0 comments/ 21118 views/ 1 favorites Florida Fun By: Soebek The Florida rain was beating down as I pulled up to the hotel. I got out of my rented Chrysler and was immediately soaked by the sudden thunderstorm. Oh well, I thought. Can’t say I wasn’t expecting some good old Florida downpours. I mean, I had just arrived her from England, and it rains all the time there. But not like this. Not with such ferocity, and the rain isn’t so warm either. I mean, here in Florida, the rain is nice. Anyway, I climbed out of my car and ran around to the back, opening it with my keys. I pulled out my two suitcases and placed them on the rain-drenched car park, before closing the boot and locking the car. Wouldn’t do to have it stolen. I picked up my luggage and dashed for the lobby of the hotel, relieved when the warmth hit me as I stepped in. I could almost see the steam rising off me. I turned and looked outside, seeing the grout gouts of water being thrown up by passing cars, ricocheting off windscreens and rolling down frames. Some tourists were running through it, trying to reach the hotel lobby, their drenched ponchos gleaming bright yellow. The words "Universal Studios" had been blurred by the onslaught. I held the door open for them as they entered. They said thanks and nodded to the reception staff, before heading to the lift and disappearing. I let the door close before picking up my luggage and walking over to reception, setting the two suitcases down and shuddering with cold. "Brrrrr," I said jokingly to the receptionist. She smiled back. I looked her over as she typed something on the computer. Her nametag said Lucinda Cromwell. She had long, blonde hair. It was the golden type and tied in a ponytail. Her face was flawless, with high cheekbones and a small mouth with full, red lips. She wore a pair of black glasses that actually made her very attractive. She looked like she had a nice rack. Looked like a 30DD cup to me. Nice and large. "What can I do for ya’?" she replied, looking up. I quickly diverted my eyes, so as not to let her know I had been looking her over, but not quick enough, she saw me. "Em...I’m a Mr. James Reynolds, I believe I have a booking for an apartment here." She looked at me and then looked at the computer screen, typing in something. "And you said your name was Reynolds?" "Yes," I replied. "OK, James Reynolds... yep, we’ve got you here. Here’s your key, Room 101, just..." "Room 101? Isn’t that where they conduct all the torture?" I asked jokingly. "You’ve read 1984? My God. No one except me has read that book. What did you think of it?" she replied. "It was alright," I told her. "Bit depressing though." "I agree. Anyway, back to the point. It’s one floor up, on the left. Do you want me to show you?" "Yes," I said, hoping to get a nice view of her ass as we walked. She stood up and stepped out of her booth, another receptionist coming to take her place. "Oh," she said, turning to look at me. "Looks like my shift is over anyway." She turned and walked away from me as I picked up my luggage and followed her to the lift. She had an amazing ass. Tight cheeks, and it swayed rhythmically as she walked. She pressed the lift button and waited. Now I saw her standing up she was about 5’10". Quite tall. I was 6 foot, so she wasn’t much shorter. When the lift arrived she stepped in, and held the door open for me. I waited and the lift took us up one floor, before I stepped out and saw my room number. I walked towards it and waited as she opened it with the key. "Right, here you are Mr. Reynolds." "Thanks," I replied. "Ok, your mini-bar is over here, the pricing plan inside. I’ll just check... yep, they all seem to be in there. Your TV is over there, with 15 channels. 3 of them are pure sports, I’m sure you’ll be glad to know. The bedroom is through there, with a king-size bed, but quite what you’ll be doing on a bed that big is beyond me." I smiled at this and she turned to face me. "Well that’s the guided tour over and done with, I better get back to my post." "I thought you were off-duty," I asked. "Oh yes, you’re right. I forgot. Wait, can I just use your phone?" "Sure." "This is going to be quite a personal call, so, could you shut the front door, and maybe like, go into the bedroom, or bathroom or somewhere away?" "Fine. Just tell me when you’re going, then." "Sure. Right now what was that number again...?" I walked off into the bedroom with my luggage, and dumped the on the floor. I zipped open the largest and began to unpack it when suddenly I heard a sob from the other room. Intrigued I walked to the door and put my ear to it, trying to here what she was saying down the phone "What?" she practically screamed. "You’re breaking up with me? How could you?" I became increasingly intrigued with this conversation, it felt as if I was in a soap opera... "So I met up with Zack, so what? You dated Zoe, but she’s going out with Mike and he’s already engaged with Rosanne! I can’t believe this. Sure, I met with Freddie, but nothing came of it, but you, you and your despicable lies. Well I hope you and Samantha will be very happy!" And with that she slammed down the phone. I heard loud sobs coming from the living room, so I thought she might need some help. I slowly opened the bedroom door and saw her standing there, glasses on the table, crying her eyes out. "What happened?" I asked. She spun around and glared at me, before breaking down into tears again. "My boyfriend broke up with me," she replied. "I can’t believe it. We’d been dating for years. Turns out he met someone else. I’m not worth anything any more." "Oh, no that’s ridiculous," I said, trying to be comforting. "Who would have said that to you, huh? I bet even your apparent bastard of a boyfriend never said that." "Want to bet?" she managed to gasp out before breaking down again, turning away from me. I felt really sorry for this girl. I mean, she had a body to die for, but still some guy who she seemed to have really liked had found the courage to dump her. What an idiot. She could have won a Miss World competition! I walked up to her and put my arms around her, giving her a hug. "Now, now," I comforted. "There’s no reason to be upset. He obviously hasn’t got his head screwed on straight, the fucker." She laughed a tiny bit. "I mean, you’ve got the looks of a goddess, and you’re sweet as hell, so don’t go listening to what a nut case like him tells you." She looked up into my eyes and I carried on. "So, I want you to go out there, go home, and when the rains stopped I want you to go out into town, and find a boy you like. And I want you to make a relationship to last a lifetime when you meet the right guy. And no more meeting fucked up guys, and getting to attached to them OK?" "OK," she replied. Suddenly, she put her hands behind my head and pulled my face into hers, driving her tongue between my lips. Taken aback by the sudden passion of this I tried to break away, and she let go, aghast. "I’m...sorry...um...I...um...don’t know what...um...came over me," she stammered, crying. She tried to run from the room, but I grabbed her arm as she ran passed. "It’s OK," I whispered in her ear and immediately re-initiated the kiss. She responded with even more furious passion, her sadness seeming to have been swept away. I drove my tongue into her mouth and she wrapped her own around it, sucking on it. I was so hot. Here I was, kissing the most beautiful blonde ever. I reached around for the clip on her ponytail and undid it, tossing it across the room. Her long, golden hair cascaded around her shoulders. I stepped back, breaking the kiss and looked at her. God, she was beautiful. I grabbed her arm and led her into the bedroom, where I figured it would be more comfortable for what I wanted to do. When we arrived she clasped her hands behind my back and we continued to kiss, her large breasts pressing themselves against my chest. I couldn’t take the anticipation any more; I pushed her back and grabbed either side of her shirt, ripping it open. Some buttons flew through the air in millions of directions. She was wearing a black, lace bra that was confining her wonderful melons. I pushed her back on to the bed and climbed on top of her. Her tears had disappeared and she giggled as I swept her flowing hair out of the way and unclipped her bra. I removed it agonisingly slowly, and her large breasts spilled out into my hands. I grabbed them and fingered the nipples. She moaned and I began to lick the top of the right nipple. She seemed to like this a lot, so I switched to the left nipple. I was switching nipples for at least 5 minutes and she didn’t seem to get bored in the least. Eventually I decided I had at least made her feel better, it was my reward now. I spun round so that she was on top of me, and she immediately crawled down, unbuckling my belt and pulling down my trousers. She pulled off my boxers, revealing my 8-inch cock. She stroked it slightly and pulled off her executive skirt, leaving just her panties left. These were quickly removed. Soon we were both completely naked. I felt so much lust for this stranger and I picked her up and practically dropped her on my member. She didn’t mind, and she gasped as her pussy engulfed my huge member. She began to bounce up and down on my crotch as she began to scream. I grabbed her breasts and began to squeeze them, thumbing her nipples. Her bouncing began harder and her screaming louder as she neared orgasm, her climax building. Her arms began to flail wildly as I started to thrust my hips in rhythm with her bounces. My thumbs continued their assault on her nipples and she screamed louder and louder. Suddenly, her hands came around, grabbing my ass and pulling me deep into her, she shuddered, screamed as if someone was murdering her and a look of pleasure came over her face. I grunted as I shot my fluids deep inside of her and she flooded out all over me. I let go of her breasts and she collapsed on top of me, rolling over and I just about pulled out of her before falling asleep through sheer exhaustion. In the morning I awoke and saw no sign of her. I climbed off the bed and entered my bathroom. I turned on the shower and climbed in. About 5 minutes later I heard the bathroom door. I turned, it was her! She hadn’t gone, and she was wearing just a robe, showing her cleaving magnificently. My hard-on returned immediately. She smiled at me and pulled the string on her robe, letting it drop to the floor. She climbed in the shower with me and knelt down, engulfing my cock with her mouth. I groaned as the water beat down on us and she sucked the tip. After a few minutes I felt the cum rising and I shot my load right down her throat. She stood and climbed out of the shower, not even expecting anything in return. But I wasn’t going to let her get away that quickly. I ran out of the shower, pulling her by the arm and threw her on the bed, and immediately shoved my fingers in her pussy. She arched her back and screamed. Damn, she’s so loud! I thought. I fingered her with all my strength and stuck my tongue out, and began to lick her clit with it. She screamed more and eventually came all over the bed. She climbed up afterwards and got dressed. I got a hard-on again as she put on her bra, but she tutted me and said I would have to wait until the evening, after she was off her shift again. She gave me her phone number and left, but not after I had groped her right breast. She kissed me deeply and left. Wow, this was going to be the best holiday ever... Florida Fun It was a rainy Friday when I woke up with a stretch and a yawn, and began thinking about the day. I had taken this day off from work, a 3-day weekend actually, to go see my older brother up in Jacksonville, FL. I worked in Tampa, FL, doing sales for a company that trained executives. My brother Jon is a financial planner for a major corporation. It was easy to get the day off, as my corporate benefits were indeed plentiful and nice. I packed some light stuff into the back seat of my sports-car, and headed up the high-way to Jacksonville. It was a mellow 4 hour drive, supplanted by a few hits off a little wooden pipe I kept for just such occasions. Filled with high-grade hydroponic marijuana, it made the drive more tolerable etc. I got to Jacksonville, met my brother at his new condo. It was nice, pretty, luxurious and new. We made plans to go out later and he took off for an appointment. I headed down to the pool, to take advantage of the sunshine in Jacksonville, and begin the principal activities of my vacation, relaxation, sleep, and peace and quiet. Laying out by the pool, in my swim trunks I swam in the warm beads of the sun and contemplated myself. I’m an average guy, 6 ft or so, little heavy in the middle. Women seem to fine me attractive, they love my dark blue eyes, easy demeanor, and my gentlemanly ways. To this end they find me a "nice guy." What they don’t often realize, is that I have a dark side, on I keep hidden from most. I’m intense, and like to think I’m quite intelligent. This gives me the ability to make people smile, when I want to. I was packing up my towel and t-shirt to leave when I heard a noise, off to the side. It had come from the door of the gym facility being opened. I turned my head in time to catch a sight that immediately elevated my blood pressure several dozen b.p.m. It was a blonde- haired beauty, mid-to-late twenties, unbelievably soulful eyes, golden hair, with a walk like an exotic animal as she traversed the pools length. She was fresh from working out, covered with a fine sheen of sweat, and wearing a tight sports/bra work-out outfit in various shades of blue, white, and gray. A small brand new pair of Nikes, color co-coordinated to the rest of her outfit, surrounded her small, doe-like feet in supple leather. She walks by me with a slight nod and smile, which I returned. I watched her disappear behind the walk-way and bushes, to some hidden condominium. I waited for a few moments to calm down, then walked back to my brothers condominium. Quizzing him later that night, he said he had saw the blond-haired beauty around, but did not know her or her or name. Well that wasn’t good enough for me. Later that night I went to the mailboxes, and read the 4 in her building. Two were men’s name, ones was a foreign name, and the third said Michelle ******. I noted her’s said apartment B on the bottom floor and went back to my brothers for dinner and a movie out. It was about 10:30 the next evening. I had on shorts and a t, my standard outfit. I told my brother I was going out for a long walk, and quietly left his condo. The air was thick and steamy. Clouds of humidity clung to my face and arms, covering my skin with a fine sheen. Instead of heading over to the parking lot, I went in the other direction, towards the other buildings. Where I had seen her walk earlier. I felt my pulse quicken in anticipation. I turned the corner into her hallway, and looked around. No one, quiet as a library. Perfect. I sucked in a humid breath and walked over to her door. Michelle &^%% it had said on the mailbox. I knocked harshly twice. I waited for what seemed to be 30-40 seconds, my mind racing as I decided to stay or make a quick exit. Then I heard it. A sweet, sexy voice saying "Who is there?" I answered in my most trust-worthy voice, "It is me, Jamie, your neighbor. I have a question for you." I heard her unlatch the door, and open it, and that was it. I stuck my foot inside the door jam, and kicked the door fully open. Michelle gasped a little bit and took a quick step backward. I quickly stepped into the condo and turned and shut the door. "What are you doing? ‘ she asked, with a trembling voice. I looked her dead in the eye and replied "Oh, sorry to startle you like that." And I gave her a deep, intense look as she backed up again yet further. "I saw you at the pool, earlier. And I don’t quite know what is happening to me. When I first saw you come out of that room, a feeling rushed over me so intensely it flowed from my head down to the balls of my feet and my toes. I never saw anything I wanted so badly in all my life. I had to act." Michelle took all this in with a stunned and scared look. She knew her best bet at this point was to remain calm, and see what developed. Being an intelligent girl, she didn’t want to provoke this stranger who had her cornered in her own living room. He began talking again in his deep, melodic voice, and she began to listen again: " Do not be afraid of me, Michelle. I have never done anything like this in my life." He began to move closer towards her. She backed up against the couch in her living room. At this point, he had begun to take stock of her, her clothing. He was looking her up and down, moving closer. His eyes seemed to fixate on hers. She was wearing a cute, one piece blue pajama/parka type Calvin Klein robe. I spoke to her again. " Tell me to leave if I am scaring you, and I will go... If not..." And with that he dropped to his knees in front of her, and began to raise his hand. Michelle was suddenly overcome with fright and terror, and briefly considered screaming and or running. Her heart thumped every second with a hot pounding and ringing in her ears. She was frozen I slowly ran my hands down her shapely legs, with a series of firm caress’s... I couldn’t believe how damn sexy she was. Her longs were long and shapely, I wanted to lick them up and down, and I thought that seemed like a damn fine idea. But that would have to wait. I noticed she was still wearing her workout gear. That would have to come off for my next part of the plan. Michelle was still in a state of mild shock, and gently capitulated as I led down the hallway to what I assumed was the bathroom. I spoke to her softly, gently reassuring her that everything was going to be ok. I slowly guided her down the hall, pressing myself against her from behind, and burying my face in her hair, behind her ear. I was at the point literally drinking in her scent . Oh my god she smelled so good. A light odor of sweat, mixed with her natural scent, that oddly reminded me of peaches. At this point, I was almost ready to orgasm with my clothes still on. My average sized member was turgid, swollen, and firmly pressed up and out against my shorts, and it was all I could do, inhaling more of her scent, touching her about the arms as we slowly moved toward the bedroom, to not make a mess in my shorts. We got to the master bedroom of her unit, and I steered her towards the shower. "First I want to clean you up" I told her. She hesitated and let out a soft "OK" and I stripped off the rest of hers, and my clothing. I got the water running nice and hot, eased her over the tub, and followed her into the shower. There we faced each other, with hot water and steam filling up the shower. She looked like an angel, with wet hair cascading down her face. Her nipples were quite erect, and pushed outward and upward towards me. I could see her trembling a little, as we looked at each other. My penis jutted upward and out as well, and I could feel sticky drops of pre-cum oozing out at the tip. I grabbed her soap bar, and began to soap her taunt body down. I could barely contain myself, this was unbelievable, I had a wonderful silky lather worked up all along her shoulders, and was moving toward her breasts. I started to sop them up, working my hands and the soap across them, lightly pinching the erect nipples between my fingers, hearing her moan with pleasure. I than put the soap down for a second, and devoted both of my hands to kneading her breasts. I worked them over, and was rewarded with another gasp. I could no longer contain myself at that point, and I began to greedily suck on first the left one, and than the right nipple. I rolled, licked, and lightly bit and sucked them like a man possessed, which is exactly what I was. Possessed by this beautiful creature who had me doing things I had only fantasized about. I stopped sucking for a moment, and quickly soaped myself down, to clean up. I rinsed off and than refocused my attention on Michelle. I turned her around, to face the spray. This way the hot water was hitting her right on her chest, and running straight down her body to her groin, and than down her legs. My reason for this was threefold, one, I wanted her to wash off all the suds, two I wanted the hot water to hit her breasts and vagina, and three, to allow me access to her backside. I began to roughly exfoliate her back and neck. I used the soap and my hands to rub circles all the way down her spine. Judging by the way she grabbed the shower rod for support and moaned, I assumed she was enjoying this. I worked my way down, stopping at her shapely rear end. I started using both hands to grasp and rub her butt. I pulled on it, I pushed it, I manipulated her glute like it was made of play dough...Her constant moans told me she was loving every second of it. I decided it was time to turn up the heat. I lowered the soap to the crack between her two beautiful cheeks, and than proceeded to soap up her butt, and even lower. She moaned even louder as I pushed the soap up against her tiny, puckered anus, and than under her crotch to her vagina. I slowly started to rub her there with one hand, while still manipulating and pushing the soap bar up and down her butt crack with the other. She was getting into it quite nicely, so I decided to up her pleasure intake. I started to rub and squeeze her vagina with my fingers. I deftly located her clitoris, and started to pinch it lightly between my fingers. She gasped at that, one hand feverishly working her clitoris and vagina, the other rubbing her and caressing her butt crack and anus. Her vagina was so wet at this point, from the soap, water, and her juices, that my finger was sliding in and out of her tight hole with virtually zero friction. She was grinding against my hands from both angles, impaling herself. At that point, I could no longer take it. Even though she had not even touched my penis once, I started to orgasm. My penis pulsed and spasmed, and I started to shoot a large amount of semen against her shower wall. Some of it hit the back of her legs, but she didn’t seem to notice. She was to involved with her own pleasure. My hands were rubbing her butt and her vagina, when I stopped for a moment, and let out a large sigh. She gave a half moan, and turned around, with a look in her eye that said why did I stop? I turned the water off, and indicated we should step out of the shower. We stood in her bathroom, me toweling us both off. I rubbed the rough cotton towel all over her body, gently dabbing at her sensitive parts so as to continue her arousal, but not rough enough to irritate her. We than migrated to the bedroom. She gave me a look that said she had some trepidation, but I just grabbed her and stuck my tongue down her throat. At this point, I was incapable of control. This erotic goddess has pushed me to a place I had never been. She greedily sucked on my tongue, and we engaged in a round of tonsil tickling. I eased her down onto her bed, on her back. And stood over her. " I want to pour milk all over you and make you a part of my complete breakfast" I quipped. She just looked at me, and said one word, "NOW." Not a question, an order. I appraised the banquet in front of me, and lustily licked my lips. My feast was about to begin. I climbed on to the bed, in a sort of missionary-like position. I began to kiss her deeply, on the mouth, Our tongues intertwined, and I sucked hers greedily into my mouth. After a few tongue lashes, I pulled away from her, and proceeded to head south. I tasted her neck, sampled her upper chest, and than moved on to her heaving bosom. Although I had spent some time there lapping at her areola previously ( and her nipples were still quite hard and an angry red from my efforts) I wanted another taste. I put the first one in my mouth, and just did not want to let go. I sucked and chewed on her sensitive nipple until she was literally thrashing on the bed beneath me. I wanted to make her orgasm from this alone, but I was not sure if it would happen. I moved to the other nipple, and began sucking on that one like a child on a mission. She was emitting a series of sighs and grunts, but I realized I could not send her over the edge on this alone. I looked down, at her neatly trimmed vagina. Her lips were puffy and engorged from my ministrations. Below that, lay my true prize. Slowly oozing out of soaking wet vagina was a trail of honey colored love juice. That was slowly dripping towards the bed. With an animal-like cry, I jumped down between her legs. I began to lick her. Starting at the sides of her thighs, and working my way inwards. First the left side, than the right. She started to quake as I moved towards the center of her sex. Finally, I was there. I started to lap at her vagina and clitoris. She responded by becoming even more wet and excited. I began to lick up her vaginas juices. A sweeter nectar had never been tasted by me. I was trying to swallow it at the rate it was coming, but now my face was slick with her juices. I began to suck her clitoris, literally suck it into my mouth and rub it with my tongue. At this point, she could no longer resist. My tongue was plunging stiffly into her vagina, with hands wrapped tightly in my hair. She began to buck and moan, and the juices were flowing right out of her, soaking my face, hair, the bed, everything. She made a guttural cry, bucked her hips up into the air, and at this point climaxed. I am sure the fact that I was still sucking on her clit (almost like a little penis) forced her over the edge. She made, oddly enough, no sound at that point. After a few moments, she seemed to recover, and looked up at with an odd smile. My own need to be pleasured by this minx than took over. I slipped up, between her thighs, and planted a big kiss on her mouth. She responded by kissing me back, hard. It really turned me on at this point to think that she was tasting her own delightful taste off my lips. My penis, already rock hard, started to ooze pre-cum once again, I was so turned on. I dipped my hips a little bit, and rubbed the head of my penis on her soaked vagina. I pushed it against her clitoris, rubbed it down, and than slowly entered her. She was so hot, so wet, so tight, I almost came right there. I slowly pumped her up, inserting a little more of my penis with each stroke, until I was buried in her all the way. I bit down on her neck, and started to pump in earnest. In, Out, In, Out, I was going quite fast, and the sucking motion her vagina was providing sent me over the edge. Once, twice, three more pumps, and I erupted. I could feel the semen rush to the end of my penis like a rocket. 1, 2, 3, 4, spasms, and I filled my forced lovers vagina with thick ropes of my sperm. I twitched my penis voluntarily once or twice (muscle control that I have, hey every trick helps) to rub against her G-spot, and felt her contract her muscles as well. I felt my penis convulse one last time, and the last of my sperm was shot up into her willing womb. At that point, we offered each other a brief smile, and collapsed on top of her. Sudden sleep overtook both of us. I woke up in her bed, sometime long after nightfall. Would my brother miss me? No, he knows I can take care of myself, no worries. I personally felt ecstatic. Why wouldn’t I? It was the best lovemaking session I ever had, with a beautiful vision of a woman. Speaking of Michelle, she was now eyeing me lustily, again. I asked her how she was feeling, and she responded with "Wonderful." I smiled at her, and asked her if she trusted me now. After all trust is earned right? She laughed and said she trusted me completely... With that she turned on her stomach, and let out a loud yawn. I took one look at her smooth ass cheeks, and felt myself growing erect again. I started to kiss and chew on one of her butt cheeks. She squealed a little and I kept at it. I was licking her everywhere, lower back, buttocks, top of her ass crack. She shivered when I licked her there, so I kept going. Now, I have never had my face this close to someone’s rear end before, but this was not someone. This was a beautiful angel I had spent almost 30 years dreaming about meeting someday. All doubts would have to be cast aside. I started to move my tongue lower, thinking, what the heck, I sopped her butt down earlier, its quite clean. The next thing I knew, I was staring at her tiny, puckered little butt hole. I started to lick at it, around it. Michelle started moaning again, like before. Trembling, moaning, begging me for more it seemed. What the hell! I had never done it before, but I pushed my tongue in close to her anus. Her pungent smell was not horrible at all, it was earthy and had a tinge of fresh soap smell to it. I than proceeded to stick my stiffened tongue INTO her ass. It was such an erotic act we both started gyrating against each other. I was conscious enough to move my right hand up underneath her vagina, and began to strum her engorged clitoris again. She sucked her breath in as I manipulated her sex, while tongue fucking her tight, sweet ass. She was in heaven. I than needed to move around a little bit, so I got on my knees. I replaced my tongue with my little finger on one hand, and lightly fingered her anus. With my other hand, I inserted my middle finger into her hot, steamy vagina. I than had her rocking back and forth. Down stroke up her vagina with my middle finger, upstroke on my little finger buried in her ass. She uttered a high pitched wail and than proceeded to orgasm on my hand like a geyser. Fluid was everywhere, covering my hands and the bed, We collapsed in each others arms and began to discuss coffee. The End. Names have been changed to protect the innocent. If you have a comment for me email me. Florida Fun Almost every year we travel to Florida during the winter months to visit relatives and escape the cold weather of the northern USA. During these visits we usually take the time to sneak away for a couple of days and head down to southern Florida and spend a couple of days in the sunshine. One of our favorite places to go is the South Beach of Miami as the beaches are full of people and the sight of so many women laying out topless in the sunshine makes it easy for T to slip off her top and not feel self conscious about having men walk by and look at her tits. We've also spent a few days up the coast a bit a Haulover Beach, which is a nude beach, but we prefer South Beach. This story is based on our visits to the Florida beaches. We handed over the keys to the valet so he could park the car and as we walked through the lobby to check into our hotel room T and I were excited about the time we were going to have where we would be able to soak up some sunshine and get away from the business of life. While we were checking in two couples walked into the lobby from the pool area and immediately started to look us over. T noticed that we were being checked out by them so she looked at them and then mentioned to me that we might be bothered by them as she knew them from before we were married. She and I were both hoping that they wouldn't remember who she was, but as luck would have it as soon as we got our keys they came over to us. Immediately I knew that they would be the kind of people I didn't want to hang around with as they were loud and arrogant in both their speech and actions. They quickly introduced themselves and made a huge show out of how happy they were to see us, even though they had never met me before. It turns out that T had gone to high school with 3 of the 4 but knew all of them. It also was evident that they hadn't seen her for at least 10-15 years as they didn't know me, and that we were married. After quite a lengthy time of listening to them go on and on about "old times" I finally cut them off and said we needed to get to our room. They practically begged us to meet later for drinks and without our consent a time was set to meet in the bar after dinner. When we got up to our room T explained that both of the couples had dated in high school and at one time the most boisterous couple, Bill and Betty, had been very popular and involved in sports and cheerleading. However, the potential for their future lives was hampered by the fact that she was pregnant before they got out of high school. The other couple, Tom and Linda, were from the neighborhood but only he went to the same school at T and the other couple. She also mentioned that they were mostly just "support staff" for Betty and Bill and did what they were told and always agreed with what the others were bragging about. T made me promise to be nice to them as she knows I have a low tolerance for people who are loud and obnoxious and in general act like asses. So with my promise of good behavior we sent off to meet them for drinks. We made it down to the bar just a few minutes late and I wasn't happy to see that Betty wasn't there yet. It was typical of someone who thinks they are the star of the show that they have to arrive late so every sees them and has to wait for them. It seemed like everyone else was used to operating on her schedule as they had already started drinking. About 15 minutes later we were "graced" by Betty's grand entrance. She had gone all out and was dressed like she was going out to a very fancy dinner, and not just drinks in the hotel lobby bar. It seemed that they were all used to that as well as the other three made a big deal out of her appearance and presence. I should describe Betty here as she's one of those women that always says she's got a set of 38DD breasts and her husband would always describe her that way (and perhaps even write about her on Literotica that way?). However, what they always fail to let you know is that if her tits were indeed 38DD her stomach was about a 38D or even DD. Her tits and her stomach looked like they were in a race to the finish line and it would be a photo finish to see which won. I played nice for the next hour or so and they talked about old times, mostly how popular they had been, and also about how difficult life was now. A couple of times they made reference to "how tight the money is" and as we began to close the conversation and move to dinner (alone) they mentioned how expensive the hotel was and told me which room they were all staying in. A "2 queen bed" room that looked out over the street. Until then I had not entered into the conversation but simply watched as they devoured bowl after bowl of bar snacks and pounded down one beer after another (using buy one get one coupons). Finally after they'd pressured T several times about where we were staying I told them which floor and that we had a nice suite over looking the ocean. I think it finally dawned on them that I didn't enjoy their verbal games and that it was also likely that I made more money that both of them put together. T and I adjourned to the dining room for our meal and we were glad that they didn't follow us to eat as, according to them, "who can afford to eat here?" Once again T apologized for getting me involved in the drama but at the same time she told me it was nice to be the person who had come out on top this time. She told me that they'd always looked down on her, and most everyone else, and that it was good to see that their lives weren't all that spectacular. Based on what we'd heard them talk about we figured that we only had one more day where we might run into them but the chances of that were slim since they had already made plans for the next day. After a wonderful dinner we enjoyed sitting out on the balcony as we drank our bottle of wine and watched the business of the beach close down as it was now nighttime. We sat in the semi darkness of our balcony and watched as the band set up by the swimming pool and people started to move towards the band. As the activity below was starting to heat up so was our activity on the balcony. By the time the band was playing the first song I had removed T's shirt and bra and tossed them into the room. By the third song she was totally naked and laying back in my arms as I stroked her shaved pussy and pulled on her nipples. We sat like that for some more time as I enjoyed T's naked body and she enjoyed the night breeze blowing on her skin. It wasn't long before she grabbed my hand and held on tight as she squeezed my fingers with her thighs and pussy. T soon relaxed and turning over asked what would I like, even though she already knew the answer. Just a slight push down on her shoulder and she slid down the lounger and started to lick on my cock. As the band played below us I was treated to the lovely sight of my naked wife kissing, licking and sucking on my cock. Since we were more or less out in the open anyone that would have been looking up would have known what was happening. I don't know if we had any watchers that night but what I do know was that it was an excellent blow job! The next day we were pleased to not see T's former classmates at breakfast and we soon forgot about them as we made ready to go lay out on the beach. T was wearing her very tiny pink "micro bikini" underneath her cover-up as we both knew that the purpose for being in south beach was to get as naked as possible on the beach. We found a nice double lounger and without any thought T untied her top and set it aside. It wasn't really warm, but just enough that you felt comfortable and didn't need to get into the ocean to cool off. Actually the ocean was cold but most of the tourists were swimming in it anyway. After we'd spent an hour or more in the sun we got up and made our way to the beach bar for a couple of beers. Since we were walking around T had put her top back on so she didn't feel too exposed and wrapped her cover-up around her waist. Just as we made it back to our lounger we were surprised! Up came Bill and Tom to say hello. They explained that they had left their wives as they were tired of carrying around shopping bags and with a chuckle they also said what they were really trying to do was get out on the beach for some sightseeing. Evidently their wives hadn't allowed them to spend time on the beach once they saw that there were so many women sun tanning topless. Of course that was the only reason Bill and Tom were on the beach since neither one of them had any tan at all. They were both so white that they almost looked blue as you could see the blood veins through their white skin. The also had a few spots that were starting to turn a very bright shade of pink from the sun, that would soon turn red and keep them up most of the night I figured. They made several remarks about how great it was to be "free on the beach" and also expressed dismay that their wives wouldn't do such a thing, after all Betty had 38DD's! Also, that their wives didn't even want them to be looking at naked breasts on the beach so that's why they had to sneak away. During this whole time neither Bill nor Tom had been able to keep their eyes off of T's body for very long. Although she still had on her swimsuit top it didn't' cover very much and would often slide side to side a bit as she moved and it would give them a glance of the edge of her nipple and the side of her breast. Bill also kept looking down at T's stomach, perhaps intrigued that not all women have stomachs that stick out past their tits? It was soon evident to both T and I that they were hoping to see more and even though her swimsuit top was small, and only one think layer of cloth it did a pretty good job of covering her up. What they didn't know was that her bottom was just a little string thong and if she had been laying on the lounger they would have easily been able to the outlines of her shaved pussy. I'd had enough of listening to them ramble on and as we stood next to our lounger so I slowly slid my hand up T's back and reached the point where her top was tied in a bow in the middle of her back. As I pulled the string a bit I could feel T tense the muscles in her back and then eventually relax as she looked over at me and smiled. She knew then what I had planned. I slowly pulled the end of the tie and soon her top was loose in the back. Even though her top was untied in the back it was still tied around her neck and since she was very careful how she moved it wasn't obvious that she would soon be exposed. I rubbed my hand up and down her back several times as she relaxed and we listened to Bill drone on and on. Finally my hand slid up her back and rested at the base of her neck for a few moments before I grabbed the tie between my thumb and finger and slowly pulled the knot loose. It seemed like Bill wouldn't notice as he was so caught up in talking about himself, but Tom was aware of what was happening and watched closely. Once the knot came loose T's bikini top slipped down and as she moved her hands it fell completely away and she tossed it onto the lounger. Bill FINALLY shut up and stood there with his mouth open as he was caught in the middle of a sentence. Tom started to reach for a camera and I simply told him "don't even think about it" and he put it back in his pocket. Bill looked like he wanted to try and get something out of his "fanny pack" but then he thought better of it. We had finally found a way to keep them both quiet! Bill hadn't said one more word since T's top had come off and only just stared. Both Bill and Tom were transfixed and stood silent at the sight of T's 34b's being out in the sunshine. They actually seemed to squirm and be uncomfortable at the sight of a woman's naked tits. T then moved over to the lounger and dropped her cover up next to her as she crawled over to her spot on the other side of where we were standing. This gave all three of us a nice view of her bare ass with just the tiny pink string running up between her cheeks and joining another string that went around her waist. Of course this also gave us a nice shot of her tits hanging down and wobbling side to side as she crawled on hands and knees over to her spot. She also treated us to a rear view of her ass and shaved pussy which by now her swimsuit bottom had managed slide between her outer pussy lips and expose pretty much everything. T settled into her place on the double lounger and was slightly sitting up as she moved into place giving them a good view of her naked tits and her tiny bikini bottoms pressed tightly into the folds of her shaved pussy. She slowly arched her back and pulled the bikini bottoms loose giving us all a quick view of her naked pussy before she settled back down. Since she was now on the lounger her face was at crotch level and it was obvious to her as she looked back and forth at Bill and Tom that she had made a very good impression on them as they both had visible tents in their swimsuits. After a couple more moments I moved them aside and sat next to T on the double lounger. Tom and Bill weren't quite sure what to do next but I finally asked Bill if the DD's of his wife Betty were as good as looking a T's 34 B's bared for anyone to see in the sunshine. He was still at a loss for words, but Tom did give T several compliments and even expressed his surprise that he never knew that T was such a "hot woman" and into these type of things. Bill started to find his voice but I was about done listening to them ramble on so I told them to go away and leave us alone, which they did. About an hour or so later I did notice Bill on the beach one more time and he seemed to be looking for someone, T I suppose? But we had already moved from the place we had occupied. It looked like he had his camera ready and was hoping to sneak up on T and get a couple of photos of her tits to show the people back home. What a poor excuse of a man he was. We got a good laugh out of that and enjoyed the rest of our stay on South Beach in Miami.