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Delightful Day

By: kristianklay



I awoke to the sound of the shower running in the bathroom. The sound stopped and a few minutes later Kate, with still damp hair, bounded into the room and back into bed. She pushed me out saying, "Get up, do whatever you need to do, and get back in here and fuck me before breakfast."

I peed, took a shower, brushed my teeth and rejoined Kate in the bedroom. Kate was on her back, the covers thrown off, her hips propped up on three pillows, with both hands between her legs, knees up and widely spread. I was surprised, but also turned on by the fact she was masturbating. Her head back, eyes closed, lips slightly parted, breath coming in little pants. Her right hand was rhythmically stimulating her clitoris, her left hand lightly rubbing her labia and the small zone of tissue between her vagina and anus. She opened her eyes and saw me watching, smiled, closed her eyes and continued her self pleasuring. I watched her slowly dip her right finger dip into her pussy, come out glistening with moisture and return to her clit. The fingertip moved slowly up and down along the side of her clit, the delicate tissue moving with her finger. As she moved her finger up the side, her little pearl of pleasure peaked out, then disappeared when she stroked down. Every couple of strokes, her finger would switch to the other side. Her clit swelled and lengthened in response to the stimulation.

She started circling her anus with the middle finger of her left hand, spreading the moisture of her pussy over the small puckered area. I could see her anus contract and move as she touched herself. Her circling fingertip moved directly to the center and pressed against the muscle, slowly causing it to stretch open. The tip of her finger gained access and slowly disappeared inside her ass. The fingers of her right hand reached for her pussy hole. Two fingers found the opening of her tight love canal, pressed and slid inside her exposed cunt. Kate's hips ground against her hands, fingers dipping in and out of her ass and pussy. I didn't want to make a sound. I didn't want to disturb her. I wanted to watch. A voyeur. Her legs spread wide, her pussy and ass open, wet and being slowly fucked with her fingers. The palm of her right hand was firmly pressed against her pubis still stimulating her now hidden clitoris. 

My penis was engorging and swelling. I took my cock in my hand and felt it become heavier as it swelled with blood. It grew and lengthened in my palm. Precum oozed from the tip of my lengthening cock. I spread the slick liquid over the engorging head of my dick. As my dick became fully erect, I began to gently stroke it in time with the slow grinding movement of Kate's hands and hips. I timed each stroke with the slow fucking action of her fingers. As her fingers disappeared into her pussy and ass, I fucked my hand, my hips pushing my dick through my encircling fingers.

Kate's breathing became more ragged. My breathing quickened. I must have moaned. Kate's eyes opened and she saw me there, naked, erect cock in my hand, watching her, masturbating in time with her masturbation. We continued now each watching the other.

"Don't cum Kyle," she whispered. "Not yet. I want your cock hard and stiff. I want you to fuck me here," she said as she withdrew her finger from her ass and then reinserted it into her anus. "I want to feel your cock push against me here, stretch me her, enter me here, fill me here. I want you to fuck me here."

I went to her and knelt between her legs. She continued to manually stimulate her clitoris. She withdrew her finger from her anus reached for me and took my stiffness in her hand. She guided my cock and placed the swollen head against her anus. "Fuck me here," she again requested.

"Are you sure Kate? I'm afraid I'll hurt you."

She just looked at me and pulled more insistently. The tip of my cock touched her anus. Her anal muscle contracted with the contact of my penis. Kate spread the precum leaking from my cock onto her already moist anus. "Fuck my here Kyle. I want you. Fuck me."

I took my hardness from her hand and pressed my swollen glans against her muscle and felt resistance. Kate reached down and slipped her finger into herself again. She then worked a second finger into herself, stretching the sphincter, opening herself to me. As she withdrew her fingers, I quickly pressed my cock against her still partially open ass. I could feel Kate push against me, her sphincter stretched, the muscle opening, giving way to my advance, accommodating the tip of my swollen organ. My cock's head slipped inside, the sphincter contracted around my shaft, gripped and held my cock. Kate gasped and let out a little cry of pain.

"Kate? Did I hurt you? Are you OK?"

"Just a little," she replied huskily. "It's OK now. Fuck me. I want all of it inside of me. Do it please. Push it as deeply into me as you can."

I slowly applied more pressure, her anal sphincter tight around the head of my cock. My shaft now easily overcame the resistance of her anal muscles and my cock slowly disappeared inside her rectum. Kate's legs were spread widely before me, her fingers inside her gaping cunt just above my hard flesh; I watched my penis impale her body.

"Oh god yes," Kate groaned as she continued to work the palm of her hand against her clit, faster and faster, her fingers sliding in and out of her wet pussy.

I slowly pumped my cock in and out of her ass, the tight muscle contracting around me, the sensation unlike anything I had felt before. My excitement heightened as I watched Kate continue to fuck her pussy with her fingers, my cock fucking her ass. Seeing her fingers slide in and out of her cunt and at the same time seeing my cock moving in and out of her stretched anus. I could feel her excitement build. Her hips were pressing against me more firmly, more quickly. The little contractions of her anus became more forceful and more pleasurable as they gripped my thrusting cock. The sensation of her rectum sheathing and caressing my deeply probing cock was bringing me quickly to the point of no return. An orgasm was imminent. My cock was already twitching uncontrollably.

Suddenly Kate was screaming with her orgasm and I could feel her rectum grabbing at me as the waves of her orgasm passed through her pussy and anal muscles. Then I was exploding, ejaculating my sperm into her ass. Spurt after spurt of thick semen erupted into her rectum as I continued to thrust my cock deeply inside her dark space. My orgasmic contractions releasing my sexual tension in great waves of pleasure into my lady's open and welcoming body.

Spent, I collapsed on top of her, breathless. "That was incredible Kate. So fucking incredible."

"Oh god Kyle, the sensations were so intense. I have never experienced anything like that before. It was wonderful," she agreed as I watched my cock slip out of her. A gush of cum following the exit of my penis before her stretched anus tightened up. The thick white liquid oozed and dripped out of her slowly closing anus. I touched her and rubbed the white liquid still dripping out of her. I slipped my finger inside her ass. Her warm rectum was slick with our love making. Kate reached back and held my hand there, her anus now tight around my probing finger.

"Ummmm, Kyle, you felt and feel so good. I hope you enjoyed that as much as I did."

"It was fantastic. That was the most erotic thing I have ever seen. When I came out of the bathroom and saw you masturbating, I was instantly turned on and could not take my eyes off of you. What a great way to start the day," I said while withdrawing my hand from her ass. We cuddled and kissed. "I had no idea how good that could feel. I have never fucked anyone in the ass before Kate. Thank you. That was, and you are, incredible."

"Kyle, I have never done it before either," she confessed meekly. "You are my first. I have always liked touching myself there while fucking my pussy with my fingers. I have never had a penis inside my ass until you fucked me there with yours. When you entered me, it was such an intense feeling. The sensation of your penis stretching me open and penetrating me and filling me was so enjoyable. I love having you inside of me. I love having you fill me with your cum." 

We lay there basking in the warm afterglow of our orgasms. Holding each other, nuzzling and kissing. We dozed in each other's arms.

I nudged Kate awake and said, "I don't know about you, but I am ravenous."

"Me too, Let's go find some breakfast," she agreed.

Thank goodness for complimentary toiletries. We needed them since we had not come prepared to spend the night. I was pretty much set with my slacks and leather jacket. Kate was going to be a bit overdressed, but nothing ever seemed to bother her.

I was in the bathroom shaving while she finished her hair and dressed in the main room. When I came out, she was ready to go, looking good in her leather boots and fur coat.

The hotel staff informed us of a nice restaurant that served a very good breakfast only a block and a half away. It was clear and brisk out. We decided to walk. 

The restaurant was small, cozy and not too busy. We took a small booth and ordered. Our coffee came and we were smiling dreamily at our own thoughts, which I was pretty sure were about the same. I was getting warm and took my jacket off. I asked Kate if she wanted me to help with her fur. 

She smiled at me coyly and said, "I better not."

"Kind of warm in here," I said. "Besides, I would hate to see you spill something on that gorgeous fur."

Kate smiled an even broader smile and said, "OK, if you insist." She started to let the coat fall open exposing her bare breasts.

"Jesus Kate," I blurted. 

She paused holding the coat around her upper torso, still open, her breasts still exposed. "I was just doing what you requested," she responded impishly. "Do you want me to take it off or not?"

"Of course I want you to take it off, but maybe not here. I would prefer to eat here, not at the city jail."

She pulled the coat around her lovely breasts, only partially covering them. I was now wondering whether she had her thong on, or not. Kate stood up beside the table facing me, her back to the restaurant. She held the coat open and her nude body was exposed for me to enjoy.

"You were wondering weren't you? Well now you don't have to wonder." She pulled her fur back around herself as she sat down. "I really am an exhibitionist I guess. Especially when I can show myself off to you."

We enjoyed a leisurely breakfast. Kate periodically let her fur fall open exposing herself for my enjoyment, but I think she enjoyed it as much as I. After we finished, we walked back to the hotel and stopped off in the lobby and ordered an espresso. We sat alone in an alcove. Kate was sitting in a chair with her back to the main lobby. She opened her fur and exposed all her bits and pieces to me. 

"You are driving me nuts Kate. My brain is going to be damaged from lack of blood supply. You have my cock so continuously engorged that my brain must be suffering. There really is something special about risk taking and sex. I am even more turned on by you when you are exposing yourself in public like this," I confided.

Kate looked very pleased with herself. She reached between her legs and fondled her labia, letting her legs fall a little farther apart.

"Oh my god Kate. You are going to be the death of me I think."

She smiled and progressed to finger her pussy and then put her fingers in her mouth and made an exaggerated show of sucking and licking them. Her legs were still widely spread, her pussy lips open and glistening with moisture.

She stood up with her coat hanging open, crooked her finger at me and said, "Come here big boy and give me a kiss."

I stood up, put my hands inside her coat and wrapped my arms around her nakedness, pulled her to me and very carefully kissed her neck, cheek, eyes and then her waiting mouth. Her mouth opened to my probing tongue. I could taste the tartness of her pussy on her tongue. Kate's hand went to my fly and slowly unzipped my pants. I was commando as I had chosen to not wear my underwear from the previous day. Kate purred her surprise when her hand immediately encountered my heavy cock without the intervening underwear to contend with.

She encircled my shaft with her fingers. Her hand pulled me through the unzipped opening and placed my swelling length against her belly. Here I was with this naked beauty, standing exposed in the hotel lobby, my cock out and being fondled and rubbed to an achingly stiff erection. Because of the heels on her boots, I only had to stoop slightly to allow the tip of my cock to penetrate her wet and waiting pussy. My cock slid easily into hot wet hole. She groaned with pleasure as my hard cock fucked her pussy. The excitement of taking Kate there in the alcove of the lobby heightened the intensity of my pleasure. Kate was moaning with each thrust, my cock filling that special space in her body. I could not slow down. I could not hold back. I came violently. I felt like I was going to pass out with the intensity. When my ejaculatory contractions subsided, I was having trouble keeping my balance. My cock slipped out of Kate's pussy. I knew my cum must be dripping out of her vagina and down her leg.

"Kyle, that was so good. I came when you came. Oh god it was so intense cumming while standing up."

"Whew," I gasped. "We better get ourselves back together."

I stuffed my still semi-hard penis back into my pants. Kate pulled her coat around her body and we walked to the elevator and returned to our room. Kate dropped the fur coat in the chair, seductively removed her boots and calmly reclined on the bed shamelessly exposing her still messy pussy. I disrobed and walked over beside her. She reached up, took my still heavy cock in her hand and guided it to her mouth. She licked me lightly, tasting our mixed fluids. She then took me into her mouth thoroughly sucking my cock clean.

She let my cock fall out of her mouth as she reclined, again opening her legs and exposing her wet pussy. She looked at me and asked with a very expectant tone, "Well?"

I couldn't believe it. She wanted me to clean her dripping sex like she had just cleaned mine. How could I refuse her after all the pleasure she had given me. I wanted to do what I could to give her equal pleasure.

Without a word, I silently slipped between her legs and moved so my face was next to her pussy. I could smell the musky odor of our combined love. I tentatively licked her vulva tasting the thick strands leaking from her pussy. Kate moaned as she felt my tongue lapping at her. That spurred me on. I sucked the liquid mess from her vulva, then forced my tongue between her labia and licked the thick cum still oozing from her vagina where it had been deposited so short a time before. I licked and sucked at her clit and brought Kate to another intense orgasm, the contractions of which forced more of my cum from her vaginal opening. I licked it up, the sensation and knowledge of what I was doing giving Kate more pleasure.

"Kyle, thank you so much for doing that. I loved the sensation of your tongue cleaning me and stimulating my entire vulva."

"I enjoyed doing it for you my sexy and succulent lady. Eating your pussy and cleaning up my mess gave me great pleasure because I could tell how much it pleased you. I know I enjoy having you lick me clean as well. I am happy to do the same for you."

Check out time was rapidly approaching. We had to clean up, check out and head home. "This wasn't the day I had planned," I stated. "What would you like to do this evening, now?"

"I'll figure something out," she replied. "Should be fun anyway," she said with a grin on her face.

Delightful Del Pt. 01



I had known the Cruickshank family for what seemed like an eternity. Evan Cruickshank and I had served in the army together when we were younger, in the same engineering unit. I didn't know him as Evan, though. In typical military fashion, we only ever referred to each other by our nicknames, and his was Ding. Like all nicknames, his was well and truly earned. 

At the doorway to the entrance of our commanding officer's office, was a bell; a throw-back to the Second World War when it was used by the unit's communications officer to warn of imminent air attacks when the unit was based in Northern Africa. It now hung precariously close to the doorway and if you didn't take care, you could smack your head into it as you exited the office. Ding hadn't taken care and had hit his head with it on three separate occasions in one day, hence his nickname. The poor guy copped it by the dozen after that. Whenever anyone saw him exit the office, they would shout out 'DING!' as loud as they could across the yard. Everyone within earshot would then join in as well with a shout of 'DING!' Of course I joined in the fun too. The jibes only lasted as long as his bruise was still showing, but the nickname stuck for life.

We were good mates and used to hang out quite a bit. We'd hit the town and chase girls like dogs chasing cars - all expectation and no result. Well, most of the time anyway. We still managed to snag a few every now and then, but most of the girls we found around the base were either not interested in us army guys or were absolutely gagging to marry one. As a 19 year old, marriage was the last thing on my mind. I just wanted to get laid. So our weekly ritual of hitting the bar on base for the cheap drinks and then heading out into town continued for many, many months into outrposting. Then things changed when Ding met Delilah.

He had gone back to his home town one weekend to visit his parents, having not seen them in almost a year. They had put on a big barbeque to welcome him back home and had invited a lot of their friends. Delilah was there. She was back home visiting her parents too, who were friends of his parents. She too was living not far from our base and despite being quite hesitant to date an army boy, she had agreed to go out to dinner with him. Ding put on his cleanest shirt and charmed her for all it was worth. 

Evidently it must've worked because less than 6 months later, they were married. At 21 I thought it was still a little young for them to get tied down, but they seemed very much in love with one another. 

Their son Jacob was born less that 12 months after that and their daughter Anna followed about a year later. Things had fallen into place for him quite well. He was happier than I'd ever seen him, and I was happy for him. He ought to have been happy too; Delilah was an amazing woman. 

She was smart, funny, sociable, and very attractive. Her Mediterranean heritage had blessed her with flawless olive skin, and her devotion to fitness had blessed her with a spectacular physique. Whilst not exceptionally large, her pert breasts were tastefully disproportionate with her petite 5'5" frame. She often wore her hair down allowing the soft waves of black to frame her face and pert breasts.

She had apparently studied ballet as an extracurricular activity in her youth and had developed the sensuously muscular legs that only dancers have. She had also developed the posture of a dancer. It was with a distinct poise and elegance that she carried herself. This, coupled with her confidence, humour and beauty, made Ding a very lucky man.

Del was either very proud of her body or blissfully unaware of how beautiful she was, but regardless she was quite comfortable walking around her house in figure hugging clothes and mildly revealing dresses. She had a particular fondness of wearing short skirts with tight tank tops and it was quite clear that she didn't often wear bras. It was hard not to notice her pencil nub sized nipples protruding through the thin fabric of her tops. I imagined that her areolas were perfectly proportioned to her nipples; not large or puffy, but smaller and a perfectly toned contrast to her skin colour.

It was even harder not to notice her amazing legs when she reached up to grab something up high. Standing on her toes really accentuated her toned legs, her muscles often flexing as she reached. Stretching up high also lifted her short skirts even higher until her ass cheeks started to peek from below the hem. 

On one occasion I was at their place having a few beers with Ding when Del came home after a run. She arrived panting at the front door, sweat dripping down her neck, saturating the already clinging material of her sports bra. I could see the sweat beads tracing a beeline down her front into the small valley between her ample breasts, her nipples slightly raised through the fabric of her top.

"This looks like trouble," she said, kicking her shoes off at the front door and hanging her cap on a nearby hook. 

"Hey babe," said Ding. "Did you have a good run?"

I watched as a bead of sweat traced its way down her flat stomach to the top of her lycra running shorts, soaking into the pale blue fabric as she walked over to us. She bent forward and kissed him on the cheek, inadvertently giving me a pleasant look down her cleavage. She straightened up and stood next to Ding, draping her arm over his shoulder. He wrapped his arm around her waist, gently squeezing her.

"Not bad. It's a bit warm so I just took it easy." She looked over at me, "Hey Sean, what's been happening?"

I grinned at her and then nodded at Ding, "Just doing what I normally do, trying to lead this guy astray."

"You need a girl," she said, her grin revealing her perfect white teeth; an exceptionally alluring contrast with her flawless skin and dark flowing hair.

I laughed.

"See, that's the problem," I replied. "You stole my wingman. I need him back, Del. The situation is getting bad."

It had been bad. I was going through the longest drought I had ever had, three months and no sex. It wasn't by choice either; a recent two month deployment to a remote training facility had played its part in my involuntary abstinence. 

She bristled, grinning, "Don't expect any sympathy from me, Corporal Sinclair. You're a good looking guy. I'm sure you'd have no trouble getting a girl all by yourself." She exclaimed, winking at me. It was this sort of thing that often confused me about her. It took me a long time to work out that she was just friendly and wasn't actually flirting with me, much to my disappointment

"And besides," she continued, nodding down towards Ding, "this guy wouldn't be any help to you at all. You're better off without him." 

She had moved to the kitchen by now to get a glass of water to replace the copious amounts of fluids she must have lost during her run. Facing away from me, she reached up to one of the top cupboards to get herself a glass. Standing on her toes with her legs slightly apart, I could almost see the outline of her pussy in silhouette between her ass cheeks. The muscles in her legs flexed as she maintained her balance on her toes. The glimmered with the thin sheen of sweat from her run, highlighting all the best aspects of her muscle tone. She finished her drink with a small amount of the water dripping down her front onto her left breast straight onto her nipple. I couldn't quite see from that distance but I can only imagine that the cold water would've had a hardening effect on her nipple.

"I'm going to hit the shower," she said, turning towards the bedroom door on the other side of the room behind Ding.

I watched from the corner of my eye over the shoulder of Ding as Del walked to their bedroom, waggling her cute ass, her hair in a ponytail swinging from side to side in time with her ass. Once she crossed the threshold to their room she began peeling her top off and continued to their ensuite. I wasn't sure if she thought I'd watch or if she thought I'd be too engrossed in my conversation with Ding to notice. Regardless, I felt a stir in my pants as I watched her, naked except for her running shorts, her back glistening with sweat. As she reached the ensuite door, she thumbed the sides of her running shorts and started to pull them down her ass as she walked through the doorway out of my line of sight. It wasn't much but it was enough for me to see that she wasn't wearing panties underneath.

I continued my conversation with Ding and sipped my beer, but my thoughts were still with what I had just witnessed. I could hear the shower running and I imagined her naked form standing under the streaming shower head, the warm water coursing over her firm body, over her breasts, over her nipples, down her taut stomach and gently running over the soft lips of her young pussy. I had no idea if she shaved or not, but the profile presented by the thin material of her tight running shorts suggested that if there was anything there at all, it would be well manicured. I toyed with the idea for a bit, wondering what it would look like if it were clean shaven. 

I must've spaced out because Ding jolted me back to our conversation.

"Are you with me buddy?" he asked, grinning, clicking his fingers at my face.

"What? Yeah, sorry. Just lost in a though with something you said." I lied. I surreptitiously readjusted my now raging hard on in my jeans and tried in vain to concentrate on our conversation, rather than my own meandering erotic thoughts involving his wife.

I had no idea of she had done it all on purpose or not. Del was a very confident and intelligent young woman, but she was also a little clueless at times, making it very hard to tell. Men were often mistaking her charm and confidence for flirtation. I had learned over the years that although she was confident and charming, she was also very devoted to Ding. Flirtation or not, it wasn't something that would ever lead to something. Not that I would ever do something like that. Ding was my mate, and there were lines I wouldn't cross. I had faith that he'd do the same for me. It still didn't stop me from fantasizing.

It first started after a barbeque at their place shortly before they married. There was a lot of alcohol involved and we were all quite drunk. She wore one of her favourite short skirts for that barbeque and the hem had ridden up quite high on her thighs. By that stage of the afternoon, most of our friends had gone home and all the others that remained were gathered around the TV watching some sports game.

Del and I had been talking innocently enough about her running and sports in general, but our relative isolation to the rest of the group, and our mutual drunkenness had made me a little bolder than usual. She had mentioned that she had a professional massage at least once a month to work out the knots and soreness that the running had created. I asked her a few questions about where she went and which masseuse she used, but being as inebriated as I was, there was only one question I really wanted to ask her: Did she wear her underwear or go fully naked? She replied with a wink and said, "Naked, of course. I wouldn't do it any other way." I smiled and laughed but secretly tucked that delicious piece of information away for safe keeping. 

With that, she announced that she was getting up to go and pee and to get us each another drink. She must've underestimated how drunk she actually was because she quickly lost her balance when turning away from me and fell over onto all fours right, her ass pointed directly at me. The hem of her already short skirt rode up high on her ass and I was treated to a spectacular view of her very tanned and very toned bare ass.

In this position, the tiny white g-string she wore provided no modesty whatsoever. To compound the problem, it had slipped to one side slightly giving me an unrestricted view of her shaved pussy lips. With her legs splayed, the lips had parted slightly and I could clearly see the pink of her inner folds. I couldn't help but noticed that they were glistening slightly with an obvious wetness. My cock grew hard instantly.

She giggled and apologised without any apparent second thought about the amazingly sexy view she had just given me. She got up, straightened herself out and tottered off into the house.

From that point, I often fantasized about her. I imagined what it would be like to give her a full body massage, rubbing the lotion into her naked body as she lay before me on a massage table under the shade of palm trees at the poolside of some beautiful mansion on a tropical island, with the soft cool breeze blowing in from the ocean just a stone's throw away, the sound of small waves lapping gently at the shore. 

There is just something so intimate about massaging a woman that I find extremely sensuous, and massaging a woman like Del would be the ultimate for me. It is such an innocent activity that has strong sensuous undertones. The intent of how it is given and how it is received is entirely in the minds of the participants. Perception. A firm touch can go from therapeutic to sensuous and it is only perception that separates the two. That's the beauty of massage.

I imagined what it would be like to gently massage the oil into Del's shoulders. I imagined how she would sound and feel as my hand slid up her spine, around her slender neck and back down her shoulders, kneading her muscles to relaxation. I would work along her back allowing my hand to slip down her sides, close to, but not dangerously close to the sides of her breasts. Slow sweeping movements of my palms and my fingers lightly tracing along the same path along the side of her breast. Teasing. 

I had seen her back on many occasions, most notably at the beach where she would wear a string bikini. I knew that she had a toned muscular back, and I could imagine how it would feel under my oiled hands. I would run my hands with a small application of force, from the top of her buttocks up her spine towards her shoulders. Large sweeping passes that would turn across her shoulders and run back down her sides to meet up again at the top of her ass. I would make sure that the downward sweep would run down to where her panties would normally be positioned on her hips, enjoying the softness of that skin as a gentle reminder to her that she was, in fact, completely naked.

I would continue to move my hands down, running them along her naked sides, past her breasts, past her hips and start concentrating on her legs. Moving down to her ankles, I'd gently squeeze her calf muscles in my grip either side and run my hands all the way up her legs, over her pronounced hamstrings and finish with a small sweep just before reaching her ass. She would moan almost imperceptibly at this last motion. Increasing the pressure slightly with ever pass, I would focus purely on her hamstrings. Soft yet firm to the touch, my repeated passes would start to slowly pull her legs apart, allowing a glimpse of her now glistening pussy. 

She doesn't resist and allows me to slowly pull her legs apart just wide enough to gently massage her inner thighs up to her ass cheeks, my thumbs tracing delicate circles adjacent to her pussy lips. I'd edge closer and closer and closer with my thumbs until they gently brushed her hairless outer lips, slowly pulling them apart with each circle so I could catch sight of the moist pink skin hidden underneath. I'd slowly massage my hands in small circles across her ass with my thumbs still exploring her hidden treasures. She would softly moan as I gently pulled apart her lips, ever so slightly raising her hips back up to meet my probing digits allowing them to become coated in her wetness. With a slight movement she would manoeuvre herself so that my thumbs were gently pressing on the skin just below her twinkling anus, encouraging me. 

As I gently rubbed one thumb over her asshole, pushing against it ever so slightly, she would gently moan again, turning her head to face me and brushing her beautiful long hair from her face. She would look at me lustfully as I slowly rubbed more firmly, slowly closing her eyes in ecstasy as the sensation ran through her lithe body. Moving alongside her, but facing away from her slightly, my crotch resting dangerously close to her arm, I focus my attention on her ass, massaging each cheek with my left hand as I teased her more with my right hand. I trace my fingers lightly over her pussy lips from the front all the way to her ass, repeating the movement with slowly increasing force. As I build up the pressure with my fingers, I glide deeper in to her folds. I stop at the bottom to rub her clitoris that has become noticeable harder under my finger. 

Her moaning increases in pitch and I feel her arm pressing harder against my crotch. I feel her shift her arm. I look back at her and I'm met with her intense gaze. Her dark eyes penetrate me intensely. She holds my gaze as she mover her hand towards my crotch. She begins to run her fingers along the tightened material of my shorts, tracing the outline of my already hardened shaft. She gently increases pressure as I do on her pussy, matching my rhythm. 

I slide my middle finger once more from her hardened clitoris at the bottom along her now wide open slit, now completely wet with her juices, to the top and rest it at the entrance to her asshole. I replace my middle finger with my thumb and begin rubbing it in small circles. I apply a gentle but firm pressure until she relents, relaxes and allows the tip of my thumb to enter her. She's gripping my cock harder now as I move my thumb in and out slightly, my middle finger still circling her clitoris. She's moaning with each of my movements.

I slide my middle finger back along her wet slit, slipping it further into her hairless folds. Finally it rests at the entrance to her pussy and I begin to insert it inch by inch. As slowly as I insert my finger, her muscles involuntarily clench my finger and thumb, pulsing. My finger is now completely inside her and I begin to softly plunge my fingers in and out of her pussy and asshole.

She moans uncontrollably and her breathing becomes staggered. I can feel her pressure building inside her. I keep moving my fingers at the same pace trying to maintain the sensation for her as long as possible. She draws in a deep breath and holds it, simultaneously gripping my rock hard cock in her hand. I feel her vaginal walls contracting around my finger as he releases a guttural moan of ecstasy. Waves of pleasure grip her. The muscles of her vagina pulse contract and release, pulsing on my finger and thumb and I continue to move them in and out but at a slower pace until I finally remove them.

She begins to pump her hand up and down my shaft, still through the fabric of my pants. Her body twitches with remnants of her orgasm. Her eyes were shut but now they open again. She's looking directly into my eyes. Without dropping her gaze, she rolls to her side and moves closer to the edge of the massage table and begins to take down my shorts. As she pulls down the elastic sides of my pants, the front slides down the length of my cock. 7 inches later, it reaches the end and my cock springs up towards her face and slaps her gently under the chin. Both her hands move to my cock, one above the other, and envelop it completely. She begins to pump my cock with both hands. I assist her with a liberal squirt of massage oil onto her hands and my cock. The effect of the oil is immediate and I feel the gently squeezing my cock as she slides her hands up and down. Her thumb traces a small circle under the head of my penis - my most sensitive spot. 

She continues to pump my cock, her face only inches away from the head. Still her gaze has not left mine. Her dark eyes pierce me with pure wanton lust. Her lips are slightly parted. Beautiful full dark lips. She moves one hand to my balls and begins to softly stroke them as she continues to pump my cock with her other hand. My hand moves to her breast and I continue to massage her. They are firm and her nipples are hard under my palm as it passes over. I gently squeeze her breast eliciting another soft moan. 




Delightful Del Pt. 01



She has spread her legs wide open now as my hand moves over her smooth, taut stomach, my fingers acknowledging each ripple of muscle. Her pussy lips by this stage have protruded slightly like a budding flower. I lower my head towards her pussy. I can smell the sweet scent of her sex. My fingers rub along her clitoris and explore her folds below once more. The juice from her earlier orgasm have made her hole extremely slick and my fingers find her hole with ease. I lower my head even further and it is now only a hair's breadth away from her clitoris. My tongue snakes out and finds its mark and I begin to lick alongside, but not directly on, her clitoris. I continue ignoring her clitoris allowing instead for my fingers to glide in and out of her effortlessly. She moans a little louder. I can feel her hot breath on the tip of my cock when she moans. Her mouth must be very close to my raging cock. 

I look down to see her mouth open and eyes closed. She's moving her head closer and closer to the tip of my cock, her hand guiding it. Her other hand grasps my balls with a comfortable firmness as her hot mouth closes over the end of my cock. Her dark, plump lips begin to slide down the length of my shaft and I feel her tongue swirl along the underside. She begins a slow, rhythmical bob of her mouth along my cock. She releases her grip on my balls and continues to massage them. The look of pure hunger and lust on her face as she lovingly devours my cock is almost as hot as the feeling of her mouth around my cock. 

Her pace on my cock quickens and she begins to move her hand along my cock in rhythm with her bobbing. Her thumb resting rubbing firmly against the underside of my cock. I resume my oral attention on her cunt, licking around her pussy lips. She frees her hand from my balls and places it on the back of my head forcing my face into her pussy and onto her clit, grunting as I make contact. 

She releases her mouth from my cock as I feel her about to climax once more. I move to the end of the table and move her onto her back completely with her legs spread wide. I drag her ass to the end of the table and lower my mouth again to her wet pussy. I lick her entire length and stop at her clit to suck it gently. She shivers and moans. I slide my first two fingers into her cunt as I continue to suck on her clit, moving them in a 'come hither' motion along the front wall of her vagina. She starts gasping for air again and I see her stomach muscles beginning to tense up. Her vaginal muscles follow and she starts cumming hard. I stand up and slide my cock straight into her orgasming pussy and start to pump in and out.

This is more than she can take and she starts writhing uncontrollably. My cock pistons in and out of her cunt, covered in her shiny orgasmic juices. Her orgasm begins to subside and she opens her eyes, realising that I have plunged my cock into her and am now fucking her as hard as I can. I run my hands over her nipples and squeeze her breasts. She throws her head back in another orgasmic aftershock. She returns her gaze at me, her mouth is still open slightly. She takes her hand and sensuously licks the entire length of her hand from her thumb to forefinger. Once done, she drops her hand and brings it up under her ass to grip my cock. My cock slips easily through her saliva coated fingers. 

The pressure feels good on my cock and I feel the pressure building inside my balls. She tightens her grip slightly and I slow my pace slightly to enjoy the sight of my cock sliding through her hand and into her pussy. Her long dark hair billows around her head and she gasps with her head back with every one of my thrusts into her slippery, smooth cunt. 

My orgasm continues to build and I know that I will only last a few more thrusts. I feel the pressure build further and further. I pull my cock out of her just as the first stream of cum shoots from my cock. It lands on her slender neck and trails down her chest and across her right nipple. The second stream lands across her rippling stomach and across her beautiful pussy. I slide my cock back into her shooting the third stream deep inside her. I keep my cock in her pussy and let it finish convulsing and twitching. I watch as my cum drips down her pussy lips and onto my cock as it slowly pumps into her. She plays with the cum that has landed on her chest and picks some up between her thumb and forefinger. Some of it drips back down onto her chest as she draws it to her mouth. She looks directly at me as she slides her singers into her mouth, some of my cum remains on her bottom lip until her tongue lashes out to retrieve it.

It's a fantasy that I played over in my mind more times than I can remember.

I'll admit that I was a bit jealous of Ding. Chances are that he had done this to her on many occasions already. All I could do is imagine what it would be like. At least that's what I thought at the time.

To be continued...



Delightful Del Pt. 02



Part 2, The Yellow Bikini

Ding and I left the army at about the same time to pursue our respective careers outside the military. I went to university to augment some of the smaller qualifications in engineering I had attained through the army and ended up working in construction management. Ding landed a plumb job for a global security firm. According to their website, they specialised in 'Asset Protection' for the remote rigs of major oil and gas companies across the globe.

His job kept him away from home for long periods of time and but it seemed to have no impact on his relationship with Del. They still seemed as happy as ever even though he was only home about 3 months of the year. I still maintained a good friendship with Del but I could tell that the distance was starting to have an effect on their kids, Jacob and Anna. Being a single parent looked like a tough gig, and being a good friend I felt obliged to help out when I could. I went around for dinner on occasions and watched them so she could go for a run. I even took the three of them to a local water park a few times during summer. 

Although Ding wasn't around a lot, Del still chose to wear her usual revealing attire and although I hadn't seen them up close and personal, the small nubs that poked through her various skimpy tops appeared not to have changed size since having children. In fact despite having two kids, she had not lost one ounce of her spectacular body.

It was on one trip to the water park that I ended up getting a closer look than I had ever imagined. Jacob and Anna were a few years older and more than capable of taking care of themselves in the safety of the small waterpark. The fenced area in which we were only had one way in and out and Del and I had set up our banana lounges with a commanding view of the pool and slides. 

Once that was done, Del peeled off the long t-shirt she'd been wearing to reveal a very small yellow string bikini. I was wearing my sunglasses at the time and took the opportunity to take in the view. A quick glance around showed that I wasn't the only one that noticed her body. A couple of guys nearby had definitely noticed and were trying desperately to look as if they weren't looking. I guess they thought I was her husband and didn't want me to see them checking her out. Like I've said, it's hard not to.

I peeled my shirt off and kicked back on my lounge. Fortunately I still had my army physique, despite having left several years before. I had seen quite a few guys around my age really let themselves go once they left the forces. I worked pretty hard to keep in shape partly because I liked feeling fit and not running out of breath when I ran a flight of stairs, but mostly because I knew that women liked a man in shape. I didn't have a totally ripped body, mind you, but I had a decent sized chest with proportionate arms and very little body fat. I preferred to think of myself as toned rather than muscular. I certainly wasn't one of those steroid ridden gym junkies. I'm sure it worked for some women but I wasn't fond of the idea of looking like I'd mistaken hair spray for deodorant, if you catch my drift.

Laying adjacent to Del, I could see how many people might think that we were a couple. The only give away was that we didn't kiss or hold hands. Then again, I didn't see any of the other couples around the waterpark kissing or holding hands either. They were usually too busy chasing their own kids to enjoy each other's company. I didn't relish the idea of parenthood, if all I had to look forward too was entertaining kids and not spending enough quality time with my wife. 

Although it was a cloudy day, I could see it beginning to break across the horizon, and after an hour or two at the waterpark the glint of sun began to shine through less and less sporadically. We had given ourselves and the kids a good dose of sunscreen before we left their place but had completely forgotten to reapply. The sun breaking through was a gentle reminder. After a quick scan of the park, she found Jacob and Anna and subjected them to another going over of sunscreen. 

As they ran off back to the slides, Delilah tossed the bottle back at me with little more than a "Heads up", and then lay back down face first on the banana lounge. I popped the top and squirted a thin stripe along my arm. 

"No," she started, "I need you to do my back."

"Geez, what did your last slave die from?" I retorted with a grin. "Why didn't you ask Jacob or Anna to do it?"

"Because Jacob is at that age where can't stand the thought of touching his mum -- I'm just icky, apparently -- and I can't rely on Anna to give me a complete cover. She'd just want to draw pretty patterns. I swear that child is off with the fairies most of the time."

Let's face it, I didn't need any convincing but I didn't want to sound too eager. Rubbing suntan lotion into her sexy figure? I'd only fantasized about it for the last 8 years! Thoughts and questions ran quickly through my head. I needed to do this in a way that seemed innocent but not too slap-dash. I wanted to take my time but not linger unnecessarily. I was going to enjoy this but without seeming perverted. It was a fine line to walk but by the power of Greyskull I was going to milk this for all it was worth.

"Fine," I said in a mocked huff, "but just this once. I don't want you getting used to it, ok?"

"Tell you what," she replied, "If you do a decent job of it, I'll offer you a position as my new personal slave."

"Only if you promise to whip me," I replied, laughing. I moved over to her lounge and sat next to her. My thigh rested up next to her side. I rubbed the lotion between my hands and quietly thanked every known deity for this gift I was about to receive.

Not wanting to seem too eager I started at her shoulders and wiped, rather than massaged, the sunscreen across the top of her shoulders from her neck outwards. When I reached the top of her arms, I swept my hands back towards the middle of her back whilst applying a little bit of pressure.

"Oooh," she cooed. "Your hands are smoother than I thought. Much smoother than Ding's."

I recalled during my time in the army how my hands were quite calloused from the work we performed. Thankfully they had dispersed during the last few years I had spent working in construction management. The toughest physical work I did these days was signing requisitions and monthly expenditure reports. 

"Soft hands; tough heart," I replied.

She giggled. "I don't believe that for a second, Sean."

I ran my palms down either side of her spine, stopping only to navigate the tied string of her bikini.

"That's actually a nice colour on you," I remarked as casually as I could. "It's a good compliment to your skin tone."

"Thank you," she replied. "It was a gift from Ding on his last trip back from China. He said he picked it up in Hong Kong during a quick stopover."

I admired the contrast between the material and her ass check that it barely covered. I had dated a girl who had studied art at university and vaguely recalled a conversation about complimentary colours. There was something about the how any given colour is best complimented by the colour opposite it on the colour wheel. I have no idea where 'olive' fitted into the colour wheel, but the pale yellow of the bikini looked spectacular against the backdrop of her skin.

As I gazed over her body, I paid some attention to the material covering her ass. It almost looked slightly translucent. It could've just been the way the direct sunlight was hitting the material but it seemed as if I could almost see the crease between her ass cheeks under the fabric. My cock stirred at the though and I fought to control my thoughts. Although I had initially delighted in the idea of helping her apply sunscreen, I clearly hadn't thought it through. The last thing I needed was to sport a hard on in such a public place, and whilst I was applying sunscreen to my best mate's wife.

I ran my palms back up towards her shoulders with the same firm pressure. The sunscreen was quite thick and required a bit of pressure and multiple passes to ensure that it was all rubbed in and covered her adequately. I swept my hands from the middle of her lower back towards her neck. As they passed over her the lower trapezoids, my hands encountered a small bump. It was just big enough for me to feel it with my palm but I had a sense that it was quite a large knot.

I had never done any sort of formal course in massage but it's just something that I knew a bit about. I'd given enough massages to girls to know a knot when I saw one. I'd also given enough massages and received enough complaints from respective girlfriends to help forge my massage technique. I may have been an amateur but I had developed a professional technique.

I passed over the knot initially but returned to it a moment later to pay it a little attention. Delilah moaned involuntarily as I worked around the outside of the knot, slowly working my way in. She arched her back slightly and involuntarily.

"Oh god that feels good," she moaned.

"Yep, that feels like a good one," I remarked casually. "Feels like you've definitely done something to yourself." I continued to work away at the knot, gently kneading it from all sides. I followed the knot down from her shoulder blade alongside her spine.

"Jesus," I exclaimed under my breath. "This thing is huge. When was the last time you had a proper massage?"

I had vividly recalled a conversation from a few years ago when she had mentioned that she had regular massages to help keep her muscles supple to help her with her fitness routine. She had also mentioned that she was always naked for her appointments. 

She moaned quietly as I help pressure on one specific spot. "Not for a long time."

She drew a sharp breath through her teeth and I watched her tense up her ass. I must've hit a really sore point, so I eased up on the pressure.

"No, no, don't stop," she begged. "You got it right there."

"There's really not much I can do here without my massage oil," I said, nonchalantly. "You should really go back soon and get a professional to take care of that."

"I can't. The girl that I've been seeing for years left to go live with her boyfriend overseas. She recommended this other guy -- some friend of a friend of hers -- but he was just creepy. It totally put me off and I haven't been back since."

I kept working my thumbs around the main offending bump.

"Mmmm," she sighed. "I should just pay you to do it." 

Was she seriously suggesting that I give her a full body massage? My mind reeled at the possibility.

"Yeah right," I said, "and have Ding beat the shit out of me when he gets back. Not fucking likely, Del."

"Don't be such a prude," she replied. "It's just a therapeutic massage, you know. I mean it's not like you'll be giving me a happy ending or anything." She laughed at her own joke.

Obviously my acquired talent had paid off.

"Ok, but swear you won't tell Ding?" I enquired jokingly.

"Scouts honour," she replied.

"Ok, well there's not much more I can do about this knot with just suntan lotion." I left my right hand on the middle of her back and asked her if she wanted me to do the back of her legs whilst I was there.

"Yeah, if you wouldn't mind." She replied.

Wouldn't mind?! I would've crawled over a mile of broken glass to massage suntan lotion into her legs! Again I thanked God, Allah, Buddha, the Flying Spaghetti Monster; no deity was deprived of my thanks.

I changed positions to sit on the lounge next to her exceptional ass. I poured sunscreen lotion into my hands as I gazed upon her waiting figure. Her legs were together and the material of her bikini bottoms, as small and translucent as they were, still covered her sex quite modestly. Fortunately, or perhaps unfortunately, I had a very active imagination as was very capable of filling in the gaps.......pardon the pun.

I started on the leg furthest from me, gently massaging the thick lotion into her muscular calves. As I mentioned, the lotion was quite thick and required a bit of force to ensure that it covered everything adequately. This essentially meant that I had to give her a fairly intense massage. I ran my hands from her Achilles tendon up to the bulbous end of her calf muscle, allowing my fingers to identify the evident split in her calf muscles. Like that of a seasoned cyclist, Delilah's calf muscles presented similar muscular facets in a distinctly feminine manner. I delighted in the sensation I experienced when my hand ran across her firm muscles. I could feel her deliberately tensing them as I swept my hands deftly across their surface, my fingers inadvertently experiencing every elevation and every fold.

She had rested her head facing away from me, further encouraging me to visually explore her physique with little chance of reprimand. I drank in her sensuous physique; her flawless skin, her flawless muscle tone. As the fabric covering her ass, and the small amount visible of what covered her pussy, slowly dried in the sunlight, I watched the areas reserved purely for my mate Ding, fade into obscurity. My imagination, however, continued unabated. 

As my hands made their way from her calf towards her hamstrings I began to use the advantage of a thick sunscreen to pull her thighs outwards, under the guise of spreading the lotion more effectively. As I moved my hands slowly northward, the massaging of my palms from the inside of her thighs to the outside, her legs began to spread slightly, revealing more and more of her secreted femininity. As my palms reached her buttocks, I made broader and more forceful sweeps of my hands from inside to out, delicately pulling her ass cheeks apart, carefully revealing as much as possible of her womanhood that I could without raining alarm.

On my last sweep outwards I could've sworn that Del elicited a slight moan and reacted with a slight pushing outward of her ass towards my hand. Her ass was noticeably pushed further out than when we began. If I didn't know any better, I'd say that she was enjoying my touch. As I drew my hand back up her thighs towards her ass, I allowed the tips of my thumbs to intrude under the edge of her bikini bottom from the middle of her thighs outwards. As my hands swept outwards, my thumb tips trailed the line of her bikini, gently pressuring and kneading her taut skin. I could feel her glutes flex as my hands trailed over her butt. I instinctively removed my thumb tips from under the fabric fearing that I may have crossed a line.

"There," I said. "All done." I moved back to my lounge and wiped my hands on my towel.

"Thanks Sean," she muttered in an almost sleepy haze. "I could've fallen asleep with you doing that."

"My pleasure." And it truly was my pleasure.

"You'll definitely have to come over soon and give me a proper massage."

I smiled, but on the inside I was doing backflips.

The next hour or so passed with little to tell. We lay under the shade of the palms reading our books, completely comfortable with the silence, only interrupted by Jacob and Anna bugging Del for drinks and food. Although we were handily tucked away under the protection of the surrounding palm trees, there was a noticeable increase in the ambient temperature as it edged closer to midday. The heat must've affected Del to the point of discomfort because she suddenly announced that she was going to brave the kid-infested waters and take a dip in the pool. I must admit that the idea had played across my mind as well but the thought of having to contend with hundreds of screaming children far outweighed the benefits of cooling down.

I tilted my head to look over to her and was greeted with the sight of her back facing me, dripping with a few beads of sweat that traced their way down her back. Delilah had evidently rolled onto her side facing away from me to scan the pool. She reached behind her head and pulled the hair from her neck in order to relieve the heat it had trapped. I traced the line of her bikini across her neck and back with my eyes, following the path of the sweat as it gently caressed the toned features of her back that I had explored with my hands not that long before.

She lifted her top leg towards her tummy and stretched her hands above her head, accentuating the line of her alluring figure and pulling the bikini bottoms tighter across her ass cheeks, running the risk of disappearing completely. It was a sensuous sight. The filtered sunlight through the palms glinted off her glistening body; her hips, her buttocks, her thighs, her calves. The pose she struck was reminiscent of a typical Sports Illustrated bikini model pose. None of those models had anything on Del. 

"Yep, I'm definitely going to have to get wet," she announced, looking back at me.

My mind distorted her comment into something far less innocent. I smirked.

With that she stood up and sashayed towards the pool, her hips gently swaying with each step. I watched entranced as she waded into the lagoon-style pool, deeper and deeper until eventually the water was deep enough for her to dive. I watched her flawless form as she dipped below the surface, only briefly flashing her incredible ass as she dived down. She re-emerged moments later still standing waist deep in the pool and flicked her hair back, smoothing it back with her hands. It happened in real-time but in my mind it happened in slow motion with the backing of a sensuous melody.

She continued to swim lazily around the pool for a short while before eventually turning back towards me and exited the pool. She started walking towards the shallow water, back towards me and I watched on, entranced as the water cascaded down her chest and over her breasts. She had obviously not noticed but the fabric of her bikini had become quite translucent in the water, and her dark areolas were clearly visible in contrast to the lighter coloured skin of her breasts. Her nipples too had become quite erect and were forging their way through the flimsy material. I was utterly mesmerised. 

As she exited the water, her dripping form revealed the translucence of her bikini bottom in all its glory. I was rewarded more than I could possible imagined! Not only were her nipples clearly visible through the wet fabric, but a thin strip of hair was visible above her pussy lips. The strip stopped just above her pussy and I could clearly see that the remainder was shaved clean. It was more than I could ever have hoped to see; the manicured delights of the woman I had lusted after for so many years.

Del walked towards me, still oblivious to her sexual revelations. Fortunately, I was the only one who could see her translucent nudity in all its glory. Our obscurity to the rest of the waterpark had ensured that. I tried not to react as she approached our lounges, her features on clear display for me. I fought a losing battle against my growing hard on as I drank in her near naked form from the relative security of my sunglasses. 

As she came closer to me, I could see the lips of her pussy clearly through the moist fabric. Her clitoris was quite pronounced and I watched as it shuffled between the lips of her pussy as she walked towards me. 

"The water is soooooo nice," she said as she drew nearer. 

"Back so soon?" I enquired, nonchalantly looking up from my book.

"I just needed a quick dip to cool off. You should try it."

I lay on my front with my book open, pretending that I wasn't fighting some incredibly vivid images and thoughts of the near naked woman standing in front of me.

"Maybe later," I replied. "There are too many kids around at the moment." 

Ironically, the cold water on my raging hard cock would've helped me with my predicament but getting to the water's edge would probably have seen me arrested for indecency.




Delightful Del Pt. 02



She stood just near my head momentarily as she prepared to sit down on her lounge. He pussy was a mere 12 inches from my face as I lay on my lounge. She again reached up and pulled her hair into a ponytail and proceeded to wring out most of the water. It wasn't helping things as I saw from the corner of my eye the water from her hair flowing down her stomach and onto the fabric of her bottoms, further accenting her already visible pussy. I pretended to continue reading my book but not a single word sank in. All I could think about was how nice it would be to pull her bikini bottoms aside right there and then and lick the entire length of her pussy lips.

She sat down on her lounge facing me and began to pat herself dry. Her legs were slightly apart, still affording me a magnificent view of her pussy. Her breasts heaved with a relaxing breath, her pencil nub nipples pointing fervently through the fabric.

Del frowned at me. "Seriously, you need to get in there. You won't regret it," she exclaimed, pushing my playfully on the shoulder.

The touch of her cool hand on my shoulder was confirmation of the fact that the water was pleasantly cool. I just needed to lose the thoughts running through my head of her naked form under her transparent wet bikini. She was still apparently completely oblivious to the amazing spectacle she had put on for me. The complete innocence of her actions only acted to heighten my sensuous perspective. Much like the innocent manner of a sexy bespectacled librarian, the innocence was intoxicating. I didn't know if I should tell her or not about the spectacle she was presenting me.

As if to make matters worse, Del lay on her back with her transparent wares on display directly to me. My hard on was creeping inexorably towards its zenith at the thought of this sensuous and lithe creature next to me with all her glorious wares on display.

My mind was playing tug-of-war. My primitive brain was thinking of nothing but tearing her tiny bikini aside and assailing her pussy; licking and sucking at her denuded lips all the way from her silky entrance to the nub of her slightly protruding clitoris. I wanted to watch her in an ecstatic delight as I brought her towards as satisfying orgasm.

I looked over at her to see that her eyes were closed. I quickly took the opportunity to look closer at her nipples once more. The rapidly drying material was quickly diminishing my viewing. I needed more. Thinking quickly, I instinctively appealed to her nurturing instincts.

"I don't suppose I could ask you to sunscreen my back? I think I might be burning."

Although she was intent on slumbering, she perked up a little at my query.

"Oh, sure," she answered. "I guess it's only fair since you did me." She said with a smile. 

I looked over at her but remained face down on my lounge. "Thanks Del, I'd hate to get burned."

She sat up and reached for the suntan lotion just next to my lounge. As she bent towards me I was gifted a glimpse of her ample breasts. Her top was still wet and the fabric clung resolutely to her breasts but I was still treated to a very close viewing of them as they bobbed into my line of view not more than a foot and a half from my face. Her nipples were still hard, possibly due to the slight breeze that had drifted across the water park. 

I put my book down on the ground in front of me and lay my head in its place as she moved over to sit next to me on my lounge. I felt the coolness of her skin press against my side as she sat down. I could hear her flip the lid open on the bottle of suntan lotion followed by the familiar squirting sound as she plied her palms with a liberal dose. I heard the lid flip close and felt the lounge move subtly as she bent down to place the tube on the ground. 

She started at the base of my spine just above the waistline of my board shorts and forced her hands up my spine, lubricated by the thick lotion. She fanned her hands out as she neared my shoulders to ensure a good protective coverage. She continued in this palm tree-like motion up my back until it seemed to be adequately covered. She leaned over to get some more lotion but I could feel her leaving one hand on me. Her hand trailed down my back as she leaned down to pick up the tube, and I could feel her fingernails tracing delicately along the length of my spine as she did so. Goose bumps danced across my skin.

I heard her squirting more lotion into her hands and she readjusted her position to be on her knees. My far shoulder must've been a bit too far for her to reach sitting down. She began working on this shoulder and down my upper arms. I had instinctively flexed my muscles slightly and I felt the gentle pressure of a squeeze as she rubbed one hand along my triceps and the other along my biceps. At that moment both her hands slipped on my arms and she fell forwards onto my back.

"Oh shit," she exclaimed. Her head ended up right next to mine and I could feel her warm breath on my ear. Her breasts mash into my back, the coolness of her skin a wonderful contrast to the heat of mine. I could feel her bullet hard nipples pressing into me resolutely. She started laughing.

"Sorry about that," she said. She dragged her chest down my back a little bit as she began to remover herself from my prone form and settled into a seated position next to me. 

"I think I had a bit too much lotion on my hands," she explained. She squirted a little more lotion into her hands and finished my other shoulder quite quickly.

"Ok, turn over and I'll do your front," she suddenly announced.

A mild panic took hold. My erection had not abated one iota and still presented itself as an embarrassing bulge; all seven and a half inches. There was no way I could let her see it. It would unquestionably be the end of this apparently plutonic friendship. 

"Ah, no need to bother," I replied as coolly as I could. "I'm just going to continue to read for a while."

I didn't mention that I thought she was being a bit forward by offering to do my front. There's no way I would have offered to do hers; it's just not the socially acceptable thing to do. As I continued to read, I occupied my thoughts with analysing her comment in order to try and determine her intent. I didn't come to any real conclusions, but at least my cock started to go down.

The remainder of the day at the water park passed without significant incident and it was only an hour or two later that we packed up and I returned the three of them to their place.

As I pulled into the driveway, Del told her kids to thank me for a fun day. The constant activity had obviously taken their toll because I was greeted with a very weary "Thank you Uncle Sean" in tandem. The kids hopped out of the car whilst Delilah seemed to linger unnecessarily, fumbling with the beach bag and towels. The children had reached the front door, just out of view.

"Thanks for a lovely day, Sean." She said. "The kids had a great time. I did too."

"I know," I countered. "I heard you enjoying your massage."

She grinned and began to laugh.

"Yeah it was alright," she smirked. "I'll definitely take you up on your offer of a proper one. Come over on Friday night if you're free."

"I'll see how I go," I replied, smiling.

There was a second of awkward silence, then Delilah leaned across the console almost hesitantly and kissed me on the cheek quite softly while her hand rested on my upper thigh. If I didn't know any better, there was definitely a hint of intent in her kiss.

To be continued...



Delightful Del Pt. 03



Part 3, Butterfly Cove

The week after my trip with Delilah and her children to the waterpark was one of the longest fucking weeks I've ever had to endure. It was almost like I was stuck in a time vortex. The workload at my job seemed to increase exponentially as we neared the deadline of a major construction and the pressure from the client was building. I spent my days in and out of meetings with clients and contractors, management and morons. The days were long enough as it was, but to have the lingering thought of getting to massage one of the sexiest women I had ever known, just made the week drag by.

It had been a while since I'd given a girl a massage but I was quite confident with the informal training I had been given a few years prior. Her name was Cari; a yoga instructor I had met through the social running group I was a part of. It was a motley collection of people that showed up every Saturday morning by the park on the lake to run circuits of a course set up by the club members.

Some people trained to reach personal goals and some just came along to socialise. I mainly did it to keep my fitness levels up after leaving the army, but I also wound up helping out others where I could. 

The club was made up of people from almost every socio-economic background that you can imagine. There were teachers, mechanics, electricians, a couple of doctors of varying specialties, sales people, research scientists, a professional ballet dancer (with whom I'd had no luck flirting with when I met her) and almost every other job in between. There was even an old magistrate who ran with us every Saturday without fail. 

On this particular Saturday there was a yoga teacher.

I didn't actually notice her when she arrived at the start of the session. She was introduced to me by the club president.

"Sean, I'd like you to meet Cari." He announced, walking towards me with her in tow. "She's the daughter of an old friend of mine and has just moved up from down south. I thought I'd introduce you since you seem to know quite a few people."

"Hey Cari," I said, and I shook her hand as she offered it to me. "It's nice to meet you."

"You too" she said with a wry smile. Her big green eyes were strikingly captivating.

I was actually surprised I didn't notice her when she had arrived. She didn't exactly stick out from the crowd, but she definitely had a certain energy and presence about her. She almost glowed. Her strawberry blonde hair was pulled into a small ponytail but I could see that it hung in cute little curls, probably to just below her shoulder. A couple of stray ringlets framed her heart shaped face that was lightly peppered with small freckles, although still noticeable on her pale skin. Her lips were slight but not too thin and a subtle rose colour. 

Tall and slender, she stood perhaps only a few inches shy of 6 feet, and whilst her bust was not overly prominent, she was shapely and proportionate. She had what I considered to be a very natural body. It was a refreshing change to all the immaculately sculpted figures I had seen at my local gym which, whilst pleasant to look at, still seemed a bit false and unnatural. I most certainly preferred toned to muscular.

Although her clothing was quite practical for running, it also complemented her quite well. The emerald green singlet brought out the green of her eyes and her coordinated running skirt really highlighted her long slender legs. Again, whilst not overly muscular, she was quite toned.

I also detected a slight accent but couldn't quite put my finger on it straight away. I was quite intrigued by it; a sexy accent was definitely a plus as far as I was concerned. There's nothing quite as sexy as a woman begging you to fuck her in her sexy foreign accent. Spanish is a particular favourite of mine. (Remind me to tell you about Gabrielle one day.)

We got talking on our run and discovered that we shared some common interests such as our fitness and health, as well as a love for hiking and the beach. She was quite intelligent and engaging, and after pressing her a bit, she revealed that she had actually trained formally as a physiotherapist but her work was less satisfying than she had thought. She had also trained as a yoga teacher as a means of paying her way through university but discovered that she quite enjoyed the natural aspects of yoga more than the work of her profession. Although she had only moved from overseas a couple of years ago, she had since established a respected trade combining the technical knowledge of physiotherapy with yoga as a means of preventive care. Massage, she informed me, was a critical aspect of the process.

"Your accent is quite interesting," I remarked as we arrived back at the club starting point. It had been bugging me throughout the run, but I was confident that I knew exactly where she was from.

We began walking straight to the water stand to get a drink. It was a warm morning and we were both sweating profusely.

"Can you pick it?" She enquired, coquettishly. "No man in this country has every guessed correctly." She added, partially raising an eyebrow.

"Ooh," I replied with mock insult, "That sounds like a challenge. Care to make it interesting?"

"Meaning?" She asked.

"Meaning that if I can correctly guess where you are from, you'll agree to go on a date with me." I answered.

"Ok, but if you're wrong...." She raised her hands to her shoulders, palms facing upwards, and shrugged, suggesting dire consequences if I wasn't correct. 

I should perhaps explain that I am in no way a language expert. I just have a good ear for accents. 

"Alright then," I said, and started to analyse her accent for her. "To start with, you definitely have the hint of the Northern American twang, but you're not American." 

"That's a good start." She replied, and reached for a plastic cup from the trestle table already filled with water. "That's where most guys fail."

"And that's where I'll succeed," I thought to myself. I continued with my analysis.

"The thing that started to make it a bit clearer was when I really noticed was your pronunciation of the word 'start'. It had a bit of a rounded feel to it, very much like the Scottish."

She raised her eyebrow at me and a smirk escaped the corner of her mouth. I was definitely on the right track.

"But you're not Scottish."

Her grin widened. I knew I had this one in the bag.

"If I had a gun to my head, which in essence I do," I said with a grin, "I'd say you're from the Maritimes of Canada. My guess is that you're from Newfoundland." 

She raised her eyebrow at me once more and smiled. 

"Very impressive," she commented, flashing me a grin. "You win. I accept your invitation to dinner."

"I never mentioned dinner," I replied. "I said 'a date'. I have something much more fun in mind. Are you free tomorrow?"

"Sure."

"Ok, I'll meet you here tomorrow morning at 9am. Bring a bikini and a towel." 

"Where are we going?" She enquired.

"A little place I know called Butterfly Cove." I replied, and winked at her.

There was no mistaking Cari when I turned into the parking area that morning. 

She was wearing very short cut off denim shorts and a short white crocheted tank top revealed her toned midriff. A large floppy straw sun hat adorned her head, slightly shrouding her face. She presented an image of sophistication, style and class. 

We drove to a secluded little beach not far from where I lived. I had heard about this beach through people I knew at work but I had never been to it myself. I just never had much opportunity or reason to go and I wasn't the kind of guy that frequented secluded beaches alone. That just seemed a bit creepy. From what I'd heard though, it was quite a beautiful beach and there was a good chance that it would be deserted.

We pulled into the car park and found a nice spot close to the track.

"It's only a short walk just beyond that small peninsular," I explained, pointing to an outcrop of land only a few hundred meters away. I followed the directions given to me by a work colleague and we began walking along the main path that led down to a major patrolled beach. At the first bend I noticed a smaller path heading off to the left away from the patrolled beach. This was definitely the path. 

A small weather beaten sign warned of some indecipherable danger but it was apparent that many people had ignored it. The track was merely a thin beaten path through the dense scrub but it was the only one I could see. I stepped over the small log that had obviously been placed as a visual deterrent rather than a viable protective barrier across the thin path.

We had only been walking for a few minutes when the track began to widen and the path's solid foundation started giving way to soft golden sand. The vegetation was still quite dense but although we couldn't see the beach, we could hear the small rolling waves as they splashed up against the beach. We rounded a small bend and the beach magically unfolded before us. We both stood there for a moment and admired the scene.

It was spectacular. 

The beach spread across a small bay nestled between two sizable outcrops of land, which stood as sentinels guarding the bay. At a slight angle from the prevailing [waves], 

We had emerged towards one end of the beach. 

We noticed quite quickly that we didn't have the beach to ourselves. About 100m to our left at the far northern end of the beach nestled up near the large protruding boulders was a sole sunbather. From where we stood, it was apparent that she was completely naked, although I couldn't see a great deal of detail. Cari looked back at me and smiled.

"So it's that type of beach, is it?" She enquired, smirking at me.

"Hey, I had no idea! This is my first time here," I exclaimed in my defence. 

She giggled, quite unperturbed about the nudity on display and continued to walk out further onto the beach. We turned towards the opposite end of the beach where the larger of the two guarding outcrops met the golden sands of the beach. As with its northern counterpart, the outcrop blended gradually into the beach with large boulders interspersed amongst the sand.

As we approached this end we discovered that the rocks provided quite a lot of seclusion from the remainder of the beach. The nearby palm trees provided some light shade and, considering that we had to share the beach, I was quite happy when Cari suggested that we set up our towels here. It was still low tide so we made sure of setting up far back enough that the incoming tide wasn't going to be a problem.

Cari faced away from me as she produced her blue and white striped towel from her beach bag. She unfurled it in a single flick and bent forward at the waist to place the held end on the ground, affording me a spectacular view of her ass in her denim shorts. They were very short and her cheeks were clearly visible. I caught a hint of black as she leaned forward to flatten out her towel. I couldn't wait to see what she looked like in her bikini.

I followed and placed my towel adjacent to hers so that they were almost touching. 

I had only worn a tank top with my board shorts, which I stripped off before reclining on my towel. Cari had finished laying out her towel by this stage and was standing at the end of it admiring the water.

"This is beautiful," she remarked. "The water looks amazing. It's so clear." 

She peeled her top off and threw it down on her towel behind her without looking. A tiny black string bikini top barely covered her moderate breasts, and a faint hint of light pink areola was visible from the sides of the fabric. I was quite enchanted by the fact that the light smattering of freckles continued across her shoulders.

Her striptease continued as she then unbuttoned her pants and proceeded to wiggle out of them. I watched entranced as her firm ass framed in a skimpy black G-string bikini bottom was slowly revealed. She bent further and further down until her hands reached ankles affording me a spectacular view of her hairless outer pussy lips as the thin strip of black fabric vanished between them. She straightened up and allowed the shorts to fall to the ground, then kicked them on top of her top.

"I have to go in." She announced, and proceeded to walk to the water's edge still wearing her hat and sunglasses.

I simply watched entranced. I certainly hadn't been expecting her to be wearing such a revealing bikini on a first date. She was obviously very comfortable with her body.

She returned from the water a few minuted later having only immersed herself to her neck. The water dripped down her body. As she approached, I could see that her nipples were protruding slightly through the thin material of her top. Being black, it hadn't become translucent in the water, but that didn't lessen the sexiness of the garment. The entire bikini appeared to be at least one size too small. Her light pink areolas were still poking above the triangles of her bikini top and her bottoms were pressed tight against the outer lips of her pussy.

I offered her a drink as she approached and she accepted as she dropped to her towel. I admired her wet figure more closely as she rested on her knees facing me. Her bikini definitely looked very tight on her figure. Curiosity got the better of me and I casually enquired.

She looked down at herself and shrugged.

"I don't actually own any bikinis and I didn't have time to go shopping for one yesterday, so I had to borrow one from my housemate."

I must've had a very perplexed look on my face because she began to explain in more detail.

"I've never had a reason to own a bikini because I've mainly lived in very cold climates. I've never lived in such a warm climate before."

"But surely you've been to a beach before," I asked. "You must've had a swimsuit for those occasions."

She looked a little embarrassed, obviously reluctant to let out all the details.

"Well yes," she commenced, "I've been to beaches before but I haven't usually worn anything."

I was a little surprised. It's certainly not the type of comment I was expecting to hear, but she was alluding to being a nudist. Her blasé attitude to the naked woman at the other end of the beach started to make a little more sense. My mind moved quickly. If I played things right here, things could get very interesting.

"Well don't let me stop you. I certainly won't be offended if you want to get a bit more comfortable." I said, as reassuringly as possible.

She smiled at me a little sheepishly. "Ok, as long as you don't mind."

"I wouldn't want you to be uncomfortable on our first date," I replied.

This date had suddenly taken an interesting turn. 

She smiled at me as she reached back behind her and untied her bikini top. Keeping the neck strap tied, she lifted the top over her head revealing her amazing breasts. As I had suspected, her areolas were a rich pink colour that blended into her skin at the edges. Leaning back on her towel and raising her butt, she thumbed the sides of her bikini bottoms and slid them down her long slender legs and deposited them neatly on top of the bikini top, breathing a sigh of relief once she had completed her task.

She didn't have any noticeable tan lines, but that wasn't surprising since she was sporting the typical soft pale skin of someone from a colder climate. From my position next to her, I could see that she wasn't completely clean shaven. A small but thick patch of blonde hair adorned her pussy and ran down a little way before petering out along her outer lips.

Unfortunately, the small swim suit had left deep pink impressions on her skin, which she began to unconsciously rub. It must have been hurting her quite a bit for the whole trip. I raised my hand and gently touched a deep line that the bikini top had left on her back. It was quite noticeable to the touch.

"I bet that feels a lot better," I casually remarked.

"In more ways than one," she replied, turning her gaze to me.

I must have looked a little perplexed at her comment because she continued, elaborating on it.

"It was definitely too small for me, but the constriction was more than just physical." She turned onto her side to face me and continued her train of though. "My parents were quite liberal, as you can probably imagine, and I was raised in an environment where I was not made to feel embarrassed about my own nudity. The city where I grew up had a little old Asian bath house and my mother used to take me there quite often. It was this old but well maintained little place where you could go and use their saunas and these huge baths, and get massages, and everyone walked around naked, except for the staff. The baths are separated into men's and women's sections, so it's not like you're going to see men nude, but it gave me a good appreciation for the natural human form from an early age."

She stretched back on her towel and closed her eyes. "Now," she said, "I just feel so restricted and confined when I'm wearing clothes. Particularly in a place like this." She 

She rolled back over towards me and continued. "Being naked is natural." She stated quite matter-of-factly, looking directly at me. "When did we, as humans, decide that nudity was bad?"

I couldn't argue with her logic and I wasn't about to try. If she wanted to be naked in front of me, I was perfectly fine with that.

"Are you suggesting that I join you?" I enquired as delicately as I could.

"I think that's entirely your choice," she replied. "You should be as comfortable as you want."

I lay back and undid the top of my shorts. As I undid my fly, my semi-erect cock was slowly revealed. Although she was wearing her sunglasses, I could tell that she was looking directly at it. As I removed my shorts completely, my cock flicked back onto my stomach. I saw her biting into her bottom lip as she stared at my manhood. 

The cool breezed played across my body, gently caressing my balls. My cock twitched involuntarily and began to stiffen under her glaze. 

"See?" She asked. "Don't you feel better?"

I nodded. Her voice had dropped a little in volume and tone. There was a slight husky resonance to it. 

"And you certainly shouldn't be ashamed of your body," she continued. "You're very......masculine."

She was tracing a line with her fingernail up her opposite arm as she held onto her knee. I noticed too that her hips were writhing faintly. She looked my body over before finally resting on my eyes. With a small movement she slid over to my towel so that our hips were now touching. She removed her sunglasses, throwing them on the towel behind her and kissed me gently on the lips. It was soft and passionate, and I responded in kind. 

As our mouths explored each other tenderly, she reached across and tenderly wrapped her fingers around my cock, now standing rigidly to attention. I was still resting back on both hands as I allowed her to pump my cock in a gentle motion. I grunted in appreciation. Her kissing became more vigorous and wanting. 

I reached across and caressed her face as we kissed. I traced it down her neck and her chest towards her breasts. My fingers found a nipple and I tweaked it softly between forefinger and thumb. She broke off our kiss and moaned quietly. I kissed her cheek and worked my way down to her neck with small kisses. I kissed and suckled her delicate neckline as she moaned a little louder in appreciation. Her appreciation was reflected also in the increase in tempo with which she was stroking my rock hard cock.

I didn't want to waste any more time. She clearly wanted more, so I relinquished her nipple and traced my hand down her tight stomach to her shaven pussy. She spread her legs willingly to allow me access to her pussy. Her skin was so soft and I worked my hand along the lips and into her moist folds. She was very wet and I had no trouble running a slick finger along her opening and over her protruding clitoris.




Delightful Del Pt. 03



She elicited another moan, a little louder than the last as my wet finger traced a circle around her clitoris. She released my cock and brought her hand to her mouth, coating it liberally with her saliva, all the while staring directly at me with her beautiful big green eyes. She returned to my cock and began to pump it with her slick hand. I grunted with satisfaction with the first stroke. The sensation was incredible as she played her fingers over the head of my cock. She pumped more vigorously as I stroked her clitoris with more force. I slipped my finger down to her opening and slid it into her. She moaned with delight mouthing an O with her lips as she did so. 

She kissed me again more forcefully that before, becoming more and more desperate until finally she couldn't take any more. She pushed me onto my back and my cock flipped back onto my stomach with an audible whack. She threw her hat to the side and straddled me resting her wet pussy on top of my shaft and started to slide her cunt along the length of my cock, coating the length of it with her juices. She flicked her clitoris with one hand as she slid along the length of my cock, tilting forward slightly at the bottom of each slide to allow her clitoris to brush against my hard shaft. Her other hand rested against my chest to keep herself upright. 

I watched entranced as the lips of her pussy draped down over the side of my cock, enveloping it in her silky folds. Her wetness was quite obvious and I felt it start to drip off my cock and into my pubic hair. I watched as the head of my cock vanished behind the small tuft of her pubic hair at the top of each slide. I could sense that it was getting dangerously close to her unprotected opening. 

She leaned forward a little more with each slide, allowing her clitoris more friction against my shaft and opening herself up to the head of my cock more and more with each slide. After a few more slides, her stomach was pressed to mine and I could no longer see the tip of my cock as it emerged on each down stroke. 

I wrapped my hands around her ass helping her slide backwards and forwards. With that, she tilted her hips forward just a little more as she slid up my cock. Then she slid down my cock and I felt her warmth surround it as I slid effortlessly into her slick pussy. She slid up on me again and my cock slipped out of her and back along the length of her slit on her next down stroke. 

She continued this rhythm of alternately fucking my cock and then sliding along its length as she continued to rub her clitoris on alternate strokes whenever her hand, which was wedged in between our stomachs, was allowed sufficient room to move.

Her breathing started to falter a little and I could sense that she was close to orgasm. She reverted back to rubbing her pussy along the length of my cock, depriving me of the blissful velvety sensation of her very well lubricated cunt. Her hand was almost a blur as she rubbed her clitoris and her sliding motions became more and more forced along my cock. She held her breath and her whole body started to shudder and she continued to slide along my cock, albeit with a slight irregularity in the rhythm. She tilted her head back and, with a wide open mouth, exhaled in one long moan of unadulterated pleasure as she commenced her orgasm.

I was really close to coming too and I wanted to come with her. I pulled her down to me to kiss her and simultaneously lined up my cock with her dripping pussy. She grunted loudly as I thrust my hard cock into her open pussy, again and again. Her orgasm consumed her body and I held her in place as her body trembled uncontrollably. Her pussy muscles contracted around my cock, willing it to release into her. I couldn't hold back any longer and relinquished. I pumped load after load of my hot cum into her as I held her in place on my pulsing cock. Her shuddering slowed and she whimpered in my ear as her orgasm receded.

We lay that way for a short time in the wide open basking in the afterglow and catching our breath. 

"Thank you," she muttered into my ear as we lay there. "That was just........it was...." Her voice trailed off but her groan spoke volumes. I knew what she meant.

She raised her head from my shoulder and looked into my eyes before kissing me passionately. Whilst still in that position, she raised her ass in the air and my cock slipped out of her. It made an audibly wet slapping sound as it fell onto my stomach coated with our combined juices.

She giggled as she rolled off and onto her towel still panting.

I lay next to her completely lost for words. I reached behind me into the cooler and retrieved a cold beer. I cracked the top and gulped at its frosty nectar. There is something deeply satisfying about drinking a cold beer on a hot day on a beautiful beach straight after amazing sex with a very sexy woman that you barely know. 

We lay there for a while in silence, holding hands whilst the shadows of the nearby palm trees traced their path across our naked bodies. I looked over to see Cari slipping into a light slumber. It was a perfect idea, so I followed.

To be continued...



Delightful Del Pt. 04



Delightful Del: Part 4, Amy

It must've only been asleep for a short time when I awoke to the sounds of faint chatter approaching from the water just beyond the rocks that had hidden our sandy hideaway from the remainder of the beach. In a mild panic, I looked across to where Cari was supposed to be lying next to me, but she was gone. Her tiny black bikini and clothes were still bundled on the end of her towel. Given the high tones of the voices, the approaching voices belonged to Cari and another girl.

Being naked in front of a woman while we were on our first date is one thing, but having her bring back another woman whilst I was still in my naked state was something that was way off the charts of my experiences. I wasn't entirely prepared, mentally or physically, to be receiving guests in my current state, and I quickly vacillated between remaining nude or quickly whipping my board shorts back on but in my moment of hesitation, I had run out of time. I tried to act as casually as I could.

Cari rounded the rocks wearing nothing but her sun hat and sunglasses, and clutching a handful of seashells. A young woman appeared at her side seconds later similarly attired. I propped myself up on one arm and drank in the view as their naked spectacularly naked forms were revealed from behind the rock. The women sauntered towards me, hips swaying as they trudged through the soft sand. 

As a contrast to Cari, the young woman was significantly shorter and had a superb hourglass figure with a pair of magnificent breasts that protruded just beyond the width of her torso. I guessed them to be at least C-cups given that she was so petite. Although they were large and did hang slightly creating a thin fold underneath each breast, they had yet to lose their youthful firmness. 

She was curvy but by no means fat and her utterly flawless skin had a tight youthful look to it. I silently hoped that it had the same feel to it as well. Similarly to Cari, her skin it was quite pale; almost porcelain in its appearance, and a spectacular contrast against her almost jet black hair that framed her doll-like face. A perfectly manicured strip of matching coloured hair adorned her pussy, just hiding her clitoris from view. She couldn't have been older than 23.

"Sean, this is Amy," announced Cari. "I met her along the beach when I was collecting shells. I invited her to come and sit with us for a bit, if that's ok," she explained.

I was a little apprehensive about being nude in front of, ostensibly, two complete strangers. I didn't have a body image at all; in fact I was quite proud of my physique, but I had just never been in a social situation whereby everyone was naked and I didn't want to risk offending the girls by having my lustful thoughts of them both betray me in a very visual manner. I was mildly comforted by the casual manner in which both girls conducted themselves. It was apparent that they were very comfortable being naked. I made a conscious effort to be as casual as possible.

"Yeah, that's perfectly ok with me," I replied. As if I'd reject another beautiful naked woman. "Nice to meet you Amy," I said, directing my attention to the beautiful young woman in front of me. "I think we saw you when we got here." 

Amy smiled at me with a pair of impossibly red lips. She leaned forward to offer me her hand and I watched as her large breasts swing down towards me. Her nipples were large and erect. This wasn't going to be easy.

"Hi," she replied as I took her hand in mine to greet her. "Yes that was me," she continued, and stood back up. "I come here quite often, but usually it's completely deserted."

From my lowered vantage point, I had a wonderful view up her entire body and I absorbed as much of her beauty as I could without seeming too obvious. The vibrant metallic red nail polish on each toenail glistened brightly in the direct sunlight and drew my attention to her petite feet wriggling in the sand. A small tattoo of a red love heart adorned the inner side of her right ankle just above her heel.

I brought my attention back up her legs, analysing each curve carefully as I did. They were not toned but they were most certainly very shapely. They were now slightly parted as she rested her weight on one leg, both hands on one hip. Her pussy lips were silhouetted very clearly against the sky behind her and although only her outer lips were visible, I could easily imagine that her inner lips were quite small and delicate. 

Cari had sat down cross legged at the top of her towel near my head and patted the spot next to her, inviting Amy to sit next to her. She sat down next to Cari facing me with one leg curled up beneath and the other with her knee up almost to her chest. The positioning of her legs now afforded me a direct view of her open pussy, and I could now see her inner lips peeking out from behind her larger, puffier pussy lips. The deep red colouring of her inner lips was a perfect match for her luscious red lips. I could also now clearly see her clitoris poking from behind its little hood.

I offered her a beer which she accepted gratefully, her beautifully orbed breasts once again falling forward as she leaned forwards on her knees to retrieve the proffered beer. Her ass poked up in the air as she leaned forward. I had visions of what the view from behind her might look like. Moreover, I imagined what it would be like to slide my cock into her from behind. I quickly extinguished the thought as I felt a familiar stirring in my cock. 

She sat back in her original position and took a long pull from the beer bottle. A small drop ran down her chin and down her chest. I looked over at Cari and it was quite apparent that she was having similar thoughts as she unconsciously traced a finger down her own chest, subconsciously mimicking the path of the drop of beer on Amy's chest. 

I took in the entire site from safely behind my sunglasses, although it was still having an obvious effect on my cock. Thoroughly rested from sex with Cari earlier, it was now starting to become more interested in what I was seeing and reacting accordingly. It twitched once involuntarily as thoughts of these two naked beauties coursed through my mind. The movement must have attracted the attention of both girls because they both looked at it at the same time.

Not wanting to offend our new guest, I excused myself to go and cool off in the water. As I stood up, I noticed both women trying not to stare too intently at my crotch. Whilst I was not yet hard, my cock had become noticeably more enlarged and slap my thighs audibly as I stood up to walk down to the beach. I noticed Cari looking up at me whilst biting her bottom lip. 

The water was refreshingly cool and I swam around in the water for a short while until I was in a better condition to be seen naked. I dived under the water one last time and swam a few meters underwater back towards the beach. I had skinny dipped on the odd occasion but this was the first time I'd ever done it in broad daylight. It was quite refreshing and I felt quite free and relaxed. Perhaps if things worked out well with Cari, I'd get a chance to do this more often. I walked back up onto the beach and returned to the ladies who seemed to be in an animated discussion.

"......and that's why I decided never to wax again." Amy had just apparently just finished a story and Cari was laughing but obviously sympathising with a high degree of pain that Amy had implied. 

"Well I'm not surprised!" exclaimed Cari, laughing in response to the tale.

"Sounds like I missed an interesting conversation," I commented as I returned and stood on my towel looking down at the girls.

Cari reached up and placed her hand on my upper thigh, quite close to my groin and stroked my leg gently as she retold the essentials of Amy's story. 

"Amy was just telling me about a bad waxing experience she had, which is why she decided to go for laser treatment."

The girls had started into another beer each and I suspected that the combination of the heat and the alcohol was starting to have an effect on them both. I sat down on my towel sitting with one knee up and leaned over to grab myself another beer, allowing my cock to fall to one side. If Amy was going to give me a show, I may as well give her a little one in return. 

"Really?" I enquired of Amy. "Isn't laser treatment a bit more permanent?" 

"Yeah, but waxing always left me with red welts for days afterwards. This way, it's much smoother too." 

I took this as an open opportunity to look directly at her smooth pussy lips under her neatly manicured patch of jet black pubic hair without the threat of seeming like a pervert. It certainly looked quite smooth from where I was sitting. I looked at Cari's pussy lips as a comparison. Considering I had just become quite intimate with Cari's pussy earlier, it was completely unnecessary for me to look at it. I knew that it was quite smooth, aside from the small amount of plumage that remained above. I looked anyway, not wanting to waste a prime opportunity.

"I didn't realise there was a difference," I said, quite innocently.

"Of course there's a difference," exclaimed Cari. "Here, feel me." She grabbed my hand and placed it directly on her pussy and started to rub it along her lips. The efforts of my swim had just gone completely to waste as my cock began to harden.

From the corner of my eye, I could see that Amy had started to spread her legs a little wider in anticipation for something that I had no idea was about to come.

"Now feel Amy," Cari ordered, releasing my hand so that I could do the same to this young beautiful stranger in front of me. 

I looked over at Amy now and asked if that was ok. She smiled at me brightly and nodded. She shifted a little closer to me and spread her legs wider still to allow me complete and unrestricted access to her beautiful smooth pussy lips.

I moved my hand closer until it made contact with one of her outer lips and gently rubbed its length down towards her ass. It definitely felt smooth but it was difficult to determine which of the two was smoother.

Cari had raised herself up and was on her knees beside me. She rested one hand on my shoulder and the other on my upper thigh as I slid a finger along Amy's pussy lips, one side then the other feeling the softness and smoothness of her skin. 

"Doesn't that feel nice and smooth?" asked Cari, almost whispering into my ear.

"Yeah, it does," I replied. "But I have a better idea to feel the difference between you both."

I put down my beer in the sand to free up my other hand. I then placed the free hand directly on Cari's pussy as she remained kneeling beside me. My hand was still cold from nursing the beer and she gasped as it made contact directly on her clitoris. I began to stroke her clit gently with one finger as I ran another down her slit, coating it with the wetness that had suddenly appeared. I ran my slick finger up to her clitoris and started making circles around it, gently.

I started to rub Amy's pussy a little more firmly with all my fingers, gently spreading her lips as I went. As I rubbed back towards the top, I continued to her clitoris and started to stroke it as I was doing with Cari. Amy let out an audible gasp. 

Cari had started to move her hips in a very sensuous rhythm as I slowly began to penetrate her with my middle finger. I allowed her to fuck my finger as I paid a little more attention to Amy. She had closed her eyes and had tilted her head back, thrusting her ample breasts up towards me. As with Cari, I slowly inserted a finger into her open pussy and began to fuck her with it whilst rubbing her clit with my thumb. She too began to gyrate on my hand.

I turned to Cari. She was watching me finger Amy. I leaned towards her and kissed her passionately. Her tongue intertwined with mine and I immediately started to pick up my pace with her, stroking her from the inside in a 'come here' motion. I rubbed her clitoris with my thumb in the same rhythm as I was doing with Amy. Both my hands were getting quite wet with the juices from each girl as the writhed around on my hands, fucking my fingers.

My cock had gone rock hard by this stage and was aching for some attention. I withdrew my fingers from Amy's dripping snatch and place my hand directly onto my cock, coating it with her juices. I grasped my rigid shaft and started stroking it, my fingers slipping effortlessly up and down. I leaned forward again and kissed Cari passionately, my finger still inside her very well lubricated cunt.

As I continued kissing Cari, I felt Amy's hand on top of my own that was stroking my cock. She pried my fingers open and I released my cock. I broke my kiss off with Cari and looked down to see that Amy had come forward on her hands and knees and was guiding my cock into her open mouth. 

Cari had started gently squeezing Amy's breast and gently tweaking her nipple. I placed my free hand on the back of Amy's neck and cupped it gently as her head moved up and down on my cock. I lay back down on the towel and Amy immediately crawled between my knees and resumed her work on my shaft with a renewed vigour. Cari straddled my head facing Amy so that her dripping cunt was mere centimetres from my face. 

I raised my head and licked the entire length of her pussy from her clitoris to her puckering little asshole, eliciting an audible gasp from Cari. I selfishly suckled her clitoris for a few minutes as if it were a small teat. I worked feverishly on her pussy until she suddenly removed herself from my face. I lifted my head to see Amy working my cock with both her hands and her mouth. She lifted her head and continued to pump my cock with both her hands. Our eyes met. She shifted her position, turned around and lifter her ass into the air facing me. Cari replaced her hands for Amy's and whispered in my ear, "I want to watch you fuck her."

I wasn't about to argue. I got to my knees and allowed Cari to guide my cock into Amy's waiting pussy. Amy looked back at me as I spread her pussy lips with my hand. Again I asked her if it was ok. She smiled and nodded.

"You can fuck me but please don't cum in me."

Despite her very well lubricated cunt, Amy was very tight and I found it difficult to slide my cock into her. With her manipulation, I was eventually able to slide it in to the hilt. Once my cock was in, Cari moved to the front of Amy and positioned herself so that Amy could eat her pussy.

I steadily pistoned my cock in and out of Amy's tight cunt as she feverishly worked on Cari's slick pussy. Cari was clearly enjoying Amy's efforts; one hand was resting behind her head whilst she ran her fingers through Amy's hair with the other, gently pushing her further into her pussy. Her eyes were closed in intense concentration and I could see her stomach muscles tensing up in anticipation of an impending orgasm. Amy moaned louder as I drove my cock deeper into her. I could feel the tips of her fingers brushing against my cock as she played with her pussy with one hand, holding herself up with the other.

I could see Cari starting to labour with her breathing and I sensed that she was very close to orgasm. Her stomach muscles contracting faster and faster. Amy too had dramatically increased her masturbatory act, her fingers brushing against my cock faster and faster as she worked her way to her own concurrent orgasm. I could also feel that familiar swelling in my cock. The gentle brushing of Amy's fingertips along my cock was an interesting and very erotic experience, and was exceptionally stimulating. Although I was consciously aware of Amy's earlier request of not coming in her, I had a very primal urge to ignore it and plant my seed deep in her womb. These sinful thoughts urged my orgasm on along with the spectacular view I had of Amy's shapely arse and Cari's spreadeagle form.

I felt my orgasm rise and I knew it would be only moments before it would come crashing down around me. I pumped harder and faster still tormented with my primal urges struggling against my better judgement. Cari climaxed, her entire body tensing up momentarily before shuddering uncontrollably. She nearly screamed as the orgasm tore its way through her body. Amy followed almost immediately, grunting and moaning as her cunt began to convulse around my cock in its own attempt to massage the cum out of me. I couldn't wait another second. I made a snap judgement to be honourable and pulled my cock out of Amy's pussy just as my first shot of cum spewed from the end of my cock. It splashed against her asshole and started running down into her still open cunt. The next shot struck a bit lower and splashed against her fingers that were still massaging her clit. She moved her hand back along her pussy and up to her asshole. She began rubbing my cum all over her asshole, slipping the tip of one finger inside, and then down towards her cunt where she began to finger herself with her two middle fingers forcing some of my cum into her pussy. 

I continued to pump my cock as the last remnants of my orgasm dripped from the end of it. I moved closer and allowed some of my cum to drip onto her fingers as they moved in and out of her tight wet pussy. She withdrew her fingers from her pussy and grasped my still hard cock, and started to stroke it up and down her pussy lips. Without notice she moved her ass back onto my cock and I felt myself slip into the velvety warmth of her tight wet cunt again. She pumped on my cock a few times to make sure I had given up all my offerings before moving forward off my cock.

Looking back at me she smiled. "You were right Cari," she announced with a slight air of familiarity, "his cock feels really good." 

"I told you I'd find us a good one," replied Cari.

The puzzled look on my face must have been all too obvious. Cari laughed and then apologised. "I'm sorry, Sean," she started. "I'd like you to meet Amy, my housemate."

"You know each other?" I asked incredulously.

The girls were now sitting next to each other casually stroking each other on the arms, thighs and torso.

"Actually she's more than just a housemate; she's my lover."

My head spun and I sat back down on my towel. I laughed as it all sunk in. Cari had obviously told Amy about our date and had asked her to come along. How I fitted in I could only guess, but this had certainly turnout to be one of the best first dates I'd ever have.

We all spent the rest of the afternoon on the beach together, swimming, drinking, talking and fucking until the sun began to set.

We all saw a lot more of each other for the next few months, although Cari's self-prominence was noticeable. She seemed to be the alpha female of the two. Still, the fun times continued in a variety of locations and I quickly discovered their penchant for outdoor sex, which I was all too happy to oblige.

Sadly, the arrangement ended when I stopped by their place unannounced only to find Amy at home. She invited me in explaining that Cari had gone out for a while. One thing lead to another and we ended up fucking all over the house. Amy and I were fucking doggystyle on the lounge floor when Cari opened the front door. I had just started to pump a load of cum into Amy's tight cunt too. Cari went batshit crazy at us both calling us both cheats and liars. I copped a few blows from her handbag as she lashed out at me. Apparently Amy and I needed her permission to fuck first. I didn't realise there were rules. 

After the dust had settled, Cari said that she didn't want to see me anymore because I was, according to her, a cheating asshole. Cari also broke up with Amy for the same reason. Amy told me that we shouldn't see each other anymore either because of the guilt she felt cheating on Cari.

Oh well, it was a shit tonne of fun while it lasted, and Cari did teach me a lot of amazing massage techniques.




Delightful Del Pt. 04



That's right, I was just about to tell you about the massage with Del, wasn't I?

To be continued...



Delightful Del Pt. 05



Delightful Del: Part 5, The Massage

Excruciating as it was, the week finally ended and Friday afternoon had arrived, but not before a major fuck up at work had me punch-out shortly after 6pm. A thirteen hour day on a Friday is not what I had planned. I was tired and pissed off at the incompetence of yet another sub-contractor, which had resulted in a 3 hour clean up exercise that I had to supervise and coordinate.

As I jumped in my ute to head home I was at least consoled by the fact that I would soon have my hands running over Del's magnificent and possibly naked body.

I was excited and nervous at the same time. All the massages I had ever given had one nefarious intent. Now I was faced with the prospect of giving a massage to the wife of my best mate, which was most certainly not supposed to be one with such intimate objective.

As I stood in my shower washing away the grit and grime from the day, I played over the endless possibilities that this evening presented. My cock twitched at the thought of Del naked under my hands. I imagined what it might be like to run my hands down her bare sides, brushing up against the side of her breasts. I was briefly tempted to have a quick wank there and then just to calm myself a bit, but I decided against it. In the distant recesses of my brain, I somehow thought that I may have a shot at her tonight and I didn't want to underperform if the occasion arose. It was silly, after all she was my best mate's wife. The reality was that nothing was going to happen.

I got changed into an old pair of jeans and t-shirt. It was too hot for underwear so I decided to go commando. I figured that nothing was going to happen anyway and I'd be able to control myself. I grabbed my bottle of massage oil from the bathroom cabinet and headed out the door. 

A couple of years before when I was dating the yoga teacher, I had found this very sensuous and exotic massage oil that was infused with coconut oil. It was very subtle and alluring without being too overpowering. All the women I had massaged had commented on how much they'd liked it. 

I arrived at Dell's place and she greeted me with a smile as she opened the door for me. She was wearing a very simple, very elegant, and very short red silk robe with delicate Chinese floral patterns embroidered into it. Although it was tied simply and loosely in the middle, the front overlap was still just enough to cover her breasts modestly. 

"Thank god you're here," she said. "Come on in." She turned on her heel and headed back towards the kitchen. A very slight overbalance on her turn indicated that the small glass of wine in her hand was perhaps not her first for the evening. I knew from past experience that her petite frame couldn't handle much alcohol. 

I followed her into the house. 

Her robe seemed even shorter from behind. Although I was too tall to catch a glimpse under the hemline, I'm sure that I'd get a decent view of her amazing ass if she bent over even just a bit.

A slight twitch of my cock reminded me that I needed to keep this all above board.

"Rough day, huh?" I asked.

"To put it mildly," she replied. "The kids have been acting up all afternoon but they both crashed about half an hour ago. They must've just been really tired. On the plus side," she continued, raising her glass of wine, "we won't be disturbed."

"Can I get you one?" asked Del, pointing at the open bottle of wine on the kitchen bench.

"Please," I replied.

I was a bit slow on the uptake and wasn't in a position to get the best view as she reached up to grab a wineglass from the top shelf. I nearly kicked myself. Of all the short skirts and dresses she'd ever worn performing this very same task, this was by far the shortest. Regardless, it was still enough of a view as I moved into the kitchen are to see the very top of her legs as the hemline rode up as far as it could. Her ass cheeks were barely visible from where I stood. All in good time, I reassured myself. Not long now before I got up close and personal with this amazingly sexy creature.

She poured me a glass and handed it to me before dropping herself into the nearby couch. She propped herself up on one of the many pillows surrounding her, her slender legs spread out along the length of the couch. The hem of the robe crept up her ass even higher. I couldn't see from where I was sitting but I'm sure the view from behind would be quite spectacular. She absentmindedly tugged at the hem but it simply wasn't going to move any lower.

"Have you spoken to Ding recently?" I asked, trying to maintain our usual type of casual banter.

"Not in a couple of weeks, unfortunately," she replied. "He's somewhere in the middle of Irian Jaya at some gold mine. Apparently they've had a lot of problems with some of the locals, but I've been told not to worry about it." She smiled, but I wasn't convinced that she wasn't worried.

"I know the money is good, but sometimes I really hate him being so far away." She curled her feet up under herself and took a long sip from her glass. "I mean, I've probably had more time together with you in the last six months than I have with Ding," she continued.

"You're like my surrogate husband but without the sex." She paused. I wasn't exactly sure how to respond. Fortunately she continued her train of thought.

"Well, not that I've been getting any from him when he's here anyway. If you're not careful, you may have to step to perform those duties as well." She giggled a little at this last comment and I laughed nervously. I had seen her drunk on many occasions and could tell that she was only a few glasses from table-top dancing. It was usually about this point that we had some of our more interesting and liberal conversations. It looked like tonight was heading down the same path. She tipped her head back to drain the remnants of wine from her glass. As she did, the robe opened slightly but enough to see that she wasn't wearing a bra. I was going to need more wine.

I didn't want to rush things because she obviously needed to unload a bit. I knew that she'd end up feeling more relaxed and far more receptive to my massage if I just let her talk a bit more. She was definitely a little more stressed than she was making out.

I probed a little. "I though he would've been all over you when he got back."

She got up again from the lounge and poured herself another liberal dose of red, topping up my glass in the process. This time she sat facing me on the stool next to mine, her legs slightly apart but with the robe protecting her modesty. She took another sip of wine and proceeded to tell me about some of the difficulty she'd been having with Ding over the last few months. I noticed her non-wine drinking hand unconsciously tracing small circles on her exposed inner thigh as she spoke. I watched in my peripheral as her hand also accidentally pulled her robe up little by little. I struggled to maintain eye contact with her and not allow myself to ogle her crotch in the vain attempt to catch a glimpse of her underwear. I took control of myself and stuck with the topic at hand.

The conversation was quite revealing. I found out that Ding was becoming more distant when he had come home from his work trips. He didn't like to talk too much about what he had been up to, aside from the generic details about life on remote mine sites. I found it curious too that Ding was spending quite a bit of time in and around South East Asia for work. I knew of quite a few ex-military guys on the international security circuit and they all seemed to avoid that area in favour of more profitable ventures in the Middle East. It may have been a bit more dangerous but the pay rates were almost double. Something didn't fit, but I left it alone.

"So the reason you need a massage is more than just your running and the kids?" I enquired, draining the last few drops of wine from the bottle into my glass.

She smiled and nodded. "Speaking of which, we should probably get started. I wouldn't want to keep you up all night." She got up to move but I gently placed my hand on her bare thigh to stop her moving and then stood up. 

"Just sit there a minute and enjoy your wine." I moved behind her and started to massage her shoulders and neck. I started just with her neck where it joins the shoulder; the part that was visible above the robe. She immediately melted under my hands.

"Oh," she moaned involuntarily as my thumbs moved across her shoulder blades and up her neck. "That's exactly what I need."

We continued in relative silence for a few minutes as I worked the muscles around her neck before moving out onto her shoulders. The robe hindered my progress so I gently pushed it down over her shoulders. She helped me by pulling it down for me whilst keeping a hold onto the front with her free hand, maintaining her coverage. Her bare shoulders were soft to the touch, and warm. I could feel body heat radiating off her. 

I stepped a little closer so that our bodies were almost touching and started to move lower down her back. It was a bit too difficult to take her robe down any further so I simply massaged her lower back through her robe. My hands were now around her waist, my thumbs tracing large circles either side of her spine. The wine had started to affect me a little too because my mind wandered imagining that this is where my hands would be if I were fucking her from behind.

I tried to dismiss the though and worked my way back up her back. I started to feel a knot just under her right shoulder blade and began to work small circles around it, trying to knead it out. She gasped as I put more pressure on it but didn't stop me. It must've hurt a bit because she grasped my thigh with her free hand. I could feel her squeezing my leg in time with my massage. I could also feel her starting to pull me towards her little by little. I didn't resist. As I came to rest up against her back, I could feel her pressure release on my thigh as she gently rubbed up and down my leg.

I worked her shoulder with one hand and rested my other on her hip with my fingers probing nonchalantly around her the top of her thigh, not far from her pussy. I had detected the hint of panties as my hand rested there. From what I could discern, they must've been very small.

"Should we find some other place to do this more properly," I asked in a lowered tone close to her ear.

She must've been in a trance-like state because she suddenly released my thigh and turned her head towards mine. A satisfied smile adorned her face.

"Yeah, that's probably a good idea," she replied. She hopped off the stool and readjusted her robe to cover her shoulders. She grabbed her glass of wine and headed out of the kitchen. I grabbed the massage oil and followed her.

Their house was quite large. Ding's job obviously paid very well. There were essentially two wings of the house that were joined at the front where the open plan lounge, dining and kitchen were. The wing on the left housed the garage and laundry, followed by a separate playroom for the kids and then their bedrooms. On the left was the master bedroom with ensuite behind a personal recreation area/study, followed by a semi-detached guestroom at the back. Both wings and the living area opened out to the pool area between them all.

Del kept walking past the master bedroom and through the study. It seemed as if she was leading me to the guestroom – one that I was all too familiar with. I had woken with a hangover in this room on more occasions that I'd care to admit.

We passed through the enclosed walkway that attached the guestroom with the rest of the house. The smell of fragrant oils struck me as I entered the dimly lit room. The curtains were closed and I detected that the air-conditioning was pumping cool air into the room. A number of large candles were burning on the dressing table and side tables, and a large bath towel was spread across the bed. Del had obviously put a lot of thought into tonight, just maybe not in the same way I had.

She stopped at the foot of the bed and turned towards me. A single ringlet of hair had escaped her ponytail and framed her face.

"What do you think?" she asked, indicating the room.

"You've put a lot of thought into this," I replied, looking around the room.

We both stood there for a minute, not sure of how to proceed. 

"Where would you like to start?" she asked.

I took a sip of my wine and placed it near the candles on the dressing table. "You should probably lie down." I replied as I walked towards one of the side tables. I set the massage oil down and kicked off my shoes. 

She lay down on the bed with her robe still on, although it seemed as if she had undone the tie before doing so. The robe splayed out either side of her and she started to struggle getting her arms out. I climbed onto the bed next to her and helped her out of it. I got the impression that she wanted to keep it on to cover her ass. I pushed it down so that she was still covered, dragging the palm of my hand across her smooth naked back as I went. 

It was at that point that I remembered that although the massage oil was very high quality, it did have a tendency to stain some fabrics. I mentioned it to Del and suggested that maybe she wanted to use a towel to cover herself.

"I'm sure you've seen my ass before," she giggled. 

"Not in almost a week," I replied, feigning hurt feelings.

She giggled as she removed the robe completely and I nearly gasped. She was wearing the tiniest white G-string underwear I had ever seen. It was literally nothing but thin straps at the back that joined together with a small gold ring in the middle. The middle strap very quickly disappeared between her bare ass cheeks. I could only imagine how skimpy it would look from the front.

"I thought you went naked for your massages," I enquired, recalling an old conversation between the two of us. She had once mentioned, in a similarly inebriated state, that she usually went completely naked for massages. 

"That's for professional massages done by women, and they still cover up my butt."

I tried to play it off with a laugh.

"It'll get in the way, but I'll work around it. I could roll them down a bit when I get to that point, just as long as you don't mind if they get stained."

"You're not worried about your jeans getting stained?" She enquired as she wiggled her ass in the air in an attempt to get comfortable on the bed.

"These are just old jeans," I replied. "I don't really care what happens to them." I didn't think it was such a good idea to tell her that there were only my jeans separating her from my cock. At the same time I was thinking it was a shame that I hadn't worn underwear. It would've given me a great excuse to strip down.

I applied a generous stream of massage oil to her back and she gasped as the cool liquid hit her back. I began to massage the oil into her back with generous pressure feeling for any obvious knots. The initial intent was to relax her and have her become familiar with my touch. Nothing overtly sensuous; simply a therapeutic touch.

I played professional for quite a while, paying attention to her sore muscles and any knots that I found along the way. I noticed that she had quite a few of them along her back, which I knew were going to require a bit more work. In order to attack them more effectively, I was going to have to straddle her butt, and I commented to her similarly.

"Do what you need to do, sweetie," she replied.

I straddled her butt and started to work my hands in large circle across her lower back. I noticed as I leant forward to reach her shoulders that my t-shirt kept touching her back. I thought it would probably be distracting for Del so I decided to remove it. I don't think she even noticed. She was in a trance-like state, completely oblivious to anything other than her senses of touch and smell.

I threw my t-shirt to the side and continued to caress her soft, bare skin with my open palms, sensing every ripple and bump. I traced my hand along each side of her small frame barely millimetres from where her breasts swelled out along her sides. I kneaded her muscles using every technique I knew to help relax her. It seemed to be working. She seemed to have slipped into a daze

The aromas of the candles and the massage oil, along with the sensual contrast in temperature of the ambient temperature and Del's warm skin was starting to have an effect on me. Perhaps the wine and Del's state of undress has something to do with it too, but I had started to become quite aroused and there was no way that I could stop it. My cock had hardened down the leg of my jeans and was now precariously rubbing against Del's thigh.

This was certainly starting to cross a boundary. I knew that my hard-on was going to get in the way even more, and quite possibly get me busted, so I lifted it up and pointed it out the top of my jeans. If she turned and looked, she'd probably see it, but at least I wouldn't accidentally grind it into her ass.

As I worked lower along Del's hips, I noticed a subtle movement. She had begun to slowly, and almost imperceptibly, rotate her hips in the rhythm to the movement of my hands. This was definitely affecting both of us in a very dangerous way.

As I moved lower, I made an executive decision to lower her panties so they wouldn't run the risk of getting stained by the oil. I took hold of the sides and started to lower them a couple of inches, making sure that they didn't come completely off. There really wasn't much point in me doing it. Being string underwear they weren't really covering much to start with and there wasn't really much fabric to cover her up.

"You might as well take them off," she announced quite suddenly, breaking the silence that had fallen over us.

She raised her hips from the bed to assist my endeavours. With my thumbs already under the straps, I continued the movement down the length of her shapely legs, watching as the thin strip of fabric between her legs parted from her skin. In the low light it was difficult to make out anything distinct, but the knowledge that she was completely naked under my hands was satisfying in itself.

I resumed my position, albeit a little further south than previously. This had nothing to do with providing a more effective massage and everything to do with gaining a better viewpoint of her ass and pussy.

As I moved my hands along her lower back towards her shoulders, I noticed that the head of my cock still protruding from the top of my jeans had begun to rub against her butt. I shifted it slightly to allow more of it to poke out, and then resumed my actions. I leaned further over Del allowing the underside of the tip of my cock to rub against her ass crack and lower back. I continued to rub it along her oily skin, revelling in the sensations as it rubbed back and forwards in time with my massage strokes.

I could feel my inhibitions slipping away, replaced with my primal urges. As much as my logic wanted to impede my progress, the quantity of wine I'd consumed during the evening quashed any sense of rational thought.

It seemed as if it'd had the same effect on Del too. She turned her head slightly and looked back at me. Her eyes darted towards where my cock was protruding from the top of my pants. There was a slight look of lust in her eyes. She didn't flinch. Instead she reached back and stroked my leg dangerously close to my crotch and traced the inside seam back down my leg towards her.

"Sean, would you mind taking your jeans off for me? The seam keeps rubbing against my skin."

There was no way to conceal my hard-on, and it seemed as if she didn't mind. I hopped off her and stood next to the bed. She rolled onto her side to watch me, exposing her completely naked body to me in the process. I unbuttoned my jeans allowing my cock to spring free. Del just watched and gently caressed her side from under her breast, down her ribs and over her hips. I stepped out of my jeans and returned to the bed.




Delightful Del Pt. 05



As I straddled her thighs, just behind her ass, I noticed that she had spread her legs slightly. I was finally afforded a magnificent view of her bare pussy merely inches from my rock hard cock. I leaned forward again to massage her from her lower back to her shoulders in large generous sweeps. My cock rested directly against her skin running across her asshole to her lower back. Del began to moan more audibly with each stroke.

Every time I moved back to my start position, the head of my cock would rest just against her puckering asshole. I drizzled some more oil directly onto the head of my cock, drenching the area around it with the cool liquid. The oil ran down past the head of my cock towards her already wet pussy. She slipped her hand underneath and caught some of the oil and began to massage it gently into her pussy in slow, deliberate, circular motions. 

I started to move my cock up and down her ass pausing only briefly enough to allow the tips of her fingers to lightly caress the head of my cock. I rubbed my cock against her asshole, gently applying pressure to it. I drew back and pointed my cock down to her pussy and pushed it along its length towards her waiting hand. She stopped masturbating and allowed my cock to slide into her waiting hand, pressing the head of my cock firmly against her clitoris.

She moaned in pleasure.

"We really shouldn't be doing this Del," I whispered into her ear, struggling to control my urges. All my primal instincts wanted me to drive my cock into her well lubricated cunt until I unloaded into her. My sense of honour and decency was telling me that I'd already crossed a boundary from which there was no return.

She continued to stroke my cock with her lubricated hand. "I know," she replied. "Maybe if we don't actually have sex, it will be ok."

I wasn't sure if that was a question or a statement but it appealed to my primal instincts. It was a fairly shitty rationale but it was all I had to feed my conscience. I guess if I didn't actually put my cock into my best mate's wife, it'd be ok. It couldn't be considered cheating.

I continued to slowly thrust against her pussy and her slippery hand. She continued to softly massage my cock as it slipped through. I reached around to her front and massaged her breast paying particular attention to her erect nipple. She gasped as I squeezed it gently. 

I continued to thrust into her hand. My movements became more urgent as all reason and sensibility left my mind.

I pulled back a little further than usual and thrust back down again with vigour. My cock slipped effortlessly into her wet pussy.

She cried out in sheer ecstasy as my rock hard dick plunged into her unprotected cunt all the way to its hilt.

It was wrong. I didn't care. Her wet pussy wrapped around my cock was the single most incredibly satisfying event I had ever experienced. 

We were both beyond caring at that point. Our animalistic lust had overtaken us and we fucked furiously as almost a decade of pent up lust and sexual frustration coursed through our bodies. Again and again and again I assailed her pussy with my cock. I plunged into her with all the effort and vigour I could muster. 

I could feel myself building as the sensation of her pussy began sending that familiar tingling sensation along the entire underside of my cock, and then I started to erupt into her, unable to withdraw my cock. The cum shooting from my cock deep into her unprotected pussy set off her own shattering orgasm and she almost screamed in ecstasy. Her pussy pulsed hard on my cock as her orgasm wracked her body, one hand on her pussy and the other pulling me into her.

We both were breathing heavily. Sweat dripped from our bodies.

I raised myself off her body and my still hard cock slipped from her pussy. I looked down to see her hand continuing in slow circular movements across her pussy as small aftershocks of her climax spasmed through her body.

I lay down next to her and waited for my breathing to return to normal. We said nothing. Nothing needed to be said. We both wanted it badly. We'd just have to deal with the consequences later.

Del snuggled up next to me and kissed me passionately on the lips. She rested her head on my shoulder and fell asleep. 

I gently slipped a pillow under her head and extracted myself from her grasp. I pulled a blanket over her and then quietly dressed.

On the drive back to my place, I contemplated everything that happened. I felt a lot of guilt about what had happened. I had just fucked my best friend's wife. 

Underneath it all, however, I knew that I had to have her again.

To be continued...



Delightful Duet



My eyelids flutter uselessly behind the blindfold. But even without my sight, I know who is there. You are across from me, your silken black curls tangled over your perky breasts. Our hands are both tied well over our heads, taut, but not enough that we are straining. We smiled secretly at each other as the men tied us up. Belly to belly, breast to breast, we await their attention. As they circle us, each pocket in their cargo pants holding a new sensation, a different pain, and a deeper delight.

But the play between us will be as intense as anything they do to us. For with every touch they give us we will push together, a melding of our pain into the mutual pleasure of each other’s bodies. I feel your hardened nipples brush across my soft breasts, in tandem with your audible exhalation of breath. I wonder what was just done to you, but I do not wonder for long, because soon I feel the pinpricks rolling across my skin and dance under the neural-stimulation wheel myself. 

Our legs brush, which is inevitable the way we are tied together. We were so helpful in this process, making sure we were going to be brushing against each other with every movement, knowing that would only heighten the pleasure. Now I almost wonder what we got ourselves into. The pin pricks tickle down my legs and I try to dance away from it, but I am brought up short by soft silky rope and the slight weight of you. I am full up against you now; I feel every inch of your body, from the softness of your breasts to the tickle of your inky pubic hair, pressed up against my close-shaved mound. Our silken legs meld together. I revel in the light womanly scent of you and breath deeply of it. I regain my balance slowly, liking the feel of you against me. 

Afterward, as our bodies come apart, I feel a sharp sting against my nipples, and you echoing my soft squeal. The stinging flutters from breast to breast, sharp stings in a fan like shape. Our nipples become even tighter under their attention, blood-engorged rosebuds of sensation. We continue to make soft noises as the wheel continues to play over both of our bodies. Our breathing is becoming erratic, little sounds erupting without thought.

I wonder how I look to you. You asked to watch, rather than be blindfolded; now I envy you that demand, for I want to watch you. But the crowd surrounding us in the small loft frightened me, so I hid behind my blindfold. I can imagine what we look like to them though, my soft pale golden body, tied up so close to yours. Long tumbling auburn hair pulled into a messy knot so that they have free access to my back. Tied up so close to your black and white starkness. Your hair tickles across my chest again, because you just brushed your hair forward over your breasts, an inky cascade of impudence. 

The stinging goes away from my breasts, but I hear your sharp inhalation. The wheel has stopped as well, and I feel fingernails scratching in one long stroke from ankle all the way to my wrist; I moan and lean into the hand, making the scratch just that much harder. A low rumble, like a purr, emanates from my throat. It ends on a sharp inhale as I feel a zillion little stings between my thighs, tapping from side to side, rapidly raising a whip-fire blush on my tender skin. The fingernails raise another four stripes of pleasure up my other side. I writhe, brushing up against you until the sensation fades, and then I rock back on my feet to take the weight off of my wrists and the hands on their braces. I can almost feel them as they turn their attention to you.

I hear a faint whistle and tense in expectation. Your body collides suddenly with mine and I hear only your strangled whimper. Obviously that noise was not aimed at me. I hear the whistle and strike again and empathize with a soft murmur. You have turned to where your hipbone caresses my clitoris, I moan softly as you thrust against me again. I hear the sharp sound of the crop hitting your skin. I await its kiss with a shiver. Your gasp echoes in my ears as I push against you shamelessly.

I do not have long to wait for the crop wielder to turn his attention to me; soon I hear another whistle and feel the sharp stripe of pain on my buttocks. I thought they were still concentrating on you! Caught completely off guard, I thrust against your hipbone now with the impetus of the crop. A gasp surges past my lips as I am caught between the pleasure of you and the pain from behind. I hear two crops flying through the air and we surge together, merging into one. The whistles and stings continue as we sink into another place together. The sensations bring us together, into a well where the pain brings us only pleasure. I hear your breathing become soft and deep and struggle to match your composure, but I am drowning in the pleasure. A cry is torn from my lips with the next fiery strike.

The quiet whistling of the crops has ended, but other sensations take their place. I feel the insistent brushing of light floggers over my shoulder blades. I do not know if the two men are working in concert or separately, but I feel like the floggers are just brushing me, light kisses of pain traveling slightly up and down my back. One of the floggers fades away, and the one left becomes more heavily handled. Its movement shifts just enough to wrap round and sting my nipple. I gasp and try to turn so that it is no longer exposed, but the whip merely catches the nipple on the other side which is now unprotected. My breathing has become even shorter; every breath is now an audible gasp.

As I rub closer to you, I feel the sting of a whip wrapping around your slender frame as well. I can not hide both of my sensitive breasts, but I do try, shifting from side to side. You are trying the same tricks. As we brush our breasts back and forth, the heat of their fullness and hardened rosettes of our nipples caress each other. We shudder against each other, but I wonder if that is from the flailing whip or from the way we are rubbing each other with every movement.

Every inch of my back feels like it is on fire. It is so sensitive that when one of the men fans his breath across it, I shudder. I feel soft cotton pants and a silky shirt brush up against me; my heightened senses hear his shallow breathing and smell his cologne. Warm, slightly callused hands trace swirls on my back, curling over to let the fingernail leave a trail of sharper sensation. I feel his breath caress my neck, him whispering to his friend how I feel on fire. His friend responding that you are as well.

His hands slide down to caress the fullness of my buttocks as his mouth whispers over the delicate skin of my neck. His hair falls forward in a silken cascade as his teeth lightly graze my tender skin. You arch toward me, your hipbone again rubbing my clit. I cry out as his teeth catch my skin in a sharp grip. I start thrusting against you again. This time when I collide with you there is a new element. The hand of the male on your side is between your legs, fondling your labia and clit as I thrust against you. I push myself onto his hand, and he starts to caress me as well.

The male behind me nips me several more times as he draws sharp fingernails up over my whip kissed back. I cry out again, sheer pleasure ripping through me. Just as I teeter on the edge of fulfillment, I hear the high whistle and feel the sting of the crop again. I scream out, yanked back from the edge. I whimper then, leaning my head towards the warmth of you, in front of me, looking for solace. I do not have long to wait. Your soft feminine lips seek mine. I kiss you back with another whimper as the crop burns another path across my flesh, and I feel the breeze of a heavy flogger and realize that it is being used on your slender back. Our mouths open, clever tongues twisting around each other, as we both moan under the newest onslaught. 

I wish so much that I could caress you, but I know it is quite impossible right now, so I put all of my passion for you into my kiss. Sucking softly on your full bottom lip and raining kisses towards your ears. I gently suck on your earlobe, nipping at it. My body rocks between you and the dance of the heavier flogger that has replaced the crop. The men have set up a dedicated rhythm that drives us together at the same moment, our lips and bodies crush together every few seconds. Our moans and cries have a slightly desperate edge to them as we rush towards our release — and then the pain stops. 

We are so surprised we stop our oral embrace. We stand together, breast to breast, belly to belly, waiting. I feel again a male caress across my back. It slides appreciatively over my reddened body, gently pinching one of the more pronounced crop marks. I wiggle slightly, wondering what the next onslaught will be. I feel again the hand between us, massaging your clit. I wish it was my hand, or better yet, my tongue. The hand caressing my back slips around my body and down to the wetness between my legs.

Caressing me slowly, I imagine that it is your tongue and hands moving between my thighs. I am so lost in the moment that I do not realize that he has loosened the ropes holding up our hands. I feel both of us being urged onto our knees on the soft carpeting below our feet. Our hands are still tied together, which makes it rather hard for us to remain balanced, so they separate our hands, looping my tied hands over your neck, and then yours over my neck. We are then slowly urged backwards until, in order not to topple, we must lean on each other a little. My lips again seek yours. I nibble and suck on your bottom lip lightly, a murmur of pleasure rumbling in my throat as you do the same. 

I feel masculine hands again caressing my wetness, sliding slowly into my sheath. I thrust backwards slightly, realizing that you are doing the same. I immediately imagine that it is my hand thrusting into your wetness, seeking out your hard little pleasure pearl. My imagination turns the hand rubbing me into yours. When my hips are grasped firmly as a cock thrusts into me, it is not his, but yours. It is you that are filling me, as your lips caress my own and your tongue twines around mine. 

The thought of thrusting into you fills me, and I writhe under the thrusting of the male behind me. He does not know he does not really exist for me, that for me, now, it is you in front of me, you behind me. Your scent surrounds me, just as I imagine you entering me from all directions. It is you I feel: your tongue in my mouth, your hands on my breasts now, and you, thrusting repeatedly into my waiting wetness.

With these thoughts I careen toward my fulfillment, screaming out your name again and again as the men disappear from my reality to leave only you. In my arms, in my mouth, in my body, holding my breasts. Just as I am for you; in your mouth, thrusting into you, pinching your nipples. You are screaming out my name too. We come together, screaming each other’s names, as the men fill us with their fluids.