Storm over Miami

The telegram arrived shortly before Labor Day:
Chicago Ill Sept 3 26
Miss Rosie Compton
117 Maxwell St New York City RECEIVED
Request if pos you and Viv be present at Breakwaters Miami circa 15 Sept STOP Large group from Chicago attending gala on 18th STOP Usual comp and extras.
Mort Solomon
When Rosie returned to the parlor with the telegram in her hand, Vivian, her lover and flatmate, was walking in naked from the bathroom, having just emerged from a long soaking bath. She was drying herself with a fluffy pink towel. It was a warm evening and she decided, as she often did, to remain naked for the time being. She made sure her back and bottom were dry and then placed both in the dark-green wingback chair next to the sofa, pulling her bare legs under her.
"I waited for you as long as I could, but then started to shrivel up," Vivian said.
"Sorry," replied Rosie. "I was looking forward to joining you, but saw we were out of hooch and thought I'd pop around to Frenchy McCoy's and get some."
While combing her hair out with her fingers, Vivian countered, "If I knew that, I would've got out and waited; there's nothing nicer than the two of us in the tub together drinking gin."
"Well, I could think of a couple of things, but you're right, it's very pleasant."
"And inspirational."
Rosie smiled. "Yes, indeed. Not to mention motivational, too."
"Why don't you pour us each some of that gin and see what happens. Bathing together might be just a lovely but unnecessary prelude, you know?"
Rosie laughed out loud at that remark and poured some gin in two glasses with a little tonic water. She went to the kitchen and found a couple of slivers of ice in the icebox and plopped them in the glasses. When she brought them into the parlor, she noticed Vivian had moved over to the sofa.
"Anyway," Rosie said, "when I was coming up the stoop a Western Union boy handed me this telegram. Fortunately I had a nickel on me to give him, though the way he was ogling me, I felt like telling him that look was all he was getting, so get a good eyeful. It's from Mort. Feel like taking a little trip to Florida?" She sat on the sofa close to Vivian and showed her the telegram.
"Florida? It seems a little early yet for Florida. I like it when he summons us there when there's snow on the ground here."
"A big crowd from Chicago is expected in Miami around the 18th and he wants us to help entertain them. Most will be staying at The Royal Palm Hotel, I figure, but we'll be at the Breakwaters where the parties will take place."
"Scat parties, I assume?" asked Vivian, sipping her gin.
"He doesn't say, but it's what I figure."
"Mobsters, probably, and their dolls," Vivian said.
"Yeah, I guess so, too. Chicago, right? I never met anyone from there who wasn't a mobster. Quite a few of that Chicago bunch are fond of scat play. The women, too." Rosie reflected for a moment and added, "Some of those women are really sweet as well as sexy."
"It's a good thing they're the latter, because being just the former wouldn't matter much to those boys."
Rosie poured a little more tonic water in her glass and inquired, "Do you remember Lorraine, I think her last name was Nelson or Neilson, we met her at a scat party, several in fact, right here in New York during the Democratic National Convention a few years ago..."
"I remember that Convention, it went on so damned long it looked like they would never pick a candidate, but it was perfect for us: lots of extra parties to attend and in our hometown as well. We got to come home and sleep in our own bed most times."
"Yeah, well Lorraine was just the nicest person, and one hell of a scat queen, too. She was a Vassar girl, if you can believe it. I asked her what the hell was a Vassar girl doing mixed up with that crowd, and she said she was just crazy for their parties, all that shit they were immersed in at them, couldn't get enough of it, loved the orgies with everyone shitting on everyone else, smearing it around until they were totally covered in it. Which, of course, sounds very familiar." She gazed at Vivian and smiled.
Vivian looked back at her with a stiff face. "I have no idea what you mean."
Rosie laughed. "Okay, if you say so. But that Lillian, just a fascinating lady. It just makes you wonder about people. I wonder if she'll be in Florida?"
"She's probably married with a kid now," said Vivian, which made them both chuckle.
"That's okay," Rosie added, "she can bring her husband along if he's anything like her." And they laughed even harder.
They sipped their gin, commenting that Frenchy had gotten a good batch in this time, not so "doctored." After they each had drunk two glasses, Vivian put her arms around Rosie and hugged her to her naked body. "Why am I sitting here stark naked and you still have that dress on? Aren't you going to join me?" Rosie slipped the thin straps off her shoulder and the garment fell to her waist. muğla escort She unhooked her bra and took it off.
"You can leave your stockings and garter belt on if you want," said Vivian.
"You know me," responded Rosie. "I'd rather take everything off. Like you." When she was naked they hugged each other again and stretched out on the couch. They started on their sides, their legs intertwined, kissing and fondling each other. Rosie moved her body slightly forward and offered her tits to Vivian to suck.
"Your nipples always get so hard when I lick them," Vivian said.
"I know," responded Rosie. "Bite them with your teeth. I love it when you do that." Vivian held one of her breasts and circled her tongue all around the nipple and then gently bit it. Then she did the same to the other breast. As she did this, she arranged Rosie's knee so she could massage her pussy into it and ran her fingers through her ass crack at the same time.
"Put your fingers in my ass, love," Rosie said. "Get them wet in your mouth and put them in my ass."
"You want all of them in there?" Vivian chuckled.
"Start with two, and let's go from there." Vivian took her two middle fingers and put them in her mouth, sucking them for a bit and then sucking Rosie's tits again. When they were soaking wet from her saliva, she lifted Rosie's leg high in the air and put her fingers to her anus and pushed them in.
Rosie flinched slightly and gasped, "Ooh, that took my breath away! That feels so good!" Vivian continued to plunge her fingers into her ass as far as she could, while at the same time kissing her lips and tits. They ground their bodies into one another, feeling the thrill building.
"Let's go in the bathroom," said Rosie shortly. "Your fingers are doing a job on me. I want to scat with you." Vivian removed her fingers and looked at them; they were stained brown.
Showing them to Rosie, Vivian said, "Good idea, you look to be just about ready." She put them to her nose and smelled deeply, and then put her middle finger in her mouth, delighting in the taste. She sucked it for a while and then offered her soiled ring finger to her lover. When she was finished with it, she wiped her fingers on Rosie's nipples and sucked them clean. Rosie swung around and got off the couch.
"The tub or the floor?" asked Vivian, sitting up and maneuvering her feet to the floor while holding Rosie's hands.
"The floor, it's roomier and we can clean the tiles just as easily as the tub."
They went to the bathroom and Vivian yanked the string to turn the light on overhead. She lay down on the floor between the tub and the sink. "Mmm, the tiles feel nice and cool on my back," she said. Rosie straddled her body while standing, looking down at her.
"Touch yourself," Rosie ordered her. "Finger your pussy while I shit on your tits."
"Talk filthy like that to me. Tell me more."
"Pinch your nipples with your other hand; keep fingering your pussy." Vivian moaned as both hands bent to their tasks. Then Rosie lifted her left foot, using her fingertips on the wall to hold her balance, and gently caressed Vivian's nipples with her toes. "Suck my toes, Viv, get them all wet so I can slide them over your tits." Vivian took her foot and licked it, first the bottom and then the sides. She sucked each toe separately, drenching it with her saliva.
"Mmm, your tongue feels so good between my toes," said Rosie. "Maybe I'll have you cover them in my shit and make you lick them all again. Would you like that?"
With heightened excitement, Vivian replied, "Yes, I'd love to eat your shit off your toes, it's so sexy and wild. I love your shit and want all of it." Words in this conversation were chosen to heighten sexual emotions, to get sexual juices flowing to the maximum, and were a bit unnatural. So-called dirty words were at the forefront of everything they said. They were meant to create the most vivid sexual images, pure and simple.
"That's good, love, that's so good to hear. I feel filled to the brim with shit and I'm going to give you all of it, bury your tits in it so you can spread it all over them and then on your face and of course your feet, too. Cover you in shit and make you put it in your mouth."
"Yes, yes, I'd love that!"
Searching for the words to create the most sensual image for their tastes, Rosie uttered, "Make you spread it on my ass when I'm done and then you can lick it off and stick your tongue in my asshole and eat me."
"Oh, my God, that's so filthy nasty, it's what I want to do more than anything!"
While standing erect over her, Rosie strained slightly and the first of three turds slid out of her onto Vivian's tits; the next two followed quickly, landing on her belly and, because of a slight movement of Rosie's hips, on her chin and cheek. Vivian made a humming sound deep in her throat, a sound of sheer ecstasy as with both hands she started spreading the shit over herself.
"That's it, love," Rosie pleaded, muratpaşa escort "keep rubbing my shit all over yourself, your arms and legs, too. I'm going to wipe this last log on your face." Rosie crouched down and smeared the log firmly but not roughly over Vivian's face, covering all of it in dark brown luxuriousness until it gleamed, and put some in her mouth and then her own. She bent down and kissed Vivian's lips, pushing her tongue through them. The taste of her shit was bitter but not repellent, one she had grown quite accustomed to. Likewise, Vivian.
Vivian continued to lovingly spread the shit over herself, her tits and torso and limbs. "It feels so creamy and delicious on my tits," she cooed. "Here, let me give you some on yours and see what I mean."
"Oh, I know exactly what you mean," said Rosie, caressing some of her own poop onto her tits and midsection. "Suck my tits, fill your mouth with my shit so I can kiss you properly." After her tits were thickly coated, she lowered them to Vivian's mouth and she sucked them greedily. "Your tongue feels so good on my nipples, keep licking them, love." She bit her nipples and when her mouth became full, she dribbled it out all over them again or on her neck and even her tongue.
"You've got me so hot!" Vivian cried. "My pussy is drenched and throbbing already. Kiss me!" Rosie smeared a gob of shit on Vivian's lips and then kissed her deeply, pushing her tongue into her mouth. They hugged each other tightly and rubbed their lips together wildly and then their faces.
Growling uncontrollably, Rosie blurted, "My pussy is on fire, too! Come and shit on me, shit in my mouth and all over my face and hair and tits and everywhere, I want all of you, everything that is you I want!"
Vivian rolled over onto her stomach and raised her ass up into the air. "Lick my asshole, darling, let me feel your tongue plowing up my ass and then I'll shit in your mouth." Rosie knelt behind her and buried her mouth in Vivian's ass crack, her tongue finding her shithole and diving in. Both of them were spiraling off into a realm of pure passion, of uncontrollable awe. Rosie was licking her asshole so ferociously, so deeply, that Vivian had to ever so reluctantly push her head away so her shit could emerge. When it did, Rosie had her mouth right at her opening and let it slide deliciously into it. When her mouth was full she caught the rest in her hand. Vivian turned as Rosie moved toward her and Rosie plastered her shit-filled mouth onto Vivian's and spread her handful of shit on her tits at the same time. They flattened their bodies into each other and smeared the shit around. It felt so creamy and pasty, and the thrill it gave them was ecstatic. They scissored and ground their pussies, the one spot they were careful not to get filthy beyond the opening, into each other and with a cry, orgasmed, their faces buried between each other's tits.
They remained in each other's arms, kissing and spreading their shit on each other, playing in it on each other's body, never tiring of the pleasure that gave them. They talked and laughed, their fingers all the while roaming over each other's tits and rubbing their bodies, and this continued until the shit almost became dried out and flakey. Finally they decided it was time to clean up.
They mopped the floor and ran the tub again. They needed to half-fill and bathe in it twice before filling it completely a third time, now that they were mostly clean, and luxuriated in the water this last time using a bar of Palmolive soap until their bodies glistened. They had done this so many times now they had it all down to a routine, It was while they were enjoying the final bath that Rosie asked, "So, should we take Mort up on his offer?"
"Sure," replied Vivian. "I'm game. It should be fun and pay some bills. Maybe I'll be able to quit the Fleishman Insurance Company; being secretary to old-man Fleishman isn't as much fun as it used to be. He can hardly get it up anymore without my sucking on it forever. And the bastard takes it out of my lunch hour."
"Okay. I'll telegram Mort and tell him to send us the train fare. I don't mind getting out of the city for a while, though someplace north like Bar Harbor or Lake Geneva would have been nicer."
Rosie was in contact with Mort, told him she and Vivian were happy to oblige, and to send the travel information and fare. He said he would reserve two tickets for them, which they could pick up at Penn Station at departure time. They would be taking the Atlantic Coast Line to Jacksonville and then switching over to the East Florida Line to Miami. The ACL had Pullman sleeping cars, and they would be in the same compartment but with separate berths. How long they remained separated was an interesting question, the answer being probably just minutes. They figured what happened behind that privacy curtain was nobody's business but their own. Rosie also noticed their departure had been pushed back one day, and they'd be arriving muş escort in Miami on the 16th.
The Breakwaters was a private residence owned by Mort Solomon, a mini-mansion on several acres, a short distance from downtown Miami and the five-storey Royal Palm Hotel, one of the finest in the city, built by the owner of the East Florida Railroad, Henry Flagler. Mort owned several properties around the country used to entertain the rich and (sometimes) famous, often when the entertainment involved unusual sexual or fetish practices. More than one luxury establishment owned by Mort dotted the Los Angeles area in California, now that the moving picture industry made it its prime location. Parties attended by numerous young movie stars were often wild and what occurred at them so outlandish they could only be alluded to in press reports, some drawing national attention. Mort knew enough "right people" to make sure his name was kept out of the newspapers.
Departure day arrived and the girls boarded the train in New York and were on their way. The first evening they ate in the dining car, joined by a mother and daughter who were on their way to Wilmington, North Carolina, for an extended stay with relatives. The daughter was not at all pleased about this, and it appeared it was occurring to prevent her from associating with an undesirable (to the mother, of course) boyfriend. She might also have been pregnant, though this subject never came up.
Beyond Wilmington, they enjoyed a much more pleasant meal with two vivacious young gentlemen heading for Florida to take advantage of the land boom that was in progress. They hoped to buy cheap land around new developments such as Coral Gables or Hialeah and then resell it at a huge profit. Vivian expressed concerns about their plans, had heard that with new restrictive real estate laws being passed in Florida the boom might be about to bust. (Old-man Fleishman revealed, unwittingly or not, quite a bit of reliable business news and commentary in Vivian's presence between her fellating him.) The men scoffed at her concerns and spent the rest of their dinner telling them the success stories they'd heard. Only when they were about finished eating did they suddenly realize they were talking to a couple of very attractive women and try to get them to go somewhere "private" with them. The girls thought about it a bit, but decided to decline. To their surprise and disappointment, the men didn't even try to persuade them a second time.
Later that night, after they had snuggled naked together in the upper berth in the sleeping car, Rosie whispered to Vivian, "What do you make of those two men we ate with? Are we losing our sex appeal? One rejection and they give up? Is it us?"
"No, honey, I know we're 30 and halfway to the graveyard, but we've still got it, I think. They're just obsessed with themselves, as blind to women, even beauties like us, just like they're blind to those real estate plans. They'll probably lose everything before long."
They held one another closely, kissing and touching, eventually licking each other's tits. They arranged their legs so they were pressing into each other's pussy with their thighs, the friction producing much pleasure. "I love making love with you on a train," Vivian said. "The steady rhythm, the noise of the wheels on the track, the swaying back and forth. It's so satisfying."
"I know. I often think what it would be like making love with you on the subway back in New York. All that rocking sideways, violently sometimes. The two of us climaxing together." She kissed her again, deeply before saying, "Put your finger inside of me." She could feel Vivian's finger enter her, could feel it stroking her, could even hear it sloshing in her wetness. She put her own finger inside Vivian, searching for her clitoris, eager to please her.
"I'm going to turn around," said Rosie after a bit. "I want to eat your pussy, taste your juices. Hopefully this berth doesn't collapse under us."
"Just turn slowly, but not too slowly; I'm dying to feel your tongue inside me."
She maneuvered perfectly and they were soon lapping at each other's cunt. So wet, so delicious! The sensations were building quickly and powerfully. Vivian began to moan and Rosie reached back and grabbed a pillow to put over her face, giggling and whispering "Ssshh!" to her. Their tongues worked magic on each other and straining with all their might not to make any noise, climaxed. They had been holding their breath so long and hard that when they started breathing again it was as if they'd just run a 100-yard dash.
Rosie turned around again and lay on top of Vivian, kissing her passionately, still quivering from her climax. "That was fucking wonderful," she whispered.
"Such a mouth on you, I'm shocked!" laughed Vivian.
Feeling excited, Rosie said, "I have an idea. Do you want to scat right now, right here?"
"Oh yeah, what a brilliant idea!" Vivian nearly exploded sarcastically. "We'll be banned from ever riding a train again for the rest of our lives."
"So we'll just become recluses. Come on, let's do it."
"You're crazy, girl, come here." She threw her arms around her and hugged her close. "We'll be in Miami before you know it. Then we can indulge."