Wet Girls

By Jason Pinaster

Irina was my friendly competition for the position of head of customer service. She and I—just us two girls—were stranded at a cabin. Two small rooms with a hot tub out back through the screen door. To pass the time, we had been playing Truth or Dare.
“Time for a dare,” she said.
“You can’t just jump to a dare.”
“Why not? Is there some sort of a rule against it?”
I scowled. Truth or Dare didn’t really have rules. “Okay,” I said. “What’s your dare?”
“I dare you to kiss me.”
Men were more my thing but I couldn’t wimp out, not with Irina. I held still as she brought her mouth towards mine. Her lips were soft and sensuous, her tongue probing and mischievous. The hot tub gurgled away with every heartbeat as our bodies pressed together. I kissed her back and the hot tub gurgled louder, beckoning...

• Language: English
• Publisher: Jason Pinaster
• Release date: Jan 27, 2022
• ISBN: 9781005459369

Jason Pinaster

If you would like to be on my mailing list, please click on the box at the very bottom of the column under my photo. You will receive prompt notification of my new publications and special offers.I have heard say that the first obligation of a writer is to entertain. If so, the first obligation of a writer of erotica is to arouse and I hope you feel that I have succeeded.I believe that story sets the scene. A story lets the reader start to care for the characters in it. And if the reader cares about the characters, it is easier for him or her to identify with their arousal, to let that arousal tingle the reader’s own skin.Christopher Carter is a lawyer who’s into BDSM and other hijinks, most of them sexual. His stories feature a little fun, lots of sex, a little adventure, and Carter's special brand of justice. Lusty Lee was a private investigator whose nemesis forced her to pursue him through a new kink in each episode. The Mistress Megan stories take her through her development as a dominatrix during which she must satisfy their every fetish.While my current focus is on stories featuring (in order of frequency) erotic combat, wet and messy, action-adventure and tickling, I’m open to anything which turns me (and hopefully you) on. I dabble in sex games and BDSM. I have published two novellas set in Hedonism II, the notorious Jamaican resort and even one featuring a sentient sex robot.At present, I’m developing a Patreon page showcasing erotic combat vignettes: www.patreon.com/JasonPinasterPlease feel free to contact me at [e-mail] And don’t forget to click on the box at the very bottom of the column under my photo. Cheers!

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Wet Girls

Tell me how you lost your virginity, demanded Irina, a self-satisfied look on her face. The two of us were playing truth or dare. The first to wimp out had to do the cooking the following day.

We were both the company’s head of customer satisfaction, me for the New York office, Irina for Los Angeles.

That’s a bit too private, don’t you think? I asked.

Come on Cindy, how was it when you popped your virginity?

Don’t you mean popped my cherry?

Whatever. Come on girl, I want all the details.

The two of us were trapped at a resort, or rather in a cabin which was part of the resort. The resort had a central great house a little more than a mile away from our cabin. That’s where the restaurant and meeting rooms were. We were here as part of a corporate team-building retreat. The theme was getting the New York and Los Angeles offices to work better together and to share ideas between the two offices. Everything had been going fine until a landslide had isolated the cabin Irina and I were staying at from the rest of the resort.

Our cabin had a nice kitchen, a small dining nook, and a large bedroom with two Queen-sized beds. Part of the team-building exercise had required us to surrender all of our electronic devices, so no phones or computers. Irina and I had had to use messages written on white-boards and binoculars to assure the rest of the group that we were fine.

We had plenty of food and water. The only electricity was for the fridge and the stove and the hot tub, all other electric outlets having been disabled to prevent the use of smuggled electronic devices. Our boss apparently failed to grasp how important social media was for team building. He had even wanted to shut off the hot tubs located beside each cabin but we had persuaded him that our muscles would need relief after the long hikes he had planned.

We had started the evening looking at the stars but had then moved onto truth or dare. And the question about how my cherry had been popped.

I sighed. His name was Lance.

Of course it was.

Do you want to hear how I lost my virginity or what?

Sorry.

"I was in high school. Lance had asked me to the fall dance and I’d said ‘sure’. We had been on a few dates, nothing serious, but we had made out in the back row of the local theatre. He picked me up in his father’s car. We danced pretty vigorously. There was a light show. Fast music. Then they turned the lights down and put on a slow song. We danced close, real close, our bodies rubbing together. He tried to grope my tits. ‘Not in public’, I’d said and I pushed