0 comments/ 14706 views/ 2 favorites Sunstroke By: kadosh The sun is hot and I decide to spend a little time lazing in the garden. I grab a cold beer and a trashy paperback before wandering outside . . . only to be hit by a wall of dense, hot air. Almost immediately perspiration beads my skin - I figure that maybe I'll just stay outside for a short while after all, but it is a shame to waste the opportunity . . . After what seems mere minutes the beer is starting to take its toll - the words on the page just don't want to stay still. Realising the futility of continuing, I fall back onto the grass with the book covering my face - light sleep is close behind. As my body relaxes and soaks up the heat, my mind wanders on an exotic journey full of sensuality beyond my worldly experience. I'm in some moorish pleasure palace surrounded by deep velvets, silks and satins. The air is hot, spicy and carries half heard whispers and songs - words are hard to pick out, but there is a definite feeling of otherness - the foreign - to their rhythm. Slowly I start to try to stand up, my body is lethargic but energy soon returns. A little warily I try to orient myself, but my eyes are filled with lush colours, intricate geometric patterns and occasional flashes of piercing sunlight. Overwhelmed by visual stimuli, I try to fix on other indications of life and I single out a female voice apparently coming from behind wallhangings somewhere off to my left. I move in its direction, stumbling slightly on something colourful, eventually reaching the rich depth of the wallhanging. Drawn on by the lilting voice, I try to find a way through the folds of the fabric, gradually losing myself as my mind refuses to truly comprehend my situation. Still the voice acts as a magnet, leading me through the darkness and eventually out into a shaded corner of another room. As my eyes adjust to the lighting level, I finally view the grail, the prize, the reason for my quest . . . a young woman lying on the floor facing away from me. Without knowing, I feel the need to stay hidden . . listening and watching. The woman seems to be singing, but the words don't make any sense to me - well actually, the words don't make sense but the song somehow does. I can't help but think of "Someday my prince will come" from an old Disney picture or something. There seems to be a longing to it's sound. As I watch her, she runs her hand through her long dark hair . . . I can almost feel it tumbling silkily through my fingers. Her hand moves idly to her neck where she starts a slow massage, her body visibly slackens at her own touch. Somebody seems to be enjoying themselves! Her tune changes and the new rhythm has lost none of the longing - in fact there seems to be a great deal more of it. Except now there doesn't seem to be the innocence of its predecessor . . . it's now about the search for a lover rather than some chivalrous royal. Her movements start to betray the change in mood too. She gently rolls over to end up lying on her back . . .her eyes are closed and head thrown back as the song becomes more earthy. Her hips are starting to move with the rhythm of her voice and her hands . . . her hands are moving over her breasts, rubbing and squeezing through the thin fabric of her brassiere top. Subconsciously I note that her nipples are responding to the stimulation - the sheer fabric hiding little beyond her modesty. The effects are obviously deeper still, as her voice takes on a husky edge . . . her breathing picking up a harsher timbre. Her left hand now appears to be snaking lower before disappear beneath the waistband of her silk pants. Within seconds the song is lost upon the air - replaced with ragged breathing and low moans of obvious delight. By now I'm reacting on a basic level to this scene - both physically and mentally. My hand mindlessly moves to massage my cock through my shorts, whilst my feet start to move closer to the wondrous vision of a woman searching for ecstasy. Her rhythm builds with a steady inevitability, whilst my feet carry me ever closer. I drink in her olive skin, flat stomach and painted toes - my lust rises with every detail. Before I know it, I'm almost standing over her - my cock throbs painfully below my hand, her breathing reaches for some sort of crescendo, her smell fills my nostrils, my lips feel dry, I gulp with excitement. Her eyes flick open, a look of shock and fear flashes across her face as her hand freezes between her legs. Before I can react, her body starts to quiver and a deep moan escapes her lips - helpless I fall upon her and kiss deep. The paralysis of surprise and ecstasy quickly melts away, her lips pulsing with hot animal lust. Her tongue darts towards mine and quickly pulls back to rim my lips frantically, then it's back deep in my mouth. I try to pull my attention away from this flickering flame of passion to take in my circumstances. My mind is still fogged with heat and confusion, leaving me unable to comprehend the situation on anything beyond an instinctual level. However base instinct seems the perfect way to respond to the snakelike, writhing creature below me. My hands clasp either side of her head firmly, whilst my mouth and tongue start to explore more of her face - plastering cheeks, chin, eyelids, forehead with wet kisses. Her breathing has settled slight from its climactic staccato beat, but each breath seems to be ripped from the air with a joyous lust. Finally I start my journey down across the wondrous terrain of her body, tracing a path with wet kisses, tender nibbles and hot animal breathing. Her skin tastes salty and faintly spicy, her musky smell building to overpower the clean scent of a recent bath. Reaching her breasts, I am faced with a decision that I am unable to cope with in my delirium - but the situation is resolved by a hand tugging my head towards the left breast. My left hand claws the brassiere away from the firm flesh underneath - I feel like a kid finding a beautiful stone or shell previously hidden by a rock. The nipple revealed by my search is smallish, but stunning in it's perfection - it resembles nothing so much as a pearl freed from it's shell. As my lips move to meet its hardness, I somewhere note that it even has the saltiness of its cousin - this sweaty tang is soon replaced by the delicate spices I am slowly coming to know . . . and crave. Meanwhile my right hand has freed its partner and is squeezing the flesh in a manner I would normally feel was too aggressive. In my present state such manners and courtesy fail to hinder me and the woman appears to be grateful for the vigour of my actions. By now her voice has returned and, whilst the words remain mysterious, their meanings are understood on a truly basic level. As I suck the nipple into my mouth, running the edge of my teeth gently over its hardened surface, the air fills with urgent cries - I quickly switch to her other breast, her exclamations increasing in tempo until finally words seem to trip over themselves in the rush to be heard and she trails off into some sort of growl. Suddenly refocusing on the larger situation, I realise her body is slackening below me - our mutual tension had built subconsciously, only I am still searching for relief. As in response to my silent request, she stirs and rolls me onto my back. For a second all I can see is blackness as her body looms over me. Soon I start to be pick out details as the shadows retreat - the brassiere hanging limply around her midriff, the light glistening on her saliva coated nipple, her dark hair hanging around her face like a velvet curtain . . . I glimpse an impish smile, teeth glinting hungrily and then she seems to vanish. My sluggish mind soon catches up as I feel tiny nails clawing at my waistband and a shower of hair upon my stomach. Instinctively I allow my head and shoulders to fall back to the ground, languid in expectation. The next step rapidly follows as I feel my cock released from my sweatpants - my bum being jerked up and down as the pants are vigorously pulled down to my calves, Just as I start to relish the air around my cock and balls, I'm startled by hot, moist breath playing on my glans. Before I think about reacting I feel her lips clamping around my girth and steady suction beginning. I grunt something about her going too fast and my meaning must be obvious as her mouth becomes still and a hand moves to tightly grip the base of my cock. This gives me a chance to regain a little composure and to hold back the pressing urge to cum immediately. I move a hand to her silky hair and comb my fingers through it, caressing the back of her head and neck. She takes this as a signal to revive her assault on my penis and self-control. As her hand remains tight around the base of my cock, I feel her lips and the light touch of her teeth moving down to meet it. Her tongue swirls around my cock, seemingly touching it everywhere with flickering heat. My fingers knot into her hair as the tension returns, my body tightening with the building pressure and expectation. Intuitively, she reads the signs, realising that now I need this release. The flickering sensation fades to be replaced with the velvet pressure of her sucking - lightly at first and then with building pressure, her mouth travelling up and down my pulsing rod. Soon my hips are following her mouth, trying to hang on to the moist warmth for as long as possible. Her movements start to speed up, the gentle sensuality being replaced raw animal lust. We move from being well oiled components in a pulsing machine to become the epitome of two beasts rutting raggedly as though their lives depended on the urgency of the act. A strange, almost non-human grunt escapes her lips before I lose all control and feel my hot cum splash deep into her throat. Almost immediately she chokes slightly and moves her face a little further away from my pelvis to allow my spurts to fill her mouth. The relief washes over me like a torrent of cool water - my senses overloading momentarily before returning with renewed clarity. As I look down my body to see her raise her head, I am amazed by the rich brown, almost black colouring of her hair that showers either side of her face as moves to look at my face. Her skin is has a definite hint of brown , betraying some exotic heritage, and her teeth are a shock of white as she smiles at me . . . a tiny speck of my cum escaping onto her chin. My renewed clarity floods my mind with data about my surroundings - a garden like my own, with high conifer hedges. As I start to realise where I am, she says, "so neighbour, I'm Ghita . . . what's your name?" Before I can answer, her hand lightly touches my cock on the way to grasping my own hand. Then she moves to pull me up and lead me towards her flat . . . Sunstrokes The gentle breeze from the sea stirred small grains of white sand and tickled the tiny hairs on Alice's brown skin. It also ruffled her fine, blonde pubic hairs and she opened her thighs slightly to enjoy the sensation more. Lying naked on a French beach in warm, late summer sunshine was proving to be one of the most enjoyable experiences so far of her backpacking holiday with her boyfriend Tom, who now lay on his towel dozing alongside her. They had walked to the beach from their campsite earlier that morning and were surprisingly hot and sweaty when they arrived. Being September, there were few other people around and the beach seemed almost deserted. An elderly lady sat on a small deckchair, reading under an umbrella, not far from the footpath so they had slipped off their shoes and walked further along the warm sand, around a low outcrop of cliff. There they had passed two girls sunbathing topless and listening to I-Pods as they read magazines. Alice had whipped Tom's bottom with her beach towel when she realised he was gawping far too obviously at the girl with the largest breasts. He had grinned innocently at her as they walked slightly further on to the perfect spot they now occupied. There was only one other person on this stretch of beach, an older man, probably in his forties, completely naked and deep brown all over from years of dedicated sunbathing. Once he'd realised that the other man wasn't wearing a swimsuit, Tom had dropped his small rucksack onto the sand and rapidly stripped off his clothes. Alice hesitated at first, but then realised that there was nobody else around who would care or any pervy strangers to stare at her, so she was soon running naked down to the sea with Tom where they splashed the cold water all over each other. Now they were lying in the sunshine, warm again after the cold, Atlantic water had shocked their skin into goosebumps all over, shrivelled Tom's penis to the size of a small nut and made her nipples so hard they almost hurt. On the way back up the beach she'd had a good look at the brown man, realising that his body was almost hairless, his pubes shaved clean away and that even his balls and the shaft of his cock were the same, deep brown colour. He had seen her looking, but just smiled and gave a friendly wave as they passed. The breeze from the sea had got slightly stronger and she realised that the way it was stirring her pubes and caressing her torso and breasts was actually making her feel slightly excited as she lay there on her back. Raising her upper body she propped herself on her elbows and looked down over her chest and abdomen. Her breasts were not large but Tom said they were beautifully shaped and her nipples were pink and jutted slightly upwards from the centre of the soft flesh. Looking around to make sure no-one was watching, she drew up her knees and let her thighs fall flat to the sand so that her pussy was completely open to the gentle caress of the air. Letting her head fall back, so her blonde hair touched the sand, she closed her eyes and almost gasped at the sensation as her soft, outer lips subtly shifted and opened allowing even more of the breeze to blow right over her sensitive parts. Alice suddenly realised that she was getting a bit too carried away and sat up sharply, glancing guiltily around her. Embarrassingly, she found herself looking straight into the smiling face of the brown man who had stood up and was watching her with interest. She wrapped her arms around her legs, resting her chin on her upraised knees and tried not to show how much she was blushing. As the brown man was standing only about fifty metres away though, she couldn't help taking a good look at his naked body. He was obviously very fit for his age with sinewy muscles and no fat around his belly. His penis was long, hanging over his hairless balls and Alice thought she could detect a slight swelling and twitching as she stared at it. The man gave a friendly wave again, before turning and trotting down to the water for a swim giving her a perfect view of his tight, brown buttocks as he went. Alice relaxed and shifted so she was cross-legged, leaning back on one extended arm. As she did this, she looked down to check exactly how much of herself she had been revealing. Rather shockingly, her pussy lips were folded open, her clit was visibly swollen and the inner entrance to her vagina was glistening slightly in the sunshine. Tom was still dozing obliviously next to her as she looked down at him and suddenly she knew that she needed him to do something about the aching, trembling desire that was building inside her. Reaching over she gently stroked the shaft of his flopped over cock as it lay on his lower belly. Tom moaned a bit, then jerked his head up sharply as he came round, realising what she was doing and where they were. 'Alice! What are you...?' he snapped. 'I'm feeling really horny, I need you to do something now' she replied simply almost too excited to breathe properly. 'We can't here -- there are other people -- they'll see!' 'Not if we're not too obvious -- anyway, I'm past caring' replied Alice eagerly and almost desperately. Tom sat up and looked around. The topless girls were still engrossed in their music and the brown man was swimming well out to sea. Alice's fingers were still stroking him and his cock was now completely hard, standing out from his belly with the purple head tight and smooth. The sight of Alice naked and aroused next to him made him realise that he wanted to do this too and that it was too late to worry about what anyone else would think. He leaned over, clasped her gently at the back of her neck and pulled their mouths together for a deep and loving kiss. His hand moved up to touch her body, stopping when he found her hard nipple which he held gently between forefinger and thumb, rolling it slowly from side to side. Nearly choking at this point, Alice moved her mouth slowly away and whispered urgently, 'You must rub my clit, please..' Turning onto his side so that his cock rested on Alice's thigh, Tom stroked his hand down over her belly causing her stomach muscles to ripple and her breathing to quicken. As his finger divided her soft folds and found the hard tip between, Alice gave a moan that was rather too loud for a public place but there was no going back now. It was then that Tom became aware of a slight movement not far away and Alice, too, stopped squirming and held her breath as she looked up. Standing, watching them intently was the brown man who had returned from his swim wet and sparkling with droplets of sea water. As he towelled himself dry he could see quite clearly what they were up to. Tom went to move his hand away from Alice's pussy, but she quickly grabbed his wrist 'No, you can't stop now' and she began to writhe against his touch again. Tom went red, but his erection was so hard and he was so excited by what he was doing to Alice that he slowly began to rub again. Alice spread her thighs right apart and now insisted that he put one, then two fingers inside her. Tom looked up at the brown man who had stopped towelling himself and whose cock was no longer hanging down, but hardening, thickening and rising up as he watched. This seemed to make Alice push harder against his fingers and he could feel more moisture oozing from her down over his knuckles. Turning his head to look at Alice, Tom then got the surprise of his life. Lying on her back, thighs wide apart and breasts thrust upward she had raised her arm and was beckoning to the brown man. 'Alice! What..' ' I want you both' she gasped,' Don't worry, I love you, but I want him to help too'. By this time, the brown man was already kneeling by Alice's side and she had her bottom raised off her towel in her desperation to push against Tom's fingers inside her. The brown man leaned over, cupped one breast gently and began teasing his tongue over the soft, curved flesh working up to the pink area around her nipple, but not actually touching it. Alice shouted out in her excitement and then began to make the loud, rhythmic cries which usually preceded her deepest, most satisfying orgasms. She reached out to grasp the brown man's rock hard shaft, pressing the ridge around its head with her thumb and causing him to grunt suddenly as he took her nipple into his warm mouth and rasped his tongue along it. Alice screamed, but she still couldn't come -- she really needed Tom's hard rod inside her, his fingers weren't thick enough to fill her wet opening. The brown man turned to Tom, realising what Alice needed, and gestured to him to take her. Tom pushed himself up and kneeled back on his heels, his cock thrusting upwards and his balls aching to be emptied. Moving himself to kneel between Alice's soft thighs he had to push his erect tool down towards its target although it was almost too stiff to get there. The brown man had now brought his hand down to Alice's pussy and was using his own fingers to spread her outer lips apart and out of the way of Tom's first, probing stroke. Alice's stomach muscles had contracted to a painful tightness, her head was bent forward to watch what was happening to her and her mouth was wide open as gasps of breath panted from her throat and lungs. When the head of Tom's cock had finally probed against Alice's lips long enough to make it wet and slippery it suddenly slipped right inside her and she shuddered all over as the outside world became dim and unreal. The brown man was working two slippery fingers together over the tip of her clit and Tom was sliding in a steady, hard rhythm she could feel deep inside her belly. Her bottom was off the ground and her calf muscles strained to keep her lower body at this angle. Tom was almost shouting now as Alice realised that he was about to come inside her and this was the final straw for her too. Her jaw ached as her mouth was so wide open when finally every muscle in her lower body seemed to spasm at once and floods of pleasure sensations rippled down her insides. Something hot and sticky suddenly spattered across her belly and chest and she realised that she had been gripping the brown man's cock so hard that he had ejaculated all over her and was jerking the last few drops out as her hand pumped him up and down. Tom was also coming, but deep inside her and she felt his cock swell and thrust upwards against the front of her fanny as he shouted out and collapsed forward onto her. Alice didn't know how long it was until she opened her eyes again. When she did, she felt rather hot and uncomfortable as Tom was still lying on top of her, his face buried against her neck. She pushed him gently to move him away and felt his now limp cock slip smoothly out of her making a wet plop as it emerged. A mixture of Tom's come and her juices trickled over the soft part of her buttocks beneath her pussy opening. Their new acquaintance was lying propped on one elbow looking at them as they uncoupled. 'Hi, I'm Willem. Nice to meet you!' he said in a rather guttural accent. Alice realised that he was probably Dutch. There was an embarrassed silence as neither Alice nor Tom could really believe what they had just done. Just then they became aware of rather loud voices not far away and looked round to see the two French girls glaring over at them, muttering loudly in disgust and hurriedly pulling their clothes on to escape the scene of debauchery that they had obviously witnessed. This broke the ice and the naked threesome started to laugh as the girls stomped angrily away. Alice stopped suddenly when she realised that the laughter was causing her vaginal muscles to squeeze even more stickiness out over her bum cheeks. Completely unembarrassed by this, Willem suggested that they could all do with another swim to clean themselves up. On the way to the water and back they started to chat in a more relaxed way and the English couple discovered that Willem ran his own Franco-Dutch company and had a second home not far from this beautiful beach. When he found that they were camping he generously invited them to come and stay at his place. By this time Alice and Tom were feeling more sensible again and were a little wary of getting too involved with a complete stranger, even though they had only just experienced intimate sexual activity with him. Rather than decline completely then they promised to give him a call before the end of their holiday and perhaps visit him for a meal. Saying their goodbyes, the young couple set off back to their campsite, mostly in silence as they didn't really know what to say to each other. A few days passed, during which they walked the coastal paths and swam on other beaches enjoying each other's company as usual. Tom was obviously very excited by their recent sexual exploit and Alice began to find his frequent references to it rather annoying, not to mention his almost constant erections and requests for her to wank him off two or three times a day! When they did make love properly again though her fantasies soon drifted back to the beach and especially to Willem's hard, brown body and his long cock which had pulsed so vigorously when he had ejaculated all over her naked body. As Tom made her come she found that she was imagining what it would be like to feel that pulsation inside her and Willem's sinewy body thrusting on top of her. Later, when she suggested that they should perhaps visit Willem on the last evening of their holiday, Tom agreed very eagerly and called him on his mobile almost straight away. On that final evening then, they turned up at the agreed time at a beautiful granite and slate roofed house only about a mile from the beach and with breathtaking views along the coast and out to sea. Willem greeted them both with warm embraces and continental kisses on both cheeks before showing them onto a veranda looking out over the garden. Alice had made up her mind that there was no way she would ever repeat what she had done on that beach but once she was in Willem's presence again she couldn't help feeling a small tingle of excitement and a subtle flutter in her belly. Once she saw the big bottle of champagne cooling in a bucket on the veranda table she knew that her earlier certainty was wavering -- even a single glass of champagne was enough to make her uninhibited, even without any arousing thoughts about Willem and Tom devoting such intimate attention to her. So it was, that after a light meal and several glasses of champagne, they found themselves entering Willem's main bedroom after she had cheekily asked if they could have a look around. Tom had got a bit loud due to the alcohol and had been caressing her more and more intimately as the evening went on. Willem had watched with his usual amused, gentle smile but he had also made the most of a few opportunities to pass close to her, even brushing his hand across her breast at one time when she had dropped some food onto her thin summer dress. Alice went literally weak at the knees and almost stumbled when Willem pushed the bedroom door open. Tom's mouth even fell open as it was one of the most sumptuously decorated bedrooms either of them had ever seen. Rugs covered the polished wood floor, the windows looked out at the sunset over the sea and a large, gilt framed mirror covered nearly the whole of the wall opposite the large bed piled high with cushions and a deep, soft duvet. 'Wow' said Alice without thinking 'I'd love to have a fuck on that bed!' 'That can be arranged' answered Willem smoothly. Tom stood there still in shock for a few seconds, then exclaimed 'Come on then' and started stripping off until he was stood there with his hard cock pointing upwards and the other two watching him in amusement. What followed was a more gentle and leisurely version of their escapade on the beach. This time though Alice was determined that she would have Willem too and hoped that Tom would let her. Tom came over to her and slowly undid the buttons up the front of her dress, while Willem moved round behind her and slipped it off over her shoulders. This immediately revealed her breasts as she wasn't wearing a bra and Tom knelt in front of her to slip down her knickers as Willem caressed her breasts and nuzzled her neck from behind. The sensation of having two such kind and gentle lovers devoting all their attention to her made her very excited and she trembled as Tom knelt up to kiss and run his cheek against her belly. Tom lead her to the bed while Willem stripped of f his own shirt and trousers. He was wearing no underpants and that long, brown cock sprang out as he slipped the trousers off. Alice wanted to hold it again, but as she lay down on the big, cool bed with Tom nuzzling her breast, Willem climbed up in front of her and pushed her legs gently apart. She began breathing more heavily as she realised what he was about to do, but once his head went down and his hot tongue made contact with her clit and pussy lips the effect on her was unbelievable. Tom was good at this too, but she had never before felt two men's tongues working on different, intimate parts of her body at once. There was now no need to worry about other people of course, so she was completely uninhibited in the way she cried out and writhed. Tom was having difficulty keeping his mouth in contact but Willem just buried his tongue deeper into her crack with every thrust she made. Too soon it seemed, she felt spasms coming and simply screamed as waves of pulsating pleasure spread from her rock hard clit and up through her belly to her tits. Despite the intensity of this oral orgasm she realise that she was missing the deep penetration of a hard cock inside her and she called out 'Please, please I want Willem inside me'. Tom was a bit surprised but nodded his agreement and watched in fascination as Willem, ever the considerate lover, reached into a bedside drawer for a condom. As he was unrolling it down his long tool Alice had a sudden and shocking desire to be taken in a completely wanton way by the two men. Pushing Tom away for a moment, she rolled over and kneeled upright. Then she leaned slowly forward onto her hands, facing the huge gold-framed mirror and they realised what she wanted. Alice watched everything in the mirror, her breasts hanging down and shaking around as the mattress bounced from the movements of her two lovers. She could see Willem's long cock as he held it encased in a gold coloured rubber and manoeuvred himself round behind her. Tom was kneeling alongside her and she lifted one hand to reach out and hold his cock, pulling him towards her so she could lower her mouth down onto it. As she did this she could just glimpse Willem smiling at her as he gently stroked her wide open buttocks and pushed the tip of his knob gradually into her wet and slippery opening. She wanted to gasp as he entered her, but her mouth was clamped tight around Tom's bulging glans and the sudden motion of her throat combined with the sight of another man's cock sliding into Alice was too much for him. His cock tightened as he tried to control the vigour of his thrusts into her mouth and as he shouted out his pleasure and jerked uncontrollably she pulled her mouth away so that the jet of warm stickiness shot all over her swaying breasts. The sensation of sticky fluid dripping off the end of her nipple was not unpleasant but she didn't have time to think much about it as she was watching Willem in the mirror and feeling the increased intensity of his thrusts. His hands were gripping her hips, his eyes were closed and his head tilted back as he breathed out heavily with each forward push. Tom was obviously becoming excited again already at the sight of the other two and leaned forward to kiss her, passing one hand underneath her and along her belly until he found the place where Willem's shaft entered her. Alice felt Tom's fingers exploring for a second until a sharp pleasure spasm made her vagina tighten as he found her exposed clitoris. He started to slide his fingers over the unhooded tip, but she stopped him as it was so sensitive from its earlier licking by Willem and even slightly sore. Instead, she used her own hand to hold him still as the rocking motion of Willem's quickening thrusts was exciting her to a new peak of pleasure which she could hardly bear. Sunstrokes Alice's orgasm was very close and she gripped her buttock muscles together to increase the sensation. Willem's head collapsed forward and he let out a series of loud groans as he came with his penis thrust deeply forward against the soft warmth of her inside. Tom realised that Alice needed to come too and gave a few quick strokes of his fingers that sent her over the edge. Alice didn't scream or cry out this time, just uttering an almost unbelieving 'Ohhhh...' that seemed to go on until there was no breath left in her. A sensation of warmth and relaxation spread over her and she would have collapsed then if Willem hadn't still been holding her and sliding his now slightly soft shaft gently in and out. Eventually he stopped and carefully withdrew, holding the condom until he could wrap it in tissue and toss it to the floor. Alice dropped down with one arm and one leg draped over Tom who lay on his back, breathing slightly heavily. Willem lay down behind her and shaped his body along her, stroking her hair gently as all three of them dozed off, tired from their exertions and their earlier consumption of champagne. Next morning Alice woke first and found herself still between her two naked lovers. This time she felt no embarrassment or regret at what she had done. Tom was still her true lover and Willem would hopefully be a good friend they would meet up with again in the future. At least, she sincerely hoped that they would -- perhaps at Willem's Amsterdam apartment next time.