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Holiday Memories

By: Bray123



The Greek sun beat down on the Mediterranean shore as I cast my eyes along the beach. The temperature had passed 40 degrees Centigrade and the place was a furnace. There was no wind to speak of and many people who had ventured from the hotel shade were seeking refuge from the heat in the sea. It was a small resort with just a small number of hotels and restaurants, no fantastic night-life to attract hordes of youngsters but just fine for me. This was the height of the summer season, the folks on holiday were a mixture of families, young couples and even a few pensioners. Most of the women were of course topless, a minority kept their tops on - like anyone cared about their modesty.

My wife was a fully signed up member of the minority and declined my efforts to reveal herself, keeping all of her bikini on at all times. This had been the subject of many a discussion between us over the years - why she always denied me an eyeful I could never work out. 'Bugger everyone else, give me a flash', I'd say. We were both recently turned thirty years of age, in my opinion past childish modesty and fast approaching that time of life where people should cease to care what others think of them on the beach.

However, to no avail, Sue was steadfastly shy of allowing anyone to see her uncovered. This was completely in character; years previously when we had started seeing each other it had had been several weeks before even I had been permitted to view her chest. She was quite embarrassed by her tiny proportions and more than once I caught her looking over the classified advertisements in the back pages of women's magazines where the cosmetic surgeons showed images of plastic ladies with smiles as fake as their man-made extras.

However I loved her pert nipples on those miniature, gentle soft swells of flesh set high on her rib-cage, which likely would never suffer the depressing effects of gravity. Those firm nubs would become erect at the slightest stimulation though and I'd often joke that she should be careful where she pointed them or she'd have my eyes out.

Sue really didn't believe that I was fond of her tiny tits and trim waist, together with those narrow hips and slim legs long enough to give her a slender, statuesque silhouette. So she kept her almost flat, empty bikini top firmly in place, whilst all around her women who really did need to cover themselves flaunted their massive rolls of floppy flesh with huge saucers of areolae. Some of them lay with their lumps of blubber falling sideways into their armpits, then strolling unashamed with their slack bellies hanging over their bikini bottoms, bulbous breasts drooping down to their navels.

There was some worthwhile eye candy passing however and little to prevent me from taking peeks at it. A constant line of holidaymakers were strolling in the shallows, right along the length of the beach. Many of the topless ladies were well worth taking a second look at and some were clearly basking in the sly glances from men. Sometimes you could see them breathing in to emphasise their breasts when they realised they were being watched. Now and then I'd see one take a cooling dip and then squeeze the water out of her hair, arms raised to improve the angle of dangle.

Sue read a novel as we rested in the shade of rented parasols, in a comfortable silence like many married couples. I was also reading a cheap thriller but taking the opportunity to cast periodic looks around, always on the look-out for a perfect pair of protuberances; headlights well above the horizon. Many of the men strolling past kept an endlessly steady gaze to the landward, as if intrigued by the hills and forestry in the distance. Not peeking at the sunbathing ladies, of course.

I watched a man walk past me towards the water's edge with stomach sucked in in a vain attempt to defy years of dedicated beer consumption but any illusion failed as he started hopping and running across the burning sand. When he reached the cool water he realised that his belly had collapsed and tried in vain to suck it back in over the top of his shorts.

In the distance I recognised a family group who were staying at the same hotel as ourselves. I idly watched as the man played with their daughter, a girl aged about three. They were trying to build a sandcastle but the sand refused to stay in the same shape. They resorted to digging a simple moat around a soggy sand hillock allowing the sea to fill the ditch. The wife looked on bored, modestly wearing an expensive looking pale blue one-piece bathing suit. 

As it was the Mediterranean, there was little tide and no waves worthy of the name - just ripples lapping on the shore and relentlessly dissolving the miserable sandcastle.

The woman was the type that I'd describe as high-maintenance. Even on the beach she wore make-up and had her short hair tightly pinned back with a strange little feather woven in. She looked very elegant but out of place amongst the informality of a Greek island beach. When I had seen her previously in the hotel she was always immaculately presented with manicured nails and expensive looking clothes. She was about 30 years old, quite slim and to tell the truth strikingly good looking - if not classically pretty. She had a distinctive walk; a swaying strut with her head held high and shoulders back, hips and butt swivelling provocatively. Not afraid to show her cleavage, she usually wore slinky little dresses showing acres of back and shoulders. 

As her glance wandered in my direction I returned to my book.

* * *

After a while I noticed that the mother and daughter had vanished; the husband remained alone, sitting with his legs being washed by the lapping sea. I idly checked out the parade of paddlers and eventually spotted the pair as tiny specks in the distance, right at the far end of the beach where the low cliff met the sea. They remained there for about an hour or so before returning, damp after a swim. 

* * *

The next day my wife and I picked a spot at the end of the beach. We set down the towels and supplies for the day and sat down. The low cliff in that area was not actually made of rock but of a hard clay which was being eroded by the sea, causing chunks to fall onto the beach. 

After a couple of hours of people-watching I saw the lady with the feather in her hair, with her daughter coming towards us. They didn't seem to recognise us but sat down amongst the fallen bits of clay. 

The girl started playing in the shallows and her mother picked up some mud, wet from a pool. Intrigued, I watched as she squidged the substance between her fingers into a smooth paste which she then applied as a face-pack on them both, as if they were in a beauticians parlour. 

She continued to smear it all over the exposed skin of the child. After the child was covered on her face, legs, arms and body, she lay down in the sun. 

I saw the lady spread the grey cream over her own limbs. Trying to pretend to read my book, I watched out of the corners of my eyes as she swiftly peeled down her swim-suit to her waist and spread the mud over her belly and then over her breasts, which lifted and fell gently with a bounce as her hands moved hypnotically. 

She was not what I'd call busty, and with her suit pulled down she had small perky boobs with brown nipples which were still pointing upwards, probably a B cup, I guessed. A bit more than my wife who has just a mouthful on each side and wears a 34AA bra. The woman was possibly a B cup, I thought. With some contorting, she also managed to smear herself on her back. I was briefly reminded of an Amazonian tree frog covering itself with its own poison. A very attractive and sexy frog with muddy breasts.

Both then lay down on a dry flat area, letting the relentlessly hot sun bake down on them. When the clay was hard and crumbling and nearly white in colour once more, the two got up and walked into the sea, letting it wash away in swirls of murky water. They then came back out onto the sand and the mother pulled her swimsuit back up. They then walked back along the beach. 

After a lengthy wait to allow my erection to subside, I was able to turn over onto my back. My attention well and truly caught, the next day I kept a keen eye out for the family group.

When I spotted them, they were sitting together on the beach a short distance away from our spot back in the centre of the beach. The lady was wearing a different swimsuit, with a pale asymmetrical design in a thin material which looked as if it had been specially made for her. The costume showed the swell of her breasts and the distinct outline of her nipples poking through. She had a clip of beads in her hair replacing the feather and a matching necklace hanging low in her cleavage. 

After a short while however the father rose and took the child away in the direction of the hotel. 

The mother sat alone on her towel before lowering the top of her swimsuit, carefully this time. She tightly rolled the material down all the way to her hips and pulled the sides up high with the rear tucked between her buttocks, converting her all-in-one costume into a thong bikini bottom. 

She sat still for a while, then she rose and walked quickly across the burning sand to the water's edge, carrying a small purse which she then fastened to her rolled swimsuit at the side of her hip. She walked out until she was thigh-deep and then without a flinch against the shock of the cool water, made a smooth dive which raised her exposed bum in the air. She disappeared with barely a ripple, surfacing some distance away and starting an easy front crawl stroke.

She swam swiftly away around the edge of the cliff and out of my sight. I stayed watching out for an hour or so but eventually gave up and returned to reading my book.

A long time later I suddenly became aware of her sitting back on her towel. She still had her swimsuit rolled down into the thong and she was leaning back on her arms with her tanned breasts jutting upwards, drying in the sun. Then she looked in my direction and our eyes met. I quickly tried to look away but it was too late, she had seen me staring at her. To my horror she then climbed up to her feet and started to walk towards me.

Breasts and necklace swinging gently, swimsuit tightly fitted against her pubic mound, she came across the space between us and knelt down with her knees wide apart on the sand next to me and my wife. Boy, was I in trouble, I thought. Caught leering at a topless woman on the beach - and she was about to confront me and my wife. Please someone, spirit me out of here now!

"Hello, I thought I saw you here," she said.

* * *

I was frozen with fear and unable to speak as she steadied herself and settled, her dark brown nipples and smooth coffee coloured breasts just inches from my face, the slight roundness of her tanned belly framed by the rolled swimsuit as it curved over her hips. "Aren't you staying at our hotel, I've seen you at breakfast".

Sue replied first "Oh yes, you have a daughter, don't you". 

To my eternal amazement the two women then started to have a completely banal conversation about the hotel, best local restaurants, what their husbands did for a living, where they lived and a thousand other things completely beyond my interest - all the time with those lovely brown nipples staring me in the face. 

It turned out that her name was Fiona, her husband was a salesman for a paint company and I can't remember anything because her nipples were staring at me, her knees were apart and Oh-My-God I could see the crease of a camel-toe through the thin material. I heard something about her mentioning that their daughter wanted to play in the hotel pool with the other children but afterwards it was like trying to remember the questions at a job interview.

After several minutes of this, Fiona asked if we had tried swimming around the cliff to the coast around the corner; apparently it was something she regularly did and it was much quieter and more peaceful there. My wife replied that she was not a good swimmer, which is true. She's able to float and propel herself around for short distances but anything out of her depth makes her very nervous. 

I found my voice and said lamely that I generally kept my wife company so I hadn't tried it. After I managed to collect myself a bit and tried to make a few contributions to the conversation even with a wisecrack or two. Eventually Fiona jumped up making her bits bounce in all the right ways and returned to her towel leaving me in a state of shock. 

Sue commented that Fiona seemed 'nice'.

I replied that it was a 'bit disconcerting' having a conversation with a stranger wearing so little. She agreed.

* * *

The next day Fiona called out and waved to us at the beach. This time she was wearing a bright orange, close fitting halter neck bikini with a thong bottom - designed that way on this occasion. Sue wandered over to her and they chatted, playing with the girl and together they attempted to build more sand castles for a while before returning and stretching out in the shade under our parasol.

Shortly after she fell asleep, then Fiona's husband took their daughter back to the hotel pool, where a kiddies play club held regular gatherings. Fiona nonchalantly removed the bikini top and relaxed alone in the sun.

Just as I started to cast my eyes around to the daily beach parade, Fiona stood and with her usual grace fastened her purse to the side of her thong and walked topless across the sand. Her brown shoulders without any tan-lines showed off her trim waist and flawless firm bottom as she stepped into the sea. Again, her almost bare ass rose in the air as she slid beneath the waves and then she swam away out of sight. 

Her bikini top was left abandoned with her towel on the beach.

I sat transfixed for a few minutes as Sue snoozed. 

I looked out to sea but there was no sign of Fiona and eventually I returned to my book. Then a while later she was back, wearing the bikini again and packing up to finish for the day.

* * *

The next day there was a similar pattern. We exchanged pleasantries on the beach, played a game of catch-ball with the daughter who was then back to the hotel by the husband. Fiona then swam topless again across the bay.

After a couple of minutes just before Fiona disappeared from sight, I gave Sue a nudge and told her that I was going for a dip. Sue muttered acknowledgement and settled down again to snooze. I walked across the hot sand, burning my feet until I felt the welcome coolness of the sea water. The shock steadied me for a minute before I braced myself to wet my shoulders and started swimming out to deep water. I like being alone in the sea and eventually I could see somewhat around the point where the cliff met the beach. All I could make out however was a line of endless rocks with no-one visible.

I carried on, slowly swimming until I was out of sight of the beach. The rocks at the water's edge did not seem very hospitable for there was little beyond them except the hill with a thin thorny scrub not even good enough for goats to survive on. However I persevered and then glimpsed a concealed gap allowing access to the land. Passing through, I found some flat rocks concealed from the world, where I found Fiona sitting alone.

She was oiling herself on the legs with sun cream which she had apparently carried in her purse which now lay open beside her. I now realised its function - she had little use for money or keys after all. She glanced towards me and beckoned me across. "Hi, could you help me with this?" 

She was completely unfazed at seeing me approach but I was caught fair and square stalking her without any excuses and nowhere to run, so helplessly I climbed out of the water.

I was expecting accusations of voyeurism, but she bent forwards for me to spread the cream across her back, her breasts hanging down freely. I complied and gently touched the golden skin, drying rapidly after her swim. She didn't appear too impressed at my tentative attempt and pressed back firmly against my hands, making me spread it across her skin. Just as I finished the task however she rose to her feet and swiftly removed her bikini bottom.

Stunned, I watched as she squeezed the water out of the colourful scrap of material which she then hung over a rock in the sun. Sitting, she smiled "That's the best thing about this place; you can get rid of those tan-lines". I could see that her pussy was clean shaved except for a thin line of short hair showing the hood of her clitoris protruding slightly - her tiny thong didn't allow much room for pubes anyway I thought. She lay back and relaxed, her hands behind her head, body on plain view.

She continued "Come on, take yours off, enjoy the sun. Don't sit there gawking - there's no-one to see here". 

Well, nothing ventured and all that, Sue was not going to come and see me for sure but I now had a serious issue in that I had developed a raging hard-on. Fiona looked down at my tented swim shorts and laughed. "You're not shy are you? Get rid of them, feel the sun." so I shrugged, got up and quickly removed them. 

Now I don't shave 'down below' for a porn-star look, but one thing that does annoy me is getting pubes caught in my trouser zip, so as a result I do trim quite short. Sort of a designer stubble. 

Fiona turned onto her front and asked me to oil her splendid bum. Being totally unable to decline such a request I found myself spreading sun cream over those round buttocks that I had admired from afar so recently. This did not assist in the hard-on department and shortly I was so stiff it was starting to ache.

She then turned again to lay on her back with her thighs slightly apart, her eyes shut. As I let my gaze drop to those lips, I saw them relax partially open and then clench shut before opening again. Bloody hell, did it just wink at me?

I stared to see if it was an illusion or if there would be a repeat performance. I then noticed her belly shaking, looked up and saw that her eyes were slightly open and she was giggling. "Did you like that? My little party trick." She raised herself onto her elbows and laughed out loud, tears trickling down her cheeks. She then managed to speak; "Come, let me put some cream on your back."

I stammered something about having an all-day waterproof protection. In truth I don't know how I would have coped with being oiled up by a naked woman with those brown-nosed tits jiggling at me.

I laid on my back in the sun, on the hard but mercifully smooth rock.

As I lay flat and felt the sun and warm breeze reach the bits that they don't usually, I suddenly felt a nudge on my cock. Although I had shut my eyes and concentrated on making the erection disappear, I had singularly failed to achieve even a slight reduction in pressure. I opened my eyes with a jump and saw that Fiona was pushing it sideways with her foot. "That needs some work on it" she murmured.

Work on it? That was the last thing it needed. I found that it was actually starting to subside and had gained a slight lean to the left. Suddenly it was twitching back to vertical again and I was tensed rigid.

I closed my eyes and tried will-power. No good, it was as stiff as ever. Then I felt the weirdest thing. There was a rubbing movement in the region. I opened my eyes and saw that Fiona had shifted position. She was sitting in front of me and was using the soles of both feet to hold my cock and work it up and down. A foot-job was not quite what I signed up for today when I went for that swim. Even more, because of the position she was in, I was now looking straight between her open thighs at those crinkly lips.

"Lie back and relax" She instructed. It was going to be difficult but I wasn't in a position to argue and I lay back on the rock surface. So there I was, looking at the bright blue sky with the sun glaring down, feeling those warm feet working me. I was stressed out earlier but yes I thought, this could be really relaxing. Well it would have been but I could feel something soft against my right great toe. Looking down, I found that she had shifted and was sitting so that my right leg was between her thighs and my toe was against her pussy. She now had her eyes closed as her legs rocked gently and her clitoris pressed rhythmically against my toe. 


Holiday Memories Ch. 02



Sue and I arrived back home after the Greek holiday tanned and relaxed. The couple that we had met on the island, Fiona and Richard had had some unusual ideas with their open lifestyle but they had introduced us to naturist experiences in a very limited way - a couple of brief experiments on a star-lit beach and a glass of wine on a secluded hotel balcony.

We idly discussed options for our next vacation but it all seemed so far away. It was still summer and our garden was the only place that we would find any sun for a while. I made sure that we had a corner of the lawn that was not overlooked by any of the neighbours and Sue dared to lie on a lounger without clothing, having got the taste for feeling the sun and breeze across her skin.

Gradually she tanned her white bottom and the triangles on her chest until they glowed in the dark no longer. Then summer faded into autumn and the loungers were returned to the shed. The memories of Fiona giving herself a mud-pack or talking on the beach wearing little but a feather in her hair remained bright however.

Then one day in October I received a message on a social networking site. 

'Hi. This is Richard, am I talking to the guy that I met with my wife in Greece in June? If so Fiona has a message, please get back.'

Intrigued, I hit the 'Reply' button. 

'Yes, I believe you are correct, what's up?'

The next day I had another message. 

'We have an offer on a holiday villa in Spain, Fiona is asking if you are interested in joining us. Apparently she enjoyed your company - up to you but you're welcome to stay if you can get flights for next month.'

The location was in the Canary Islands. I checked with Sue and she was up for another break, especially if the costs were kept down; we had spent most of our spare cash on the previous trip. I trawled through some discount airline sites and before the evening was out we had another holiday all booked. The next few weeks dragged by but in due course we found ourselves on a cheap flight, keeping the price down even further by avoiding the fees that packed luggage incur with these carriers and just taking the minimal amount in small carry-on bags.

We arrived in the early afternoon at the airport in the barren volcanic landscape and swept past baggage reclaim to walk quickly out of the Arrivals hall. The others had arrived the day before and Richard was waiting in a hire car to take us to the accommodation. This turned out to be an isolated villa in a tiny valley about an hour drive from the airport. There was a private pool at the rear of the house with a view of the sea but the unmade track which led to the property ensured that passing traffic and members of the public were kept away. 

Their daughter Cress was staying at home being looked after by doting grandparents so wasn't present. On the other hand we found that another person was going to be sharing the villa. 

Veronica - who everyone called Vee was Fiona's elder sister, recovering after a recent divorce. She turned out to be not at all like her sibling. Her hair was a wild shock of auburn pulled back into a pony-tail and she wore no make-up. She was about the same height as me - just over six feet - and what my grandmother would have called a 'strapping wench', others might describe her an Amazon. 

She carried a bit more weight - both on her chest with firm, prominent breasts and in the form of some well-defined muscles. Vee had a ruddy complexion and clearly worked out regularly. 

There was a resemblance with her sister in the facial features; she had a striking statuesque quality with clear blue eyes. When we arrived she was wearing a bright blue sarong wrap around the hips and a white cropped top, showing a flat stomach, a long and lean pair of legs - and those very distracting breasts.

Fiona was elegant as ever in a very short maroon skinny dress top with a chain belt. It had thin spaghetti straps and clung in all the right places including to her nipples.

Whilst we unpacked, Richard started a charcoal barbecue for evening meal. As we only had the small hand cases that didn't take long, but we were hot and sticky from the journey so we showered and then looked for fresh clothes from our tiny pile of T shirts and shorts. 

Our room had a patio door overlooking the pool area and Sue pointed to where the others were sitting. Vee was swimming vigorously in the pool, doing endless tumble-turns from end to end - although it wasn't really big enough to do proper lengths as such. Her ass repeatedly bobbed above the surface and there was no sign of a bathing suit. The others were naked on the sun-loungers, basking in the late afternoon heat.

In the circumstances there seemed little point in dressing so I wrapped a towel around my waist and I opened the glass door to joined them. Three more loungers were lined up so I sat down and stretched out to dry in the sun. 

Sue followed me with her towel tucked securely around herself above the bust.

After a while Vee stopped flashing her butt doing the tumble-turns and climbed out of the pool, standing dripping and nude. Uncovered, her full breasts jutted out without sign of surgical interference. They gave the impression of missile warheads aimed towards the horizon with small dark brown nipples. We were introduced properly, which seemed wrong somehow. I couldn't help thinking that people should wear something when introductions were made. 

We found that she worked as a Police Officer in the mounted section - she was not currently, she commented drily a 'mounted officer' as unfortunately her husband had left her for a colleague and the villa had been part of the settlement. 

As she took the remaining lounger I saw that her toned stomach led via a tiny landing strip of trimmed hair to her stupendously long legs with strong thighs and calves which were obviously developed in gyms and from many years of horse-riding. Her inner labia protruded prominently from her pussy, darkly pigmented contrasting with the paler skin alongside.

I loosened my towel and dared to show myself but I noticed that Sue kept her wrap tucked securely as we lay on the sun-loungers.

Richard kept an eye on the barbecue and after a while announced that food would take about an hour. At this news, Vee commented that she was going for a run and pulled on a tight pair of black Lycra shorts and matching athletic bra. The shorts were pulled right up between the cheeks of her ass, displaying the well-developed glutes but were rolled down low over the belly, barely covering her mound. 

With a pair of training shoes on her feet she climbed over the rear garden wall and dropped down out of sight. She reappeared shortly after in the distance running up the gully of a dried up stream bed, hopping effortlessly over the scattered stones.

"She just can't keep still," Richard said. "Since the break-up Vee's been living on her nerves."

"It's hardly surprising the way that bastard treated her," Fiona defended her sister. "This was their little hidey-hole together and now she's stuck with it. We wouldn't really have come here except to keep her company, she's been so down."

Richard had wrapped his towel around his waist whilst loading the barbecue and Fiona followed suit with hers around the hips. She buttered bread rolls, then chopped some fruit and mixed a bottle of red wine with lemonade and ice to make sangria. Her bare back soon had a rivulet of sweat which trickled down her spine till it disappeared into the soft material above the swell of her bum. Her bare brown breasts jiggled with the movements but her make-up and hair remained flawless.

The glass jug of iced sangria was glistening with condensation and presently Fiona picked it up and pressed it to her chest between her breasts, rolling the droplets off onto her skin. She kept the coolness still until her nipples were poking stiffly.

Presently Vee returned from her run, breathing heavily and soaked in sweat and went to take a shower. 

Sue and I went to our room and dressed, just as Richard pronounced the food nearly cooked and he also went to put on a pair of shorts. When we came back to the patio Vee was freshly showered and brushing out her damp hair. She was wearing a loose skirt and a low-cut halter top showing brown cleavage and side-boob all the way down to her belly button. 

We sat at a small table under an awning to eat and watch the near-tropical sunset. When it was dark and the stars became clearly visible, unhindered by any street lighting Richard switched on some music quietly from within the house. The sangria was finished, and tired after our long journey Sue and I retired to our room leaving the others chatting by the pool. We undressed and lay still in the half light, then with the babble of soft music and voices drifting in from outside, dozed off.

* * *

I awoke in silence and darkness. The room had retained an airless, stifling heat and I was soaked in perspiration. I stood up to slide open the door and sucked in the oxygen. The fresh air was a welcome relief and I could now hear waves crashing against the distant shore. The pool was black, still in the starlight and the Milky Way was a swathe across the clear sky so I crossed the patio and stood by the garden wall gazing up at the constellations.

I heard a slight noise alongside and found that Sue had joined me. She had not covered herself either and I reached a hand around her hips then stroked her bum, from her soft thighs up to the top of her buttocks. I slowly brushed the sensitive cleft between her cheeks as she leaned slightly against my side and held my cock until it stiffened. We remained for some time, fondling each other under the stars, listening to the faint sound of the waves.

I took her hand and led Sue to the poolside. We sat on the edge dangling our feet in the fresh water, watching ripples spread across the darkness. The water was cold on our warm skin but quite pleasant after the first touch. After some minutes I slid down into the pool which although small in size was quite deep. Sue followed, with a gasp at the coolness. I swam around the edge whilst she gathered confidence and then we floated gently in the middle. 

I climbed out of the pool and grabbed a couple of fresh towels from the room as Sue also pulled herself out of the pool up the metal ladder. I threw one of the towels to her and we dried off before sitting on a lounger in the darkness cuddling without speaking. She automatically tucked the towel modestly back around herself as we sat and studied the constellations.

I then heard a sniffle from the shadows near a leafy bush in the corner of the patio. I jumped at the noise and saw that a person was hiding there. As I approached to investigate, the person stood up and I realised it was Vee.

She had tears running down her cheeks and had bits of twigs in her hair from the bush. Sobbing, she apologised and explained that she had been standing in the dark when we had come out. Trying not to be noticed she had ducked down out of sight. "It looked so romantic, you being so happy together, looking at the stars," she sobbed "I just couldn't help thinking about my 'ex' and the first time we stayed here."

Sue, with her towel tucked around her boobs gave her a hug. However it was not secure and fell to the floor at the contact. I saw that Vee's halter top had parted at the deep cleavage leaving the two women standing chest to chest - except that the height difference meant that Sue had a substantial pair of breasts either side of her face."I'm sorry, I didn't mean to disturb you" Vee repeated before dashing inside the house.

Sue picked up the towel and with a shrug she carried it back to our room.

* * *

The next day, the first proper day of the holiday, we woke up to a blazing sun. It was clear that we needed to apply high-factor sun cream to prevent burn, so Sue and I applied it to each other all over. We used a waterproof all-day product, as we had in Greece previously. This not only meant that we did not need to worry about clothes moving and allowing burn on unprotected areas, but also allowed me to massage all over her perfect little body, then for her to do the same for me, paying special attention to the areas not normally exposed.

After breakfast we all stepped over the wall from the patio and walked down the dry stream-bed of the valley to the tiny secluded beach, which took around 10 minutes. There were no roads to cross or other houses to pass and the beach had a mixture of golden soft sand and dark volcanic grit.

Vee and Fiona stripped off and lay down, Richard busied himself setting out towels and sun-umbrellas before also undressing. I slipped off my shorts and pointed out to Sue that she would be collecting tan-lines again if she stayed wearing a bikini in the strong sun. Soon she quietly stripped off the bra top when no-one was looking and lay on her front. I was seriously impressed; this was the first time that she had ever sunbathed topless and I was aware of how much nerve it took her.

Presently the other three went for a dip. Sue waited a while longer before turning onto her back and showing her breasts to the warmth of the sun. She wasn't bold enough to skinny-dip in broad daylight so kept her bikini bottom before going into the water, quickly moving to sufficient depth to cover herself. Still she was topless in public, even if everyone else present was nude. I went for a solitary swim to leave her enjoy the experience.

When we returned to the beach Sue ventured to sit quietly topless. Small steps, but gradually I saw that she was becoming more and more confidant.

After a couple of hours of sun and sea Richard pointed out that the mid-day sun was too fierce to remain out in so early in the holiday, so we packed up and made our way back up the hill. Fiona put her one-piece costume back on, looking as immaculate as ever, but Vee just slipped on her sandals and walked up nude - not that anyone else could see us anyway in the gully of the stream bed.

We spent the afternoon sheltering from the sun in the house, snoozing away the remaining tiredness of the previous day's travelling.

In the evening we put on some music and sat on the patio chatting with the music system playing Spanish guitars gently in the background. Vee had covered up with a sarong tied over one shoulder, Fiona was wearing a loose pair of purple harem pants of a sheer chiffon material worn low on the hips and a pair of sandals. She remained topless and her tanned breasts had acquired a burnished glow. 

The sun started to set and the heat left the day as we drank cold bottled lager from the refrigerator. 

The music on the player changed to a Moroccan flute and Fiona, obviously tipsy from the lager, started to give us a belly-dance. Her clothing was certainly appropriately Arabic and as she shimmied around with her nipples jiggling I could see that there really was nothing underneath the semi-transparent pants.

She sat down as the music returned to Spanish guitar, breathing heavily and a sheen of perspiration on her skin. Vee stood up and danced an enthusiastic flamenco, throwing her arms around until her sarong proved too loose and a single breast slipped out to one side. Unabashed she continued dancing until the music finished and she sat down laughing. She tried to pull the thin material back across the escaped flesh but the make-shift garment had twisted and would not stay to cover it. She relaxed, leaning back on her elbows and left the errant tit hang loose. "Sue, come on - show us your moves!" she called out.

Sue can dance when she's warmed up and tonight she was hot. She was just wearing one of my white T-shirts as a short dress and stood up. Twirling round the patio like a madwoman, she gave everything she had. No real style, just an outpouring of energy.

When she sat again, exhausted, Vee was laughing. "My God, I thought you were shy. All coy on the beach, and now you're dancing like an idiot without any knickers on." She had obviously noticed that the T-shirt barely covered Sue's ass and had been flying in the air. This didn't particularly surprise me, when we met Sue was much more modest regarding her breasts than her pussy.

"Well, we didn't bring much, we didn't have any room in the cases" Sue protested. "Anyway, there's something in the lager." 

"Yes, alcohol." I said quickly.

She jumped up again. "Put the music up higher". She commenced dancing again, around and around with the shirt rising up waist-high exposing her bum and bare pussy until she suddenly lost her balance and stumbled dizzily to the ground, landing in a sitting position on the floor near the pool. Then, in slow motion she overbalanced backwards, raised her legs in the air and toppled upside down into the water.

Vee was closest and immediately jumped in to grab hold of Sue, who emerged coughing and spitting water. When they both managed to regain dry land, Sue's wet T-shirt was almost completely transparent as was Vee's sarong which had now released both breasts. The short skirt part of the garment was only partially covering her patch of pubic hair and clinging seductively to the wet skin.

Together the pair staggered back into the house to dry and Richard also disappeared to clear up the plates and glasses.

Fiona and I sat giggling and chatting for a while and then she stood and started dancing again. As I was the only one left, the belly-dance was clearly aimed at me. She shook her shoulders, making her firm breasts shimmy from side to side and leaned over backwards to thrust her pussy towards me, visible through the thin sheer material. 

She high-kicked and hip-swivelled, then turned away and slowly bent over wiggling her ass with her feet wide apart to flash herself at me. She placed her forehead on the ground and looked back through her legs to peek at me staring at her butt and pussy.

Then she span round and ripped off the pants, which I realised had been fastened with a Velcro fastening down the sides. She stood nude except for her sandals, breathing heavily towering over me.

"Careful," I whispered "Sue and Richard will be coming back out now."

"Richard has made himself scarce" she replied. "He knows when to disappear. And don't worry about Sue and Vee, are you blind?"

"What do you mean?" I was confused.

"Come on you must have noticed, Vee is bi and Sue has pulled. They tied up last night after you had that midnight encounter, when you were kipping."

"But Sue isn't gay."

"So what do you know. She's certainly bi-curious and now it looks like she's finding out what it's all about."

"I don't think so. Anyway, how do you reckon she's bi-curious?"

"Haven't you noticed the way she looks me up and down when she thinks I'm not looking, and the way she stares at Vee? I noticed it the first time on the beach in Greece. You were both staring at my box like it was wrapped up with ribbons underneath a Christmas tree, it's obvious."

I was unconvinced despite the colourful phrase. "What do you mean about Richard knowing when to disappear?"

"He knows about my needs, when I get horny for extras he lets me work it out but I'm not allowed to let anyone cum in me. Only he's allowed to do that. I'm only scratching an itch, he knows it, he lets me. It's a mutual arrangement, don't worry about that. If he has something to do he lets me know and I'll bugger off out of the way."

She stepped closer, so that her pussy was nuzzling against my nose. Her thighs separated further and I felt a hand on the back of my head pressing my face closer. Her breath was now louder than the sea as my nose entered the folds of soft and musky flesh. 

She murmured "How does it make you feel, finding out about your wife?"

I pulled back for a second. "I don't believe it, she's so straight. Honestly I'd be amazed."




Holiday Memories Ch. 02



She took my hand and pulled me to my feet. Wordlessly she led me around the side of the house to a window. I could see into a bedroom where a bedside light was giving some illumination and I saw Vee lying on her back with her legs wide apart and the unmistakeable figure of my wife kneeling between her thighs on the bed with her pale bottom in the air and her face firmly against the dark strip of Vee's bush.

I tensed and I felt Fiona close behind, putting her arms around me, "It's something you can't compete against. It has nothing to do with her desire for you" She slid her hands down inside my shorts until she cupped my balls. "What do you want to do. Stand here and watch for a while?"

I was transfixed as Sue's head nodded slowly against Vee's body. They were both clearly enjoying the experience. 

Soon the manipulations of the naked lady behind me caused a stirring. Fiona eased down my shorts which dropped to the ground and she continued to stroke me as the two women before us changed position and then interlocked.

Fiona encircled my scrotum above my balls with her fingers and thumb and gently tugged, leading me by my testicles back to the patio. She laid me down on the sun-lounger, then turned away from me. Bending over at the waist, she spread her legs wide so that I had a clear view of her labia and anus. Very slowly, she opened her labia and closed them together, repeating her party trick.

She bent her knees and squatted down on my chest and I felt her hands move on me again. Soon she had moved so that she was kneeling over my face and her warm mouth was around my cock, tongue swirling. 

I moved my hands down to hold her weight by the armpits, the light wisps of hair between my fingers as I used my tongue to run up and down her pussy from her clitoris to her anus, then pushing between her labia and into the passage of her vagina before returning to the clit. Eventually she stiffened and her full weight descended onto my nose and mouth, suffocating me.

I lifted her hips with my hands so that I could breath once more but she gripped with her knees for some seconds longer before releasing me. 

She continued with her mouth until I came, and carried on working me with her hands and mouth until I was soft again. As I lay recovering I could feel her licking my testicles, her saliva cool in the night air.

She rose, gathered her clothing and walked off into the house without saying another word. 

I went directly to the sliding door to our room and entered. Sue was lying on the bed wrapped tightly in a sheet in the dark and as I lay alongside her, she reached out and held my hand. She was breathing heavily.

I could feel her trembling. "Hey love, what's the matter?" I enquired.

"Nothing, it's just, you know, a strange trip. Vee and Fiona and Richard and all."

"Are you happy with everything?"

"Yes, I didn't think I would be but I'm really happy at the moment."

I didn't tell her what I had witnessed, but put my arm round her shoulders and cuddled her. She continued holding me until her hand loosened and I found that she had fallen asleep.

* * *

During the night I awoke again with the heat and went out to the pool to think, and take a dip by myself under the moon and stars. There were few answers to the questions that I asked myself but I felt refreshed and went back to sleep leaving the door slightly open for ventilation.

The next day we were back at the poolside. Sue was quiet and withdrawn and was wearing her bikini defensively. 

Vee came in to breakfast bounding with energy and then went off for an early run. I decided that she really did have a most impressive bum when she appeared wearing the Lycra shorts that fitted right between her buttocks. The tight bra top contained her breasts well as she jogged off up the gully.

Later we all sat silently on the beach until it was time to return to the villa at mid-day. We sat in the shade without speaking, the conversation had dried considerably. Vee disappeared to her room. 

Eventually I had enough of the quietness and had a word with Sue. "How are things between you and Vee?"

"Oh, fine, you know. No problem."

"I heard that she wanted to speak to you." This was of course a lie. Vee had gone to her room without comment. "Why don't you see what she wants?"

"Do you think I should? I don't really know."

"What's your name, Mabel? Go and knock on her door, what's the worst thing that can happen."

She hesitated before rising. "If you're sure I should." She walked around the pool and into the house.

I waited for about an hour by the pool sheltering under the awning, taking the occasional dip and making small-talk with Richard and Fiona. Eventually Sue re-appeared, followed a few seconds later by Vee. Both had just showered. Vee was wrapped in a towel which she removed and dropped, diving into the pool. Sue sat with me, wearing a T-shirt. 

"Did you have a good chat with Vee?" I started.

"Yes, very interesting" she replied non-committally.

I said nothing further and eventually it was nearly time for evening meal. We decided to all go out to a local restaurant and dressed up in as much finery as we possessed. I was limited by my stock of T-shirts and shorts, Sue made one of my longer T-shirts into a short dress combined with a belt and high-heels - making sure that she was wearing panties this time. We went around the house to the rental car, when suddenly Sue stopped dead. Ahead of her in front of Vee's bedroom window, on the ground my crumpled shorts lay discarded from the previous night.

Sue silently picked them up and handed them to me. I took them into the house and dropped them in our room. We then continued to the car and drove to the restaurant in silence.

* * *

"You've been watching me." It was a statement of fact; we had returned to the villa and were alone in our room. I wondered what to say, what could be said without causing the most awful row. I bottled it and took the easy way out; I remained silent. 

"You know what I've been doing." That didn't seem to require an answer. "Oh fuck." The expletive hung in the air for an age.

I decided to say something at last. "Yes, I know you've been sleeping with Vee."

"So what happened with the shorts, were you standing there watching and wanking?"

That threw me. Typical woman; go on the offensive, I thought. Should I say that I was, or admit screwing Fiona? Fat chance, I decided that the better option was to ignore the point. "So, you're having a lesbian affair behind my back. Is this a complete lifestyle thing or just a holiday fling?

"I don't know, I never expected this, I've never fancied a girl before. I still feel exactly the same way about you. So now you know, what are you going to do about it?"

To tell the truth, I didn't have a clue. I wasn't repulsed by the concept, but had never previously considered it. Some guys might have said "Can I watch?" but that didn't seem big or clever at the time. I weighed up the options. If I threw a wobbly, the holiday would be over and we'd both be stuck a thousand miles from home with no funds for tickets. Then a divorce and the end of our married life together. On the other hand I could say that I accepted it and then we could get on with things; and of course I could always change my mind later.

In the end, being a coward I chose the latter option. "So long as it doesn't affect our love, I'll have to consider it. I think you'll have to stop being secretive, tell me what's going on and how you feel." That was a bit rich I thought to myself, whilst I was getting blow-jobs from Fiona.

"Anyway" Sue said, returning to the subject of my activities. "What about Fiona, I've seen the way you look at her and keep on disappearing when she's not around. You were doing it last holiday and suddenly we get invited here. Are you screwing her?"

Oh shit, I thought. Here we go. This was going to go badly. However, never admit anything you don't have to, just be vague. "I'm not in love with her."

"Good. So it's just lust for both of us." 

This wasn't the conversation I imagined I'd be having when I woke up this morning. I then saw tears in her eyes. "No need to cry dear, we can work this out for both of us."

"I knew it." She started to blub. 

"What now?"

"She's got much bigger tits than me, I knew you never fancied me." 

I put my arms round her and hugged her. Now it seemed to be all out in the open, there seemed little point in foolish denials. Stick to the truth, I thought. "Absolutely not at all, I love your tiny breasts and pointy nipples that'll have my eyes out one day. And your little bottom and the crinkly lips of your pussy. It's not that at all. Probably it's more like what you feel with Vee, you can look at something you fancy and appreciate it, then if it's on offer you might pick it up. It doesn't mean anything more than that." Well I thought, that probably wouldn't pass muster on many days but that was the best I could come up with - and at least she was on the defensive.

To reinforce the point I stripped off her T-shirt and caressed her breasts until she stopped sobbing. "In fact she would be much prettier if she didn't have such big breasts." I added. Not, I thought, that Fiona had a great deal up front anyway. Unlike Vee who had plenty.

I slid open the door to the patio, letting in some cooler air. I took Sue's hand and led her, she just in her panties and me in shorts, to the back wall where we could watch the stars and listen to the waves. I stood behind her and held her around the chest under her arms so that I could stroke her armpits and snuggle my chin into the nape of her neck.

She softened, as she always did when I did that. After a long time of standing silently, feeling the warmth of our bodies standing close, she spoke softly. "If I'm to tell you what I'm doing with Vee and be open about our relationship, you have to do the same with Fiona."

As we stood pondering that logic which sounded dangerous at best, Sue's hands moved behind her and slid into my shorts to hold me. Well I thought, all is not lost if she's still feeling romantic. I turned her around and hugged her close with her stiff nipples nearly half an inch long pressing into my chest. Then I stooped and kissed her gently on each nipple before kneeling and easing down her panties to plant a tender kiss on her clitoris. Not licking and caressing - just a single kiss, as romantic as I could make it. I pulled the panties back up and she looked at me with a disappointed expression.

I knelt upright so that her breasts were either side of my face. "I love you and your body as much as I ever did." I whispered.

"Likewise." she replied, raising me to my feet. She lowered my shorts to my ankles and took hold of my cock, planting a kiss on the end. Then she squatted down on her haunches and kissed my testicles in turn.

"So we agree to carry on loving each other as always?"

"Yes, we are for ever." Sue took me between her lips and ran a wet tongue along the length of my cock before sliding me in and out of her mouth, until I was completely erect. She stood. "We have nothing to fear then from anyone else." She eased down her panties to the floor and stepped out of them. Standing with her legs wide apart, she took my hand and placed it to cup her pussy. Then she wriggled slightly so that my middle finger slipped into the space between her labia, but without penetrating her completely. She reached across and cupped my testicles and we stood still gazing into each others eyes. 

"So is it a promise" she whispered. "Do we swear on each other's bits?"

I nodded silently and we stood still for several minutes before we pulled up our clothes and returned into the villa.

* * *

Sue knocked on Vee's door. "Come in" came the reply. Vee was lying on the bed reading a book. The sheet was over her, but only up to her waist and her brown breasts were exposed, contrasting with the whiteness of the sheet. She made no attempt to cover them as we entered. 

"We've had a good chat and sorted a few things out" started Sue. "We both know about each other, about me and you, and I know about him and Fiona. And I want to make sure that everyone knows that we're both happy and we want things to carry on, just the way they are." Vee had looked very startled when Sue began to speak but relaxed as she continued. "The thing is, we have to be open about what and when we're doing it." Sue then sat on the bed next to Vee. "I want us to kiss in front of my husband and be open about it."

She reached across and put her arms around Vee, who returned the embrace but in a more chaste fashion than that I had witnessed previously. Sue freed an arm and pushed the sheet down exposing Vee as far as her knees. She stroked the flat belly above the short curls before cupping a breast. 

Vee looked at me. "This is a bit strange, if you don't mind me saying. Are you sure you want to be here and see this?"

"It's what we agreed." I nodded "We have to be honest with each other."

"How honest?" said Vee. "Are you standing around gawking like a pervert or are you being involved as an equal?"

I thought for a moment. "As an equal I suppose, hadn't really thought about it that far." I looked at Sue. "Is that OK, as equals?"

"Damn right" she said. "We get involved from now on as a couple, equal."

I sat on the edge of the bed nervously and touched Sue's hand. Vee spoke. "Either you're involved or you're not. Get over here." She sat up and caught hold of my arm. Her grip was surprisingly strong and confident and I saw that her bicep was clearly defined, I could imagine her controlling police horses without a problem. She pulled me across to her side of the bed so that she was in the middle between Sue and me. She unbuttoned my shorts which swiftly landed on the floor, Sue's knickers were similarly vanquished.

When we were all naked Vee arranged us in a triangle, kneeling on the bed. Then she reached forwards and grasped my cock. "Do you like it when I do that?" She asked.

I was about to reply but realised that she was looking straight at Sue, who nodded silently.

Vee moved her hand and started gently stroking my sack, still looking at Sue. "And when I do that?" She ran her fingers lightly around my nuts, tickling and tantalising.

Sue nodded again as my body reacted automatically to the stimulation.

Vee took my hand and placed it on her breast, heavy and full; a different sensation from my usual diet of miniature swellings. Instinctively I cupped it and felt its soft weight.

Sue pushed Vee onto her back and started making love to her, kissing her on the pussy with her bum in the air like she had when I had first seen them together. In that position I was able to stroke those cute crinkly lips that protrude so prettily between her thighs. Those lovely limbs opened for me to touch her clitoris, as we continued there was a series of moans from the ladies until we changed position and Vee moved to take my cock in her mouth. 

Sue suddenly became possessive and made sure that it was her lips that pleasured me, leaving Vee to use her tongue on Sue's pussy. The triangle was completed by me running my tongue around Vee's labia, licking up into the soft wiry hairs of her furry upper pubic area. Her labia were smooth and bare, with a deep musk scent. The trimmed area was a triangle that started above her clitoris, tickling my nose.

We changed positions several times after that, until I found Vee inviting me to mount her and looking at Sue for confirmation. She lay on her back in a standard missionary position and Sue kissed her whilst holding and guiding my cock into Vee's vagina. She was much looser than Sue or Fiona as I entered, the warm and slippery haven inviting me to slide straight in to the hilt. 

Then, she stilled me with her arms and I felt her internal muscles grip me tight until she prevented me from moving purely using the awesome strength of her pussy. She relaxed the tension so I could thrust whilst holding her by the buttocks, then I felt a hand between my legs, reaching for my testicles. 

Sue's hand cupped and then held my balls firmly as I fucked Vee, until the pressure grew and I finally came. With an extra-strong thrust I emptied myself into Vee as she gripped her legs around my waist holding me tight. 

Sue continued to hold me underneath and then smiled at me. "I could feel your balls tense up as you came, that was fantastic."

I slowly softened and withdrew from Vee who remained lying on her back but with her knees wide apart. Sue knelt between her open legs stroking the firm thighs, causing small moans to come from Vee. She then ran her fingers over Vee's clitoris and down along the slit, still wide open and with a globule of semen trickling out making it's way down towards the crack between the cheeks of her bum.

To my amazement Sue then bent down and licked away the bead of white cum. Was this the same Sue who had been so reluctant to even sunbathe topless on a nude beach so recently? She held the globule on her tongue for a second before taking it into her mouth. She raised herself and shared a long kiss with Vee before returning. She licked and swallowed, licked and swallowed until Vee was breathing heavily again. Vee pulled my wrist until I was lying down and she could take my now flaccid and slightly sore cock in her mouth and swirl her tongue around it. 

Gradually the spells between the thighs became longer, the kisses shorter and the breathing heavier. Vee's thighs were even wider apart and her hips began to swivel and grind against Sue's face. I lay alongside Vee but now she had forgotten my cock as Sue's tongue fluttered around her. The tempo increased and Vee then grasped Sue's head and held it firmly with her nose shoved into her clitoris. Vee emitted a groan and then shuddered, rubbing Sue's head against her groin before relaxing. The two women snuggled in each other's arms with their legs interlocked and soon they were both asleep. I pulled the bed-sheet across them and managed to cover myself also.

* * *

The morning sun was shining brightly through the thin curtains and I was lying next to Vee who was between us. The bed-sheet was across their stomachs but had been pulled off me completely. Vee muttered and stirred. "Did last night really happen?"

I needed to take a leak so got up and left the room, walking across the lounge area of the villa to the bathroom. I had a quick shower and came out, drying myself with a fresh towel. Fiona was standing next to the refrigerator in the kitchen area; the property was open-plan. As usual her hair looked like she'd just come from the salon and she was wearing a short purple vest top which didn't even come close to covering her bare bum. With a string of pearls and earrings. I mean, who the hell wears jewellery but no knickers? "Did I hear you both with Vee last night?"

"Um, yes." This was going to be a difficult conversation. "Sue figured I knew about them, so she wanted us to be open together." I paused.

"Well it certainly sounded like you were open together."

"The thing is, she also figured out about me and you."

"Huh?"

"And if we get together again she wants to be there and join in. It has to be as an equal. That's what we agreed"

"If you think you're going to have a fivesome with me and Richard, forget it." She gritted her teeth, standing with her hands on her hips and feet apart showing her labia. She had a sexiness hard to resist. Even though the door to her room was shut and the television could be heard in the background, we were speaking in not much more than whispers. "I get my kicks and Richard's OK with that but we're not into any swinger scene. The point of this holiday was to see if Vee could be cheered up and in the last day or so there's been a transformation. Whatever Sue has been doing to her has been effective, for sure. I hope there'll be no downturn if you're getting involved."




Holiday Memories Ch. 02



"I hope so to. Actually Richard doesn't have to be part of the equation, just that Sue needs to be part of anything between us from now on."

Just then a door opened and Richard emerged from their room, heading for the bathroom. Fiona returned to fixing breakfast, I went to find some shorts. 

That morning Vee and Fiona went off in the rented car to the nearest town for groceries, leaving Richard behind with Sue and I. The sky was overcast and so it seemed an ideal day to get some chores done rather than haunt the beach.

We threw some laundry in the washing machine and then Sue did some ironing. Even though there was cloud in the sky it was still very warm and Sue, hot and sweaty with the exertions ended up taking off her T-shirt and ironing topless. Little rivulets of perspiration trickled down between her breasts as she worked, despite her repeatedly dabbing herself with a piece of paper towel.

Another step I thought. Quite a big one this time, to perform a household chore uncovered.

Richard brushed the patio around the pool; it was getting gritty underfoot due to sand being constantly carried in the wind. He reckoned that the sun would still tan through the clouds, so he remained nude whilst he brushed. I thought he might catch himself and get an injury but it didn't happen. I kept my shorts on and risked getting tan-lines whilst I cleared some weeds from the garden and watered the plants using a hose reel which was in the corner of the patio. 

Eventually Sue was done and packed away. She came out to the poolside and stood by the wall to catch some wind, taking her shorts off. I was impressed by this change in her modesty that allowed her to stand naked in full view of a recent acquaintance. Then she took the hose and drenched herself, washing away the sweat.

"Look, you're covered in dust and bits from the weeds as well, wash it off before you do anything else" she suggested, sprinkling the water which felt freezing over my hot legs and feet. "Take off the shorts".

I dropped the shorts and put them out of the way and she gave me the full blast of water. It was a shock at first but very refreshing as the grime was washed away. "Richard, do you fancy a shower?" she called. He came over and received a soaking and we then stood chatting whilst we drip-dried in the wind.

"So, you're both keeping Vee happy" Richard mentioned, casually. "She's been down in the dumps recently but the last couple of days, since she's had a good screwing, have worked wonders."

This was going to be another one of those uncomfortable conversations, I could tell already. "I said to Fiona" he continued, "What Vee needs is a top shag. Then, when she said that you'd both been eyeing her up and the chance for this break came up, it all made sense." 

How I thought, was I to talk about shagging his sister and fancying his wife when there was water dripping from his penis?

"Fi said that you'd done the necessary very well in Greece" Oh shit, I thought. "She's a good judge like that, she said straight away that if we could get you both here that Vee would be brought out of her shell. I know, some people think we have a strange way of running our lives but I couldn't give a fuck for them, it works for us. If she wants to get laid she'll go for it, likewise me. The only stipulation is that vaginal orgasm is reserved for ourselves."

"We have a stipulation as well" piped up Sue. "Whatever we get up to has to be as a couple. No secrets, no furtive affairs."

"Does Fiona know about this? Richard looked amused. "I get the impression that it doesn't always work that way."

"It's a new policy" explained Sue. "We decided last night whatever has happened before, has happened - but now it's together or not at all."

Just then I heard a car approaching along the track and Vee and Fiona returned. Vee had a broad grin and had armfuls of cheap carrier bags full of stuff. "We're back!"

Fiona had added a pair of tight black leggings to the vest top that she had been wearing earlier. These fitted every contour but were quickly shed "They were too hot" she sighed. "I didn't think with the weather that I'd feel it, but now I'm sweating like a paedophile at the school gates." She threw the pants through the doorway into her room and stretched her legs out wide. "Any longer and I'd have caught a fungal condition. Anyway, are we going to the beach?"

"Why don't we go for a hike up into the mountains?" suggested Richard. "The week is coming to an end and we've only been to the beach and the shops."

"I'd rather spend the time naked" spoke up Sue, to my astonishment. Okay, she had been quite brazen by the pool but my little modest wife who was usually so shy of showing even me her flat chest had suddenly caught the naturist bug. The careful application of sun creams and avoidance of the burning mid-day sun had enabled a glowing tan to develop where she had previously been lily white.

"We could do both" suggested Vee. "We could hike nude from here into the hills, if we take a bit of care. There's only one road to cross and there's not much traffic even if it is the main road."

And so it was decided that we would sneak up the gully, cross the road and disappear up the mountain. Fiona fixed a light snack that Richard could carry in a small back-pack.

We all undressed except for shoes for the rough ground and climbed over the wall into the gulley, heading uphill. When we reached the road we waited but couldn't hear any cars coming, so dashed across. Sue being the most nervous ended up last and just as she was halfway across the road a tourist coach appeared in the distance. The driver gave a toot as he passed and Sue, being stranded could do little except scuttle across bent double trying to conceal herself as the vehicle passed with passengers looking through the windows. The rest of us hid in the gully.

Once we were out of sight of the road, we were able to relax and stroll in the sun and warm breeze up into the beautiful scenery of the unspoiled hills away from the coastal strip. 

We came to an area of almost level land which had a sparse covering of small scrub. I heard a tinkling noise and then saw a number of goats in the distance walking in our direction. We were without any cover, the goats were bleating and had bells on their necks. A young lad with a stick was herding the animals and he looked at us as we walked past him. He showed no reaction as if naked people strolled past him every day.

The gradient became steeper and we started climbing again, ever upwards. We had built up a sweat with the effort and the dust was sticking to our skin. Sue started to lag behind so we paused briefly for a rest and admired the view. We could see nearly half the island stretching away with the bright blue sea in the distance. Some clouds had remained from the morning and darker ones were forming in the distance, breaking up the normally endless blue sky. Then it was upwards again, as we now found ourselves following a narrow track through large boulders.

I noticed a dark cloud menacing overhead and realised that the distant weather formations had moved much closer. Then there were heavy drops of rain falling, but there was no shelter on the barren hillside. Suddenly the heavens opened and a downpour was upon us. Warm rain bounced from the rocks, beating down on our bodies with streams forming, washing loose gravel down the hill and it was difficult to see more than a few yards. 

We were quickly drenched, with a sudden chill in the air. I looked back at Sue, whose nipples had become fully erect. She looked fully relaxed and comfortable with her nudity. 

Vee had strode ahead, those steel buns and bulging thighs carrying her effortlessly across the volcanic landscape. She paused and turned around with her arms outspread, spinning round with the rainwater running down her body. Laughing, she turned her face up to the sky and let the rain wash her, dripping steadily from her breasts and streaming down her legs. 

Fiona and Richard walked close together, he helping her over some of the steeper sections as the dirt turned to mud underneath out feet. Somehow she maintained the natural elegance without her clothes but her normally immaculate hair was now bedraggled and she ran her fingers through it, slicking it back.

As suddenly as it started, the weather cleared and the sun shone once more. The damp earth became shrouded with steam and within a few minutes the land was dry and there was no sign that there had ever been rain. We were now dry also, with the slight breeze flowing over our bodies.

The hill became even steeper as we neared the peak, but the hillside was covered with wisps of cool mist which became denser until the visibility was only a few yards. We reached a sharp crest and I went to look down the other side of the mountain. I found however that there was only fog shrouding any view.

Then I heard male voices and saw a couple of guys sitting in a crevasse between some boulders. They were wearing standard 'hiker' clothing of light waterproof jackets, stout boots, thick socks and shorts, with rucksacks. Both were young men and one was giving the other a slow hand-job as they talked.

They looked around and saw us standing naked just behind. We exchanged quick nods of greetings, us nonchalantly unclothed, they with stilled hands as they interrupted their private moment.

We turned and started to make our way back down the mountain, leaving the two men to resume their intimacy. 

We followed goat tracks again, weaving down amongst the rocks and then we came out of the mist so that we could see the panoramic view again laid out in front of us with the incredibly bright turquoise sea contrasting with the golden beaches in the distance. We found a flat ledge and sat in the warmth of the sun, eating the small snack that Richard had been carrying. When we started off again, we found that the track had petered out so that we could walk as a group once more instead of single file. The sun was beating down now and we were perspiring again in the heat as we descended. Soon we were all covered in thick dust again and were the same colour as the rocks, blending in with the countryside.

Eventually I could see the road in the distance and we paused. My legs were aching with the strain of the descent and we all sat briefly in the dirt for a rest. We continued then until we reached the road, when Vee paused and turned to us. "What happened to the level part where we saw the goats on the way up?"

We were clearly at the wrong place. We looked about and eventually Vee recognised where we were, some distance from the villa. The sun was starting to dip below the horizon and the light began to fail. There was no real option but to continue the march as stars began to shine in the sky.

She began leading the trek along the road, a car passed and with a loud blast on the horn I realised that I had started to forget that we were walking along the main highway without wearing a stitch of clothing beyond the shoes on our feet. 

Tiredness meant that we no longer cared about being seen. We continued trudging along the road, ignoring any vehicles that passed.

Occasionally a car approached with headlights blazing after the dusk finally finished in an explosion of dying sun against the horizon, so we strolled by the light of the moon and stars for the most part. Sue started flagging behind and we had to slow down so that we kept together as a group. 

I was feeling exhausted as we found the gully and walked down to the villa. We entered and Sue switched on the shower. Vee, being the one with most energy left ended up aiming the shower spray and wielding a sponge whilst we others stood still and accepted the washing down of the dust which rinsed away in rich swirls.

Richard fixed a quick bite to eat and opened some bottles of refreshing cold lager and then we all rested on the sun-loungers in the dark.

* * *

I awoke to hear the others talking and laughing; clearly I had dozed off. My leg muscles were aching and I had no energy. Lights from the house were shining through the windows to illuminate the patio, assisting the moonlight. Sue disappeared into the villa, returning shortly carrying my razor and a can of shaving foam. "We've decided to give you a shave, we can't have you the only one with a hairy growth."

I looked around at Vee, who I realised had removed the tuft of pubic hair and was now smooth.

I protested that I didn't want to be shaved and couldn't be bothered.

With that, Richard came over to me and overturned my sun-lounger, tossing me onto the hard patio. Suddenly Fiona was sitting on my shoulders with her pussy against my face. I felt the coldness of the aerosol being squirted on my groin and hands were spreading the foam around my genitals. Heavy bodies were holding my legs still so that I was completely immobile, I then felt the scraping of the razor as my pubes were shaved away from my body, then the base of my cock and from my balls which were gently stretched and pulled as the skin was straightened to allow the razor access, finishing with my testicles being lifted up and the hair behind being removed.

Eventually the shaving was complete, leaving a novel sensation of bareness. Then Fiona's pussy was swiftly removed from my face and a much more familiar version appeared in its place. 

My most favourite crinkly lips ever were presented for the attention of my tongue, and I duly obliged. I had enough freedom now to look to the side and was able to see Fiona giving Richard a blow-job. I next felt a warm pussy clasp onto my cock and found that a strong pair of thighs was gripping my hips. Vee and Sue were embracing and kissing each other over the top of me, as the vagina with its crushing grip was doing its best to wring the life out of my cock.

On my right, Fiona was now kneeling on all fours and was being mounted from behind by Richard.

That night Vee shared our bed and we slept embracing each other.

* * *

The last day of the holiday was upon us. Was it that time already? How time flies. The morning sun was blasting down and sleep was impossible. I lay and felt a strange naked, exposed sensation in the nether regions, then I remembered the forced shave the previous evening. I inspected the results, I felt unusually smooth where I was used to feeling bristle and my cock looked naked without its usual fuzzy concealment.

Sue was watching me, leaning on one elbow. The bed-sheet had dropped to her waist and she made no attempt to conceal her nipples which were now browning after so much exposure. The slight breasts stood high against her chest, not much more than pectoral muscles. Vee still had her eyes closed but her breathing had quietened and it was clear that she had awakened.

"I need a shave myself" Sue announced. "I'm getting prickly." She gathered a towel to sit on and a razor and can of foam. "You can do me, if you want."

She lay back on the towel with her legs wide apart, presenting her pussy to me. I smoothed some foam over her pussy and scraped the razor across her skin, noticing that Vee was watching. I carefully shaved the labia, not wishing to damage the soft delicate skin. I finished by hoisting her bum in the air to allow better access to the area between the pussy and her butt.

Vee reached across and cradled my testicles, inspecting them closely. "You've got some stray hairs left, it's impossible to shave a man properly with just a razor. Too many wrinkles." She picked up a pair of tweezers from the bedside table and pushed me firmly down onto my back. Then I felt a series of stabs of pain in the scrotum as several hairs were plucked out.

Later when she was satisfied that I was completely hairless, we all walked down to the beach, leaving our clothes at the villa. There was a different atmosphere; a sense of recklessness and sadness, it being the last day. The sea was calm and yet again the sun was beating down, burning the parched land.

Vee picked up a rock and improvised a training routine, tossing it from hand to hand. As she lifted, her pectoral muscles caused her firm breasts to twitch. As she squatted and lunged, her thighs and buns bulged. Eventually Fiona suggested going for a dip. They paddled out into the first few inches of water but then Vee stood still, with her legs apart. There was then a splashing beneath her as she urinated openly into the sea.

The sisters giggled and then swam off into the distance and out of sight.

"This time tomorrow, we'll be flying." commented Sue inanely.

"Yes, provided I get medical clearance" replied Richard unexpectedly. He raised his leg in the air to show a cut on the sole of his foot. "I just stood on a sharp rock. Do you think they'll let someone on a plane when they're this seriously injured?"

We all laughed. "Let me have a look, I'm qualified. I saw a programme on the TV once about hospitals" giggled Sue. She caught hold of the bleeding foot and inspected it closely. "I can't see any way of you flying with this, hows your insurance?"

"It specifically excludes sole injuries, I think".

She firmly held the skin together. "It will be fine I expect, with some appropriate medical attention." Already the trickle of blood was congealing. She swivelled herself around and rested the foot on her thigh. She was now facing Richard and with her leg bent out at an angle, he was looking straight at her pussy. She seemed unaware of the exposure and scraped her fingernail along the arch of the sole. "I'll check your reflexes." His toes curled at the stimulation, so she repeated the movement.

"Ouch," he winced. "Can you call me an ambulance?"

"OK." Sue paused, then we both chanted together "You're an ambulance." 

We all laughed at the old joke. She ran her finger back over the arch then tickled, causing him to jump. However she held on firmly and prevented him from snatching his foot away. She ran her hand more gently over his foot and then started massaging it, continuing up his calf. Richard relaxed at first, but then a twitch of movement caught my attention - he was getting a lazy lob.

Sue glanced at me, she had noticed it too. The leg still rested on her thigh, but her hand repeatedly stroked from his toes, over the foot and calf, ever higher up towards his thigh. I grinned at her, as he pretended to relax into a sleep. Sue continued and adjusted her position again so that the foot was against her belly, with his heel against the smoothly shaved area. She was leaning forwards to reach his thigh at the end of the stroke, with her stiffening right nipple brushing his great toe. It was clear that she was enjoying the contact.

Soon her hands were massaging his calf and thigh, with his distinct half-hard now showing. Then his toes started to wiggle, tweaking the nipple form side to side. He definitely wasn't sleeping.

As Sue moved to the inner thigh, the leg moved to the side, allowing her hand to stroke right up to the groin. Then she lightly brushed his testicles and tickled them. Now he had a full hard-on with his slender cock curving out and upwards. His eyes opened and he moved his feet so that his soles were resting against Sue's breasts, bending his knees wide apart so that she was able to fondle his balls. He spread his toes so that her stiff nipples passed between them, then he gripped and tugged them to the sides. She breathed sharply but continued.

Richard repeated the tugging with his toes as she dragged her fingernails in a circular motion across his exposed scrotum, then she scratched along the perineum towards the cleft of his butt and his toes released her as his feet fell to the side. Her finger traced between his buttocks which clenched against the sensation. Then she caught hold of his penis and looked into my eyes asking for my approval as she started to wank him. 




Holiday Memories Ch. 02



He groaned as I nodded at Sue to continue. She shuffled forwards on her bottom and then suddenly she was sitting on him with her pussy pressed against his cock. She adjusted her labia so that they were either side of him and rocked, swivelling her hips to grind her clitoris against his cock. 

She moved forwards again so that his cock disappeared between the cheeks of her ass. Continuing with the swivelling motion my wife then caught hold of his cock and inserted it into her pussy. She sank right down onto it in a single smooth movement and continued with the grinding, still looking me straight in the eyes.

She mouthed at me 'OMG' and suddenly increased her pace as she came. She slumped over, then raised herself and disengaged him from her but still rubbing his penis against her clit and labia, moving occasionally so that he was between her ass cheeks. After a while he stiffened, groaned and relaxed.

Sue slowly stood and looked down at him, feet either side of his hips. Wetness was glistening in the sunlight across his stomach and trickling from the crack of her ass. She smiled and bent over, showing me the fluid dribbling down her thighs.

We cooled off together in the calm sea. Sue was unusually excited and splashed around vigorously, I guessed she was still buzzing from her orgasm. A good one always has an invigorating effect on her. 

"Did you notice the curve in his cock?" She whispered to me when we were alone for a moment. "The end of his knob got me right on the G-spot, it was incredible."

Shortly afterwards Fiona and Vee returned from their swim. Vee was still pulling a strong breast stroke with wide powerful leg kicks, Fiona was clearly tiring and dragged herself onto the beach with visible effort. Vee stood legs apart with the water streaming from her muscular thighs whilst she ran her fingers through her wet hair. The flat stomach muscles shone in the sunlight. "I should have shaved years ago, it's a fantastic feeling," she announced. 

I could agree with her there, the unfamiliar sensation of the breeze, sea and sun on skin normally covered by even a short covering of hair was difficult to ignore.

It was time for lunch and we climbed the hill back to the villa. Ahead of me Vee's toned rear flexed and her rippling back muscles gleamed as we toiled up the gulley for the last time. 

When we reached the villa Fiona slipped on a ripped vest-top that covered her shoulders from the sun but failed to conceal her nipples which peeked out from underneath. One of life mysteries, I thought. How can someone dressed like a slut still look so elegant and classy? I wore a T-shirt and nothing else, as did Sue and Richard.

We did some packing and cleared up after lunch, then relaxed poolside. In the evening we dressed and went out in the car to a restaurant. Wearing clothes after days on end with almost nothing felt strange, even just shorts and T-shirt. Sue borrowed a T shirt pulled to the side to expose a sexy bare shoulder, with a belt to turn it into a short dress. Vee had a backless top displaying her tanned body right down to her butt, which was covered with long loose pair of shorts. Fiona was effortlessly glamorous in a skin tight short dress with a laced cleavage. 

We chose a table on the promenade, watching the other holidaymakers stroll past in their finery. Some were pale newcomers, others tanned like ourselves. Occasionally a long-time resident would appear, burnt to a deep mahogany.

Afterwards we returned to the villa and as one we stripped off the clothes that now felt so restrictive.

We sat and relaxed over a final bottle of wine, Fiona idly fondled her husband with her foot until he was erect, Vee found some tweezers and plucked stray stubble from her pussy. I cuddled with Sue on the sofa, stroking her long nipples.

Sue took my hand and led me outside where the stars shone bright, reflecting in the pool. We stood by the wall and could hear the sea in the distance, the sound of waves on rocks carrying in the still air. As we stood, a shooting star flared across the sky and disappeared. Holding my testicles she knelt and took me into her warm mouth. Her tongue slithered along the underside of my penis and then her lips pinched against the glans, making it twitch.

She moved her hands to my hips before gripping by buttocks, digging her fingernails lightly into the flesh. She looked up and gazed into my eyes as she took me deeply into her throat. Again and again she sucked and blew until I was breathing heavily and ready to shoot. She nodded to me, urging me on and I let go, filling her mouth. When I was done she withdrew, stood and swallowed hard before licking her lips. She swallowed again and placed her arms around my neck for a kiss.

Vee appeared silently behind me and took my sticky penis in one hand, using the other to cup Sue's pussy. We paused to watch a plane slowly flashing red and white lights distantly in the sky.

Vee bent down and with her tongue lifted my softening dick and sucked it between her lips, licking all around it. When I was totally flaccid she released it and I could feel the cool night breeze again, cold against the dampness. Vee and Sue pressed stomachs together, then they rubbed bare clitorises for a time before settling onto a sun-lounger and making love. 

I left them alone and went back into the villa. Fiona and Richard were in their room but the door was wide open and they were fucking noisily. I lay on our bed and relaxed, looking at the ceiling and listening to the sounds of love-making.

* * *

We all woke early and breakfasted; we had to finish our packing and leave for the airport. All too soon it was time to depart so the car was loaded and fully dress for a change we all got in. Richard was driving and I sat alongside him with the three women in the back, Sue being the smallest ended in the middle. The journey passed without much conversation, typical of many end-of holiday journeys to the airport. I glanced back at one point and saw that they were all holding hands. 

On arrival at the airport departure lounge, it was time to say good-bye. The others were on a different flight so we had a group hug before Fiona, Richard and Vee made their way to their gate. Their flight was soon called so we waved farewell and watched them disappear.

I noticed tears in Sue's eyes as we found a café in order to pass the couple of hours until our flight was due. "You okay?"

"I didn't expect that at all." she sighed. "I wasn't really looking forward to the trip, it was only because the villa was free that I agreed. What a surprise it turned out."



Holiday Memories



This carried on for several minutes, she certainly had some strong stomach muscles to keep her feet in the air for such a time. Eventually the pressure started to rise and I could feel the inevitable happy ending near. Those glorious lips had separated to envelope my toe and allow it to press harder against her button of a clitoris which was now clearly exposed. With a rush my release came. I felt a sudden stillness from Fiona who I saw had a slight smile on her face. I looked down and saw glistening fluid running down her leg as I tried to catch my breath. "That didn't take long" she said before rising to her feet and diving from the rocks into the sea.

I watched the crystal clear water swirl and froth as the woman glided away. I saw that she had left her thong behind and decided to follow. I dived deep into the sea, suddenly cold again. When I surfaced I saw that she was already climbing back out again, water dripping from her bare limbs and forming a puddle around her as she stood running her hands through her hair. She caught hold of her scrap of a swimsuit and purse then without further ado dived straight over my head, holding the items. I slowly climbed out and sat naked for a while waiting but it was apparent that she was gone. Well, I thought - that had blown things, to coin a phrase. That was one encounter that was not likely to be repeated soon, with that premature finish I doubted that I had any credibility left at all.

I eventually retrieved my shorts and swam gently back to the beach where Sue was still stretched out. I sat on my towel next to the parasol and let myself dry in the sun. Sue raised her head "Where did you go?"

"Just around the point, there's only rocks for miles." I replied.

"I thought so" she replied and shut her eyes again.

* * *

That night we ate at a local restaurant overlooking the sea. As mentioned, the resort was small and there was a limited choice of eating places, so it wasn't the first time we had visited those premises. Our table had a good view of the moon reflected on the dark calm sea as we waited for our food. 

Sue quietly nudged me. "There's Fiona and Richard". I glanced around and saw the pair with their young daughter on another table. Fiona met our gaze and then walked across to us. She wore a short black halter-necked dress cut low at the back, hanging loosely at the top showing an expanse of side-boob but clinging tightly around her hips. It looked absolutely stunning against her tanned body.

There was clearly no bra underneath and as far as I could see no other underwear either. No visible thong above the rear where the cleft of her bum was almost showing, just a pair of high heels on her feet and sparkling earrings.

I was wearing a T shirt and shorts, as were with many of the clientèle of the premises. Underneath I was not wearing underwear, preferring some circulation of air in the nether regions in the heat. Sue wore a loose sun-dress off the shoulders with an elasticated band holding it over her boobs and I knew that she just wore a pair of thong panties beneath. Not that her breasts ever needed a bra and there was little likely-hood of meeting anyone we knew.

The two women greeted and had another banal conversation about the weather. I was content to sit silently and gaze at the side-boob on view, with the nipple concealed by the thinnest of cloth. Eventually the breast turned and jiggled as its owner returned to her table and I found that our meal had miraculously appeared whilst I was concentrating elsewhere.

After we had eaten and were both sipping a rather pleasant and fruity local red wine, I felt the need to answer a call of nature. I had drunk a little more wine than I was used to, Sue considerably more; she is a very light drinker normally. The facilities were a short walk away along a vine-covered verandah with bunches of grapes hanging low. As I was returning, admiring the reflections of the moon and stars in the sea, I suddenly felt a tug on my arm. I turned and found that Fiona was standing in the shadows of the vine and was beckoning me into a recess, almost completely hidden.

Without a word, she pulled me into the gloom and then slid a hand down the waistband of my shorts. My lack of underwear gave very easy access to a small cool hand which cupped my balls, whilst her other hand draped over my shoulder and a mouth found my lips. She tasted of grilled fish and wine. After a few seconds she pulled away and the hand over my shoulder slid to my wrist which was pulled down under the short black dress. 

I found that my earlier assessment was correct as I touched the softest of bare flesh, quite smooth and and easily parted as one of her thighs raised in the air. The moistness of her pussy made it simple for a middle finger to enter the warm cavity as she kissed me again. "My God, I've been waiting for that," she murmured as my thumb found the raised bud of her clitoris and her hips moved to press against my hand.

I then found her belly slide down against my hand as she lowered herself to her knees. "Stand still, don't mess my hair." she muttered as my stiff cock was freed from my shorts and I felt a warm pair of lips encompassing me. The sensation of a mouth sucking on my erection soon developed with a rhythm that promised joys ahead. 

Then a chilly draught of night air was on on my moist member as she withdrew, stood upright and pressed me down to my knees to return the favour. 

In the darkness I found the dress being placed over my head and the warm pussy pressed against my face, the tight material preventing any great movement. Her legs were wide apart inviting my tongue between the labia, wet with her secretions. As I found her stiff clitoris she tensed and I heard her breathing increase. I worked the willing flesh with my tongue until she caught hold of the back of my head and rubbed by face firmly against her. I heard a groan and she relaxed, removing the dress from over my head to allow me to move once more.

I stood and saw that she was leaning against the timbers of the verandah, with a gaze across the horizon. Then she breathed in, sighed and stood upright. She had beads of perspiration on her cheeks and her nipples were poking clearly through the thin dress.

"You owed me that," she whispered brushing down her dress. She strode out of the recess and back into the restaurant leaving me with my cock sticking out of the top of my shorts, refusing to allow itself to be tucked back in. It took some minutes before I was in a fit state to be able to return to the table where Sue looked a bit frosty. 

"You were a long time," she glowered. 

"There was a queue." I replied picking up my glass. "Well, there is now. Good luck with the air freshener on that stink."

"Ugh, you're disgusting." she giggled.

* * *

We finished the wine and paid the bill as the restaurant started to empty. It was nearly midnight and there was no real night-life on the island beyond a small number of bars that closed shortly after the restaurants. Sue suggested that we take a stroll back to the hotel along the beach in the moonlight instead of the unlit and somewhat rough road, so we made our way down some wooden steps to the sand. 

The wine had been very pleasant and the complementary brandy which arrived with the bill was making its effect on me, so I expected that Sue was also feeling it although she always denies the effect of alcohol. Away from the smells of the restaurant, the scent of the nearby pine forest was floating headily on the night air. It was suddenly quiet with just the ripples of the sea on the shore providing the only soundtrack.

Sue slipped off her shoes and carried them, and after a few yards I followed suit. In contrast to the burn of the daytime, the sand felt cool and soothing underfoot. We followed the edge of the cliff in the peace of the night for a while. "Lets sit for a while, that wine has gone to my head." Sue suggested, unusually admitting to some intoxication. We sat on the sand, with the rest of the world concealed by the low cliff behind us.

I then felt Sue's hand straying to my groin and tugging down on the zipper of my shorts. Her fingers encircled my cock and she held it loosely as it rose to the occasion, its earlier stimulation having left me fully fired. She started moving her hand in a way that she knew would excite me and I moved my hand between her legs. Her thighs parted in return allowing my fingers to touch her over the panties, then I felt her other hand move the material to one side, exposing the moist flesh to my touch. 

With a feather-light touch I stroked her inner thigh for some moments, teasing and taunting, moving ever closer before moving to brush her most sensitive spot. She had spent an interminable time getting ready for the evening earlier and now her pubic area was quite smooth. 'The guy who invented tweezers deserved a medal', I thought.

She shifted and pulled my shorts down. As I was sitting I had to raise myself a few inches to permit the action, and when I sat again with the shorts around my ankles, the cold sand was a brief surprise against my flesh. Suddenly Sue was straddling my lap facing me, her hand aimed my cock still as she positioned herself carefully and sank onto it. When she was fully penetrated she commenced rocking back and fore. I steadied her by holding her bum, still wearing her panties yanked to the side as she moved, pressing herself against the trimmed hairs of my groin.

We came together and sat for a while, breathing heavily together. I gently lowered the elasticated top of the dress down and stroked her tiny breasts slowly, lightly touching the nipples which I knew would cause them to become rigid. With the dress around her waist I returned to softness beneath her and eventually my wife eased herself off me and stood up. She pulled her white panties down and removed them. 

"I'm all sticky now," she announced. "It's pouring out of me, I need to wash". She pulled her dress back up over her boobs, modesty returning as usual, but then lifted the hem, exposing herself in the moonlight. Strangely Sue has always been more shy about her boobs than her pussy. I stood and stepped out of the shorts which had remained around my ankles.

We walked together across the dark, empty beach and into the sea, she holding her dress waist-high showing her pert little bottom, me just wearing my T shirt with my cock and balls exposed. She bent over and rinsed her panties in the water, her feet wide apart against the movement of the waves and her pussy glistening in the reflected moonlight and the distant village street lights. By the time we reached deeper water, Sue had her dress lifted to her armpits to avoid the waves. 

She used her free hand to wash between her legs whilst the water lapped around me, chill against my shrivelling testicles. She then caught hold of my penis and swished it one-handed in the sea, making sure that my foreskin was fully pulled back. When all traces of our love-making were removed she pulled close, raised her face and we kissed me tenderly on the lips before we returned to the shore. I found my shorts and dressed on the beach, she handing me her soaking wet panties which I squeezed out and then placed in my pocket. We then returned to our hotel, both without underwear.

* * *

The next day we returned to the beach. On the walk there Fiona was there again, today wearing a vest bikini top with thin straps and a very tight bikini bottom styled as a pair of denim shorts. It showed every contour and looked spectacular. This time however it was her husband who spoke to us. "Hi, we saw you in the restaurant last night, what a gorgeous evening." Fiona didn't show any reaction and I tried to keep my face straight. 

"We took a stroll back afterwards along the beach, did we see you taking a midnight dip?"

"Yes," replied Sue. "It was lovely and refreshing." In fairness, she also kept a good poker-face.

"It certainly looked so, we nearly joined you but Cress was in the crèche and we needed to collect her."

So their daughter's name was Cress, I thought. Was that short for Cressida?

"Next time, please do." Sue rejoined before settling to her book. Soon we were alone again.

"Well well, you're never really by yourselves. That would have been interesting," she commented when were alone once more.

"What would you have done if they had?" I asked.

"All depends I suppose, if they had been in the mood for romance; I've never watched another couple screwing, perhaps they would have just watched us." Sue pondered. "I don't think it would have put me off, I was way too horny, it took me all my time to wait till we were on the beach. I couldn't even slow down enough to take my knickers off." 

I was taken by surprise by this, normally Sue is much more reticent about such things and not at all an exhibitionist. "There was something about the smell of the barbecue, the warm breeze from the pine trees and the wine, it really got me going."

"Yeah, I noticed" I replied. 

I started reading my book but after a while while I became a bit bored with it, so told Sue that I was going for a dip. I couldn't see Fiona and her husband so swam out and around the point to the concealed spot I had been to the day previously. It was empty and I lay down in the secluded space. As the sun beat down I took off my shorts and basked in the heat until I fell asleep.

* * *

I was suddenly awakened by a freezing cold wet hand on my balls. I jumped up to find my head crashing against another person. 

When I collected myself, I found that a naked Fiona was kneeling over me with knees straddling my face so that I was looking straight at her pussy. I'd recognise those lips anywhere. She was fondling my testicles and her whole body was wet with cold sea water. She gradually lowered herself against my face and I realised how much I had warmed in the Greek sun. Her glistening pussy against me was refreshingly cool and her hands soon had the desired effect. Those gorgeous labia were spread wide apart and I took the hint and began to lick along them. 

With her thighs being so wide apart, I found that I had a clear view of the puckered anus which was flexing gently. The bum then gradually moved down towards my chin and I felt a warmness on my cock as the cool hands were replaced by her mouth. The ass then curled down and the anus then started to press against my chin. I placed my hands against the smooth buttocks and tentatively ran my tongue around, circling the tight opening. 

Instantly she wriggled her hips and then pressed back against me. I didn't detect any protest so I repeated the movement. "Mmmmm" I heard, followed by a slurping on my penis which felt a tightness as my foreskin was pulled right back. I felt the sharpness of her teeth being drawn along that most sensitive of areas and she settled down to give me a slow, relaxing blow job as I varied my attentions with my tongue between her pussy and anus.

After several minutes she knelt up and indicated for me to enter her from behind. I placed my cock against her vagina which opened to allow me access. She was nowhere near as tight as Sue, but she had a tremendous internal grip and I could then watch myself plunging between those labia with the crinkly edges as I felt her muscles clench and relax. She stopped after a while and said "Don't come inside me." 

This was more difficult to achieve than say but as soon as she felt the tempo rise as I reached fulfilment she moved suddenly, so that I was withdrawn, before moving her ass back towards me. The end of my cock was pressing against the crack as I came, with some of the spurts running down the cleavage of her ass towards her pussy.

She turned and looked down between her thighs to check out the deposits. "Just in time" she commented and as before, dived into the sea to wash before returning to lay down on her belly alongside me. 

After about an hour of nude sunbathing she retrieved her denim print bikini bottom from a rock. She put it on, making sure that it fitted right up between her buttocks and dived into the sea. She hadn't brought her vest with her so I watched the bum glide effortlessly away and waited a decent interval before following.

* * *

That night was the last of the holiday. We stayed in the hotel bar which hosted a quiz night and we had a good fill of Greek wine and a local clear fire-water. The barman was proud of this ferocious spirit; personally I would have reserved it for cleaning drains.

Sue and I wandered back down towards the beach to while away some time before bedtime. However instead of going down to the sand we made our way along the grassy top of the low cliff. The moonlight gave us ample illumination although there were some clouds in the sky being blown gently by a warm breeze. We found a quiet spot to sit and look at the view, and settled down on a patch of soft grass with our legs hanging over the edge. I had a small bottle of local brandy which we shared as the crickets chirped in the trees behind us. 

We appeared to be alone in the world and I felt a hand creep up the loose leg of my shorts until I was being fondled in the darkness. I moved my arm around her waist and inside her top until my fingers reached an erect nipple. Together we caressed each other gently then Sue freed me from my shorts and gripped me. I stroked her from her belly, rising up to brush the lower part of her breast below the nipple before returning. This area I knew was especially sensitive for her. Soon she snuggled down and I could feel her warm breath through the cool evening air as she masturbated me determinedly.

Sue rolled over onto her back and allowed me to remove her shorts and panties to enter her, making sure that she was able to grip me between her legs and fix the pace to her satisfaction. As usual Sue's orgasm was enough to send me over the edge.

When our breathing had calmed sufficiently I could hear the insects still chirruping but there was no other sound. As we lay relaxing, Sue spoke. "Do you fancy another dip like last night?" We rose and as she collected her clothes I pulled up my shorts. We were able to scramble down to the beach without walking far along the path, Sue was clearly feeling bold as she didn't put her panties and shorts on but carried them in her hand. When we reached the sand she paused and removed her vest top boldly so that she stood nude. "Well, are you coming or what?" I looked around nervously. "It's dark and cloudy and no-one will see."

This holiday was certainly having an effect on Sue who would never normally had been as confident as this. It was true that the cloud masking the moon had darkened the beach considerably since the previous night but there were enough stars to provide light to walk by. She strode out of the shadows and waited while I removed my shorts and T shirt. 

We left our clothes in a pile and walked with our arms around each others' waists to the sea. I could feel the breeze on one side and the warm skin of my wife on the other as we splashed through the waves until Sue was able to float comfortably.

She swam slowly in front of me and reached out to grasp my penis which she fondled in the water as I stood before her. She then moved closely so that she was able to nuzzle it with her nose. She stood and laughed. "I don't know why we never tried this before, it's a funny feeling not having a costume." We played and splashed around for some minutes before it started to feel chill in the night air. We started to make our way back towards the shore, but when we were in just a few inches of water she stopped suddenly. "Who's that," she gasped.

When I peered through the gloom I could see a couple walking straight towards us across the sand. Sue instinctively put her arms around herself and jumped behind me to hide her nakedness but there was no escape, the strangers were already splashing through the water. Moreover, I saw that they themselves were also nude and then I recognised them as Fiona and her husband.




Holiday Memories



Neither seemed surprised to see us. Nor did they make any attempt to cover their bodies. "Hi!" called Richard. "You said earlier to join you in a dip, we saw you coming out, do you mind?"

It was pointless to argue, Sue had indeed said that they should. She was clearly nervous now it had happened and kept one hand in front of her chest, but she slowly dropped her other arm from her untanned groin glowing white in the starlight. Her backside also appeared luminous contrasting to the tanned bodies of the other two. "We usually go on holiday to places with naturist beaches." Richard continued. "We got a bit caught out with this island, it feels strange to have to cover up all the time. It's a relief to be able to have a proper swim. It's our last day so we were determined to go for it."

We found ourselves returning back into the deeper water and Fiona and Richard swam briefly through the waves. Fiona then stood up and went back to Sue for a chat whilst I was able to swim in the deeper water, keeping Richard company. There wasn't much to be said between two nude blokes and so shortly we swam back to the ladies. Sue had gradually relaxed and had moved one of her hands to rest on her hips, so that she was partially showing herself as they talked. She was waist deep so was mostly concealed below anyway, but this was a big occasion for her to be topless like this.

Together we all left the sea and crossed the beach to where our clothes were and collecting them, we continued to where Sue and Richard had left theirs. It seemed strangely normal to be walking without clothing, having conversations with people we really barely knew. When we reached the path, we all dressed together. Fiona had a loose dress, Richard shorts and polo shirt, and we climbed the hill back to the hotel.

Sue and Fiona chatted like old friends on the walk back up. Richard invited us to their room for a nightcap, so we agreed. There were apparently a couple of bottles of wine left that needed drinking; it would be a waste to leave them behind. They had to call in to the crèche which was closing to collect their daughter, Cress. We climbed the stairs to their room, the child sleepy in her mother's arms after the kiddies' evening entertainment. 

Cress was put straight to bed without a murmur and we adjourned to the balcony overlooking the mountains and the sea. The moon had put in an appearance and was glinting off the sea in the distance but our side of the hotel was in its shadow. The air was still warm especially after the exertion of the climb from the beach and we sat on sun loungers bathed in perspiration. Fiona switched off the electric light in the room and drew the curtain behind us so that we were lit only by the stars. She stood looking over the balustrade and then discarded the flimsy garment that she had worn.

"It's so hot," she sighed, raising her arms and letting the breeze flow over her naked body with breasts lifted high. The curtain twitched behind us and she was suddenly illuminated as Richard came through carrying a bottle of wine and a fistful of glasses. The curtain closed behind him, leaving Fiona in the dim blue light once more. She ran her fingers through her damp hair before picking up a towel from a folded pile in the corner and rubbing her head dry. She produced a brush and quickly produced her spiky hair style. She threw down the towel onto a plastic chair and sat on it, legs carelessly splayed in the semi-light.

Richard was now just wearing a towel round his waist. He put the glasses and bottle on the low table and removed the towel, rubbing his chest briefly with it before draping it over another spare chair and sitting down. Both were completely unabashed with their nudity. "It's the best thing about this room, the balcony is not overlooked." Richard commented. He picked up a couple of towels from the pile. "We're not keen on getting arrested." He gave us a towel each and poured the wine into the glasses. "Here, if you want to feel the evening breeze go ahead." 

Sue took a towel from him and sat holding it for a second. To my astonishment she then laid it over the lounger and calmly removed her vest top and sat topless, pink nipples erect. Then she loosened her shorts and pulled them and her panties down. She sat with her knees together and hunched slightly forwards so that her pussy was concealed but this was still further than I had ever imagined she would go in public.

I casually removed my clothes also. I saw that Richard was clean shaven in the pubic area, but as Fiona sat with her pussy on show and her hands behind her head I noticed something that I had completely missed previously - that there were dark curls of hair in her armpits. I must have been too engrossed with checking out her tits. She then casually moved one of her hands across and started running her fingers through her underarm hair.

"We really love being naked outside" Fiona commented, twiddling with the wisps. "It's a shame naturism isn't accepted everywhere." I couldn't help but agree, feeling the gentle breeze scented with pine forestry across my body. Richard reached for the bottle and poured more wine. As he stood forwards his penis was clearly slightly aroused but not fully erect. I was grateful for my earlier exertions with Sue. My equipment was pointed resolutely downwards. It was also generously sized in comparison to Richard's, not that I've made any scientific study comparing it to many men.

I leaned back in the seat and slowly Sue followed suit, relaxing her position to show herself more. Then she even stretched out her legs so that she wasn't even concealing her pussy from the others. 

Soon, as the conversation continued Richard went to fetch another bottle. Fiona stood leaning on the balcony railing and when Richard returned he put the bottle on the table and stood behind her, sliding his arms around her waist. He cupped her breasts affectionately and kissed her neck.

She turned her head to kiss him on the lips and started fondling his penis until it was fully erect. I saw that it was a little shorter and narrower than my erection but with a slight curve upwards. I glanced at Sue who was open-mouthed at this display just inches away from her on the narrow balcony. 

Fiona turned away towards the view, so that her back was towards Richard and he resumed cupping and stroking her breasts from behind. She reached behind and manoeuvred his erection between her thighs. Then she leaned forwards at the hips and then I realised that he had entered her and they were slowly moving together. She braced herself against the railing as the motion increased.

Sue reached across and cupped my balls with one hand. She was amazing me more every minute. She continued to fondle me and eventually my body responded to the touch. I put my arm around her shoulder and stroked her breast, the nipple rising in response.

Fiona stood up and Richard withdrew, moving away and resting his arms on the railing. He was still completely erect but didn't seem embarrassed. "It's been a great holiday, Fiona has really enjoyed herself she tells me."

Fiona nodded, keeping a straight face. "It's been awfully hot but otherwise it's been fantastic."

I caught a glance from Sue, it was well past midnight and time for bed; heck, soon it would be daylight. We made comments about the lateness of the hour and dressed quickly, Sue slipping on my T shirt as a cover-up, I just with my shorts and we left the apartment carrying the rest of our clothes making ludicrously polite thanks for the wine and a pleasant evening.

The next day we returned to the airport for our flight home. As the plane took off I looked through the window and could see the golden beaches sprinkled with tourists, some watching; others being watched as they lay and walked on the sand under the ever-pitiless sun.