1 comments/ 9290 views/ 1 favorites Holiday Romance Ch. 01 By: Flaouterakh Ch. 01: Night Picnic The train journey was long, 500 miles. It had been difficult, with delays and problems, and Jeannie was so tired as she arrived at journey's end. She wearily managed her suitcase off the train, and stood on the platform and looked around. The few people who had shared the small train with her to this remote place in the north of Scotland had been locals, being met by friends, getting into their own cars in the car park. Her hire car was nowhere to be seen, and she was alone on the station in the dead of night. But she was not quite alone. He was there again. He must have been well into his fifties, nicely mature, tall and slim, with smiling blue eyes, greying hair, open shirt revealing a St Christopher pendant nestling in dark chest hair. At her age, a decade younger, he was the type she would certainly go for. His name was Cliff. He was American, a writer and photographer, now living and working on the island which was just a mile across the water. She had seen him twice along the way, the first time being when he helped her with her suitcase on the mainline station, and they chatted in the queue at the ticket barrier. She had thought that the woman standing near him was his wife, and when Jeannie pointed out that she had gone without him, he explained that he was not married. Jeannie was mortified, but he laughed. She liked his polite, easy manner, gentle American accent, and ready smile. Later, she saw him come through the train towards the buffet car, and they had another pleasant chat. She wanted to know him more, but probably this was just going to be a brief encounter. So here he was, fortunately for her taking his time to leave the station. She explained the lack of hire car, and he offered to wait with her for a little while. He told her a little about his work, how he had been down south on business, how he had to return to the rat race every now and then to maintain a profile. He asked her what she was doing in those parts, and she explained that she was on a photography trip herself, worked into her annual holiday. Thinking she definitely wanted to meet him again, she told him where she was staying, in the guise of asking him whether it was a nice place. And then the lady arrived with the hire car, and she hadn't finished talking to this guy, hadn't sealed the possibility of future meetings which she knew she wanted. He looked dismayed too, but just said "Probably see you around, it's a small island," and that was that. Jeannie felt keenly the lost opportunity, remembering the chemistry between her and Cliff, knowing he was geographically close, but unattainable as she had lost him. Her holiday continued for some days, negotiating mountain roads, discovering castles and standing stones, spotting wildlife and generally taking in the beautiful scenery. On the fourth day, Cliff came to the guest house. Jeannie was surprised and delighted, although her outward demeanour was just calmly friendly. The hostess made them a pot of tea in the lounge, they sat and chatted, and Cliff stated his purpose: to invite Jeannie on a photography trip to a certain part of the coastline, where there was a colony of rare sea eagles, and he would bring a picnic for them to enjoy at the same time. She had to see this, and she had to see Cliff, and he knew it. Exercising due caution, Jeannie drove her own car to the village nearest to the bird sanctuary, and sure enough, Cliff was in the car park, waiting outside his American Chevrolet 4x4. This had not been bought from America, but had British plates, and it stood out from the other vehicles. She saw him first, and had chance to have a good look at him before he greeted her. And she liked what she saw. Cliff was a little older than her, with greying dark hair, but still very handsome and well-kept, wearing chino slacks, a showerproof jacket and walking boots. His long legs were shapely under the chino, and her gaze travelled upward, lingering on the slim hips and broad shoulders. She was beginning to feel aroused already.... They said hi, and just stood there shyly in the car park. Then both spoke at once, he with "so you found it all right...." she with "I'm not late I hope...." , and they both burst out laughing. They donned rucksacks and set off along the soft grass above the shoreline, he putting his hand on hers as he held a gate for her. As she climbed over a stile, he took her arm to steady her, and after she landed, he deliberately stood holding her too long, his gaze lingering on her face, and travelling downwards a little, before coming back to reality and moving on. Cliff told Jeannie about the sea eagles which nested on the crags above where they were heading, how they were Arctic birds, which summered down here in Scotland. He said how they mated for life, and only produced two or three chicks per year. Jeannie listened, but was distracted by how attractive Cliff was, how much she would like to feel those strong arms encircle her, pick her up, carry her to some quiet corner.... She was brought to the present again as Cliff suggested they sat and rested. They sat down on the grass, she deliberately sitting next to him, near to him, as he poured them a coffee from a flask in his rucksack. He explained that the picnic basket was back in the Chevy, and he would go back for it later, when they were ready to eat. They sat in companionable silence, staring at the tempestuous sea and drinking their coffee. At one point Jeannie shivered in the strong breeze, at which Cliff took off his jacket and wrapped it around her shoulders. As he placed his arms around her shoulders, settling the coat, his face was right in front of hers. He was so tempted to kiss her full, pink lips, stroke her smooth cheeks. She in turn looked into his eyes, unable to disguise her desire, but just murmuring "thank you for the coat". As they walked on, the storm began to ease, and they chatted as they walked, sometimes about mundane things, sometimes details of themselves. The sun came out again, and it was excellent weather for photographing the birds, both on the ledges and in the air. Presently they came to the hide, from where they could see an outcrop of rock where there were breeding chicks. Inside, as they looked through the narrow slot, Cliff stood close to Jeannie, just behind her, and as he handed her the binoculars, he brushed against her body. She leaned back, almost lying back on his chest, and turned her face to him slightly. He put the binoculars down and, taking her chin so gently in his fingers, he drew her nearer to him, and kissed her on the cheek. They looked long at each other, and she turned fully towards him, matching her body to his as they enjoyed a prolonged and passionate kiss. Cliff held Jeannie to him, moulding her body to his, feeling her full breasts crushed against him. He felt a stirring in his loins, felt his cock begin to harden, and his hand travelled down her spine and alighted at her waist. He held her away from him a little, and they smiled at each other, before kissing again and again, beginning to be hot and urgent. Cliff's hand went under Jeannie's sweater, and he caressed the bare flesh of her back, travelled over her bra strap. Jeannie curled with pleasure, which brought her loins against his, and she felt his bulge against her belly as he pushed against her. Cliff continued to stroke her back, moving downwards now, and dipping his hand down slightly into the back of her slacks. Jeannie moaned softly, and tightened her arms around Cliff's waist, un-tucking his shirt and stroking the base of his spine, pulling him near to her, and sending him crazy. Cliff now stepped back a little, and starting at Jeannie's waist, he began to slide his hand upwards, and found her breasts. He cupped first one then the other through the lacy fabric of her plunge-neck bra, gently enclosing her soft flesh through the thin material. They continued kissing thus for a few moments, then Cliff stood back and slipped her sweater off her, revealing her pretty bra, which showed off her full cleavage to its best advantage. After a moment of admiration when he traced his fingers down her cleavage, he reached behind her, unfastened the bra and took it off her. His finger and thumb found one of her nipples, and squeezed the tip a little so that it hardened, then did the same to the other breast. Cliff deftly unbuttoned his shirt and slipped it off. For a long moment they regarded each other's bare flesh, he taking in her full, mature breasts and her soft arms and shoulders. Cliff leaned forward and gently kissed and gripped Jeannie's pink, round nipples, drawing them out to erect points, accentuated by the fresh outdoor air, then circling around the soft pink surround with one finger to excite them still more, which made Jeannie moan with pleasure. As Cliff stood up straight again for a moment, Jeannie's hands alighted on Cliff's chest, stroking gently, feeling the curly hair, feeling his strong muscles, letting her hands stray downwards along the trail of hair which disappeared into his trousers, and teasingly ran her fingers quickly into his waistband, pulling it slightly before stepping back, smiling. Cliff was getting very excited now, stroking Jeannie's breasts one more time, then his hands travelled gently down her stomach to her waist. He hooked one finger into her waistband at each side, and gently pulled down her slacks, out of which she stepped elegantly. She was wearing lacy French knickers to match the bra, fitting in the waist, loose at the leg, accentuating the roundness of her hips. Jeannie reached out once more to Cliff, firmly ran the fingers of one hand down his fly, feeling his hard bulge, and began again to toy with the fastening. Cliff helped her by unzipping his fly, revealing the dark curly hair on his belly, disappearing into his sheer cotton briefs. Jeannie took the waistband of his trousers, and Cliff moved obligingly as she carefully manoeuvred the trousers over his obvious erection, pulled them down, and he stepped out of them. Like this, they closed together again in an embrace, Jeannie just lightly touching her soft breasts to Cliff's strong chest, and moving so that her nipples teased and stroked him, and he crushed her to him and kissed her passionately, holding her lower body to him, his fingers going up the leg of her French knickers to squeeze her buttock gently. Jeannie found all this so arousing, as his hard erection, straining at the briefs, pushed into her belly, and made her lean into him all the more. Cliff slowly took off Jeannie's underwear and his own briefs, and they stood naked, hungrily devouring the sight of each other. Cliff looked around the hide, and not finding favour with it, took Jeannie's hand and led her outside, where a spectacular sunset now filled the sky. The clouds were coloured purple, etched in gold around the edges. In other places the sky was tinged with every shade of pink and purple. Jeannie and Cliff walked a little way, hand in hand, he enjoying the sight of her breasts swaying as she walked, and her nipples tautening in the coolness of the evening, and she admiring his erect penis, which was at a nearly vertical angle, drawing the skin from around his balls, surrounded by curly dark hair. After a few yards Cliff had found the right place, and in the golden evening light, between the gorse bushes and the reeds, he laid Jeannie down on the soft green grass, and started to make love to her. He laid her down on her back, and first kissing her on the lips, his mouth moved down her body with wet kisses, travelling over her breasts and nipples, caressing, tickling, exciting, which caused her to cry out with pleasure. He continued to plant small moist kisses on her body, moving down over her belly, until he found her dark curls. He ran his tongue down each side of her groin, on finishing each stroke flicking it against the pink folds of skin half hidden under the curls. Jeannie moaned, and reaching down pulled Cliff's head down into her groin. He parted the pink folds of skin and plunged his tongue down into her moist depths as far as he could go, tasting and savouring her juices, and running the tip of his tongue around her moist labia, and straight onto her clitoris, which made her gasp with pleasure. He also grasped the pink skin in his mouth, and pulled slightly, then let go, before plunging his tongue into her again, this time finding her G-spot, running his tongue upwards over the raised surface, causing different juices to emerge and making Jeannie gasp with excitement. Cliff loved to taste a woman in this way, and for some time he ate and drank of her, kissing, caressing, licking and chewing her delicious wet flesh, until she started to become urgent. His balls had been aching, his cock fit to burst, and now, as he felt that she was approaching her climax, he plunged his big cock into her soft, wet pussy, kept it in, and moved in a circular motion so as to press her G-spot firmly. Jeannie arched herself and began to come, and as she hit her climax, Cliff pulled out of her and watched her spasms, watched her pink flesh contract, and watched the gush of hot fluid escape her, as she cried out in pleasure. Rubbing the hot liquid all around the outside of her pussy, he plunged his cock back in, and pumped and thrust inside her until he too started to come, at which he withdrew, leaned back a little, took the head of his cock in his hand, and with a loud groan, shot his load all over Jeannie's already hot, wet body. He fell forward onto Jeannie, calling her darling, telling her he loved her and, taking some of his weight onto his hands, lay down gently on top of her, feeling his hot ejaculation on her breasts and belly, and her hot liquid on her thighs. They lay thus for a little while, then Cliff took handfuls of the soft grass and gently cleaned both Jeannie and himself, before coming to rest beside her. Now night had fallen, and as they looked up at the starry sky, as the last embers of light were disappearing below the horizon, they realised they had another appetite to satisfy.......... Holiday Romance Ch. 02 Chapter 2: Night Picnic On holiday in northern Scotland, Jeannie had met Cliff, an American who now lived on the island, during the train journey north. She had chatted with him twice at different points in the journey, was instantly attracted to him, and knew he felt the same way. When she was stranded at the destination, he kept her company for a while, and although she tried to let him know how to contact her without being obvious, she had to go before the conversation was finished. For four days she heard nothing, and then Cliff contacted her to invite her out bird-watching and to a picnic the following day. The physical attraction between them was such that they could not, and did not want to, resist, and they had made love on the open ground in the light of the sunset... Back in the bird watching hide, Cliff dressed quickly and left Jeannie readying herself in a more leisurely fashion as he hurried back to the 4x4 to fetch the picnic things. Jeannie remained on the bench, looking out at the starry sky and contemplating what had just happened. A few days ago she had not even known that this man existed, then she had met him, had lost him, and he had found her again. She had developed deep feelings for him in this short time of knowing him, and that was why she did not hesitate to give herself to him so gladly this evening. Or maybe she just had the hots for him, bowled over by his manner, his charm, and his looks. Even now she felt the stirrings again as she recalled his hands all over her flesh, on her intimate parts, arousing and pleasuring her as she had never known before. She recalled seeing his erect member and wanting him inside her, wanting to feel the pleasure of his penetration, wanting to feel his mouth upon her, wanting to see his seed flow over her body. She recalled how she had given herself to him, opened herself to him, received him in her, and responded to him as he brought her to her climax. And thinking of all this, she just wanted more and more, and could feel the desire and longing returning in her loins. As Cliff walked briskly back to the car, he recalled the pleasure he had had with this sweet, desirable lady, who had turned out to be passionate beyond promise. He contemplated her rounded, mature body, knowing, experienced, well able to please. He visualised her round breasts with large pink nipples which stood out in the outdoor air, and he knew he wanted to taste them again tonight. He visualised her belly, her dark curls, her groin, her soft wet pussy, and his cock awakened at the thought of tasting these again tonight. This was going to be some night. Jeannie saw Cliff return to the hide, somewhat laden down with a basket, a cool-bag and a couple of rugs. He said he did not require any help, would set up just the other side of the promontory, and would be back for her shortly. He was as good as his word; within about ten minutes he was back, and taking her hand, he led her over the rocky promontory to the picnic. Jeannie was taken aback at the scene which then met her eyes. The ground sloped quite steeply from the rocky crags above, down to the shore, and in a small gorge flowed a stream. The pure water shone in the moonlight as it tumbled down the slope, white foam cresting as it tumbled down a series of small waterfalls. Its sound was musical and relaxing. Jeannie saw where Cliff had set down the rugs and basket, and noticed with pleasant surprise that he had placed candles on every available ledge and high place around the rug and across both banks of the stream. There was an uncountable number of them, burning brightly in the now still night air, which lent a romantic and sensual air to the scene. Jeannie thrilled to the atmosphere of this place, and her anticipation heightened. Cliff led her between the candles, to where she sat down with him on the rug, and the feast began. Firstly he poured white wine from bottles chilled in the cool-bag, adding a little soda water to make a spritzer, and Jeannie sipped her drink as he unpacked the meal. He had opened a can of beer for himself, which he sipped in between arranging the French bread baguettes filled with continental meats and slices of cheese, and putting out fresh fruit salad and single cream for dessert. Before starting to eat, they drank for a while, and leaned towards each other and kissed passionately. Cliff sometimes placed a small piece of food into Jeannie's mouth, holding her close to him and kissing her as she ate it. Jeannie teased Cliff by offering food, then snatching it away, and then relenting. They chatted a little as they ate, about the bird-watching they had done earlier, but too shy to mention directly their torrid lovemaking afterwards. As the meal went on, and more wine was taken, they sat closer so as to be touching, the offering of food became more frequent, the kissing became bolder, and Cliff started to stroke Jeannie's body through her clothes. Jeannie groaned and closed her eyes as, the meal finished, Cliff took her wine glass, set it down beyond the basket and cleared a space on the rug. Cliff gently laid Jeannie down on the rug, moved over her and kissed her tenderly, his tongue searching for and caressing hers, his hands beginning to move over her body through her clothes. Their kissing became passionate and urgent, hands moving under clothes, feeling, squeezing, caressing. They stopped every now and then to undress, until they were both naked. Cliff admired Jeannie's body as she lay on the rug. The moonlight picked out the contours of her body, particularly her rounded breasts, with her nipples pert in the chill air of the evening. His gaze continued beyond her belly to her groin, her dark curls, and her pink labia and clitoris which were just visible. Jeannie looked up at Cliff's handsome, muscular body, at his chest hair, his belly, his thighs, and his cock. His penis was completely erect, the head swollen and dark red, a few drops of liquid at its tip, so aroused was he. His balls were so tight with pent-up desire. He did not dare touch himself, lest he should spill his seed on her right there. Cliff ran his fingertips around Jeannie's breasts, squeezing her nipples, and moving down her belly towards her mound. As he reached her pubic curls, Jeannie raised her hips with pleasure, and opened her legs to him. The wetness of her sex had flowed out to her thighs, and she presented herself thus, willing, erotic and ready. Cliff bent and gently touched one finger to her wet labia, and stroked her love juices up and down the pink folds, around the base of her clitoris and up to the tip, where he flicked her clit gently. This sent Jeannie crazy, and she gave little cries of pleasure, moving herself under his hand, the better to receive it. Without any further hesitation Cliff sat between Jeannie's legs, spread her wide, eased her hips over his knees, and bending his head, kissed her wet labia so gently. He ran the tip of his tongue along her labia, first one side, then the other, ending by circling her clitoris with his tongue. Jeannie cried out with pleasure, asked him for more, deeper, so he plunged his tongue right into her love canal, as far as it would go, and hungrily tasted and swallowed her juices. Withdrawing for a moment, he took her labia in his mouth, sucked gently and leaned back a little, then plunged his tongue into her again. Oh, how he enjoyed tasting the honey of her body! Oh, how she enjoyed feeling of his firm tongue on her internal contours. Jeannie pushed her groin up towards his mouth, moving across, rotating her hips, so that he covered every square inch of her sex. Cliff felt that his hard cock was going to burst, and he wanted to feel her around him, to pleasure him, suck him, and drain him of all his seed. He repositioned them both so that he lay on his back, and Jeannie, sitting next to him, grasped his cock and, leaning down, flicked her tongue around its head, and licked hungrily the liquid which had gathered there. She gently inserted the tip of her tongue into the hole, closed her mouth around the head, and sucked firmly. Then, stroking and then cupping his balls in her hand, she ran the flat of her tongue along the underside of his penis, from root to tip, and enclosed the head in her mouth again, and as she did this, Jeannie could feel the juices flowing from her own sex. Cliff gently took one of Jeannie's legs, and motioned her to sit astride him, facing away, and then to lie down on him, so that her pussy was above his face, and she could continue to take his penis in her mouth. As Cliff pulled her downwards to kiss her labia again, Jeannie pressed down slightly, to rub all her wet, pink folds over his face and lips, receiving his tongue into her orifice. The pleasure of this made her suck Cliff's cock all the more firmly, so that they lay for a while, giving and receiving mutual pleasure. Cliff could feel Jeannie's breasts half-crushed against his belly, shifting and caressing him as she moved on his cock. Cliff continued to stimulate Jeannie's clitoris and love canal urgently and lovingly, sometimes dipping his tongue deep into her to taste her all the more, and she felt a deep climax beginning in the pit of her. Still giving stimulation to Cliff, she moaned with ecstasy, rubbing her pussy above his mouth. Faster, rougher, she rode him, until he felt her tighten up prior to her orgasm, which excited him so, that he thrust his penis upwards and she took it fully into her mouth, and began to suck it firmly, milking it, drawing out his milky seed. They climaxed together, Cliff feeling a rush of a different, clearer, hotter juice from Jeannie's sex, and Jeannie taking copious amounts of Cliff's seed into her mouth, enjoying it, swallowing it. When they both began to still themselves, Jeannie lay on Cliff's belly a little longer, massaging his cock, as juice was still escaping onto her hands and his belly. Cliff just lay, in complete ecstasy, looking at the tender places from which Jeannie's love juice had just gushed, reaching out, licking, savouring the feel of her juices all over his face. After a few more moments Jeannie moved to lie down beside Cliff, and they kissed tenderly, becoming aware once more of the beautiful romantic setting. Cliff looked fondly over Jeannie's beautiful curvaceous body; Jeannie admired Cliff's strong physique, both still showing signs of the wonderful communion they had just had. For a few minutes more they rested thus, kissing tenderly, arms around each other, until Jeannie got to her feet. She looked through the candlelight towards the stream, which gleamed silver as it flowed in the moonlight. She noticed a flat, fairly shallow area, and walked over to survey it better. Cliff sat up and watched her, noting the slight jiggle of her bottom, and the swaying of her breasts. Jeannie carefully stepped into the water, feeling the depth and, satisfied, sat down in the water, which flowed around her hips and eddied around her thighs. She splashed the water onto her belly and breasts, and rubbed, sensuously, so that her beautiful rounded flesh shone in the golden glow of the candles, and her nipples cast upward shadows. Cliff began to feel stirrings in his groin again as he watched her thus, and he got up and walked slowly over to her and stood, watching, as Jeannie lay backwards in the water. The water now flowed past her half submerged hair, and flowed all around her breasts, which still protruded like large rounded peak-topped islands in a moonlit sea. Her belly was visible above the water, and her groin hidden just below. Jeannie reached down and rubbed her belly and her pussy, both cleansing and stimulating at the same time. Cliff's penis was completely hard again, his balls aching to disperse even more of his seed. Massaging himself slightly, he stepped into the water, and stood above Jeannie, watching while she caressed the water around her top half with one hand, and her lower half with the other. When she arched herself upwards to show him her soaked pussy, Cliff spread her legs, knelt down, and entered her, right there in the water. This was a different kind of sensation, as the cool water of the stream both foamed around their bodies, and flowed into the site of their joined sexual organs. Cliff leaned forward so that he could reach Jeannie's breasts, to kiss her breasts and taste her nipples, then kissed her face, then returning with kisses all down her wet body which protruded above the water, all the while penetrating her urgently with his penis. This was such a new, fresh, exciting experience that Jeannie soon reached her climax, bucking her hips upwards, splashing a little in the water as she demanded to be satisfied, and Cliff penetrated her faster and harder until she arched herself, pushed up to him, and came, with a loud cry of pleasure. Cliff immediately let go of his careful control, and once more gushed his seed into her, until they were both still. After they had kissed a few more times, Cliff first withdrew his penis from her, and then sat back in the water, facing Jeannie, and then she sat up. They each took handfuls of water and washed each other, then at length got up and returned to the rug, Cliff ready with a beach towel. He dried himself rapidly, then motioned to Jeannie to lie down on the rug, where he tenderly dried every bit of her with the towel, from her hair to her feet, taking care to part her legs and dry very gently her intimate places, taking one last look, bestowing one last kiss. Not wishing to break the spell of this encounter, in a loving silence they dressed. Cliff snuffed out the candles and tidied them away with the other picnic things. The pure moonlight now took over as they walked from the scene of their love, back down the path, and away to a future phase. Holiday Romance Ch. 02 Bex woke first the next morning. The thought of Lucy going back to her own room hadn't been contemplated by either of them. Bex stood, naked, looking at Lucy as she laid there, long, slender legs stretched out under the thin duvet, her long dark hair spread out over her shoulders and she smiled. Leaving Lucy sleeping, she went into the bathroom and turned on the shower. She reached in and tested the water, adding a little more cold until it was just right. She stepped in, gasping slightly as the powerful jet of water struck her abdomen. Inching forward and tilting her head backward slightly, she let the spray hit her face. Then she allowed the shower to engulf her head and flow over her short brown hair. Bex wiped her face with her hands, smoothing her hair off her face. Her hands traced a path down her neck before reaching her breasts. She cupped them in her palms and watched the water flow over them. She thought back to the last pair of hands that held her breasts. How gently and lovingly Lucy had caressed them. Back in the bedroom, Lucy was awake and guided by the sound of the shower headed to the bathroom. Reaching the open bathroom door, she poked her head around the corner. Through the translucent shower curtain, she could clearly see her twenty six year old lover soaping her full, firm breasts. Bex seemed to be taking an age to wash her breasts, rubbing and cupping them, even, Lucy was almost certain, squeezing her nipples. Lucy felt a growing heat and tingle; almost unconsciously her hand slid down towards her pussy and she began to rub her clit. "Are you just going to stand there and watch like a pervert," Bex called out, "or are you gonna get in here and join in?" Lucy didn't need a second invitation. She slipped quickly into the shower, where in an instant they were locked in an embrace. They kissed, tongues meeting in open mouths, as the shower cascaded over them. They pulled each other closer until their bodies were pressing closely. Bex grasped Lucy's firm bum, pulling her nearer. Lucy returned the favour, using her long fingers to knead the older woman's more rounded bottom. Slowly Bex rotated, now she pushed her bottom back against Lucy's crotch. This also allowed Lucy freedom to caress, squeeze and tease Bex's breasts. Slowly, and teasingly Lucy's hand moved down, sliding across Bex's tummy towards her pussy. Now she was playing with Bex's pussy, just as she had been playing with her own a few moments earlier. The spray of the shower gushed over them both as Lucy rubbed Bex's clit with increasing firmness and speed. With her other hand she continued to massage each of Bex's breasts in turn, paying special attention to her hard, nipples. "Oh, my, that feels good!" sighed Bex, "I'm going to come if you don't stop!" "And why would I want to stop?" whispered Lucy into Bex's ear, before rubbing and tweaking even more frantically. Bex stiffened, her body's response to her orgasm. Lucy held her tightly. Wordlessly Bex, turned round and began to kiss Lucy. Starting at her mouth she kissed a path down the body of her young lover. She stopped at Lucy's small breasts and sucked on both nipples. Then, kneeling, she continued down. When she reached the girl's clit, Lucy leant back against the cool tiles of the shower wall, opening her legs wider apart at the same time. Bex's tongue probed, parting Lucy's lips before it found her clit, sending shivers through Lucy. After a couple of licks, Lucy was so aroused that Bex could wrap her lips around the engorged clit. Incomprehensible sounds of joy came from Lucy's mouth. For a moment Bex tasted the sweet juices she had set flowing, as she lowered her tongue to Lucy's cunt, before turning her attention back to the clit. This time Lucy flinched; Bex guessed she was close. Without a care for how it looked or felt for Bex, Lucy pulled her lover's head forward and forced her hips forward. Bex's tongue worked furiously on the clit, which she was sucking on at the same time, causing waves of pleasure to rush through Lucy's body as she experienced another orgasm. They were late to breakfast. Observant on-lookers might have noticed that Lucy was wearing the same clothes as the night before, her still wet hair making a damp patch all over her back. They passed Lucy's parents in the corridor outside the dining room. "There you are, we wondered where you'd got to!" gushed Vicky, Lucy's mum. "We stayed up late and overslept," said Lucy, adding quickly "at least I overslept and I was late meeting Bex." "Well don't forget we're booked on the coach trip to Pompeii this morning." Lucy had forgotten. She felt like stamping her foot like a petulant toddler in a supermarket aisle and refusing to go; she wanted to stay with Bex. Sensing this Bex swiftly defused the crisis. "Oh that sounds great, you'll have to tell me all about it when you get back." It was early afternoon when they returned after the excursion round the ruins of the roman town. In spite of her longing to be with Bex, Lucy had found the guided tour interesting, but, as soon as she could excuse her self, without looking rude, she hurried up to Bex's room. She knocked vigorously on the door and stood impatiently, shifting her weight from one foot to the other until the door opened. On the other side Bex peered through the peep-hole, smiled at Lucy's frustration, toyed for a while with the idea of making her wait, then relented and let her in. Lucy burst into a monologue about how her parents treated her like a child, how the ruins had actually been surprisingly interesting and how much she'd missed Bex. In the end Bex had to lean over and kiss her on the lips to shut her up! They put on their bikinis and headed for the pool. The fat family with the skinny show-off son were not there today; in their place were two elderly women, American to judge by their accents. Their presence acted as a restraining influence – neither Bex nor Lucy wanted to give either of the old dears a heart attack by behaving too outrageously in front of them. However sun screen had to be applied and they both found it hard not too spend longer than was strictly necessary rubbing the lotion on. In the pool it was also hard to avoid the chance to steal sly kisses and caresses. The two young women were lying on sun-loungers when the two elderly Americans walked past on their way back into the hotel. "Excuse me dear, can I interrupt for a moment?" asked the taller one of the two. "Elsie-May and I just wanted to say how nice it's been watching you two; so young and carefree and so very much in love." "It reminded us of us when we were younger," added Elsie-May. "Ginny here was quite wild back then." "We just wanted to wish you good luck," said Ginny, and with that the two women strolled off. After dinner with John and Vicky, Lucy and Bex skipped dessert to head into town. It was the norm for shops to shut in the afternoon and re-open again after dinner. As they handed in their room keys as they left the hotel the receptionist handed Bex a note. Bex read the note. "How odd," she said. "Someone called Claudia would like us to meet her at the Bougainvillea Gelateria at half past seven." Undecided what to do, curiosity got the better of them and by twenty past they had been served with the most delicious ice cream. In that way only couples in love can get away with, Lucy insisted on being given a taste of Bex's strawberry flavoured ice cream. Bex was just feeding her a spoonful when Claudia interrupted them. "Buona sera Miss Small and Miss Dawson," said Claudia, who they both recognised as one of the team of receptionists from the hotel. Without waiting to be invited she sat down with the couple. They made small talk for a couple of minutes, during which time Bex scrutinised Claudia carefully. She had dark hair, immaculately styled, bright brown eyes and full red lips. Her dress, blue and low cut, was both flattering and stylish. Lucy noticed that Bex didn't say 'my friends call me Bex'. She wondered why? "So Claudia, what did you want to see us about?" Lucy was unable to contain her curiosity any longer. "It is a little delicate, Lucy. Let me explain." In her accented, but perfect English, Claudia explained that one of her duties on reception was to monitor the CCTV monitors from the cameras throughout the hotel. "There is one in each elevator you know." Lucy blushed deeply. Bex shifted uneasily in her chair, wondering if the glamorous receptionist about to try a bit of blackmail? "Luckily for you I was watching last evening, when you took the lift up to Rebecca's room." Claudia casually took a spoonful of her own ice cream. "Why is that lucky for us, Claudia?" asked Bex with a note of caution in her voice. "Well, Rebecca, if one of my male colleagues had been watching he would have taken a copy and you'd be on the internet now. I, on the other hand, erased it." "Thank you, Claudia," exclaimed Lucy, nearly knocking the table over in her attempt to hug the receptionist. "How can we thank you?" Bex braced herself. 'Here it comes,' she thought, 'I wonder how much she'll ask for?' "Your smile is thanks enough. I know how difficult other people can make your life when you are different to the rest. I left my last job because of the prejudice of the others when they found out about me, so now I keep my personal life separate from work." "So you're ..." Bex let the question hang there. Claudia nodded. "There is one favour you could do me." "What's that?" asked Bex still suspicious. "I was going to go to a nightclub in Napoli tonight, but my date has let me down. I hate to go alone; I wondered if you'd join me?" "That'll be fantastic," exclaimed Lucy. Bex relaxed a little. Lucy was as excited as a puppy with a squeaky toy; there was no way she could refuse Claudia's invitation, especially when Claudia offered to drive them there. Like most Italian drivers, Claudia had two speeds; stop and scarily fast, the latter to the accompaniment of the tinny car horn. It took hardly any time at all before they were walking through the side streets from the place where Claudia had parked to the club. The club's DJ played an excruciating mix of euro-pop, but this didn't stop Lucy from enjoying herself. Her dancing style, Bex reflected from a safe distance, was best described as 'unself-conscious'; nearby dancers were in constant danger of her flailing limbs! Bex and Claudia chatted for a while, before Claudia began to flit around the club from friend to friend. Bex reflected that, had she not met Lucy, the sexy Italian would have been very appealing. For a moment she mused the idea of a threesome. It wouldn't be her first, but then Lucy waved at her from the dance floor; she couldn't risk damaging the youngster's growing confidence. She waved back, put her glass down and weaved through the dancers to be with Lucy. "This is so much fun!" Lucy shouted. "Yes it is." "Dance with me!" Bex moved gracefully next to her and they began to move rhythmically, in time to the music and in tune with each other. Luckily the DJ put on some slower numbers towards the end of the night, allowing Bex and Lucy to dance together. Bodies pressed closely together, from lips to thighs, they moved in slow steps around the dance floor. Nothing broke their spell. Lucy was lost in her thoughts; the heat of Bex's body pressing so invitingly against hers; the smell of her perfume; the touch of her soft skin; the desire and passion that consumed her. Claudia watched with a twinge of envy. She was dancing with a stranger, pleasant enough, but lacking the passion of Bex and Lucy. As they drove home the two English girls sat entwined in the back of the car, restrained out of their concern for their new found friend. Claudia spoke as the arrived at the hotel. "Tomorrow afternoon, my friend, Isabella, and I are going to her villa on the coast. Would you like to join us?" "That sounds wonderful," Lucy gasped, "can we Bex?" "Of course, it's very kind of you to invite us Claudia." They said their goodbyes and, mindful of the cameras, made their way through the deserted corridors to Bex's room, via Lucy's where they picked up a change of clothing for her. Once in Bex's room the dam broke and their pent up passion overflowed. Bex took control, pinning Lucy against the door, she pulled Lucy's dress off over her head and dragged her cotton panties down to her knees. Almost roughly she began to finger Lucy, her fingers finding Lucy's pussy delightfully wet and receptive. Slurping sounds accompanied the pumping motion of Bex's fingers, first one and then two as she finger-fucked the younger woman's cunt. They kissed passionately, tongues exploring deeply. For Lucy such an onslaught of raw passion was breathtaking; completely overwhelmed she couldn't have held on, even if she wished. Her orgasm was swift and violent in its intensity; she clung to Bex for support like the survivor of a shipwreck. Bex guided Lucy to the bed, where she helped her lie down. "Thank you Bex," whispered Lucy. Bex looked at her young lover; she was exhausted. Bex knew she would have to take care of her own needs for the moment. Lucy watched as Bex moved the dressing table chair to the end of the bed. She hitched her skirt up and she slid her panties down. Bex sat with her legs spread wide. Her hand traced a path from her knee, along the taut thigh before reaching down between her legs, where it stayed, moving slowly up and down against her swollen pussy and caressing the inside of her thighs. Bex looked directly at Lucy as she slowly stroked herself. Lucy was hooked! In spite of her tiredness, she willed herself to remain away. She had never seen another woman doing that to herself. It was hypnotic; Lucy's gaze slipping from Bex's eyes then down to her crotch then back up again. Bex closed her eyes and slipped lower in her chair. Her head went back a bit as she brought both of her hands to her crotch. Her pussy was already quite open now and clearly glistening. Lucy watched as Bex separated her lips with one hand, exposing her clit, which was standing up, free from the folds of skin that usually encased it. Bex started flicking it with the middle finger of her hand that held her lips apart, while she ran two fingers of her other up and down her slit. Bex was very close to her climax; her fingers were now furiously pumping in and out, just as they had done moments earlier to Lucy. Her body stiffened, her back arching, and then she started to shake, her mouth wide open, but without sound. Her eyes stayed squeezed shut and Lucy watched amazed as Bex's right hand all but disappeared inside of her! Bex ground her left hand hard against her clit as she stayed stiff, bottom off the chair, while her orgasm swept over her. Using her last ounces of energy she undressed and slid into bed next to Lucy. They slipped easily into an embrace, Lucy putting her arm round Bex and snuggling up next to her. The lovers drifted into sleep as another day ended. Holiday Romance Ch. 03 Holiday Romance ch 3 - Trip to USA Cliff had been working for ten hours. He had a responsible job, and people had been bothering him all day with problems. It doesn't do to be good at IT – everyone wants you to fix their system. Now, Cliff sat in his car in the traffic queue. What on earth was the problem, didn't usually get any delays here. He sat there and thought of his Jeannie, thousands of miles away, imagined her sitting by him right now, no panties on, pleasuring herself and reaching over and fondling his groin right now, and he closed his eyes and felt his erection start to swell in his pants. No one would see. He snuck a hand down there and rubbed until the cream came. Ohhhh, Jeannie, Jeannie, Jeannie! As he enjoyed the tingly sensations afterwards, he thought of the times he had had back in Britain with her, the different ways he had enjoyed her, mainly out in the open and eventually in his bed. She had been shy at first, very British, very different from the girls he had been used to. She was travelling on holiday, and had assumed that a stranger was his wife at the railway station, and was so embarrassed when he put her right laughingly. She looked so cute, and he had fallen in love with her on the spot. At the end of that rail journey back to his Scottish island home, he had fortunately met her again, and managed to find out where she was staying before circumstances swept her away from him. Now back in the States briefly to sort out some things regarding his former job, he was heading back to his rented house for a couple of nights. The traffic was moving again now, and he glanced wistfully at the empty seat next to him before moving on for the last couple of miles. In a daze of tiredness he arrived home and garaged the Chevy, crossed the drive and went round the back. The back door was unlocked – what was Charlie next door playing at? Could've been robbed. Must have a word with him. Closing the door behind him, Cliff put down his bags, threw his keys on the kitchen table and opened the fridge. At least Irma next door had stocked up for him. He made a ham sandwich and some milky coffee, took them on a tray through to the den, and ate hungrily. He realised he must do something about himself after his admittedly enjoyable episode with Jeannie in the car just now. Smiling at the memory, he cleared away the tray of things and went through to the bathroom. As he undressed, Cliff remembered how it had been... He undid his zipper, remembering when Jeannie had done just that, and how she had rubbed his erection through his tight briefs until it leaked, then taken it right out and taken the head into her soft wet mouth and tasted his pre-cum. He unbuttoned his shirt, remembering when Jeannie had done just that, and ran her fingers right down his body, round his groin and the full length of his cock. He stood naked, remembering a time before when he had stood before Jeannie, his dick so hard it was painful, admiring Jeannie's naked body, her full, round breasts, her pink, pointed nipples, the dark curls below her belly, the pink folds of skin just visible, prior to when he lifted her onto his bed and explored every inch of her beautiful body, both insatiable, making love into the night...... Cliff wanted some cock action right now, as in spite of his tiredness he was ready to burst, but his lady was thousands of miles away, and he was here alone, and needing a shower. He stepped in, closed the door, switched the water on. In spite of the water, Cliff was now only half awake, and was beginning to go soft. After a few moments, when he had his eyes closed and was washing his hair, he could have sworn that he felt soapy hands around his body, stroking, rubbing, lathering. He could feel soapy fingertips pressing on his nipples. He could feel soapy fingers run down his belly. He could feel soapy hands rest upon his cock and grasp it hard. He kept his eyes shut, not wanting to break the illusion. With lots of shower gel the hands teased and pulled his cock into a huge erection. The soapy hands ran up and down the shaft, massaging, pumping. The slippery fingers worked round and round the head of his cock, and into the hole. Then he felt his cock completely enfolded between phantom breasts, soapy, slippery, soft squeezing... and then for a moment, the phantom mouth enfolded him. At that point he thrust, and shot his load into the phantom mouth.....and he stood there a moment, just savouring the sensations. Cliff finally did open his eyes, and sensed that the phantom was hiding behind him. Now he felt soapy hands around his bottom, squeezing the cheeks, running soapy phantom fingers right down the crack, finding the secret passage, and gently exploring just a little bit inside, on the front surface, finding the bit where guys like it. Cliff then stood legs apart, to allow the soapy fingers further access, to gently rub further forwards to that place just behind his balls, where the penis begins. He enjoyed it immensely as soapy fingers rubbed all those secret places, soaped them, massaged them, cleaned them..... And again when Cliff was not looking down, the phantom hands came back round the front, as he was starting to get really hard again. His balls were so tight, and the phantom soapy hands caressed and soothed them. One soapy hand stayed around his balls and tickled them, and the other went to work on his shaft, encircling it, massaging up and down, faster and faster, his cock standing vertical, huge, hard, erect. Then both soapy hands held his cock so hard, pulled it from root to tip, pumped it, faster and faster, more and more, and then he groaned, as lashings of his white man-juice flooded out of him, all over the phantom face, the phantom breasts, the phantom body. Finally the soapy hands soothed and massaged him until he was comfortable, satisfied, rested. Cliff turned off the shower and emerged, wrapped himself in a towel, and dried himself off. His cock was satisfied for the moment – not like it was in actuality with Jeannie, but very nicely nevertheless. Without bothering with pyjamas, he set his alarm for morning, collapsed into bed and fell into a deep sleep. In the middle of the night, Cliff half awoke, as he was sure that Jeannie, completely naked, crawled under his duvet at the foot of the bed, spread his legs, and worked her way up, stroking, kissing, until she came to his balls. She ditched the duvet, uncovering Cliff's gorgeous masculine body. She stroked very lightly the fur on the inside of his thighs, and ran a finger round his balls a couple of times. His breathing became very heavy as she was doing this, and he was whispering "More, baby!" Then, cradling Cliff's balls in one hand, Jeannie started to run a finger right up the length of his hard cock, until she found the sensitive bit just before the tip, and pressed gently in a circular motion, which made him moan. Then she leaned down, and her wet hair fell on his belly as she ran first the flat of her tongue, then the tip, the whole length of his cock, starting just below his balls, licking, sucking. He started to move his hips against her, so she took the head of his cock in her mouth, and gripped wetly, so that his end just slid in and out between her lips. Deeper and deeper Jeannie took him into her mouth, over halfway, and held onto him hard, as she wanted to draw his semen out all over her. Up and down Cliff went, as she held him firmly into her mouth, milking him, draining him, and lovely salty liquid was coming out of the end of his cock. At the same time she was gripping and moving her hand on his shaft generally, in time to the sucking, and Cliff just lay back and sighed. Leaving his cock wet, Jeannie moved so that she could wrap her breasts around his shaft, and he thrust and thrust, more pre-cum coming out, making it lovely and slippery. After all this activity Cliff was beginning to cream, so she moved up again, sat astride him and lined her pussy up so that he just caught her dripping wet lips with the head of his cock. That sent them both crazy, trying not to come, wanting to prolong it all night. She then sat down hard on him, and took him all the way in. That felt so good! To her, Cliff felt so huge that way up. Jeannie found that if she leaned forward and moved her bottom backwards a bit, the base of his cock was rubbing straight on her clit and G-spot, and she felt hot liquid come out from her around his cock, and run outside past her pussy lips, into Cliff's groin. As she was riding him like this, he reached out and stroked her thighs, slowly working up her belly, and she leaned forward again so that he could grasp her breasts. Cliff took some moisture from the site of their sex, and rubbed it around her nipples, and she leaned still closer, supporting him under pillows, so that he could reach to lick it off. After quite a while of this, Jeannie was getting urgent, and she sat back up, and sat down hard on Cliff again, and he bucked under her, penetrating, thrilling, so she was ready to come. Trying to keep quiet, as she felt her climax happen, she took him out for a moment, held his cock to her pussy lips, and came, gushing all over his cock and his stomach, her pussy contracting then squirting more out several times. Jeannie straight away put him back in again, and rode him harder, to make sure she was completely sated, and to take Cliff even higher. Holding her steady by the hands, he bucked and bucked into her, and at one point she felt him tighten up, and then he made such a big thrust, and groaned, and thrust again, and again. Jeannie tightened her pussy around him, and made sure she had squeezed him dry. She then lay forward, took him out but laid his cock along her pussy crack outside, and they kissed and began to fall asleep. Jeannie roused herself a little, found the bath towel again, and gently wiped them both as best she could. A few more moments of laying on Cliff's body, her breasts on his chest, and his cock placed between her legs, and she gave him a huge, wet, passionate kiss. Cliff fell asleep, contented. The next morning, Cliff was awakened by the alarm, and he switched on the bedside lamp, and looked around the bedroom to find he was alone. Of course Jeannie wasn't here – how could she have been? He noticed the laundry basket, lid off, towel hanging out over the side – but he didn't leave it like that? He had a morning erection, and he needed a shower.... Holiday Romance Ch. 04 Chapter 4: Home to UK Cliff dozed in the aircraft as it flew over the Atlantic, business in the States now done, going back to his new home in Scotland, UK. He was looking forward to getting home this time, as he was seeing Jeannie at her home in East Anglia on his way through from London. They had met by chance in Scotland, as she had chatted to him a couple of times on the train, he had looked her up at her holiday accommodation, and they had started up a romance. He remembered particularly the night they had had a picnic at the coast, and he had set up candles all round them, by a stream, and he had made love to her right there on the rug, and then again in the stream as they were washing. The memory of that and other encounters made him go hard, and under the newspaper on his lap, he rubbed his crotch and enjoyed the good feelings. Eventually this got him too excited, so carrying his jacket in front of him to hide his bulging cock, he made his way down to the facilities, locked himself in, leaned against the wall, closed his eyes, and massaged himself long and slow as he thought of Jeannie, her pretty face, her large breasts, her pink nipples, her rounded bottom, her soaking wet pussy, her swollen clit. Aaaaah, at last, some relief - for a while, as Cliff was a very sexy man, thinking about it and wanting it frequently through the day and night. Staying in the facility for a while longer until the obvious signs of ecstasy had dissipated, he then went back to his seat, and dreamed of Jeannie.... In his dream Jeannie was wearing a white lacy camisole, through which he could clearly see her breasts, her nipples showing through the fabric, pointed, erect, her breasts moving as she turned and invited him to her. She was wearing white lacy panties, slashed at the side, the gusset having gone slightly into her slit, so that he could see her dark brown bush around the narrow material. He looked at her groin, where he had run his tongue so many times, and her shapely thighs. He looked fondly into her face as her eyes half closed with desire, her lips ready to cover him with kisses... At the sight of her thus, a thrill ran through his body, and his cock sprang to attention, dripping pre-cum already. He was casually dressed, and his cock made a huge bulge in his jeans. Jeannie walked forward slowly, smiling, sultry. She looked down at his bulge, and took his cock in one hand through the material, kneading him, squeezing him, stroking and rubbing him, and she leaned full length against him and rubbed her breasts against his chest, as they kissed passionately, tongues entwining, penetrating, She ran a hand up the front of his shirt, stroking his chest hair, tickling his nipples, and pulling at the shirt slightly. Cliff needed no encouragement to take it off, and Jeannie immediately started covering his chest with wet kisses, shifting as she started to work down, licking his flesh, biting it gently, ever downwards... When she reached the waistband of his jeans, she undid slowly, one by one, all the buttons of his fly, revealing his tight silk briefs, just showing a glimpse of his huge hard cock. She gently pulled at his jeans, and he stepped out of them. Then Jeannie really got to work on his cock, through the fine silk material of his briefs. She traced a finger gently around first one ball, then the other, then drew all her fingertips up along his cock, from just below his balls, between them, watching them shift, then the full length of the most sensitive side of his cock, until she reached the head. Cliff was groaning with pleasure, his hand on her arm, helping. She then traced a circular rubbing motion with her fingers, which made him ooze pre-cum, wetting the fabric substantially. She then slipped her fingers into the legs of the briefs, where his distended cock had pulled the material away, and gently stroked the hair and the smooth pink skin which she could reach. She bent down and darted her tongue in around the same places, which made Cliff gasp. Naughtily, Jeannie lifted the briefs away from him, took the head of his cock in her mouth for one moment, then replaced the briefs and carried on stroking the outside for the moment, before gently taking the briefs off him. Cliff's cock was bursting when Jeannie revealed it in its full glory, stiff, engorged and dripping with pre-cum. Jeannie massaged it a little, then pulled the skin downwards and gently licked the tip, looking up at Cliff for approval. He had his eyes closed, transported. A little bolder, Jeannie then took the head in her mouth and sucked firmly. Cliff sighed, and put his hand on her head to draw her closer. Very carefully, she took in more of his cock until it filled her mouth, and began to touch her throat. Cliff kept very still for her, not wishing to frighten her, and gradually she took in all she could. Cliff loved the feel of this new, wet, tight enclosure, and just stood still and enjoyed as Jeannie tentatively moved his cock in and out of her mouth. At one point she took it out, and kissing the head, then moved down the shaft, kissing firmly as she went, all the way down the shaft, all the way up again, and another firm kiss for the head. Cliff could not contain himself, and although he warned Jeannie that he was about to come, she resolutely stayed there and took it all in as Cliff groaned and shot a huge load into her mouth. She sucked hard, and milked his cock with her mouth, until he was still and spent. Cliff awoke, disorientated for a moment, then realised he was still on the plane, and the hostess was telling him to fasten his seat belt as the aircraft made its descent into Heathrow. His cock was still stiff and his balls ached, and added to that he was headachy after his heavy sleep. They landed safely. Cliff bought a coffee while he was waiting to reclaim his luggage. Beginning to wake up a little, he went through to Arrivals where Jeannie was meeting him. As he spotted her beyond the barrier, she saw him at the same time, they waved, smiled, and all tiredness went from Cliff. He was soon through the barrier and in her arms, pulling her to him, feeling again her curves. They had a deep, lingering kiss right there in the crowded hall, before moving off to the car park, chattering, both talking at once, about arrangements, journeys, plans. In the lift they had chance for a quick kiss, Cliff squeezing one of Jeannie's breasts, she briefly stroking his bottom, before the doors exposed them to the public once again. Once in the car, Cliff began to relax, and as they sped along the M4, the M25 and then the Great North Road, he even began to sleep a little. They stopped once for coffee on the way, quiet but relaxed, and eventually got to Jeannie's home on the Fens. By then it was late evening, and Jeannie prepared them both an omelette, followed by some fruit and accompanied by a pot of tea. They chatted some more about the journey, and Jeannie could see that Cliff was getting tired. She disappeared for a couple of minutes, and re-appeared wearing nothing but a silk bathrobe. She led Cliff through to the bathroom, where a warm bath was being run to which she had added some relaxing bath oil, and she slowly and sensuously took off his clothes, enjoying smoothing her hands over his body, first through the material, then on his bare flesh. With this attention, his cock was beginning to harden again. When he was undressed, Jeannie threw off the robe to reveal her naked body, exactly as he remembered it, ripe, womanly, aroused, and just waiting for his pleasure. Jeannie had Cliff step into the bath and sit, while she leaned over and, with cupped hands, poured warm water and bath oil over Cliff's body, rubbing it around his shoulders and neck, massaging as she went, then working her way round to his chest, his belly, his thighs. At that point, she took some lather from the bath water and liberally soaped his cock, bringing it to full hardness, and to his delight, she stepped into the bath too, and lowered her pussy onto his cock, all the way in. While fully penetrated, she moved around slowly and deliberately, and they both began to moan with pleasure. Jeannie took more lather, spread it on her breasts, and embraced Cliff closely, so that her soft slippery body rubbed against his, and her nipples grew hard from the contact. They enjoyed themselves thus for a while, then Jeannie pushed forward on him so that her clit was being rubbed by the root of his cock, and after several strokes like that, she cried out in ecstasy as her climax came, clinging onto Cliff, kissing him tenderly, her arms wrapped tightly around him. She then took his cock out of her, and with more lather from the bath oil, she massaged his cock with both hands, until he climaxed too, and jets of his semen erupted from his straining cock and landed on him and in the water. When he was satisfied, Jeannie gently washed his body with handfuls of the warm water and bath oil. They both emerged from the bath, and dried themselves with soft, plump bath towels. As the jet lag was beginning to hit Cliff by then, Jeannie settled him in her bed, and, still naked, lay with him for quite some time, just holding him and making him feel good until he slept. Jeannie meanwhile got on with things, making further plans which involved Cliff in the next few days... (to be continued if interest exists....)