15 comments/ 192790 views/ 37 favorites A Day at the Seaside By: quinn rogan "Do you remember that day we had at the seaside last August?" asked Janet, suddenly. I looked down at her, my small dark-haired wife of ten years. Her hair was spread over the pillow and her nightdress was up around her shoulders, for the very good reason that, until she had spoken, my mouth had been exploring the thick, erect nipple of her full, firm left breast, while the fingers of my right hand were sliding through her thick pubic bush to the warm, welcoming wetness of her eager vagina. "Yes," I replied, with a degree of puzzlement, because, although I could remember the outing, I couldn't remember anything special about it. As far as I could recall, we had spent a good day with the kids on the beach, then we had gone home. "Do you remember I went for a walk?" she said, and I did. I had been building a sandcastle with the kids, and Janet had said she wanted to climb up the cliff to look at the large hotel at the top, and see the view from there. I turned on my side and put an arm across her as she talked. "Well," she continued. "I climbed up the cliff and stood on the terrace of the hotel, looking out over the sea. Almost immediately, I was joined by a tall, middle-aged man, who said how wonderful the view was. He was foreign - German, I thought - with horn-rimmed glasses, and a little gray goatee beard. I said it was a lovely view and he said it was even better from his hotel room on the top floor, and invited me up to have a look." "Naturally, I thanked him, and declined and he asked if I was staying in the hotel. He was very friendly, and seemed very interested, and I told him all about you, and the boys, and I even picked you out for him to see, down on the beach. He told me he was a bank manager in Dusseldorf, married, and a grandfather, but he was here on his own because he always took a week's holiday on his own, to relax." "I laughed and suggested it was to 'misbehave' - it was the only word I could think of at the time - and he shrugged and, basically, agreed. He was so open about it, I began to feel a bit of excitement building up in me. He went on to talk about a woman he had met in France the previous year and he said - I'll never forget it how he said it - 'she was very nice - she opened the legs for me!" "It took me a second or two to understand what he meant and, when I did, I got such a surge! Then he looked straight at me and said - 'You, too, open the legs for Johann?' I couldn't help smiling at him - he had such an appealing, innocent look - but I said - 'No, I only open the legs for David.' But, even as I said it, just talking about 'opening my legs' to a strange man gave me a strange thrill." "He wasn't a bit put out, but asked me to his room, again, for a quick drink and a look at the view, and I thought - why not? It couldn't do any harm, and I did feel like a drink. So we went into the hotel and made for the lift. Just as it arrived, a whole crowd of women came out of the dining-room and the lift filled up. We were pushed into a corner, very close together, and Johann stood in front of me, facing me, with his back to the other women in the lift." "He was very tall and, as the lift moved off, he was openly looking down the front of my dress, which was quite low. I caught his eye, and he just smiled, then I felt his hand moving up between our bodies until it reached the underside of my left breast, and gently cupped it. I looked round, panic-stricken, but no-one else had noticed, then his index finger gently grazed my nipple, and it was then I remembered I had no bra on!" "The women got out at the floor before us, and Johann stepped away. We travelled to the next floor in silence, and got out. Johann opened the door to his room and stood back to let me go in. It was a beautiful room, with a balcony, overlooking the sea. He led me to the balcony and while I looked over the water, went back into the room and opened a bottle of champagne! He filled two glasses and brought them out, and we drank." "Then he said - 'You did not mind? In the lift?' I couldn't think what to say, so I took another drink from my glass. He smiled, sort of conspiratorially, and said - 'I think, maybe, the lovely breasts are not only for David, no?' Again, I couldn't think what to say, and he stepped towards me and took my glass. Then he touched me under the chin and lifted it so that I was looking at him. 'I think you like to unbutton the dress, yes?' he said." "I could feel my face turning very red, and I tried to look away, but, somehow, I kept meeting his eyes again. I shook my head but, even as I did so, I knew my face was expressing regret rather than outrage or determination - and part of me was intensely excited at the thought of how I would feel if I just did it! If I just undid my dress and bared my breasts for him - a total stranger! I had only met him twenty minutes ago! And the fact that he was German made it, somehow, even more exciting..... " "His expression didn't change - if anything, he was looking at me with..... fondness.... and kindness. It was as though he was an old and dear friend, inviting me to share a sort of forbidden treat." "Then his hand, very gently, touched my breast again. Just the tips of his fingers, exerting the slightest pressure on the material of my dress. Involuntarily, I closed my eyes, and, as one hand took a firmer grip, the other dropped from my face and curled round my other breast. My breathing quickened and I could do nothing to stop him. I didn't want to stop him..... " "I opened my eyes and looked up at him, then down at his hands, on my breasts. He was teasing my nipples through the material of the dress, and they were so hard and sensitive that they were almost sore. I sighed, softly, then looked up at him, again. My acquiescence - my surrender - must have been obvious, and he removed his hands and stood back." "Then he raised his hands again and undid the buttons at the front of my dress, one by one, down to my waist. Then he slid the dress off my shoulders and let it fall to my waist. He looked at my breasts for what seemed like ages, then held out his hand and took mine. He led me over to the balcony and placed my hands on it, so that I was facing out from the hotel, my breasts exposed to anyone who looked up. I didn't look down, so I don't know if anyone saw, but Johann was behind me, his hands on my waist." "Then he reached up and took my bare breasts in his hands. His touch was very gentle, but very stimulating. My nipples were still rock-hard and every time he touched them, I was flooding down below. At some point, I think he must have undone a little more of my dress, because I gradually realised I had only my shoes and panties on. Then he led me off the balcony and back into his room." "He turned me to face him, and took me in his arms. I felt his hands on my hips, outside my panties, then he slipped them under the elastic and took one cheek in each hand, while he pressed his erection against my stomach, but he didn't try to put his hand down the front." "You mean, he didn't try then, don't you?" I breathed. There was a short silence, then - "Oh, David, I couldn't help it!" "Tell me, Janet," I insisted, leaning forward to kiss her nipple. She breathed in sharply and gave a little shudder. "I... I touched him, first," she whispered. "I could feel his erection against my stomach and, the next thing I knew, I had the palm of my hand pressed against the front of his trousers and I could feel his whole hard length. When I touched him, his hands squeezed my bottom cheeks very hard, and I heard him draw a long deep breath. I thought, maybe, he was going to.... climax, right then, but.. but.. he didn't." Janet fell silent, her eyes tight shut, her breathing rasping and deep. "What happened then?" I whispered, hoarsely. Janet was pushing her swollen clitoris hard against my probing fingers, as her own hands mauled her breasts and nipples in an orgy of self-gratification. "Oh, David, are you sure you don't - you won't...?" "No!" I denied as forcefully, but reassuringly as I could. My mouth sought Janet's and I kissed her hungrily. She returned my kiss almost ferociously, mashing her full lips against mine, her tongue shooting into my mouth. Then she tore her mouth away and pulled my head down as she whispered urgently into my ear. "He took his hands out of my panties and unbuckled his trousers. When he started undoing his zip, I took my hand away, and he turned away from me. I sat down on the edge of the bed and watched as he pulled off his clothes. He took them all off, then turned and walked towards me. He was very thin, and tanned all over. He didn't try to cover himself, but I didn't really look at his penis, although I could tell it wasn't hard because it was swinging between his long thighs as he walked towards me. I looked up into his eyes all the time, then he knelt in front of me." She took a long deep breath before she continued. "He reached out and took hold of my breasts again. I remember he had to pull my arms aside to do it, because I was covering them again. As he felt them, I was looking down between his thighs, which were spread apart, and I could see his penis growing. I just sat there, while he squeezed my... my tits and I watched his cock getting stiff and hard. It was tremendously exciting - it was so different from yours! It was long and thin, like the rest of him, and uncircumcised, and his pubic hair was grey, not black. And... and when it was hard, it didn't stick out straight, like yours - it pointed up into the air." "Then he dropped his hands to the elastic of my panties. I let myself fall backwards onto the bed. As he eased my panties over my hips, I raised myself - my bottom - and he pulled them gently down my thighs, then right off. Then he stood up and looked down at me, naked, on the quilt. His hands were by his sides, his penis was pointing upwards and his testicles were hanging, low and heavy between his thin thighs." "Then I looked up at his face. His eyes were sparkling and he had an impish smile on his lips. Then - he raised an eyebrow. Just one eyebrow, but it said it all - the unspoken question! And... and..." Janet took a deep, shuddering breath, and gulped. "And?" I prompted, gently. "And... I eased my legs apart. I opened the legs for him!" "And what did he do?" "He put his hand on his cock and leant forward and put the tip of it just touching the entrance to my vagina. Then he supported himself on his arms so that he was looking down at me, and then slid very gently and slowly into me. He did it so sensitively that I could feel each centimetre going inside me. It seemed to go on for ever, then I felt his testicles brushing against my bottom and he gave one final little push, and his whole length was in me." "I let out my breath - I didn't realise I had been holding it - and he laughed, softly, then said - 'I have vasectomy - no babies!' Then he bent down and kissed me on the mouth. I put my arms round him and he came down on top of me and started to ride me, very expertly. At some point, I raised my legs and wrapped them round his waist and he started to ride me harder. I felt myself beginning to come and I think he sensed that, because he started squeezing my tits very hard and really slamming his cock inside me. Then, just as I was going over the edge, he gave one last fierce thrust, as far inside me as he could go, and stayed there. His prick seemed to expand inside me, then I felt it start to pump furiously, and I let myself go totally. God knows what I said, but if either He or Johann heard...." "When I came to my senses, Johann was still lying on top of me, although his cock had slipped out. I could feel it lying along my thigh. His head was in the crook of my neck and his beard was just tickling the upper slope of my left breast. I lay there for quite a little time, thinking about what I had done - and, you might not believe this, thinking about how, one day, I'd tell you about it and how you'd love it. Even then, I knew you liked me to tell you about my sex life before I met you and I knew this would turn you on, too, one day." "And thinking about that, and feeling Johann's cock lying on my leg, I started to feel... well, I suppose... well, I don't really know. You see, there was you, down on the beach, playing with the kids, while I was up here, in this hotel room, lying stark naked on a bed with a strange German who had just fucked me." "I kept thinking that! He met me less than an hour ago, and now he's fucked me! He's stripped me naked, felt my tits and given me a good fucking. I imagined him telling his friends back home – describing how he felt my tits in the packed elevator, then took me into his room and stripped me to the waist and made me stand on the balcony while he felt them again. Then about how he pulled my knickers down and parted my legs... and then fucked me! What was the German for 'fuck'? I don't know any of the German words – except I knew he would say my pubic hair was 'schwarz' I thought of him describing my vagina to his friends, in a German bar, and I began to get wet again." "He must have sensed it happening, because, slowly, I realised his cock was stiffening against my leg. I slipped my hand down and pushed it along my thigh and touched his cock. He rolled off me but I put my fingers round it. He lay on his back and I leaned up on one elbow and looked at my fingers holding his prick. I gripped it lightly and moved my hand up and down a couple of times, and his hand slipped down to my cunt and his finger rubbed my lips, then slid just inside." "Then I pushed myself up and straddled him. I straightened my thighs and took his cock in both hands, then I lowered myself on to him, slowly, and felt his cock slide up into me – into my wet cunt. When he was right in, I looked down and saw my black pubic hair against his grey, then I put my hands under my tits and played with my nipples. And all the time, I thought about he would tell this to his German friends – how this English housewife sat on his cock and played with her tits while she went up and down on him." "And he just lay back and watched me – a quiet little smile on his face. I said to him 'Will you tell your friends – when you go home?' and he immediately understood. 'Oh, ja.', he replied. 'I will tell everything. You will like that?' I nodded, then put one hand behind me and lightly cupped his balls." "'What will you tell them?' I asked. 'Oh, everything,' he replied. 'Especially, I will describe you – how you look, without clothes – how you feel, to my hands, on your breasts, and to my hard penis, inside you – how warm and soft, and how your hair between your legs is black and thick... " "Then I pressed the base of his penis and watched his face change as his climax started. Then I felt his sperm shoot up into me and his face contorted and he gasped in time with each spurt. Then he took a long shuddering breath and he smiled up at me. Then I felt his cock slowly soften and slide down the walls of my vagina. When he was quite soft, I lifted myself and let it slip out of me and watched it flop onto his belly. It was small and shiny with our juices and I leant over and kissed it." "Then I got off the bed and started to get my clothes together. Johann sat up and rolled off the bed, too, and went over to the dressing-table. I had been expecting it – he turned round with a camera in his hand. I put my clothes down and stood still, my hands by my sides. He focussed the camera and took just one picture – full frontal, totally naked. 'For your friends?' I asked, and he nodded, smiling. Then, as I got dressed, he picked up his wallet and took out a picture and handed it to me." "She was a little older than me – taller and thinner, with small breasts and a very dark and extensive pubic bush. 'Your French lady?' I asked, and he nodded. I looked at her face – she had a calm, content expression. It struck me that she looked exactly the way I was feeling." "I must go now," I said, and handed the picture back. He nodded and bent to kiss me. As he did so, I reached out my hand and felt his cock." "It began to stiffen again, in my hand. He didn't say anything. It kept on getting harder. I didn't want to let it go – it was as though it had a life of its own, and I felt it uncurl and grow in my palm. I looked down and watched it – then I knelt down and kissed the end of it. It sort of – reached – towards my mouth, and I opened my mouth and took the head between my lips." "He sighed and I pushed my mouth further down. About half of his penis went into my mouth and I wrapped my fingers round the bottom half of his shaft. I put my other hand between his legs and cuddled his balls. Then I felt his hand slip down the front of my dress and it closed round my breast, gently, and I began to wank him with my mouth and my hand." "It didn't take very long. His legs began to shake and I ran my tongue round his cock, squeezing the base with my fingers, then his whole body shuddered violently and he began to gasp and then I felt him come into my mouth. It was the third time in an hour, so there wasn't very much and I could take it all, easily – but I could tell it was the best of the three for him. When I gave him one last pull, and he was finished, he sank to his knees, gasping. I kissed him one last time – a quick one – and left the room. I was still tasting his come in my mouth when the lift arrived, but I had a drink in the bar before I left the hotel, and came back to the beach." "I never guessed a thing," I gasped, but that was as far as I got before my lovely wife pressed her little fingers hard against the base of my rock-hard cock, hitting the button that started the eruption inside me and sent jet after jet of come all over her hand... A Day at the Seaside I'm going to the seaside. You probably wonder why I, a forty-five year old widow, find this so exciting, but I haven't been for years, not since my husband died ten years ago. I don't know why, just never did. We never had children, who would no doubt have taken me there, so I suppose that's at least part of the reason. My name is Lydia. As I've already mentioned, I'm forty-five, blonde, with a bit of help from a bottle, considered pleasing to look at and a widow for ten years now. I live on my own in a condo in the middle of the city and apart from still missing John desperately am relatively satisfied with life. Quite a few men have made advances to me over the the last ten years but I haven't been able to bring myself to even go on a date. My friends think I'm strange! They may be right! So today I'm going to the seaside. On the train, yet, which is something else I haven't done in years. I'm so excited when I climb onto the train and find my reserved window seat for the two hour journey that I'm almost wetting myself. I get comfortable, settle back and from my purse take a book, something I'm never without. My reading is interrupted by the arrival of my seat mate and I look up. It's a young woman, early twenties I would imagine, with shoulder length black hair and a gorgeous figure, absolutely devastating. We smile at each other then settle back into our seats. I continue reading, she takes out a book and begins to read as well. Half an our into the journey she taps me on the arm and says "I hope I'm not intruding but would you like a candy?" holding out a packet of fruit gums. "Why thank you." I reply, taking a gum from the packet. We introduce ourselves and I learn that she's Elizabeth, Liz, twenty-one years old and is going to the seaside for pretty much the same reason that I am - no reason at all apart from just wanting to go! She's just separated from her boyfriend of two years but I don't quite understand the reason why. By the time we get there, we're chatting as if we'd known each other for ever and find that we have so much in common that, as we have no plans to the contrary, we decide to spend the day together. We leave the train and walk to the sea front. The day's beautiful and we're both wearing comfortable shoes so walking is a pleasure, and we're soon oohing and ahing at all the things that a little seaside town has to offer and that we haven't seen in a long while. Lunchtime approaches and we find a lovely little fish restaurant on the seafront where we fill ourselves to bursting, myself with fish and chips, my favorite, Liz with an enormous dish of shrimps and scallops. Two glasses of wine help everything down very nicely and prepare us for the rest of the afternoon. We're so full that we decide to find somewhere comfortable to sit and there, on the beach, are a couple of beach chairs just waiting for our bums. We sit, and before we know it doze off, waking to find that the sea is now lapping at our feet and we've missed the last train back to the city! What a pain! As we're totally stranded and as evening is approaching rapidly we've little choice but to find a room for the night so we wander along the seafront until we find a cute little hotel that attracts us. We enter and guess what, they only have one room left, a double room with a queen size bed. We look at each other questioningly and as neither of us seems to have a major problem with the arrangement, take it. We have absolutely no luggage, of course so our first trip is to the nearest drugstore for toothbrushes and toothpaste. We also find a clothing store where we each buy a pair of panties. Obviously we like clean. As we're still tired we have an early supper so that we don't have to come out again. More food, more wine. The room is very pleasant, with a private bathroom. The bed is extremely comfortable and we both test it out, bouncing up and down, giggling like schoolgirls. I don't embarrass easily, but I'm getting a little nervous at the thought of sharing a bed with another woman. Liz is in the bathroom so I take off my blouse and skirt and slide between the cool sheets. I keep my underwear on and hope Liz does too. She doesn't! I try not to watch her undress, but my curiosity gets the better of me and through half open eyes I watch her remove her blouse, peel off her slacks and put them neatly on a chair. She reaches behind her, unfastens her bra, takes it off and places it on top of her slacks and blouse. Her breasts are medium size, firm and high with broad, pink areolas and long, pointed nipples, hard in the cool air. I'm attracted, though I don't understand why. She slowly slides her panties down over her hips and places them on top of her other clothes. As she walks to the bed I see that she is totally shaved, the top of the slit between her distended lips clearly visible. She slides into bed, turns the light out and stretches. "You were watching, weren't you?" she whispers, chuckling, turning towards me and I feel myself blush, not just my face, but my whole chest. I'm amazed that the room isn't bathed in a red glow. "Yes" I whisper. "I'm so sorry, I really shouldn't have." "Why not?" she asks "I'm not that hard to look at, am I?" "Of course not, you're beautiful, but you're the first girl I've seen naked since the school showers and that was a very long time ago." "Not that long, Lydia. I know it's a very rude question but how old are you?" "Forty-five." I reply "Lydia, no, I don't believe it! I'd have said mid-thirties at most! And I'm totally serious!" "Thank you Liz, that's very, very kind of you, but you haven't seen where gravity is slowly taking over. Not completely gone yet, but getting there." "I still don't believe it. You obviously don't think so but you're beautiful, Lydia. Darn, I wish I'd watched you undress, but you were too quick for me." "Hah, you didn't miss anything! I still have my bra and panties on, was too shy to take them off. Don't tell me you haven't noticed me blushing, flashing in the dark." "Aw honey, you don't need to be shy with me. I'd love to see you naked, I bet you look wonderful." She reaches out and gently touches me on a bra-covered breast which makes me practically leap out of bed. "I'm sorry, Lydia, I'm so sorry, please forgive me!" she cries, jumping up, obviously distraught at my reaction. I reach over, take her in my arms and we hug each other. "It's alright, Liz," I whisper. "I didn't mean to react as I did, but you did make me jump. It's been a long time since anyone touched my breast." "My fault" whispers Liz back, anxiously. "I really shouldn't have. Forgive me?" "Of course, Liz, of course, I'm such a silly!" I say, hugging her tightly. She feels so soft, so good. Liz looks at me "So how long ago is it since someone touched your breasts, if that isn't too personal a question?" "More than ten years, more like twelve. The last one would be my late husband, John and he was so sick for the last two years of our marriage." "Oh you poor dear," exclaimed Liz "how on earth have you managed without sex for that long? You must be ready to explode! Do you masturbate?" "I do, a lot, but it's not the same, is it!" "No it's not! I'm so sorry, Lydia. Come here and have a hug." and with that Liz holds me tight, covering my neck and shoulders with soft kisses. I begin to cry, to sob, and Liz holds me tighter, continuing to softly kiss me. It feels so good, she feels so good, tears flow down my face. I bury my face in the softness of her neck, my nose in her beautiful, clean-smelling hair. God this feels good. Why am I enjoying this so much? I raise my head and Liz lowers her soft lips to mine. She's kissing me, on my lips, which I part, her tongue snaking into my mouth to meet my tongue, which pushes back against it. I can't help myself, I suck her tongue further into my mouth, nibble gently on it Liz reaches round behind me and unfastens my bra. I feel the tightness slacken on my back and my breasts and as I pull back a little I feel them fall out of their cups, my nipples scraping the cups and pressing into the softness of her breasts. I moan and feel my juices begin to flow. What am I doing? Why does this feel so wonderful? I move back further, untangling from Liz and take my bra off completely, tossing it onto the floor. She stares at my breasts in the light coming through the window and cups them, one in each hand. "Lydia, they're so big, so beautiful and so very, very heavy. Whatever gravity's done hasn't hurt them one little bit." She closes her lips over a big, hard, pointed nipple, sucks it, making me whimper, a slow fire beginning to burn in the pit of my stomach. Liz stops, looks at me and asks "Lydia, am I doing any thing that you don't feel comfortable with? Please tell me because I plan on doing much more to you, make beautiful love to you, take you over the top and down the other side. Do you want me to stop? Please say no, honey." "I couldn't stop you now if I wanted to, Liz. I feel as if I'm waking up to something I've never experienced before, and I'm loving it." Liz throws the bedclothes back, pushes me back, reaches down and begins to pull off my now soaking panties. I raise my hips and bottom from the bed, she slides them off and puts them into her mouth, sucking the juices from the dripping crotch, her eyes on mine the whole time, as if to dare me. She throws them to the floor and lowers herself onto my body, her mouth closing over mine which I open, sucking her tongue and my juices. I'm amazed at the rawness of this sex, something I've never experienced before, never dreamed of, but I'm ecstatic, loving it, wanting more. Liz kisses me deeply, trails her mouth and tongue over my jaw, my neck to my breast, sucking in a hard nipple, caressing it with her insistent tongue then down, over my belly button, down to my hair, sucking the juices from it, slipping her tongue into the deep slit between my slick, distended lips, finding my clit, sucking it, licking it until my back arches and I shudder and shake. I scream at the sensations radiating from my clitoris then her tongue slides down, further, licking the feathery inner lips to the deep, dark wet hole, tongue inserting, rotating, sensations I have never, ever felt before, Liz is a maestro, back to my clit, sucking it again into her soft, wet mouth, tongue flicking faster and faster until I explode in a massive orgasm, cum spurting into Liz's face, my arms flailing, my screams echoing around the room. I'm destroyed! I love it! We close our arms around each other. I'm shaking, trembling, sobbing but Liz is holding me so tight, whispering endearments into my ear, kissing me until I calm down, relax, flop, lie there boneless, my mind working overtime, what did I just do, what the hell did I just do? I don't care, I loved it, really loved it, really, really loved it and I'm going to do it again and again and again. I reach up, take Liz's wet face in my hands, look into her eyes and say "Thank you, Liz, thank you so very, very much. I've just experienced something I never even knew existed and I'll never be able to thank you enough." We're both crying, so happy. "Well", I sob, "I never expected this when I left home this morning! I guess traveling really is dangerous!" the sob turning into a giggle. "But such sweet danger. Now, can I try doing it to you? Seems only fair, after all." "I'd love that" whispers Liz and I feel her spreading her legs in preparation. I reach down, fascinated at the feel of a totally shaved mound, smooth, wet, slick and slip a finger into the slit until I find her clitoris and she draws in a breath. "Oh yes, you're doing fine so far" she whispers in my ear, "don't stop now." I try to remember everything that Liz did, beginning by sucking a nipple into my mouth, caressing it with my tongue, hearing her whimper, begin to squirm under me. My finger is still in her slit, drawing little circles around her clitoris. Her nipple tastes so good as I suck it deep, feels so hard as I caress it with my tongue. I love feeling her squirm under me, sending me the signal that I am doing it right. I want this to be so good for her, I want to hear her scream for me. As much as I am enjoying her nipple I want her, dare I say it, her cunt, there I said it, more, much more so I move down until I am lying between her spread legs, my arms under her raised thighs and I am looking at it, smelling it, savoring it, the first cunt I have ever seen in my life. I fall deeply in love with it immediately, the softness, the pinkness, the feathery little wings inside the distended outer wings, the fine folds of flesh surrounding the hole, the clitoris extending from under its hood at the top of the slit and everything wet, so wet. Do I dare poke my tongue out, into that wetness, feel how soft the flesh really is, taste it, suck it, fill my mouth with it? Of course I do, of course I will, of course I am, plunging my mouth and nose into its depths, sucking its juices, inserting my tongue as far as it will go, oh how I'm loving this, I can't breathe, my mouth and nose are full of Liz's juice but who the hell cares. Now I want her clit, the clit I've been fingering for the last five minutes, I want that hard, wet, little knob in my mouth where I can caress it with my tongue so I can make Liz explode in orgasm, spray my face with her cum as I did to her, She's so close, I can feel it, she's shuddering, shaking, my arms under her thighs have reached her breasts and I'm rolling her hard nipples and that does it! Blastoff! A gush of liquid strikes me in the face as she screams loudly, arcs her back and shakes and quivers as if possessed. I climb quickly up her body, take her in my arms and hold her tightly until she stops shaking. She's crying and I hold her so tenderly as she comes down from her high, comforting her, kissing her. After a few minutes she gasps "Well you're a quick study aren't you! That was the best fuck I've ever had and I think the reason it was so good was that you were really, really enjoying it." I look into her eyes and whisper "I was, oh I was, there's absolutely no doubt about that. You've created a monster!" We lie there looking at each other until we slowly drift off into a deep and dreamless sleep, happiness on our messy faces, to wake after the best sleep we have had in a long time but with bladders on the point of exploding. I leap out of bed, dash into the bathroom and sit on the toilet, feeling great relief as I spill a long, yellow stream of pee. I wipe myself, wash my hands and Liz hurries in to go through exactly the same procedure. We shower together, washing each other then drying each other with great enjoyment before dressing, not forgetting our new panties, checking out and looking for a restaurant for breakfast. This proves to be a simple chore and we're soon sitting down to heaping plates of bacon, eggs and sausage with mugs of steaming coffee, diets be damned. The next train doesn't leave for two hours so when we finish eating we hold hands and talk about what has happened. "Liz, I have so much to thank you for, you've opened up a whole new world for me and now I've discovered it I'm not going back to the boring life I had before I met you. You're a beautiful, wonderful girl and I want dearly to be your friend, even your lover but you must never forget that I'm more than twice your age. I want to see more and more of you but I'll completely understand if you want to treat this episode as ships that pass in the night. I'll be terribly disappointed, but I'll understand." As I say this I have tears in my eyes, something I didn't want to happen but I just can't help it. I look up to see that Liz is crying as well. She holds my hands very tightly and says, in a low voice, "You're not going to get rid of me as easily as that Lydia. I'm so glad I've met you and I too want to be your friend and spend time with you, so please don't bring up age. If it ever does become a problem, we'll face it as friends and lovers do. In the meantime I want to hug you and kiss you, so let's pay and get the hell out of here" We do just that and as soon as we get outside we fall into each other's arms and kiss deeply. I'm more relieved than I let on. It would be no fun at all to lose such a wonderful new friend and lover so soon after meeting. We get to the train in plenty of time, find our carriage and stay cuddled up together in our seats all the way to the city where we climb out at the end of what was a most wonderful and memorable day at the seaside. As it's a Sunday morning I invite Liz to come home with me so that we can spend the rest of the day together, in bed, practicing what we enjoyed last night. We do, but that's for another story.