Strolling the quaint streets of old St. Augustine was a delight in the off-season. It was good to be there on vacation when the tourists were gone. I slipped into a shop exhibiting wonderfully carved animal figures. I admired an exquisite dolphin caught in mid-leap with wood grain so luminous it almost shone. My fingers caressed its sensuous smoothness.

“Magnificent, isn’t it?” a soft voice said behind me. “Wood can be so beautiful if worked correctly — almost erotic. Don’t you think?” I turned, expecting to find a salesperson, and was startled to see a lovely woman. She had blue eyes, and her long, sweeping blonde hair framed an angelic face. She wore a smart white linen dress, matching shoes, purse and picture hat. The picture of the woman stayed in my mind for hours. I could not remember ever being so attracted to another woman.

The hotel dining room was almost empty when I came down from my room for dinner. The maitre d’ had hardly seated me when I felt a soft touch on my shoulder. When I turned, she was there. She asked me if I was alone, and when I said yes, she invited me to have dinner with her and her husband.

She had stressed “husband” slightly, and when we arrived at her table, I was glad, for I might have asked whether he were her uncle. He rose from his seat and extended his hand. He was a gentleman of the old school, poised, a Cary Grant type. He was a charmer, and it was as if we had been friends for years and were just renewing our acquaintance after a long time apart.

Mandy and Clarence had been married for five years, and she had studied at the Sorbonne. I hoped someday to gain her casual grace, charm and manners.

We had a pleasant dinner of seafood delights cooked to perfection and fine wine. Pleasantly full, I accompanied my new friends to their sumptuous suite in the hotel for an after-dinner drink. The suite had a view of the square and, behind it, the bay, sparkling with moonlight. I was almost giddy from the wine and Mandy’s presence. I felt so attracted to her, I ached.

Clarence kept my glass filled, and Mandy disappeared for a few minutes to appear in a gossamer white negligee so lovely and exquisite, I gasped. Her perfect figure was concealed yet revealed. We talked for a long while, and then Clarence excused himself. Mandy moved beside me, her subtle, erotic perfume making my head swim and her closeness making me ache to hold and caress her.

“I had an ulterior motive in asking you up this evening,” she said softly as she took my hand, caressing it. “Clarence allows me the freedom to pick lovers as I choose. He asks only that he be allowed to watch. The moment we met, I knew you would be perfect for us. I haven’t shocked you, have I?”

I told Mandy that I was far from shocked, for I had been instantly attracted to her. She leaned forward and kissed me so softly and tenderly, I tingled from head to toe. We swayed together, holding each other, our hands stroking the other’s hands. She pulled back and smiled.

“I have a surprise for you!” She left and came back with a gift-wrapped box. It was the dolphin from the store. I couldn’t believe it. “You like sensuous things; so do I-you.” Mandy took the figure from my hand and set it on the table. “Come, let me unwrap my gift.” She led me to the large bedroom, which was softly lit and very luxurious, with a view of the bay on one side of the room. Clarence sat in a large, deep chair, a drink in his hand. “He dearly loves it when I’m with a woman. He’s such a dear.” Her nE)arness and beauty overwhelmed me, and I was actually trembling.

Slowly, gently, Mandy undressed me, her lips kissing my body until I could feel my juices flow and my nipples and clitoris ache. She slipped off her negligee to reveal a perfect body: full, rounded breasts; large, pale areolas with small erect nipples; a softly rounded stomach, and, below, a shaved pussy with a smooth slit.

We lay down, molding our bodies together, one of her thighs between mine, pressing against my wet pussy. We explored, kissed, stroked and probed, each giving and receiving pleasure. It was as if we each wanted to memorize every erotic inch of each other’s body.

Slowly our passions rose, and we turned, kissing our way down to our spread thighs. Mandy’s beautiful cleft parted, and I was struck by how beautiful her pink sex was, and gleaming with her juices. Her inner lips were like flower petals and didn’t protrude at all. I licked the length of her pussy, her perfume and natural womanly scent an aphrodisiac. She was doing wonderful things to my spread sex.

Parting her lips fully, I found her firm clit and sucked it, my tongue playing across its head. Her clit was large enough that I could wrap my lips around the exposed head and suck it in and out as if it were a tiny cock. Her abundant juices wet my burrowing face. Mandy played my sex as if it were a violin, expertly bringing me close to an orgasm, then retreating just enough to keep me on edge.

I have no idea how long we made love before she finally brought me to a thundering climax that seemed to last and last. When I’d recovered, I rolled over and tried to give her as much pleasure as she’d given me. Her body bowed in a rigid arch and she sobbed my name over and over till she collapsed, spent.

We moved into the bathroom and Mandy and I bathed together in the huge sunken bath while Clarence watched and then toweled us dry. I spent the night in their huge bed, between them. We made love again in the morning and then went for a ride on Clarence’s modest yacht. Mandy and I sunbathed on the deck, while Clarence spent most of the day on the radio telephone.

That evening, over dinner at a fine restaurant, Clarence said he’d been checking on me during the day and had a proposition. He’d called my boss, whom he knew, and had received glowing reports of my performance as a market analyst. He wanted to hire me full-time at twice what I was making. I was to travel with him and Mandy in whatever capacity I wished-lover or employee, or both.

That was three years ago, and since then the three of us have traveled all over the world. Mandy and I are still lovers. Our love life is superb. We delight in sharing our love of giving pleasure. May it never end.