hesitantly Yasmin climbed onto the bed, kneeled up and slung a leg between the men, facing Pearce, her back to VJ. VJ steadied her as she sank down onto Pearce’s cock.

  Pearce held tight onto his cock, afraid he’d explode as her heat and wetness enveloped him. “Fuck, you’re hot,” he moaned as she gripped him tightly.

  “Ease up on the swearing. You’re harshing my mellow,” Yasmin ordered. But she was smiling, not looking critical.

  “Harshing your mellow?” both men echoed.

  “Uh-huh.”

  Pearce exchanged a look with VJ around Yasmin. VJ grinned back at him.

  “You some kind of a neo-hippy or something?” asked VJ thrusting his cock up into Pearce, using his legs and pelvis.

  Pearce held quite still, reveling in the feeling of VJ inside him, and himself inside Yasmin. “Feels so good,” he finally said, moderating his language.

  Yasmin smiled at him, and ordered, “So now, move. I need some friction here.”

  “Yes ma’am,” he replied and timed his thrusts into her, to coincide with VJ’s into him.

  Damn, but his brain was frying under the double stimulation of fucking and being fucked. VJ was pounding into his ass, his cock scraping against the soft tissues with every thrust, pulling almost all the way out to tease the sensitive rim, then pistoning back in, ramming into him.

  And his own cock was gripped so tightly by Yasmin’s hot, snug, wet pussy. Fuck, but the little witch was gripping him with her internal muscles every couple of strokes, driving him insane with the heat and pressure. It was all he could do to keep the pace steady and not explode before she was ready.

  In desperation, Pearce wrapped his arms around VJ, confining Yasmin between them so she couldn’t continue her sexy little maneuvers. He wanted her to come first—well, her and VJ—before he let himself relax and climax.

  From VJ’s ragged thrusts, Pearce knew he was very close, so it was Yasmin he needed to arouse. He rubbed his chest across her nipples, loving the way the hard little points dug into him. Damn, but she had sexy boobs, lush and round, and a proper handful for a man. The nipples tasted delicious too, but he couldn’t suck them right now. As soon as he got one in his mouth he’d blow for sure.

  As VJ pushed up into him, Pearce pushed as hard and deep as he could into Yasmin. He felt his cock hit the neck of her womb, and the sheer carnality of it made him lose control and blast his seed into the condom. At the same moment he felt a burst of heat in his ass and knew VJ had come. Yasmin’s nails dug deep into his sides a
nd she screamed and shook against him.

  Fuck he’d done it. They’d all come together. And damn good it was too. He gentled his hold on the others, as Yasmin dropped her head onto his shoulder. She was still rocking and shaking. He stroked into her twice more as his climax waned, and sensed VJ start to relax in his ass. As a team, he and VJ rolled the three of them onto their sides, and disentangled their bodies.

  They were all slick with sweat but he didn’t care.

  He grabbed the blanket from the foot of the bed and pulled it across them all. “We’ll shower in a minute,” he suggested.

  Chapter Three

  Yasmin was stunned at how quickly the men were ready to leave in the morning. They’d filled the water tank the day before and checked various supplies so it was just a matter of getting showered and dressed, eating breakfast, and leaving.

  “How about we have breakfast at the Sea Shanty Inn Roadhouse, then stop off at the store and stock up on some fresh food before we get on the road?” suggested VJ.

  “Good plan. The food there is good and the service is fast so it won’t waste half the day,” said Pearce.

  “That okay with you, Yasmin?” asked VJ.

  “I haven’t been inside the Sea Shanty Inn. I was trying to save money, but whatever you want is fine by me. Besides, if we have a big breakfast we’ll only need a snack for lunch, so we can do a lot of driving today.”

  “You may only need a snack for lunch, honey, but I’ll want a proper meal. However, we can have something we prepare ourselves, that’s fine.” Pearce flexed his muscles and shrugged.

  “So let’s go,” said VJ.

  Yasmin went to the closet and got out her purse.