3 comments/ 48088 views/ 29 favorites The Mediterranean Guesthouse By: stonearc691 All characters appearing in this work are fictitious. Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. ******************* The Guesthouse – chapter 1 The flight had arrived on time, but the luggage was taking ages to arrive. It was already midnight, and I was feeling tired after spending full day at work and then flying to Cyprus. I was just waiting to get to the guesthouse and get in a good night's sleep. Watching the other passengers I could tell this was what other people were thinking as well. Soft bed and hopefully a nice and peaceful hotel. No parties for me tonight! Finally the bags start to arrive and I spot mine after some minutes. Grab the bag and head for the car rental desk. Fortunately the rental car takes no time at all and in ten minutes I am in the car and driving out to the countryside. The guesthouse is located in a peaceful setting, a few minutes outside a village, about 20 miles outside Limassol. As I drive to the house, I can see it looks just like in the pictures. The front light is on, and I park the car and as I walk to the front door, it opens and Kate, the host, peers out and welcomes me. 'Welcome! You found us ok?' 'Yes, no problem.' I answer. 'Took just one wrong turn, but otherwise no problem, thank you for the email giving me such good directions.' I take a look at Kate as we exchange more pleasantries and she offers to show me to my room. She is same age as me and is quite tall, and has a very nice slim figure, from what I can tell. She has nice brown hair which she has tied up at a knot, a friendly face and eyeglasses. She is quite noticeably tan, compared to my nordic whiteness. 'There is no other guests tonight, so you can choose the room you want' she says as she shows me the rooms upstairs. The rooms are quite spacious, and have a nice big shared terrace facing the hilly vista that is now covered in warm mediterranean darkness. I choose the room and fetch my bags from the car. We chat a bit more with Kate, but I am really feeling tired now and after agreeing what time she should set up breakfast, we say good night. I decide to take a quick shower, the feeling of warm water running down my body feels good. As I lather myself with soap and my hands touch my cock and balls I think about jerking off in the shower, but I am too tired even for that. I feel that there is a slight stubble growing down there and I take some minutes to shave my cock and balls completely. I like the feeling of not having any hair. My cock twitches slightly as I think about Kate seeing me like this and I wonder if she likes men hairy and traditional or like me, shaved all over and smooth. I squeeze the head of my dick slightly and reconsider jerking off, but I decide against it. Too tired. I open the windows as it is nice and warm outside, and sleep with the warm southern night air at my face. *** I wake up as the sun is rising, and as I check the time I decide it is time to get up and do my morning workout and stretching. I do my exercise and stretching for the normal 10 minutes and head downstairs to breakfast. 'Good morning, Kate!' 'Good morning, did you sleep well?' 'Like a log. I am so hungry right now.' I say as I watch the breakfast table, which is set only for one guest. I start with some myesli and yoghurt as Kate brings a steaming coffee pot to the table. 'It is so quiet here, and so warm I could sleep with window open, I really like it.' I say to her Kate says she finds the air at night really cold, so we laugh at how different people can feel. Me coming from a colder climate, the night air here is deliciously warm. For her, used to the summer heat it is getting too cold. I notice she is wearing quite warm clothes even if it is maybe around 22 degrees C outside where the breakfast table is set. We chat some more and I explain her what my plan for the day is. I will head up to the mountains to do some walking and mountain biking. 'Tonight the other guests will arrive, a french couple, I think they get in around eight.' 'Ok, it will be nice to meet them.' I say as I finish my breakfast. 'Thank you for the breakfast, it was delicious, and it was nice to have it set outside.' I head up to my room and get ready for the day, packing my stuff for the hike and bike. Plenty to drink, sun lotion, sports bars. After I am sure I got everything I head out to the car and drive to the bike rental place. *** Up in the mountain the air is slightly cooler, but the scenery is awesome. The sun isn't as hot as I was fearing. I first ride some trails and then a short 5k up the road which is nice 10% grade. I can feel the lactic acid in my muscles and my lungs are burning, a nice sensation I crave. I ride back down to the car and switch to my hiking boots and get a drink. It is quiet and there isn't a lot of traffic on the road. The only sound is the wind in the weird looking pinetrees. I check the map and decide to walk couple miles to a waterfall and back, just to get rid of the lactic acid in my muscles. Also the walking trail is completely deserted which is nice. I breathe the nice mountain air and enjoy myself. It is so weird that so few people are up here and most of the tourists head to the crowded beaches. I don't mind spending time at the beach but up here in the mountains is epic. *** I drive back to the guesthouse in the late afternoon. I think it is still siesta time as I see Kate nowhere. A quick wash of the cycling gear and a shower later I crash naked on the bed for a quick nap. The night before was too short a sleep. *** I wake up as the sun is setting, feeling well rested and hungry. Heading downstairs, Kate is still nowhere to be seen, so I go to the car and drive couple miles to the market to do some shopping. After returning and fixing myself a nice tuna tortilla in the upstairs kitchen, I pop open a beer and sit in the upstairs terrace as the sun is now getting real low and the evening is getting darker. I hear a car drive up the driveway, this must be the french couple Kate mentioned. I hear them greeting in the yard and after a while the group heads up to the room next to mine. From the sounds it doesn't sound like an old couple like I was expecting. Most of the young couples head up to the beach resorts, don't they? I can hear them in the room, and then Kate opens the door to the terrace to show the guests the terrace. I get up from the lounger to greet them. Wow. I am facing the most beautiful woman I have ever seen in my life. 'Christine.' she says and I stutter 'Archie, nice to meet you.' as I am still in shock at what a stunner she is. I turn to greet the man, Julien. We chat just a little as I still am taking in Christine. I am guessing she is mid twenties, slightly younger than Julien. She is quite bit shorter than Kate, more than a head shorter than me. She has darkest brown hair, little longer than shoulder length, tied to a ponytail. Delicate shoulders, a slender figure with still as nice set of breasts as I can make out without staring. And her face is straight from a fairytale story, an angel-face, with perfect nose and the largest set of dark brown eyes. Her mouth is a delicious set of natural lips. She wears little or no makeup as I can see. Julien is only slightly taller than her, with short dark hair and quite handsome face with well groomed appearance. They are obviously tired from the travelling, and head up inside and I return to the lounger to lie down in the cooling evening, with my mind now fully occupied by the beautiful couple staying next door. My dick twiches in my shorts and stiffens at the thought of this young couple maybe making love in the next room tonight. I can feel the pressure of cum in my balls, it has been a few nights without release. The night darkens, I decide against heading out to find a restaurant, and fix myself another tuna tortilla and some salad from the stuff I bought from the market. I pour myself some wine and just sit at the terrace. I can hear Julien and Christine head out, maybe to a restaurant, shop or a fast food place. When they return an hour later I am still out there even if it is already ten in the evening. I head inside, and wonder at the sound insulation of the place. If I masturbate now, how quiet should I stay? Against my nature, I don't do it and head to bed. *** I wake up in the middle of the night to sounds of lovemaking from the next room. First I can hear Christine sighing and yelping, but no other sounds. Julien probably has his mouth on her pussy, licking her, I decide. From the sound of it she is liking this very much and tries to keep as silent as possible, but succeeds only barely. My cock is suddenly rock hard and strains against the sheets. I went to bed naked again. I imagine Julien's face buried between Christine's legs, his tongue flicking her pussy at the rhythm of the quiet sounds I hear. She has probably her hand on his head, guiding his mouth and tongue. Maybe her other hand caresses her breasts as her back arcs in pleasure. Maybe Julien's hand joins his tongue and he inserts the tip of his finger into her pussy slowly, building speed with the pulse of her moans. Then another finger and he starts to fuck her with his hand and mouth together. After some minutes I can hear the bed starting to creak. Slowly at first, then with increasing rhythm. I start to jerk off to the rhythm of the fucking next door. I squeeze my dick and touch my balls with my other hand. My dick is soon ready to explode. I hear a break in the creaking and know they are switching positions. Christine on top? Or does Julien take her from behind? Oh, what I would give to see them at it right now. I hear a muffled screm next door and know that Christine has orgasmed with no break in the creaking. A short while later there is another scream that is joined by almost silent grunts from obviously Julien coming. I can't hold off my own orgasm any longer and a huge load of cum spurts from my cock all over my stomach. My balls seem to have inexhaustible supply as spurt after spurt lands, some hitting all the way to my chin. After I am done, my whole chest is covered in sticky cum. I haven't cum like this in a while. Embarrased, I realise that in my orgasm, I have cried out, probably with more volume than the couple next door. I can only hope they were still recovering from their own orgasms to hear. After cleaning up with a towel, I fall back to sleep. *** Next morning, heading to breakfast I did feel slightly akward. Had Julien and Christine heard me? Did they realise I had heard them? I decided to try to act as normal as I could, even if they heard me. I mean we are all adults, aren't we? I am the first to arrive and Kate brings me my coffee. I enjoy the breakfast again and chat a bit with Kate about my plans for today. Suddenly I hear Julien and Christine behind me and turn to look at them. Christine looks at me with a shy smile and blushes, Julien's gaze lingers a while longer, but he also sits down with a smile on his face. Was that a wink? I can't believe so. Yup, they heard me all right. After slightly akward set of goodmornings, moment later we seem all to arrive to the conclusion that we should just act normal.We small talk about our plans for they day. They are going to check out the beaches and some museums today. I am again heading up to the mountain to do some more biking. Julien's english is quite good, whereas Christine doesn't speak much. I glance at her, she is wearing a white blouse and capris and looks, if possible, even more beautiful this morning than last night. Some time later I finish my breakfast and wish them a nice day at the beach, and head upstairs to gear up for the day. As I get to my car some 15 minutes later, they are still at breakfast and I wave them. Both of them wave back wishing me a nice ride. *** The riding is awesome again. The scenery up in the hills is excellent, the weather is slightly warmer than yesterday. I do some uphill first on the road and then head for some trails. It would be nice to have both a roadbike and a MTB. At midday it is getting very hot, and I am sweating a lot. Already a few hours riding, I call it a day and head towards the guesthouse around 1pm. After getting back and a nice cool shower, I eat a late lunch (tuna salad again) and then I hit the bed naked. I Read for a while and then feel sleepy in the afternoon heat, and decide to take a nap. I wake up around half past four, and decide to head to the beach to check out what I have been missing. It is a short drive to the beach and thankfully the tourist season is almost over, so there is plenty of space to park not far from the beaches. Sun is still pretty high as I walk by the sea. There is still a lot of tourists in the sun. Some nice looking beach babes also, with small tight bikinis! I don't feel like taking a sunlounger and just walk the beach up and down once and on my way back to the car, visit a grocery store to buy some sangria and some more foodstuffs for tomorrow. I am not really the partygoing or restaurant type of guy, mostly I like to eat stuff I prepare myself. As I reach the car the sun is setting. I drive back again anticipating a nice evening in the warm darkness in the terrace, sipping some sangria. As I arrive, I see Julien and Christine's car parked in front. I go up and put my groceries to the fridge and go to my room. The sun is just setting and it is getting dusk. I take a quick shower, put on a clean white short sleeved shirt and shorts, grab a glass of sangria and open the terrace doors. I set myself on the lounger facing the sunset and just enjoy myself. Perfect. Some time later I hear the terrace door from the next room open, and I look over, and say hi to Julien and Christine. They sit down on their side of the terrace. They have opened a bottle of red wine. I can hear them chat in french with subdued voices. I glance over and see Christine looking at me. I smile to her and she drops her gaze and blushes, and then says something to Julien. Julien looks over to me. 'Archie, would you like join us over here?' I hear him say. 'Sure I would be glad to.' I get up and walk over to their side of the terrace. Julien is sitting in the lounger, and Christine is on the sofa. I sit on the other end of the sofa. 'How was your day?' I ask. 'Oh it was excellent,' Julien answers, 'we actually decided to rent a car and drove all the way to Cape Greco and walked on the seafront. Great scenery!' We chat some more and I tell them about my day. As we talk, I get a chance to look at the wonderfully beautiful Christine sitting so close to me. She is wearing a long white thin dress which isn't quite see-through thin. The dress leaves her shoulders bare. I think she is not wearing a bra. She has her hair open and it is falling straight to her shoulders. Julien also has on a pair of shorts and a t-shirt. Like me, he is also fit and slim with tanned arms and legs. After some time, suddenly Julien says '..you know Archie, last night we thought we heard something from your room.' Shit. What to say now? I think I am blushing. 'Yes, well, you know.. I was..I kind of heard some noises from your side and you know, I got a bit excited..' I say.. my god this is embarrassing.. 'No no, don't be shy, we understood that we woke you up. We were trying to be as quiet as possible, but ..' I look over to Christine and she is also blushing and looks at me and smiles. 'We just could not help it, this place is so romantic.. and we didn't understand that the walls are so thin... we just realised when we heard you..', she says. 'Yes I understand perfectly, I mean we should not be embarrassed about it.' I try to say. 'So you were not shocked or anything?' Julien asks. 'No, no, not at all..' 'Good, we were a bit worried but after seeing you on breakfast and now chatting to you we see that we should not have worried about it.' 'Christine actually said something to me afterwards.' He pauses for a moment. 'Do you want to repeat it to Archie, Christine?' I look over to her, and she is even more blushed as before... 'Julien, I don't know...' 'Come on dear... he heard us and we heard him.' Christine is silent for a while and then looks at me shyly and says 'I think it was exciting that you heard us and you became so aroused.. I was turned on by the thought that another man was in next room and hearing me and Julien.' I think about what to say for a moment. 'I mean, I couldn't help it.. when I heard you at it, I started to imagine it in my mind, and next thing you know... I just had to do something.' I take a sip of the wine, and Christine does also. Julien looks to be deep in thought and smiling. 'Christine said something else last night as well. Christine, do you want to repeat that?' My eyes haven't left Christine, and I wonder if it is possible for anyone to be more crimson than she is at the moment. 'I... I was just saying...maybe... it would be exciting to...if you want... to look at us?' The words take a moment to sink in. 'Look at you... you mean?....making love?' I finally ask. 'Yes... if you would like to.' Yes, it is possible to be more crimson, I think. It seems my heart has jumped to my throat and my dick jumps in my shorts and I know that in a few seconds I will have a full erection. 'I ... well... eeh... wow!' I am stuttering 'Well, I don't know, I haven't seen other people make love before...you know in real life... but...' Julien says 'Come on, don't be shy, Christine would really love it, wouldn't you Christine?' 'Yes...I would really love it.' she says finally, looking at me with her angel eyes and her delicious lips in a delicate smile. Have you ever got the feeling you need to pinch yourself to know if you are sleeping and having a fantasy dream? I mentally pinch myself. My dick is fully hard now. If my dick could speak, it would say: "HELL YEAH MAN WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU WAITING FOR!?" 'Wow. Yes, in that case yes, I am sure I would love to watch.' I finally answer with a sore whisper. 'Great!' Julien says and Christine smiles on the other end of the sofa. 'What do you say Archie, if we go inside? The Terrace is getting slightly chilly.' Chilly or not, I can now see Christine's nipples through her dress, they have swollen and hardened and stretch the fabric. I can see the curve of her breasts as she stands up and walks inside their room through the double doors, her hips swinging from side to side as her slim figure stretches the thin white dress. Julien walks inside also and pulls the curtains on the windows. He then sets up the armchair to the corner of the room and sets the wine bottle there and gestures for me to take a seat. I follow them wordlessly in to their room, feeling like in a dream or a movie. Is this really happening? I sit down to the chair and have to spread my legs a bit since by now I have a hard-on for the record books and it is slightly uncomfortable to sit. Julien closes the terrace doors and pulls the curtains. Christine is standing at the end of the bed, facing me and looking down at the bed. She shyly raises her eyes to look at me but when she sees me watching her she drops her eyes back down to the bed. I can't take my eyes off her. Julien moves so that he is behind Christine and puts his hands on her waist, caressing her through her thin dress. As he touches her, Christine suddenly again raises her eyes to look at me and I can see her shiver as if electricity would run through her. Julien's hands move to touch her hair, and he pulls her hair off her face so that it is running down her back, exposing her neck. Then he leans in and kisses her neck gently. Christine lets out a sigh and closes her eyes and tilts her head back. Julien's hands have returned to caress Christine's waist, moving up and down and exploring more of her body, he isn't yet touching her breasts but he is moving closer with each stroke. The Mediterranean Guesthouse Ch. 02 As I wake up some hours later, it is still dark, but I can already feel it is close to dawn. I slept again with the windows open, and the sounds of the warm night are already gone and I can hear the odd cry of a rooster from the valley. I look to the window and I can already make out the outline of the sky against the hills. In half an hour it will be sunrise. I still cannot really believe what happened last night. It all seems like a dream. Did I really have sex with Christine, while Julien was fucking her in front of my eyes? The thought seems unreal, a fantasy, or something that would happen in a movie. Not something that would happen to me. But I can still remember the feeling of my dick deep in her mouth, and the feeling of her hand on my buttocks as I came deep into her throat. I can remember the jump my heart made when Christine said what she would like me to do tonight. I remember the hungry look she had in her eyes when Julien was licking her and she had my cock right at her lips, ready to go in her waiting mouth. It really did happen. And tonight is promising to be even more exciting! I lie on the bed deep in thought and look at the ceiling as the dawn arrives. My hands are at my side. The hands that will touch Christine again tonight, again under the gaze of her husband. The hands will caress her breasts and maybe hold her from the waist as she will ride on my cock. My dick stirs from the morning slumber and in seconds is getting harder at the anticipation of this evening. Is it going to be weird over breakfast? Kate is going to be there, so how will we act, like nothing happened, or do we acknowledge somehow that we were pretty intimate last night? I ponder on this some more, but decide that the best thing is to go about it normally. I will just catch their eye and figure out how they want to play it. I realize suddenly that I haven't asked how long Christine and Julien are staying. Are they staying the full week like me, or are they here only for a few days? I have to ask them at breakfast. I jump up and do my morning exercises and stretching, then hit a quick shower and wash my teeth. As I pull on my clothes, I notice that today's cycling hasn't even crossed my mind yet. I grab some maps and a list of the possible cycling routes I made earlier and head downstairs for breakfast. As I come downstairs, I can hear Kate in the kitchen. I look outside and Julien and Christine are not there yet. I walk to the kitchen door and look in. 'Good morning, Kate!' She has heard me come down the stairs and turns around with a couple of plates full of local fruit. 'Good morning, Archie. I am sure you had a good night last night?' she says with a tilt of her head and a knowing smile on her face. Oh, yes, it seems we did make enough noise for her to be aware what her guests are up to. 'Oh, yes, I had a good night sleep.' 'I am sure you did, after all the exercise you had yesterday.' she continues, still smiling. 'Yes, and you have such comfortable beds here.' 'Well, we aim to please!' she says and looks at me as she takes the plates outside. I sit down at the breakfast table. The weather is again nice and warm, sun is up and I breathe in the morning air, a bit relieved that Kate is taking this situation so well. It would have been awkward if she had been more distant or condescending about the activities of her guests. I start on the muesli and cut a bit of bread and Kate brings the first pot of steaming hot coffee to the table. It feels like my whole body is aching for the evening already. I can feel the anticipation for seeing Christine naked in front of me, for being able to touch her perfect body, for burying my face between her legs, tasting her pussy and licking her with my tongue and finally, sinking my cock into her waiting pussy as her husband is watching. The fantasies and images of me making love to Christine are revolving in my brain, making me dizzy. Spreading the cycling route maps in front of me, I decide that to get through the day without fainting, I should focus on finding the place to start today's ride. It would be best to do a hard ride today, I think, to take my mind off the coming evening, and also, I feel my body needing a hard punishing training today. I am going through the alternative places to start the ride as I hear Julien and Christine walking behind me to join me at breakfast. 'Good morning, Archie!' they say to me. 'Good morning! Did you two have a good night sleep?', standing up, I answer to them and smile back as I check both of their faces for any clue how they want to play this. Julien takes the place next to me in the table. Christine is smiling and walks to the other side of the table. 'We slept really well.' she says and continues in almost a whisper, 'thank you for last night, it was so great! I can't wait for tonight!' 'Me too.' says Julien. I don't really know what to say, so I just smile and look at both of the in turn and nod. 'I am looking forward for tonight also. A lot.', I finally manage as I look at Christine. She blushes as I look at her. Kate storms from the kitchen and catches us all in surprise. 'Well, sit down dear friends. Coffee, Christine, Julien? Please, try the bread, it is fresh from the local baker, and the fruit is from our own garden. You need a lot of energy on holiday, so you need to eat a big breakfast!' She is laughing at our slightly embarrassed expressions as we all sit back down and start on the breakfast. The atmosphere returns to normal, and rest of the breakfast we are just chatting about what we are going to do that day. I ask them how long they are going to stay at Kate's and Julien says that they are staying there for three more nights, and after that they are going to stay at a place near Nicosia for three days and then another three days near Larnaca. I am delighted to hear that they are still staying here a few nights and say so, which yields a nice shy smile from Christine and a grin from Julien. We are on vacation, and the weather is perfect, we are getting along so fine, and everyone is anticipating the evening, so we are all feeling very happy. Julien and Christine are going to check out some ancient ruins and maybe some museums today. I look at the map and with some suggestions from Kate who drops by to see if we need anything, I decide on the place where to start my ride today. 'Ok, I'd better go and get ready. Have a nice day at the museums! You must tell me all about it later today, tomorrow is my rest day and I might go and check some of those places also.' I say as I stand up. 'You have a nice day riding up there on the mountain. Don't spend all your energy!', Julien says and with that we all smile and I head upstairs to get ready. The drive to Trimiklini, where I will start riding today, is uneventful. I can't stop my mind wandering from cycling to what will possibly happen tonight. I have to mentally shake myself to focus. The Cypriot style of driving on the road is somewhat erratic, in addition to the traffic being on the wrong side of the road from my point of view. I am still getting used to shifting with my left hand. I usually do not like to ride with bike close to the coast, as the roads have much more traffic. As the road climbs towards Trimiklini, the traffic becomes thinner and the road shoulder looks also more inviting. I park the car a few kilometers before the village. As I take my bike and gear out of the car I look at the mountain right before me. The climb is a little over a thousand meters vertical, but today I shall take a small detour and not the direct route up. So it will not be as steep as before, but today I will go all the way to the village on the summit. I check that I have everything with me, spare tube, sports bars, both the bottles and the bike fixing tool set I always carry, and I jump on the bike and start the ride. The road is almost level, initially with only small, short hills. I know from looking at the map that the first few kilometers are like this, and then there is a not-too-steep climb of a 3-4 kilometers, after which the road drops back to another village and then picks up again as I will turn towards the summit. Remembering Julien's advice, I pedal in a smooth rhythm with a steady cadence and try not to get too out of breath. The feeling in my legs is nice, I can feel the previous two days riding, but there is still clearly energy and power left. Tomorrow is rest day, and I know I can attack the climb if I want to. As I go past Trimiklini and turn left for the even more empty road leading to the next village, the effort of pedaling, the endorphins in my blood and the scenery finally takes my mind away from coming evening. I breathe the clear mountain air in an out, look at the perfect views reaching out to the blue sea that is just visible under a haze in the distance. The sun is warm on my skin. Perfection. I am feeling so good right now I could shout out. I stop and listen to the silent hills around me. The only sound I hear is wind. I haven't seen even one car pass me on the road. I just cannot understand why more people are not doing this. But I know other people consider what I am doing pretty weird. Well, to each their own! Finally there is some traffic as three guys on rented Ducati's storm past me. I could hear them coming from miles away, and after the silence a moment ago, the sound of the Ducati desmo engines careening off the hills around me feels deafening. As the trio speeds in the distance, peace returns. I reach the top of the first climb and start the downhill. As always, the downhill part seems to be over in just a few minutes and the road now forks and I take the right turn that leads to the Trodos village near the summit, my goal for today. I pass the Ducati trio sitting in a roadside cafe, with their brilliant red bikes in a neat row in front, ticking off as the engines and exhausts cool off after their ride. Beautiful bikes. It looks a lot of fun, maybe I should rent a bike like that some time. The road climbs now a bit steeper, and I feel the urge to attack the mountain. I pick up speed and pace and instantly I feel the effort, I am now breathing deeper and deeper and my thighs are feeling the pain a little bit more each time I try to spin the crank. In even steeper parts of the turns I get out of the saddle and push on the pedals from standing position. After about half an hour, I reach the village where the steep part of the climb ends and I ease back on the speed. The rest of the way, I take it easy, just spinning the legs and letting my body recover. There are more cars on the road near the village on the top, tourists that have come to see the scenery and have lunch in the restaurants at the top. After another 30 minutes, I reach the village at the top and stop to have a snack at the village square and rest before heading back down. It is fun to look at other tourists who have come up with cars. There are a few other cyclists also on top, mostly with mountain bikes but a couple have come up the mountain on a road bike. I wave at the fellow cyclists. Sitting at the bench, I realize that the ride up the mountain did take my mind off the coming evening, but right now the feeling of anticipation for tonight is like a press on my chest. My heart seems to swell and rise as I think that tonight I will get to make love to Christine, my dick will slowly slide inside her moist, tight pussy as she looks deep into my eyes. I can touch her perfect breasts and smooth skin... I snap out of this as the bulge in my cycling shorts is getting larger. Having an full-on erection in thin lycra shorts in a crowded place is something I would rather avoid. I put on my helmet and hop on the bike and head downhill towards the car. Taking the more direct route back to the car, the 20 kilometer downhill takes me only about 20-odd minutes. The exhilaration of hitting sixty or seventy kilometers an hour without pedaling is awesome. The road is relatively straight and visibility is good, so I can let the bike just shoot down without much braking, just taking care in the corners and in any exists where a car might suddenly appear out of a side street or from a driveway. As I reach the car, my legs and whole body can feel the 2 hour effort, and I am grateful for the chance to rest as I will soon drive back to the guesthouse. I can feel my body needing a rest day, but also I feel a desire to return back to ride more as soon as I have recovered. But not tomorrow. And I have tonight to think about now. The evening is getting closer at each passing second. I pack my bike back to the car and stretch my legs. Standing up, I take a recovery drink and look at the mountain that I just pedaled up and down. Awesome. It is now getting close to local siesta time, and there is more traffic on the road as the locals head back to home for siesta. The sun is hot now, and after a while I hop in, start the car and start the drive back to Kate's. Arriving to the guesthouse, parking the car I see there is no other cars at the guesthouse parking lot. Kate is somewhere, probably doing some shopping, and Christine and Julien haven't arrived from their day at the museums yet. I grab my gear and go up to my room and quickly wash my cycling gear and drink bottles and set them out on the balcony to dry out. Then I stretch a bit and take a long, hot shower, and thinking about tonight, I decide to shave my dick and balls. As I touch myself, my thoughts wander to the coming evening, only hours away now. How will it happen? Is Christine waiting for me to make the move? Should I take control and decide where and how to make love to her? Or should I let Christine have the control? I have the feeling that tonight Julien will just like to take a more passive role, and watch, at least initially. It would be nice to just chat with them initially, get to know more about them. I hope they would like that too. Feeling slightly ashamed at having taken so long a shower with Cyprus having a rather expensive water prices, I step out and dry myself and then fall to the bed. The afternoon is still hot, siesta time is still on. My room window is open, and I can feel the warm breeze as I slowly start to feel sleepy and with no clothes on, I fall asleep on the bed. Steps on the gravel outside my window wake me up. I can hear words of french, so it must be Julien and Christine returning. Looking at the clock, it is close to six already. I have slept almost two hours! I guess the previous night and the ride today did take their toll, but now I am feeling well rested. I hear Julien and Christine going to their room. I lie on the bed and suddenly realize that I am ravenously hungry. I didn't eat anything other than a recovery drink after returning from the day's ride. I put on my shorts and a white loose shirt, and go to the kitchen, where I still have fresh tomatoes and lettuce and tuna, and fix myself a large tuna tortilla. After eating, I pop open a beer and head to the terrace. Sitting down to the sun lounger, I notice the doors to Julien and Christine's room are open, and I can hear their shower. The sun is slowly setting to the west and I can feel the air is getting slightly cooler, or at least it is not anymore as hot as it was midday. Sitting at the lounger, the butterflies return to my stomach, with the darkness looming and the moment I have been waiting since last night getting closer. I try to focus on the nice tired feeling in my legs and my body, and the feeling of the cooling breeze and the warmth of the sun's last rays on my skin, but I succeed only to think about the curve of Christine's neck and her delicious earlobes and the way her breasts bounced last night as Julien was fucking her on the bed. I try to look at the hillside vista with the bushes climbing to the hilltop with the orange sunset behind, but I can only see my glistening dick entering Christine's mouth again and again, her mouth slurping as she sucks my shaft as it goes in and out deep into her throat. I try to listen to the sounds of the warm Mediterranean evening, the insects chirping and the dogs barking, and I can only hear the sound of Christine's muffled moans as she was taking two cocks deep in her mouth and pussy. I did not put on any underpants, and my dick is now hard, stretching against the fabric of my shorts. 'Hi Archie.', Christine suddenly says right behind me Instantly aware that my erection is unmissable, I blush and turn to look at her, trying to hide the huge tent that my dick has created with the beer can. 'Oh, hi Christine! I did not hear you coming!" 'Hmm... maybe you will later.', she says, smiling, her eyes dropping to look at the budge in my shorts. I smile back and look at her, and she returns my look and I can sense the electricity between us. I can sense her desire to make love to another man while her husband is watching. She sits down at the lounger next to mine and I take in her perfect slender body once more. She is wearing another dress, this one with thin straps and a the hem bit shorter than the one she wore yesterday. I can't spot her wearing any underwear either. I can still hear the shower is on. Julien is in there then. 'How was your day? Did you have fun at the museums?' 'Oh, it was very interesting. We saw a lot of nice ruins.' she says. 'And hot. It felt so good to have a nice cool shower afterwards. Although to tell you the truth, during the museum visits, my mind was sometimes wandering a bit. To tonight I mean.' 'Yes. I kind of had the same problem today.', I admit. 'I hope you still... want to? Like you promised last night?', she asks and turns to look at me. I look at the perfect face next to me, I look deep at her brown eyes. I lay my hand on her hand, and it is as sparks could ignite the darkening evening. Her fingers twitch and her skin feels warm to my touch. With a squeezing sensation on my chest I look at her and finally gather the courage to say in a trembling voice 'Right now I want nothing more than to make love to you.' She does not answer, but I can see the relief as some of her doubts disappear. I can sense that she has had this fantasy for a while, same as me, and now when we have finally found the right person to realize it, we are getting closer and closer to the moment we have been waiting for, maybe for years. 'Hello Archie.', we hear from behind, as Julien has gotten out of the shower. He has only a towel on his waist as he walks on my side of the terrace. He is holding a bottle of wine on one hand and three glasses on his other hand. I let go of Christine's hand, and see Julien smile a little as he notices this. 'Hi Julien. I heard you had a nice day at the museums?' 'We had a wonderful time, they really have some unique ruins and museums here at Cyprus. I was enjoying every moment. Although I think Christine's mind was sometimes wandering to other things!' Christine throws a playful mocking look at her husband and says something in french. 'Now now, dear. Lets try to keep it in English for Archie's sake. Wine, Archie?' My beer can is empty so I gladly accept. Julien pours us wine and then sits down on a chair opposite to us. Sipping the wine, Julien asks me about the ride today, and I tell them how awesome it was again today. I ask them if they do any cycling, and Christine says she doesn't but Julien says he has a bike and rides it a few times a week. But he says he really has not tried any mountains yet. I ask where in France they are from, and they say they are originally from Paris, but now living in south of France, near Toulouse. They ask me if I have been there, and I have to admit that I have only been to Paris and then the alps near Grenoble. But I would love to visit the southwest France, especially the mountains. The Mediterranean Guesthouse Ch. 02 We chat some more and I find out that Julien is a manager in a construction company, and Christine works in a book store. I tell them about my work and where I live in Finland. They seem to find Finland really exotic place, which it is I guess for foreigners. They ask what they should try to see if they come to Finland and, after thinking about it I tell them that there are many things to see in Finland, but mostly it is the feeling of space and nature. There aren't so many people in Finland so in the countryside, the feeling of being on your own is something unique. Even in the national parks you can walk and not see anybody else for hours or even days. Lapland during winter is of course an experience, with the never ending darkness during mid-winter. Or the midnight sun in the summer, when the sun doesn't set at all. It is already fully dark, but still the air is warm. Julien is still wearing only the towel. Already I feel like I have known Julien and Christine for longer than what it really has been, just some hours during these two days. We are silent for a while. My thoughts suddenly return to what we are soon to experience. I hear Christine moving next to me and suddenly I am very conscious of her closeness. Her warmth seems to radiate and spread to my groin and I can sense which way all of our thoughts are now wandering. 'Christine had an idea earlier, didn't you Christine?', Julien says finally. 'There was something you wanted to do, wasn't there?' Christine squirms on her lounger. I look at her as she is looking at her hands. She is blushing again, and seems to fight her inhibitions. Finally she clears her throat and says in a whisper 'Yes... I was wondering...Archie...if you would like to... take a bath with me...before we...you know...' Bath. This was unexpected, but in a few seconds my mind imagines me alone in the bathtub with the divine Christine there with me, her breasts covered in soap foam, our hands venturing under the surface and exploring our bodies and my dick jumps to full attention. I take only a second to answer 'I would love to, Christine.' She sighs in obvious relief, and as I watch Julien, he is smiling and looking at both of us. 'Well, you guys continue here, I will set up the bath for you.' and he stands up and goes to their room. I look at Christine, and she glances at me, smiling shyly, but then we both look into the darkness and in the silence of the night I can hear the bath start filling up. We don't talk for a while. We are both too excited about what is happening soon, how our fantasy is coming true tonight. I see Christine's glass is empty so I offer to pour her more wine, and she gladly accepts, putting her hand on mine as I fill her glass, then fill mine. I look into her eyes as she says thank you, and I can see the spark and desire fill them. Julien still has not come back, and I gather all my courage and, setting down the wine bottle, I lean in slowly, and as I get closer, she raises her face to mine and slowly our lips meet in a kiss in the darkness of the terrace. Her lips feel cool and soft and full with promise, and I can taste the wine on her lips, as after a moment her mouth opens hungrily and her tongue slips my lips as if teasing. We continue to kiss and I lay my hand on her bare shoulder, and I can hear her set down the glass and then I feel her hands on my shoulders, pulling me closer. The dark, warm evening and the world seems to fade away, as the whole universe suddenly seems to consist of those full lips kissing mine, and those eager hands exploring my body, and the feeling or her lithe body covered only by the thin dress. A cough interrupts us, and Julien is standing next to us, now dressed in shorts and a shirt, and he is smiling as we break off and return to our seats. 'The bath is ready, my lady.', Julien says with a teasing voice. Christine again looks at her husband in a mocking, yet smiling way, and, taking her wine glass, stands up, then holds a hand towards me. I don't need further encouragement. I take my glass and follow her, and I notice Julien looking at us with a smile and sitting down on the lounger. I follow Christine to their room, and the sway of her hips under the thin dress is captivating. I almost cannot stop myself touching that thin waist and those perfect hips, but I manage to contain myself. Next to their bed, she stops, sets her wine glass on the night table and turns around, taking my glass and setting it next to hers. Looking at my eyes, she slowly raises her hands and opens the top button of my shirt, then slowly the next button, and the next. At this, she stops and her hands reach in my shirt and on my chest. I reach and put my hands on her hips as she lowers her gaze and her hands are moving on my chest and she takes in the feel of my chest muscles. She opens another button and another, and then grabs and pulls off the shirt. She then slowly lifts her hand to the straps of her dress and pulls one strap over the shoulder and lets it drop. I cannot resist but bend down and kiss her exposed neck as she slowly drops her other strap, and her dress falls down the floor. The most beautiful woman I have ever seen is standing in front of me, her lovely full breasts with the dark nipples inches away from my skin. She now reaches for my shorts and, bending down, pulls them off. My cock jumps as it is freed from the constraints of the shorts. We stand closer and closer and lean in for another passionate kiss, with my dick hard between us, squeezed between us and pulsing with expectation. Christine breaks off the kiss and smiles to me. 'Come.', she says and taking her glass, turns around, walking towards the bathroom. I follow her to the bathroom, which is lit by four candles. The bathtub is full and there is foam on the water. If I thought Christine looked beautiful before, in the darkness of the bathroom, lit by candlelight, she looks like the goddess Aphrodite. She steps into the bathtub and gestures me to join her. The tub is slightly small for two people, and our legs are a jumble, with her legs raised to my shoulders, and my legs on each side of her waist. My dick is right against her pussy, in the middle of her thighs. The soap makes our skin slippery. We giggle a bit as our limbs are touching ticklish places, and we smile at each other expectantly. I take her foot in my hand and massaging it and her calf, I can see she is enjoying this. I move to the other foot, and with it slippery with soap, I massage her foot soles and toes and she closes her eyes and sighs in pleasure. I move my hands up her legs and as they reach the inside of her thighs she is clearly breathing in deeper and deeper. I stop just short of her pussy and she seems slightly disappointed but then returns the favor by squeezing her thighs together so that my dick is tightly closed between her legs. She then starts to move up and down and the pleasure of having my cock massaged beneath the foam bath by those divine legs is soon forcing me to sigh in pleasure. The soft yet firm squeeze of her legs is driving me closer and closer to actually come under the water and after a minute I have to stop her moving. She smiles knowingly and releases my dick from the wonderful captivity. Suddenly she rises and turns around, so that her back is toward me. Her narrow waist is just at the foamy water, and she has her hair up with a hairband. Her back is a beautiful smooth triangle, her delicate but yet quite wide shoulders narrowing down to the impossibly narrow waist. She is sitting in my lap, her butt is on my still hard cock. I reach out and my hands find their way on her stomach, and start to caress her slippery chest, reaching closer to her breasts. As I finally, slowly and almost timidly reach my fingers to cup her breasts, she sighs in relief and pleasure and her mouth is on my ear as she leans her head back. 'Touch me there please Archie.', I can hear her, and I am happy to oblige. My right hand moves slowly down her stomach and arrives at her mound, I slowly tease her by circling her pussy lips but not touching them. My hand moves to the inside of her right thigh, then the left, then returning to her stomach, but not quite touching her pussy. I can feel her trying to raise her hips to meet the touch of my fingers, but I don't allow her the satisfaction just yet. I continue this for a minute, and then with a long determined movement, I raise my right hand to her chin. 'Now.' I whisper and my right hand begins to move down, slowly but not stopping, inch by inch the fingers are creeping with smooth speed movement towards her waiting pussy. They pass the middle of her breasts, then her navel, and I can hear and feel her anticipating the next seconds as finally my fingers reach her pussy and my middle finger finds her clit and I can feel the moistness in her and, simultaneously biting her earlobe, I make just one movement with my finger and at that exact moment she instantly comes and her back arches and her shoulders press against my chest as she comes with an orgasm. After a minute, her breath is slowing down, and she is landing down from the flight of pleasure. She turns and kisses me, and I can feel that she was satisfied, but in the kiss I can sense still more hunger, I can feel that her satisfaction was not yet complete. She still yearns for more. As do I. We lull in the sweet afterglow of her orgasm, but after a minute, she turns around again so that her back is at the other end of the tub. 'Archie. That was wonderful.', she whispers. 'But I have another request for you.' 'What is it? Your wish is my command!' I say in a funny voice. She smiles, and says 'Well, yesterday, when I first saw you... you know... without your clothes. I noticed that you are ... you know... you don't have any... you are completely... shaved.' 'Yes, I feel good about myself this way, I like to feel smooth.', I answer. 'Well, I was thinking... seeing you like that, it got me thinking. Maybe you would like me more... I would like...would you like to shave me?' Talk about dropping bombs. The beautiful woman that I have just flicked into ecstasy, asks me to shave her pussy. This evening is not going anything like I imagined. It is way past anything I ever dared to imagine. 'Christine, I... you dont have to do this for me. You are so beautiful already.', I finally manage to answer after recovering. 'But I would like to try it, I have never been completely smooth down there before.' 'Christine, of course if you want, I would love to do it.' 'Great!' She whispers, and reaching back, she produces a shaving kit, and standing up, sits down on the edge of the bathtub. Her pussy is now inches away from my face, covered with soapy foam. I get the razor, and leaning in, I touch her crotch and spread the foam and feel her smoothness. She really doesn't have a lot to shave down there, only the small patch of hair just atop her pussy. I carefully bring the razor closer and, stretching her skin, I start to shave Christine's pussy. She sighs in pleasure as someone else than herself is using the razor on her most sensitive area. I work carefully, in slow, smooth motions, not applying a lot of pressure and moving the razor carefully, and working my fingers to stretch the skin or her pussy. I can feel her pussy juices as my fingers move around her. In no time at all, I am all done and I splash a little water on her to reveal the totally hairless look of goddess in front of my face. I lean in and bring my face closer and give a gentle kiss on her totally bared pussy and she sighs in pleasure. I put down the razor and bring my hand to her pussy with my other hand on her waist, and kiss her down there more eagerly. She tastes divine, intoxicating, like water scented with the most precious perfume. My mouth presses on her pussy more deeply and suddenly I can feel her hand on the back of my head, edging me on, finding a common rhythm. I am licking the pussy of the most beautiful woman I have ever seen, the woman who I fucked with my finger a moment ago, the woman whose pussy I shaved bare a minute ago. I bring the tip of my finger on her opening and as I keep licking, I slowly enter one finger inside her. She is dripping wet and I can feel her desire build again as she is grabbing my hair with more force and returning the movement of my finger each time I push it deeper inside her. A second finger joins the first and she cannot help it anymore but explodes on my fingers and face, I can feel her squirting her juices on my palm and my mouth as she grabs my hair almost painfully with both her hands and cries out. After the tension leaves her, she falls back into the bath into my lap and we recover again from her second orgasm. 'Oh my god. Archie. That was wonderful. Thank you.', she says. 'That was my pleasure.', I answer truthfully. 'Now I owe you two orgasms.' 'Come on Christine, this is not a competition.' 'No it isn't. But anyway, I am going to make you come. In me. I want you in me. Now.' Without more words, she stands up, dripping wet in front of me, grabs a towel, and gestures me to get out of the bath. She suddenly seems more bold and demanding, as if her two orgasms at my hands have let her find her inner strength and resolve. She proceeds to dry me up, and when I am dry, she takes another towel, and dries herself in while I am standing there in front of her. I take a sip of wine, as she finishes and leads us back to the bedroom. Julien is now sitting in the chair in the bedroom, and the doors outside are closed. He has lit another two candles on both the night tables. Christine leads me out to the bed and pushes me to sit on the bed. My dick is hard and as Christine kneels in front of me, she takes my cock into her mouth and starts to lick and suck the tip of my penis as both me and her husband are watching eagerly. After a while, it is only Julien watching as I have to close my eyes for the pleasure and concentrate in not coming again into Christine's mouth. She feels this and slows down and then stops her sucking, and then stands up. 'Please Archie, can you lie back on the bed, so that you have your back on the headboard?' I follow her instructions, so that I am on the bed, almost sitting. My dick is hard and pointing up at the ceiling. Christine is standing next to the bed, her hungry eyes taking in my body and my eager cock. She glances quickly at Julien who is stroking his cock through the fabric of his shorts. Removing the hairband, Christine gets onto the bed, her hair now open and flowing. She moves so that she is in top of me, her back to her husband, and facing me. Her hair is falling on my face as she reaches and kisses me. 'I want to ride you until you come into my pussy, Archie.', she says. She almost makes me come right there with just her whispering these words to my ear, but I want to make her wish come true. She moves slowly and positions herself on her knees so that my dick is ready to enter her pussy lips, and then she slowly lowers her hot, moist, tight hole on my swelling, pulsing dick until it is all buried in her. I manage not to explode into her even though I am in seventh heaven with the sight of the beautiful figure above me, Christine's hair sweeping my chest and face. The she starts to move, up, and down, slowly. Each time my dick is completely outside her pussy and then she slowly lowers herself back so that her tight hole is squeezing the root of my cock. Each thrust is pleasure like I haven't ever felt before. She has her hands on my shoulders, feeling my shoulder muscles, then on my back with her fingernails clawing me, then on my chest, feeling my chest muscles and twisting my nipples. All the time she continues to ride me. Slightly increasing the speed, but slowly, teasingly slowly, as if knowing that if she would speed up too soon, I would come all too soon, spoiling her fun and her plans. She reaches behind her back and I can feel her fingers caress my balls again, her fingernails squeezing my sacks and she pulls on my balls slightly, and then I can feel her finger explore further downwards, to my ass. I don't stop her, as I like women to touch me there, instead I pick up speed of my thrusts. She touches around my asshole with her fingers as she is riding my cock. Is this a signal? Does she also crave touch there? I move my hands on her ass and spread her ass cheeks wider as she continues to explore my balls and my ass. She then turns around, with her back at me and her perfect butt in my total and uninhibited view. She leans forward and I am rewarded with a fine sight as I can see my dick go in and out her bare, shaved pussy. My cock disappears completely each thrust as she raises her pussy and slams it back down. She has her hands on my legs and continues to ride me at an ever increasing rhythm. I cannot remove my eyes from the sight as my cock fucks her tight pink hole and her small asshole is right in front of me. The sight is unbelievably erotic. I put my hands on her ass again and help her motions as she raises her ass up and down as we fuck in front of Julien's intent gaze. Slowly I now move my thumbs and spread her ass cheeks and she seems to like this. I move my hands closer to her asshole, and she just moans with expectation and picks up speed, so after a while I move one of my thumbs right on top of her hole as my dick keeps on pounding her pussy. She rewards me with a sigh of pleasure and resumes to pick up speed of her humping. Encouraged, I spit on my thumb and start to revolve it around her anal opening as she continues to let out sounds that clearly show to me that she not only doesn't find this pleasurable, but has in fact yearned for such touch and just didn't want to ask me. I return each of her riding motions now with more feverish eagerness and we meet each others thrusts in perfect synchronization and I am pressing my thumb with more force inside Christine's butt. Suddenly, she again turns around, facing me. She kisses me and whispers 'Later, Archie. I want you there later.' I can't believe what I am hearing, but I can't really focus anymore as she keeps moving up and down on my dick and her breasts are bouncing in front of me, her nipples hard and her areolas large and dark. I lean in and suck her breasts and she sighs out in pleasure. From the corner of my eyes, I can see Julien is now naked and stroking his dick in faster and faster motions in the corner of the room. Christine now leans back even further than before, with her hands on my legs, her head bent back toward the terrace doors. I can see her shaved pussy as my dick enters it again and again. I am close to coming now and I am sure so is she. She leans back more and more, impossibly far, with her knees bent almost to her butt now and I cannot see her head clearly anymore, only her breasts and her stomach. Her back now touches my legs as she is leaning so far back that her head is at the other end of the bed. I stand up a bit straighter leaning now to my hands. Her legs are spread wide, my dick is entering her pussy as she cannot anymore ride me, I am fucking her as the best I can with her back on my legs, her knees bent totally, her head at the other end of the bed and her hands spread wide. She is still meeting my each thrust with all the motion she can generate in her awkward position. I am wondering how long she can remain there, but we are very close to coming now, I am seconds away and from her excited moans she cannot be far either. Suddenly I notice Julien standing up, and with his dick hard, and he walks to Christine's face. Standing up a bit again, I can see her opening her mouth eagerly, and slowly Julien sinks his dick in Christine's mouth as I am fucking her pussy. She is leaning back with her back on my legs and the edge of the bed, and her head is over the edge of the bed now, bent even more back. I can see Julien's cock enter her mouth deeper and deeper. Her throat is now bent to receive her husbands' dick completely and I can now see Julien push deeper and deeper into her mouth as I push deeper and deeper into her pussy. The Mediterranean Guesthouse Ch. 02 Julien touches her tits now with both hands, squeezes them together, and I can see his dick bulge Christine's throat with each deep throat thrusting motion, and the sight is too much for me. With a few final desperate thrusts, I feel my load start to come and I don't hold back, crying out as I shoot my cum inside Christine's pulsing pussy. At this, Julien pulls out from Christine's mouth and his dick shoots incredible arc of cum on her tits and stomach, some of the load landing all the way on her pussy and my cock. Again and again Julien's dick shoots arcs and arcs of cum as I watch the load splash on Christine's breasts, stomach, pussy and my dick, which is still entering and exiting her pussy. Her pussy is now flowing from my cum and Julien's. We recover from the orgasm, and help Christine from her, possibly uncomfortable position. The three of us lie on the bed, with Christine in the middle and me on one side, Julien on the other side. 'Did you like it, Archie?', she asks 'It was unforgettable.', I say truthfully. I think will probably never have sex like this again. 'Sorry, I was so selfish. I have had the fantasy to have two men like this for a long time, riding one, and then, on my back, having Julien fuck me in the mouth like he did. I hope you liked it too.' 'You can be sure I did like it. A lot!', I answer. 'Good!' We lie in the bed some more, and then Christine stands up and says she wants a shower. 'But, don't disappear yet, Archie. I promised you something.' At this, my dick seems to jump a little. Incredible. After coming only moments earlier, I seem to have soon recovered, maybe for a new round. What was this promise she is talking about? We can hear Christine in the shower, and we stay with Julien on the bed. I don't know really what one is supposed to say to a man after fucking her wife in front of him. I just congratulate him that he is one lucky man to have such a wife. 'I know, I am the luckiest man alive!', he answers. I could maybe disagree with him right now, I feel pretty lucky myself. Christine emerges from the shower, fresh and smelling of bath gel. She jumps back to the bed, between Julien and me. She is on her knees in front of us, and her hands start to move up our legs to reach for our cocks under the sheets. I can already feel my dick is halfway hard. It feels hard to breathe as I watch beautiful Christine between us, with her right hand on my thigh, and her left hand on Julien's. Her hand creeps upwards and she pulls the sheet from my dick, which is now almost hard and rests on my stomach. She reaches for my smooth balls and cups them in her hand. 'Guys, I want you both.', she says as she grabs my cock in her hand and pulls so that Julien and me have no choice but to move closer to her. She puts one knee between my legs and her other knee between Julien's and bends forward. My dick is now right on her lips, and she has Julien's dick on her other hand, just inches away from mine. She looks at me as she takes my dick in her mouth and I can feel her warm mouth as she sucks my member to full alertness. Her eyes do not leave mine as she lifts her mouth away, but her hand continues to squeeze my shaft. She continues to watch me as she now sinks Julien's cock into her mouth. Our dicks now get to alternate in her hot lips as she first sucks me, then Julien, and then again me. Then she forces us to come even closer, and our dicks are now almost touching, only millimeters from each other. She watches each of us in turn as she slowly lowers her head and takes both of our cocks in her mouth at the same time. The feeling is incredible, my dick inside her mouth and touching the dick of another man. She sucks and I can feel her tongue exploring the novelty of two dicks. I can feel Julien thrusting against Christine's hand and mouth and I start to do the same. We are fucking her mouth both simultaneously. The sight is incredibly arousing, and in no time at all we are both battle-ready. Christine notices this and straightens her back and lets go of our dicks. She moves herself on top of Julien, while still watching me. I feel slightly disappointed at this. She then looks at me and whispers 'Archie... I liked it when you had your finger on my ass.' I look at her, first not believing what I am hearing. Do I understand her right? She lowers herself with familiar motions on top of her husband's cock, and she starts to ride him slowly. Christine's eyes do not leave mine as I lie next to them, watching Christine ride Julien. Her breasts are swaying and Julien grabs her tits and kisses them. Still Christine is watching me, now with her eyes half closed. She reaches behind her and sets her hand on her butt. I rise from the bed, my cock now fully erect and still slippery from Christine's sucking and her saliva. I walk slowly behind her, and she is watching me as far as she can. She has her hands on her ass, and I can see her tight asshole in front of me. She is now moving faster and riding Julien's cock. I can hear her breathing harder and deeper. Her dark brown hair falls down on her shoulders and her round ass is in front of me. I move closer and go onto my knees on the bed. My dick is now right at her asshole. Their movement slows down. 'Please, Archie.', she says. I start to push slowly, my hard dick against her asshole. She sighs with pleasure at the initial touch of my dick at the sensitive anal opening. I push a bit more but still her hole resists me. I push a little, then pull back, then push, then pull back, and with each thrust I can sense her hole opening a bit wider and herself relaxing. After a minute of this I can sense the time has come to thrust my dick inside her ass. I push more, and she tenses against me, as my slippery and hard dick slides inside her incredibly tight ass. I slide in slowly as she has her hand on my stomach, controlling the speed and depth of entry. I can feel the tight squeeze of her ass on my cock. I push as deep as I can, and she sighs when I stop. I pause for a while, allowing her to accommodate me. Julien starts to move again, to fuck her from below. Christine and me still are motionless, but I can feel her relax more, and Julien picks up speed as he is fucking her pussy. I pull back and push on Christine's ass, then push my cock back into her ass. She responds with a sigh of pleasure. I pull back further and push back deeper, and can feel her hole relax more. My dick is now sliding in and out her ass, and the feeling is amazing. Her tight asshole is squeezing my cock as her husband is fucking her tight pussy. We start to move together, me pushing while Julien is pulling out, then me pulling out while Julien's dick is pushing in. Then we change rhythm, both of us pushing in at the same time and both of us pulling out at the same time. Christine is now sighing and moaning in pleasure 'Yes! Yes! Oui! Oui!' I grab her wrists, then her elbows and bend them back and hold her. Her breasts bounce in direct view of her husband as she has her shoulders pulled back. Julien grabs her waist and starts to really fuck her, pounding his dick in and out in impossibly fast rhythm. She is totally lost in the sensations of being held by her hands, and being fucked into the ass by a man while she is riding her husband's dick. I can feel her coming closer to yet another orgasm and I pick up my pace. I pull out my cock each thrust and I can see her asshole remain open and then I slam my dick inside her slippery awaiting hole with a fast thrust, repeating this over and over and hearing her moan at each thrust. I myself am closer and closer to my orgasm, and I suddenly feel Julien cry out and pick up his pace even more. He then shoots his load into Christine's pussy and I cannot hold back but with a last burst of energy I slam my dick up to the hilt inside Christine's ass and come inside her butt. She receives my load and answers each of my orgasmic thrusts with her ass, her ass slamming my hips as I thrust deep inside her. Finally we are all spent and we collapse on the bed once more. We come to some minutes later, Christine is again between Julien and me, her face is glowing, her hand is on my chest and she has a content look on her face. 'Wow. Archie. That was amazing. I felt... so full... with you and Julien in me at the same time.' Again, I am at a loss on what to say. I have my hands stroking her shoulder and her back and I fondle her hair. 'Christine, this has been an amazing evening.' I say. 'I was waiting for this but this has been more incredible than I could imagine.' I wonder should I say to them that this was best sex I have ever had, and finally I decide that I want to tell them this. 'Archie, this was my fantasy. And you fulfilled it.' she answers. 'I was a bit hesitating at first but when I got to know you, I knew that you were the one I wanted to realize my fantasy with. And it was better than I could imagine. I feel so good and happy now. Thank you.' She leans over and kisses first me and then rolls on her back and kisses Julien, long and passionately. I watch, and when they finally finish, we lie a bit longer in the bed together, me and Julien stroking Christine's back as she slowly closes her eyes and eventually falls asleep between us. I look over to Julien and I mouth the words 'Good night' in a silent whisper as I ease out of the bed without waking her up. I stand up and open the terrace doors, and as I look back one final time on this amazing night, Julien has his hand on Christine's sleeping figure and he lays his head next to hers on the pillow. TO BE CONTINUED TEASER – TEASER – TEASER The Mediterranean Guesthouse – chapter 3 " ... after the swim in the crystal clear water, we dry off and lie down on the beach towels on smooth sand. Kate sets her towel quite close to mine. The cool seawater felt so good after a hot day, but now the wind feels a bit cold on my skin after the swim. Thankfully the sun is still some ways up the horizon and the sun's rays soon warm me up. I glance over to Kate, and notice that she still has goosebumps on her skin. 'You cold?', I ask. 'A bit, she says. The sun isn't as warm now as it was earlier.', she answers, 'I have to sit up to get more rays.'. With this, she sits up as I lie down on my back. Her quite small yellow string bikini looks awesome against her tan skin. She is in great shape. She leans back on her hands and I steal looks at her tight abdomen and the curve of her tits. She has very nice breasts, not large but very shapely and the bikini is really doing them justice. Her long, tan legs are spread out to catch the sun's last rays and the string of her bikini bottom is right there, next to my right hand. I sit up also, and look over to her, with her head leaning back and her neck exposed to the sun. Her tits are soaking in the sun, slightly whiter than the rest of her skin, looking soft and smooth. I can see her nipples through the fabric of the bikini, and as I drop my gaze lower, I can see her hips stretch the bikini bottom so as to lift if clear off her lower abdomen, and I can almost see down her bikini front. I spy more smoothness down there..." TEASER – TEASER – TEASER The Mediterranean Guesthouse Ch. 03 The cold air coming in from darkness of the open window wakes me up. I am sleeping naked with only the sheet and no blanket, which was enough on the previous nights. But tonight is clearly much colder. Shivering, I rise up and look outside via the open window. It is still perfectly dark, and Kate turns off all the outside lights for the night. I can just about make out the trees close to the house, and only seeing the light of the stars change to total darkness gives out where the sky ends and the hills begin. The night is silent, no sound coming even from the road in the valley. It seems like the whole world is sleeping. Wide awake now, slightly cold, I lean to the windowsill and continue to look out. The house is silent, I can't hear anything from the room next to me, and Kate's room downstairs is in a different wing of the house, I have not heard anything from that part of the house even on previous nights. Although, from her reaction on the breakfast, evidently the sounds from our lovemaking did reach her on the night before. Stars appear so bright here, outside the city lights. The look of the sky is different from back home, it must be because this place is so much further south than where I live. I listen to the night as my thoughts return to the fact that this one week of vacation is now halfway over. In a few days I will be returning back home. Somehow, at this moment, the daily grind of waking up, going to work, shopping, gym, back home, watch TV, go to sleep, it all seems so distant. Like from a another life. I have never had a vacation like this before, and somehow, deep down I know I will never again feel the same as I do just now. There is never a second chance to live your fantasy for the first time. Last two nights with Christine and Julien were my first time making love with another couple. I have fantasized about that for years, but just have not met anyone to make my fantasy a reality until now. Thinking about the perfect couple in the next room, I am stunned how lucky I have been to meet them here. Also, I am feeling sad that as fast and unexpected as our meeting was, it will also be over so soon. They are staying here only for two more nights. The thought enters my mind that I have no right to assume the events on the two previous nights are repeated on the remaining nights with them in the next room. Even if I do feel a connection to them, especially to Christine. Everything seems to snap in place so easily when we are together, chatting on the terrace or over breakfast, and I think I am getting the same feeling of being in sync from them. But will it change, now that we lived out Christine's fantasy? I hope and I believe that it would not change, and that perhaps the coming two nights would be as exciting as the two before. My body remembers the incredible feeling of making love to Christine some hours ago. I remember the feeling of my dick sliding inside her when she was bent backwards, her back resting on my legs with her head receiving Julien's cock. My eyes drank the sight as eagerly as the parched throat of a thirsty wanderer would drink from an oasis. The sight of me entering her perfect ass from behind, holding her from the elbows as I enter her again and again with Julien's hands on her waist and his mouth on her tits, her sighs and moans exposing her pleasure at our thrusts and touch. Right at this moment, It feels like these sights of Christine are burned to my memory forever. I can remember the soft candlelight on Christine's skin, the smell of soap and the sight of foam on her breasts while we were in bath, and the jumble of our limbs in the cramped bathtub, my cock between her thighs next to her waiting pussy. And maybe there is still two nights more with them! Even after two unbelievably thrilling nights, we still might have more time together if we all still want to explore this further. After feeling slightly sad at only having them in my life for such short time, I realize that possibly our time together is still not over, and I will anyway have the most exciting memories from this vacation. My mood lifts up. Breathing in the cool night air, I hear the earliest rooster cry in the valley. I glance at the night clock app on the cell, it is a little after 3 am. Closing the windows, I go back to the bed, grabbing a blanket. Under the sheet and the blanket, sleepy warmth soon returns to my body, and I picture the couple next door sleeping tightly curled next to each other, breathing in harmony in their sleep. I feel the longing of having someone next to me, a warm body under the same covers. The last thought I have before sleep reaches me is that Kate is downstairs, probably soundly asleep in her own bed, but as alone as I am right now. Sun is already high when I wake up, sweaty under the sheets. The extra blanket was too much. Looking at the clock, it is close to breakfast time, so I jump up and do my short morning workout and stretching. After a quick shower, I feel rested, fresh and ready to welcome the rest day. No riding today, I want to tour some of the local sights and maybe find a nice beach for the evening to do a sunset swim. Taking the lonely planet guidebook with me, I head downstairs for breakfast. Walking past the kitchen, I spot Kate carrying plates to the breakfast table. 'Good morning, Kate.' 'Good morning, Archie! I trust you had a nice night again?' she asks with a twinkle in her look. It seems that again, what happened upstairs wasn't kept secret, and I admit in all the excitement last evening, I forgot to watch out for crying out too loudly. But, as before, Kate doesn't seem to mind, and this is a relief to me. 'Well, yes I did have a nice day, and evening yesterday.' I reply with a smile. 'Can I help you with any of the breakfast stuff?' She accepts, pointing at the tray on the kitchen table, full of jam and butter and fresh loaves of bread. We walk outside and I sit down at my usual place as she finishes setting the table. She asks me about my ride yesterday and I tell her that it was really great, but today I want to rest and act like a normal tourist, touring some of the sights and then head for a beach. 'Sounds good, I might be able to give you some hints on what beach to choose. I love to go to the beaches, and there are so many here to choose from. Just a minute, I will have your coffee ready soon.' she says as she goes back into kitchen to set up the coffee. Enjoying some muesli and yogurt and local fruit, I read through the guidebook on some of the ruins and museums. I did not get details yesterday from Christine and Julien, so I am eager to ask to which places they went yesterday. They must be are sleeping in this morning as they are nowhere to be seen. 'What kind of beach would you like to visit?' Kate asks when she shows up with the steaming coffee pot. The delicious smell of the freshly ground coffee is like a drug. 'Well, I really don't like crowds, so I was hoping to find a beach that would be farther out and without a lot of tourists. Actually, my plan was to drive to the west of the island, and check out a beach during sunset in the evening.' 'Oh, well, I have not been to the beaches on the west coast yet so I can't really offer you any advice what to choose, although I have heard a lot of good things on the beaches on the Lara peninsula.' Lara rings a bell, I have read about it in the guidebook. The undeveloped stretch of beach about half an hour to the north of Paphos was highly recommended in the guidebook. I look it up on the book and read on what the experts had to say. It seems the beach is reached with a very rough road so it is usually almost deserted and the sunsets are the best on the island. 'Sounds excellent! I think I would like to go and check it out today!' I say. 'You know, Archie, if you are going, and if it is no trouble, I would like to see the beach also. I have not been there before.' she says, slightly timidly and with a question in her voice. I look up to her and realize that to have company on the beach would be really nice, and especially to have a pretty woman like Kate there with me. 'That is a great idea, I would love to have company.' I answer truthfully. 'Great! Actually, I have some other maps of the area, let me fetch them.' She smiles at this and gives me a long look and then goes out to fetch the other maps. Kate on the beach with me. In a swimsuit. A sunset, warm evening. My mind races to overdrive, only now really understanding what a romantic setting it is probably going to be. But what kind of signal is this? What is Kate thinking? What am I thinking? I have been so overwhelmed at the events with Christine and Julien, I have not given any thought at all that Kate might be interested in me. Is she? I now remember her smiles and her teasing references at the obvious erotic escapades upstairs, and I realize that it is possible, she might be interested in me. But I can't be sure yet. Am I interested in her? It takes me a few seconds to admit that I am, and the thought of a private and intimate trip to a secluded, deserted beach suddenly hits me like a hammer. This vacation is throwing me curveballs like no other before. The meeting of the wonderful, sexy couple upstairs and now with the trip to a beach with Kate? 'Here we are. Let's see now.' Kate gets back with a couple more detailed maps of the Lara area. She sets them on the table and we both bend over to get a better look. She is quite close to me now. I can feel the warmth of her shoulder and I can smell her hair in the morning breeze. We are not quite touching, but as I lean in to get a better look and get even closer to her, she does not move, and I can think I can sense that she is enjoying the closeness of me. Is this just me being hopeful, imagining things? The next few minutes, I find it difficult to concentrate on the maps. I think I am saying the "uh" and "ah" in all the right places, but I am just so stunned at her standing so close to me. I am confused by the lack of signals from her before, and now when Kate seems like another person, I am doubting my skill to read her right. Looking at Kate and trying to see if she is thinking same kind of thoughts as me, but I fail to figure her out. I curse myself, my over-analyzing style and sensitivity to what other people might be thinking. A more bold person would just go in the moment, taking what life offers, without thinking so much, without trying to understand everything and making decisions. She looks at me and I look into her light gray eyes and I think I see interest and possibly desire there. Or maybe it is just potential desire. Like when you are hiking and happen to a log cabin, and go out back to check the stack of wood piled against to the back wall, you don't know if the wood is dry and if it catches fire instantly and leaps into flames. You have to touch it and feel it and try it to know if the flames are there just waiting to be unleashed. Or, the wood could be new and fresh and it will not light. I don't know Kate so well yet, and she doesn't know me, but all the signals are there that the wood is bone dry, just waiting for a match. I shake myself and decide that for once, I want to be bold and live, take the things life throws my way. Weirdly, even with all these thoughts running trough my head, we seem to have reached a plan, agreeing that we should leave to the beach in the afternoon, around three o'clock, she has some errands to run during the day. I sit back and finish my breakfast, browsing through the guidebook to look for something interesting to do during the day, when I hear Julien and Christine coming down. 'Good morning, Archie!' Christine says, arriving to the table. 'Good morning!' I say, standing up. Christine leans in and kisses my cheek briefly, with her hands on mine. She is wearing khaki capris and a blouse. The scent of the bath soap on her skin brings back the memory of her in the bath with me last night. I nod to Julien, who sits down at his usual place next to mine. 'I trust you slept well?' I ask. 'Oh, yes.', she says and slightly blushing, continues in a whisper, 'I think after last night, I was so tired and satisfied and I had the most enjoyable dream... and you were in it.' I look at Julien, who winks at me. 'She woke up in the night and was pretty excited.' Christine is blushing even more. She gives her husband a teasing look and goes around the table and sits down. What does he mean? They woke up in the night and made love again? I look at both of them and realize that my jaw has dropped. Finally Christine smiles apologetically. 'We missed you.', she whispers. These people are unbelievable. Kate storms out of the house and brings another steaming pot of coffee for Julien and Christine. The moment in which we returned to the evening before, passes. After checking that we have everything we need and after chatting for a while with Julien and Christine, Kate leaves us to enjoy our breakfast in the morning air. Today it is slightly cooler than on the previous mornings. As she goes back to the kitchen she briefly puts her hand on my shoulder. The brief squeeze she gives me seems to hold promise, and after a minute I realize that, apart from the handshake on the very first night, it is the first time we have really touched. My thoughts start to wander again to the trip to the beach and for a moment I am lost in my thoughts. 'So, how are you going to spend your rest day, Archie?' Julien asks I tell them about my plan to check out the beach this evening together with Kate. 'Sounds like a lot of fun. We are thinking to go out this evening to a nice restaurant we spotted yesterday.' Hearing about Kate and me going to the beach together seems to have captivated Christine. As soon as the words left my mouth she stopped buttering her toast and now she looks quite funny with a half buttered toast on one hand and the butter knife on her other hand. She is not quite staring at me, but giving me long looks of disbelief. What does it mean? Does she feel somehow betrayed? Up until now I have got the impression from her that our "thing" is purely a sexual encounter. I consider that we are friends, and the lovemaking is exceptional, but there surely wasn't anything beyond that in our relationship? Still, I admit, we have been pretty intimate the last two days. Or rather, nights. I look at her with a silent question on my face. She turns, and looks at Julien, then looks towards the kitchen where we can hear Kate cleaning up. Finally Christine returns to look at me and with a shake of her head she seems to recover. Why was she so shocked? I am all finished with my breakfast, but I would hate to leave them like this, with unanswered questions in my mind, so I linger for a while, asking if I can get a half a cup from their coffee pot. Julien pours me some coffee and I look at him and Christine. Julien is smiling and seems to find something really amusing. It must mean that I have not offended them? Christine is still shaking her head. I burn from the desire to ask Christine about her reaction, but I don't find the words, nor the courage to do so. Finally I manage 'Christine, what is it? You look so... surprised.' She breathes in deeply, and looks at me with a smile. 'I am sorry Archie. Do not worry about it. I just...' she starts but then pauses, 'No, I will tell you later, maybe tonight.' I suddenly feel her foot touching mine under the table and she continues 'Archie, truly, I am sorry, it wasn't anything to worry about. Please, I so want you to enjoy your trip to the beach. I hope you and Kate can tell us all about it in the evening?' Returning the pressure of her foot, I feel that the old Christine I thought I knew is back. I am relieved. We are still ok. And this evening, she wants to hear about my day? It could mean that she still wants something more about next night? I breathe out, noticing only now that I have been so tense in the past few minutes. If this vacation has been full of surprises, this breakfast has been equally strange, an emotional roller coaster, but now my mood is high. I have some time to kill but a sunset trip to the beach with Kate, and then I still have potentially some time with Christine and Julien tonight. We chat some more and Kate also has finished cleaning up in the kitchen and shows up. Thinking that Kate and me will probably be back from the beach trip at around nine in the evening, we agree with Julien and Christine to meet over a glass of wine in the living room when we are all back at the guesthouse. Just as we are finished breakfast I suddenly remember to ask Julien about the places they went to see the day before. We spend a few minutes more around the map as he explains where they had been, the prehistoric settlement in Choirokotia and then the Kourion site. They both sound like nice places to see. I thank Julien and wish them a nice day. I am feeling slightly overwhelmed by all the events of the morning, I have so much to wait for from today. I decide to sit back down at the table as Julien and Christine leave for their room, and Kate is taking the last of the cereal boxes and plates inside into the kitchen. I listen the sounds of the morning. Even though the weather this morning seems slightly cooler, I think it is going to be a pretty warm day. I can hear the sounds from the village reaching the covered terrace, cars driving on the road, a dog barking, someone driving a street cleaning machine on the village main street. My thoughts keep on wandering to this afternoon's beach trip with Kate. Kate comes back from the kitchen. 'Archie, I was thinking. I have some shopping to do right now, but if you would like it, we could go and see the Kourion site together, and then I know a nice restaurant in the Paphos harbor, we could have a late lunch there before going to the beach?' 'That sounds nice! What time would you be ready to leave?' I answer. 'Maybe around noon?' 'In that case, I could drive to see the other museum Julien said and be back around that time. Yes it would be fun to go together and go to some restaurant before heading to the beach!'. The thought of spending more time with Kate before going to the beach makes me happy. She probably has had the same thought. We have not had so much time to get to know each other yet, so it will be great to get a chance to talk with her some more. 'Great!' she says. 'well, I need to hurry now, I will see you in a few hours, then!' I have a warm feeling in my chest as I go upstairs to my room. The day holds so much promise, somehow I feel even more anxious for this afternoon than on the previous day for the evening. Checking the maps, I gather the stuff I need for the Choirokotia trip and after some minutes, head back to the car and drive south towards the freeway. The drive to the ruins at Choirokotia takes a little over 40 minutes, and after some map-gazing, I spot the signs that lead me to the site. The place is a world heritage site, a village from something like eight thousand years ago. Walking up the steep hill to look at the stone and concrete round buildings it is difficult to understand the vast history of this island. There were people here living, thousands of years ago, fishing, farming, probably building shelters from bandits and weather. The feeling of history is amazing. There is only couple other tourists on the ruins, and although the freeway is quite close and the sounds of the cars passing by reach us easily, the visit is still a nice one. I walk around the paths and look at the different stone buildings and read the signs explaining the archaeological dig, and I am really enjoying myself. I hope the Kourion site is as interesting. After half an hour or so, I decide to head back to the car, checking out the reconstructed model near the entrance. The model is built like the best estimate how the buildings would have looked like all those thousands of years ago. The buildings look cozy enough and with the roofs it is easy to picture families living here, grinding grain to flour and roasting fish on the fire pit. Thanking the guard at the entrance I head back to the car and start the drive back to the guesthouse. The Mediterranean Guesthouse Ch. 03 It is half past eleven when I arrive, and Kate has not yet returned from her shopping. I go to my room and think about the afternoon trip. I better take a towel, some warmer clothes in case it gets chilly in the evening, and I also pack some soda, a couple cans of beer and some sun lotion. What else do I need? The guidebook, maybe a spare set of shorts and a shirt, but I think that is it. It is close to noon, and I heard Kate come back a while ago, so I go downstairs with my bag. Kate is in the kitchen. 'Hi!' 'Hi Archie, how was the museum?' she asks. 'It was nice.'. I tell her more about the visit as she is packing the cooler with cans of beer and cider and soft drinks. 'I am almost ready,' she says 'I will be just a minute. Could you take this to the car. Can we take your car?' 'Sure. I will just unpack the bike. Can I leave it here, to your storage shed?', I ask, as I have seen the garage behind the main house. 'Of course!' She hands me the cooler and says she will be out shortly. I go and pack my bag and the cooler to the car and take out the bike. Even though the car is small, with the rear seats folded down, the bike fits inside with the saddle and the front wheel removed. I attach the saddle and front wheel and take the bike to Kate's garage. The noon air is hot and the sun is shining high above. I put on my sunglasses and look around the house. I felt so natural and normal when talking to Kate just moments ago, but now my nerves start to come to the surface again. I feel excited, yet confused at our trip together. Kate comes out from the house, wearing dark shorts and a white top, under which I can see is a yellow bikini top. My heart jumps as I see the yellow bikini strings on her shoulders. In some hours time I will see her in just that small yellow bikini, maybe next to me on the beach! I watch her as she closes the front door. I can see the muscles in her delicate shoulders as she handles the heavy oak door. Her arms are thin but strong, like from a fitness advertisement. I try to tear my eyes away from her as she closes the door and walks to the car. I realize she is not wearing her glasses, she must have switched for contacts for the beach trip. I look at her face that I see first time without glasses. She has a pretty face, tan from all the sunlight here. While she is squinting in the sun, I can see a little bit of wrinkles around her eyes, which I think just make her look more sexy. She has her hair tied up in a ponytail, and her neck looks delicious, I can see the curve of her neck and briefly I imagine how it would feel to kiss each inch of that neck, starting from her shoulder and ending up kissing her earlobes. I have to shake myself out of these dreams as she walks to me. 'I told Julien how to get in via the back door, so they can enter the house when they want, and we don't have to hurry back.', she says, smiling at me. We sit into the car and leave towards the village, and then turn towards the freeway some kilometers to the south. The small rental car which I have been driving these past days suddenly seems a blessing, Kate in the left front seat is very close to me. As I shift gears, my left hand comes close to her knee. Her shorts ride up a little when she is sitting down, and I can see her tan legs perfectly, and as I look to her occasionally as we chat, I can feel her closeness. With my sunglasses on, she does not see where I look, so occasionally I can glance at her top, seeing her breasts bounce as the car hits a bump in the road. I ask her to tell me more about herself, how she ended up here in Cyprus, how long has she been living here. She tells me in her previous life, she had been touring the world in all manner of jobs and locations, working for companies and some organizations in the UK, US, Canada, even some of the Arab countries, but finally the traveling lifestyle got to be too much for her, and she settled down on Cyprus, at least for now. She asks about my life, and I tell her that I have been working most of my life in Finland, for Nokia, although I have been couple times working for a year in US and Canada. With Nokia's problems, I had to change jobs a few years ago, and now I work for a smaller software company, but I am loving my work very much right now. She is curious about Finland. Us Finns, we love to talk about our country to foreigners, so time flies as we drive towards Kourion. When we reach the museum entrance, I realize that we have been chatting constantly during the 40 minute drive, and I feel oddly familiar and relaxed about Kate, like she is a friend I have had for a long time already. Somehow I think she is feeling the same way. How can one feel such a connection to a person one has met a couple days ago, but only really spent a couple hours together with? It feels at the same time amazing and still weirdly true, like our personalities have instantly found a match, clicked. Getting out of the air conditioned car, the afternoon's hot air hits me like a hammer. I reach into my bag and take out a hat, to offer me at least some shade. Kate does not seem at all bothered by the almost 30 degree heat, nor by the bright sunlight. We walk to the shop and purchase the tickets. From the guidebook, the visit here was recommended to take a few hours, and the site really is huge, expanding to different directions. Kate says she was here once before, but did not see everything that time, so she is glad at the second chance. She guides me around the place as we look at the ancient greek ruins set in the beautiful seaside scenery. The coast here reminds me of south california coast. The bushes and the coastal hills look similar to the ones around San Diego. In the mid-day heat there are not a lot of tourists around, and we are relatively alone as we take in the different sights. I admire at the sight of Kate walking. She has a nice way to walk, her walking looks like she has springs in her feet, she moves so lightly. As we climb some steep stairs, I reach and offer her a hand to steady herself, and she takes my hand and holds it tightly, while looking me into my eyes. Our eyes lock for an instant and I think I feel that she is squeezing my hand a bit harder than necessary. Is that a signal? Is that her way of telling me that that short touch is what she was waiting for? In another place, we go down another stairs into a cave of sorts. It is nice and dark and cool in there, a break from the (for me) infernal heat outside, and I breathe eagerly at the cooler air. I linger, and as she starts to climb out, I forget to be a gentleman and follow her in the stairs, looking at her as she climbs out ahead of me. I can see the lines of her bikini through the fabric of her shorts. The bikini looks delightfully small, and her legs and the curve of her hips is hypnotic, swaying in front of me. When we reach outside, she stands still and turns, waiting for me. I drop my gaze and I think I am blushing a bit, but she just smiles at me. After maybe a little over an hour of touring the museum, we think we have seen enough, and we agree we are both getting hungry, so we head back to the car, and start to drive towards the city and the restaurant she was telling me about. The car with the AC on is blissfully cool after the heat. We park in the harbor and the walk to the restaurant is just a few minutes. The place is just at the water, and with a nice shade, and a breeze from the sea it is nice to sit down after all the walking. It is past two in the afternoon, and I decide it is not too early for a pint, so I order a large pint of local Keo beer. She has some house white, and we enjoy our drinks after the waiter takes our order. The ice cold beer cools me down a bit. I continue to be curious at Kate, why is she alone? I would think a pretty woman such as her would have found a companion. But I don't know how to approach this, it feels to private a topic to ask after knowing her so short time. Somehow I think she is wondering about the same thing about me. We talk some more and she asks about my family. I tell her about mine, I have one brother who is couple years younger than me and has a wife and two small kids who I love meet as often as I can. My parents are recently retired and are traveling around the world a lot. I ask about her family and she says she has two sisters living in UK as well as also her parents are retired. They visit her here at Cyprus quite often. The food arrives, and even though a second beer would be awesome, as I am driving I order a coke instead. We eat the grilled fish and it is really good, fresh from the sea. We talk some more over the meal. The conversation feels natural with her, I have no feeling of talking to a stranger. It feels like I have known her much longer. We finish, and pay leaving a suitable tip, and head back to the car. It is close to four in the afternoon, the siesta is soon over, and we head out to find the road to the beach. The road is initially going through the city center, then the suburbs, and then the houses thin out altogether. We reach the Lara peninsula natural protection site, and the road really does become more like a trail, with rough surface of pointy, sharp rocks. I feel pity at the small car and actually fear that a tire could puncture, so I drive really slowly in first gear. The car is snailing along the road. There are some other cars on the road, also rental cars. It seems no locals brave this road. I understand now why the beach must be deserted. Kate says to me that she is happy I am driving. Finally after about almost an hour of creeping along, we see a sign that points to the Lara beach on the left. The road is slightly smoother, but still full of deep holes and I have to continue to drive carefully. We reach the parking area, and there is a restaurant at the hill overlooking the beach. I park the car and we get out, looking at the beach and the sea. The sun is still some ways up on the sky. 'Well, we are finally here.' I say 'It looks lovely! There is hardly anybody on the beach.' We take our stuff and walk across the parking place to the restaurant, the steps down to the beach, which is at places dark gray sand, at other places round pebbles. There were some people at the restaurant terrace, but the beach is totally empty, we have the kilometer of sandy shore all to ourselves. I walk next to Kate as we stay silent for a while, just walking, now barefoot on the sand, and listening to the sound of the waves. With a silent agreement, we head up to the other end of the beach, as far away from the restaurant as possible. After all the tourists that I have seen on the other beaches, it feels weird to be all alone here. The sea looks inviting, it has been a hot day, and I am all for a quick splash in the cool waves. Plus, I cannot wait to see Kate in her scanty swimsuit! We reach the end of the beach and pick a spot with soft sand and spread our beach towels. She lays her towel next to mine. I am thirsty and sit down on the towel and grab a coke from the cooler. 'I am going for a swim.' she says and steps out of her shorts and pulls her top over her head. I am frozen as her long legs are revealed and the tight small bikini does little to hide her fit body. The yellow bikini is even smaller than I had hoped, and her tits stretch the top deliciously, pushing her bust to form a little cleavage. I am captivated by the sight. She turns to me. 'Want to join me?' I don't have to be asked twice. I stand up and start to unbutton my shirt as she gives me a long, teasing look and turns then and walks slowly towards the sea. Her butt is awesome in the tight bikini, and her narrow waist forms the perfect hourglass figure. I suddenly realize I would like to make love to her right there, right now. Oh, how I would like to hold my hands on that waist as she would lower herself on my cock slowly, looking at me with her hands on my chest. She reaches the waves and turns around to look at me. I finish unbuttoning my shirt and take it off. I feel her gaze on my body as I remove my shorts. I have my blue speedos underneath, now slightly showing a bulge as my dick has swollen a bit at the sight of Kate in the waves before me, waiting me to join her. I walk toward the waterline. The water feels cool initially, but not too cold. The waves hit us and we shriek as the splashes feel cool on our hot skin. The rays of the sun are bright on our eyes, we walk deeper and then swim some distance out to the waves. Being in the water feels so good after the day's heat. Kate is swimming close to me and we wonder at the clear blue water. We can see the bottom through meters of water. After some time, I decide to go back to the shore and Kate follows me. We dry up with towels and sit down on the beach towels. Kate has brought a large blanket and she folds it up to form a pillow and, opening a beer for me and a cider for herself, we lay on the beach to warm up in the late afternoon sun. The cool seawater felt so good after a hot day, but now the wind feels a bit cold on my skin after the swim. Thankfully the sun is still some ways up the horizon and the sun's rays soon warm me up. I glance over to Kate, and notice that she still has goosebumps on her skin. 'You cold?', I ask. 'A bit, she says. The sun isn't as warm now as it was earlier.', she answers, 'I have to sit up to get more rays.'. With this, she sits up as I lie down on my back. Her bikini looks awesome against her tan skin. She is in great shape. She leans back on her hands and I steal looks at her tight abdomen and the curve of her tits. She really has very nice breasts, not large but very shapely and the bikini is really doing them justice. Her long, tan legs are spread out to catch the sun's last rays and the string of her bikini bottom is right there, next to my right hand. I sit up also, and look over to her, with her head leaning back and her neck exposed to the sun. Her tits are soaking in the sun, slightly whiter than the rest of her skin, looking soft and smooth. I can see her nipples through the fabric of the bikini, and as I drop my gaze lower, I can see her hips stretch the bikini bottom so as to lift if clear off her lower abdomen, and I can almost see down her bikini front. I spy more smoothness down there. I do not know what will happen now. I would like to touch her, the feeling of wanting to feel her skin under my fingers is burning. Looking at her face, her eyes closed with her soaking in the last rays of the afternoon, looking at her tan cheeks and her lips I feel desire to rise up in me, desire to kiss her lips, to feel her respond to my kisses and touch, and to feel her body touch mine. She still looks cold, so I look behind us, and take the blanket, spreading it out. I then throw it around my shoulders. 'Kate, we would be warmer here together, under the blanket.' With a smile, she moves closer without saying a word. I put my hand on her shoulders holding the blanket and she moves so that our legs are touching and her side is next to my side. She puts her left hand on my thigh. It feels cool, even cold, but most of all, the touch of her hand on my skin feels good. 'Wow, your hands are pretty cold.' 'You feel so warm, thanks for the blanket. I actually was almost freezing after the swim.' she says. Her right hand moves to touch my belly. It feels even better, and I have to actually fight a little not to sigh out in pleasure as her hand reaches around me and touches my sensitive side. She lays her head on my shoulder as we watch the sun drop ever closer to the horizon. The day has been unbelievable, and this moment is all I ever could have hoped. A sunset on a empty beach, with beautiful Kate sitting next to me, touching me, and after talking with her all day, we are now silent, just listening the waves and the evening breeze. My day with Kate has been so great, and we seem to get along so well, that I feel she might want the evening to still hold more promise. I realize that I want to make love to her, and I hope that she is thinking the same thing, hoping that I want her too. 'Kate, today has been perfect. I have really enjoyed it.', I whisper, in timid voice. But she is so close she has no trouble to hear me. She turns to look at me and her pretty face is so close to mine. 'Me too, Archie.' I lean in closer and she lifts her face and parts her lips and slowly our lips meet in a kiss. The sound of the waves seem to disappear, I only have the hearing for her excited breathing. The feel of the cool wind troubles me no longer, I only feel the closeness of her body how her hands now dig deeper into my side, then by back as we turn more towards each other. Neither one of us wants to break the first kiss, and our lips and now tongues continue to explore. In the instant of the first touch I felt her desire and hunger for my touch, and it is now growing in both of us. Without fully aware of it and without breaking off the kiss, we have fallen back to the towels, her on her back beneath me and me on my side, with my hand on her smooth belly, caressing her belly and her sides, our bodies touching, her hands now tightly grabbing my shoulders and pulling me closer. Our breathing is harder now and my desire for her makes my manhood grow in the speedos as if clawing for a way out, a release from the thin fabric prison. Finally, I pull away and look at her eyes, finding there understanding. We have crossed a line, together. We both want this, and the happy anticipation of a moment ago we both shared is now morphing to realization that what we both hoped is now coming true. We want to make love, we want to be lovers on this perfect beach. Her expression is of longing, of longing for our lips to meet again, for longing for my body to be even closer to hers. She is pulling on my shoulders. 'Archie, please, kiss me again.' I obey, and press closer to her. She can now feel my excitement as my erection presses against her thigh and I can feel her eager reaction at this, she is hungry for me, for my touch. My hands wander more bravely on her body, down at her hips, then up, almost at her tits, but not quite. She reacts to each move of my hand and I can feel the disappointment as I do not proceed to touch her breasts. I turn so that I am on top of her, on my knees and elbows, with my cock bulging in my swimming trunks, I now lower myself so that my cock is touching her pussy through her bikini. I am rewarded with a sharp sigh of pleasure from her as my dick touches her mound, and I can feel her hips rising to meet me, to add to the pleasurable pressure. I am now kissing her neck and with the rhythm of the waves I start to thrust my bulge against her pussy, making love to her with both of our swimsuits still on. She has now broken off our kiss and her eyes are closed as she is breathing heavier and heavier, meeting each of my thrusts, and I can feel the hot moistness between her legs grow as I fuck her without penetrating her. My cock is now fully hard and the head is peeking out of my trunks and I move slightly lower, and push the head of my cock against Kate's crotch. She is moaning now and I speed up my pushes and with one hand I now finally move to touch her tits, first through the bikini, then moving my hand slowly under the cloth and caressing her sensitive nipples. She cannot take this anymore and with a muffled cry, she gasps and I can feel her whole body arc in spasms as she orgasms. I slow my movement and allow her to recover, slowly kissing her face as the tension of the climax melts away. Her eyes are closed and she is still out of this world, but my touches and kisses gently land her back to the present, back to the beach. The sound of waves return, the sun is now almost touching the horizon and the red rays of the sunset highlight the blushing, beautiful Kate beneath me. The Mediterranean Guesthouse Ch. 03 'Archie... wow. That was... just... unbelievable.' 'Hmm, it was my pleasure.' I answer her, kissing her still salty lips. I look around, but in the dusk, the beach is still completely empty. The lights from the restaurant have faded, it looks like we are still completely alone. Kate feels hot beneath me, her earlier cool hands now warm on my shoulders. 'Archie, I ... I just wanted you to know... it has been a while for me... you know... with a man...'. She seems to want me to ask so I go ahead. 'Oh, how long?' 'Six years.' I am slightly surprised. I mean she is a pretty woman, surely there would have been men wanting to make love to her. But I do not really know why she is telling me this. I do not know what to say, so I just kiss her to show my compassion. 'I think I was waiting for someone I really wanted.. and when I met you.. I realized... I... was hoping that it would be with you.', she says. Thinking that out of all the places where I could have stayed in, I chose Kate's guesthouse completely by random. I almost stayed in a large four star hotel. The things I would have missed. I do not know how to answer her in words, so I kiss her. She responds and after a while, I say 'Kate, I want to make love to you.' She answers with a nod and a hungry kiss. Moving my hand on her knee, I move her right leg to the side, and position myself between her legs, spreading them wide. I pull the blanket off my back and position it under her butt, raising it up slightly. She watches me eagerly. I grab her hands by the wrists and bend them up. 'I want you to keep your hands behind your head.', I say to her. She does as she is told and locks her hands behind her head, raising her head also up slightly from the towel. I now stand up on my knees in front of her, between her legs, and slowly take my hands to the knot on her bikini on her hip. I start pulling on the strings, slowly opening the knot. Slowly, the strings run through and finally the front of her bikini is released, and I pull it off her pussy. She has a neat triangle of brown hair over her beautiful pussy, and I glide my fingers through her bush and she shudders with pleasure at my touch. I then slowly pull my speedos down and my hard dick is finally released and jumps to full attention. 'Archie, I am not... do you have...', she says. I am one step ahead of her, and reach into my bag, producing a condom, and roll it over my erect cock. I then lower myself to her, with my dick right at her pussy lips, still moist from her orgasm minutes ago. When my cock touches her she again shudders and tries to move her hands, but I tell her not to. She has her hands behind her head, raising her head up, and she can look down on her own pussy, and slowly I enter her, first thrust only entering half of the end of my cock into her hot moist cave, then at the rhythm of the waves I slowly enter her deeper and deeper. She has her head raised up and can see my thick cock entering her pussy with the waves painted orange by the setting sun in the background. Sticking to the slow pace of the waves, I refuse to speed up. She meets each of my thrusts with increasing lusty craving, but I control the speed of our motions. Each push into her feels divine, her tightness squeezing my cock, and I fear moving any faster would make me come too soon and spoil my plan. She is begging me to move faster now, looking at my face, then returning to look at my dick entering her and the setting sun now visible between our legs each time I pull out of her. The sun is now halfway beneath the waves. The few clouds that there are are various shades of red and the first stars start to twinkle over the hills in the east. It is time. I slowly start to pick up pace, and Kate sighs in relief as she senses the intervals between the thrusts that drive her pleasure higher and higher shorten with each push. I pull my dick completely out of her tight pussy each time, then sink it in slow but determined movement back into her hot, dripping wet love cave. All the time I speed up my rhythm, each push arriving ever so slightly faster. I am very close to coming now, and each time I enter her, the pleasure is on another level, I am very soon on the point of no return. Now I put my hand behind Kate's neck and lift her head and kiss her, then I put my head next to her and look towards the last red rays of the sun. We both look at the setting sun disappear beneath the waves, and in front of the beautiful sunset we both see my shaft now entering Kate with frenetic speed, as I speed up. I do not hold back anymore and I thrust into her as fast as I can, by hips slamming into her as my dick now pushes in and out, her moans meeting my rhythm and then with the last rays of the sun on her face I can see her expression change as she finds another release and I can feel her pussy pulsing around me, and I cannot hold back anymore, and shoot my load into her, slamming my dick in and out until we both fall back to the cooling sand in the darkening night, our breathing slowing down, the world slowly expanding again beyond our bodies. We seem to both be without words for a while. I lie next to her, she has her hands on my chest and her legs on mine. We are covered by the blanket as we lie on the towels and listen to the sea. 'Archie, I liked it... a lot.' she finally says, without looking at me. I smile to her. 'I liked it too.', then reach in and kiss her forehead. We lie together for some minutes, and now I feel it is getting darker and the air is colder. 'It is lovely here, with you, but maybe we should head back?' I ask. 'Maybe we should.' She seems disappointed at the thought. 'Kate, maybe tonight is not over yet.' I say and she looks up to me, with a hopeful expression on her face. We kiss again and both of us are thinking that maybe we can continue our evening in bed together when we reach the guesthouse. As we start back, we take the other road which heads inland towards the hills. It is much smoother and I think this must be the road servicing the restaurant on the beach. The road is still bumpy but at least I can drive on second gear and it takes only about 10 minutes to reach a tarmac road at the top of the hill. Kate has been silent since we started, something is bothering her. I ask what is it. She takes a while to answer me, she seems to be having a struggle to bring out the words. Finally with a deep breath, she answers to me. 'Archie, don't be angry at me, but you know I heard you on the previous nights, together with Julien and Christine.' 'Kate, I am not angry, why should I be? Earlier I was a bit scared at what you would think about us, but you did not seem to mind, so that was a relief to me. 'I was just... Archie, after today, I would like for us to be together tonight. I would like us in my bed when we get to the guesthouse. But I was just thinking, that maybe you want to be with them again tonight.' I look at her and she has her head turned away, looking at the dark roadside sweeping past, as if she is scared to hear what I would say. I remember only now that we agreed to meet Julien and Christine tonight after we are all back at the guesthouse. I have not even thought about them today with Kate with me. At the instant that the words came out of Kate, I realize that I would rather spend the night with her. I pull over, stopping the car at a bus stop, turning to Kate I lean in and take her head in my hands, and in the small car, I kiss her. ' I would rather be with you tonight, Kate.' I whisper finally when breaking the kiss. 'I had a wonderful day with you, and the beach... I want the beach to be only the beginning.' Holding her shoulders I can feel the tension leave her at my words. She is relieved and her mouth invites me to kiss her again, more hungrily this time, with promise. Her hands move to touch me and I let my hands fall to her waist, touching her breasts on the way down, and the brief touch rewards me with a sigh of pleasure and expectation from her. 'We will never get back home like this.' I say to her with a smile. I can see her return the smile and we silently agree to finish this, until later. The rest of the drive we are talking more freely, the promise of tonight still fresh on both of our minds. We talk about meeting Christine and Julien soon, and we are wondering how they will take this, I think it will be rather obvious what has happened at the beach. As we arrive at the guesthouse and get out of the car, I can see the light is on in the living room, and sure enough, as we get in the front door, we are greeted with Christine and Julien sitting at the sofas beside the fireplace. 'Kate! Archie! You are back! How was the beach?' Christine stands up and comes to greet us. She sees us and I do not know how, maybe it is a gift or skill only given to women, she reads our body language and in seconds arrives to correct conclusion at what took place at the beach. She smiles and comes closer and hugs first Kate, and then me. 'Hmm, I can see that the trip to the beach was pretty good, am I right?' I think me and Kate are both blushing a little, which only confirms Christine's deductions. 'I am so glad! Julien and me would still like it if you would join us for a glass of wine, if you are not too tired?' she says with a teasing voice. I look at Kate and we agree that it would be nice to chat with them for a minute. The night is still early, it is only half past eight. We have a long night ahead of us. But we need to take a shower and clean up first. I give Kate a brief kiss and head up to my room to shower. In the shower, I feel slightly disappointed that Kate is not there with me, but it feels good to wash away the salt and I take the opportunity to shave as well. The evening is chillier, so I put on some pants and a shirt and taking a bottle of red wine with me, I head back downstairs. Kate is not there yet, Julien is sitting at one of the chairs, Christine is sitting on the sofa. I go and sit at the other end of the three seater sofa. Julien offers me some wine from their bottle, a rich French red, and I sit back and raise my glass and we toast to the concept of vacation. I look at Christine, she is still smiling. She is wearing another dress, a white linen dress with lace on the hem. Even though she again looks gorgeous, I do not feel quite the same desire for her tonight than what I felt earlier. Right now my mind and my body is aching for the touch and feel of Kate next to me, between the smooth sheets, naked, with her body next to mine and our breathing and movement synchronized with the sighs of our pleasure. Christine seems to have some sort of sixth sense and she seems to read my mind or somehow still she is aware of what I feel. I ask them about their day, and the restaurant they went to. The restaurant was good they say, it was some sort of fusion of greek and cypriot and italian, maybe not fully authentic but the service was good and the food delicious. Otherwise they have taken today easier, with not as many sights as previous days. I can hear Kate opening the door behind me and turn around. She looks beautiful. Before, I have seen her in her everyday clothes, and the shorts and top she wore today, and she was always pretty. In the bikini, I could see she had a great, fit body. But now she has also put on a dress and I don't understand how women do it, but the evening seems to have made her glow. As she walks to meet us, I stand up and just cannot resist it, I kiss her as she joins us, and she sits between me and Christine on the sofa. Julien offers her too a glass of wine. Christine asks us about our day, and we tell her about the museums I and Kate visited. The Kourion site was so big that they too did not visit every exhibit, but they are mostly insterested in the beach. We blush a little when we describe the beach part of the day, and Christine is clearly amused. Julien is smiling too. I feel Kate warming up and she is sitting so close to me. Her hand occasionally touches my leg and it sends shivers up and down my body, each touch leaving me wanting more. I suddenly remember that Christine promised to tell me something tonight. 'Christine, you said that you would explain tonight what you were so shocked about at breakfast.' Christine's smile suddenly fades and I wonder what is it that she is thinking. 'Oh, no, I don't think... maybe I should not.' she says and I notice she is now blushing again. All of us are not intrigued at this, also Julien. But finally it is Kate who whispers something to Christine's ear, and finally Christine seems to unwind and she confesses. 'It was just that when I heard Archie you were going to the beach with Kate, it was a surprise to me, and I... I did not know...it is because of my dream last night.' 'What about it dear?' now even Julien is asking. I thought he already knew what was happening in Christine's dream last night? Christine is blushing even more and now she drops her eyes to her wine glass. 'Kate, Archie, I dont know... you might think I am weird or something.' I look at Kate and she is looking at Christine, and we are both encouraging her to speak, she clearly wants to and we want to hear what made her this awkward. 'Well, sorry Kate, but you know last night me and Archie and Julien, we...' 'Christine, I know. And I am not offended the least bit.' Kate says and she puts her hand on Christine's thigh. Christine seems to jump a little at Kate's touch. 'Well, then, I am... this morning I was so confused and shocked to hear you and Archie going to the beach today, because... in my dream last night, it was me and Julien, and we made love, but it was also, Archie was there with us, and ... and also you Kate.' Christine was saying the final words in a whisper, but suddenly the room is so quiet that we can hear each others breathing. Me and Kate in Christine's dream? I do not yet know what my mind thinks about this, but I know what my body thinks about the thought. I look at Kate who is still looking at Christine, with her hand on her leg. Is she squeezing her leg? Are her breaths slightly deeper? She turns to look at me, and seeing the excitement on my face, she turns back to Christine. 'Hmm... sounds interesting. We would like to hear more, I think. Wouldn't we, guys?' she asks me and Julien. Suddenly my throat seems dry and I cannot make a sound, but nodding to answer her, take a gulp of wine to recover. Slightly recovered at our reaction, Christine seems to regain her nerves and speaks up slightly louder. 'Well, oh.. this is embarrassing. Well, all right. I was dreaming that we all were... you know... in our room... in our bed...' She looks at us and sees us expecting still more it seems we are all slightly blushing now. 'I ... I was kissing you Kate. I was... kissing with you when Julien was making love to me and Archie was making love to you.' Hearing these words from Christine, it seems as if time stands still. Everyone in the room, including Julien is now frozen, taking in what Christine just said. After a moment, I realize that I am very excited at the thought, and my body reacts instantly, my cock starts to get harder. The image forms to my mind of me fucking Kate from behind, my hands on her perfect ass and my dick entering her pussy, as she is meeting Christine, them kissing as Christine is on the other side of the double bed, being pounded from behind by Julien, our combined thrusting pushing Kate and Christine together. The image is incredibly arousing. I cannot believe what happens next. As if in a slow motion film, Kate sets down her glass of wine, and with her other hand still on Christine's leg, she puts her other hand behind Christine's head and leans in and kisses Christine. I can see Christine's initial surprise turn to delight and she responds to Kate's kiss, and they continue the sensual kiss, their breathing now more excited. I cannot take my eyes away from the sight, Kate kissing beautiful Christine, now her hand moving on Christine's leg, taking her dress hem higher and higher and exposing more of Christine's thighs. They finally break the kiss, but Kate stays close to Christine and they watch into each others eyes, as if silently asking how the experience was, and do they want more. I see them both smile a little and Christine's eyes drop for a moment to look at Kate's lips, and her lips part slightly as she leans in slowly, clearly wanting that first kiss not to be the last. They kiss again, this time more eagerly, and Kate's hands are exploring more of Christine's perfect body, making her sigh in pleasure and expectation. It seems the girls have totally forgotten me and Julien, but I am not complaining, the sight before us is erotic beyond belief. Christine now sets down her glass and with both of her hands free, she seems now to lose all of her earlier inhibitions and stands up, and sits on Kate's lap. Kate kisses her exposed neck and caresses her breasts through the fabric of her white thin dress. I can see Christine's nipples hard against the dress and Kate kisses them through the dress. The hem of Christine's dress has now climbed up, showing her small white panties. I am barely able to stop myself joining them, as they continue to kiss and touch each other right next to me on the sofa. My breathing is deep and hard now, and my cock is fully hard, straining against my pants. Christine now stands up, and never leaving Kate's eyes, she slowly lifts her dress up on her waist, puts her hands up on her white panties, playing with the lace edge on the top. I can see a darker spot on her panties as her pussy is already dripping wet. She teasingly slowly pulls her panties off and lets the dress fall back down, and then she goes on her knees in front of Kate, with her hands on Kate's knees. She starts to move Kate's dress up her thighs, slowly, inch by inch, all the time looking at Kate. She kisses Kate's knees, then her thighs, then the soft skin inside her thighs. I can hear Kate sigh and I can feel her waiting, wanting Christine's kisses to go further, to climb ever closer. Kate's own hands are now on her tits, pushing them up, touching them through the dress. Christine pushes Kate's dress up to her waist and I see that she is not wearing any underwear. Christine's kisses are now inches away from Kate's also wet pussy, and she is edging closer all the time, every kiss fractions of an inch closer, driving Kate mad at the teasingly slow but inevitable speed of Christine's lips and her tongue, the waiting driving Kate's arousal even higher. Finally Christine's lips are right at Kate's pussy, she is still looking directly at Kate, she blows slightly on her pussy and then slowly she kisses her wet lips. 'Aah!' Kate cannot hold back, her pleasure is too much, she now takes her right hand and grabs Christine's head and pulls her tighter against her pussy, and Christine willingly buries her face in Kate's crotch and starts to lick her pussy, her tongue now dipping deep inside Kate and her hands on Kate's thighs. Kate's hand is pulling Christine's head and they arrive at a rhythm and in seconds, we can see Kate's stimulation reach levels of no return and her head bends back as her body spasms and she climaxes with Christine's tongue licking her clit. She cries out in her orgasm and her hands release Christine's head and she reaches me and grabs my shirt. I grab her hand and I can feel her waves of pleasure as she squeezes mine. Her climax seems to take forever but finally she stops her cries and her breathing slows down, and she falls back to the sofa, with her every limb totally relaxed. Christine is still kissing the inside of Kate's thighs, and now she slowly stands up and sits down next to Kate, kissing her forehead which is shining from a thin layer of sweat. The Mediterranean Guesthouse Ch. 04 Kate I feel tired but sleep does not reach me. Feeling the warmth of sleeping Archie next to me, I lie facing him and listen to his slow breathing. The cool air coming in from the window does not bother me now with him next to me, his warmth seems to radiate and fill the whole bed. It has been so long since I had anyone sleeping with me, I had forgotten how warm it makes me feel. My body still remembers with an mouth-watering ache the unbelievable events on the previous day. As I look at Archie's gorgeous figure next to me, I remember him at the beach, looking so magnificent in his small speedos, the delicious anticipation of the whole day and the feeling of finally kissing him and the feeling of his hands on my body sending waves of pleasure through me. I can remember the press of his tight body against mine when he was on top of me, the weight of his muscular body felt safe, and allowing him to be in control felt right. In the dark of the room I can feel the heat on my cheeks as I remember him forcing my head up with my hands behind my head, seeing his cock sliding into me, again and again, his body on top of me, and the grateful feeling of approaching release when his initially irritatingly slow thrusts began to speed up, coming faster and faster, me meeting each of his in perfect sync with him, the waves and the sunset. I smile in the darkness as I remember the rest of the evening. I don't really understand what got into me when I leaned in to kiss Christine. A spur of the moment, with the fine wine and my inhibitions slightly lowered and my body feeling daring from the trip to the beach. It wasn't my first kiss with a woman, and there even was some more serious stuff back when I was a student, but that was a long time ago. I had forgotten how soft the lips of a woman feel compared to strong, rough lips and face of a man. And feeling Christine's kisses down there, with Archie next to me, looking at my excitement, looking at Christine licking my bare pussy, it was wonderful, naughty, sensual. I wonder how it would feel to have Archie's lips pleasure me, to feel his tongue explore my pussy. I realize that these thoughts have made me hot again, I can feel getting slippery and wet, and even after everything that happened on the day before, it seems my body still craves for more touches. The long dry season finally over, it seems my body is like the desert receiving the first drops of rain. Remembering the shower with Archie after we came upstairs, I think about his slippery, soapy hands as they washed my back, the shudders they sent through me when they washed my legs and my belly and my breasts, lingering there, playing with my erect nipples. And as I returned the favor, washing his body, his perfectly muscled legs, his wide back and his smooth chest. I think about his total lack of body hair, and I am further turned on. It seems wherever my touch goes, it is smooth, delicious skin. Even his cock and his balls are shaved. I do not object men with hair, but with Archie, it seems he is confident without hair and the maybe the confidence more than anything else is appealing. All sleepiness has now left me with these thoughts. I look at Archie next to me, sleeping, and I would like nothing more than to wake him up with a kiss and ask him to make love to me again. I think about the short time we will only have together, after this night he is here only for three more nights, then gone maybe forever. Already I am sad at the thought of losing him so soon after finding him, and I am cursing at the days that I missed my opportunity earlier on the week to try to talk to him, get to know him, maybe we could have had more time together. But I hesitate to touch him now, he looks so content and tired, maybe he wants just to sleep. I turn on my back next to him, and move closer, so that my shoulder is next to his hand, touching the warm skin. I spread my legs and pull up my knees slightly, so that my right leg is touching his left one, and I bring my left hand on my belly, with my right hand on my thigh. I imagine his warm, strong, heavy hand on my belly, moving slowly, side to side, then up and down. Slowly, moving closer to my breasts, I move my hand and imagine it to be Archie touching me. Now I move my right hand on top of my wet pussy and imagine his cock there, ready to enter me, pulsing, delicious thick head on my pussy lips, teasingly close. My left hand is now on my breasts, touching my sensitive nipples. With Archie's sleepy breathing as my guide, I start to move my finger inside me, as slowly as he fucked me on the beach at first. I am so wet and aching for it to be Archie, not me. After a while I start pushing two fingers inside me, then three, but it doesn't feel the same as his dick. I am now almost crazy with lust, with desire to have him move inside me and make me explode again. I stop. I want it to be him, I do not want to do it myself. Not when I have him here with me. I turn back to face him, looking at him at the faint light coming in from the open window. He is on his back, sleeping naked same as me, and I can see the outline of his cock under the sheet. It is so close. I raise my hand from under the sheet, and slowly, very slowly I take my hand above Archie's cock. Now my hand is just inches away, and I am taking it closer. Finally with just the tip of my finger, I delicately brush the head of his cock through the sheet. He does not wake up, but I can notice his cock twitch a little. I repeat the touch, and his cock twitches again in his sleep. Again. And again. I can see his cock growing now, bigger, more eager, pulsing and straining the sheet. Again. I can feel his member is hard now, and the desire to grab it and squeeze is stronger than ever. But I resist. He is still asleep, and now part of me is wanting to find out how long I can continue until he wakes up. And I think when he wakes up, he maybe won't be too angry at me. Or maybe he will be angry at me, and punish me? The thought of him taking control, punishing me seems to release a new flow of juices inside me. How long can I resist waking him up? A thought and a plan now enters my mind. I sit up, looking at Archie. The edge of the sheet covering us is reaching the middle of his chest. I grab the edge and slowly, carefully I pull it up. With infinite care, I try not to wake him as I expose his body. His cock is still hard, now not anymore bound by the sheet, it is facing to the ceiling. I let go of the sheet, setting it onto his legs, and slowly, I bend closer, wanting to kiss the end of his cock. I touch the head of his cock with my tongue and he stirs in his sleep, but still does not wake up. Amazing, but so erotic. In the faint light I can see a clear drop of pre cum in the end of his penis, and I touch it again with my tongue. The taste is at the same time salty and sweet, and delicious, intoxicating. I spread his taste on my waiting lips and slowly I place a kiss on his cock. My lips do not want to leave and I open my lips wider, with my mouth now also wet with expectation of having Archie in me. I part my lips and slide more of him into my mouth. He again moves in his sleep, but still, he does not wake up. The head of his cock is now in my mouth, and I take care not to squeeze it too much, trying to keep my mouth as loosely on his dick as possible, to keep him asleep as long as possible. This seems like a game now. How much of his cock can I take into my mouth, and for how long until he inevitably will wake up? As I start to move my head up and down, I realize I cannot, without waking him up for sure, close my lips on his shaft, and my saliva is running down his penis and making it all slippery and wet, running down on his balls and belly. Just a few movements though, and now I feel him awaken. 'Kate? Aah..' I hear him say as he is now fully awake, and I can feel his hand on my back, encouraging me to continue. Finally free to suck him, I squeeze my lips on his shaft and start to suck him while moving the head of his cock inside my mouth, inside and out, my lips squeezing him more now. 'Kate, yes, yes... ooh.' Hearing his sighs of pleasure, I am emboldened to take more of him into my mouth, and take as much as I can. 'AH. Yes, Kate, please, yes!' Hmm. It seems he likes it when I take him in deep. But from my current position, sitting next to him I do not have good access. Not stopping to suck him, I think about it, and come up with a interesting solution. Putting my right hand on his other side, and not letting my mouth leave his dick, I rise up and put my right leg over him, so that I am placed on top of him, my pussy is now on top of his chest. Now I have complete control and I can take him deeper into my mouth. 'Kate, ooh, yes, please,... Mmmmm' I feel his hands on my legs, then my butt, and then I feel him kissing me down there, I feel his kisses on my skin, on my legs, and then I feel him getting closer to touching my pussy, sending shivers through my body. But I do not want to be distracted now, I want him in my mouth, as deep as I can take him. I pause and try to relax my throat, and take him as deep as I can. I can feel him stop and take in the sensation. His dick is now so deep as I can comfortably take it, but there is still two or three inches of it out of my mouth. I would like to take him in deeper, but I fear I am going to choke on it, or gag, and I dont want anything to spoil this moment. Archie has resumed to kiss and lick my wet pussy, and we seem to find a common rhythm, his tongue and my mouth are moving in and out together. My hand is squeezing his cock and as I suck the head I can feel it is getting bigger and bigger, and the delicious veins in his shaft are bulging. My hand is wet from my saliva as it is running down his cock. Each time I pull my head back, and his cock is out my mouth, I feel an ache to sink it back in, to pull him as deep as I can. I try again to take him real deep, trying again to relax my throat as much as possible, and I think I can take him a bit deeper now. I can for sure feel him touching the back of my throat but I try to relax and focus on my breathing, and just try to pull him even closer. 'Oh, Kate, Aaah, yes, please.' I pull him out of my mouth, and resume to suck and lick the head of his dick. I can now feel his fingers on my butt, spreading my ass wide, and making my pussy open. He enters me with his tongue and I have to momentarily pull away from his dick as I am overwhelmed by the sensation of his mouth on my pussy and his tongue flicking in and out, deep in me. I stroke his cock with my hand and my hand slides easily as it is dripping wet from my saliva. I think about his cum, I would love to have him shoot his load into my mouth, but I am a little worried. I have not had men do it to me for a long time, and the last time was so many years ago. But having his delicious cock in my hand, I decide that maybe I will let him come inside my mouth. Archie's hands are now touching me everywhere, now on my back, now on my head, pressing it closer, pushing his dick inside my mouth. Now his hands are on my butt, caressing it and spreading my ass wide, and his mouth never stops licking my pussy. His kisses down there have made me hotter and hotter, and I push my hips against his mouth and try to guide his tongue to the right spot where it seems all my nerves are ending right now. I feel him right there and his rhythmic licks drive me crazy, closer to my own release. Suddenly I feel his finger close to my ass, and getting closer. I am not sure about this. I stiffen a little at the strange sensation. I feel him slow down, as if expecting if I am comfortable with him touching me there. It does not feel unpleasant, just different. He resumes his kissing of my pussy, but does not take his finger away, I can feel him pressing it closer and closer to my ass, to my hole, now on the very brink, and now he is touching me there! It seems he found another set of nerve endings, and I feel the strange and new sensation as he kisses my pussy with his finger on my ass. I push a little against his face and he understands me, that I allow him to continue. His fingers leaves my hole for a moment and I feel a twinge of regret, but then it returns, moist and slippery, and starts to move sliding slippery on the rim of my hole. Oh my god, the feeling of his mouth on my dripping wet pussy and his finger rimming my ass! I pull his dick out and I have to stand up a little straighter to be able to concentrate on the feeling. I push a little more against him and he sees that I am liking what he is doing. I am lost for a minute with my eyes closed and just taking in his bold finger and his gentle kisses in my pussy. After a while I recover and return my attention to his waiting dick in front of me. A naughty thought now enters my mind. If he can do it, why cannot I do it? With my mouth on his cock, I slowly take my right hand and touch his slippery balls. This seems to drive him crazy. 'Oh yes Kate! Yes!' I allow my fingernails to creep along the sensitive skin of his balls and the inside of his legs. Then I move my fingers below his balls, and closer to his ass. Now it is his turn to stiffen, as if waiting what am I going to do. Well, if he wants to touch my ass, then he is going to get the same treatment! I move my fingers, slippery with my saliva, onto his ass and start to move them rimming his hole and now sucking his dick harder than before. 'Ohmygod Kate, yes, please!' So he does like it. Interesting. Archie parts his legs wider and raises his butt slightly to give me better access, and as I feel his lips still on my pussy, and his finger on my ass, I continue to rim his ass and suck his dick. My tits are now pressing against his belly as I sink his dick deep in my throat each thrust, and he is pushing against me, I feel him getting closer, his dick is even harder than before and I can feel his legs strain as he is pushing up against my mouth, getting closer to shooting his load in me. Archie is almost crazy now from the feeling of my mouth on his dick and my finger on the rim of his ass. An even more naughty thought enters my mind, and I slow my movement a bit and test the idea, straightening one of my fingers against his hole, pushing against him. He meets my pushes, and I feel more bold now, pushing my finger against his hole, but his butt is still resisting me. I resume to move my head and take his dick inside my mouth, and then I can feel him relax and my finger enters half an inch inside him 'Aaaaahhhh!' he cries out in pleasure and meets my push with his hips. He seems to have lost control and he has stopped licking me and focuses on the feeling of my finger inside him and my lips on his cock. I start to move my finger at the same rhythm as my mouth, and I can feel him meet each of my movement with his hips. His hole is incredibly tight, and it is squeezing my finger hard, but my finger is so slippery that it moves in and out of him with ease. I move slightly deeper now, and increase my rhythm. He seems to be very close now. Suddenly, I feel his hands on my butt again, spreading my cheeks wide, and then, oh my, I feel is tongue on my ass, rimming me. This has never been done to me before, and the feeling is amazing! His strong tongue is flicking round and round my hole and I can now feel his thumb on my pussy, on my clit and as incredible waves of pleaseure start to take me closer to my orgasm, I am regretting that from my position, I cannot return the favor to him. I increase my rhythm even more, suck the head of his dick even harder and sink my finger inside him deeper and faster, and I can feel him now cross the point of no return, his whole body is now straining and twitching and I can feel his dick start to spurt his load into my mouth. His ass is now pulsing around my finger as I keep moving it in and out of him, and his thumb on my clit, and his tongue on my ass, I also orgasm, and feel my wet pussy squirting on his neck. I dont pull away from his dick, but I continue to move my head and allow him to finish inside my mouth, with his cum dripping down his shaft and onto his belly and the sheets. Feeling him relax under me, I rise up and turn around, facing him now. His eyes are still closed and his expression is one of pure pleasure, and I am glad at being able to give him such a great feeling. I lie down next to him, with my body next to his, and I can feel my own and his heartbeat slow down and our breathing calms down. 'I am sorry I woke you up.' I say. 'I hope you did not mind.' 'Mmm.. thank, you Kate, that was ... amazing.' He says. I can feel his strong hand touching my back. I love the feeling of his muscular chest and his strong hand around me. It makes me feel safe. I think back at my boldness a moment ago, and thank my inner "naughty" self that I could overcome my inhibitions and touch him there. I also think about the sensation of his finger on my ass and then, even more amazingly, his tongue on my ass. 'Archie, your tongue, kissing me there, it felt... it was feeling quite nice.' 'I am sorry if I surprised you, but you seemed to like it, so..' I think about it a moment. 'Maybe I will do the same to you later?' He turns to look at me with a surprised, but yet expectant expression on his face 'Hmm, I think I would like it!' I smile at him, then kiss him long and hard. Then I put my head down on the pillow next to his, my hands on his chest and feeling safe, warm and completely satisfied, I feel his breathing slow down and sleepiness is finally entering my limbs, I close my eyes and fall asleep. The Mediterranean Guesthouse Ch. 05 Archie Opening my eyes to the dusk, I can feel my body still remembering the lovemaking of the night, and the sex with Kate and Christine the previous evening. A complete satisfaction seems to dwell all over me, my arms are tingly with memories of touching Kate during the night, my legs remember the feel of the soft sand of the beach as I was pushing into her at the rhythm of the waves. My lips remember her soft, salty kiss. And my cock remembers the sweet tightness of her pulsing pussy each time I made her come. Kate is breathing deep next to me, still asleep. I lay on my back as the first rays of the dawn start to creep over the hills. I think about this amazing vacation, and I just can't believe it is all real, and happening to me. Turning to look at Kate next to me, under the same sheet, I watch the curve of her hips and the nice slim waist. She looks beautiful there, her hand on top of the sheet, her nice, thick brown hair spread on the pillow, her beautiful tits pushed together as she is on her side facing me. This moment, I forget that the vacation will eventually end, that I will need to leave this paradise. Looking at her next to me, feeling the warmth radiating from her, and remembering what we have been through together, I do not think about anything else than this moment. My earlier anxiousness about the coming evening and revealing some of my fantasies is gone. My doubts from yesterday morning about what Kate wants from our trip to the beach now in the past. It is just now, this early dawn and her next to me. A perfect moment, and I want to stretch it as long as it can last. The morning light is growing outside, and I know that I should wake her up. I turn on the bed and she moves still in her sleep. Taking my hand to her face, I move some locks of her hair and kiss her cheek gently. 'Good morning.' I whisper. She smiles a little at the touch of my lips, and I can feel her breathing change as she wakes up. She reaches and moves her hand to my chest as if wanting to confirm that I am really there next to her. Her touch feels good, her sleepy warm fingers on my chest. I kiss her a second time, just on the side of her head, just next to her eyes. Then I kiss her ear, once, twice, then more times. When I reach her earlobe and give it a kiss and a flick of my tongue, I can feel her breathe in deeply and react to my touch. She is awake now. 'Hmh. You are not going to let me sleep any longer, are you?' she finally says as she turns on her back and raises her arms above her head and her delicious lips are now there just wanting to be kissed. With her arms raised, her breasts are now exposed from under the sheet, perfect, soft, round mounds of her femininity there, and I cannot resist, but take my hand on top of her left tit, and gently touch it, but not touching the nipple. She sighs out in pleasure from my touch. I keep my hand where it is, and kiss her closed eyes. I sense her craving for me to touch her more, to feel my hand all over her body. Briefly I entertain the idea of letting my hand wander down her smooth belly, slowly teasing her with my fingers, and finally touching her there, at the hot intersection of her legs, letting my fingers bring her to another orgasm. But I resist the temptation, I want her to feel the need build up for tonight. I want her to wait for the release this time. Removing my hand, I sense her disappointment. 'Kate, I want us to wait for tonight.' She opens her eyes, and her look seems to beg me to make love to her right there, right now. She arcs her back and her tits push against my chest and I almost lose my control. My cock is semi hard. A deep kiss from her and I would lose it, and sink my cock into her faster than one could say "a broken promise". But, I want our release tonight to be all the more sweeter. I put my hand on her lips. 'Tonight, Kate.' She looks at me, opens her mouth and takes my finger in her mouth, sucking it, tenderly biting into it and at the same time her tongue is twirling, teasing it. She can feel my erection now pushing against her hip, and releasing my finger, she smiles at me. 'Such a shame to wait. Are you completely sure?' she asks teasingly. Her nipples erect, her beautiful body there next to me and her brown hair spread on the pillow, framing her pretty face, I come close to relenting, but I manage to keep my mind. 'Tonight.' I say 'It is hard to wait. I want you.' she answers 'I want you too. But I want to wait for tonight, and I promise it will be worth it.' 'Mmm... Torture. I'll think of a way to pay this back.' With a final kiss, I think we come to a silent agreement, and after I while I stand up. Her eyes linger on my naked, aroused body as I start on my morning workout. As I do the thirty slow pushups, I can feel her watching me. Turning to do the abs, I see her on her back, watching my naked body on the floor, her hands are under the sheet, her legs parted. As I realize where her hands are, the final few abs are even harder. I stand up, start my stretching as Kate's gaze wanders on my skin, with her hands under the sheet, touching herself. Her arms are pushing her breasts together, and her nipples are erect from her arousal. In the morning light coming in the window, I think the sight is the most erotic I can remember. My manhood seems to agree with Kate, the waiting for tonight is stupid. I do not know how I am able to resist her, but from somewhere deep within me I find the strength. I sit next to her on the bed. Her hands are still under the sheet, her cheeks are blushed. I grab her arms and try to stop her touching herself. 'Kate, please.' I say as I lean in to kiss her. She answers to my kiss hungrily, and then with a smile on her face, she brings her fingers, wet from her juices on my lips. Her scent is intoxicating, and I cannot help it, I part my lips and she pushes two fingers into my mouth, and I taste her. I almost black out from tasting her. This is the payback? My whole body aches to make love to her, have her body open to me, to sink into her, thrust into her and feel her react to my each push with sighs of pleasure. I suck on her fingers and imagine her sweet moist love squeezing my dick as I would slam it into her with as much speed as I could muster. 'Are you totally, totally sure?' she asks teasingly, her fingers still in my mouth, her other hand on her breasts, pushing them up, squeezing them together. If I was on the brink previously, I think now I must be over the edge, hanging on with fingernails so as not to fall. Slowly, I remember my decision, and I take Kate's wrists, and push her hands above her head. 'Kate, I promise, it will be great tonight. Please? The wait will make it even better.' I kiss her and finally I sense her really agreeing with me. 'Well, ok then. Maybe you don't find me attractive.' she says with a smile, teasing me still further. As I hold her hands above her head, her pretty face framed by her brown hair on the pillow, her perfect breasts pushing against me, and the heat of her body almost making me forget my decision to wait, nothing I remember has ever been more beautiful. 'Kate, you are beautiful.' We kiss once more. 'Well, I guess I better go and prepare breakfast then. I want you to have lots of energy for tonight.' she says eventually with a sigh and mock disappointment in her voice. A half an hour later, I am sitting in the breakfast table, Kate has finished setting up the table and comes out and sits opposite me. 'Coffee is ready soon. Archie, any plans for today?' I can sense us both slightly tense still after the morning's events, pent-up energy that normally would have found a release. My thoughts have not really been with today's training. 'Oh, I need to return the rental bike this afternoon, so I was thinking to go and ride some trails before that.' 'Sounds nice. But take care that you do not exhaust yourself! Where do you plan to go?' We look at the map again together and some of the trails I have picked and printed out before my trip. As I look at the printouts, I vaguely remember printing them at home. I was excited at the trip to Cyprus, and all the nice cycling roads and trails and the nice weather. But little did I know how exciting this vacation really would become. As we look at the map, we can hear Julien and Christine come downstairs also for breakfast. Christine comes to give me a hug and a brief kiss. 'Good morning, Archie!' 'Good morning. Did you sleep well?' I ask. They sit down on the usual places. Christine sits next to Kate and Julien sits next to me. 'Not so good. I woke up a few times in the night. I am so sad that we have to leave tomorrow. This is our last day here with you.' 'I am a little sad too.' I answer truthfully. 'But we still have tonight! I hope you have not forgotten what you promised last night? You will share some of your fantasies?' With all that was happened since last night, this was not on the top of my mind, but I had not forgot. Part of me is waiting to tell them my deepest erotic fantasies, and another part of me is a little scared. What will they think? Can I really reveal myself so totally to them? I think I need some time alone before tonight to gather my thoughts and to prepare what I am going to share and what not. 'No, I haven't forgotten it.' 'And you also, Kate?' she asks Kate. 'Yes, well, I can do it also.' Kate says, 'But to tell you the truth, my fantasies have already been fulfilled mostly. I will think of some small thing maybe. But looking at Archie, I get the feeling that he has some interesting stuff to share.' Everyone is now focused at me. I agree, I have stuff that I have not shared with them. One of my fantasy was to make love to a beautiful woman with her husband also making love to her. Another fantasy we lived last night. But these were Christine's fantasies, and she shared them with us, the fact that they were also my desires... I did not have to share my thoughts, so it was a lot easier. The thought of telling them some of my deepest desires feels difficult. I look at each of them. Even when we have known each other so little time, only a few days, I think they can somehow, maybe from my silence, sense that I do have something inside me, some things that I never in my wildest dreams thought I would ever had a chance to try out. Which is true. 'Yes, I have some... ideas.' I finally say. 'But I need some time today to... find a correct way to tell to you about them.' 'Archie, I know, it is hard to tell others about your desires. But please, I did it, I told you. So I hope you can do it also?' Christine says. 'Yes, I promise to try tonight.' 'Great! I cannot wait!' Kate and Julien agree with Christine, and Kate goes to fetch the coffee. The rest of the breakfast is more normal, we just enjoy the possibility to eat outside, enjoy the fresh fruit and excellent coffee, and chat about what we are going to do during the day. I think each and every one of us is waiting eagerly for the evening. As we finish, we help Kate take the dishes and food to the kitchen and agree to meet up back at the guesthouse in the evening when the sun goes down. Two hours later, I am on my bike and climbing towards the mountain summit again. The finality of the need to return the bike later today makes me feel like the vacation is coming to an end soon, even if I still have couple of days here without the bike. Though the effort of pedaling is keeping my anxiety about the coming evening away, I can feel it looming in the background. But just at this moment, the wonderful feeling of strain on my legs and shortness of breath is capturing me totally. The lactic acid burns in my muscles, giving me the familiar endorphin high that I need almost daily. The scenery on the trail is again awesome. I started the ride again near Trimiklini, but now I take a smaller, partly unsurfaced road and another route to the summit. Sun is on my back, it is warm, but not too hot, but the pedaling is making me sweat. I stop to gather my breath as I reach the top of the hill and the road starts to snake down back into a valley. Taking a chunk out of a sports bar and a sip of drink I feel my body recover from the effort, as I lean to the handlebars and listen to the silence around me. It is so wonderful here. The silent hills of the Cyprus countryside basking in the heat of the pre-noon sun. A small whiff of a wind makes the air cooler. I cannot hear a single car. The amazing thing about people is that it is so easy to forget. Right now, the everyday life back home feels so distant. The morning wakeup, increasing darkness of the coming Nordic winter months, work in the office in front of computer screen. It all feels so distant as the sun is warm on my skin and the gentle breeze is in the air. And the painful thing is, even this vacation will end. As much and as amazing things as this vacation has offered me, I know that when I return back home, this vacation will also eventually become just a memory. Still, I think the things we have done together with Kate, Christine and Julien will be etched to my mind longer and sharper. I think back at the very first night, hearing Christine and Julien make love in the next room. And then the next night, when they invited me to watch, and I watched Julien make love to Christine in front of me. I remember Christine reaching out to me and touching me and then pulling me inside her mouth. And the next night was even more amazing. And yesterday, with the trip to the beach and then what happened back at the house. I smile to myself and shake my head in disbelief as I remember the previous days. How can this have happened to me? How could I get to make love to two so beautiful women as Kate and Christine. All I know that I want to give them what they wished. I want the last night together with Christine to be special, and she clearly wanted me to divulge some of my fantasies. My fears seem to lift a little. I have made a decision and I will share with them. The decision made, I think I have cooled down enough, so I hop back on the bike and start off again. The route takes me around a big circle and up another direction to the Troodos summit. This time I stop only briefly on the village at the top, I have seen it already and the climb was not that steep this time. I do want to see the Kaledonia waterfall though, which is on the way down to Trimiklini. The falls are one or two kilometers off the main road, but it takes just a moment with the mountain bike. There are some other cars parked and I can hear some tourists in the distance. It is not rainy season, so the waterfalls probably aren't that huge at the moment and true enough, I can hear only a small sound of falling water in the distance. The surrounding forest is nice and lush, and suddenly it almost seems as we have been transported to another, not as arid island, maybe somewhere in the Pacific Ocean. I can see the waterfall in the distance through the trees. I walk carefully in my cycling shoes on the slippery rocks. The waterfall is beautiful, but without a doubt it would look magnificent if there had been more rain. Anyway the place is nice and tranquil, and with a peaceful atmosphere. I don't linger long, with my bike clothes I seem a bit out of place, I just wanted to see the place. Hopping on the bike I pedal back to the main road and start the long downhill to the car, taking care the first few hundred meters as there is now mud on the wheels. As I turn left to the main road, I realize that these are the last times I will pedal here because next twenty kilometers are all downhill. But the two hours biking today was enough for my legs, so it is not an unhappy feeling. On the way back from the ride, I return the bike to the rental place. I ask them about the possibility to combine a rent of a MTB and a roadbike, and they say it is possible. Maybe I will do it next time if I ever come back here to ride. If I ever come back? I have never been to cycle same place twice before, and usually I always plan my cycling holidays to visit a new place and new climbs. But I now realize that there is something else here that would definitely be a huge temptation to return. Kate. What is she thinking about our "thing" together? Is she only having fun for a few nights, or would she be welcoming me again if I would return? I want to believe the latter, but I am not sure. Thinking about this triggers my mind full of doubts again for the coming evening. What if my fantasies turn them off, or they find them offensive? If I tell them, will I risk their friendship or even Kate's desire? I drive back to the guesthouse and park the car. Walking back into the house I see that Kate's car is around back but Julien and Christine still have not arrived. It is siesta time, so Kate might also be taking a nap, which actually sounds a really good idea. I go into my room quietly. I wake up from my nap some time later. The sun is already dropping towards the hills and the hotness of the afternoon is fading. The already familiar feeling of the approaching mediterranean evening is in the air. I lie in the bed with my mind spinning, all the years of fantasizing about different erotic things, and now, here, soon I would need to tell others what I fantasize about. The thought of sharing my deepest desires is scary, but at the same time I understand that the realization of those fantasies cannot happen without me revealing them. I understand now that to gain some, to be able to realize one's fantasies, one has to give some, one has to be ready to conquer one's inhibitions and fears, and be ready to share. I got the first realized fantasy for free, with Christine having to do all the emotional investment in asking me to fulfill her fantasy. Is it easier here, where we are so detached from our everyday lives? The fact that we are on vacation, in a place where we have never been before, surrounded by people we haven't met before, does it make it easier to share something so profound as one's erotic dreams? I think it must. Somehow it does not seem as risky to do it here as back home. Sharing to strangers is like a insurance, if it all goes horribly wrong, you do not have to face them for the rest of your life and be ashamed. I stand up, and dress in shorts and a shirt, and pop open a cold beer, and go sit outside in the terrace. Sun is painting the opposite hill to the east a warm shade of orange. On the lounger I look to the setting sun and think about tonight and what I am going to tell the others. I hear the door to the other room open and quiet steps walking behind me. Christine. She bends and kisses my cheek from behind. 'Hi Archie!' 'Hi Christine.' I answer. 'I am not bothering you?' 'Not at all, please, take a seat.' She takes the next lounger next to me, I offer to fetch her a beer or a cider, but she says no thanks and we stare into the orange sky together silently for a while. 'Archie, I hope that I have not pressured you with this sharing your fantasies stuff.' she says finally and still looks at the sunset. I turn to look at her. 'No, not at all. It is just, I understand now how you felt the first time when you asked me. It takes courage to share something like this. But I am happy that you did it.' She turns to look at me and takes my hand. 'I am happy too.' After a minute she continues 'Archie, the reason I wanted you to share, it is because it was so wonderful with you, to realize my fantasy. I was so scared to ask before, and when I did it and we made love, it was so great. So, I wanted you to feel the same, to get the same fulfilment.' I don't know what to say to this, so I just look her in her eyes and squeeze her hand. 'And, I admit, I am a bit curious and selfish. I want to know more about you, about what you would desire, and I want to feel how it feels to help you realize your dreams. And we have so little time left together.' The Mediterranean Guesthouse Ch. 05 Looking beautiful Christine next to me, I again wonder at my luck. Out of all the tourists in the world that could have been in the next room, I have found the most beautiful woman I have ever seen, and she is asking me to tell her my sexual fantasies so that she can help me realize them. This kind of stuff happens in movies and books, not in real life. But now I am living this dream. There is no way on earth I can back away from this. I could never forgive myself. 'Don't worry Christine, I will tell you.' 'Give me a hint, just a little one?' she asks. 'No, come on Christine, you should wait like the others!' 'Come on, just a little tip? Archie please...' she whispers, leaning in towards me. She is wearing a loose white blouse and when she leans in, I can see her breasts pushing against the fabric, and I can smell her shower fresh skin. I look into her eyes. The warmth radiates from her and suddenly I can feel myself blushing. 'I don't know...' 'I won't tell the others that you told me. It will be our secret.' I look at her, leaning so very close to me know. Her lips are slightly parted, and her breathing seems to come in short, excited gasps. She is aroused, and wanting to hear at least a small bit of what is to come. My heart melts for her and finally I gather courage to speak. 'Well,.. all right. I hope you do not find it weird.' She just urges me on. 'Well, have been fantasizing for a long time about.. I think I would enjoy it a lot if...'I stop to look her in the eyes one final time and then taking in a deep breath I continue,'if a woman would make love to me with a strap-on dildo.' I finish and do not dare to look at her. I can feel her hand squeeze mine even tighter. She leans in and kisses my cheek. 'Thank you Archie. You know, don't tell him that I told you, actually I do that sometimes for Julien, and he likes it too.' I turn to look at Christine, and she is smiling with her eyes narrow and with a teasing look on her face. 'And you know Archie, when I do it for him, I enjoy it too.' 'You do?' 'Yes,' she pauses for a while and then continues still her voice a whisper in the evening 'I like the feeling of being in control, it is like our roles have been reversed. It is me who is pushing, the movement of my hips which is controlling our pleasure.' I feel a little relieved at this. She did not freak out. After a while she asks, 'Archie, have you tried, you know, anal stuff before?' I blush again. But there is no going back now. 'Eh.. only by myself. When I am alone.' I answer. 'Ok, that is actually good, because you know it could be a bit painful when you do it first time if you have not had any "practice"' she says. I agree with her. Then I realize what she said. What does she mean it is good? We sit there for a while in the darkening evening. I am glad now that Julien is not here, it felt good to talk to Christine alone at first. I feel bolder now, maybe the talking to others will be easier later. 'Archie, you know, we did bring some things with us on the holiday.' she says after a while Things, what things? What can she mean? 'You know, I might actually have something that would excite you tonight.' Oh my god. She cannot mean that she actually has a strap-on with her? 'What kind of things?' I ask. 'Mmm, maybe I will not tell you right now. Yes, it is better you don't know. Let me think. Hmm. maybe ... no, it might be too much for you... yes, yes, I think that might be just the thing...' she is smiling and looking at me and thinking. Is she thinking through her selection of sex toys now? She has brought more than one to the holiday with them? My mind now imagines Christine sitting next to me with a dildo strapped onto her hips and the image is so strong that my cock springs to stiffness in seconds. I try to hide the growing tent in my shorts. 'Don't be worried Archie, everything will be ok.' she says. We sit outside for a while, and after some time Julien joins us from their room. We chat in the terrace until it is almost completely dark, and then we decide to go downstairs to see what Kate is up to. Walking down the stairs and into the living room of the house, we see that Kate has transformed the living room for this special night. There are candles everywhere, giving a soft light and she has set some snacks on the side table. We see a bottle of sparkling wine on ice on the kitchen table and four glasses. As we come to the room, Kate walks in from kitchen. 'Hi guys, how was your day?' she asks We exchange pleasantries and congratulate her for the beautiful set up of the living room for tonight. 'Yes, well, I wanted to do something pretty for tonight, because first of all, it is your last night here Christine and Julien, and then also I have a feeling that tonight will be quite... special.' Kate asks Julien to open the bottle of wine, and we toast to our friendship. We sit down, me again on the sofa, and Julien takes the armchair, with both the ladies on my left and right. My heart is beating hard now and I can feel the adrenaline in my blood. My body is reacting to my fear of the coming "moment of truth". I try to breathe deep to calm myself. I think the others sense my discomfort and silently we agree that we should ease up the atmosphere a bit first. I am grateful as Kate and Christine keep up small talk about our day and I even get a change to tell them shortly about today's bike ride. Talking aloud feels good, and prepares me mentally to what is soon to come. After a while, the chat dies down. 'Well, Kate, Archie, would you like to tell us something now?' Christine asks. Julien stands up and refills our glasses. The atmosphere is slightly tense. 'Please, guys, who wants to go first,' Christine asks 'Do not be afraid of us. Kate?' With a sigh Kate sets down her wine glass. 'Ok, I guess I can go first. Well, here goes; you know I had a long time without... well, I had not had sex for a long time before yesterday. So, believe me, what happened yesterday was already my fantasy fulfilled. And I did have also a fantasy to have sex with another woman.' Kate looks at Christine and me. 'What happened yesterday was pretty intense for me. After so long.. it was pretty great yesterday.' 'Thanks Kate for telling us. It was great for me too, and Julien did like it too, didn't you Julien?' Julien agreed with a nod. Everyone was now looking at me. Some of my earlier hesitation seemed now to have disappeared. I briefly thought that without experiencing the previous few days and seeing Christine be so brave in requesting me, a complete stranger to have sex with her, it would not be at all this easy to talk to the others. 'Archie?' I take a deep breath, close my eyes for a few seconds, and remind myself that I am among friends, and that which doesn't kill me, makes me stronger. 'Ok, I also want to say that one of my fantasies has been to make love with another couple.' I look at Christine and Julien. 'And it has been amazing with you.' I turn to look at Kate sitting next to me. 'I did not have a fantasy about making love on the beach,' I say, continuing to look at her eyes 'But now I do. What we experienced there was something I think I will never forget.' Her expression tells me she feels the same, the sunset at the beach will stay with us for a long time. 'But there is one more thing that I have been dreaming about.' I can sense the tension in Kate, and the expectation in Christine and Julien. Although Christine already knows. Now when the moment is here, my throat seems dry again. I take a sip of wine, taking care not to spill any with my slightly shaking hands. I can feel adrenalin in my blood, my body is reacting to the instinctive fear of sharing something this deep. 'I... I like it when I am pleasured anally. And I dream about strap-on sex, where a woman is making love to me with a strap-on dildo.' There, it is done. I do not know where to look. I want to look at Kate, but for some long seconds, I fear to look to her, wondering what she feels about my words. I can sense her body next to mine. I gather my courage and turn slowly to look at her. She is smiling. Her eyes are half closed. She leans closer and whispers to my ear, 'Archie, I am not surprised, after last night, I kind of knew you might like if I touched you there. And I might have done something like it for you tonight.' My heart speeds up at this. I look deep into Kate's eyes and kiss her. The kiss seems to promise hot things to come from tonight. When the kiss finally ends, I turn to look at Christine and Julien, and remind myself that I am not supposed to know about them, my chat with Christine earlier today was a secret. 'Archie, you know, with Julien we...' Christine starts, and then turns to look at Julien, who nods with a smile.'We also do this sometimes. I mean, I use a dildo or a strap-on on him. And he likes it, don't you Julien?' 'I do, it is one of my favorite things. She looks so hot with a nice, long dick strapped on her. And the feeling of being penetrated is amazing.' I can imagine it, Christine's beautiful slender body, naked except a black strap-on her hips, holding a nice dildo. I can imagine spreading my legs and letting her enter me and have her thrusts feel inside me, and having her stroke my cock at the same rhythm. I turn to look at Christine, and find her gaze on me. There is a silent question in my look, I hope. I want to learn what she was talking about earlier, about the interesting things she might have. I think she can read my mind. 'Archie, how would you like it if we would realize your fantasy tonight?' she asks. Even when I sort of knew this was coming, my heart still jumps at her words and I can feel my skin getting hot and blushed. My voice sounds hoarse as I hear myself say the words 'I would love it.' She leans in and kisses my cheek. 'Great! Now then, Kate, would you like to come and help me a bit upstairs?' Christine stands up and holds her hand for Kate. Kate's face lights up and she scrambles up from the sofa. 'Actually, Archie, would you like to come too for a minute?' Christine asks. I stand up and follow the ladies up the stairs. At the door to their room, Christine lets Kate in and turns to me. 'Wait here just a minute Archie, will you?' She goes into their room and comes back a minute later with an anal douche in her hand. 'Archie, are you familiar with how to use one of these?' she asks. 'Yes, Christine.' I answer as I take it from her. 'Great, just take your time, and then go back downstairs, we won't be long.' I go to my room and do the thing with the anal douche, and in just couple of minutes I pull on a bathrobe and go back downstairs. The ladies are still in the other room, and as I go past the door, I hear slight giggling and some voices from behind the closed door. As I descend the stairs, my mind races at what the girls are doing in there. Julien is still sitting at his chair, sipping wine. I sit back down on the sofa. Looking at Julien, I initially am lost for words, but then I just decide to congratulate him once more, he has one hell of a wife. 'I know. I am so lucky that sometimes I have to pinch myself. But Archie, I think right now, if what I guess is going to happen soon, I think I rather envy you tonight.' Julien's words silence me again. I don't dare to guess or imagine anything right now, my mind is overwhelmed by what has already happened tonight. I hear the ladies returning from upstairs, their steps on the stairs are now much more clear. Have they put on shoes? I turn to look. The shock of what I see almost makes me drop the wine glass. Christine is first on the stairs, slowly descending, step by step. She is now wearing only a black bra and black stay-up stockings. Each of her steps is echoing in the foyer, she is now wearing black high-heeled shoes. And on her hips, I see a shiny, black, 7 inch long strap-on dildo, swaying as she walks down the stairs, step by step. She is not even wearing any underpants anymore. I have never seen anything more erotic in my life. Until I see Kate follow her. If Christine is all in black, like a dark angel, Kate looks like a real angel, her costume reflecting that of Christine's, but all in white. She is wearing a white push up bra, white stockings and a garter. She also is wearing heels, and on her hips is a pink dildo, slightly smaller than Christine's. I am not sure but suddenly I think I am drooling. I cannot even blink as the ladies slowly walk down the stairs and towards us, their dildos swaying from side to side. I cannot believe what I am seeing. Kate and Christine walk up to me, their high heeled shoes clicking on the stone floor, both of them are watching my expression as they slowly come closer and closer, an angel in white and a lusty lady in black lingerie, with two delicious strap-ons on their hips. I have to stand up to meet them. In her heels, Kate is now almost as tall as me, and Christine is only a little shorter. They stop in front of me, and I do not know where to look. I look at Christine with her angelic face now smiling, then I drop my gaze on her black bra covered breasts, then to the large shining black dildo. Then I turn to my left and Kate is there, meeting my look, still wearing her glasses and she looks just awesome in the white bra and stockings, and the pink cock on her hips. The two ladies look glorious, and I cannot believe my luck that I am shortly going to get fucked hopefully by both of them. My own erection is now forming a large tent in front of my bathrobe. 'Why Kate, I think Archie likes what he sees.' Christine says and she reaches to gently touch the front of my bulging robe. Her touch sends shivers down my legs. Kate reaches for the belt of my robe and starts to slowly open the knot in the front. As if knowing that in some seconds my cock is free, my hard-on becomes even bigger, straining against the fabric to escape. The belt slides through the knot and opens my robe and immediately, my dick springs forth from the front of the robe. Kate and Christine turn slightly and now my dick is between their black and pink dildos. Christine's larger and heavier black cock is below my dick and Kate's smaller pink one is above it. They start to turn their hips slightly and the dildos touch and massage my hard cock from beneath and above. Kate leans closer and kisses my shoulder and neck and as I turn toward her, our lips meet with a kiss. Her mouth opens and our tongues meet as we kiss lustily as the ladies dildos continue to massage my hard cock. I feel Christine's hand on my back and her other hand is exploring my chest, touching my nipples. My kiss with Kate goes on and on and I can feel her desire grow. I put my hands on her waist and feel her respond to my touch and breathe in sharply. Finally we break the kiss and I turn to Christine. I lean in to kiss her too. It feels odd to have her face so close to mine with her high heels. Christine kisses me hungrily, and there is a promise in her kiss. I cannot imagine how it will feel to be fucked by the large black dildo, but I feel the sweet sensation of expectation inside me. Soon I will find out, I hope. Christine pulls away and then looks at Kate. 'Kate, I think we could kiss something else too. Archie might like it.' and she drops her look to my cock. Kate smiles and then the ladies slowly get on their knees in front of me. My dick is now between their faces. I look down and see both Christine and Kate look up at me as they slowly lean in and kiss my cock from both sides. If the sight of them walking down the stairs was the most erotic thing I have seen before in my life, it is not any more. My cock is now being kissed by two beautiful women who look up at me as their mouths start to move on my dick. It is as if they are kissing each other but my dick is just in the middle of their kiss. I see their tits in their black and white push up bras in the background and their wonderfully beautiful faces as my cock is sliding between their lips. Christine's black dildo is right next to Kate's pink one, large and heavy. Their touch and the erotic sight is almost enough, almost forcing me to close my eyes and sigh in pleasure, but I endure, just, and keep watching. I think I will never see anything like this again in my life. Their lips slide to the very end of my penis, and now their tongues come out and tickle the twitching and engorged end of my shaft. My foreskin is still covering the end of my cock, but now their tongues start to flick sideways and as my member gets even harder, they flick their tongues and the end now my large glans is exposed and the sensations of their tongues touching it are multiplied, sending shocks up my spine. I now find it difficult to stand up. Their mouths then leave the head of my penis and start to slide down the shaft, toward my balls. Both of them continue to look at me as they slowly arrive to the root of the shaft, and then, with incredible slowness, they start to kiss my balls. Kate is licking my left ball and Christine is sucking my right one. The feeling is amazing. Then they open their mouths wider and both my balls disappear completely inside their mouths. I can feel them sucking and their tongues are playing with my balls. I don't know if it its possible to orgasm just by ball-sucking but it feels that in some minutes I might find out. Christine now pulls away and takes away my bathrobe. 'Archie, please sit here by the edge of the sofa.' She points to the edge of the sofa, where the end of the sofa is raised up slightly. 'Yes, that's it, sit down there please and lie back.' She places two pillows where she wants my head to be. The position places me on my back on the sofa, with my legs up in the air, and my ass exposed. 'Yes, that's it. Very nice.' Christine says. My cock is now hard, resting on my belly. Christine reaches and touches it with her hand, sending waves of pleasure all through me. She grabs my shaft, slippery from the girls spit, and starts to stroke me. Her breasts in are right next to my face, looking awesome in the black bra. Suddenly I feel Kate touching the inside of my thighs with her hands. I moan out in pleasure as Christine is stroking my cock and Kate is moving her hands gently up and down the inside of my legs. 'Archie, I want you to place your hands behind your back.' Christine says. I obey again, putting my hands under me. 'Good.' She now leans in and places a kiss on my chest. At the same time I can feel Kate kissing the inside of my knees, with her hands continuing to caress my legs. Christine's mouth now moves to my right nipple, and her tongue is making rounds around my nipple, which becomes hard in seconds. Her hands are on my belly, moving slowly around my cock. I can feel Kate's kisses move downwards from my knees to the insides of my legs. I am enveloped in cloud of pleasure as the kisses from Kate and Christine move on my body. Christine now moves her kisses closer to my cock, which is aching to enter that beautiful mouth. I am sure that in seconds she will surely place a kiss on my cock and then, hopefully, finally open her lips and suck my dick inside her hot mouth. I feel Kate's hands on my butt cheeks now, her kisses are coming closer to my crotch. What will the girls do next? Christine now stops her kisses and as my head is supported by the pillows, I see her moving down onto my cock. The tip of her tongue is now only millimeters from my cock. At the same time I feel Kate moving her thumbs on my balls, and then downwards, towards my ass. What is happening? Kate's thumbs, slippery from the spit are now rimming my asshole and the tip of Christine's tongue is touching the end of my cock. The Mediterranean Guesthouse Ch. 05 'Aah oh my god!' I moan out in pleasure, the sensation is almost too much for me, I fear I am going to spurt cum on my belly on this moment already. 'Take it easy Archie, we don't want you to come so soon.' Christine says, and stops touching my cock.'We want you to come, but only after we have both fucked you in the ass.' I almost come hearing these words from Christine, but I manage to nod. 'I mean it, I don't want you to orgasm until I give you permission. Is it ok?' she asks. I nod again. 'Good, if you come too close, just say "Christine please", ok?' she says. Kate has also taken a break, but now the girls share a look and then slowly they proceed again. My head propped up with the pillows allows me a perfect sight. Christine is again placing kisses on my belly, and I can see Kate's face between my spread-out legs. Slowly Christine's kisses inch closer to the end of my bulging cock, and I can feel Kate's fingers on my butt and her lips on my balls. I have to close my eyes and focus on the sensations, then I realize that the sensations are almost too much for me, and I keep my eyes closed and a thought enters my mind that I have to soon start to think about something very boring or I will shoot my load all over Christine's face. The kisses stop, and I peek what the girls are up to. They are again looking each other as if silently agreeing what to do next. I hear a whisper from Christine 'Now, Kate.' I just have time to think that they have planned something for me while they were upstairs before it happens. Christine's hot lips open and she takes my dick deep inside her hot, tight mouth, sucking the shaft in almost whole way, and at the exact same moment Kate's tongue drops from my balls to my butt and she starts rimming my butt with the tip of her tongue. 'Aaaah, Oh my god, yes, yes!' I cannot help it I have to cry out from the sensation. Christine starts to move my cock in and out her mouth, sucking it hard, so that her lips are tightly squeezing my hardness, and I can feel Kate's tongue circle my butt and then she pushes the tip of the tongue against my hole and starts to flick up and down in a fast pace. I cannot take this for long, I know. The pressure in my balls is growing now each second. 'Oooh, yes, yes,' My hands still behind my back where Christine told me to place them, I watch as she sucks my cock and I can just see Kate's eyes as she watches me intently, eager to see how her and Christine's mouths are bringing me pleasure. I am seconds away from coming. 'Christine please!! Christine!' I shout finally. At this, Kate stops immediately and I can feel the squeezing of Christine's mouth and her movement slow down and then stop completely. She lets my cock slide out of her mouth and turns to me. 'Good, Archie. You have to be careful not to come until I allow you to.' She leans in and kisses me on the mouth. The thought that her mouth has only seconds before been sucking my cock, my shaft deep inside her mouth and throat makes my dick jump. We kiss for some time and I can feel Kate resume. I answer to Christine's kiss and she understands that I am now ready for more. Christine returns to my cock but does not take it in her mouth anymore, but now her tongue is running from the end of my cock to the root, up and down. I continue watching as the girls play with my dick and ass. Then I can feel Kate place a finger on my slippery hole, and start to push it inside me. The feeling is amazing, much better than any toy I have inserted there anytime previously back home. I can feel her finger slide easily inside and explore my tight ass. She continues to kiss my balls and now moves her finger in and out of me. Waves of pleasure run through me with each movement of her finger inside me, it feels like she has found a whole new set of nerve endings around my ass. After some time I can feel myself relax, and my butt does not squeeze her finger quite so much anymore. She feels this too, and soon I can feel her start to slowly insert two fingers inside me. All this time, Kate has been licking my cock, but now she stops and leans back. 'Kate, I think soon Archie is ready for you.' she says. She then pulls her bra slowly down and exposes her perfect breasts. Her nipples are hard and the bra keeps pushing them up. The sight is divine. She leans closer, bringing her tits closer to my face. I look into her eyes, wanting to signal that I want to lick those nipples and kiss those perfect tits. She reads my mind, and leans in further, bringing her tits to my face and I bury my face in her incredible softness, my nose and chin in her cleavage, turning my head left and right and seeking those nice, firm nipples to kiss and to lick. I find her left nipple and circle it with my tongue and then suck her nipple gently inside my mouth. I can feel her shudder as my lips squeeze her nipples. I turn to her right nipple right and wish I could have my hands free so that I could hold and touch those soft, round, cushy feminine mounds. Her skin is satin smooth and perfect, pale against the black underwear. She is leaning in close and I can feel the large dildo press on my side. 'I think he is ready now Kate.' Christine says. My head still buried between her breasts, I feel Kate stopping, pulling her fingers out from inside me. My butt feels ready, waiting, craving for Kate to enter me. Christine leans back, and I can now see Kate standing between my legs. She is too high so she bends down to take off her heels. As she bends over, I watch her tits looking so perfect in her white bra. Her shoes now off, Christine hands her a small bottle of lubricant, and she takes a little on her hands, and then, looking directly at me she spreads the lubricant on her pink dildo. The ache in my hole is stronger now, and I know in just a short while that pink dildo is going to fill my ass. Now Kate comes closer and I can feel her dildo on my ass, and she starts to push. The pressure feels great, slowly forcing my butt to open wider, then wider again. She keeps pushing. Me and Christine are watching her enter me. I have forgotten Julien completely, he is behind me, watching and enjoying the show. I feel just a small tightness and slight pain as the larger head of Kate's dildo finally slides inside me, and she pushes the rest of it in easily. The feeling is incredible, I feel full at her penetration. Then she slowly pulls back so that only the head of her dildo is inside me, and then she slowly pushes back in and starts to fuck me in a slow rhythm. I watch her, her gaze lowered to look at her dildo entering my ass. The pleasure of being fucked in the ass is different. It feels awesome, but I can tell that I am not in danger of orgasming very soon. I want her to fuck me long and hard. I begin to answer her thrusts with lifting my hips slightly, begging for her to fuck me harder. 'Yes, that's it. Archie likes it, don't you Archie?' Christine asks. 'Yes, yes, it feels great.' I answer and Kate looks at me and sees my open mouth and sees my face with my pleasure so clear to her. She starts to pick up speed, and her thrusts are deeper and faster now. She places her hands on my balls, and I can feel her fingernails dig in to the skin in my balls. Christine now leans in and starts to suck my cock again, her mouth moving on the same rhythm as Kate's dildo is fucking my ass. The pleasure of the sight of Kate fucking me and Christine sucking me and the feeling of the dildo inside me, moving in and out is almost too much to cloud my thoughts, but I have some sense in me to remember that exactly this was my fantasy. My dick in mouth of a beautiful woman, and another woman fucking me in the ass. I answer each of Kate's thrusts and try to push my cock deep into Christine's mouth at the same time. I feel I am getting closer to orgasm again. I think soon I will want to forget to warn them, but I do not want to disappoint Christine. 'Christine please!' I shout as I think I am in danger of coming. Christine pulls away, my hard cock dropping from her mouth. She turns to me and kisses me again. 'Hmm. Archie, you might be almost ready for me. Maybe you need to make my cock ready for you though?' She straightens her back and then she brings the large black dildo on my lips. I don't know about this part. I look into her eyes. 'Archie, try it. You can tell me if you don't like it.' she says. I nod and open my lips slightly. She brings the dildo closer. It looks so huge. Kate is still slowly fucking me but now her attention is also focused on me. I open my mouth more and Christine pushes her hips closer. 'That's it Archie. Suck it. Suck my dick and make it slippery.' She slowly enters my mouth. The dick is so big I have to open my mouth further, and she knows not to go in too deep. I open my eyes and I see Christine's face above me with slight red on her cheeks. She pulls away and pushes her dildo back in my mouth. It feels easier now, and the sight of her face and her tits above me, looking at me as I suck her dildo is so erotic that I immerse myself in the feeling, I want to suck her dick, I want her to feel as she would really have a cock and she would be in control, pushing it in my mouth. The two ladies are now pushing their dildos inside me, Kate into my ass and Christine into my mouth. My spit is making more and more of Christine's cock slippery and shiny. She is pushing slightly deeper now, but I cannot take more than two or three inches of the enormous black shaft inside my mouth. After a minute Christine pulls away. 'Kate, I think he is ready for me now, don't you think?' Kate nods and slowly also pulls away from my ass. My ass suddenly feels empty, there is void there now. I feel both a little fear at the size of Christine's dildo and a delicious waiting. Kate's dick was feeling awesome when it was sliding in and out my ass, but it was in the end moving in so easy. My butt would be ready for something bigger. The ladies switch places, Christine now standing between my legs. She also removes her heels now. 'Kate, you can remove the thing now, I have something in mind for you.' Christine says. Kate takes off the strap-on, she is now only wearing the white bra. I can feel Christine pushing the head of her big black cock on my already ready ass and as she applies more and more pressure, I can feel it starting to slide in, initially I feel it stretching my hole a bit, but as the larger head gets in, I just feel again that I am filled completely and the size feels just right. The feeling of having her big cock stretching my ass is great. She starts to push in further, inch by inch, and I can feel the cock moving deeper and deeper into my ass. I watch her, her tits pushed up by the black bra, her hands on my knees, spreading my legs apart, and her beautiful face looking now at my ass and the black thing sinking in it, now at me, watching my expression for hints at how deep can she go. 'Archie, say stop when you don't want me to go any deeper.' I don't know if I can take the whole thing, and now I think she is about half way in. 'More, Christine, please.' I say. She complies with a smile and pushes further. I feel the cock inside me reach a place that I am not comfortable to go past, and I say to Christine 'Stop here please, this feels good, but no deeper, please.' 'Ok Archie.' she answers and lets me accommodate the cock for a while and then she slowly pulls the cock almost all the way out, and then, deliciously, pushes it slowly back in. She then starts to fuck me in the ass with long, slow thrusts. Her large black cock is pulling out of my ass, and then sliding back in and I watch her as her hips thrust against me. She is pushing now with her hands on my knees, forcing my legs to bend over further. The sight is awesome, with her narrow waist and the black bra pushing her pretty tits together, and her obvious arousal at her fucking another man in the ass as her husband is watching. Each of ther thrusts sends pleasure through me, and as I feel her cock moving inside me, I feel the desire to touch my own cock, to pleasure myself. My balls feel heavy with cum ready to spurt out in a huge load. I think Christine must now sense my need as she now lets go my left knee and reaches down with her hand to squeeze my dick. 'Aah, yes, please Christine.' I have to cry out as her hand touches me. The touch feels divine. She starts to jerk me off slowly, with the same rhythm as her thrusts into my ass. It is much too slow for me, and I try to move my hips to fuck her hand faster, but she does not allow me this yet. 'Wait for it, Archie, I don't want you to come yet. Soon, but not yet.' My need to orgasm is reaching new heights, but at least she is promising it to happen soon. 'Kate, I think Archie needs something to occupy his mind, to take his mind off things. Why don't you offer him something to do.' Christine then says. What does she have in mind? I turn to look at Kate now, who has been sitting next to us, drinking in the sight of Christine fucking me. She looks at me and smiles. 'With pleasure.' she says and she stands up. Oh my god, what do the girls have in mind now? Kate moves to the other end of the sofa, on her knees, so that her face is right next to mine. I am on my back, and her face is right above me. She kisses me with her face upside down from my point of view. 'Archie, I want you to pleasure me with your mouth.' she whispers. Oh my god. Another one of my fantasies, how do they guess these things? I nod and kiss her again and she moves now so that her legs are on both sides of my shoulders, and her back is straight up, her pussy now just inches away from my face. My hands are still behind my back. The girls are now facing each other, Christine continuing to fuck my ass and now Kate, slowly removing her bra and letting her beautiful breasts free, lowers her pussy on my lips and I taste her delicious wetness as I lick her pussy lips. I can feel her body quiver as my tongue touches her, and she pushes her pussy lower, more firmly against my mouth. I have no objection, she tastes perfect and I move my mouth and my tongue in her wet slit and I can feel her starting to rotate and move her hips to rub her pussy more and more against my mouth and my nose. My face is totally covered by Kate's juices now, slippery and I can feel her enjoying the dominant position on top of me. I cannot see Christine anymore, but I can feel her banging her cock into my ass with faster pace, and her hand is jerking my hard cock faster. I push my hips up to meet her motion and I can feel I am coming closer to orgasm now. But I cannot speak with my face buried in Kate's pussy. I try to mumble something to let them know I am close. 'What was that? Kate, did you hear something?' Christine says 'Ah, aah... no Christine, aah.' Kate finds the time to reply, she is almost in her own little world now with my tongue elevating her to new levels of extasy. 'Maybe he wants you to take his cock into your mouth now.' Christine says. 'Oh.' I have just a moment to register what Christine has said when Kate drops her body on top of mine and as Christine lets go of my cock it sinks into Kate's mouth and she starts to suck it hard, moving it in and out her hot mouth, squeezing it hard with her lips. I push harder against her and my cock moves deeper and deeper into her throat and I can feel I am now very close to coming, spurting my load down her throat as Christine keeps now fucking my ass hard, faster and faster, that black cock now plunging deep into my butt. 'Archie, I want you to come now. I will count down from ten.' I hear Christine say. I don't know if I can hold back ten seconds. 'Ten' Kate sucks my cock even harder now and her hand is also jerking my shaft vigorously. Christine pulls her cock all the way out my ass and I can feel my ass gaping and waiting for her to thrust it back in. 'Nine' I realize Christine is not counting down in seconds, she is taking like 5 seconds between her count. I fear it is impossible now to hold back until she reaches zero. Christine pushes her cock now all the way back in, deeper than ever before. It feels right, I feel complete and filled with her dildo deep in my ass. 'Eight' Christine's cock starts to fuck my ass with impossibly fast pace and I bury my face to Kate's wet pussy with all the focus and energy I can muster as I am now so close to coming I will soon lose myself altogether 'Seven' Kate's lips squeeze on the head of my penis and I can feel Christine's fingers grab my balls and her fingernails sinking into the soft skin. 'Six' I can feel the load of a lifetime start to move from my balls. I am past the point of no return now, I have no control anymore. In seconds, my cum will spurt out of my cock and slosh into Kate's mouth. 'Five' Christine's cock is plunging deep into my ass, in and out, each thrust seems to move my load and bring my orgasm closer. 'Four' I lick Kate's pussy as fast as I can, my tongue flicking her clit and I can feel her also only seconds away from her own orgasm. 'Three' No, I can't make it. I can't make it to One. Here it comes. 'Two' 'AAAAAAAAHHHHH OH YEEES CHRISTINE!' I cry out as the mother of all loads shoots out of my dick.The first few spurts of sperm Kate manages to hold in her mouth, but then she has to pull away as my cock keeps spraying her with impossible amounts of spunk. My face is suddenly drenched with Kate's orgasmic juices as she explodes onto my mouth. I can feel her whole body shudder and her pussy is shooting out load of her own. Christine keeps fucking me and now Kate and Christine both have their hand on my still sperm-spraying cock, jerking it as it keeps shooting loads on Kate's face and her tits. I push my hips against their hands. I have never experienced orgasm like this. It seems never ending. My asshole is enjoying still the sensation of Christine's cock pushing in and out as it is pulsing around her dildo and each pulse of pleasure feels great as her cock is moving in my ass. It seems like the orgasm lasts a minute, but finally I run out of cum and I can feel the girls slow down. Kate is seems equally weary from her own orgasm and she collapses on top of me, with her juices on my face and my cum all over her face and breasts. Christine slowly pulls out of me. My ass is still seeming to pulse from my own anal orgasm as her dildo slips out. I cannot move yet and Kate is still on top of me. We slowly recover and Kate sits up, moving back away so that I can also sit up. As she moves away I watch her expression and notice her face and chest is covered by my cum. I get a sudden urge to lean in and kiss her cum covered face, but I don't do it right there and then. I think it could be too much for us right now. I turn to look at Christine. 'Well now Archie, are you happy you shared us your fantasy?' she asks. 'Thank you Christine, that was so great.' I say. I think this must have been best sex I have ever had, or at least close to our session on the beach with Kate. 'It was my pleasure.' Christine answers with a smile and then continues 'Maybe you two want to get a shower now? I can wash the dildos so they are nice and clean again.' I look at Kate, covered in my cum and she smiles at me. 'Sounds good.' she says. A long warm shower with Kate feels just right. 'Yes.' I say. 'Ok then, but don't go sleeping just yet. You will join us here in a moment?' 'We will be back.' With this, we stand up with Kate and walk upstairs to my room. I turn on the shower and she steps in to the shower cubicle with me. It is slightly cramped but I don't mind having Kate so close. I shower her with the warm water and she cleans off my cum from her face. She then does the same for me while I take some soap and reach around her, washing her back, pulling her slippery wet body close to mine. We kiss passionately as I caress her back and buttocks with my soapy hands. She then takes soap and washes my back and chest the same way. Her soapy hands feel great on my skin. The Mediterranean Guesthouse Ch. 06 Note to readers: The story is posted to [group sex] because most of the earlier chapters featured Group activities. This chapter doesn't, this one is strictly one on one. If you are not familiar with earlier chapters of the story, please visit them, votes and comments are welcome. Chapter 5 had male anal penetration from strap-ons, so if that is offensive to you, do not read it. The story switches between Archie and Kate point of views, so bear with me. I wanted to switch between persons (which was also done in ch04) for the ending to be as I wanted it. Good reading, hope you enjoy it! (and thanks for everyone who voted and commented on the earlier stories!) ***** Archie Standing outside the house, we wave with Kate as Christine and Julien drive away. Watching them get into the car, the last hug and kiss with Christine, the last shake of hands with Julien, it all now reminded me of my own departure soon to come. So I have all the more reasons to feel a bit melancholy this beautiful morning. Even though we all knew this moment would come, the moment where we would have to say goodbye, the breakfast this morning was still a bit difficult for all of us. At least for me, each time I looked at Christine, I could not help feeling a twinge of sadness come over me. Meeting her, making love to her these past few days was an experience that would stay with me for a long time. My eyes drink her beauty for those last few moments in the breakfast table, and I know I am staring a bit but I don't really care. I am trying to figure out what I felt for her. From the very first night we made love, I think I felt perfectly at ease with her, and I think we sort of found the same wavelength, same vibe. At the same time, and especially knowing she is married to Julien, I did not get the feeling of actual love. Desire, and great companionship, certainly, but not really anything going beyond deep friendship. I admired her courage in revealing herself to us and also her thoughtfulness and empathy. To find a friend in a week and then to lose her, I think that is what is making me sad right now. Of course, we couldn't depart without exchanging phone numbers and emails, and promises to be in touch. Still, there is a nagging doubt in my mind how deep such promises turn out to be. Would we remember to write when we all find ourselves back in our normal lives? For myself, I hope so. But I don't know yet how it will turn out. Certainly I would hope to be able to write to them, talk to them or visit them later some time. I try not to think about the other thing that is making me feel sad. I have my hand around Kate as we stand on the driveway of the house. The thoughts of my having to leave back home tomorrow evening return as I hold her. I think both of us are now thinking the same thing. We have only today, tonight and tomorrow left. The morning sun is bright and the day is promising to be a nice warm one. The rays of the sun on my skin seem to charge me up with positive thoughts, breaking my downcast mood. Two more days with Kate! And, one more night... 'Archie, do you want one more cup of coffee?' she asks me as the car has driven out of sight down the driveway. 'Sounds good.' We walk back down to the breakfast table on the terrace and Kate goes to the kitchen to grind the coffee and put the water on the boil. Rather than think about the little time we have together I want to just enjoy these last moments I have here. Sitting in the shade, morning breeze not quite warm but not quite cool, not a cloud in the sky. I want my mood to be as bright as the day is promising to be. Kate brings out the coffee pot, two cups and a small jug of milk. As we sip on the rich brew in silence, I think we are both trying to avoid the thoughts of the unavoidable parting of our ways that is approaching. I start to think about something that would occupy our minds for today, to take our minds off my departure tomorrow. 'Do you have anything you must do at the house today Kate, or any errands?' I ask Kate. 'Nothing that cannot wait until next week, or Saturday.' 'There was one something I had in mind that could be fun. I would like to see if there is a place that rents motorcycles. I saw some guys riding some nice bikes the other day and the roads are so great so I thought maybe if there is a place to rent them maybe I could rent one, just for a day.' 'Sounds like fun. You know, I have not rented a bike here, but I had a guest do it once, and I checked and I think there is a couple places that do rent out bikes.' 'You have ridden a motorcycle before?' I ask. 'Actually, I owned a bike when I was living in the UK.' Kate answers. I am a little surprised at this. Kate does not strike me as a motorcycle type of person. I ask her what kind of bike she had. 'Oh, it was a 250 cc Kawasaki, I was young then. But I have to warn you, the bikes they have for rent here are not so fancy. You do not see any superbikes or anything like it, I think the sportiest they have for rent are 700 cc Honda transalps.' I guess the Ducatis that the guys were riding the other day were not rentals then. I sigh, it would have been nice to ride a real sport bike, but probably a less aggressive bike suits me just fine too. 'Archie, I would actually love to go for a ride with you. Would you mind if we both rent a bike for today?' Kate asks. 'That would be awesome!' I answer her. I was expecting to ride alone, and just enjoy the twisty mountain roads and the perfect riding weather, but to have more time together with Kate at the same time, it is just great. 'Great! Let's go and check out from the computer where the place is. I think it is actually not that far to drive there.' We looked up the place and Kate called them to confirm they had bikes and gear available. It seems that the biggest tourist rush is already over so they have not so many customers so we could just show up and pick the bike we liked. Since it is already getting close to 10 am, we hurry to get ready and after 15 minutes we are driving towards the place near Paphos. In the car we chat about my bikes, I have had several different kind back home. A 750 cc sport bike, a cruiser and then a weird but nice air cooled Yamaha Bulldog. I have not been riding that long, about 10 years and not so many miles, so maybe it is better not to have a sporty bike like a Ducati under me. At the shop we are greeted by a young sales guy, Andreas, who apparently is the one Kate was on the phone with. Andreas is nice and friendly and shows all the available bikes to us. We also need some riding gear, and these are available too. I try on a jacket and a helmet, I am going to ride in my jeans. Kate decides to rent also some leather riding pants. Andreas is helping me to choose a correct size helmet as Kate steps out from the ladies dressing room with the tight black leather pants on. The black leather is really hugging her long, shapely legs. She stops in front of the mirror to look at herself. Andreas and I are just staring at her now. The pants are tight around her pretty ass, and we cannot help but to admire the view. A few seconds later we notice that Kate is looking at us at the mirror, smiling, seeing us looking at her. Andreas is quick to turn his look away, but I continue to look at Kate. She looks really sexy in that tight leather. The shop has some cruisers and a large selection of off-road bikes, but no real sports bikes. They have a 700cc Honda Transalp and a 650 cc Yamaha bike with smooth tires for tarmac use. We settle for them. Just as we are about to wrap everything up, Kate mentions that she actually lives on the island, and isn't a tourist. Andreas stops to think for a while and asks if we could wait for a minute, and steps into the back room to apparently make a phone call. I look at Kate, wondering what her living on the island has to do with our renting the bikes. She seems as mystified as I am. We can hear Andreas on the phone but he is speaking in Greek. After only a minute he comes back. 'OK, since one of you is living on the island, we have two special bikes available, if you are interested.' he says to us. Kate and me look at each other for a second and nod. 'Sure we are interested. What kind of bikes are these?' Kate asks. 'Special bikes, I can show you. But, special bike rent a little higher price. The normal bike rent for a day is 32 euro a day, minimum rental 3 days, you want just two days, return bikes tomorrow?' 'Yes, I my flight back is tomorrow, so we would return bikes tomorrow afternoon.' 'Ok. For this I checked with our manager, this time we can do 2 day rent for the normal price 32 euro per day. But for special bikes, they cost a little more. But you want to see the bikes first.' Andreas invites us to follow him. He opens a door on the side of the main room and we follow him through the workshop where they wash and maintain the bikes. There is one mechanic working on a big cruiser bike, doing an oil change, he looks up as we walk past. I nod to him and he nods back. Andreas leads us to the back of the maintenance room and stops at an unmarked door. 'Special bikes only for Cypriot residents.' he says with his hand on the door handle. He opens the door, but the room is all dark with black interior. I look at Andreas, then at Kate. Andreas gestures us to enter. Kate steps into the room and I follow. Now when I am in the room, my eyes start to make out the shape of two bikes in front of us. Andreas closes the door behind us and then he switches on the lights. Wow. In front of us stands two menacing bikes that seem to ooze speed even standing still. The bike on the left is fire red, and as my eyes linger on the beautiful streamlined body, I spot the numbers 848 and know it is a Ducati. The bike on the right, a combination of white and black and red, I do not recognize. It has letters F3 on the side, but I do not instantly recognize the brand of the bike. Kate is also looking at the bikes, and Andreas is standing back, letting us have the moment to admire at the shop's treasures. We step closer, and as I gravitate towards the sensual figure of the red Ducati, Kate instinctively moves toward the other bike. The Ducati is just beautiful, the front of the bike low slung, the two driving lights looking like the eyes of a bird of prey, the narrow red sides covering the desmosedici masterpiece hidden in the heart of the red-tube-frame. Kate is already standing next to the other bike and I turn to look at it. Now I spot the small text on the side of the tank. MV Agusta. I have a feeling we are looking at two pretty expensive bikes. Turning to look at Andreas, who is still standing by the door, apparently feeling proud at his shop's hidden gems, I ask him about the rent for these special bikes. 'For the Ducati, 120 euro a day, for the Agusta, 150 euro a day.' That is a lot if we have to take the bikes for two days, and looking at Kate I see that she is thinking the same. Then I ask if we could just rent them for today, return at the closing of the shop. Andreas takes out his cell phone and calls the manager again. I look at Kate and she is nodding to me, if they are ok just taking these babies out for a few hours, she is game. Andreas hangs up the call. 'Yes, we can do it. We close at 6 pm. You are back around 5.30 pm it is ok.' Awesome! We go back to the main shop, and on our way back Andreas says something to the mechanic. 'Nicolaos will bring the bikes up front for you.' he says to us. We finish up the rental agreement and when we step out of the shop, me in my jacket and my full face helmet in hand, Kate in her gorgeous leather pants and a matching tight black leather jacket, the Ducati and the Agusta are waiting for us in front. Andreas walks us through the controls of the bikes and starts them up. The Ducati starts up and sounds angry, the revs jumping instantly up before settling to a lumpy cold idle. The bike sounds like some huge feline cat, a panther or a mountain lion, that has been woken too early from her sleep. The Agusta roars awake with similar cacophony, the revs ripping through our bodies. Andreas reminds us that we should let each bike warm up for a few minutes before driving, and also reminds us that they are equipped with a GPS data logger and he can check later that we haven't over revved them or taken them to dirt roads. The deductible on the bikes was huge, so we definitely want to return these bikes in perfect shape. With the two bikes idling in front of us, it is as if they are some kind of sleeping animals, maybe big sleeping cats, purring there in the noon sun, aware of us but conscious of their own power. I stepping closer to the Ducati, I feel slightly scared of it, but at the same time the expectation of riding the beautiful thing is making my heart beat faster. Kate walks to the Agusta and with a flash of those tight leather pants, sits on it. As she bends forward to reach for the handlebars, the leather stretches even tighter. Suddenly it is very difficult to watch anywhere else than at the back of her bike. I feel something stirring in my jeans. I wonder what Andreas makes of all this. 'Come on Archie, these pants are really hot here in the sun, let's go!' she says. I have to agree. The pants are incredible. I get on my bike. The Ducati feels light between my legs, and I can feel the vibrations from the idling engine. Reaching for the handlebars it feels like I am putting on a tight glove. I try the throttle. 'BWAAAAPRRRP!' I manage not to jump. The way the revs explode from the slightest movement of the throttle is exhilarating. I look at Andreas who is grinning next to us. 'Have a nice ride, ride safe!' he says. I turn to look at Kate who is ready to go. 'I have an idea where to go. Follow me?' she says, and without waiting for me to answer, takes off. I tap on the shift pedal and the first gear clunks home, then I try the clutch, feeling for the bite point. Carefully just a little throttle and I am moving. The rental agency has a short access road, and I try the gearshift and clutch, and the feeling of the throttle, still keeping the revs below five thousand. The bike feels again like a big cat, still sleepy, but now moving. Even with revs this low I can feel the power of the engine. Kate is waiting at the intersection, eager to get out on the bigger road and really explore the performance of the Agusta. I stop next to her and nod, ready to go. She nods back to me and checking for traffic, turns right. I follow her. With an empty road, Kate accelerates the Agusta hard and in seconds she is just a small dot in the horizon. I check my mirrors for traffic and click down a gear and with the revs at 5 thousand, turn my right wrist for more. It is as if the cat within the bike opens her eyes and stretches. The bike pulls hard and I have to hold on the handlebars tighter. In an instant the tach reads nine thousand and we are already doing more than a hundred kilometers an hour, I back off the throttle and click up two gears. I would love to take the bike higher but I fear my abilities and the public road don't really allow for it. I felt the front wheel pulling off the ground even when the throttle was not fully open. Scary, but fun at the same time. Kate has slowed down, and soon I catch her up. I wave to her and she waves back. The road leads to the freeway, and we accelerate hard again on the onramp, I don't have time to look at the speedo, but the cars doing 120 on the freeway suddenly start to go backwards fast. We back off again and get on the left lane, with Kate in front and me tailing her at 15 meters. The wind is buffeting a bit, but the driving position is so low that worst of it is going above my head. Kate stays on the freeway for ten minutes and then I spot her put the blinkers on to get off on the next exit. I suspect we are heading for the mountain roads! Excellent! The houses thin out and as we leave the 40 km/h limited area and start to climb toward the Troodos. The road starts to weave left and right, slow second gear corners and occasional straight with good visibility. The surface is good, if in places slightly rough. There are no other cars in sight. I get more familiar with the Ducati, and the feeling of exiting a corner and turning on the throttle and knowing how forcefully the bike will pull on my hands is exciting. Kate is enjoying the Agusta the same way, exiting corners which have uninhibited visibility faster and faster. Still, she always waits for me to catch up. As we have spent a half an hour on the bikes and are familiar with the explosive violence of the acceleration, we continue riding but seem to find an understanding of dialing down the speed a notch. We begin to ride a bit slower as the road rises to the forested area, I am closer to Kate now, just a couple of bike lengths behind her. With the way she places the bike and always seems to brake just enough for the corners, she appears to know the road pretty well. The road is now twistier, with barely fifty meter straights between each corner, sometimes the corners turn impossibly far. The road climbs more steeply, and there are walls of rock and concrete as the road appears to try to cross onto itself. Part of me is thinking that this road would have been fun to climb on the bicycle, and another part of me is thankful for the power of the engine between my legs, pulling me up the mountain with such ease. The way our bikes move from corner to corner starts to feel like a dance. The machines tilt into one corner, then a twist of the throttle and we are both speeding into the next turn of the road in the green tunnel of the pine trees flashing by. The rhythm of me and Kate on the bikes, accelerating and braking, the feeling of the g-forces in the corners, the lean of our bikes, it is like our motions are synchronized. I have perfect sight of Kate's beautiful butt in those leather pants as she moves on the bike, but I have to remind myself not to fixate on her curves so as not to forget the curves that matter more just now, the ones on the road. We are climbing high now, and the pine trees start to be further from each other, the forest thinning out, revealing glimpses of the hilly scenery and the sea in the foggy horizon. The grey, foggy horizon morphs seamlessly to the deep blue sky. There isn't a cloud in sight. Just as I am wondering how such a road can be so deserted, Kate raises her hand to indicate something, and then she slows down and pulls off the road onto a wide area which offers views of the hills and the sea in the distance. I stop next to her. We let the bikes idle for a moment and take our helmets off. Breathing the mountain air, I look at Kate, and as the bikes have cooled down a bit, we turn them off. They start to tick and cool down in the sudden silence. Kate puts back her glasses, which she took off before taking off the helmet. 'Just, wow. That was pretty awesome ride.' I say. 'Wasn't it? As soon as we agreed to rent bikes, I instantly thought of this road. I used to ride this years ago a lot when we lived closer to the mountains, and the road is always empty, and it always seemed to me the perfect road for bikes like these.' 'Well, you sure were not wrong.' I struggle to put my earlier thoughts of the drive seeming like a dance to words. 'It was... kind of an unreal feeling, following you. I sort of fell into a trance, turning into the corners with you, braking, accelerating, all at the same time with you. It was kind of like we were dancing.' 'I know.' she answers. 'I would like to try with you leading, but I know the road a lot better.' The Mediterranean Guesthouse Ch. 06 'And, I also had the fine sight of you in those leather pants. Your ass looks fabulous in them!' 'Do you think so? You don't think my ass looks too fat in these?' she says, teasingly. 'Kate, your ass in those tight leather pants was almost enough to make me crash with the bike a couple times!' 'Hmm, Archie, you have to be careful where you look when you are riding! But now when we have stopped, this outfit is a bit hot.' Kate says and starts to open her leather jacket zipper slowly. I am leaning into the Ducati and Kate is in front of me. Her light brown hair is loose in the wind, an unruly mess after she has removed her helmet. As she slowly unzips the jacket my gaze follows her hand as she moves from the top of the collar. Her slender neck is exposed first, then her hand opens the zipper further. As her hand is on her chest, I realize that she isn't wearing a shirt beneath the jacket. I am captivated by the sight of her breasts being squeezed together by the tight leather riding jacket. Does she have anything under there? I get my answer as her hand moves lower still. She is wearing a small, lacy black bra underneath, but nothing else. I feel my cock stirring in my jeans as her zipper is now completely open and I see her flat tummy, the jacket now open from the front. 'I am so hot, I hope you don't mind Archie if I take the jacket off?' I don't manage an answer as Kate removes the jacket. She is now wearing only the black bra and those gorgeous tight leather pants. Has she forgotten where we are, on the side of a public road? Granted, we haven't seen a soul in the last twenty minutes. 'Oh, that is much better!' Kate says with her jacket off, the cooler mountain air must feel good on her hot skin. She puts the jacket on top of the Agusta. She raises her hands on top of her head and stretches, arcing her back. This pushes and lifts her tits even further and her thin waist looks awesome and her butt and legs look just plain divine in the shiny, tight black leather. My erection is harder now, making the front of my jeans bulge out. For an instant I remember the sight of her last night in the beautiful white lingerie and long heels, with the pink strap on on her hip. I thought that was the most erotic sight I have seen. But now when I see her on the black tight leather biker pants, only wearing the black bra and her glasses, and the mountain breeze moving her loose brown hair onto her face, I am thinking the trophy has now passed to what I am viewing right now. 'What is this Archie, are you seeing something you like?' she says with a smile, as if just now noticing the swollen front of my jeans. She moves closer to me. I am without words as she is now just a step away, her beautiful breasts right in front of me. She reaches and touches my dick through the jeans, squeezing it slightly and leans in to kiss me. I return the kiss with a sigh and a moan as she simultaneously squeezes my cock harder. I sense hunger in her kiss, the way her mouth opens and her tongue moves on my lips and meeting my own tongue. The kiss seems to release any and all inhibitions I had and makes my hard-on grow to its fullness. She feels this through the fabric and as we continue to kiss she starts to open my belt. 'Kate, what... somebody could come!' I manage to stutter, looking at her pretty face. 'Relax, we haven't seen anybody here, and anyway, we can hear them coming from a mile away. Besides, these leather motorcycle pants have kneepads. I want to put them to some use.' She is right, the place where we have stopped is so silent that any cars or motorcycles would be evident long before they were on to us. Her comment of kneepads both makes me want that time would speed up and stand still. Kate has opened the belt and now is slowly working on the buttons of my jeans. Part of me is scared at us doing this in public and part of me, but a growing part wants her to continue, to allow my dick an escape from the tight jeans. Kate gets the last of the buttons on my jeans open. She is still standing in front of me. Her pale, tight, waist and those tight leather pants and her small black bra outside in the barren mountain scenery is a sight I will not forget in a while. She kisses me one last time and then smiles as she kneels in front of me. 'Mm. Something delicious is hiding in here.' she says kneeling in front of my crotch, my dick bulging in my shorts. I am again wordless as I cannot wait for her to release my member and sink it into her mouth. She looks up at me and slowly brings her hand on the waistband of my shorts, and then starts to move her fingers across my belly, slowly pulling the waistband downwards. My shaft is iron-hard and is stretching the fabric of the shorts as if her mouth is a magnet. Kate stops and kisses my cock through the fabric of the shorts. Her mouth catches the head of my cock and she bites a little into it, sending waves of both pain and pleasure and promise through me. I wonder who of us will watch for traffic in moments to come, then I lose that thought as Kate pulls the waistband even lower, exposing my balls but still keeping the head of my cock a prisoner. My hard-on is now being held captive by its own hardness. My cock is so stiff it does not jump out even though only an inch is keeping it under the waistband of my shorts. 'Wow, I think you do like what you are seeing... I think I have not seen you this hard before.' Kate says as she starts to lick the shaft of my penis and the exposed balls. I look down, and see her perfect shoulders and her long brown hair and her white back, the narrow waist and her round butt in those tight black leather pants stretched so tight that the black leather is almost totally wrinkle free, and her long legs under her as she kneels on the gravel in front of me. At last she pulls the final inch of the waistband down and my dick jumps free, and hits her straight on her face, almost making her glasses drop to the ground. 'Oh my, aren't we excited!' Kate says as she corrects her glasses and takes a better look at my cock standing at full attention in front of her. The veins standing out, the head of my cock is almost purple at the pressure of desire, seeking to enter between Kate's lips into the tightness of her slippery mouth. She looks up at me as she places a delicate kiss on the head. The touch of her lips feel at the same time hot, promising, and then cool as the mountain air hits the moist spot as her mouth leaves. I would like to grab her head and thrust my cock down her throat, but I think she will want to dictate the speed of events, and part of me is relishing the slowness of her progress. As if the ice is broken, the initial touch of her lips on my cock behind us, she licks my shaft with more eagerness and hunger. The tip of her tongue going the full length from head to root and back, then twisting around the head, sending waves of pleasure through me and forcing me to close my eyes. She tickles me with her tongue and finds that sensitive spot just at the head of my cock, where the foreskin ends. As she notices my moans when she touches me there, her lips move in and suck on the spot and I cannot help it, I begin to thrust my hips and try to make her open her lips and take me inside her mouth. The longing of having those lips around my cock is overwhelming, I cannot think anything else than the need of seeing my cock disappear into her mouth. She looks up to me and stops, parting her lips expectantly. I look down to her eyes, and her face is framed by her beautiful hair loose on the wind, her breasts in the black bra and her legs in the black leather pants. She opens her mouth a bit wider and, her eyes never leaving mine, takes me deep into her mouth. The hot squeeze of her lips after the feeling of the cool mountain air on my cock and the depth of her throat on the initial thrust are amazing. I am stunned and time seems to stop, and it is as if I don't want to leave the hot, deep place where I have entered, but part of me wants to pull out, to be able to thrust back in. She takes the decision away from me by pushing on my hips, slowly pulling my cock almost out of her mouth, but not all the way, and holding on to the head with her lips and then sinking it even deeper again. My hands are on the sides of the Ducati, and I am watching as she starts to suck my cock, moving it in and out her mouth, sometimes looking up to me, sometimes closing her eyes and focusing on the sensation of my pulsing dick entering deep into her mouth. I watch her pretty face with her glasses on, a little of her spit spilling out from the side of her mouth and onto her breasts and the leather pants. With the amount of sex I have had in the past days, it seems impossible that I can be this ready to come again, but the sight in front of me is just too much. I start to feel the load coming up my balls and I am getting nearer to the point of no return as I watch her suck my cock in the empty Cyprus mountain scenery. She senses my coming orgasm, and places her hand on my dick and squeezes, and does not take me as deep into her mouth anymore. She pulls my cock out of her mouth long enough to quickly say to me: 'Archie, I want you to come into my mouth. I want your sperm. Now. Please.' And then she takes me back in her mouth and sucks hard on the head and moves her lips just over the thicker end of my penis, while squeezing my member from the root and moving her hand as well. This is too much for me, her thirsty look at me when the words came out of her mouth makes me explode and fill her mouth with my cum. As soon as the first spurt of my load is shooting out and my moans break the silence of the hills around us, I sense a whooshing sound from the road. I am exploding into Kate's mouth as I realize that a cyclist is speeding past us on the downhill! As I see the cyclist disappear almost as fast as he appeared, I just have time to realize that he saw us and understood what was happening, with Kate half naked kneeling in front of me. But my orgasm cannot be stopped, and I shoot more of my load into Kate's waiting mouth. I grab her shoulders and thrust deeper, and hear more sounds from the road. This time is not one, but four more cyclists in similar attire and with slightly less speed flying past us. They have more time to look, and they clearly see us as Kate sucks my cum. None of the cyclists has enough time to brake as they were doing going far too fast to stop. Thankfully the road was straight, I would not have liked to start explaining if the cyclists had been watching us and then tumbling off the road. Kate keeps my cock in her mouth as I shoot more cum down her throat. I look down at her after my orgasm and the cycling team has passed. Not a drop of my load was spilled out, she took all of it into her mouth. I look at her as she swallows what is left and she looks up at me. Does she know about the team that whooshed past us? 'Hmm. I forgot about those guys. They don't make so much sound. Otherwise you would have stopped me, right Archie?' she says, standing up. I doubt I would have cared much if a bus full of tourists would have gone past when I was exploding into Kate's mouth. 'I did not notice them until they were right on top of us.' I answer. 'I don't care. Shall we go? Let's ride to the village near the summit for a sandwich or something?' 'Sounds good.' I answer. 'Do you want to try the Agusta?' Kate says zipping up her jacket. 'Sure, I would love to!' We switch bikes and Kate takes again point on the Ducati, as she is more familiar with the roads. The Agusta is, if possible, even angrier than the other Italian. The throttle is incredibly sensitive, even the smallest twist of the throttle seems to want to accelerate the bike much faster than I would like to. It takes a few minutes to get used to, but eventually I learn to trust the bike and the sticky tires, just trying to always aim it straight before accelerating out of the corners. The Ducati was more forgiving, but man, both of these bikes are incredibly exciting! They both feel alive, and now when we become more used to the response and the behavior of the bikes in the tighter corners, we begin to enjoy the ride even more. The road is again empty as before, the lone group of cyclists and us are the exceptions to what Kate said before, and nobody seems to be enjoying this twisty mountain tarmac trail. The trees thin out even more, and the road climbs smoothly ever more up the mountain slope. The wind is cooling us down again, and the satisfied feeling in my groin and the chance of riding these beautiful bikes in such company and such perfect scenery and road is making me so happy I could cry. It is one of those perfect moments that one gets sometimes in life. Kate takes a couple of intersections and we reach the road that takes us to the Troodos village near the top of the mountain. We park the bikes in front of a café, hang our helmets on the bike. Kate has to just unzip her jacket partially because of having no shirt underneath. We buy some sandwiches and two cokes and sit in the shade. We eat and chat about the perfect rides we got by surprise from the rental. Both the bikes are great, I prefer the slightly easier to ride Ducati, Kate loves the aggression in the Agusta. We agree to switch back for the final ride back to the rental agency. When we are done and climbing back onto the bikes, Kate says to me: 'I have one place I want to stop at when we ride back. To get something for tonight.' 'What place?' 'You'll see. Just follow me.' and she accelerates away. I have no choice but to follow her as we ride down the mountain. The road is familiar to me, I have been going down this same road a couple times now on the bicycle. Doing it on the Ducati, everything seems much faster and shorter. I can now appreciate the good brakes and the good traction from the front wheel. But there is more traffic, so we take it easy. There is more traffic on this road. We have to just follow the flow and ride with the local vans and the occasional rental cars of the tourists. It would be so easy to pass everyone on these bikes and go absolutely crazy, but on these roads and with the unpredictability of the Cypriot way of driving, it would be also totally insane. So we ride with the traffic and I am more thankful every moment that we had the blast of a drive through the deserted mountain road. I guess I am over the fact that we were seen by the group of cyclists while Kate sucked my dick. Now when I think about it, the thought of us being seen actually turns me on. I wonder what the guys on the bikes thought, seeing half naked girl kneeling in front of a guy in the side of the road? I bet we are the topic of the night's discussion back where they are staying. I am just glad that the road was downhill for them so they were doing fast enough speed to pass us in just seconds, otherwise it would have been slightly too awkward for me. We reach the freeway and Kate takes the turn to the left, not right where the guesthouse would be. I wonder what place she wants to stop at? We ride just a couple of exits and then take the off ramp and turn to the left, taking us to the outskirts of Limassol. I follow Kate as she drives the bike through the suburbs and then turns to a side road. Just a few hundred meters off the road she parks the bike and gets off in front of a store that has darkened windows. The sign above the windows says "Adult store" in large red letters. Kate is standing next to her bike, with her helmet off. 'I will just be a minute, will you wait outside?' she says, and disappears inside the store. I did not even have time to answer, so I am left outside waiting by the bikes. The street is empty, for which I am thankful. I do my adult toy shopping online, not that I feel that there is anything wrong with buying such items, but it just does feel a bit awkward to be visiting such places. Kate steps out of the store with a small plastic bag. I wonder what she has bought, but I have a suspicion I will find out later tonight. 'Archie, do you have any place to put this? My bike hasn't got any storage, and I can't fit it inside my jacket.' 'Let me see.' The package she has in the bag is too large for the small compartment on the Ducati, so I just open my riding jacket and stuff it in there. 'Thanks. It is a present for you. I hope you like it!' Kate says as we hop on our bikes and head back to the rental place. It is almost time to go back and now, with Kate's package pressing against my ribs, I am more waiting for our time tonight at the empty guesthouse than more miles on the bikes. We arrive to the rental place and leaving the pretty bikes in front, return our rented gear to Andreas, who is eager to know how we liked the bikes. Riding them was epic, and we tell Andreas this, and spend some time talking about the ride. Although we cannot really tell him everything that happened. We leave the part out where I had my dick in Kate's mouth and filled it with cum while the cycling team went past and she swallowed my load with just her black bra, the leather pants and her glasses on! While Kate is in the dressing room changing back to her own clothes (sigh: those leather pants!) I peek at the contents of the plastic bag, but am disappointed because the package inside is wrapped in brown paper. I shake it carefully, and feel the heft of the package. It is pretty heavy, and about five centimeters thick, fifteen long and ten wide. I stuff the package back into the plastic bag as Kate comes out from the dressing room. We get back to the car and start to drive to the house. 'So, ehh... what's in the package?' I ask Kate. 'Oh, no. It is a present for you. Well, I guess I am going to actually use it, but I think you will enjoy it as well.' Her secrecy is arousing. I am thinking what could be in the small package. Some lingerie? I did enjoy seeing her in the white bra and the stockings. But the package is so heavy, it cannot contain only some lingerie. A strap on? Could be, but the size is quite small in that case. 'When can I open it?' 'Hmm. I think when it gets dark.' she answers, looking at me. Dark? Damn, that is still a couple of hours away. I think my look reveals my thoughts as Kate laughs at my expression. 'You look like a small kid at Christmas! Anyway, we haven't eaten so much the whole day. At least I am starving. How about we cook something in my kitchen while we wait for the sun to set?' It sounds good to me, and for the rest of the drive back to the house we chat about what we could make. Back at the house, I go to my room to change clothes and shower. The day was exciting, and to get to ride those amazing bikes was really great. But what happened in the forest is still the main thing in my mind. I still remember how it felt when I realized at the same time that I am going to shoot my cum, Kate does not pull out and is going to allow me to shoot all of it inside her mouth, and then seeing the team of cyclists shoot past us as I filled Kate's mouth with my load. At the time it seemed scary to be seen by other people, but looking back to it now, it was kind of erotic to be seen in public doing something which normally would be considered forbidden. As I step out of the shower, these thoughts and the memory of Kate in her black leather pants, kneeling in front of me is making my cock swell and the thought of her present for me is making my erection even harder. The expectation of getting the present is the main thing in my mind however. I dress in beige slacks and a white shirt and after a short breather in the terrace to give Kate some more time to get ready, I wander downstairs to the kitchen. Kate isn't there yet, but the package is waiting on the dining table outside, like it is teasing me. I decide to sit in the living room, waiting for Kate to be back. The Mediterranean Guesthouse Ch. 06 When she gets back from her shower, she has put on cutoff jeans and a short sleeved white shirt, and she has left it open in the front. She looks sexy in the outfit, and smells shower fresh. We decided to do a simple wok style dish from whatever there is in the fridge. I start to chop the vegetables for the wok while she sets some rice and does some salad for us. Kate asks me to open a bottle of white wine, and I pour us glasses while we are starting to heat up the wok. It is getting dusk when the food is ready. We eat outside, talking about the day and the bikes. The present in the middle of the table is like the pink elephant in the room. We both know it is there, and I admit it is making my concentration a bit difficult. As we finish eating, have cleaned out the dishes and are sitting in the dining table outside, the darkness is getting thicker. Sun has set twenty minutes ago, and the stars start to come out. The hills around us are black already, the sky a darkening blue. With a quiet moment in our chatting, I look first at Kate, then to the present between us. I fill her glass with wine and ask the question. 'Is it time to open this?' I point to the package in front of us. Kate looks around her. 'I guess I promised when it is dark. Yes, you can open it now.' She looks a bit apprehensive, scared. 'Wait, let me explain first. I ... said to you something yesterday. And I kind of had that thing in mind. And since it has been so great having you here as my guest, and this is your last night here, I wanted us to... I wanted to try something. So, please, I am not forcing you to do anything. It is only if you want to.' I look at her with the package in my hands. I put down the package, stand up and walk around to her side of the table. She is still looking at the package on the table, with a slight blush on her cheeks. 'Kate, my time here has been amazing. I could never, ever have imagined anything like what has happened. And, from the very first night, I felt some sort of connection to you. When I am with you, I feel good, I feel like I am with a good friend.' She has turned her face towards me, looking up at me, and my words have clearly relieved some of her tension and her fears. 'And Kate, what I did yesterday, when I revealed my fantasy to Christine and you, and then we actually did it... it was probably the greatest sex I have had ever. I feel with you I can be open, and we can try things. So I am glad that you have something that you want to try.' I bend down to kiss her gently. She returns my kiss, raising her hand to grab my head and pulling me to her mouth, her kiss is strong, like my words have been exactly what she needed, but at the same time I sense in her kiss the coming moment of our separation, the moment when I have to leave her and go back home. In that one kiss I sense the whole incredible week; the surprise meeting of such wonderful people, the excitement of the sensual sex that we have had, the scared feelings we all had for exposing our fantasies to other people, and the delight we then had when the others were interested and wanted to carry out the things that we shared. And finally, most of all I sense in her eager, strong kiss the remorse of the inevitable end of this dream-like week, the wish that it wouldn't end, and that we could stop time and live in this moment for as long as we liked. When we finish, I look her and go back to sit on my side of the table. I take the package and start to unwrap it. There is no cord, it is just brown paper with clear office tape, so it is easy to open. The package is not a single item, it is three small packages. First one contains a bottle of rose-scented lubricant. The second is a black box with a metal object, I think it is an anal probe of some sort, a butt plug as they are called. The metal butt plug has different sized "balls" closely attached to each other. And finally, there is a small anal douche. It is a basically a kit for anal sex. I look up to Kate. She is blushing, but meets my look. 'I asked them at the shop for stuff for anal beginners, and this is what they recommended. If you remember, last night I told you I would like to try it. And since you are leaving soon, and I won't have anybody else to try it with... I thought maybe we could try it tonight... if you want to.' I look at Kate and try to decide what to say. Definitely I would like to do it with her, I like anal, but when it is your first time it can take some getting used to. I mean Christine for sure enjoyed it, and I do too, but I bet both of us have had plenty of practice. I don't want to disappoint Kate, both by rejecting her offer, but also I don't want her to have a bad experience on my final night here. I decide that honesty is the best approach. 'Kate, I would love to try it with you, but you know the first time when someone does it could be not so enjoyable. So if we do it, we should not be disappointed if you find it too painful. It would be perfectly normal.' 'I know, I read about it in internet this morning. I would still like us to try.' I look at her and notice that she really wants it and I remember the guts it took me to tell the others about my fantasy. There is no way I can deny her the chance to live hers. 'Ok. I would love to try it with you.' She reaches across the table for my hand, and I take it, squeezing hard. 'But, I think I need some advice from you,' she says. 'About how to... use these things best. And how would you like to... do it.' I think about it a moment. Even talking about this is going to require some boldness, which I think I would not have had some time ago. But this week has taught me that with friends, one can be open and they will understand. 'Let us first look at the items. Do you know what this is for?' I hold the anal douche. Kate blushes. 'Yes, it is to clean yourself before. But I don't know how to use it.' 'It is real easy. You just take some lukewarm water, then fill this from it and then you just squirt it inside you. You can do it a few times and then hold it inside for a minute, and then use the toilet. Just when you fill it, take care that there isn't any air inside, just the water. You can repeat this a couple times until you feel that you are empty inside.' She looks a bit suspicious, but nods. 'Ok, sounds simple enough.' 'Afterwards, you should wash this carefully and then hang it to dry, and then take a shower yourself.' 'Ok. And this then?' She holds up the metal butt plug. 'The guy at the store recommended it, but it looks so... uncomfortable... and big.' 'It is metal so it is easy to clean and slides in easily. And see these things? They start smaller and gradually get bigger in size.' I am pointing at the connected balls that make up the butt plug. 'You are supposed to put the small end in first and then when you are comfortable, the next one and the next. But only as far as you want and it isn't painful. What it will do is it will allow your ass to relax and sort of understand that there is something there. I can't enter you in there if you are not relaxed.' 'And this I guess is what makes things slippery.' She points to the lubricant. 'Yes, and with anal, it is usually "more is better" when it comes to lubrication.' 'Well, it doesn't sound so complicated. Still... I can't remember being this nervous. What if it will hurt?' she asks. 'If we do it right, it should not hurt. We should go slow and try how far you can take this thing.' I hold the butt plug. 'If you can take the third or fourth ball, and you say it does not hurt you, then I think it is ok to try me enter you.' 'These? Wow. I don't know. They look huge.' 'Don't look at the size of the balls, look at the thickness of the shaft between the balls. The balls themselves will slide in easy and then your ass will settle on the thinner shaft between them. It will feel like you are stretched a little when the balls go in, and then it settles down each time after the thicker part is in.' She looks at where I am pointing. 'Oh, well, that looks... well, it still looks big, but... maybe not impossible.' She looks up at me. 'I... I said that I am nervous, but I am also curious, and I want to try it. With you.' 'Me too. But no pressure, all right? If it doesn't work out, I am not disappointed. I know that when it is first time, it might not be so easy.' She stands up and comes to my side of the table, standing in front of me. She sits down on my lap and puts her hands behind my back and kisses me. 'So Archie, do you want me now?' she whispers. 'Do you want to make love to me like this?' My cock is pushing against her, already hard from just talking about this with her. Her words make it harder again. My voice a whisper too, I answer her. 'Yes, Kate.' She kisses my ear and whispers so silently that even though the terrace is empty, only the sounds of the insects of the evening around us in the darkening night. 'I want your dick in my ass. I want you to fuck me there, and then I want you to cum inside me.' Her words are like magic, making my shaft hard as a rock. She must feel this as she is sitting on it. With a smile, she looks me deep in my eyes as she kisses me on the lips and then stands up, looking down at the bulge in my slacks. She takes my hand and I stand up too. 'Where should we do it?' she asks. I look around, then pull her from her hand inside the house. There, the chair in the living room. 'How about here?' 'Ok.' 'I will wait here.' I kiss her. 'Ok, I will be just a minute.' She grabs the front of my slacks and squeezes my erection making me sigh out of pleasure. 'Stay...hard.' and then she grabs the anal douche and goes to her wing of the house. I stand around for a while but then I walk back out to the terrace. The night is now completely dark and outside the lights of the house, the hillside is black. The moon is not out yet, and only the stars are lighting the hills. The scent of the warm night is exotic and the sounds of the evening all around me. My last night here. Tomorrow, the plane back home. Suddenly it feels wrong to be leaving. Leaving the warm air. Leaving the silent nature, the beautiful views. The sea. Leaving the pretty roads. Leaving the beautiful house. Leaving Kate. But this isn't where my life is. My life is back home. My work, my apartment. I think about the last week here. It is weird how people forget. It seems so long ago that I stepped off the plane and got to the rental car. And now, with all that is happened, it feels that "back home" was another life. The life where I need to return to. The cold. The darkness. The coming winter. Thinking about this wonderful week and Kate as my host, my friend, my lover, the return to back home seems like... yes, a return, but at the same time it seems like leaving something. I search for a word... and only one I can come up with is "paradise". I hear steps behind me, then her arms are reaching around me and I can feel the scent of shower-fresh Kate. 'Come.' she says. She has only a towel around her as I follow her to the living room. We stop in front of the chair and now I am standing behind her. Her hair is slightly damp from the shower and smells wonderful. I hold her loose brown long hair onto one side and kiss her neck. She breathes in when my lips touch her. I hold her still facing the chair, and start to open the towel she has wrapped around her. I allow it to fall to the floor and my hands move to her waist, caressing her lightly, touching her sides, her belly, bringing my hands slowly up close to her tits, then down her sides to her hips. Her hair is a little longer than shoulder length and loose, falling now to her back. I touch her shoulders, then her neck. She is breathing deeper. I turn her around. 'Close your eyes.' I tell her. She obeys me, lifting her chin up with parted lips, waiting to be kissed. I kiss her on the lips and bring my hands now up on her neck and throat, and then while still kissing her, move my hands slowly lower, touching her chest, and then my fingers find her breasts. She breathes in sharply as my fingers make little circles around her hard nipples. I bend in, kissing her between her tits, then moisten my fingers in my mouth and as I kiss her left nipple, simultaneously my slippery fingers find her right nipple and my tongue and fingers slide around her she moans with pleasure. My other hand is at her back, dropping to her hips and pulling her closer. I kneel now in front of her and kiss her belly with both my hands on her hips, and then on her thighs, forcing her legs wider apart. Her scent is clear now, her wet pussy flowing from the excitement and my closeness. My hand moves to the inside of her thigh and slowly starts to move upwards, inching closer to the place of her desire. As my hand moves up, my kisses and my mouth moves down, and she soon understand where they will meet. Slowly my lips and my tongue get closer to her pussy and my hand and my fingers climb up the inside of her thigh. Her scent is strong, beautiful, and I cannot wait to taste her. Simultaneously, my fingers find her flowing lips and my tongue tastes her juices and I hear her moan out her satisfaction. I start to slowly move my fingers and my tongue and her hips start to sway to encourage me, to meet my movements. She has her hand on my head and shoulders, pulling my hair and my face closer, pulling my tongue deeper into her, and she bends her knees to lower herself to meet my fingers, to force them deeper into her. I push first one finger, then two slowly inside her pussy, and she pulls my face tighter against her, my tongue now finding the hard spot between her pussy lips, flicking it and my fingers fucking her faster at the same time, her hips rocking faster. I can feel she is seconds away from orgasm. Her motions are beyond her control now, she cannot do anything but explode on to my face and hands. I place my thumb on her clit and pull away to look at her as my fingers feel her pussy spasm and her juices flow on my hand. I look up on her and see her eyes closed, her mouth open, all her muscles tight and the waves or her orgasm twitching her belly muscles. She cries out as her orgasm reaches its peak and her knees give almost away. I allow her to control her penetration at the moment of climax, keeping my fingers where she wants them, but not pushing into her anymore. Then I pull out, place one final kiss on her mound and stand up to kiss her lips so that she can taste her own pussy on my lips. 'Wow... I wasn't expecting that. Thank you.' she says with a whisper. 'It was my pleasure. And besides, you feel more relaxed now.' I kiss her once more, then I take a pillow from the sofa and place it on the armchair, and the towel from the floor and fold it on top of the pillow. 'Please, sit here.' Kate sits down on the chair, and I gently take her legs and place them on either armrest. The chair has high armrests so her legs are now wide open. I take another pillow from the sofa and place it on the floor in front of her. I fetch the bottle of lubricant and the butt plug and place them to the sofa table. Looking at Kate, I take off my shirt and my slacks and my shorts, leaving me naked in front of her, my cock now semi hard. She looks at my body and my cock as I strip in front of her. I look at her, with her legs wide apart, her pussy shiny from her recent climax, her head resting against the armchair's backrest, and her butt high up in the air. She looks delicious and ready. I go down on my knees on the pillow on the floor, placing my hands on her ankles and look at her. 'Remember, just say if you don't want to continue. I am going to ask you also when you are ready for more. Please talk to me.' I say to her. 'I will.' she answers. 'Do you want me to touch you there now? Say it please.' 'I want you to touch me there.' she says. 'Where?' 'To my butt.' 'Show me where.' I ask her. 'Touch me here, please.' she puts her hand on her ass, her finger on her butthole. 'Hmm. There? Ok.' I move my right hand up her leg and thigh closer to her pussy and her butt. Her skin is smooth and her look follows my hand as it moves up her leg. I take my finger on her smooth ass and start to move around her ass in a small circle, around her hole. 'Here?' I ask? 'Yes, please, Archie.' I take the bottle of lube and squirt a little on my hand and on her butt, and start to move my thumb closer to her hole, rimming it. She squirms slightly as I move to touch so close to her butt. I watch her as I move my thumb right on her ass. I keep it there for a moment and then start to slowly move it around. I squirt some more lube on my thumb and put the bottle away. 'How does this feel?' I ask. 'Good. It feels great when you move your finger there.' she answers. 'Ok, how about this?' I move my other hand on top of her pussy, so that my other thumb is now on her pussy lips. 'Oh, yes... OH.' she closes her eyes and concentrates on the feeling of me massaging her butt with my right hand and thumb and her pussy with my left hand. I am going very slowly because I know she is still sensitive from her earlier orgasm. After a minute of this is start to increase pressure on her butt, I start to push a little each time my thumb is right on her hole. I sense she is not yet relaxing her butt, she is still closed to me. 'Relax. How does it feel when I push a little?' I push some more. 'It feels good. I... I kind of want to... I would like you to push it inside me now.' she answers. 'Hmm, would you now? Like this?' I switch to my middle finger and push on her hole, and it slides in easily after all the rimming. 'Oh, yes!!' She is tight, but she is relaxing each second, I can sense it. I take a little more lube and slowly start to move my middle finger inside her. Putting away the lube I return to slowly caress her pussy lips, up and down at the same rhythm as my finger moves in and out her butt. 'It doesn't hurt?' 'No, it feels good.' I know that she is soon ready to take more. I continue for a minute or so, and then pull my finger out of her ass and take the butt plug, lubing it up well. I warm it up in my fingers and then bring it up to her hole. She looks at me with a wanting expression and nods. 'Please, put it inside me.' I bring the plug to touch her butt and start to push gently. I know it is important to do this slowly. Just pushing gently and allow her butt to slowly open, to understand what is happening. I look up to her again and she nods again, biting her lower lip. After half a minute or so, I can feel her relax and open up, and the first ball of the plug slides in. 'How was that?' I ask. 'It felt... a little big going in but now it is just fine.' I move the plug inside her just a little, but not enough to let it slide out. Then I lean in closer, and with my left hand I open her pussy lips wider, and kiss her open pussy. She is dripping wet, flowing. I would love to sink my cock into her right now, but I am going to wait a moment before I do it. With my right hand I push and pull a little on the plug as I lick her pussy up and down at the same time. Kate is breathing hard now and lets out small moans each time my tongue flicks around her clit. After a minute of this, I start pushing again and the second ball of the plug slides in, more easily now. As her ass accepts it, she moans out, now I think more for the pleasure of anal penetration than for anything else. 'More, please.' she says with a whisper between her sighs of pleasure. I continue to slowly lick her pussy and after a minute I thrust again and the third ball slides in. I don't want her to come again, at least not yet, so I lick her too slowly for her to climb close to orgasm. She is meeting my motions with her hips. The Mediterranean Guesthouse Julien raises his hand and starts to slowly pull one of Christine's dress straps from her shoulder. He does it slower than I think is possible, all the time continuing to kiss her neck and never stopping to feel her with his other hand. Christine lets out a small whimper when the strap finally clears the shoulder and Julien allows it to drop. The dress is now hanging on her with only one strap, the other side of the dress is only supported by her breast Julien raises his hand and slowly touches her breast from the side. Again I can hear Christine sigh with pleasure as Julien's hand gently moves to cup one of her boobs and his fingers close in on her erect nipple. Christine's hands have moved behind her and she is clearly fondling and squeezing Julien's cock through his shorts. If my own cock gets any harder, it will explode and then I will make the headlines of the tabloids: "Man died because his cock exploded!" I am still too shocked to touch myself, but it is getting very difficult to sit and contain myself. Julien now starts to pull the other shoulder strap and slowly he moves it to the side. Now the dress is almost hanging only from Christine's breasts and nipples. She is again looking at me, both at my eyes and I can also see her gaze dropping to my crotch, looking at the huge bulge down my shorts. Julien turns Christine around so that she has her back towards me and pulls down the dress. She is completely naked underneath. Her slim figure is now completely exposed. I admire her well muscled thighs, her small but yet round and firm ass and her impossibly narrow sexy waist. My eyes linger at the gap between her thighs, I can see her pussy lips waiting for the cock that Julien is surely only moments away to slide in into her waiting vagina. They start to kiss hungrily and moan and I can feel the desire and want and need build in the room. Julien reaches behind Christine to grab her ass and squeeze her ass cheeks. She is almost lifted off the floor, and I am rewarded with an even better view of her pussy and tight pink asshole. I think I can see her her pussy lips glistening with the anticipation. They breathe harder and deeper as they continue to kiss and I can see Christine rubbing Julien's cock through the fabric of the shorts. Suddenly Julien pulls away and turns Christine around so that she is again facing me. She opens her eyes as I take in her full nakedness, admiring the sight of her perfect young breasts and taking in the almost totally shaved pussy, with only a very thin line of pubic hair an inch or two above it. He reaches around and puts one hand on her breasts, squeezing the nipples and his other hand drops down to her crotch. She can't keep her eyes on me anymore as it is clear she is almost reaching climax already, even though she hasn't even been fucked yet. But Julien isn't going to allow her to come so soon. After only a minute he again turns her around and pushes on her so that she has to sit on the end of the bed. He takes off his shirt and says something to her in french, and she pulls down his shorts. His dick jumps as it is finally freed. He also is well shaved but has a bit more hair above his dick. His balls are shaved and smooth. I think his dick is almost the same size as mine, my dick is possibly slightly thicker. She already knows what he wants her to do, and with one hand on his balls and other hand on the shaft of his penis, she leans in and takes his dick into her mouth and starts to suck it slowly moving her head so that I can see his dick going in and out her mouth, becoming shiny and slippery with her saliva and his precum. Now it is Julien's turn to close his eyes and I can hear him sigh and say something in french as Christine continues to suck his dick, I hear her making slurping sounds and she is obviously enjoying herself pleasuring her husband while another man watches. She suddenly moves her head and pushes Julien slightly away and then she straightens her neck and pulls him back and takes his whole dick into her mouth and throat. I am amazed, I have never seen anyone deepthroat with such ease and grace. After a while she pushes him out and as his dick falls from her lips I can see long streams of saliva hang from it and Christine's mouth. Now Julien reaches down and pulls christine up and throws her onto the bed, and goes down on his knees. I know what happens next, and so does Christine as she spreads her legs wide and raises her ass up from the bed. Julien goes down and buries his face in her pussy and I can see Christine watching her husband lick her pussy and clit and then Christine turns her eyes to me. There is hunger in her eyes as she has her hands on her breasts and her man is licking her at the same time. I can't take it anymore and stand up and take off my shirt and drop my shorts, with Christine's hungry eyes following my every move. My cock has never been bigger or harder and as I stand next to the bed, it is pointing straight to Christine's face. Julien's head is going up and down as he licks his wife's pussy but I can see him watching intently. I want nothing more than to join the couple on the bed and sink my dick in the waiting mouth of the most beautiful woman I can imagine. Christine slowly lets one hand go from her breast and reaches slowly towards me and I know my fantasy is about to become real. I step one step closer and her hand can reach my dick. She touches it, first carefully and then she moves her hand and grabs the head of my dick. Now I can feel the electricity in her touch. She slowly moves her hand and touches my balls which are exploding from the need to release the biggest load I can remember to come. She grabs my balls and pulls me closer. Her head is close to the edge of the bed and as I get closer I bring my dick to her lips. She doesn't take it into her mouth right away, but decides to lick it first all over as she continues to grab my balls. Julien rises up and stands with his dick in her pussy lips, ready to go in. He again says something to her and as she suddenly takes my dick deep in her mouth, at the same instant Julien pushes his cock all the way inside her waiting pussy. At the same moment we see Christine orgasm with her hand on my balls, squeezing them at the rhythm of her pleasure waves and she is crying out but cannot make loud noises as my dick is in her mouth. We see her back arch over and over again as she continues to climax as her fantasy of taking two men at the same time is realised. Finally as her orgasm is over, Julien has slowed down his fucking, but now he speeds up again slowly. She has barely recovered but now her husband is picking up speed and his dick slams in and out her pussy, faster and faster, with deep motions, completely pulling out of her pussy each time and then slamming back in to the hilt with each fucking motion. She resumes to suck my dick and squeeze my balls. I can feel her long fingernails in my balls and scrotum, and I am getting closer and closer to not being able to resist coming into her mouth. I am unsure if she likes it, but as I clearly come closer and closer she opens her eyes and looks at me and puts her hand around me on my ass and pulls me closer, clearly signalling that she doesn't want me to pull out and she wants me to shoot my load down her throat. Julien is saying things to her in french which I can't understand but it is clear he is also getting closer to come. Now he seems to find another gear and I watch his dick slam in and out of Christine's pink pussy and it is clear he is seconds away from orgasm. So am I and I can feel the pressure begin in my balls as the load of a lifetime is coming. I moan and I can hear Christine's muffled moans as she has my dick deep in her mouth and her husband's dick in her pussy, pounding away. We are seconds from orgasming together. Christine now pulls my dick out of her mouth and with a final squeeze of my balls, sinks her fingernails in my balls and pulls me all the way in her mouth so that my dick disappears completely in her mouth and throat. I can feel the tightness of her throat and I can't hold back anymore, and with a shout I shoot my load, spurt after spurt, down her throat. My climax seems neverending flood of cum but she doesn't let me pull out and my huge load goes straight down her throat. Swallowing my load, she orgasms a second time and I can see her other hand squeezing the sheets and her breasts are bouncing at the combined rhythm of her orgasm and Julien's fucking. Julien cannot avoid orgasming after seeing his wife deepthroat another man's load down her throat. He cries out and shoots his load into her waiting, pulsing vagina. It must have taken a few minutes for us to recover, because I don't seem to remember how we all ended up on the bed, but as we come to, I am on the bed with Christine next to me and Julien on her other side. Her hand is on my side and he is caressing her and whispering to her in french. She is smiling a content smile and she answers in a whisper to her husband and then looks at me and says: 'thank you Archie, that was amazing!' What can you say to that? What do you answer to the most beautiful, sexy woman after you have just watched her husband fuck her to two orgasms and after you yourself have shot your cum down her throat while watching them fuck? 'No Christine, thank you, It was my pleasure!' I answer. 'Maybe... maybe tomorrow night we can do it again?' She asks shyly. I look at Julien who has his hands on her waist and looks at me expectantly. 'I would love it!' I answer After a minute, she looks up to me with her angel face shining with the double orgasm from moments earlier. 'Maybe tomorrow ... you would like to fuck me?' Impossibly, after coming maybe five minutes earlier, somehow my dick seems to thing the wait to tomorrow is not necessary. But I don't want to spoil the atmosphere. We are content now. It is time to rest. I reach and kiss her lips on her angel face as her husband is inches away. 'I would like nothing more than to fuck you tomorrow.' I whisper to her ear. We lie on the bed for few minutes longer and then I decide to stand up and go to my room. We say good night and I leave them naked on the bed, covered only with a sheet and enjoying the afterglow of a threesome in mediterranean darkness. TO BE CONTINUED