11 comments/ 58780 views/ 3 favorites Miami By: Writeman This is purely a writing exercise from months ago that I just looked at again... ----------------------- Miami. Shit. I was still in Miami. Hurricane central. I looked around the hotel room as I slowly woke up from my evening nap. It was all coming back. The miserable business trip. Friday night. The memo. My headache. My Sales Manager from hell. My old-fashioned, Midwest printing company was hopelessly outclassed. We were offering tours of our plant and pens and notepads. My competition was giving away Cuban cigars and hosting trips to strip-clubs. I think they were even providing hookers, not to mention meeting our prices. I had fallen asleep writing a scathing memo that would probably get me fired. I didn't have much to lose and had fallen asleep in my hotel room. I heard someone crying and raised my head to identify the direction of the sound . Had the crying woken me? I sat up. The sound was coming from the next room. I had seen the woman next door by chance. Nice looking dark-haired lady around 40, my age. What was SHE crying about? Was everybody in the world unhappy tonight? I thought irritably. I debated going out for a bite, but it was 11 pm, so I just ordered a pizza and took a shower. I could still hear the muffled sobs when I got out of the shower. How long would this continue? Twenty minutes later my pizza was delivered. I was about to start eating but the sobbing sounds took my appetite away. What to do? I'm not big on getting involved in other people's lives, but I'm not a cold-hearted bastard, either, so I went next door. I knocked. There was no response, but the crying stopped. I knocked again. "Yes" came a snuffled response. "I'm in the room next door," I explained. "Just wanted to see to see if everything was alright." Obviously it wasn't or she wouldn't be crying, but you have to start somewhere. The door opened a crack. Enough for me to see an attractive face with smudged mascara. "That's very kind. I'm sorry I disturbed you..." She replied, taking a breath to gain some composure. An awkward silence followed. "So...are you going to be okay?" I asked. "Do you need someone to talk to? A slice of pizza?" "I'll be fine. Thank-you." She wiped an eye, closed the door and that was that. I went back to my room and dug into the pizza, ESPN and an overpriced beer from the mini-bar. I was halfway through the pizza when I heard a knock on the door. Being a Midwesterner in the Big City I was instantly "on guard" and tried to grab a wooden hangar as a weapon, but of course it was one of those kind that can't be taken off the bar. I looked through the peephole cautiously and saw my formerly crying neighbor. Feeling a little foolish, I unchained the door and opened it all the way. "Hi" she said with a shy smile. "Is your offer still open?" "Sure. Come on in. Pizza isn't very hot, but you're welcome to it. Beer's cold." She extended a hand. "I'm Francesca _____________. Call me Fran." "Dave_________". I arranged a chair and got a beer, all the while assessing Fran. She was very attractive, probably Italian-American, average height, conservatively attired in a black dress with gray piping on three-quarter sleeves. We made small talk for a few minutes. I found out she was from New York. Fran seemed to be checking me out at the same time. She tried a piece of pizza. "It's not New York pizza." I said deprecatingly. "It's fine. If I accept your food and then criticize it, I'm a louse." She had a point. I liked it. "I've never had a drink with a stranger" Fran said. "I never had a drink with a stranger in his room, that's for sure. " I nodded, then we were both silent. Fran took a deep breath. I had noticed she was nicely endowed, but taking that deep breath thrust out her breasts even more. Seeing that, I took a slow breath myself. Fran started talking slowly, then faster and faster. "This may be the craziest thing you ever heard, but I came to Miami to be bad. I came because I lost my faith in God, marriage--everything. Our priest was convicted of child molesting, the other one hit on me. I'm sick of my husband, who never-ever, did anything for me. Everything's my fault. I can't conceive, the doctor says I'm fine, but HE won't get tested and it's still my fault. I'm unhappy that I never get a present for my birthday or anniversary-"get over it", he says. I complained to my mother and she slapped me. That's it, I said, I'm out of here. Nobody hits me. I don't want to live like this anymore. I came to Miami to think about things. Maybe even to be bad, to get back at him, but I can't even be bad. No man even gives me the time of day. No one wants me. I go out to nightclub. Nothing's going on. Go to another. Also dead. Go to another, women laugh at me, my clothes, I don't know. So that's why I cry. I was feeling sorry for myself. And now you know everything. Almost everything. I called my girlfriend and told her I was coming over here. For safety I call her." Fran took a triumphant drink of her beer and smiled half-heartedly. I nodded at her safety-consciousness (and thought of my attempt to arm myself with a hangar) and smiled back, then shook my head. What a story. Fran asked a few questions about my work, marital status (divorced), personal life and we chatted a little more. There was a definite chemistry between us. Still, I was caught off guard when she rose and popped the question. "So. Will you help me?" "Excuse me?" "Will you help me be bad?" "You're serious? You CANT be serious!?" I asked incredulously. "I am. I totally am." She replied defiantly, but slowly lowered her eyes. I opened my hands palms up and stood speechless for a moment. "Just like that?...This is the craziest thing I ever heard of. And what exactly do you mean by "bad"? I don't think you're going to sleep with me just like that." Fran said nothing, but looked up at me with a flash of defiance in her eyes. "Fran, you're very attractive, but this is...unheard of. I'm don't know what to say." I took Fran's hands and looked into her eyes. I was doubtful, but everything I saw was genuine. Her lashes were damp, her breathing deep, her air of feminine vulnerability now palpable. And was she sexy! I leaned in and kissed her. She kissed me back. Our kiss grew deeper, our mouths opened and our tongues explored tentatively. We swayed on our feet until I moved towards the wall and pinned Fran against it gently. I thought it would be a good test. Press my body against hers and see if she pulled back. She didn't. I mashed my chest against hers and found she gave as good as she got. Hmmm. I took Fran's head in my hands and kissed along her forehead and down until reaching an ear. I felt her stiffen and rise on her heels, so I lingered, breathing lightly in her ear, sucking her lobe, teasing her. I dropped my right hand lower onto her ass, another test. Was she for real or would she run? Fran didn't run. In fact, I felt her push against me. If my mouth wasn't already open kissing her, it probably would have opened again. My blood was racing, my head pounding with excitement. I slowly walked the two of us a few steps over to the bed and fell backward slowly, Fran on top of me. Each of us was breathing hard. It was the only sound in the room, except a distant salsa band. Fran broke the silence. "Maybe this is not so comfortable for you with me on top. Let's do side by side. And more kissing. By God, I haven't kissed like this in twenty years. I'm serious. I love it." I laughed at her openness and we shifted positions, taking up where we left off. Our kissing marathon went on for ten minutes or so, with neck and ears and tongues and all conceivable parts involved. My hands were roaming over Fran's back and butt and we were grinding against each other in lust. The point had come for me to start removing Fran's clothes. I toyed with the zipper at the top of her dress and pulled it down and inch or two. Fran said nothing. I was getting the green light. Unfortunately, mine had turned red. I pulled away from her and sat up. "Fran, there's something I have to tell you." Fran ran a hand through her hair and looked at me in bewilderment. I sighed and continued. "There is nothing I'd like more than to make love to you tonight. Problem is, it was a bad day for me. I have a headache and it hasn't gone away. I know from experience, the more sexual I get, the worse it will get. It gets like a drum inside my head. I don't think I'll be able to..uh..finish." "You have a headache?" "Umm-hmmm. And it couldn't have come at a worse time." "You're sure I didn't give you one?" "Yep. It was my boss. Guaranteed." "Poor baby. Let me get some ice for you." "No, that's okay..." I protested, but Fran was already up and headed for the door, propping a newspaper in it to keep it from closing. She returned a minute later with one of those old- fashioned hard-case make-up bags and a hotel bucket of ice. I watched with curiosity as she dumped a few cosmetics out of a Ziploc bag and put some ice in. "Lay back on the pillow" Fran commanded. I obeyed and she put the bag on my forehead. "Feels good," I said wistfully, "but not as good as your body. I reached out for her hand. I'm missing out big time." Fran lay down beside me. "There's always the morning " she said sympathetically. "No there isn't," I replied in my world-weary voice. "One thing I've learned in life is that there isn't a second chance. Nothing is there if you wait. You'll have a plane to catch, or be meeting a cousin for breakfast, or you'll change your mind or...it's always something." "Well, I'm not going anywhere," Fran said adamantly. "I chose Miami because I don't know anyone and I chose you and I'm not changing my mind. In fact, I'm going to get a bag and stay the night with you anyway, even if we don't have sex. I'd rather be with you than be alone." Fran gave me another defiant look that slowly softened as I stared back at her. I stared because I was speechless. "There's nothing I'd like more. And if you're gone in the morning, it will still have been a wonderful dream." Fran gave me a funny look and went to get her bag. When she was gone I undressed to my underwear and slipped beneath the covers. Fran returned and I heard her talking on a cell-phone. She ducked her head around the corner briefly and smiled, then went into my bathroom. I took two more aspirin and drifted off to sleep before Fran ever got out of the bathroom. Strange, strange, day. Miami. Morning. Holy cow. It's all coming back. SHE is still here and my headache is gone. I think. I move my head and neck on the pillow slowly, tentatively, to test for pain. I'm okay. I don't want to move quickly and wake Fran. I breathe deeply... look out the window at the sky. Review the events of the previous evening. Wonder how long I can go before I have to get out of bed and take a piss and flush the toilet and wake her. What time is it, anyway? 7:17 stands out in red digital numerals. I turn slowly to face the window on my side. Jesus, life is strange. Almost certainly, I'm going to be out of a job in 48 hours. That's going to suck. Unless I totally misread something, in 48 minutes I could be making love to a very sexy and intriguing woman. A hand slides over my ribs and interrupts my reverie, followed by a sleepy "Hey!" "Hey" I respond. Fran snuggles up to my back. "How you feelin?" "Much better, thanks." I start to turn, but Fran stops me. "I don't have any makeup on. Give me a second to look nice for you." "You don't have to" I protest. "I want to." "Okay, but I get to use the bathroom first." I went to the bathroom and closed the door. I took a loud, long, whiz and looked around. Fran had arranged her things neatly on the counter and her clothes were hung on the back of the door. I washed and was about to leave when a corner of Fran's hanging bra caught my eye. I felt like a schoolboy, but I had to look at the label. 36 "C". Very nice. The sexiest women I'd ever been with were all small-breasted, but still... When I came out Fran had the sheet over her head. I laughed and tugged at the sheet just to get a reaction, which I did. I watched her get out of bed with her back to me. She had on a silvery gown, but it was revealing enough to show a nice body. To me, anyway. I like curves. Womanly lines. I'm the first person to argue that the sexiest part of a woman is her mind, but a nice body never hurt. I ordered coffee, tea and pastries from room service and put the bill on my company. Might as well go out in style. Fran took a while in the bathroom. I wasn't surprised. I was surprised all over again by how attractive she was when she came out. I smiled. She smiled. She got under the covers. "You really are beautiful," I said. Fran shook her head. "Yes, you are. And I can hardly make sense of it all. In fact I can't." Fran leaned forward on her elbows to respond. "Sometimes life doesn't make sense. That's what I'm saying to you. Play by the rules all the time and what do you get? I stayed a virgin for a two-timing jerk? I'm supposed to stay married to a man who gives me nothing? One priest hits on me and the other molests little boys? How do I know the Pope is a good man? How do I know a woman couldn't do a better job than he does? I don't! They tell me birth control is wrong. Everything is wrong to the catholic church. I'm taking a vacation from wrong and right." "How do you know I'm not an axe murderer?" I said. " You could end up in pieces or something." Fran shook her head. "What makes you so sure?" I challenged. "The sweater" she replied enigmatically. "What? What sweater? What are you talking about?" "Remember when we were on the elevator together yesterday? You picked up a sweater for that old lady before she even knew it hit the floor. You did it so quickly it was an unconscious act...you didn't even see me smile at you. So I figured you were probably a decent guy at heart. Guys like my husband would say "Lady! Dropped your sweater!"" "Oh, yeah...yeah...I don't remember you even being ON the elevator, but I saw you go to your room. That's funny. Well, I'm glad I impressed you. It's a pretty small thing, though. You can't judge a guy by one small thing." "Kindness often comes down to small things." Fran said, looking at me very intently. Her eyes seemed shiny and I sensed vulnerability again. Room service's knock intervened. I got out of bed and pulled on a pair of pants to sign for the cart, which I then pulled to Fran's side of the bed. "Thank-you," Fran said. "I've never had room service in my life. My cheap husband always said room service was a rip-off." "Well, it's no bargain," I acknowledged. "Everybody knows that, but it's convenient. And maybe a little kinky." "Kinky?" Fran asked with a puzzled look. "Sure" I smiled devilishly. "You can do some...sweet things with one of those little packets of honey that come with room service tea...like these." I held one up. Fran looked, then her eyes grew wide. She blushed and pulled the sheet over her head. She recovered quickly, though, and we sat against the backboard like a couple of kids, drinking coffee, eating sweet rolls, feeding each other from time to time. Given the strange situation, it's amazing how comfortable we were with each other. Which is not to say that we weren't nervous. We were. Both of us. When we realized we were putting off the inevitable, we looked at each other for a moment, set our cups on the bedside table and pulled the covers over us. We kissed and snuggled and I sucked on Fran's earlobe for a bit and tickled the inside of her ear with the tip of my tongue. She squealed quietly in pleasure, which made me hard in about 3.5 seconds, so I did the same to the other ear, then kissed along her neck. "I'm having so much fun." Fran whispered. "Is this how real people live?" "Sometimes," I said between kisses and let my hand wander down to Fran's ass. "Sometimes it gets even better." "I'm ready for the better part." Fran said. "I'm scared as hell, 'cause my husband and I hardly do it any more and I don't know if" - I put my finger to her lips and stopped her. "Let's just live in the present. Right now I see a beautiful woman. A beautiful woman who wants to explore the sexy side of her that she's never had a chance to explore before. She's in bed with a...handsome man (I coughed deprecatingly), a man who commands her to take off her nightgown and reveal her stunning body to him." And she did. Fran was kind of lying on top of me as I spoke and she looked me in the eye, threw off the sheet and slowly lifted the hem of her nightgown over her head. I saw her thighs, matching panties, stomach, pale breasts with lovely brown nipples all come into view at once. She had a wonderful body and I was wide-eyed and salivating. Fran grabbed the sheet around her slightly and lay down on my chest looking at me. "What happens next?" she asked. "My heart attack" I replied, shaking my head in wonder. "Actually...actually, you're even more beautiful than I imagined." She responded shyly with a "Thank-you." I kissed Fran again and began exploring her body with my hands. I felt her stomach flutter slightly as I caressed just above her panties. Of course what I wanted most at the moment was to feel her breasts, but I thought it best to work up to them, to give more of her body its due. I caressed her ribs, her arms and pulled her to me for more kissing while my hands ran up and down her back. Of course I felt her breasts pressed against me, but it was a discrete pressure. Fran explored my body a little while I did the same to her. She wasn't shy about it, either. I laughed inwardly about that. The woman had a healthy sexual appetite. I pulled her to me. Fran moaned and pushed right back. We went at it like high-school kids alone on the floor of an un-chaperoned party: all thrusts and quick breaths and kissing. Within a couple minutes my hands had found their way into the back of Fran's panties and I was holding her full ass cheeks. A minute later we stopped for air. I released my hold and we rolled onto our sides and took a deep breath. Fran looked at me with heaving chest and said breathlessly. "This IS fun." And it was. The best kind. We kissed slowly again, languidly and my fingertips made first contact with the soft underside of Fran's breasts. Fran pulled her head away from me slightly and watched with an amused smile on her face. I traced little circles around the stiffened nipple, then softly squeezed the rubbery tips between thumb and forefinger. Fran moaned and closed her eyes. "Again....soft....That's so nice. Why are some men so rough with women? My husband..oops!" "Ah-ha! There'a a penalty for that," I said. "Straddle me." Fran complied with a smile, and I was treated to the wondrous sight of Fran's tits swaying side to side as she moved on top of me. They may have had a stretch mark on the side and fallen slightly from her teenage years, but to me they were still glorious. They really were. I softly teased and squeezed two exquisitely distended nipples. Fran moaned and closed her eyes, leaning forward on her hands for support. I rolled her nipples gently between my fingers, tugged them out, pushed them in, brushed my palms across them and flicked them lightly. "Hey!" Fran whispered. "Hmmm?" I was reluctant to interrupt my work. "I thought my boobs were dead, but you're making me hot." "It gets better, too." I boasted, and pulled Fran closer to me so I could suck a nipple. Fran's body stiffened suddenly and she made a feminine sound that is impossible to translate into words. It was sexually enchanting on a level that goes past the meter of 1 to 10. I teased that nipple with my tongue and sucked it and used my lips on it every way I could, just to hear more of those sounds. Not only were they were a delight to hear, it was also a pleasure to see Fran have those teeny spasms, those electric moments of joy that caused her body to twitch . Her thighs would contract unconsciously, too. Just for a second-maybe even less. I was beginning to worry how long I could hold out once I got inside her. Miami Finally! With our crazy schedules, my wife Lori and I found a weekend where we could get away from the stresses and strains of our jobs and enjoy! she's a nurse in a large hospital so if she's not scheduled for work on a weekend, I'm off on a business trip "Where should we go Honey?" she asks excitedly as we sit by the dinner table eating a late night meal she whipped together. "How about some fun in the sun?" I reply as my mind runs through some vacation spot options. "Okay. You call for a reservation and I'll clean the table." Let me give you a visual of us. I'm 50, six foot with an average frame that I take good care of. I decided to go bald years ago because I was losing hair and refused to walk around with the "monk" look. The only hair on my head is a graying goatee that I love because it goes with this whole biker life my alter-ego is into. Her 46 year old Italian frame is just over 5' with an hourglass figure and brown hair that flows around her beautiful face. Her eyes are big and brown and can melt a convict's heart. When she walks, heads turn and a contributing factor of their glare is her ass. It's perfectly round and full with no sag at all. I can't keep my hands off of it. I'm a butt man so her beautiful ass is great! Then there's her tits. They are a 34c and sensitive to the touch. I can make her scream in an orgasm just by making love to them alone sometimes. So I decide to surprise het and fly us down to Miami Beach over the weekend to tan, drink, and dance and make love. We left early on that hot and sunny Friday morning and headed straight for the beach from our beach-side hotel. I knew a certain area away from the general public fairly well because I've been there before but this was her first time to Miami so I thought I'd try something to see what she would do. Those parts of the beach that are somewhat secluded also have women lying on the beach topless. They don't run around with absolutely nothing on like a nudist beach but while they tan, they'll remove their tops so there are no tan lines. As we get closer to our destination, her eyes focus on the beach bodies and I hear her gasp. "Jeff! They have no tops on! We can't stay here!" she whisper's loudly with her eyes exploding. "Relax. This is what they do here but not everybody does it. See for yourself." I say in a calm tone. She scans the area timidly with her head down and notices that some of the women had their tops off and some didn't. There were maybe 20 people in the area - some with partners, some alone, some younger, some older. After a big huff, she lays out everything around her chair and attempts to relax in her bright red two piece bikini. I do the same around me and pop open a couple of wine coolers for us. She downs that one quickly and asks for another, which I found to be odd. She usually nurses her drink but either the heat or her nervousness made her drink that one fast. I hand her another from the cooler and adjust my chair slightly behind her yet to the side so I can watch her. The reason for my adjustment and mild excitement is because alcohol puts Lori into, what I like to refer it as, the 3 levels of sensuality brought on by alcohol. Lori is gentle, shy, and extremely conservative in her everyday form. She was brought up that way and it's just who she is and who I fell in love with. When we make love, the room is dark and the sex is..... Okay. She rarely drinks so when she has one or two, she's feeling it. Level 1 is when she has one or two drinks and slips out of being shy and soft spoken into being bold and risqué. Sure enough, as she lies back down, she looks around the area and notices that more women had taken off their tops. She reaches behind her neck and unites the top string of her red two-piece, which exposes the top half of her tits. As time and wine coolers go by, she looked around again, looked at me and noticed I was laying on my back with mirrored sunglasses on, so she doesn't know if I'm sleeping, and quickly takes off her top and lays back down. I said "niiiiiccceee" in a low pitch and all she did was turn to me and give me a devilish smile. She actually stayed that way for some time while polishing the last wine cooler we had and turns around to lay on her stomach. I'm still watching and am beginning to get hard. Her bikini bottom is, as you can imagine, very conservatively cut so imagine my shock when she suddenly, and nonchalantly, reaches back and moves the sides of her material toward the center as if to make it a thong! After I put my eyes back in my head I murmur to myself "yeah, she's in level 1" I had to peel my eyes away from her to reduce my bulge so I could go to a nearby hut and get us some more drinks so as I scan the area, I noticed a lot of guys suddenly looking our way. I knew who they were looking at and I loved it. Here I was with my sexy wife and other guys were drooling over her. I decide that this would be the best time to get those drinks so I ask her what she wanted and luckily she wanted a margarita. Cool! I think to myself. The drinks just might be getting her to level 2, which is when she not only gets bold but very flirty. Getting to the hut and coming back with the drinks took forever. The woman in front of me at the hut couldn't make a decision to save her life! When I get close to our spot I noticed something that convinced me that she was at level two. Sitting on the sand next to my wife was a guy! He must have given her a large margarita type of drink and they seemed to be in a humorous conversation because Lori was lying on her back on her lounge chair, laughing as he's talking and her tits are just bouncing away. That's right, she wasn't even covering herself! The alcohol was definitely having an effect on her because she would NEVER have done that sober. The guy she's talking to was muscular, rugged looking and over 6' tall and maybe around his early 30's. Kind of like those volleyball players you see on TV. I decide to keep the drinks, find a place to sit, and see what develops because this is what I've fantasized about. As I move to my spot, Which was about 20 feet behind him, I make eye contact with her while he reached for his drink and suddenly that devilish smile comes out for a second before resuming it to his eyes. At that moment I knew that I was in for quite a show. They resume their animated conversation while chugging down their drinks and now that she knew I was watching, she started to use every flirtatious move you can think of. I literally had to look closely at her because I could not believe the woman I was watching was my wife. Remember that she is in her lounge chair and he is a foot away from her on the sand so suddenly she turns to face him, leans back on her hands, and parts her legs. I could visually see his head go up from her face, down to her slim red material between her legs. I'm just in awe of her hot body, under a hotter sun, with sweat beads running down her breasts with her legs open so you can see two different shades of red on the material which tells me she is either sweating down there or wet from the excitement. My heart is pounding out of control at the sight! Suddenly their conversation goes from being animated to more sensual in a clandestine way since they were in public. After more flirtatious moves like wiping the sweat off of her tits and bringing her knees up to her chest, they both stand. She turns her back to him and gives him a front row view of her ass (with the material still wedged in her crack) and bends over to reach for her suntan lotion. I look at his reaction and he looks down to admire the view and then looks up to the sky as if to say "THANK YOU"!!!! She turns to him, hands him the lotion, and lies back on her stomach with her beautiful round butt sticking straight up in the air. He then sits on the edge of the lounge she's on and starts applying lotion to her shoulders. Then he pours some more of the oil on her back and not only coats her back but also starts massaging her entire back and shoulders. I look at her and she has her head to the side facing me with her eyes looking at me. She smiles, looks at him in the corner of eyes and says something I could make out as "that feels so good!" He then moves his hands lower in a rubbing motion to the top band of her bikini bottom and tries to pull them down but she reaches back and lightly brushes his hands away. He goes back to rubbing her back but lowers his lips to her ear and whispers something to which she smiles and nods an approval. He then collects more oil and starts to massage her butt cheeks. At first it was a normal lotion rub like one might do to a relative but quickly it turns erotic. He starts gripping her ass cheeks while rubbing and every so often a hand goes underneath the bikini - first for a quick second but then his hands are rubbing up and down her ass but underneath the wet red cloth. I look at her and her mouth is now in an "o" shape and her breathing is heavy. Suddenly I see that his right hand is still under her bikini but it's no longer rubbing but bobbing up and down. OMG! Is he doing what I think he is?! I'm going nuts! My heart is pounding, my breathing his hard and I'm shaking! His hand maneuver only lasts a half a minute before she jumps up to stand, along with him, and they talk quietly for a few moments while she nervously looks around to see if everybody was watching. Lori and the beach stud's bodies were close to one another talking and smiling for a few minutes. He then nods and collects his things to go. She looks visibly flushed and plops down in her chair and attacks her drink after taking a huge gulp of air. I start to come back to life but also wait a bit before running over to her because of my raging hard on. When I reach her she says" OMG! I can't believe that just happened! I'm so sorry honey but I knew you were watching and I know how this turns you on but with the drinks and the sun and his hot body I didn't mean for it to go that far but he got me so horny with his accent and his words and..." I cut her off to calm her down and to reassure her that I was not mad at all and actually loved it and her. She felt a lot of relief after that and calmed down a bit in order to tell me what happened. She said that she was just about to fall asleep when he approached her with a drink. "He said his name was Trent and he was here from Australia visiting friends. They decided to come to the beach, near his hotel to play volleyball and party but he went to get a couple of drinks and saw me on his way back he just had to say hi and tell me how pretty he thought I was" as she blushes a bit. "His voice mesmerized me and he was so easy to talk to. At first I covered myself but Trent said "please don't cover that pretty chest of yours. I already seen it and you have beautiful breasts." I felt so embarrassed but he quickly put me at ease with his words. My heart was JUST pounding and I was so nervous and wet and excited because I felt so naughty but when I saw you watching, I just kept going to see how far we would go. I never believed it would go that far!" She took a second to catch her breath and then went on. "All of a sudden I decided to do something I've NEVER done and swing my legs over so he could see between them and I thought I would die but I suddenly felt like teasing him. As soon as I got naughty, so did he and he said things like "I sure would like to see what's under your bikini" which only made me do more. He said that the sun might be burning me so he should put some lotion on me so I let him, making sure I stuck my ass up to tease him some more. His hands were magic Jeff! I was melting in those large hands. I wanted him to touch me in areas only for you but I was too wet and nervous to tell him. Suddenly he put his hands under my bottom and I pushed him away but I knew he knew I didn't mean it so he put his hand underneath again and... and... "I asked her excitedly "what!" She continued "he put his hand underneath and put a finger up my pussy and I didn't stop him right away because by the third stroke, I was cumming! I came with him barely touching me Jeff!" I stood up right when it was done because I came back to earth and realized we were on a beach so I said we needed to stop and that's when he felt he should go because we both knew that if he kept doing what he was doing, we wouldn't be able to stop. Can you believe that!?" She exclaims like a kid that just got a huge piece of candy. "It gave me Goosebumps! I thought I was going to pass out because it was so wrong yet hot!" "Let's go!" I state as I grab all of our belongings hurriedly. "Where?" We need to go to our room and fuck. I want you bad!" "I so agree" as she helps in a rush. At that moment I knew she went from level 2 to that final level and I bet it's all because of the drink he gave her. Level 3 is where she is horny as hell and ready to do anything to crave her sexual appetite. Shy Lori is gone and slut Lori is there! True to form, we ran up to it on the third floor, took off our clothes and didn't leave the bed for the next 5 hours. It was incredible! She was only in this level a couple of times but each time was the best sex ever! Our hotel was right on the beach on Ocean View Ave. It was nothing fancy but nice enough to enjoy. I told her I would like to take her to dinner. I wore a nice pair of khaki pants and a polo shirt. She surprised me with a short black dress. Where did that come from? She was so beautiful. It was loose below and came down just under her round ass. The neckline plunged low enough to show half of her breasts and she wore a type of bra that stuck them out and together for an unbelievable cleavage. As I watched her put on her clothes, I noticed that she put on a pair of white French lace panties. She knows that drives me nuts. As soon as she slid them slowly up her legs, she gave me a devilish look and smile that said we were not done having sex for the night. To complete the ensemble, she wore high heeled black shoes and thigh highs with the seam going right up the back and connecting to a garter belt. I felt so lucky! Right below us was a night club you have got to experience to believe. Its front is open for people to look into because of its atmosphere. The waitresses are all gorgeous and they wear leopard body suits to show off. Even the bartenders join in on some of the reggae music they play all night. There's a dance floor in the center where the hottest and dirtiest dancing goes on because that's just what you seem to do when dancing to that type of music. The club itself is lit up internally with neon lights so if you're wearing white, you glow. It's a lot of fun. We went out for a nice dinner down the street and you can imagine what our conversation was about. All we could talk about was the encounter on the beach. The one thing I found odd was how she avoided answering me when I asked her what they talked about after he gave her an orgasm. After a wonderful meal and some wine, we headed back to the hotel. On the way, she asked if we could go inside the club under our hotel. I said sure and we went inside. It was crowded but we got lucky and found two chairs at the bar. We both ordered a fancy type of margarita that came in neon green glasses. We joked and laughed but she seemed to be real nervous. That drink went down quickly so I ordered another. As she was drinking that one, I noticed during our conversation that she was turning slightly toward the crowded tables and dance floor and opening her legs. Then she would turn toward me. I asked her if everything was okay and she quickly said that she was fine. I knew that because of the Margarita and wines, she would be getting well into level 2 but the drinks don't make her this fidgety. Something told me she was up to something so I made an excuse to go to the men's room. I came out of the bathroom and tried to make my way back to our stools but it was crowded so I took another way. Sure enough, there she was spreading her legs and smiling at a table of four guys. As I got closer to them, I saw why. One of the guys was her beach buddy! That's why she avoided my question and that's why she wanted to come here! He must have told her where he was going to be tonight! At that moment I felt like a fool and a bit betrayed so I was gonna take this to the limit! When I arrived, she was like a kid with their hands caught in the cookie jar. She closed up her legs and said "Oh hi!" in a surprised tone. I said "Give it up. I know now why we're here." After a second of conjuring up a lie, she said "It's not what you think. He told me he was going to be here but it was so crowded and I didn't know what time he would be here and..." "Don't worry about it" I interrupted her. "I'd like to meet him." "WHAT?!" WHY!? "Why not? Again, give it up. I know the real reason is because he did something to you that excited you and now that he's here, you're showing him just what he can't have...Or can he?!" "No! Absolutely not! I'm sorry we even came. You must think I'm horrible. Let's go" By that time I had already gotten off of my stool and approached him. I could hear Lori behind me crying out "Jeff! No!" but I continued. I think he thought I was coming over to take him out but I first introduced myself calmly and then asked if he would care to join us and he hesitantly said that he would. He excused himself from his friends (with a lot of punching in the arm and remarks like "go get her dog"). I won't bore you with the small talk we had but Lori was still sitting on her stool and Trent was standing next to her and I was on the other side of her. She seemed very uncomfortable but after a third margarita, she seemed to be settling down. While she was looking around, Trent and I made eye contact. He understood what I was up to and I knew what he wanted so we nodded to each other in agreement. Trent then turned to Lori and asked if she would like to dance. Before she could object, he took her hand and pried his way to the dance floor with her in tow. It was very crowded so all I could see were the top halves of their bodies but they were dancing body to body for a while and in deep conversation. Suddenly she smiled and her entire demeanor changed. She then turned her back to him and they were grinding to the music. I didn't know Lori knew how to do that because she never did that to me but there she was, dancing the most erotically induced dance with another guy. After that dance, they both came back flustered but I don't think it was because of the heat. She floored me by stating that it was getting hot in the club because of all the people so we should head up to our room. I assumed she meant the two of us but she grabbed both our hands and Trent and I followed while looking at each other in disbelief! The walk up the steps set the tone for the night. She put both of her arms through ours but I think that was because she needed a bit of help walking. Then she said "me with two hot guys going to our hotel room. This could be fun!" I then realized my fantasy was about to come true. She was at level 3 with her husband and a hot Australian and leading us to our room! When we get in the room, she excuses herself to go freshen up and asks me to pour more wine. I did and Trent and I sit in chairs facing each other. He told me I'm a lucky man but before I could reply, we hear the bathroom door open and out comes my Midwestern, shy, conservative wife in a red silk robe that barely covered her panties. She kept the stockings and shoes on. The robe was open wide enough where you could see her push-up bra. My heart stopped and my mouth opened. She looked like a VS model! Trent said under breathe "OMG you're beautiful!" She stopped, took a huge breath of air, as if to nervously say "okay! Here we go!" and approached me. She then looked down and said "we always knew your fantasy Jeff but I never divulged mine." I asked "what is yours honey?" She looked up at me with a smile and said "to be taken by two guys". Miami Bound My name is John. Jenny (my wife) and I had taken several holidays in different U.S. cities enjoying each enormously but his year we decided that a road trip would be more interesting. I’d hired the car from the UK and we decided to drive the loop down the gulf coast of Florida and back up the Atlantic coast. Jenny and I have been married for 20 years and stayed faithful to each other (well as far as I knew), but this turned out to be the trip where, well shall I say, we strayed a little. We had a few days doing the whole Orlando thing then headed over past Tampa and spent a couple of relaxing days near Naples. As we’d got older our sex life was not as wild or should I say interesting as it used to be. It tended to be weekends and fairly much the same each time. Jenny had put on a bit of weight, not that I was complaining, I had too and to be perfectly honest I loved the big tits she’d grown and the extra weight? Well it made for a real comfy fuck. There were times however I stared at the skinny young girls and wondered what it would be like to have one of those below you. One nice thing about holidays were the time you spent together tended to pep things up a bit so in the first few days Jenny and I had fucked quite a few times and she was definitely ‘in the mood’. We left Naples and picked up that long straight road running across to Miami. This was going to be the boring bit of the trip so I set the cruise control and Jenny was soon dozing beside me. An hour into the journey the gaslight came on so I pulled into the next stop and jumped out to fill the car. As I was standing there a voice behind me said ‘xcuse me sir we were wondering if you could give us a ride’. I turned to be faced with a girl and boy probably in their late teens or early twenties. ‘We’re hitching over to Miami and wondered whether you could take us part way’ said the boy. I’m not normally one to pick up hitchhikers but they seemed like pleasant kids so I didn’t give my immediate usual no. ‘Let me talk to my wife’, I said and moved around to her door. ‘There’s a couple of youngsters here looking for a lift’, I said, ‘they look alright, do you fancy some company for a while?’ Jenny turned and looked at them through the back window ‘yeah’, she said, ‘they look OK, go ahead’. ‘Your in’ I said to the couple, ‘dump your stuff in the boot and climb in’. I went to pay which gave me a few minutes to study them while they loaded their rucksacks in to the car. He was taller than me and certainly a lot fitter, dressed in jeans and a t-shirt with a band name I’d never heard of. She was about the same height as Jenny but as skinny as a rake. As she reached up to pull down the boot lid her t-shirt pulled tight against her and I realised two things, one she had almost no breasts at all and two, she was bra less. I climbed back in the car and pulled out onto that long road. We started to chat and soon discovered his name was Robert, he was twenty and on his way back to college in Miami. She was called Amy, was nineteen and was Robert’s girlfriend; she was hoping to find work in Miami to be with him. We chatted on very easily for ages about life in the UK, life in the states, hobbies, music etc then gradually the conversation waned. I wasn’t concerned there is only so much you can talk about to two total strangers. But what happened next took me by surprise. I glanced into the rear view mirror and Amy looked as if she was asleep, her eyes were closed but then I noticed the slight smile on her face. I strained my neck a little higher so I could see lower in the mirror and realised that Robert had his hand up her t-shirt and was definitely giving her tiny breast a good grope. I looked over at my wife and using plenty of rolled eyes and raised eyebrows managed to indicate that something was going on in the back. Amy’s voice floated forward ‘sorry you guys, we were getting a little carried away’ to my surprise I found myself replying ‘that’s OK you carry on’. ‘Jenny’ asked Robert ‘would you like to watch’ Jenny turned in her seat to look at the two in the back, ‘we don’t mind’. Jenny smiled and replied ‘yes I would enjoy seeing someone else getting off, might give me a few ideas to try on John’. ‘Hey’ I said ‘make sure you describe what’s going on I can’t watch’ As I tried to keep my eyes on the road, Jenny kept up a commentary. ‘Ok he’s back fondling her tits. Amy is rubbing the front of his jeans, looks as if he’s getting a real hard on. Robert’s lifting her t-shirt; oh she’s got tiny little tits. Now he’s sucking them’. Amy was starting to moan in the back and I could feel my cock getting stiff, concentration was getting harder. Jenny continued the commentary ‘He’s lifting up her skirt and his hand is going inside her panties’, Jenny was starting to squirm in her seat, she was obviously getting excited too. ‘Now Amy is undoing his trousers and wow he has a nice cock’. I had had about as much as I could stand, spying a rest area ahead I made a fast pull off the road, the place was deserted but I headed for an area slightly shaded from the road by some shrubs and trees. I pulled Jenny to me and kissing her hard on the lips I took a handful of her left breast in my hand. Jenny responded by placing her hand on the front of my trousers and giving my stiff cock a good squeeze. Then Amy set the tone for the rest of the day, ‘hey you guys why don’t we all get out and make it side by side in the sun’. I looked into Jenny’s eyes for consent but was pleased to find pure lust staring back. ‘You bet’ she said. Robert and Amy had a couple of blankets and we threw those down on the ground. There was a moment of silence and confusion with none of us knowing how to start but again Amy came to the rescue, ‘come on Jenny’ she said, ‘lets show them what we got’ and with that she pulled her T-shirt over her head giving me my first view of her small but pert tits. Jenny followed her lead pulling off her blouse and releasing her huge breasts from the lacy bra. ‘Wow’ said Robert as her stared openly at her, ‘they are damn fine tits’, Jenny glowed with pleasure. Robert and I quickly pulled off t-shirts, jeans and boxers and stood proudly facing our partners with stiff cocks pointing upward. Amy unzipped her skirt and slid off her panties, she really was thin and had a beautifully shaved pussy, it was my turn to stare openly and wantonly at her. Jenny peeled off her own trousers and panties and turned to give Robert a deliberate view of her very hairy pussy, he showed approval by running his tongue over his lips at her and sure sign he wouldn’t be adverse to applying his tongue to her clit. ‘Come on lets fuck’ I said. Jenny immediately dropped to the blanket and spread her legs. I could see her pussy was wet from the show she’d seen in the car. I ran my tongue up the inside of her thigh and then began to lash her hard clit. Her hand grabbed the back of my neck and she pulled me in hard against her. I ran my tongue down from her clit to her vagina, poking it in as deep as I could then going back to her clit, I knew this was one way to drive her wild but today judging by the amount of juice it wasn’t taking long. I came up for air and glanced at Amy and Robert, she had her mouth around his thick cock and was sucking hard, I looked at Jenny and it was obvious she was watching the blowjob as well. ‘Give me one?’ I asked. Jenny pushed me onto my back and started sucking me with more passion and enthusiasm than I could remember for a while. I could fell her tongue racing over and around the head of my shaft whilst her hand took up a steady wank. Reaching down I took hold of one of Jenny’s ample breasts and lifting it to my mouth took as much in as I could. I heard Robert beside me say ‘you are a lucky man I’d love to suck tits like that’. Amy rolled over on to her back and pulled Robert on top of her ‘fuck me’ she asked. Jenny and I both stopped to watch Robert’s thick cock slid into her tight little pussy. She groaned as it entered her and she pushed hard back against him as he thrust the full length inside her. Jenny whispered in my ear ‘lets give these kids a show’; she rolled over onto her hands and knees and in a clear voice commanded ‘stick your stiff cock in me from behind’. Jenny wasn’t a great one for being taken from behind and I wasn’t about to miss this opportunity. I felt her pussy lips part and rub down my cock as I pushed into her she was still soaking from my tonguing. I reached forward and took her breasts in my hands I used them to pull myself hard in to Jenny’s pussy. She groaned every time I did, ‘harder’ she cried. Jenny was obviously getting off on having sex in public beside two others doing the same. Robert and Amy were going at it with a frenzy, she’d wrapped her legs around his arse and I was amazed her tiny frame could take such a pounding. All this was just way too exciting and none of us was going to last long, Robert and Amy came together thrusting and crying in pleasure, his cock in and out of her delicate pussy at great speed. Jenny was groaning under me and I knew she was about there. I allowed myself to concentrate on my own orgasm feeling it welling up deep inside me, shooting down my cock and the spurting deep inside Jenny. The collective thrusts and groans continued for several moments as we came down from our personal highs. We lay side by side for several minutes catching our breath under the hot sun. I sat up and starred down at Jenny, she had cum trickling down her thigh, my own cock was still glistening from the cum and pussy juice mix that coated it. I felt incredibly liberated and free and the experience far from satisfying me left me wanting another fuck. I wondered how Jenny would take to being had twice in quick succession. Robert sat up and looked down at Jenny too. ‘You have an awesome wife’ he said ‘I hope I’m still fucking like that when I get to your age’. Jenny glowed with pleasure and revelling in his attention opened her legs wider to give him a good view of her pussy, I was surprised at how open she obviously felt. Robert continued ‘you have fantastic tits and a hot looking pussy man if you were free I’d fuck you hard’. ‘What about Amy’ I said, ‘She’s so slim and attractive she must be dynamite to have sex with’. ‘We should swap’ said Robert. Just like that, honest as anything he’d just suggested I hand over Jenny to him whilst I got Amy, like that was going to happen. I looked over at Amy running my eyes along her slender legs past her finely shaven pussy, that flat stomach, tiny breasts to her pretty face and was shocked to see a look of pure lust coming back at me, ‘I’d love to fuck you’ she said. My cock jumped at the thought but Jenny wasn’t going to agree to this. I turned to look at her and saw she was looking straight at Roberts semi stiff cock ‘I reckon I can take that’, she said ‘in fact I want to take that’. With that the deal had been done, Robert and I exchanged places on the ground. Amy wrapped her arms around me and kissed me hard on the lips. I opened my mouth and felt her do the same and our tongues entwined. My hands started to explore her body. She may have had tiny breasts but her nipples were rock hard. I ran my hand over her flat stomach and between her legs, it was so different to feel no hair and my index finger easily found the button that was her clit and I began a circling motion on it. She was still soaking from Roberts’s attentions and the thought of adding my own cum to his gave me a tremendous excitement. Amy moaned into my mouth as my attention to her clit began to have an affect. I broke the kiss and running my tongue over her chin and throat cut first left then right to suck hard on her tiny tits. Her body felt so slight beneath me I was worried I’d squash the breath out of her but she was wriggling in pleasure as her excitement mounted. I stole a look over at Jenny. I must admit to a moment of jealousy, they’d switched to a 69 position and whilst she was stuffing as much of his cock in her mouth as she could take, he had pulled her pussylips wide open and was completely eating her out. Hell what’s good for the goose…I twisted round on Amy and got my first look at her naked vagina. It was like a little pink rose and had that wonderful aroma of hot sex and cum. I eased back the folds surrounding her clit and went to work on it. I felt her mouth encircle my cock and her tongue wash backward and forward over it’s head. As much as I wanted to cum in Amy’s mouth there was no way I was going to let go, no, I wanted this load in one place only. Jenny was now panting ‘Enough Robert’ she said, ‘I want you in me’ ‘how?’ he asked, ‘get on your back’ she commanded. His thick cock stood straight up in the air. Jenny straddled his legs and then grabbing his cock in her fist gave him a long hard stroke before guiding it into her wet pussy with a long groan. She began to rise and fall on his cock then added a slight backward and forward motion, I knew she was trying to get his cock to hit her g-spot. I wanted some of the same and coming up the right way to face Amy asked ‘Can I take you from on top?’ ‘Sure’ she said. She spread her legs wide, positioning myself between them she took hold of my shaft and guided it into the entrance to her pussy. I slid forward gently into her feeling the tightness of her vagina surrounding and holding my cock. Her legs wrapped around my arse trapping me deeply inside her. Amy whispered in my ear ‘Go on’ she said ‘make you wife jealous, fuck me hard and I’ll make some noise for you’. I drew my cock back and pushed it hard into her. I could feel every inch of her pussy along my shaft. It felt so good to have someone so tiny below you, it was if I had all of her. Amy started moaning and calling my name in pleasure and asking me to ‘fuck me harder fill me with your hot spunk’. I don’t know whether Jenny was listening because she was putting up some good noise herself as she worked up towards orgasm Robert’s hands mashing her big tits. Amy and I took the pace up and I thrashed into her faster and faster, I dropped my head to her shoulder so I could concentrate on giving us the best time possible, I wanted this girl to remember the fuck she had with me. I hoped she wasn’t far off orgasm because I knew I wasn’t. A few more thrusts and I knew it was on its way. I don’t know whether it was the excitement of having Amy or just the second cum in quick succession but the feeling as I let my load go deep inside her were exquisite. ‘Oh my God’ Amy cried, ‘I felt you cum’ and with that her own orgasm ripped through her. I pumped in hard trying to release every drop into her before coming to a stop. I lay on top of her for a moment longer enjoying the experience of my shaft still throbbing inside her before regretfully withdrawing. In my excitement I hadn’t heard Jenny’s orgasm but she has now laying naked beside Robert grasping for breath. Gradually we cleared up and made our way in exhausted silence to Miami. We dropped Robert and Amy off on the outskirts exchanging addresses and promising to keep in touch. I doubted we’d ever see them again but one thing I was sure off neither Jenny or I would forget this day. Well done if you got this far. I’d love to have feedback on this story. Did it work for you, was it too long, could you believe the characters and was the sex right. Please let me know, happy for that to be anonymous but it would be helpful to know if you’re male or female so I can understand what works best for men and women. JK Miami Later, we had drinks at a bar and generally acted like teenagers in love, laughing a lot and being goofy. Just laughing made Fran look at least five years younger. Against my better judgment we had a room service dinner that night, but it wasn't half bad. Or maybe the bottle of wine I brought back to the room just made it seem that way. Half-drunk, we made long, slow love for the better part of an hour and fell asleep in each other's arms (then I woke up with a "dead" arm!). As I tried to fall back asleep, I looked at the woman sleeping next to me and wondered what it might be like to live with her. Our weekend had been great, but it wasn't real life. Thinking about "real life" reminded me of my tenuous job situation. It might be nice to ask Fran to come to the Midwest, but what if I ended up on unemployment? The thought was sobering and made going back to sleep more difficult. Sunday was great, but anti-climactic and a day of rest. No sex at all. Somehow we survived the drought. A month later I found out what it would be like to have Fran live with me. She showed up with an amazing variety of old suitcases in a ten-year-old Cadillac and a back seat full of clothes. More importantly, she had some papers to show me: divorce papers. The filing, anyway. It's going to take a while, though. I still have my job. My boss and I yelled at each other when I got back, but I was so angry and so ready to say "I quit" that the things I said may have actually helped. We'll see. Before settling into the usual routines of life, I showed Fran a good time for a day or two. In return she showed many a good night. Things might just work out for the two of us. And I'm learning Italian.