0 comments/ 54073 views/ 15 favorites A Holiday Adventure By: Joie_de_Vivre Last summer my wife Sandra and I went to the village where I'd used to go on holiday as a teenager. I wanted to show Sandra the pretty village and the beach, and I'd even booked into the same bed-and-breakfast where I'd always stayed in the past. And, to my surprise, when the landlady opened the door, I found that it was the same Mrs Amber who I remembered from all those years ago. She didn't recognise me, but I definitely recognised her: she was still the same short, extroverted, smiling middle-aged lady with a penchant for wrap-around skirts. Her beaming face still welcomed everyone and she still bustled around her guests, packing and unpacking all their luggage for them. Sandra and I spent the week at the bed-and-breakfast, spending our time either sunbathing in the garden or swimming on the beach. The bed-and-breakfast even had a small beach-hut with a fresh-water shower at the end of the garden, so we didn't even have to go back to the house after swimming. So at the end of a week, both my wife and I were more relaxed than ever. The only fly in the ointment was the ever-present figure of Mrs Amber who was always "looking in at our door" to see that we were happy. I told my wife wryly she had been just as inquisitive in the old days but it hadn't really seemed to matter then. At the end of the week, though, I wanted to stay a couple more days but my wife had to go back so she decided she would take the train back to London and I would drive back later. After checking with Mrs Amber, I found that staying another couple of days would be fine as long as I didn't mind changing rooms. The builders were repainting our current room on Saturday morning, Mrs Amber told us. I happily agreed and, after dropping Sandra at the station, I came back to change rooms. I had a quick shower then started to pack all my clothes into the suitcase. But when I'd emptied the wardrobe and chest of drawers, I noticed there was still one item of clothing on the bedside table. Going over to take a closer look, I saw that they were a brand new pair of light yellow nylon panties with a darker, yellow lace trim around the waist and legs. Where had they come from? Then I remembered: Sandra had been shopping yesterday and she must have bought herself some new panties, then left them on the bedside table yesterday. I picked them up. Would anyone be able to see in from outside? Surely not . . . I listened again: outside, I could hear holidaymakers going down to the beach and somewhere downstairs, Mrs Amber was talking to someone. I decided to check the panties for size. They were two sizes larger than my wife normally wore – perhaps that was why she had left them behind? Looking more closely, I saw they were light yellow, stretch nylon full-briefs with a lace trim around the waist and legs. The front had two small lace inserts at the top. I swallowed dryly. I still needed to get dressed after my shower, but under my bath-towel, I could feel my cock getting bigger. Sandra's new knickers belonged straight in our suitcase but . . . would she know if I tried them on? I quickly pulled off my towel and pulled the yellow knickers all the way up. I closed my eyes and imagined my wife's hands on me, slowly playing with me inside her new briefs. "Are you ready in there?" a voice interrupted. The door swung open and the landlady Mrs Amber stood right in front of me. "The builders are already downstairs" she said. She then stopped short. "Oh!" she exclaimed. "I see you're still dressing." There was a short pause. "I'm sorry to intrude, dear" she corrected herself. "No need to hurry though. You're only half-dressed" she pointed out, somewhat unnecessarily. She started to close the door behind her, telling a builder in the corridor outside that he'd have to wait just a moment longer, then she peeked around the corner into my room again. "Lovely underwear you've got on" she whispered, then vanished, pulling the door shut behind her. I stood rooted to the spot, racked with embarressment. I'd been standing right in front of her and hadn't been able to stop the knickers bulging out at the front. Had she noticed they were panties, or did she think they were men's? I quickly found my jeans and a shirt and pulled them on. I then hurriedly finished packing, took my suitcase over to the new room and rushed downstairs. I wanted to go straight to down the beach and spend the rest of the morning there. Perhaps she'd have forgetten the embarrassing encounter by the time I got back. "Mrs Amber," I called out: "I've taken the key to the beach-hut. I'll be back after lunch." I heard a vague reply from down the corridor but didn't hang around to hear more. Ten minutes later I was in my swimming things and walking across the hot sand towards the sea. Around lunch-time though, I'd had enough of swimming, so walked back to the beach-hut for a shower before driving back to London. But when I got out of the small shower in the beach hut, I remembered that the only underwear I had with me was my wife's Sandra's new panties. I looked around the beach-hut. It was right at the end of the bed-and-breakfast's garden, facing onto the sand with just one small window set quite high in the wall. I would be completely hidden, and the both the front and back doors of the hut were shut too. I forced myself to pick up my jeans to put them on without any underwear at all, but then I knew I wanted to try the panties on again. Would anyone know? With the hot summer air thick around me and the sounds of holidaymakers outside, I picked up the lace-edged knickers and, glancing out of the window to check no-one could see, stepped into them. I then slowly pulled them up until the tip of my penis touched the gusset underneath me. My cock started to grow as I kept hold of the knickers. I could feel the slit on top of my penis starting to make the underwear wet. Wasn't there a mirror in here somewhere, I wondered. I might tug myself off in front of it, even . . . I pulled the yellow briefs right up, turned around, and – looked straight into the eyes of Mrs Amber again. This there was no way to explain: I stood just wearing lace women's knickers in front of her. "Mrs Amber, I do apologise," I stammered, "I didn't know, I thought, inside the hut . . ." I pulled my knickers higher to at least try and control my erection. But when I saw Mrs Amber greedily staring at the briefs, my hardening member just thrust the nylon panties further out in front of me like a vast tent. I retrieved my jeans from the floor and then, while she watched, pulled them on. "But, my dear, it should be me who's apologising" Mrs Amber eventually replied. "I should never have come down to the hut." She paused. "But I couldn't resist" she admitted. "Do you mind very much?" I looked down: the lace around the top of of my knickers was still showing over the top of my jeans. There was a long silence. "But I can't keep embarrassing you like this," Mrs Amber eventually whispered, her voice hardly audible above the noise of the people on the beach outside. "Just look what I've done to you." I tried to stop thinking about my penis and balls held inside a pair of women's panties. "And it's my fault entirely" Mrs Amber continued. I put my hands down to hide the bulge. "I shouldn't use the beach-hut until the guests have gone" she admitted. "And now I've seen you in your panties again." She waited. "But I did want to see them again" she said. "Would you mind if . . . if I . . . do you . . ." She paused. "Can I look at them again?" she eventually whispered. She stepped closer and tugged my jeans down to my hips. We both looked down at the flimsy yellow panties. The briefs were pulled tight around my bottom and the outline of my cock and balls was clearly showing. The landlady placed her fingers on the top of the bulge in front, then slipped her other hand inside my jeans. Her hand cupped my balls. "Lovely" she whispered. Her other hand played with the slit on top of my penis. "These knickers are just wonderful." "My husband won't wear them enough," she explained. "I want him to always wear panties, but he sometimes doesn't want to." She took her hands off my underwear. "Can I pull your trousers down, dear?" she asked. She touched them, then slowly pulled them down to my ankles and I stepped out of the jeans. She pulled my knickers up tight again. "You're just wearing lace panties" she whispered to me. "It makes me wet to see you in them." She knelt in front of me and I gasped as her fingers nudged into my backside. "These hold your cock and balls so nicely," she said admiringly. "I wish more men had lace panties." "Was this the pair you were wearing this morning?" Mrs Amber purred. Outside the beach-hut, I could still hear holidaymakers on the hot sand. "They looked like panties you had on this morning" Mrs Amber pressed me. She nudged the panty material deeper between my cheeks. "Do you wear knickers a lot?" she pushed me. I nodded, my mouth dry. "I love men in knickers," she said. "I always look, just in case." She placed a hand underneath me, then slipped her fingers inside and held my balls. "Lots of men men have briefs with them," she said. "Women's briefs, I mean. All stretchy." She glanced around. "Sometimes I watch while they put them on." Her hand searched further in my briefs and a damp finger-tip found my secret entrance. "Look, it's gone quite thick now!" she said, grasping my hardening cock with her other hand. She stopped, then pressed a fingertip inside. "Does that feel nice inside you?" she asked. I gasped and stood up straighter, but she wouldn't let me speak. "You don't mind if I touch you, do you?" she said. "I know I shouldn't," she went on, "But you've made it go so big. And I love cocks in knickers." Her tugging in front and probing behind were making my penis swell bigger again. I looked over at the window to see if anyone could look in. "You'll embarrass us" I tried to warn her, "I won't be able to stop", I gasped, "and – I'll . . ." "I know –" Mrs Amber interrupted me. She looked over to the window too. "If we go back into the garden, we can go behind the hedge." She guided me to the back of the beach-hut, then, whispering that I had to stay quiet, she led me into the garden. As she said, the hedge just hid us from everyone on the beach. "I want to pull your knickers down" she admitted. "But perhaps you want to come in them first?" she asked kindly. I saw an area of damp starting to seep through the nylon at the front. I was just wearing women's panties and there was nothing I could do to control the drips of pre-cum starting to leak out of my cock. "What a lovely compliment from a young man!" she reassured me. "My, that is hard!" she said, rubbing my cock through the briefs. "It quite makes me want to see it when it spurts!" she giggled. I tried to stand up but she pushed me back, spreading my legs apart as if I was on an examination table. My cock was now rock hard and my balls were tight in my ball-sack beneath me. "We'll have to keep your knickers on" Mrs Amber gushed. She grasped my twitching penis with one hand, then put her other back inside my briefs, searching for my ball-sack. "We'll keep those panties on just in case anything happens!" she promised. She kept firm hold on my equipment, and pulled me up and down in my underwear. "Do you always wear knickers?" she pressed. "Or just to come?" She now started to tug my cock more vigorously, but keeping it trapped in my panties. "Nice lace knickers" she purred softly. She didn't give me time to reply. "I like to see men in knickers" she said. "Your yellow knickers there are just like a pair of mine" she whispered. "I used to make my husband wear them when we did it. I made him keep them on. I just pulled the panties to one side, got his cock out, then climbed on top so I came on top of him while he still wore my knickers." She kept one hand on top of my underwear, moving my cock around while rolling my balls with her other hand. Then she stopped her massage and whispered – "Hold on!" and firmly slipped her middle finger inside my anus. I groaned quietly in pleasure. "Do you know what I'm wearing?" she continued. "Do you?" she asked softly, in case anyone near by heard. "They're panties, like you're wearing panties," she said. "But mine are black. Do you want to have a look at my black knickers?" she asked. "Before I make you come in yours?" She pulled the slit of her wrap-around skirt open. The skirt fell away her and I saw the black lace underwear covering her vagina. "It's a g-string" she said. "Look," and she lifted herself up to show me the black lace disappearing up underneath her. Her finger kept nudging in and out of my anus while she kept tugging on my cock at the front. "Keep looking at my panties" she told me. "We're both got knickers on" she said. "And your panties make me wet," she breathed heavily. "Can you come inside them? Can you come inside your panties?" she said, staring at my cock inside the lace knickers. "I want you to come in lace panties" she insisted, stroking the head of my penis and keeping a finger placed in my anus. "I'm, I'm –" I started to warn her, "My balls are hard –" but it was already too late, and with another groan, a flood of wet come started hosing out of my cock. She kept yanking away and it kept pouring out into my knickers. "It's still coming, it's still coming" she beamed – "It's like a tap!" she said, yanking me, completely emptying my balls of all my come. "I don't think I can catch it all!" she squealed as the wet flood soaked into my yellow panties. Then there was a long, long pause while we both looked down at my cock inside a pair of soaked briefs. Mrs Amber sighed with delight. "You've made me very, very happy," she said. We both waited while we caught our breath. "Do you mind if I do myself too?" she eventually asked. I didn't answer, so she just leant back in front of me and pulled the lace of her own underwear to one side. "Can I take your knickers off?" she asked, pulling them down so that I was naked. She then took my underwear, placed it on top of her vagina and began to rub, rubbing faster and faster, probing, searching, going redder in the face and starting to breathe more heavily. "I can't stop" she said, looking straight into my eyes – "I think I'm going to come on your panties!" she apologised, then came with a long, subdued groan. We both lay on the grass, catching our breath again. Mrs Amber handed my yellow panties back to me, leaving her g-string still on display. "Just look at our knickers!" she exclaimed. "You've come inside yours" she said, "And mine are all wet too!" she laughed. She eventually drew breath, then leant down and pulled her own knickers off too. She then took a swimsuit out of her bag. "I wanted to go for a swim anyway," she said, "but I'm not sure what you can do" she apologised. "And it is all my fault after all . . . because I was spying on you. And it was me who your panties unwearable too . . ." She hesitated. "You won't be – angry, will you? You won't – tell anyone?" She turned back to her bag. "I was hoping you wouldn't tell," she said quickly, "So if I give you something to show that I want to say sorry . . . perhaps you won't say anything?" she asked. "I brought these just in case," she admitted, "In case you were upset . . . If you were" she went on, "I could give you this new pair of underwear . . . Because I made you come in your last pair . . ." She took the new pair out for me. "They're women's" she reassured me, "Just like my panties." They were electric-blue, full briefs, with lace at the sides. "They'll fit you," she reassured me. "They stretch at the side. I asked especially for stretch knickers at the shop." She waited for a moment. "I like to buy knickers for men," she explained. "I also like to watch them come" she admitted. "You could tell your wife you'd bought these panties down here," she suggested. "You wouldn't have to say that I'd given them to you." I carefully stood up pulled on her knickers, trying to keep out of sight in case anyone walking past saw me. "They fit!" she exclaimed in delight. "But may I take one last quick peek inside?" Mrs Amber begged. She pulled the light blue knickers down a touch, then held my penis and licked it clean. She placed my cock carefully back inside my knickers, and pulled the knickers up again. "You know, it's been such a compliment!" Mrs Amber assured me. "You've been so kind to me. I don't know how to thank you." She left the rest of the sentence unsaid, but I rushed to reassure her: "Not at all, no offence taken at all," I replied quickly. I dressed, then walked back to the bed-and-breakfast on my own. When I came down from my room to pay, Mrs Amber had got back from her swim and was back at the front desk. I paid, then thanked her again before starting the drive back to London. "Could I . .?" she whispered. "Just one quick look?" I glanced around, but no-one else was in the reception area, so I pulled my jeans down for her to see. Mrs Amber stared hard at the outline of my cock through the bright blue briefs, then touched my penis inside my knickers again. "Thank you!" she breathed. "Thank you so much! I was so worried I had offended you" she said. "But it's turned out to be quite a holiday adventure for us both, hasn't it?" she beamed. I pulled up my trousers. "I couldn't agree more!" I replied. "I couldn't agree more. And perhaps I should come back next year too?" I said. "That would be lovely," replied Mrs Amber as I walked to the car. " And I'll want to see your knickers then too" she called out, as I drove away, drained, wearing my panties, and happy! A Holiday Adventure Jenny and Cassie walked hand in hand along the secluded beach; it had been a couple of miles since they had left the small fishing village, leaving the throng of people behind them. Jenny wore a small white bikini with a sarong and was carrying a small bag with their picnic. Cassie's bikini was pink and was a bit smaller, over the top she wore a long tee shirt. Cassie's bag contained a couple of beach towels, some sun tan oil and a bottle of wine. They stopped near a small outcrop of rocks and Cassie unfolded the towels and laid them on the hot sand. She then walked into the breaking surf, relishing the coolness of the water on her tanned legs. Jenny put her bag down and set off after Cassie, her eyes transfixed on Cassie's tight ass. She ran up behind her friend and threw her arms around her and gave her a small kiss on the cheek, before running further into the small breaking waves, her sarong plastered to her shapely legs. They giggled as they played in the surf, splashing one another. Cassie's tee shirt becoming transparent plastered across her tight bikini top, her nipples hardening in the cold ocean. Jenny couldn't help but notice her best friends hard nipples, her own were starting ache as they hardened with the effect of the cold water and the sight of her friends tanned body. They left the water and made their way back up the beach to their towels, both flopping down onto their large beach towels, Cassie reached into her bag and pulled out the bottle of wine, she opened it and poured them each a large glass. Jenny undid the wet sarong and threw it to one side brushing the drying sand from her shapely legs. Cassie watched Jenny, admiring her long legs, and removed her damp tee shirt, feeling the warm breeze on her sensitive skin. They finished their wine and lay back on their towels. Jenny took out the sun lotion and poured some onto her flat stomach, she then started to rub it into her smooth skin. Cassie turned onto her front. "Could you be a sweetie and rub some oil onto my back?" she asked. "Sure" Jenny moved over to Cassie and poured some of the oil onto her back, making Cassie flinch at the feel of the cold lotion. She put the bottle down and started to massage the oil into her smooth skin, starting on Cassie's shoulder blades. Cassie moaned at the touch of her friend, "Mmmmmmm, that feels good." Jenny continued massaging the oil in, moving down her back, as she reached the ties of Cassie's bikini top she slowly pulled one end, slowly undoing the top. "Stop, what are you doing?" "Oh, come on, there's no one around for miles, no one's going to see." "Well why don't you take your top off then if it's no big deal?" Jenny reached behind and undid her own bikini top, allowing it to fall from her breasts, the breeze immediately causing her nipples to harden. She then continued to massage the oil into Cassie's lower back. She then poured some oil onto the back of Cassie's thighs and continued her massage. Cassie's legs involuntarily opened slightly at Jenny's touch, Jenny's hands spreading the oil onto her tight ass, her fingers brushing along the edge of Cassie's bikini bottoms and then moving down between her slightly spread thighs. "That's nice." Cassie murmured. Her legs opened a bit further, giving Jenny more access. Jenny continued down the back of Cassie's thighs and onto the back of her knee. When Jenny finished, she flopped down beside her friend. "My turn now." Jenny said. Cassie straddled Jenny her thighs either side of Jenny's tight ass. She poured the oil into her hands rubbed them together and leaning forward started to work the oil into Jenny's hot skin, as she reached forward her hard nipples brushing Jenny's back, her covered mound grinding into Jenny's buttocks. She worked the oil deeply into the skin of Jenny. She moved herself giving her access to Jenny's spread thighs. She wasn't quite a subtle as Jenny, and ran a hand between Jenny's legs and quickly rubbed at her mound. "Fuck Cassie, that was bit too nice." Jenny said, blushing a deep red. Cassie rolled of Jenny and lay down beside her. Their eyes met and ever so slowly they inched together and kissed, tenderly at first, small pecks, and then becoming more urgent, their lips pressed together, Cassie's tongue snaked into Jenny's mouth, searching out her tongue. Cassie used one hand to pull Jenny's head to her allowing her to kiss her harder. Their tongues now intertwined as the passionate kiss continued until, finally, they separated. "I want you Cass." Jenny whispered. "I want you to fuck me. Here on the beach" Cassie turned Jenny onto her back, and straddled her. She looked deeply into her eyes and ever so slowly leant forward to continue the kiss, her sensitive breasts pressed into Jenny's breasts, both feeling the hard nipples of the other pressing into their sensitive skin. As she kissed Jenny, she started to grind her hot mound into Jenny's, sending a surge of energy into her dampening pussy. She finally broke away from the kiss and edged slowly down Jenny's body, nuzzling into her neck she whispered, "I'm going to fuck you, I want to taste you." and then she continued her journey down her friends gorgeous body. Jenny had her arms above her head as Cassie started to gently lick her hard nipples, sucking each one in turn into her mouth and giving them a gentle bite before moving to the next. One hand now started to massage the other breast, pinching the hard, erect nipple between her thumb and forefinger, pulling and twisting. Jenny's body felt like it was on fire, her arms outstretched above her head, allowing herself to be taken by Cassie. She could feel her pussy dampen with the actions of Cassie. Her legs spread slightly, feeling the cool breeze between her hot thighs. She looked down at Cassie, as she sucked her nipples, savoring the sexy sight of this beautiful woman straddling her, and just beyond on the small outcrop of rocks she saw her. Hidden in amongst the rocks was the figure of another woman, a dark skinned woman, her long dark hair plastered over her glistening skin, her white dress accentuating the darkness of her hot skin; one strap hanging off her shoulder giving a glimpse of her large breasts. Jenny didn't say anything, the thought of this other woman watching them make love sent a surge of passion to her pussy. Cassie moved slowly down Jenny's body, over her smooth flat stomach, her tongue running in circles around her belly button and then she continues further down, her face now in line with the bikini covered mound, she could almost smell the sweet wetness of Jenny's pussy. She ran a hand over the material making her friend let out a slight gasp. She gently kissed her pussy through the material, then a bit more forcefully, her nose pressing into the dampening material. Jenny looked past Cassie searching for the figure she had seen before; it took a couple of moments before she saw her, a little closer now. She could see that this woman had one hand clamped between her legs, slowly massaging herself. Cassie undid the ties to Jenny's bikini bottoms and peeled them away allowing her to see her friends hot, wet pussy, already a trickle of wetness running down between her legs. She delicately licked around the hairless petals of her beautiful pussy, feeling Jenny raise her hips into her mouth. Her tongue now running along the length of Jenny's wet gash, tasting the sweet juice. Her hands now spreading Jenny's wet pussy lips apart, giving her better access to her wet hole. Jenny looked down between her spread legs, she held Cassie's head forcing her to eat her pussy. She then looked for the watching figure, the woman had hitched her dress up above her waste, her panties were pushed to one side and she was slowly finger fucking herself, one hand was rubbing her clit whilst she had two fingers of her other hand furiously fucking her pussy. Cassie continued licking and sucking at her friends wet slit, she now was using one hand to open Jenny's pussy, her other hand rubbing herself over the damp material of her bikini bottoms. Her tongue was practically fucking Jenny's tight hole. Jenny let go of Cassie's head, Cassie looked up over her flat stomach, her face wet with Jenny's juice, she edged up over her body and kissed her. Jenny, tasting herself on Cassie, savoring the sweet taste of her pussy. "Straddle me, let me tongue your pussy, I want to taste you." Jenny whispered seductively to Cassie. Cassie knelt, her knees either side of Jenny's neck, and slowly lowered herself, she could feel the hot breath of Jenny on her thighs and then she felt her rasping tongue on the material between her legs, throwing her head back she started to grind her aching mound onto Jenny's eager mouth. Jenny eased the bikini bottoms to one side, giving her better access to Cassie's wet slit. Her tongue sliding easily between Cassie's moist lips, tasting the sweetness oozing out of her tight pussy hole. Using her thumbs, Jenny spread Cassie's wet lips allowing her rasping tongue to gently penetrate her succulent hole. Cassie started to cum, she leant forward taking her weight on her hands in the sand, forcing her dripping cunt onto Jenny's searching tongue, rocking herself back and forth until her juices exploded from her covering Jenny's face in her sticky sweet cum. Cassie rolled off onto the sand, panting, and the material of her wet bikini bottoms still pushed to one side allowing the breeze to tickle her still tingling pussy. Jenny glanced over to the watching woman, she had removed her dress and was sitting, her legs spread wide apart one hand furiously rubbing at her clit, her other pinching her nipples, twisting and pulling. Every so often she stopped frigging her hot clit and brought her hand up to her mouth, licking and sucking her fingers. Jenny brought her picnic bag over, rummaging around inside she finally pulled out her double dildo, 16 inches of pure pleasure. She moved over to Cassie and helped Cassie out of her wet bikini. She ran one end of the dildo along the length of Cassie's wet slit, the toy spreading her juice around her mound, then she started to slowly push the toy in her Cassie's eager wet hole, the toy easily sliding inside. She started to thrust the dildo in and out of Cassie's wet cunt. Cassie was laid back in the sand, when Jenny intertwined her leg, and holding the dildo with one hand she edged herself, slowly, onto toy until her pussy met with Cassie's, they ground their wet mounds together, their juices mingling. They started to thrust together, their bodies slamming together. Cassie leaned forward and started to rub Jenny's pussy as they fucked each other. Jenny replied by running a finger along Cassie's slit up to her clit and slowly started to rub it. "We're being watched Cassie, there's a woman by the rocks, she's been watching us fuck, she's been fingering herself watching us." Jenny managed to say. They both looked over to the rocks, and watched as the woman stood up and started to walk towards them. Her dress thrown over her arm, her nipples hard and erect, and her pubes matted together with her wetness. As she walked towards them her hand started to rub her breasts, tease her hard nipples. All the time staring intently at Cassie and jenny writhing together in the sand, there orgasms close. Cassie and Jenny then started to come, there pussies clamped onto the dildo buried deep inside their hot cunts, both women panting and groaning as wave upon wave of their orgasm flooded over them, their pussy juice flowing from them, spreading over their mounds and with one final thrust they both fell back in the sand completely spent, the dildo still buried deep inside one another. The dark woman edged closer, dropping her dress in the sand knelt by the two women, reached forward and removed the glistening dildo from there pussies. She lifted it to her mouth and tasted first Cassie's juice on the plastic cock, then turning it around cleaned Jenny's juice from it by licking it and still without saying a word she slid the dildo into her own juicy pussy. Pushing it deep inside her dripping gash, she then started to thrust it in and out. Both Cassie and Jenny could hear the wetness of this other woman as she fucked herself, the slurping noise with every thrust. Jenny moved over to her laid herself down between her legs and started to lick her, trailing her tongue up and down the full length of her dripping pussy, her tongue working on her clit and wet slit, her fingers spreading her wet lips. Cassie moved over to the women and knelt beside Jenny, and she started to lick this other woman, both Jenny's and Cassie's tongues working in unison, sucking at her cunt, licking her clit until with a final thrust of the dildo this woman came. She pulled the dildo from herself her juices pouring down her crack onto the hot sand. Cassie and Jenny eagerly licking up and down her wet pussy cleaning her mound of her cum. The three of them then arranged themselves in a circle, their heads between each other's legs. Jenny started on the dark skinned woman, spreading her lips with her fingers, tonguing her wet cunt. Her fingers pushing deep inside her wet hole, pumping them in and out and every so often running them along her slit. The dark skinned woman delicately licked at Cassie's mound, gently lapping at her spread lips, sometimes thrusting her tongue as deep as she could into Cassie other times just running the tip of her tongue along her lips up to her clit where she would tease it gently, before sucking her clit deep into her mouth, bringing Cassie close to cumming before returning her tongue to Cassie's hot wet cunt hole. Cassie went to work on Jenny, noisily slurping away at her dripping gash; her nose buried deep in her wet slit her mouth sucking at her swollen lips, her fingers running up and down her wet slit, from the top of her mound down her slit and along the crack of her bottom. Jenny's juices had run along her bottom and were pooling on the sand. Cassie then inserted first one, then two fingers deep into Jenny whilst sucking hard on her clit, sending her into spasm as her orgasm flooded over her. All three women started to cum simultaneously, all three of them writhing between each other's legs, tasting one another, drinking each other's cum as wave upon wave of orgasms swept over them. Their faces wet, as they removed themselves from between each other's legs. All of them exhausted from their love making, they lay there panting in the sand, too tired to say or do anything. "Well Cassie, this is Nadine, I've invited her on holiday with us, I hope you don't mind!" "Bloody hell Jen, have you any other surprises?" "One or two, but you'll just have to wait and see." A Holiday Adventure It was a cold and windy winter evening. We were all ready to go, to leave, to jet off to a warmer climate for a nice relaxing winter holiday. However the weather soon changed that. We stood at the airport, Adam and I, praying the flights wouldn't be cancelled this evening because of the weather. Sadly we were disappointed. "I'm sorry, the flight has been cancelled because of a severe weather warning" the airline representative said at the check in desk. "It's been postponed until the morning." "What time?" asked Adam. "Possibly at 8am although we can't be sure" she replied. "We have reserved some hotel rooms though if you and your wife would like to go there to rest." His wife? When we handed our passports she must have seen that we both have the same name and assumed we were husband and wife as opposed to what we really were, brother and sister. We were brother and sister, flying off to meet our parents on the tropical island of Mauritius. Our parents had already been there for a week. "That'll be fine" Adam said, not correcting the obvious mistake. The airline representative rung ahead to the hotel and we were directed to a bus that was to transport us there. Outside it was snowing still and it was windy. Razor sharp gusts of wind cut through us as we walked to the bus. As we neared the road a taxi sped through and caught a puddle, sending icy cold water straight into me. I was soaked. I stood there for a moment thinking if I could get any colder before being motioned towards the bus by Adam. He took off his coat and wrapped around me but by then I was cold regardless of what was put around me. When we got to the hotel Adam went to the reception desk to sort out a room and I sat on the chairs. The doors were kept closed and the heating was on but I was still cold, although I had dried out a bit. When Adam had finished and came over to me he looked more comfortable. "We've got a room" he said, sitting beside me. "It's a double room because it's all they had, plus they think we are husband and wife." I nodded. A strange mistake to be make, but never mind. As long as I got into the room to get warm. We were directed to our room by a young handsome man who was from Zambia. Probably my age or a bit younger, he was talkative whilst we were not. But he didn't seem to mind. In our room the heating was turned up and Adam started running a hot bath for me. I started to peel off my damp and cold clothing until I was in my underwear. I wore a matching light blue bra and panties set. Because I was cold my nipples were erect and visible through my damp bra. Adam emerged from the bathroom. "Come on, get yourself in the bath" he said. I started walking towards the bathroom but even before I was in the bathroom I was taking off my bra, I did it without even thinking about it. I dropped my bra by the door and started to lower my light blue silk panties, not realising the door was still open and that Adam was standing there. He had seen me naked before, and I had seen him. He had walked in on me and I on him, however this time we were sharing a room whilst being mistaken for husband and wife. I turned around and looked at him and he turned away, slightly ashamed. "It's ok" I said "I don't mind." And with that I turned and went into the bathroom. "You can come and join me if you like" I called. "I don't think we should Jenny" "It's ok Adam, even if it's just to scrub my back." The door which was ajar opened slowly and he appeared at the door. I was standing with one foot in the bath and one on the side, slightly raised. From where he stood he could see me in all my nude glory, including the lips of my vagina. I saw a bulge in his trousers grow. He was interested whether he knew it or not. He walked over and I got into the bath. He picked up some soap and ran it over my back, but soon he was just rubbing my back regardless. "That feels nice" I murmured. He said nothing, moving his hands in larger and larger circles to cover my back more and more. I leant forward to splash water on my face and without warning he moved his hands down under the water and around my ass cheeks. He rubbed them slowly. I moved onto my knees and went on all fours, living my ass out of the water. He moved behind me and started to rub and massage my ass, and then as I opened my legs he moved one of his hands down, brushing my pussy. It felt electric, his touch felt special, warm and delicate, but so very good. He stopped to take off his t-shirt, so I turned around and immediately reached for his jeans, unbuttoning them. I pulled his jeans and his boxer shorts down in one go, revealing his semi-hard cock. I touched it and it flinched, I touched it again and it moved again, getting harder each time. Finally I took it in my hand and started moving it back and forth slowly. It didn't take long for him to get hard. As soon as he got hard I moved my head forward and kissed the tip of his cock, then licked the shaft. First one side, then the other, then I plunged his cock into my mouth, moving my head back and forth whilst using my hand to massage it. He moaned softly as I gave him what was probably the best blowjob I have ever given. In and out, back and forth, I slowed then went faster, slow, then faster. He put his hand on my head and stroked my hair. I tried to do it as quietly as possible but I could hear myself making soft moaning sounds too as well as the odd sucking noise. After three minutes of consistent oral I sat back into the bath and he finished undressing. His cock was completely hard and practically throbbing. I turned away from him and went back onto all fours. I felt him get into the bath behind me and put his hands onto my ass, rubbing it gently. Finally I felt his cock press against my ass, and he started stroking it up and down my pussy. He then slowly guided it in. I gasped as the cock went in for the first time. He was about 7 inches, maybe a bit more and he had decent girth. Slowly he moved back and forth, in and out, holding onto me, rubbing me all over. Every so often he would lean forward and run his hands around my body, fondling my breasts. I felt him deep inside of me, pumping me. I felt so happy, so at ease I just couldn't describe it. He pulled out, and then lay back in the bath. I sat up whilst he got comfortable, then he lifted me slightly and told me to sit back on his lap. Facing away from him and using the side of the bath I lowered myself down onto his cock which was still rock hard. It slipped in and once again I gasped as it penetrated me. I started moving back and forth, and then up and down, moving at a faster pace than he was going. The water from the bath splashed up as our movement got faster and faster, so Adam used his toes to pull the plug on the bath. I carried on. I was moving up and down, and then as I moved up he pulled himself out. He then pushed my hips forward a bit and then told me to lower myself again. I did and as I lowered myself onto him this time he slid his cock into my ass. I hadn't had anal sex for a little while and so it took me by surprise. I leant as far back as possible as I moved with him as he pumped his cock into my ass, both of us breathing faster and faster. He started to slow a little, concentrating on going deeper rather than faster. I felt it inside of me and felt overwhelmed by the feeling of his rock hard cock in my ass. Eventually he started to pick up speed again, faster and faster, moaning first softly then more and more and getting louder. "Ooooohhhh yeaaaah" he moaned out load as he shot his load all up inside my ass. He didn't pull out, he just slowed down. Eventually he pulled out. I got up to turn on the shower and his cum started running down my leg. "That was nice" I said, smiling at him. I leant over and we shared a passionate kiss on the lips. "It was a long time coming" he said "I've been wanting to do that for a long time." "Likewise" I said. "I've been seeing the signs." We shared a shower together, first he cleaned his cock thoroughly, then I cleaned myself out, then we hugged and embraced each other, sharing one kiss after the other, hands all over each other. We dried off together and went into the bedroom. "I'm pretty hungry" I said. "Me too" he replied as he pulled on some jeans and a fresh shirt. "I'm going to go downstairs to see what they are doing in the form of food. Why don't you stay here and relax, Mrs Williams." "Whatever you say Mr Williams" I said smiling back at him. He gave me one last kiss then left, leaving me sitting on the bed with just a towel wrapped around me. I sat there, tingling all over. The feeling of euphoria was the best feeling a girl could have, and I couldn't wait to do it all again. ================================= Author's note: Thanks for reading, I hope you enjoyed it! The next part will hopefully be along very soon!