0 comments/ 49736 views/ 1 favorites Linda's Half Term Holiday By: uklil Author's note: Based on real life, but embellished just a bit to make it more readable. Summer 1989. Tuesday. Kevin gratefully switched off the engine of his overheated and strained Mini of 1971 vintage; crammed full of their camping gear, with scarcely a square inch of space for two long legged teenagers to move during their five hour journey to Cornwall, not to say Tony's surfboard on top, he had pushed it to the limit to make the campsite before darkness fell. He and Tony extricated themselves and stretched long and hard to give some luxurious relief to their cramped muscles. At least it was not raining, and they could get their tent pitched and the car partly unloaded before they subsided into the sleep of the truly tired. The campsite owner directed them to the camping area – past the chalets and caravans that had the best sites near the golden sands that still held quite a number of holidaymakers making the most of the fast setting sun – where they pitched as close as they could to the path down to the beach. Not many camping, noted Kevin, but the nearby caravans looked fairly fully occupied, so there might be some opportunity for taking a few surreptitious peeks at girls in bikinis – one of his favourite pastimes, even though his experience until the present had been limited to that – surreptitious peeking. After they had got the tent in some semblance of order – at least by the standards of two normal 18 year olds – they opened a couple of beers, sadly overwarm after the car journey and contemplated the prospect of four days swimming, surfing, boozing and anything else which might turn up. Although Tony and Kevin were as different as chalk and cheese they had become good mates. Tony was tall, just over 6 feet, with a well toned athlete's body; he trained regularly, played most sports and was an all round athlete. He sported a head of jet black hair and liquid brown eyes which made every girl who knew him want to drown in them. Kevin was almost as tall, but very slim – skinny was probably a more accurate description – with indeterminate coloured hair and eyes – and wore glasses which seemed to spend most of the time slipping down his nose and having to be pushed up. He had a prominent Adam's apple, and when he ran his arms and legs seemed to lack any co-ordination. His only claim to sporting prowess was that he bowled a good line at the 10 pin bowling alley. His important attribute was that, unlike Tony, he had passed his driving test first time and with the help of a small legacy from his grandma had been able to acquire the somewhat battered Mini that had got them down here for part of their last half term holiday before their final exams and the end of school life. He had spent many hours fantasising about the use to which he would be able to put the car, particularly the back seat, but so far no girl had looked beyond Kevin's somewhat ordinary physical appearance and the patches and rattles of the car which did not inspire confidence that it would arrive at any given destination. Indeed, that was the one thing Kevin really lacked – confidence – and that was not helped by having Tony as a mate. Kevin knew that if they were lucky enough to find some attractive girls who might be good propects it would be Tony who would score. Tony only had to look at a girl and she melted - and Kevin simply did not exist for them at such a moment. The only plus factor was that he could indulge in his favourite occupation – "peeking". More than once he had, while pretending to be asleep, or absorbed in a book, or from a distance, watched as one or another of Tony's admirers had pressed themselves against him and raised no objection as Tony ran his hands over their pert bottoms – and if it was a good day their boobs as well. There had been that occasion behind the school bicycle shed last week when he had kept a watch out for intruders while Tony and Sharon from the parallel class had engaged in a long petting session, which included Tony's hand inside her knickers, and hers undoing his zip and having a good feel of his equipment. Kevin had managed to get a good view of their antics while keeping watch, but the groping was the limit of their actions. If Tony was to be believed, there had been more than one occasion when more than groping had occurred, but the details were always so vague that Kevin was not convinced that Tony had ever gone "all the way", nor that his descriptions of some of the things done by the girls were wholly accurate. As he drifted off to sleep with his hand gently stroking his cock as he imagined Sharon's hand inside his flies he contemplated a few days of rewarding voyeurism. Wednesday. The late afternoon sun, from a cloudless sky, gave the beach a warm glow. Linda lay on the sun lounger with her legs stretched out beyond the shade given by the sunshade, to get the maximum tanning time so that she could dispense with tights when she returned from her short half term break. She had given her top half a good roasting over the past two days, and needed to be careful not to overdo it – her boobs, not so used to the exposure, were quite pink, and she did not want to have them too tender to be touched. Not that there seemed to be much danger of that: in the three days since she had checked in on Sunday she had seen no talent that appealed to her. It had seemed a good idea at the time – a last minute, cheap, six night break in the sunshine for the half term, away from all the hassle of noisy students and preparation for the A levels in June. And away from the emotional upheaval of having to see Rob every day. It had been just over three months since she had walked in on him unexpectedly in the middle of a blow job – she wouldn't normally have taken exception, but it was the fact that he had been giving it to one of her pupils that threw her. In the eighteen months of their relationship, a very satisfying one sexually, she had never had the slightest clue that he swung both ways. They had always agreed to be open about relationships, and not to regard the other as their exclusive sexual possession, but Rob had been unable to accept that she could not take the idea of that. And she had been getting frustrated in other ways – the sex had been good but Rob had been on a different mental plane and they had little else in common, so she had moved out. The only problem was that they both taught at the same school, and although it was a large one their paths had to cross, so almost every day the memories were kept active. She had thought –hoped even – that she might have the chance of a holiday fling which might help to give her some release, but being in a small caravan, self catering, set well away from the main hotel complex had restricted her options. The only men who had been eyeing her up and down had either been twice her age – 29 – or kept under close watch by their other half . There had been that gorgeous hunk with his sultry looking wife or girl friend who would have been worth a try, but the message had been loud and clear from them both, and she did not feel up to a threesome right now – not that she objected in principle, and she had had more than one very satisfying such encounter in the past. So here she was, with two days and three nights left, nicely suntanned, a bit more relaxed, but feeling vaguely dissatisfied and – she had to admit – missing some sexual relief. As she looked down at her toes and debated whether or not to go down for one last dip in the warm sea, she noticed two young men – boys might have been a better description – ambling along the beach. Tony and Kevin had had a good day. There had been enough swell to give Tony a chance to get out on the surf board and display his skills, although there were others doing the same, so he did not have a monopoly on the small groups of admiring girls who were drawn as by a magnet to watch the hunks who were riding the waves. They had sussed out the caravans in the immediate vicinity of their pitch – mostly families with young kids or middle aged couples on their own, but there were two or three vans with teenage members. They had passed one with a very glum looking girl telling her kid brother how bored she was, and why did Mum and Dad make her come – but she had spotted Tony, and suddenly started smiling, and had sat up very straight which pushed out a chest with quite passable boobs. But as is the habit of the female of the species, she had pretended not actually to see Tony, and it had been out of the corner of his eye that Kevin had seen her eyes moving along with them. "Not bad tits," he opined. "Mmm – bit young for me, probably still only 15 or 16," replied Tony. "Plenty of time yet. We've only been out of bed an hour." And so the morning had gone on; every time a good looking girl came into view, Tony found some reason to be dismissive. Kevin envied him his attitude – he would have been happy to link up with any of them. They chatted with a group of four girls, three of whom ostentatiously admired the surf board, and giggled at Tony's less than modest comments about his surfing abilities. The fourth – not a bad looker - had hung back saying nothing, but had given Kevin a quiet, almost shy, smile. When Tony had taken several succesful runs in on the surf he offered the board to Kevin while he started chatting up a rather tasty brunette in a brief bikini. But Kevin knew his limitations, and just went in for a swim – that he could do without looking a fool. As the day wore on, and the afternoon tide receded, the boys abandoned the surfing and wandered along to the beach bars for some beers and eats – and more talent spotting plus some time on the suntans. Not that Tony needed much, with his naturally olive skin. Kevin took more care as he had a tendency to go pink very quickly, so kept his shirt and baseball cap on much of the time. He consoled himself with the thought that the shirt hid his skinny frame rather well. Eventually they set off back to their pitch, to smarten up for the disco in the hotel in the evening, and as they walked the beach was gradually emptying of the families of the day. And so it was that as they drew near to the western edge of the caravan site Kevin's practised eye spotted a rather eyecatching pair of legs in the evening sun. Beyond them, but shaded by the umbrella, was what looked like an equally eyecatching body topped by a face which, even part hidden by sunglasses, looked rather interesting. And not only was she definitely more than 16, she was on her own and clearly looking at them. At the same moment Tony had become aware of her, and he moved out of his rather lazy slouching gait and put his shoulders back to emphasise his chest. Kevin noticed the woman push her sunglasses down a little as he did so. As they drew level with her, Tony smiled and "Hi," he said. She smiled. "Hi back. Had a good day?" (Kevin would have lost the power of speech at this moment, but Tony was a different animal). "Pretty good. You?" He stopped to await the answer. "OK; pretty lazy, but that's what a beach holiday should be. You been here long – I haven't seen you about?" "Nah – checked in late yesterday. Been surfboarding, swimming and hanging out." Kevin was aware of two very clear grey/blue eyes over the top of the sunglasses, clearly very thoroughly appraising Tony. He did not think she had even noticed him. She had not moved up from her position on the sunbed, but he could see a very shapely figure – trim but not too trim – enclosed, just, in a white and blue bikini. Difficult to guess her age. 25? At least, perhaps 30. Not flashy or pushy, but conveying an air of what Kevin could only classify as authority – but that wasn't quite the right word. As he tried to think of the word he wanted she put a leg each side of the lounger and sat up, removing her sunglasses but keeping her eyes on Tony. "Surfboarding? I've never tried that. Is it difficult?" "Not really. You just gotta get the hang of it. I'd show you now, but the tide'swrong." "Well, never mind. I'll get round to it one day." "We're here tomorrow if you want a try." She politely tried to assure him that she did not want to interfere with their plans etc., but after a few exchanges (by this time Tony's hormones were moving into overdrive as he was able to appraise this really quite stunning older woman) they had agreed to meet the following morning. As they left Tony did a couple of cartwheels and a somersault – perfectly of course. Kevin wasn't sure whether it was just exuberance, or Tony showing off and trying to impress. He didn't look back. "Get that!" said Tony as they walked back to their tent. "Did you see those legs? And how about those tits? I wouldn't mind getting hold of those." Kevin grunted: he had a feeling he was in for a rather boring day on the morrow. He would be very much the spare part. * * * * * * * * * * * If there is any interest shown I will post Ch.02 when I can make the time to finish it. Linda's Half Term Holiday Ch. 02 Thursday Kevin and Tony groaned in unison when they looked out of their tent. Heavy clouds and steady drizzle made the prospect of a day outside unappealing, and there was little prospect of seeing Linda in that form hugging bikini, let alone get her surfing. They had not said much as they had turned in after an evening's boozing at the hotel bar, but each had brought himself to a satisfying climax in his sleeping bag as he jerked off with a picture of her in his mind. Neither was willing to admit out loud that while he hoped that something - anything - might develop the next day, it might just be unattainable - the sort of thing you read about in Playboy or Penthouse, and convinced yourself that the writer was making it up. Kevin had ignored all his past fantasies as he just remembered those eyes looking at him, as though she knew that he had never, well, actually, you know . . . . even touched a girl. Tony had climaxed imagining how she would succumb to his manly charms, but in the reality of his post-orgasmic emissions he had to admit that gropes behind the bike sheds with equally inexperienced girls did not match up to what a mature woman mjght expect. By mid morning the drizzle had stopped, although the clouds remained and the prospects were not bright. Tony took up his surfboard and started for the beach, and Kevin dutifully followed. They met up with the same gaggle of girls they had met the day before, and with the same giggling results from three of them, while the fourth just watched without speaking. Kevin was too self-conscious to speak to her and she just smiled at him. When they had walked along to the spot where Linda had been they were disappointed to see no sign of her, but Tony walked on down to the water's edge and started out with his board. Kevin sat and watched him riding the waves, and had to admit it - he was good, and looked superb. Briefly the sun shone through and the day seemed brighter. He resisted the temptation to look round and see if she was in sight, but occasionally got up and stretched his legs, to have the excuse to look without making it obvious that that was what he was doing. After about an hour he thought about going for a drink at the hotel bar, just to relieve the boredom and stop himself feeling so deflated. Linda had had a good night. She had wandered back to her caravan, mind working overtime thinking about the two boys; she had lain in bed imagining what Tony might might be like and how she might get a sample. If all that she had learnt during her time teaching horny sixth formers meant anything they were both pretty inexperienced, maybe still virgins, and the thought of two cherries waiting to be picked had got her quite wet. She had slipped her hand onto her clit and indulged herself for ages, bringing herself almost to orgasm and then stopping so that she could prolong the pleasure, all the time letting her favourite scenes go before her closed eyes. When she did come it was while she was remembering last year's end of term staff party. She had still been going well with Rob then and had behaved herself - a little mild flirting, even a little groping, but they had both been quite possessive, and were conscious that the other was not far away. But the new history teacher, only 24 and with come to bed eyes and a figure to match, had had no such inhibitions and had made a play for Mr Lomax the chemistry master. He was over 40, known to be ruled at home by the "dragon" as he called her and more than willing to succumb to the wiles of an attractive girl nearly 20 years younger. Linda pushed a finger inside her wet pussy as she remembered watching Rachel walk up behind Mr Lomax while he was pouring himself a beer and press herself against him, one hand squeezing his butt and the other reaching round his waist and pulling him back hard. She'd had to laugh - he'd jumped and spilt his beer, and when he looked round to see who was attacking him he had looked as though all his birthdays had come at once. For the rest of the evening - well the next 15 minutes until they left the room - he just let her rub her hands all over him while he groped her backside and slipped his hand up under her loose blouse. When she pressed up against him Linda could see her pull down his zip and start feeling inside, and it was then that he had come to his senses. Realising they were in the middle of a crowd of fellow teachers he had stopped her, but within a few moments they had - separately - left the room. Linda had detached herself from the groping hands of Mr Graham the geography teacher and followed. From a distance she had seen them disappear into the changing rooms by the gym. She had not been able to see what they were doing when she reached the window, but the sounds had been so erotic as she listened to, first, Rachel clearly deepthroating Mr Lomax as he had probably never been before, and secondly by his long drawn out cries of "Omigod! Oh fuck! Bloodyhellimcumming! Whaddareudoinnnnngaargh!" and the related sounds and inane noises that only a man who has lost all control of his senses can utter. Followed by a silence broken only by the gentle sound of lips being licked and then Rachel's "Mmmmm. That was yummy. Now it's my turn." There had been more, but it was that memory which had triggered Linda's own self-induced orgasm last night, and she had drifted into a deep contented sleep. When she woke to the sound of rain on the roof she had snuggled back down, and Tony was into his third ride on his board before she finally awoke. When she saw the time she reluctantly forced herself out of her warm cocoon: it might be cloudy, even drizzling, but there were two young men who would be there for the taking. She slipped on a one piece swimsuit, and threw on a T shirt and shorts, grabbed her beach bag and went. Who knew - with luck it might rain even more, and they would have to stay indoors, but when she reached the beach, the clouds had thinned, and a weak sun shone down on the sight of Tony riding his board in skilfully and Kevin's slight and round shouldered frame standing with his back to her looking thoroughly jaded. On impulse she crept up behind him and squeezed his butt; he yelped and jumped, spinning round ready to make an angry response, but when he saw her grinning face and those piercing grey blue eyes smiling at him he just subsided into an embarrassed incoherence, briefly losing the power of speech. "H-h-hello," he stammered, unable to tear his gaze away from those eyes. "I don't bite," she countered, "just squeeze butts that look squeezable." Kevin blushed, and Linda changed the subject. "Tony's in good form." "He always is." Kevin's response sounded somewhat rueful. "I don't think I shall try anything on the board today," she said. "I like to have plenty of sun for doing something like that." Tony came up the beach as she said that, and was clearly disappointed that he would not be teaching this luscious lady to ride the board, but she gave him her full attention and the total treatment with those eyes as she quizzed him about the techniques and intricacies of boarding. Tony was more than willing to demonstrate his prowess and go out and come boarding in several times to demonstrate. While he was doing that she shed her T shirt and shorts and, with Kevin tagging along, went into and jumped over the waves and generally splashed and fooled about with him - but making sure that Tony knew she was watching him as well. The one piece did nothing to hide her trim figure. She was quite short - 5 foot 3 or 4inches, but with a glorious bum and tits that cried out for being stroked - and more. The water was not cold, but sharp enough to make her nipples harden delightfully, and when she was totally wet the view was deliciously enticing. Kevin was glad that, unlike Tony, he had worn his baggy trunks rather than his speedo. They might not do much for his appearance, but did at least help to mask the raging erection that seemed harder than anything he could remember. After an hour of this Linda had had enough and went out to get dry - and asked Kevin to come and help. After she had towelled herself thoroughly with the large towel she asked him to hold it round her while she removed her swimsuit and changed. It might have been -probably was,thought Kevin - accidental, but in the process he got clear views of her boobs and their still erect nipples, and even, as she pulled up her tiny briefs, a glimpse of a neatly trimmed darker patch lower down. He caught her observing him with an amused look, and felt sure she knew he had been peeking. When she was done and dry she insisted on towelling him down and returning the favour while he inelegantly struggled into his dry underpants and shorts but he was so conscious of his hard on that he kept his back to her, and the only glimpse she got was of his butt - she resisted the temptation to squeeze it again.Once Tony had done his final run the performance was repeated for him, and for all his bravado and boastings he seemed as embarrassed as Kevin and behaved in the same way. Linda contented herself with letting her hands "accidentally" brush against him as she held the towel. The clouds had thickened again, totally obscuring the sun, and there was the feel of more rain to come. "Why don't you guys come back and have a bite to eat?" They looked at each other, but there was no real hesitation. "If you're sure...." Without much discussion it was agreed that Tony would go back to the tent and bring a couple of six packs, Kevin would go to the site shop and get some steaks, and Linda would see them back at her caravan. Two hours and several empty beer cans later, Tony and Kevin sat on one side of the narrow table, replete and well tanked. Linda sat opposite on the couch which converted each night to her bed, equally replete but having been slightly less liberal with her drink. Her dark hair framed her tanned face and her eyes were gazing steadily and knowingly at each of them in turn. The beers had loosened tongues, and she had cleverly got each of them talking enough to confirm her first impressions of two very normal eighteen year olds who were a lot less worldly than they believed themselves - and would like her to believe them - to be. Outside, the rain had passed but no-one showed any sign of moving. Her legs had throughout the meal been in contact with theirs and she knew that they stayed sitting down because getting up would show that they were both very hard. She had no doubt they were both highly aroused, and she was very conscious that her brief panties were very damp. She ran her bare toes up first Tony's and then Kevin's legs; they both twitched noticeably. She only had her T shirt over her boobs, and her nipples still showed prominently. Tony had been unable to take his eyes off them. Kevin had tried not to stare too obviously, but had failed and had blushed and looked away every time her eyes caught his. "We could play strip poker," - they glanced almost furtively at each other - "but as we've only got five items on between us it hardly seems worthwhile. And anyway, I don't have any cards. You're both topless, so I guess I'd better join you." And with that she slipped off the T shirt. "Put your eyes back in," she laughed as they both stared fixedly at two delectable boobs with only the slightest hint of sag, tipped with two very pink and prominent nipples. Again she gazed at them in turn, with just a hint of a smile at the corners of her mouth. "Who's first?" They stared, first at her, then at each other, then back at her, seemingly bereft of the power of speech. Eventually Kevin croaked "you're the oldest, you first." Tony looked as though he was going to argue, but at that moment Linda's foot arrived at the top of his legs and started rubbing his very erect cock and any pretence at resistance crumbled. He got up and went round the table, his speedo unable to hold him in completely, dropped down beside her and hesitatingly, still not quite able to grasp the reality in front of him, put out a hand towards her boobs. Linda lifted her bottom and in one quick motion pushed her shorts and panties down and kicked them off. Kevin's view was obscured by the table, but Tony stared unbelievingly at the sight presented by her parted legs - the neat dark bush and the pink lips below. She moved her left boob into his hand, raised her mouth to his, and as their lips met dropped her left hand to his crotch. After a brief grope she worked her hand down inside the waistband of his shorts, and as she grasped his cock he groaned audibly into her mouth. His tongue pushed hard against hers and she fell back onto the couch. Her hands came round and started pushing his speedo down. His took firm hold of her boobs.By this time Kevin could only see Tony's back and bum, still with Linda's hands grasping it. Tony was grunting and panting heavily, and he was humping and jerking against her. Suddenly her legs appeared up around him and he pushed hard and started groaning. Kevin took a moment or so to realise that Tony was actually doing it, and for perhaps a minute (time seemed to stand still) he was just aware of heavy breathing, grunts and groans from Tony and just an occasional intake of breath from Linda. He still could not see her face. And then Tony's head lifted; his face was very red, almost purple, and was contorted as though in agony. His eyes were closed until suddenly he went absolutely still, his eyes opened wide and he gave a strangled sob, followed by a gasp, and subsided on top of her. There was a silence and briefly a complete stillness, until Linda started pushing him up and he seemed to come back to reality. He pushed himself up and back from her, looked down at her and said "Bloody hell!" and stood up. Pulling up his speedo he walked, as though in a daze, and went outside without another word. Kevin sat there, not sure what to do. Should he see if Tony was all right? Should he say something? Was Linda all right? As he pondered, she raised herself and looked at him across the table. "Coming?" was all she said. He got up and walked round the table. She lay there with one arm behind her head, the other hand between her raised legs with a tissue. "Your turn," smiling that gentle smile at him. He realised that he no longer felt scared or nervous, and pulled down his trunks and took them right off. He knelt between her legs and saw her eyes drop down to look at his erection. She dropped the tissue on the floor and reached for him, now smiling up at him. "Hello big boy," she said, and he wasn't sure which part of him she was addressing. He lowered himself over her, and it seemed the most natural thing in the world to support himself on his elbows while she continued to hold him gently, rubbing her thumb over his circumcised helmet. Never had he imagined there could be such an intense sensation, and without warning his cock took over, shooting jets of milky white liquid as far as her boobs before subsiding to uncontrollable little spurts over her stomach. He reddened and started to apologise, but she put a finger to his lips and shushed him. With her free hand she massaged his offerings into her skin, never letting her eyes leave his, and smiling that gentle and enticing smile. "That was lovely. Now we can enjoy." She put both arms up and pulled him down to her, and as their lips met he felt both her tongue pushing gently through to his and an immediate resurgence of his penis. So soon! She lay still as they kissed, but as she started to feel the renewed pressure from below she wriggled her hips so that she was straight in front of him and moved one hand down to his bum, pulling him to her. As the head of his cock broached her lower lips his eyes opened wide - if the feel of a woman's hand on it for the first time had been sensation packed, this was exquisite ecstasy! Like a warm velvet glove she enveloped him and drew him in. And in. And in. Until he felt as though she would absorb him totally. Indeed, so much was his whole consciousness concentrated in those six or seven inches that he felt just that - totally absorbed. So absorbed that he was unaware that he was staring down at her, eyes and mouth wide open, and oblivious to anything else. Her smile broadened and her eyes sparkled and she pulled him down to her again. Still on his elbows he put his hands to her head and just held her, feeling her soft hair. A degree of consciousness of what was happening returned, and he closed his mouth, smiling back at her. He flexed himself inside her and saw her eyes widen, so he did it again, three or four times, and felt response in the movement of her hips. Experimentally, he pulled back a little and then pushed in. And repeated, but this time pulling out a little further before pushing in harder.When on the third occasion he pulled almost right out her hands grabbed his bum and pulled him hard back. "Don't you dare come out!" An order, but almost pleading. He grinned. She grinned back and they moved comfortably against each other. He started to feel himself being taken over again and his thrusting became more urgent. He forced himself, with difficulty, to slow down, and just pushed himself inside as far as he could, and stayed there, merely flexing himself as he had done before, and feeling her moving herself against him. . She had closed her eyes, seeming content to soak up the mutual pleasure, but they suddenly jerked open and a red flush spread up her face. She stared up at him, mouth open, shaking her head from side to side, as though not believing something she had seen. Her nails dug into him and her legs clamped tight around him. Her eyes closed very tight and she went rigid against him, burying her face against his chest and making funny whimpering noises. Momentarily he thought that maybe she was having a fit, but after a while the grip of her arms and legs relaxed and her head fell back on the couch. She stared at him, shaking her head again before pulling his head down and kissing him tenderly with closed lips. He was still inside her, and as she relaxed he started a gentle movement again. Her grin returned as she responded, and once again his cock took over and the thrusting intensified, but this time she responded more vigourously. Now it was his eyes that widened as a volcanic eruption of sperm came from deep inside him, repeating until he felt totally emptied. He subsided onto her and she held him without speaking. When he regained the power of speech he could only echo Tony's "Bloody hell!" but unlike Tony he stayed where he was. "Was that really your first time?" He nodded. "Truly?" Another nod. "In which case I have to agree with you." He looked enquiringly at her. "Bloody hell!" she said. He hesitated, but then plucked up his courage to ask, "Did you, you know?" "Climax?" A nod. She threw back her head and laughed delightedly. "That, Kevin, was one of the best orgasms I have ever, and I mean ever, had. And you did it." He slid off her, propped himself up on one elbow, and looked down at her, running his free hand first over her stomach, and then down. She put a hand up to stop him. "Don't - I can't take any more at the moment." He stroked her breasts instead. "Why. . . . , I mean why did you . . . . " He couldn't seem to get his question out, but she helped him. "You mean why did a teacher like me pick on you two?" Another nod. "Can't you imagine the effect it has on someone like me to be surrounded every day by dozens of hunky 18 year olds, packed full of testosterone, with their gorgeous bums in tight running shorts, barely hiding their lunchboxes and shooting looks which make it clear what they'd like to do to me and the other female teachers? And seeing them groping their girlfriends, and not being able - not allowed - to touch them or give in to my natural urges? Coming away like this, where nobody knows me, gives me some freedom to indulge. Women are no different in may ways from men - they get horny and they want uncomplicated sex, without strings. Simple as that." Linda's Half Term Holiday Ch. 03 Friday Linda awoke after a deep and satisfying sleep. As her father had once said to her: "The one thing better than the sleep of the just is the sleep of the just after." She and Kevin had, after their initial tremendous orgasms, enjoyed a lengthy session of straightforward missionary position sex. She had judged that on his first time with an experienced woman it was better not to try too much, and just to let him feel in control, although she would have loved to have taken his truly ideally sized penis into her mouth and give him the delight of experiencing the thrill of a woman swallowing. But that would have taken something away from the obviously mind blowing climax he had achieved inside her. There might be another time, and she knew that he would be a quick developer in the arts of lovemaking. So after he had left to find Tony she had languorously showered and bedded, and sleep had quickly overtaken. She had had to tell a disappointed Kevin that there could not be repeat the next day, as she had a trip planned for her last day, and she would be off early on the Saturday. Nor had she been willing to let him have her address or telephone number. This was a holiday fling, and would best be remembered as that. He had accepted with good grace, assuring her that he would never forget her - and that would almost certainly be true, for very few men do forget their first time, and that would be especially so when Kevin's had been so very memorable. Nor would she forget it in a hurry. She had experienced not a few sexual partners, but she would remember that one for a very long time. Just a shame that Tony had been quite so immature; he had a lovely body and could be a superb sex partner, but like so many young handsome physical specimens he was as yet too engrossed in himself to spend much time thinking of a woman's needs and desires. She set off for her trip - visiting a couple of Cornwall's spectacular gardens - and lost herself in the scenic surroundings. As she drove back at the end of a relaxing day she was tempted to divert to the camping area and have an evening with the lads, but thought better of it and instead to spoil herself on her last night by splashing out on a proper meal at the hotel restaurant. It was only four or five hundred yards along the beach path and she could walk there. She dressed smartly but not ostentatiously - she was only going for a meal, not clubbing - in a white blouse, which showed off her tan to perfection, and a loose flowing navy skirt which sat nicely on her trim hips. She contemplated leaving off her bra, but decided against, in case it sent out the wrong message to any wandering eyes at the hotel. The restaurant was not too crowded, as it was still early and the evening was bright and sunny and holidaymakers were making the most of the late evening midsummer sun, and she took her time to spoil herself with three courses, washed down with over half a bottle of red wine. She took the remnants of the wine with her to the lounge, planning to finish it off with her coffee. The lounge was busier than the restaurant and she had only just settled into the comfortable chair when a smartly dressed silver haired man took the chair on the other side of the wide low coffee table on which she had placed her wine. Mid 50's, she thought, maybe 60, but looking trim and fit, and well tanned. Medium height, blazer with light slacks, all set off by a shirt of a delicate blue with a matching tie. He nodded to her with a "Good evening" and a polite inclination of his head before he sat down and opened his newspaper. She noticed that his eyes were a very deep and definite blue. Perhaps that was why he wore the blue shirt? His coffee arrived almost immediately after hers and they found themselves both leaning forward to pour at the same time. Linda noticed him looking at the bottle of wine; knowing that she was unlikely to finish it all she gestured that he was welcome to some. He smiled his thanks but declined. " I hope you won't think me being forward or pretentious," he said, "but I would not recommend having that with your coffee. The wine would diminish the coffee, and the coffee would kill the taste of the wine." She acknowledged that she was a complete ignoramous where wine was concerned, noticing as he picked up his coffee that his hands were beautifully clean and manicured, and clearly well cared for, and said she was happy to take his advice. "I planned to have a brandy as a nightcap - may I offer you one?" Not "Will you join me?", which always carried that slight undertone of trying to move in on one. She felt no sense of threat from him and accepted with a smile. He flagged a waiter to order - two doubles. "Might as well make the most of it," he said, seeing her frown. " This is my last night, and I suspect that you're doing the same as me by treating yourself on your last night. And I know you're not driving because I saw you arrive as I came down for dinner, so no problem there." Linda smiled inwardly. A man who did not miss much; she would have to choose any words carefully. With the ice broken they chatted about everything in general and nothing in particular. The weather. The hotel. The scenery. The crowds. The state of the roads. And so on. Then he teased out of her that she was a teacher, and when he learnt that her subject was English the floodgates opened. It quickly became apparent that he was widely read and with a great love of the language and for the next hour and more the conversation flowed effortlessly. Only when it became apparent that they were the last ones in the lounge, and that the staff wanted to clear up, did they pause. He looked at his watch and she at hers: nearly 11 pm. "I am so sorry," he said. "You have to get back to your caravan, but I only have to go upstairs. By the way my name's Bruce - over two hours' talking together and I haven't introduced myself. I do apologise." "I'm Linda," she responded, "and no apology is needed. This has been the most mentally stimulating couple of hours I've had in a long time, and I wish we could have kept going." He looked steadily at her, as though trying to sum her up. "We could continue while I walk you back if you wish. Or," and he hesitated, "we could grab a couple more brandies and adjourn to my room. But," he added hastily, "I do understand if you would prefer not." All tiredness and thoughts of sleep had fallen away from Linda during the stimulating conversation they had enjoyed. She hesitated only briefly. "Thank you - I would like that - but just a single this time." He visibly relaxed, and ten minutes later, clasping the brandies he led the way upstairs (a well bred gent, she thought, who knows that it is good manners to go before a lady up the stairs so that you are not directly looking at her bottom). His room was comfortably large - a double - but not spacious, with only one comfortable chair to which he directed her, sitting himself on the edge of the bed after taking off his blazer and carefully hanging it away on a coat hanger. She noticed a framed picture on the bedside table, of an attractive woman of about her own age, or maybe a year or two older in her early thirties, with a young toddler in her arms. He noticed her gaze. "My daughter and grandson. That's an old picture - he's five now. They live in Australia, so I don't see them very often." There was a wistful sadness in his voice and his expression. Linda stayed silent, looking at him. "My wife died three years ago - cancer - and that picture was taken on Bryony's last visit here, only a month before she died; at least she was able to see her only grandchild before she went." He was silent for a few moments, then seemed to pull himself back from memories that had sprung unbidden to his mind. They chatted as they sipped their brandies, but now the conversation was more personal, rather than the detailed discussion of English literature that had flowed so freely in the coffee lounge. She learnt that he had met his wife shortly after qualifying as a doctor. She was an anaesthetist, and had supported and encouraged him to go on and become a surgeon specialising in diseases and conditions of the heart and they had had thirty two very happy years together, Bryony being their only child. He did not volunteer information as to why they had only the one and Linda did not ask. She had been diagnosed with the cancer only three months before he was due to retire, and it had been very quick; she had died within six months. So all the plans they had been making for the time they would have had come to naught. He had made a couple of trips to Oz to see Bryony and her husband, and of course his grandson, and Bryony wanted him to move out there to live. "But Australia's not for me; I'll visit often, I can afford it, but home is where the heart is. And that's here in old England. I enjoy the chance to visit all those places that I never did when I was younger." He was apparently just finishing the third week of a month long tour of Devon and Cornwall, and was leaving the next morning to stay in a farmhouse in the middle of Dartmoor, where he planned to do some walking. In between gleaning that information from him Linda found herself opening up about herself, and he learnt that she had grown up on the outskirts of London, with an older brother, had gone to the local comprehensive school, getting admission to one of the newer "redbrick" universities, followed by a year at teacher training college. She was just finishing her sixth year in her first school and was at a crossroads: she felt it was time to move on, but was not sure that she was cut out to be a teacher (she didn't let on that part of her problem was coping with her sexual urges that were made a problem by being in close proximity to so many hunky 18 year olds) and was debating whether to move to a different school or into a completely different career. He learnt that she was both single and, since recently, unattached. And so the conversation flowed, gentle and relaxed by the soft light of the bedside lamp; he made them some more - barely passable - coffee from the packets of instant in the room, but even with that Linda found herself yawning and was amazed to see from her watch that it was well after midnight. She had planned an early night and an early start the next day. "I wish I didn't have to, but I really must go." She stood, as did he, saying "Of course, how thoughtless of me. Shall I walk with you?" She demurred, assuring him that it was so close that there would be no problem. He moved towards the door, saying that he would come down with her, but again she said that was not necessary. He held out his hand to shake hers and bid farewell, saying much he had enjoyed her company, and she felt how smooth and dry it was. She recalled her view of his hands in the lounge, and thought that they really were the hands one would expect of a surgeon. On impulse she leant forward to kiss his cheek, but he turned the wrong way, and somehow she found her lips meeting full on his, rather than his cheek. Neither of them drew away, but neither of them pressed closer; their eyes were open, each looking at the other, and their right hands were still clasped in a handshake. Linda closed her eyes, but otherwise did not move. His lips were surprisingly soft; and very gentle, with no attempt to enter hers or use his tongue. For perhaps thirty seconds they held together, touching only at the lips and the handshake. Then as if by mutual consent they drew apart, still clasping hands. Bruce opened his mouth as if to speak, but before he could Linda dropped her bag from her left arm and put her left hand at the back of his neck, drawing him back to her. Their lips met again, still gently but now she pressed harder and opening her lips just a tiny fraction. She had rightly judged that, gentleman that he clearly was, he would need some encouragement but would be likely to be put off if she was too assertive. That first kiss had sent tingles like mild electric shocks down her spine and she wanted more. She felt his lips part just slightly, and waited for his tongue to meet hers, but instead he just moved his lips over hers and drew her bottom lip between his, and, featherlike, ran the tip of his tongue along it. He did the same with her top lip and then his lips closed, although they did not draw away. Still only their hands and lips were touching, but as she increased the pressure on his neck with her left hand he put his on her waist. Politely, gently, and firmly in the middle, well away from her breast and nowhere near her bottom. They drew apart and looked at each other, and for the first time that evening he seemed unsure of himself and when he spoke she did not try to stop him. "It's been a long time," was all he said. She put both hands upto his cheeks and kissed him tenderly and he seemed to relax. His arms went round her and hers round his neck; their lips fused as their tongues each sought the other. Linda pulled him to her, expecting resistance, but there was none and she fell back on the bed, still clutching him as he slid down and ended up on his knees on the floor between her parted legs, his hands on her thighs but with her skirt still down to her knees and capable of preserving her modesty if she wanted. They both laughed and she raised herself on her elbows and looked down at him. As her grey blue eyes met his of deep blue their smiles faded and they just stared. He moved his hands down to her knees and moved them so that his fingers slipped just under the edge of her skirt. "May I?" was all he said. She nodded and dropped her head back on the bed, closing her eyes for the second time in as many minutes and surrendering to the moment, oblivious to everything except the feel of Bruce's hands pushing up her skirt and his lips gently kissing the insides of her thighs. She lay back and luxuriated in the nerve tingling feelings generated by the steady movement upwards of his hands and lips, and almost unconsciously she undid the top buttons of her blouse and added to her quickening arousal by slipping her fingers inside and stroking her raised nipples. His fingers reached her panties and there was only the lightest of pressure on her vagina, but she was so keyed up that she twitched involuntarily, once, twice, and a third time. He reached both hands round her thighs and grasped the top of her panties; as she lifted her hips they were pulled down in a swift fluid movement, to be quickly replaced by his lips pressing against her. It took only a matter of seconds for his tongue to find her clitoris and she jumped uncontrollably as, just the once, it moved up and back.Then she felt first one and then two fingers gently inserted into her wetness, and move firmly in. She undid the rest of her buttons and reached behind her to unclasp her bra so that she could hold her breasts and add to the mounting sensations that were taking over. His tongue continued its gentle movements, and now his thumb started a steady rub in time with his fingers. A low involuntary moan escaped her parted lips and he increased his tempo, causing her involuntary movements to increase. To her dismay the fingers were removed, but were replaced by his tongue, probing well inside her. It could have barely been five minutes since they had fallen back across the bed and yet already she could feel the first signs of an orgasm building, and she knew he must be able to hear her moans, whimpers, and sharp intakes of breath that were such sure signs of the pending event. As though sensing her surrender to the demands of her body he moved his middle finger between her buttocks, and without conscious thought her legs lifted to allow him easier access. Wet with her own juices the finger rested, just slightly pressing against her sphincter, while his tongue moved back to her clitoris and resumed its caresses. That one movement unleashed the roiling climax, and as she cried out in almost painful delight he deftly pushed the finger inside as the muscle relaxed of its own accord. In the maelstrom of emotions that swept her she grasped his head with both hands and held him tight to her, as though determined not to let him retreat a millimetre. She arched forward over him in her final spasm and then, drained, fell back on the bed. He extricated himself from between her legs, and eased up beside her, taking her in his arms so that her head lay quietly under his chin. When a few minutes later her heartbeat steadied and some semblance of normality returned she looked up at him, and reached up to kiss his face, still damp from her spendings. "Mmmmm......thank you. That was incredible. I don't think I've ever come so quickly. How do you do it?" He chuckled. " I suspect that it may have something to do with the fact that I was making love with a wonderfully responsive lover, and learning from her, half a lifetime ago! But it does help to have a woman as lovely and as responsive as you with whom to enjoy the pleasures of lovemaking. That was the first time I have felt able to do that since my wife died, so thank you for letting me." Linda felt almost humbled at the thought that she had been the lucky one, and then realised that he was still fully clothed, even to his tie, while she lay half naked with her skirt around her waist, and her blouse and bra hanging half off. She sat up and removed them, and her skirt, and then knelt up beside him and started removing his tie and unbuttoning his shirt. He attempted to help, but she pushed his hands away as she removed it and then turned her attention to his belt, below which she could make out the bulge of a respectable erection. She loosened the belt and was about to slip her hand inside when, on impulse, she instead ran her hands over his exposed and almost hairless chest, and moved up to kiss him. As before, his lips were unbelievably soft and gentle and she lost herself in the eroticism which the combination of their gentle lip and tongue play and the feel of her now incredibly sensitized breasts against his smooth skin had brought about. He turned on his side and brought a hand up to her left breast, gently but firmly rolling her erect nipple between finger and thumb. She in turn ran her left hand down to his open trousers and, with only slight resistance from the elastic of his briefs, felt his straining erection slip into her grasp. Bruce jerked as she ran her thumb over the sensitive head, which was already slippery from his emissions. His breathing deepened and his tongue became more thrusting, his hips starting to move almost involuntarily. She drew back from the kiss and opened her eyes to find him looking at her, smiled, and slipped down the bed, pushing his trousers and briefs as she did so. His cock sprang up proudly from a thatch that, unlike his silvery head of hair, was still very black but very soft and not, as with many men, stiff and bristly. He had at some point kicked off his shoes, so was able to complete pushing his trousers and briefs right down and off. She almost giggled - he was such a neat and tidy man that she half expected him to get up and fold the trousers and neatly put them on a hanger! She dropped to her knees between his legs and took hold of his cock with both hands while letting her tongue drift over his balls. She loved these moments - feeling the tension in a man while he waited for that magic moment when his cockhead was enclosed in soft warm lips and a tongue probed his frenum - that so sensitive little spot below the helmet. Bruce was not circumcised, and as she drew back his foreskin she found - as she expected - that he was clean and fresh, and obviously took as much care here as he did of his hands. She preferred the uncircumcised man, but so often her enjoyment of the moment was lessened because of a lack of hygiene and the attendant bad taste. Linda's Half Term Holiday Ch. 03 For her there was little more enjoyable than - as she now did - rolling back a foreskin, revealing the more sensitive head than was the case when the man had been circumcised, and taking just the head into her lips, feeling the slight start which the man almost always gave as her tongue probed. She derived intense sexual pleasure from such a moment, and often thought that if she just kept sucking and probing she would bring herself to orgasm without any other stimulation. She had never had the chance to put this to the test, for she had yet to meet a man who could last long enough to give her the time to try. She rolled her lips over him, and swirled her tongue around the smooth head, deriving much pleasure from feeling his involuntary jerks and thrustings. She slipped one hand beneath his balls and gently scratched that sensitive area behind them, and as she sensed his breathing increase she pushed further until her middle finger was probing at his anus. His legs lifted and parted enough to give her access more easily and she started to push. His reactions became more pronounced, and she could feel his throbbing in her mouth start to intensify signifying an approaching climax, but suddenly he sat up and pulled back. Taking her head in his hands he kissed her gently. "Please stop - I shall come if you keep on like that." "Surely that's the idea!" "Yes, but at my age it takes longer to recover, and I want to be inside you if that's OK with you." He pushed himself back up the bed. "My pleasure," she grinned, as she moved up and straddled him. She held him and guided him into her, gently easing down until she had totally absorbed him. "How does that feel?" "Magic. I had forgotten how glorious it was to be inside a woman." He brought his hands up and cupped her breasts, firmly but not aggressively. She moved to and fro on him, without letting him move out of her at all, and the friction on her clitoris started her nerve endings tingling once again. She still felt uplifted from the orgasm he had given her, and felt no need to try again for herself. His eyes remained open, looking into hers with an almost shy smile on his lips. She maintained her rocking movement, watching him closely, and it was no more than a couple of minutes before she saw the smile disappear, his eyes widen, his mouth open and a frown appear. His hips started bucking, and suddenly his face diffused with red and she felt him jerking inside her. His grip on her breasts tightened almost painfully and he momentarily lifted his hips off the bed, and went rigid; his eyes closed and he seemed to stop breathing. For a split second she thought he was having a heart attack or seizure, but then his body relaxed, his breathing returned, his hold on her loosened and his eyes opened, briefly unfocussed but then looking at her almost wonderingly. He reached up and pulled her down to him, her cheek against his, and his arms around her as their bodies merged. He did not immediately speak, and she stayed silent, luxuriating in the tenderness of the moment, and feeling him gradually shrink and slip out of her. "Oh Linda, Linda, Linda," was all he said for several moments. Then: "Thank you so much. It's been so long, and that was as lovely as anything I can remember." She did not move, her face remaining buried in his shoulder; eventually they just rolled over onto their sides and he reached out and pulled the bedspread over them. They drifted off into that comfortable sleep of the just after that she had enjoyed the previous night, as comfortable as two lovers could hope to be. She awoke with a start, taking a moment or two to recall where she was. The light was still on as they had left it and she saw with some alarm that her watch showed 4.30 am. Bruce was deeply asleep, and she eased gently out from under the cover. If she was to get her early start home she had to move. She managed to retrieve her scattered clothes and dress, but after some deliberation she removed her panties again, and left them on the dressing table. On a sheet of the hotel notepaper she wrote: "A wonderful end to my holiday. Thank you. Be happy. L. xxx" and slipped it under them. She looked down at the sleeping man, but resisted the temptation to kiss him. She dared not risk waking him - he would be too easy to fall in love with, and she was not ready for that. She quietly opened and shut the door, and was relieved to find that the reception desk was unattended, although she could sense movement in the office behind. The sun was not yet up, but its light was bringing the world into focus as she walked back to the caravan; all was peaceful, and she felt herself also to be totally at peace. What had been initially a rather drab week had, over the last couple of days, been physically and mentally stimulating, and the fucking (with Tony and Kevin) and lovemaking, with Bruce, had been wonderful contrasts. She contemplated with pleasure the prospect of perhaps having the same type of holiday at the end of term. Perhaps Rachel might be up for it as well? * * * * * * * * Author's note: Thanks for the encouraging feedback after chapter one. I have nothing else in the pipeline at the moment, but each of the characters has a summer holiday ahead, and home lives and families to return to, so if there is any further positive feedback I might try and weave a story or two out of some of my other lifetime experiences.