[MF] The other girls from the Bachelorette Party were all wingman-ing me at a Miami pool party!

(You can skip to the sex stuff after the ***** (it’s a bit long) but I think it’s a fun story! I took some liberties with details but here’s my best recollection of a memorable day at a Miami pool party!)

“I don’t know about you, but I’m getting laid tonight,” I told my friend/roommate for the week. Last night was a bust and there were seemingly infinite single girls at every turn in Miami begging to be swooped up by the eligible bachelors in town. I found one of those extremely “boujee” pool parties, you know, where everyone checks on Instagram and Snapchat to showoff that they’re at *that* pool party, and told my friend we should go.

An hour later, we were dressed in bathing suits and our uber dropped us off at the hotel hosting the pool party. The sun felt like it was tearing into our skin and I couldn’t wait to jump in the pool. There was a cover to get in but she sweet-talked the bouncer, and once he learned that we were from the same state, he let us in, allowing us the privilege of paying astronomical amounts of money for mixed drinks and glorified snacks, but hey, we were in and that’s all we cared about.

We downed some overpriced lunch and mixed drinks and I was feeling great. I unbuttoned my Hawaiian shirt and slid into the water. My friend followed and ended up conversing with some mega-yacht designer from Europe. Very cool, but not what I was here for. I let my friend design his imaginary yacht while I explored the various bikini-clad women all around me. The girl-guy ratio was certainly favorable!

My eyes scanned the cabanas and chairs surrounding the pool. I was standing in waist deep water and was tall enough to see around me and one particular cabana caught my attention. I noticed one of the wait staff bringing the largest drink I had ever seen with what looked to be two dozen straws in it to a cabana in the far corner of the pool. There must have been at least a dozen girls in the cabana, all snapping pictures on their phones, giggling, laughing and posing for more photos. The thing is, they were all hot. This wasn’t some “cheerleader effect” or anything, each of those girls was hot. I mean 7s, 8s, even 10s.

It was about that moment when I bumped, literally, into “Patty.”

“Oh, excuse me, haha!” The dirty blond haired girl said apologetically, her bikini bottoms accidentally rubbing against my swim trunks underwater. She wasn’t a 10 like some of the other girls around me but she was a solid 7.5 at worst. She was probably 5’6″ and around 30 years old, so she had a few years on me.

“No apology needed when you look that good!” I replied, unapologetically admiring her toned body.

“Ugh, how many girls have you said that to here already?” Patty replied, rolling her eyes.

“Including you,” I paused, looking away from her, “three or four.” She stared at me, clearly not expecting that answer. “But to your credit, you’re the first to ask me. Where are you from? What brings you here today?” She pointed to the cabana with the massive drink and two dozen straws and told me that she was here for her friend’s bachelorette party. There were 19 girls in the group! She introduced herself as “Patty” and tried to excuse herself by saying she was going to rejoin her friends. “If I make you laugh at a pickup line, do I get your number?”

“Um, sure, why not?” She replied.

“Roses are the red, the water’s blue, what time tonight is our dinner for two?” She giggled, covering her mouth. “Uh, that counts! What’s your number?”

“Buy me a drink and you can have it.” She stubbornly retorted. I agreed and she told me her drink order before exiting the pool and retreating to the bachelorette cabana. I ordered her drink and walked to the cabana but Patty was nowhere in sight.

“Hey do you know where Patty went? I have this for her,” I said pointing to the drink in hand.

“Look, I’m going to be honest,” one of the bachelorette party girls said to me, “you did everything right with Patty but you have no chance with her.” She reached for the drink. “I’ll let her know you ordered it but she’s not going to get with you.” Blunt an straightforward – I was intrigued. For the record, she was an extremely sexy blond too.

“So does that mean I have a shot with you?” I sarcastically asked the girl.

“Hmm, maybe so!”

“Good to know. Tell Patty this is from me. I’ll be in the pool.” I replied and left the drink with the girl. The girls stared at me as I walked away. I did as I said and headed back in the pool, still looking for Patty.

I saw my friend, fully divulged in conversation with his yacht buddies. I joined for a few minutes before spotting Patty walked back from the restroom. She returned to the bachelorette cabana and started talking to her friends, occasionally looking towards me. After a few minutes, Patty and a few of her friends entered the pool. I immediately waded over towards her.

“Patty!” I exclaimed as she spun around towards me. “Where were you? I left your drink with your friends.”

“Oh, haha, I didn’t think you were actually going to do it.” She nervously replied.

“Why wouldn’t I? A deal’s a deal.” She laughed as I playfully splashed water in her direction. She refused to give me her number, although we flirted for another minute or so. I decided I wasn’t going to accept rejection and went back to the cabana to talk with the same blond. “If I buy you guys a bottle, would you convince her to give me a shot?” The girls looked at each other.

“You’re persistent,” the girl who told me I had no shot earlier said, “I like that. Tell you what, you buy us the party size champagne and if she doesn’t give you a shot, I will.”

“Done.” I disregarded my bank account and brought them the bottle right away. She agreed to her end of the deal, walking over and jumping in the pool to talk with Patty. They both emerged from the pool, their bodies dripping wet as they returned to the cabana.

“You again!” Patty jokingly said. “I guess I’m not getting rid of you, huh?”

“You’re smart and correct.”

“Gimme your phone,” she said and I obliged. She entered a number and handed it back to which I immediately called it and the phone she was holding rang. I told her I’d call her later and that we would meet up that night in the hotel’s lobby. The other girls in her group applauded. I waited for a chance to talk to the blond again.

“By the way, my friend over there would love to meet you tonight too,” I said, pointing to my yacht-speccing friend by the pool.

“Good to know. Here, give him my number,” and she entered her number in my phone too. “If he’s half as fun as you, it’ll be a good time.” She winked and walked back to the cabana.

The girls had a dinner planned on a boat that evening according to Patty and she had invited me to the club they were going to hang at down the street from their hotel afterwards. My friend was texting with the blond and we agreed to meet them around 11. We dressed to impress and sure enough, Patty met me at the entrance on time. She looked like a completely different girl from the pool, dressed in black heels, her hair straightened and a tight black dress that accentuated her curves and showed off her cleavage.

“So do you have any more of your special pickup lines for me?” Patty asked. I shared a couple others and we danced, drank and laughed. After I had loosened up enough, I daringly reached for her waist as she twerked in front of me on the dance floor. Her ass shook at an incredible pace and as I held her waist, I felt her reverse onto my pants. I instantly belt a bulge swelling and she felt it too. She deliberately rolled her ass over my pants. She turned and whispered “someone’s excited” in my ears.

“You are?” I replied and leaned in for a kiss. She rejected me the first time but she caved on my second attempt. The sexual tension was incredible. I ran my hand over her partially exposed back and over her dress down over her ass as our lips tangled. The kiss intensified almost immediately and my bulge grew. She squeezed her hands into her shoulders and let out a slight moan that I heard over the music. I let her feel my teeth gently on her lips and pecked her neck. Her fingers dug deeper into my shoulders over my shirt.

“If I make you laugh at another pickup line, will you come back to my…” I said.

“Fuck that, you’re coming to my room now.” She insisted. She took my hand and I texted my friend.

*****

Patty’s dress was practically at her feet the moment the hotel room door shut behind us. We exchanged sloppy kisses throughout our way to her room and I even slid a finger under her dress in the elevator. I had planned for this moment since she first bumped into me in the pool earlier in the day! I quickly stripped down to my boxers, bringing a condom with me and approached her, shoving my tongue into her mouth and swirling it around. She began to pant and grabbed my shoulders. She was topless and I felt her press her tits up against my chest. I held her hands and pinned her up against the wall, leaning my boxers up against her panties, to which they emitted a moan. My hands relocated to her hips and I pulled her closer to me, still shoving my tongue around her mouth.

“Fuck me,” she whispered in my ear. I pulled her towards the bed and laid her on her back. I tugged her panties off her effortlessly as she stared at me smiling. I rubbed two fingers over her clit and then slowly into her. She was already soaked and my fingers easily slid deep into her. I followed a circular vertical motion repeatedly, causing her to moan again and dig her nails into my shoulders. I slowed my speed but motioned up more deliberately. She squeezed my shoulders tighter as my immersed fingers pushed into her, feeling her body tense up around me. I hovered my mouth over her neck and lightly nibbled her, occasionally kissing her lips too. My fingers filled her up and kept pushing further into her tight quarters and causing a few more moans.

Soon enough, Patty returned the favor and sat up, reaching for my rock solid dick. My body shivered at her first touch as her hand surrounded me, sliding up and down my shaft and tip. She knelt in front of me, rubbing her free hand up and down my chest. She kissed my shoulders and my chest as I grabbed her hair. She tightened her grip on me, then held me in both of her hands. She spread herself out and lowered her mouth, glaring at me as she positioned her mouth at my dick. I remained kneeling on her bed, my hands tangled in her hair as she opened her mouth and engulfed my full sized dick, laying on her stomach. I felt her tongue press up against me in her mouth and watched her bury me in her throat, then let me out to the tip before shoving me back in her. I gazed at her ass and her feet swinging freely at the edge of the bed. I began matching her movement, pushing myself into her throat. She held the edge of my shaft with her hand as she took the rest of me in her mouth.

I pulled out of her mouth, not wanting to finish too early. I flipped her over and pulled her feet around my legs, quickly sliding on a condom and grabbing her tits as she laid on her back. She was still soaked and I was at full size, so I was filling her up within seconds. She moaned and began running her hands through her hair. I knelt upright over her, swaying my hips around in her and pushing myself deep into her. Every time I swayed side to side, her body shook and she would moan. I followed that up by pulling out to my tip and then plowing back into her, leaning over her and kissing her neck. My hands pinned her arms over her head. She seemed to enjoy when I controlled her and I didn’t let up. I thrusted myself into her, mixing in some swaying and picking up my pace as the minutes ticked by.

With every thrust, her body tensed further and her fingers buried into my back. She folded her legs over my ass and squeezed them over me, intensifying the sensation as I pounded into her between her tight walls. She tried to scream but I negated it by kissing her. My hands remained holding her arms over her head. I sat up again, thrusting at full speed and pulling her legs over my shoulders. I was deep into her now, my balls slapping up against her. With her hands now free, she leaned on her elbows, half sitting up and causing the thrusts to feel even more intense.

“I’m almost there,” I admitted. I pulled out of her, spun her onto all fours and grabbed her waist. I wasted no time slamming my full size into her and smacking her ass. She moaned every time I spanked her ass in pleasure and again with each motion into her. I grabbed her hair and pulled her up a bit towards me as I reached maximum speed. “Fuck, I’m gonna cum.”

“Cum for me baby!” She panted out. She shrieked out a moan which set me over the top and I exploded into the condom, plowing into her the whole time. I kept pouring out my load for several seconds, not letting up speed the whole time. I gave her ass another spanking as I finished and slowed down. “I’m not done yet,” she said, turning around and pointing at me to lay down. I entertained her instruction and watched her climb over me. I wasn’t sure how hard I would remain but the sight of her tits jiggling as she rode me and the feeling of her drenched on top of me stiffened me up again. She was wild, bouncing like a real cowgirl. She held a hand over my head on the top of the bed and I held her waist, matching her bouncing with my hips. I pushed up into her as hard as I could and she moaned the whole time. “Oh fuck, I’m gonna cum, oh fuck!” She repeated this as she kept bouncing on top of me until her body trembled.

We took a minute to catch our collective breaths and we ended up redressing and joining our friends at the club again. I was exhausted and my friend and I ended up calling it a night soon after.

“See you tomorrow xo,” Patty texted me within ten minutes of us leaving the club.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/qpx965/mf_the_other_girls_from_the_bachelorette_party