2 comments/ 13362 views/ 5 favorites The English Countryside Encounter By: DirtyDeni As Dayna clicked the Polycom off in the conference room, she could barely contain the grin on her face as her eyes darted around the room at her colleagues, trying to assess whether they were as excited about the news as she was. Brian and Luke had neutral expressions on their faces as they jotted down a few notes in their notebook about the meeting. "What do you guys think?" she smiled giddily. Her dark brown eyes crinkled at the corners and twinkled with glee, while her long dark locks flowed around her shoulders. "About?" asked Brian, not quite sure what she was talking about. "The trip!" Dayna replied. Brian and Luke looked at each, puzzled, wondering where she was going with this conversation. "Uh, I think we're flying to the UK for some meetings, then we stay in the hotel til Wednesday, then go to the conference, then fly back home," Luke responded in his usual semi-arrogant manner, returning his gaze back to his notebook to record a few more notes from the teleconference. Dayna sighed heavily, "Guys, with the customer meetings happening the week before the conference, that means we have a company-paid four-day weekend in the southern part of the UK during the Queen's Diamond Jubilee! We need to DO SOMETHING, I don't want to sit in a hotel for four days watching BBC." A look of annoyance crossed Luke's face. He traveled to the UK frequently and had no burning desire to drag Dayna through London sightseeing, even if she was his manager. He would be perfectly happy to sit in the hotel and do some work on his computer while nobody was around to interrupt him. Brian sensed the tension between the two - Dayna's giddy exuberance often clashed with Luke's more reserved and introverted nature. Brian's personality was also quite different from Dayna's, but she was a beautiful woman and a decade younger than him - no red-blooded American male could resist the charms of a woman like her. Well, except for Luke, apparently. Even though their relationship was strictly professional, with Dayna as Brian's manager, there had always been a closeness between them and Brian liked to make Dayna happy. Luke was a jaded traveler, but Dayna had only been to the UK a handful of times. Whenever she went, she was usually on such a tight schedule that there was no time for sightseeing or tourism. Brian offered a compromise, "Here's an idea - why don't we rent a motorhome and drive through the countryside, maybe go down to the coast. It's beautiful there this time of year, and we won't get caught up in the crazy tourism near London for Jubilee." "Sure, sounds great! I'm up for anything! I just don't want to blow my weekend sitting in a boring hotel," Dayna's smile was back on her face as she practically bounced in her chair in excitement. "Faaaaaaantastic," Luke replied coolly. Brian rolled his eyes at Luke, "I'll have our secretary make the arrangements." *** Arriving at London's Heathrow on-time after the red-eye, Dayna, Luke, and Brian walked through the airport terminal groggily, hauling their luggage, looking for their driver. Dayna was the first to spot the man they were told was named Paul, dressed formally in a tuxedo as he stood with a placard listing their names. "Over there," she pointed as the trio began walking towards Paul. As they approached, Paul greeted them cheerily, "Welcome! I trust you had a pleasant flight?" "Yes, it was lovely," Dayna replied graciously. "Wonderful, I'm happy to hear it! Right this way, the car is waiting." Paul led them out to a gorgeous black limousine and assisted them with their bags. "Oh baby, a limo!" Dayna giggled to Brian, who laughed and shook his head as they piled in. Their customer meetings were in a town an hour west of London, and Brian was happy to tip his head back and try to rest until they got there. Dayna sat up in her seat, looking out the windows excitedly, trying to take it all in. She couldn't wait until the weekend for their mini-vacation. *** The four-day customer meeting seemed to drag. There were so many technical details to be reviewed, and with the new personnel on the customer team, Dayna, Brian, Luke, and their UK-based colleagues had to work extra hard to try to get the new staff to understand what they wanted to build for the solution. Throughout the week, Dayna had grown weary of Damo and his team. Damo was the customer's program manager; he was polite and professional, but whenever she was in the UK, she always felt that men looked down on women in business. Maybe she was just being paranoid, but she was used to being treated as an equal and not feeling like she had to work harder to be taken seriously. Trying to stay on her toes at all times had been tiring, and it didn't help that she found Damo to be attractive. He was slightly older than Dayna, and always impeccably dressed in a well-tailored suit and expensive Italian shoes. He was tall - about 6'2" - with broad shoulders, an expansive chest, muscular arms, and a narrow waist. He had long, smooth strawberry blond hair that fell down to his shoulder blades and the bluest eyes she had ever seen. His voice was deeper than you'd expect, and ohhhhh that accent was so sexy. Despite his fair complexion, Damo had a dark, sensual look in his eyes, like his mind was often wandering in appropriate directions. Her mind often wandered, too, wondering what he looked like under that suit and what kind of a guy he was outside of the workplace. But she had to quickly snap her attention back to the meetings to ensure she stayed on top of the conversation at all times, ready to answer any question Damo or his team dealt out. Each day ran late - they often didn't return back to the hotel until 7 or 8pm - and by then they were exhausted from the intensity of the meetings and the jet-lag. After a quick bite to eat in the hotel's restaurant, they would each retire to their rooms and try to sleep, but instead found themselves tossing and turning restlessly. By Friday, though, the American team was adjusted to the time zone difference, caught up on sleep, and feeling refreshed - something they were all grateful for, since they would be in the UK for another week. "So, gentlemen, I believe we've now met agreement on each of the points. Do you concur?" Dayna asked Damo politely. "Yes, Dayna, I believe we have. Many thanks to you and your team for your hard work, I believe this solution will provide exactly what we need," Damo smiled warmly and stood to offer his hand for a shake. Dayna stood and reached out, sealing the deal with a handshake, taken aback by the weird tingle of electricity that passed between their palms - she wondered if he felt it, too. The others on the team shook their hands and offering their thanks before Damo and his team departed. Tipping her head back and scrunching up her face as she rubbed her eyes wearily, Dayna said to the team, "Nice work, everyone. Now I propose we retire to the pub for some bloody drinks!" Her UK colleagues laughed at her British impersonation, but were quick to agree that she had a good idea. Of course, what British man would turn down the opportunity to go to the pub at 3pm on a Friday afternoon before a long holiday weekend! Dayna, Brian, Luke, Simon, Graeme, and Ian walked into The Frog and the Crown and settled into a table, then Simon headed off to get the first round of drinks. Graeme chose the seat beside Dayna. He was a member of the UK team who she also hadn't been able to take her eyes off for most of the week. "Damn, what is this with me and British men?" she wondered to herself. "Must be that sexy accent!" Graeme was also tall, but very slender - he had the body of a marathon runner. He had sparkling blue eyes, and dark hair that was gelled at the top into a tousled, spiky look. Graeme was a couple of years younger than Dayna, and had a sweet and funny personality, often cracking little jokes to her and the team as they were walking to lunch or when the customer was out of the room. Several times throughout the week, she caught him looking at her, and each time he got caught he would look away as a smile gently spread across his face. He was so adorable, and while he was always professional in his dealings with the customer, Dayna suspected that Graeme was being restrained and was probably a lot of fun outside of work - she was immediately attracted to him. "So, any special plans for the weekend?" Graeme asked her quietly, propping his elbow on the table and cocking his head as he rested his chin on his palm to look at her. "Yes, actually. We're renting a motorhome and driving around the countryside." Graeme pondered her last statement for a moment, with a funny smile playing on his face. "Ah, fantastic! I'll be doing the same with my family, although we'll be gone for a week - we're camping down in Southampton. Have you ever been?" "No, actually I've never had a chance to do any sightseeing," she said, as she finished her first pint of beer. Dayna hadn't been eating well on this trip due to their erratic schedules, and the drink immediately went to her head, making her feel tipsy and relaxed. "My, my, I see the lady is quite thirsty today," Ian interrupted from his seat across the table. Dayna blushed as she glanced down at her empty mug and realized she was the first to finish. "I'm sorry, that wasn't very proper of me, was it?" "No worries," Graeme reassured her, "I'll get you another." Before she could protest, he was already up and halfway across the room. With her hands folded in front of her, Dayna squeezed her eyes tight in embarrassment. Ian reached across the table and put his hand on top of hers in a friendly gesture, "Really - no worries. We're all just getting started," he laughed. She laughed in response, and was thankful for his kind gesture to put her at ease. She looked around the table and was further reassured when she realized that everyone was finishing the last sips of their pints in anticipation of the second round that Graeme was bringing. Dayna turned to the other guys and joined in their conversation, recapping the customer meeting. Graeme returned and passed the fresh drinks around, then slid back onto his seat beside her, lightly brushing her thigh with his hand. His motion was so smooth and swift that it almost appeared as accidental contact, but she suspected it may have been intentional. Either way, her stomach somersaulted at his touch! Graeme leaned into her and asked quietly, "So where are you going on your trip?" "I don't know, I think we're just going to drive southwest, see what we see, and stop when we stop. Brian's doing the driving, I don't think he has any specific plans." "I highly recommend this place," Graeme purred as he pressed a piece of paper into her hand under the table, letting his fingers caress her palm just a few moments longer than necessary. Dayna pulled the paper up to look at it, and found an address written down. "What's this?" Graeme looked deeply into her eyes, his smoldering blue eyes melting her. He leaned his face closer to hers, tantalizingly close as if he were going to kiss her, then at the last second moved his mouth to her ear and whispered, "It's where I'll be staying. I'd love to...," he paused, "see you there." He winked at her and smiled. Unable to hear the conversation, Ian laughed, "What are you two conspiring about over there?" Dayna and Graeme laughed, jolted back to the reality of their business dinner with their colleagues, and she responded, "Nothing," before they returned their attention to the conversation at the rest of the table. Throughout dinner, and as the group continued to down a few more pints, funny stories flowed and everyone became giggly. Whenever Dayna would erupt in laughter, she absentmindedly leaned into Graeme or put her hand on his arm in a friendly manner. Graeme's hand occasionally wandered onto her leg. He would surreptitiously continue to follow the table conversation, making eye contact with anyone but Dayna, while his hand gently caressed her thigh. She would let his hand linger for a few moments, then playfully knock it off of her leg without raising anyone's suspicion. When she glanced over at him, his mouth would be in a hard line, attempting to suppress his smirk, but his eyes were turned up at the corners giving away his smile. "Well, gentlemen, I think we should be heading back to the hotel," Luke noted as he glanced at his watch. "We're planning to leave early tomorrow for our trip through the countryside." Dayna's shoulders drooped with disappointment, she was enjoying this evening - especially Graeme's company. He reached under the table and laced his fingers through hers, giving her hand a squeeze before leaning over and asking quietly, "Maybe I'll see you in Southampton?" with a hopeful smile. She shrugged, unsure of what Luke and Brian wanted to do, or where their trip would take them. "Maybe," she said hopefully. "I hope so," he said, before taking her hand and pulling it onto his lap, pressing her palm against his erection. Alarmed, she quickly pulled her hand back, but smiled at him and shook her head in amazement of how bold he was. His eyes were droopy from the alcohol, but there was no question that the look in his eye was that of extreme arousal. There was electricity between them, so palpable that she hoped others around them couldn't feel it. She wanted him as much as he seemed to want her. The group paid their bill and began to walk out, but Graeme gently tugged her arm and quietly urged, "Let the others walk out ahead of us." She did as he requested, unsure of the reason for his request, so that they were the last two to step out into the cool, dark evening air as they walked to their cars. Quickly and without warning, while the others were walking up the steps to the parking lot, Graeme grabbed her and pulled her close, pressing his lips against hers. Caught off guard, she resisted momentarily but then quickly relaxed into his kiss, letting his tongue explore her mouth while his hands reached back and pulled her against his body, pushing his erection against her belly. She moaned quietly into his mouth, returning the feverish kiss. As quickly as it began, he broke it off, then grabbed her hand and ran up a few steps to catch up to the group, so they wouldn't attract any attention. Dayna walked up the remaining steps in stunned silence, feeling the familiar tingling sensation between her legs. Oh, she wanted Graeme! But she had a professional reputation to maintain, and she had to ride back to the hotel with Brian and Luke in the single car they had rented. Arriving at the top of the steps, the US and UK-based teammates shook hands and said goodbye. When Graeme grabbed hold of Dayna's hand to shake it, that shock of electricity passed between them as he looked into her eyes seductively, "I hope the remainder of your trip is more than pleasant," as he emphasized the word "more". "Goodbye, Graeme, until next time," she returned quietly, but seductively, licking her lip before biting it softly to tease him. Returning to the hotel, Dayna went to her room and couldn't get Graeme out of her mind. Her pussy was so wet from her encounter with him that she needed relief or she wouldn't be able to fall asleep. So Dayna washed her face, brushed her teeth, turned off the light, then pleasured herself to images of Graeme until her body convulsed and shuddered in a glorious orgasm, before falling into a deep sleep. That night, she slept soundly but awoke the next morning recalling her vivid dream about meeting up with Graeme in a campground before they snuck off into the woods to get frisky. Oh it was such a hot dream, she had to make sure that she, Brian, and Luke got down to Southampton today! As she showered, she led the suds flow down her naked body. Closing her eyes and tipping her face to the hot water coming down on her, her mind kept reliving the brief kiss she shared with Graeme in the parking lot the night before. Her hand slid along the slope of her breasts, pausing on her nipples, which quickly grew and darkened as she squeezed them. Dayna moaned in pleasure, imagining that the hand was Graeme's instead of hers. Putting more soap lather in her hand, she slid her hand between her legs to wash herself and shuddered at her own touch, so soft and sensual. Dayna lifted a leg and rested it on the edge of the shower, providing herself with better access to her swollen pussy. She slipped a finger inside herself and then slowly inserted a second, stretching them apart to add pressure and tension to her slick folds. "Ohhhhhhh," she groaned at the sensation. Wanting so badly to be penetrated and fucked, she opened the shower curtain and anxiously glanced around the bathroom to see if there was anything in there she could use as a makeshift dildo. "Ah, jackpot!" she yelled, as she reached over to the sink and grabbed her hairbrush, which had a long, thick, rubber-coated handle. She inserted it slowly and sighed as it filled her. Bending over, she used her left hand to thrust the handle inside herself rhythmically, while she used her right hand to diddle her sensitive clit. The hot water made everything slippery and stifled the sound of her yells and moans so that the sounds wouldn't drift into the adjacent hotel rooms. Dayna was so worked up that she quickly picked up the pace of the thrusting, shoving the handle into her horny pussy hard and fast while feverish fingering her trigger point. Suddenly her body was wracked with spasms of bliss as she called out "Oh God, Graeme! Graeme! Yes, Graeme, fuck meeeeeeeeeeeee!!" as she imagined that he was there. Within moments, she felt the crescendo build, reach the peak of her orgasm, then slowly start working its way back down, fluttering like a butterfly, bringing her back to earth. She fell to her knees, having lost all energy, and supported herself on her hands on the shower floor, letting the hot water continue to pour over her while her breathing returned to normal, before clambering back to her feet to finish her shower. Once out of the shower, she quickly dressed, did her hair and makeup, brushed her teeth, and packed up her remaining items. As she stepped off the elevator to the lobby, Luke was standing there impatiently, glaring at her. "We've been waiting for 15 minutes, where have you been?" "Oh geez, I'm sorry, I uhhh overslept," she lied. Brian tried once again to be the mediator, "It's OK, we have four days ahead of us without any schedules to maintain, let's just get going." "Great!" she said enthusiastically, glaring at Luke in equal annoyance. "Hey I found out about a great place we should go to - Graeme recommended it!" She thrusted the piece of paper that Graeme had given her with the address towards Brian. Looking at the address, his face crumpled in a frown, then he looked back to her and saw her waiting there expectantly, excited about her find. "Dayna, I'm sorry, I already made reservations for us in Cornwall." Crestfallen, Dayna replied, "I didn't think we had any specific plans? I thought we were just going to wing it, and go wherever we go?" "I know, but unfortunately it's a holiday weekend over here - it's the Diamond Jubilee - which means most hotels and campgrounds in the southern part of the country are booked. I had our secretary find a place and make the reservations weeks ago. But listen, she found a great place - she looked at all the travel review websites and it was highly rated. We'll take our time driving there so we can see the countryside," Brian responded tentatively, unsure of why Dayna would be acting so strangely about this. She sighed heavily, then picked up her bag and said, "OK, then, let's get going." Deep down, she was heartbroken that she wouldn't see Graeme again. "Maybe it's for the best, though," she thought to herself, although she knew that she was still going to be horny most of the trip thinking about him. The English Countryside Encounter *** The English countryside was breathtakingly beautiful. Dayna's mood quickly turned around as she marveled at the lush greenery and spotted glimpses of the ocean on their drive. She marveled at the old buildings, in awe of how long some of them had been standing, and the unusual thatched roofs. Everything about England seemed new and different and exciting to her. Rather than taking a direct route to Cornwall, Brian took the scenic route, allowing them to spend the entire day driving throughout the region, pulling over often for Dayna to hop out and take photos, much to Luke's dismay. "Well, folks, we're almost at the campground, and I'm starving. I think we should grab a bite to eat somewhere before we head in," Brian suggested. "It's been a long day - should we just stop here?" he pointed to a simple restaurant along the side of the road. "Sure, let's eat!" Dayna agreed. The restaurant was small, but had quite a few diners and the waitstaff seemed very caring and friendly - it was the kind of place where you sensed the owners probably took great pride in the sumptuous traditional British meals that they served. First impressions were correct - dinner was delicious, quite possibly the best meal they had eaten on their trip. Pulling into the campground in Cornwall, Dayna had to admit that their secretary had chosen well - this was a gorgeous location. They checked in at the office and were given a location to park their motorhome. For the next couple of hours, Luke, Brian, and Dayna grumbled and argued over getting things set up and organized for their stay. The men were gracious enough to give Dayna the "bedroom" part of the motorhome - which was basically a small bed with a curtain that could be pulled to provide privacy from the rest of the motorhome; Luke said he would sleep in the pull-out couch, and Brian agreed to take the kitchen table, which folded down into a bed. The three colleagues settled into their beds and quickly drifted off to sleep. The next morning, Dayna was awakened rather early by the sounds of her fellow travelers moving about the motorhome. Rubbing her eyes blearily, she pushed the curtain aside and saw Brian and Luke fully dressed, putting their shoes on. "Where are you guys going?" she yawned. "Fishing," Luke said flatly. "When we checked into the office yesterday, we noticed that they rented fishing poles and sold bait. We thought we'd head out early and try our luck, do you want to join us?" Brian asked. "No - I'm going back to bed," Dayna groaned as she closed the curtain in irritation and retreated back into her bedroom, quickly drifting back off to sleep. The curtains in the motorhome's windows were thin, and before long, the sunshine was peeking through and hitting her in the eyes. Dayna tried flipping around to put the pillow over her eyes, but it was useless. With a sigh, she sat up in bed and pushed the curtain aside to look outside. "Wow, it's really beautiful out there," she said aloud to herself. She stood up and stretched, then went to use the tiny bathroom in the motorhome, noticing that the guys still hadn't returned from their fishing trip. After doing her business, she opened the glass door to the shower - or what was meant to be the shower. It was a tiny stall with a handheld shower wand, she frowned as she wondered how she was supposed to take a decent shower in something like this. Although, she did eye that shower wand curiously, wondering if it would help to relieve some of the sexual pressure she was feeling as thoughts of Graeme still swirled in her head. The water in the camper wasn't particularly hot, though, nor was there much pressure - certainly not what she expected out of a shower. She rolled her eyes and padded back to her bedroom, suddenly remembering that one of the brochures that the campground had given them at check-in had mentioned something about public showers. "Maybe that's better, it's at least worth checking out." Dayna slipped into a bikini and threw on flip-flops, figuring that she could keep those on and still wash thoroughly at the shower block. As she walked along to the showers, she noticed the campground was very quiet and peaceful at this time of day. "Most normal people are probably still sleeping," she mused, "not like Luke and Brian who just HAD to get up early on a Saturday to go fishing." She rolled her eyes in annoyance and yawned again. Never having been in a campground, Dayna wasn't sure what to expect public showers to be like, and she was certainly taken aback to realize that men and women showered in the same area. There was privacy by way of a flimsy wooden door on each of the small cubicles lined up along a wall behind the public restrooms, but the thought of showering in the stall next to a naked man was a bit disconcerting. As she approached from the side, she heard water running in the first stall, and she noticed that the door was slightly ajar. She had to walk past this stall to get to the others, and while she tried to keep her eyes focused straight ahead, curiosity got the best of her and she couldn't resist a quick peek in the open space between the stall and the cracked door. Dayna stood there, shocked, stealing a glimpse of a man's naked ass as he stood with his back to her, lathering shampoo into his long blond hair. Suddenly that familiar tightening hit her stomach - the feeling of horniness that she'd been battling for days. Mesmerized, she watched as the tall, muscular man tipped his head back to bask in the steamy water hitting his chest. She could feel moisture pooling between her legs, and her breathing became deep and heavy - she couldn't take her eyes off of this man. The man turned 180 degrees, now facing her straight on. His eyes were still closed, and he tipped his head backwards so that the water could rinse the shampoo out of his silky hair. His cock stood at full attention - either an artifact of morning wood or perhaps some stroking that he had been doing when his back was turned to her. Dayna quickly sucked a lungful of air into her and gasped unexpectedly. The man's eyes opened in surprise at the sound and she brought her hands up to her face in horror. "Miss Marx! Excuse me, what do you think you are doing? Have you no manners, young lady?" "I... I... I'm so sorry, Mr. King," she recoiled in fear, now that her customer's program manager, Damo, had just caught her watching him take a shower. Making no attempt to cover himself or adjust the door, he glared at her through slitted eyes, "Well then, what do you have to say for yourself? Are all Americans as rude and improper as you?" "No, I'm sorry, I.. I... I shouldn't have watched. Oh my God, Mr. King I am so sorry!" Dayna wailed, nearly in tears. There was a part of Damo that was very angry with her. But then there was another part which was more than happy to see her - and that part seemed to grow even bigger than it's normal 9" size! Her body was always hidden beneath demure business clothing at work, and while he had always appreciated her shapely arse and large chest, seeing her before him wearing only her bikini and flip-flops drove him wild. The solid black fabric of her bikini made her excited nipples that much more obvious to him, and oh how he longed to feel those in his hands. "Well then, I believe it's time to get along to your business," Damo said sternly. "You need to shower, and the water in here is already warmed up," his voice softened as he pushed the door open and motioned with his hand for her to join him. "You.. you..," she stammered, "want me to shower WITH you?" "But of course! Neither of us are capable of washing our own backs, Miss Marx, so we shall help each other to wash." She stood, frozen, unsure of what to do, but her pert nipples and horny pussy encouraged her to step forward into the stall. As if under a trance, she followed. "Let's see if we can fix this latch on the door, shall we?" Damo said calmly as he tried to secure the door so it would stay shut. Dayna still stood silently, lips parted, eyes fixed on Damo's strong, muscular, naked body before her as he wrestled with the door. "What's the matter, Miss Marx," Damo cocked his head as he spoke to her, "does the cat have your tongue? I believe it should be you who needs to make this up to me. However," he sighed, "you need to catch up with your own washing first. Shall we start with your hair?" "Yes," she squeaked quietly as Damo picked up the shampoo and squirted a large dollop into his hand. "Turn around, Miss Marx," he directed, and she did as he asked. He put his hands in her dark hair and massaged it into her scalp. She began to visibly relax as he continued the massage, making her head tingle, but when his stiff cock pushed into her lower back, she stiffened up again nervously. "Miss Marx, why are you so nervous?" he asked softly as he pushed her sudsy hair to one side and rubbed her neck and shoulders. "If you are uncomfortable, you can leave." "No, Mr. King, it's fine. I'm sorry, I'm just still a little stunned. But this feels nice," she admitted. "OK, maybe more than nice." Damo could hear the smile in her voice with her last sentence. "Please, call me Damo," he breathed into her ear as he kissed the side of her neck while slowly untying her bikini top. "You have such smooth skin," he marveled, "I want to feel all of it. May I touch you?" Still with her back to him, she nodded, and he slid the bikini top off her arms before reaching his hands around to cup her breasts. She sighed at his touch, and tipped her head back so that it was pushing against his shoulder, forcing her chest out, further into his hands. He groaned at the feel of her stiffening nipples under his palm. "Oh, my, these are quite nice." Dayna moaned as he pinched her nipples between his thumb and forefinger, causing them to grow larger and longer under his touch. He was standing flush against her back, pushing the length of his erection up her spine, making sure she could feel it's incredible size, thickness, and stiffness. "Oh Damo," she whispered as he kneaded and massaged her breasts, pinching and tugging on her nipples to keep them firm. Damo kept his left hand enveloping her left breast, but let his right hand slide down the center of her body slowly while he kissed and lightly nipped at the side of her neck. When he reached her bikini bottom, he slid his finger along the waistband teasingly, tugging at it seductively. The fabric was so smooth to his fingers, he couldn't resist sliding his hand along the outside and down underneath. He was surprised to realize he could feel the folds of her pussy even through the outside of the thin fabric, making him realize that she must be shaved or waxed down there. His cock twitched at the thought. Pushing her swimsuit aside, he slid a finger inside her, making her gasp. "Well, I see that you became rather wet whilst spying on me," he whispered, "and I don't mean wet from the water," he added seductively. She pushed her ass back into him, grinding against his hard-on, while he continued to let his fingers explore her bare, silky folds, made slippery from her arousal. "I think it's only fair that since I am naked, that you should be, too." He hooked his fingers in the sides of her bikini bottom and in one swift motion, slid them down her legs. "That is one fine arse, Miss Marx," he complimented as he began to straighten back up, pausing to plant a kiss on her ass. "Turn around and let's get this shampoo rinsed out of your hair, shall we?" Obediently, she spun around to face him, standing gloriously naked before him. He smiled in satisfaction as his eyes feasted on her bare flesh. Gazing downward to the apex of her thighs, he groaned, "You are as bare as the day you were born, Miss Marx. I quite like that." Dayna lifted her arms up and tipped her head backwards into the hot water, running her fingers through her hair to work out all the suds. This position caused her breasts to swell and push out towards him, and she stood on the balls of her feet to elongate her body. "Oh what you're doing to me, t'isn't fair, you know," he growled as he took his cock in his hand and stroked a few times, moaning to the sensation. "Enough with the hair, put your foot on this ledge," he pointed to the small seat that was positioned about 2 feet high inside the shower. Carefully, she propped her foot up on the seat and leaned against the wall of the shower stall, opening herself to him. Dayna gazed at him seductively, biting her lip in mock innocence. Damo made a clucking sound with his tongue and shook his head in disbelief at her, then he sank down to his knees in front of her. With his face merely inches from her pussy, he ran his hands along her thighs and slid two fingers inside her, making her moan as she closed her eyes. "Oh, Damo." "You like this, do you?" he asked as she nodded enthusiastically, face scrunched up as she focused on the feeling. "How about this?" he asked as he turned his palm towards him and moved those fingers in a "come hither" motion along the inside of her pussy wall. "Ohhhhhhh," she moaned loudly, face still concentrating on the feeling. Damo slid his other hand between her legs to her backside, and began teasing her asshole with his finger as he tickled her clit with his nose. "Oh my God!" she gasped in delight, then began bucking slowly against his hands and nose, grinding into him. He licked around her clit gently, then sucked it firmly into his mouth, causing her to moan more loudly. Damo flicked her clit with his tongue at a slow, steady pace, then slid his finger into her ass, all the way up to the knuckle. She cried out in surprise, but he knew she was enjoying everything that he was doing, and he noticed that her hands had gone to her breasts, where she was eagerly rubbing and squeezing them, keeping her nipples fully erect. Damo wanted to feel her cum against his hand, against his mouth, so he used his thick, expert fingers to combine all three sensations - he thrusted his finger in and out of her ass while rubbing the inside of her pussy with other hand and flicking her clit roughly but rhythmically with his tongue. Her body took over and bucked in the same rhythm, grinding against him as he kept up the same pace. Suddenly, Dayna cried out, "Oh... oh... oh... OHHHHHHH!! Damo!! Oh my God!! Ohhhh!!!" He could feel her pussy contracting around his fingers, and the spasms continued back to where he could feel them through the walls of her smooth ass with his other hand. His cock throbbed as she shuddered with her orgasm; he could taste her juices on his tongue. Slowly, he slid his fingers out of her and moved his face lower, to where he could gently lick at her bare, swollen pussy lips and lap up her juices, making her feel good while she continued to come down off her earth-shattering orgasm. She put her hands in his hair and gently stroked his head as she fluttered back down off the peak. Standing up, Damo looked at her and grinned, "Well now, I'd say you're squeaky clean. But I still need a little.. cleaning." Dayna looked up at him with a sated, relaxed smile. She maintained eye contact while she reached down and grasped his stiff cock in her hand. "Mmmmm, you're quite large. And very thick," she purred as she stroked him. Slowly, Dayna sunk down to her knees in front of Damo, still not breaking their gaze. He smiled in anticipation of what might happen. Kneeling before him, she looked up at him and stroked him, tugging on his balls, marveling at how hard he was underneath the smooth, velvety skin of his uncircumcised cock. She had never been with a man who was not circumsized, so she regarded his manhood with great curiousity, watching how the head disappeared beneath the foreskin when she stroked her hand up, and how it quickly became unsheathed when she stroked her hand down the length of him. The hot water continued to run down his body, dripping off his bouncing, horny cock, which eagerly bobbed towards her face. She closed her eyes and leaned forward, sucking him into her mouth. Damo groaned with excitement and put his hands into her wet hair, pulling her head towards him, burying his cock in the back of her throat. Dayna reached her hands around him, using her hands to squeeze and massage his ass as she bobbed slowly along the length of his shaft, driving him wild, periodically releasing his cock from her mouth so she could suck on his balls. Dayna planted small kisses along on the skin of the shaft, starting at his balls and working her way up to his exposed cock head. "Spread your legs," she whispered, and Damo did as he was told. Placing her right hand on his shaft and using her left hand to cup his balls, she gently squeezed and tugged on his balls as she stroked the steely length of his hard-on and sucked the head into her mouth tightly, running her tongue along the sensitive ridge underside. "Ohhhhh Miss Marx, you are really quite good at this. Mmmmmmmm," he moaned. Dayna picked up the pace, bobbing quickly on his cock as he thrusted his hips towards her, filling her mouth with his hot, hard cock. Inside her mouth, she could feel him throbbing, getting bigger, and twitching as he approached his orgasm. By his grunting sounds and breathing, she knew his release was imminent. Without warning, she slid her left hand back and up, returning the surprise that he dealt to her by forcing one of her slender fingers into his ass to massage his prostate. "Ohhhh FUCK!" Damo cried out as the penetration of her finger sent him over the edge. Uncontrollably, he thrusted his cock manically into her mouth, forcefully, fucking her face as hot streams of cum shot out of his cock, hitting the back of her throat. Dayna never broke suction, she just tried to keep up with swallowing each shot he delivered. He quieted the pace, still moving slowly in and out of her mouth, until every drop had been expelled. She continued to softly suckle his cock as it shrunk in her mouth, until she felt that his breathing had more or less returned to normal. Standing up, Dayna looked at him sweetly and smiled, "Well now, I'd say you're squeaky clean," repeating his exact words from earlier. "That I am," he smiled in response. "Well then," she said in her most professional, business-like voice, "I believe that concludes our business here. Do you concur?" As she spoke, she also pulled her bikini bottoms back onto her body and began to tie the top back together. He laughed at her playful change of voice and responded, "I do, Miss Marx. Fine work, as usual, I look forward to doing business with you again in the future. Good day to you now, Miss." He tipped his head in a slight bow. "Cheers, Sir, enjoy the rest of your vacation," she said as she made a similar bowing motion with her head and stepped out of the stall. "And you as well, Miss Marx. Cheers!" he called out as she began to walk back towards her campsite, with a smile plastered across her face.