13 comments/ 121319 views/ 19 favorites Giving In to the Pacific By: nicole.matt A gentle wave swept across the wet sand and another shell tumbled over Nicole's foot. She stepped on it to catch it then she picked it up and washed it in the warm water before adding it to the collection in her sunhat. It was mid-December and she and her husband had traveled to Australia's Gold Coast for their vacation. She lazily looked back up at her hotel, wondering if her husband was awake yet, and she thought about going back for breakfast. She caught the smiles of two men and felt herself blush a little. Miles was in his forties and worked in room service and Barry was a doorman in his late fifties. They were sitting on the wooden steps leading to the hotel grounds, enjoying their morning break, and enjoying the way little gusts of wind were toying with Nicole's sundress. "She's on the forth floor isn't she?" Barry asked casually. Her hem had folded up again, not so far but enough to reveal the soft white triangle between her legs and above it, just a hint of lace. She brushed at it with her free hand but the breeze had steadied and her little dress billowed out again as she started sorting the shells in her hat. "Yeah, room thirty-seven... on the forth floor, and I'm serving five to eight this week. But I'm going to ask Alan if I can switch," Miles replied absently. Barry rested back on his elbows and tilted his head. He thought he could see the shape of a tiny little patch of hair beneath the lace. "She's with a guy," he said. "Yeah... she is married..." Miles conceded. "But Ted can speak a bit of German and he said at dinner last night her husband was talking about going on a fishing trip for a few days." He stood and brushed sand from his shorts. Barry checked his watch. "What? We've still got five minutes..." "I know, but I've got to make a phone call," Miles explained. Barry checked his watch again to be sure and he lit a smoke. He then settled back and watched Nicole step on another shell before a little wave swept right up close to the steps and bubbled above her knees. She waited for the water to recede then she collected the shell and as another wave rolled in she bent down to wash it. She was facing old Barry when she did that though, and he strained to distinguish a nipple down the front of her dress. He could clearly see the white roundness of her left breast, which was obviously bare, and he thought he made out the darkened little form of a nipple. Nicole felt his eyes upon her. When she'd dressed that morning she had thought about wearing a bikini beneath her sundress. She'd only bought it the day before and knew it offered a view of her chest when she bent forward. The fabric was very light cotton and the fit was loose. She checked and saw just then how it was gaping well clear of her nipples and she felt the color rising in her face as she dug at another shell buried in the sand. She couldn't explain to herself why she was showing the man her breasts but it's what she was thinking of when she bought the dress and she'd dared herself that morning. She stood and turned away quickly, before he saw how red her face was, but she noticed that he was getting ready to go back into the hotel. In the state she was in though, she fumbled with the button between her breasts and released it. She walked across the hot sand and stopped at the gate to the hotel and steadied herself for what she'd been planning to do that morning. There were two paths - one to the pool enclosure and the entrance to the foyer, and the other through the garden and down into the basement car park where there was a small office where the gardener could usually be found. He was a warm eyed man of fifty-five named Harry, who Nicole had met a few times. He made ornaments out of seashells. She knocked on the open door and Harry smiled up from the invoices he was checking off. "Come in..." he said to her happily. "I've collected some shells," Nicole declared, feeling his eyes lower to her chest then flash back up again. She stepped into the small room and Harry stood and shuffled from behind the desk. He edged in behind her with his hands touching her waist and sending a warm tingle up her spine, and he leant in over her shoulder. "Are these okay?" Nicole asked without turning her head, and she started laying the shells out on the desk. She could feel his breath against her neck, and while he began poking at the shells his other hand remained upon her waist. His fingers were thick and course but they only lightly touched her. "They'll be fine..." Harry smiled. He turned a few of the shells and inspected them but he'd inched his hand upward a little until he could feel the heat from the underside of her breast. "Would you like a cup of tea?" he asked her. "I'd better not stay... my husband may be waiting," Nicole answered. She could feel his shirt touching her back and the idea of being bent over the desk flashed through her mind. "My god, what am I doing here!" she thought to herself. It was the third occasion she'd found an excuse to visit the old gardener. She could feel his thumb pressing into the side of her breast. "That's a nice one... lovely colors," Harry suggested, indicating the last of the shells Nicole had laid out on the desk. He felt her body move away but he pressed his fingers into her side with enough force to challenge, and his gaze settled upon her cleavage. He relented though when she touched his arm. "I really should go," Nicole said and she broke away and left the old gardener and hurried along to the basement elevator, frantically fumbling the button back through its hole. Her husband was still sleeping and she was thankful somehow. She went straight into the bathroom and locked the door then shed her clothes and stepped under the cool water. Her hand slipped over her belly and sought her little patch of hair. She felt lower as if to check that her suspicion was correct and her fingers melted into her warm folds. Her body shuddered as a tingle centered in her belly and swept over her. But was it her body? She recognized her own skin but it was if someone else had stepped into it. It was a strange new feeling that had captivated her, perhaps a sense of freedom. Her husband had yet to adjust to the new time zone and he was sleeping until nearly mid-day each morning, leaving Nicole with a few hours to herself, and in a strange country, half a world away from home. Alan had become room service manager at forty-six. He was a heavily built man with a hearty laugh and an easy nature. He studied the face of his colleague without any agitation, even though he knew he was being lied to. Miles shifted uneasily. "Tell me the real reason you want to change floors and I might consider it," Alan declared. "It's a woman, right?" "The German girl..." Miles confessed. "The blond?" Alan ventured knowingly. He'd seen Nicole around the hotel. "Have you got something going on with her?" "I wish..." Miles grinned. "So you're planning a little guest harassment?" Alan went on, seriously enough to be sure professionalism would be maintained. "Nothing untoward." Alan thumbed the pages of the roster. He needed to make changes to cover a woman who was absent but he figured he could get something out of the deal. "Friday and Saturday nightshift next weekend and you'll still owe me if I need to switch you around next week," he offered, looking up over his glasses. "Okay..." Miles agreed. "But can I switch today?" "Sure! You can start this afternoon on one to four and you can finish this shift early if you want to..." Another man poked his head in the door and interrupted. "When you've got a few minutes..." he said to Alan. He was the barman from the main restaurant, Ted, a man in his early fifties with no hair and brilliant blue eyes. He nodded to his good friend, Miles, and he left and went to the restaurant to set up for lunch. Alan dismissed Miles and followed after Ted. He found him at the bar and Ted placed an iced tea he'd prepared in front of him. "Don't worry, there's nothing in it." Alan took a sip and met the concerned gaze of the barman. "What is it?" he asked. "Just some advice... sort of personal but it relates to management and I thought you would have an idea how they'd react." "React to what?" Alan returned curiously. "Staff relations with guests..." "What sort of relations?" "Well, I was just talking with Harry about one of the ladies staying here, and I was thinking about trying my luck... She's only young, and she's married, but her hubby's going away for a few days." "Really?" Alan smiled to himself, putting the connection together immediately. He knew Miles and Ted were close and he suspected they were after the same young woman. "Thing is... if there's ever a complaint the first thing management do is fire the employee!" he declared, and he sucked half the glass of iced tea in and then swirled the rest of it before tipping the glass back up again. "A complaint about what?" Leon asked. He was one of the chefs and had caught the end of what Alan was saying. He was a short, well fed man in his late forties with long gray hair in a ponytail. "Complaints about your cooking," Alan laughed and he nodded to Ted and left them. "Who's complaining about my cooking?" Leon questioned, climbing up onto a bar stool and sniffing the empty glass Alan had left. "He was only joking... I was asking him about the management's view on sex with the guests and he told me to be careful," Ted explained. "Sex with which guests?" Leon then asked with interest. Nicole went with her husband to the dock that afternoon and saw him off. He was taken by dingy to what appeared to be a luxury yacht and she stayed waving until he was aboard. She then turned and faced her little adventure. The first thing was to shop and she soon lost herself in a maze of boutiques, cafés and department stores that fronted the esplanade along the foreshore. She was a few hours, browsing mostly, but she ended up spending about the equivalent of the cost of a two day fishing trip. She'd about exhausted her desire for shopping though, and just before searching for a cab she took a deep breath and strode into an adult toy and accessory shop. It was a classy place. There were no videos or magazines. It was mostly lingerie but in the back corner she found a display of toys for girls, and she quickly picked one and hurried to the counter before her courage faded completely. The lady attendant wrapped it and slipped in a bottle of oil without mentioning it. Nicole found a cab right outside the shop and in fifteen minutes she was back in her hotel room stripping her shorts and blouse off. She flopped on the bed with a little thrill dancing along her veins. "What first?" she thought. "Oh I know... some lunch!" She rolled over and dialed room service then she sat up with her mind ticking away excitedly. She decided on a new little white tank top she'd bought and she tossed her bra and slipped it on. It was very lightly woven cotton, so sheer in fact that her nipples were quite visible. She checked in the mirror to be sure and she blushed a little. She then thought of what to wear beneath. There had been only one woman from room service and there had been four or five different men. Her heart was fluttering at the thought of one of them coming into her room while she was alone. She changed her panties for new little pink ones and she modeled them in the mirror too. They were modest yet sexy. They were cut high at her hips, with a smooth, silky back and a delicate lace front. She thought about answering the door as she was and wondered if it would be too outrageous. She decided it would be and she picked her bathrobe off the bed and took it with her to the living room, ready to put on when the guy knocked on the door. Alan was filling in on the phone but he'd called one of his service men over to look after it while he followed up on Nicole's order. He'd seen her leave earlier and come back without her husband and he'd decided to pay her a visit himself. He would usually just offer the tray at the door but when she opened it in a little bathrobe, loosely tied at her waist and threatening to open below that, he smiled to himself and stepped inside. "Lunch ma'am," he said and he strolled into the living area where there was a table and chairs. Nicole's belly was jittery and her face was hot. She hadn't seen him before. His shoulders were huge and his presence made her feel like a little girl. She slipped onto the chair he'd pulled out for her and she had no idea that her robe had parted and fallen either side of her legs. She watched him open her bottle of bubbly with thick, powerful fingers and manicured nails. Alan didn't meet her glazed eyes. Instead he stepped around behind her and leant in over her shoulder to fill her glass and have a look down into her lap. One of the ends of her robe tie had settled between her legs but other than that he had a clear view of her little pink panties. He thought of the delicate little slit beneath there and of how many of his colleagues were hoping to get some of it. The doorman, the gardener, at least two men from the restaurant and several of his own staff had mentioned her. All were older men though, and he wondered if any of them had a real chance. Nicole could feel his groin pressed against her shoulder and she tried to look up but couldn't. He was explaining what the three dressings for her prawn sandwich were but his deep, mellow voice was somewhere in the distance where her senses had drifted to. She saw the robe tie dangling between her legs and she absently gathered it aside. She then looked up and saw that he was staring at her crotch. He smiled disarmingly and she blushed. "Will that be all ma'am?" he asked and she nodded. She couldn't have spoken to save her soul. Alan took the stairs on the way back to his post. He was fully erect and needed the time to collect himself before facing the public. He walked slowly and stopped in the bathroom to wash his face, then he called in at the restaurant bar for another iced tea. Nicole pealed aside the crotch of her new pink panties and pressed the head of the dildo against the lips of her pussy. It sunk into her easily. She was hot and wet and she withdrew it and then slid half the length in as her fingers ground into her clit. She'd ignored her lunch and after gulping the glass of bubbly she'd dropped her robe on the floor and laid back on the sofa with her new toy. It was one of the smaller ones she'd seen in the shop but it was thicker than she was used to and she felt that as she pressed the end with the palm of her hand and rocked against it. She had it fully embedded and she thought of the room service man as she worked it in and out and massaged her clit to the tiniest orgasm. It had been nothing more than a mild tremor and she sighed and opened her eyes. The dildo was in her hand, wet and shiny and looking quite excited. She giggled to herself as she studied the veined surface and the funny round base that looked a bit like a man's balls. And then she dropped it into the bag and rolled onto her side with her hand wedged between her legs, feeling in one way sated but in another, more wound up than before. She returned to her sandwich and had another glass of bubbly then she slipped her robe back on and strolled out onto the balcony. It was past mid afternoon and the shadows from the buildings were claiming the sand but between them there were sunbathers strewn out on their towels and beech mats. Nicole had decided upon arriving, that she didn't want to sunbathe but she did want to try, just once, to go topless on the beach. She could see a few other women were doing it and there was a little tingle in her belly that was building her courage again. She finished her glass of bubbly and put the bottle in the fridge, then she changed her panties for bikini bottoms and grabbed a beach towel and sunglasses before she could change her mind. She avoided the foyer and got off the elevator in the basement, hurrying past the gardeners office, which was closed anyway, and she emerged at the gate leading down to the sand. To the left there were four women nearby, two of them were topless, and there were a few men. To the right there were sand dunes and she chose them for some cover. She walked along past the shadow of her hotel and found a place between the dunes, which was secluded enough, and then she laid out her towel, and after taking a big nervous breath she pealed off her little tank top. She at once felt how naked she was and immediately laid down on her front to cover herself. There was no one in sight but she was topless in public and the mere thought of it was enough. She settled herself, molding the sand to form a rest for her head, and she was soon enjoying the warm sunshine and beginning to dose off. "Look, there's young Nicole!" she heard a familiar voice screech. It was Brenda Simms, a British woman Nicole and her husband had joined for dinner on their first night. "Hello there!" she called excitedly and Nicole lifted a little to smile back at her, but strolling along behind was her husband, Roland, and another man, George, who had been at dinner with them. Brenda was waving and chattering about how happy she was to see Nicole again. She was a woman in her fifties, tall and slender, with a one-piece swimsuit and a big flowery hat. She waved after her husband to catch up and when he did she claimed a mat from the bag he was carrying and laid it out along side Nicole. "So how are you sweetie? Are you enjoying your stay? It's just glorious isn't it?" she rattled off in a single breath and to Nicole's surprise she tugged the shoulders of her swimsuit and stretched it down to her waist. "Yes, it's wonderful..." Nicole replied, turning a little out of courtesy but holding her arm across her breasts. "Oh don't worry about them!" Brenda laughed. "Roland darling where's the lotion?" Roland gave his wife the bottle of suntan lotion and she busied herself applying it to all parts of her body while she chatted away. Roland then left and went towards the water and Brenda handed the bottle back to George and she laid down on her front so he could do her back. Nicole had relaxed a little. She had laid back down, keeping herself propped on her elbows enough that the older man could see her breast from beneath her arm but not the nipple. George massaged lotion into Brenda's back and Nicole watched him try to feel beneath for her breasts. Brenda turned and slapped his arm. "Stop that!" she laughed and then she smiled over at Nicole. "Oh sweetie you're going to burn in this sun... George, put some lotion on her back will you hun?" she commanded, and Nicole blushed but the older lady sounded like everyone's mother and when George touched her back she didn't protest. His hand was soft and his fingers were long. Brenda had settled with her big hat over the back of her head and Nicole tried to relax again while George worked the lotion into her back. She had noticed at dinner that he was a quiet, polite man but she had also noticed the sharpness in his eyes. He was no fool. He seemed reserved and obliging but Nicole sensed the strength deeper within his being. She held her breath as his fingers slid up beneath her arm and flicked across the side of her breast. It had been a slow, steady motion and again his fingers were smoothing the lotion, deeper beneath her that time, and they probed right up beneath her breast and then his hand cupped her and gently squeezed. He was kneeling beside her and had one hand resting upon her back while he felt her with the other. Nicole looked back at him but he was just grinning and she felt her cheeks glow. "Sweetie I was hoping you and your husband would like to come on a short cruise with us one night. It looks wonderful but it would be better as a group," Brenda said. Giving In to the Pacific "Umm... I guess..." Nicole uttered. She'd lifted a little more upon her elbows and George was fondling a nipple. Brenda's head was turned away and Nicole was watching anxiously for her to suddenly look around. She lifted a little further and the older man reached under and felt her breast fully. She looked back up at his face but he was concentrating on what he was doing. Brenda was still talking. She was excitedly describing the dinner cruise she had in mind. "Do you like that?" George said, only mouthing the words, but Nicole understood and she nodded. Her embarrassment had subsided but she was so frightened of the other woman turning and seeing what was happening. She dared the situation for a little longer, turning slightly and moving her arm back out of the way so he could see her breasts as well. He stopped and squeezed the lotion into the palm of his hand then he rubbed it into her left breast, massaging her softly and playing with her hard little nipple. He then moved to her right breast but his hand was clammy so he again stopped and squirted lotion into it. Nicole then leant back around a bit further so he had full access and he covered her tit with his hand and started feeling it. Brenda had seemingly settled. She had stopped chattering and Nicole though she may have even been dosing off. She looked at George's face but he was staring at her chest and she followed his gaze to watch his hand feeling her. She blushed a little to herself at the thought of letting a man other than her husband touch her like that. But she arched her chest and offered herself to him. George checked around to be sure no one was watching. There was a man working in the hotel garden who'd looked over a few times but there was no one else in sight and he knew Roland would be ages in the surf. He looked at Nicole's face, with her lowered eyes and her light little smile, and he watched it while he rolled her nipple with his fingers. It had been twenty years since he'd felt a young woman's tits and his cock throbbed at the thought of somehow arranging an opportunity to fuck her. He looked down at her little bikini pants and imagined how tight she would be. He wondered if she was wet right then and he decided he was going to find out. He might not be able to fuck her there on the beach but he was going to get his fingers up her. He sat up and adjusted his erection to the side of the tight little swimmers he was wearing. Then he took the bottle of lotion and motioned to Nicole's legs. She blushed a little again but she rolled over onto her belly and peered back at him while he rubbed the lotion into his hands. George started with her ankles and worked the oily fluid in until his hands were dry. He then worked more into her hips and thighs, slowing his action as he brushed the edge of her little bikini pants. He watched her face until her head rocked forward and then he slowly and carefully massaged the lotion into her inner-thighs. His hands were dry again and he'd effectively covered her skin with the lotion so he traced his fingertips deeper between her thighs and purposely cut the tip of his thumb up through the little furrow in her bikini pants. Nicole braced herself, rolling her hips a little and blushing into her folded arms. His fingers were there somewhere but she couldn't feel them anymore, and then there was gentle pressure against her clit. Maybe just the tip of his fingers were pressing there, but they were moving in a slow, circular motion and sending warm tingles through her entire body. George could feel her heat through the crotch of her bikini pants. He maintained his rhythm, holding her swollen clit between the tip of his middle and ring fingers and gently rolling it while her juices soaked into the fabric. He only played with her though. It wasn't the place for any more than that and he felt reluctance in her too. "Maybe later?" he whispered into her hair, shifting forward and settling beside her. He'd kept his fingers pressed against her pussy though, and when she moaned a soft, positive response he did what he'd wanted to do. He pealed the edge of her bikini pants aside and slipped a finger up into her. Nicole accepted it. She was down from her little high but she allowed the older man to examine her. She watched around while he poked his fingers in and out a little bit and while he leant back to have a look. She blushed and smiled to herself when he did that, but he was gentle and he soon smoothed her pants back into place and offered her the first drink from his bottle of water. She thanked him and accepted the bottle, noticing that his middle finger was wet, and she could see the creamy texture of her juices on it. "So, when is your husband back?" he asked her and she told him tomorrow night, feeling slightly hesitant within herself at the inference. He smiled disarmingly though, and he shook Brenda's ankle. "Don't burn there love," he said to her as she stirred. She rolled over and started chattering again and Nicole relaxed back on her hands and mostly listened. A little while later Roland returned and Nicole again realized that she was topless. Roland was kind of shy about it. He would occasionally glance over and Nicole would avoid meeting his eyes while he looked at her breasts. She liked him doing that though, and even after the shade from the hotel had claimed the sand dunes she remained sitting there without her top on. Brenda had starting packing up though, and the three of them were soon on their way. Nicole had no idea of the time but she was getting hungry so she decided to head back to her room. She dared the main foyer that time and earned a few nice looks from the men there. Once back in her room she showered the sand away and slipped on a t-shirt and shorts for her planned dinner excursion. She didn't want to go to the restaurant alone so instead she took a book she was reading to a café across the street and spent an hour there. It was a beautiful, balmy evening. The air was thick with the sounds and smells of the ocean and the entire coast came alight as the sun set behind the mountains in the west. Nicole walked for a while after leaving the café. Everything was still open and she strolled along window shopping and occasionally she would enter and browse. It was almost nine when she returned to her room and slipped into the little satin nightie she'd bought that afternoon. She checked it in the mirror, hoping it would look as she had imagined, and she was happy with the soft caress of the cool fabric against her nipples. She turned and checked the length and cut of the garment, bending forward a little and giggling to herself at the way it lifted and exposed her so easily. She then went back to her bottle of bubbly and took a glass out onto the balcony to watch the moonlit waves crashing up onto the sand. Miles was finishing his shift and looking forward to joining his buddies in the restaurant bar when he saw the order of a bottle of bubbly for room thirty seven. The guy taking over from him had claimed it but he was still fixing his tie and badge and Miles swept it from the counter in front of him. "I'll do this one," he said, as if he was doing a favor, and he quickly took a bottle from the restaurant stocks and headed for the forth floor. Nicole's heart was fluttering again. The last of her bubbly had only half filled her glass and she had decided to wait for the room service man in her little nightie. She checked it in the glass balcony door and tugged at the hem. She would be fine as long as she didn't move she thought. Miles knocked on the door and stepped back, fumbling with the tie he'd loosened and trying to make it look tidy. The door opened and Nicole peered around from behind it. She immediately recognized Miles from the beach that morning. He stepped forward, determined to deliver the bubbly all the way to her glass. "Hello..." Nicole said softly, meeting his smile as he stepped past her. She backed away with the door but she couldn't take it with her and she followed with her hands clasped and nervously protecting her modesty. He had stopped at the table where she'd left her glass and he was opening the bottle. "I'm Miles," he said, remembering his nametag was in his locker, and as Nicole glanced away he looked her over. "Do you remember me from the beach this morning?" Nicole nodded and blushed a little. "And I've seen you around a few times... but you haven't been our waiter before." "No... well the girl who usually does this shift is off sick. Juliet... you would have had her last night?" "Oh I remember. Juliet... is she sick or is she off somewhere with Romeo?" Nicole giggled and she immediately felt stupid. "Probably off with Romeo," Miles chuckled. "Although I doubt she'd be doing anything romantic." "Oh... why?" Nicole probed with interest, accepting her glass. "Oh, I don't know. Maybe she would be. I'm just being silly, but she's not really the romantic type... more the party for a night kind of girl if you know what I mean." "I see... but I thought guys liked girls like that," Nicole ventured, feeling herself blush again and wishing she would just shut up. "Yeah, we do like her. We all like her," Miles chuckled. "But anyway, I'm glad she's off somewhere because it gave me a chance to fill in, and I was hoping to meet you." Nicole smiled shyly. "I'm Nicole," she said and offered her hand. Miles took it and squeezed it softly, perhaps holding it a little longer than he was supposed to. "Nice to meet you Nicole... and you're from Germany?" "Yes. My husband and I are here on vacation," she replied and again she wished she'd thought before speaking. The reference to her husband wasn't what she wanted right then. "Mind if I have some of this?" Miles asked, indicating the bottle of bubbly. "Oh... of course! Please, sit down." "I'll have another bottle sent up later," Miles added and he turned another glass and filled it. "Cheers," he said and smiled, tipping the glass and taking a sip. Nicole watched him walk around the room touching things and moving others as if he was inspecting the job housekeeping had done. She wondered how old he was. He looked over forty, perhaps forty-five, and she felt her knees weaken a little at the thought of being with a man that age. She liked the wrinkles in his neck and the course little hairs that were touching his collar. His hands were large and they looked powerful. She imagined being handled by them, being caressed and undressed by them. He walked slowly around behind her and she felt his arm brush against her back. She turned her head but didn't look up at him and he casually stepped around and sat down on the coffee table in front of her. He looked up and she met his eyes, confused and suddenly aware of the cool sea breeze between her legs. He took a moment to speak, slowly looking her up and down. "You know, old Harry the gardener was watching you at the beach this afternoon," he said as if he was talking about the weather, and Nicole's heart stopped beating as a flurry of warm little tingles swarmed from all over her body and exploded deep in the center of her belly. She couldn't respond to what he'd said. She just stared down at his head as he placed his glass on the coffee table. He then looked up at her again, with a smile she couldn't quite fathom. His hands moved up behind her knees and he softly stroked up the back of her thighs. Miles could see she had already submitted. "He said you let some old guy feel you up," he went on, slowly stroking back down and then feeling up a little further until his fingers brushed the bare lips of her pussy. Nicole's hand moved to his hair. It was an involuntary action, more to steady herself than to encourage him, but in that she clawed her fingers into his scalp. Miles slipped his right hand up the back of her thigh again and that time he parted her labia and ran the tip of his finger through the soft damp opening. "So I was wondering if your husband knows that other men are allowed to feel your tits... does he know that?" he asked, slicing his finger tip through her folds again. Nicole shook her head. "No, he doesn't know..." she uttered, rolling her hips and trying to force more contact with Miles' fingers. He looked down at her legs. His face was level with her crotch and he softly blew against her thighs, holding her hip with his left hand and with his right, he still gently worked her slippery folds but without allowing his fingers to penetrate. He looked up at her again. Her eyes were closed and bubbly dripped from her fingers where they were clutching the stem of the glass. He lowered his head and spoke into the hem of her little nightie. "You know.... They say a married woman's juices are even sweeter..." Nicole gripped his head and willed him closer. She needed more. "Is it true Nicole? Should I taste you and see?" he went on, kissing her tiny patch of hair with the hem of her little nightie lifting upon his nose. He extended his tongue and cut the tip of it through her, tasting the hot fluid that was seeping from her, and very softly licking into her folds. She tensed and her body shuddered. Her hand pressed firmly against the back of his head and bubbly slurped onto the carpet next to him. Miles went to work on her. He slid down off the coffee table and edged his shoulder between her legs. He turned his head all the way around so he could eat her without touching her clit. He could see it was swollen and ripe for attention but he wanted to taste her first and he tongued her folds slowly and deliberately while she writhed down against his face. He worked her until she'd started to pant and then he turned his head again and sucked on her clit hard while forcing two fingers up her. He then started fucking her with his fingers. Her juices were virtually gushing into his mouth and he only stopped sucking her swollen little button long enough to swallow. Her inner-walls were loose and open but they soon began to clamp around him so he forced his fingers as far up her as he could and lapped greedily at her clit until her entire body tensed and then convulsed. He held her firmly while she came. He lifted his head to her belly and pressed it there while she clung to it, and he kept his fingers firmly up inside of her while holding her around the waist with his other arm. He held her until she came down and then he carefully removed his fingers from her and sat back up on the coffee table with her body rocking against him. The glass was still clutched in her hand. It was empty and resting upon his shoulder. Her other hand was still in his hair and her soft little fingers were twirling absently. He held her like that for a moment then he looked up from her belly. "I'm going to fuck you now okay?" he said to her. "Okay..." Nicole uttered softly. Miles took her hand and led her to the bedroom. She followed with her mind still floating around somewhere. He took the glass off her and sat her on the bed then started taking his shirt and shoes off. "Take that off and let me see your tits," he said, and Nicole felt herself blushing. In spite of what had just happened she felt shy about exposing herself completely but she did as he had said. She pealed her little nightie off and at his insistence she edged back and laid down across the middle of the bed. He'd removed his shirt and he opened his trousers and pulled them along with his boxers to the floor. He stood with an erection levering at his waist and Nicole watched it as he climbed onto the bed between her legs. He held it in one hand and he felt her opening with the other, pushing a finger up into her and then spreading her juices. "Is it okay if I cum in you?" he asked, pushing his finger back up into her. Nicole nodded her response and he smiled, then he removed his finger, again smearing her juices, and he pressed the head of his cock against her pussy. It slipped in easily and he rocked forward, impaling her with it. Nicole felt her legs being forced open and she felt his cock start to thrust in and out. She'd been dazed, with her thoughts foggy and disjointed, but the feel of him growing harder and the force of his powerful shoulder beneath her chin, and with the feel of his broad, hairy chest rubbing against her nipples, her body had begun to awaken. She started moving against his thrusts, mashing her wetness against his pubic bone and splitting herself open to allow him deeper penetration. The first twinkle of ecstasy danced within her but just as it did he speared his cock right up into her and she felt him buck and tense. She waited. His entire, powerful body was rigid and quivering and she knew he needed her to be still. And then she felt his cock start to pulse and she laid there and accepted his cum. His cock pulsed a few times and he rolled his hips and forced it up her again. Then she felt his hot semen flooding around it as it quickly softened. At twenty Miles could have kept going, as he felt she'd wanted, but at forty-seven he was exhausted. He rolled off and collapsed flat on his back beside her. He took a moment to catch his breath. "You spilled your drink..." he said lightly and Nicole smiled. She was pleased to immediately have something so silly to think about. "Would you like another?" Miles asked, leaning up on an elbow and grinning down at her. "Okay," she answered and she watched him pull his shorts and trousers back up. He then gathered his shoes and shirt and left her there. She laid for a moment collecting her thoughts. She went through the events in her mind, first wondering how it had happened, and then slipping her hand down to feel her sopping little pussy while she thought of him beneath her and working his tongue over her clit. She sat up and found a fresh pair of panties in the nightstand drawer and she pulled them on, giggling to herself about how many pairs she could go through in one day. She smoothed them and checked in the mirror then she lifted her little nightie and straightened it. "Don't cover your tits," Miles said from the doorway. "Come out and let me look at them while we talk," he added, and he beckoned for her to follow. Nicole hesitated. She felt naked all of a sudden, but she laid the nightie on the bed and followed after him. Miles was sitting on the sofa and she approached and sat beside him. He'd poured her bubbly and she had a sip and looked down at herself, still feeling a little self-conscious. "Do you want to sit around a bit so I can see them better?" he said to her and he touched her arm. She blushed and shifted to the side, lifting her legs up onto the sofa. "Like that?" she asked softly. "Yeah, that's better," he said and he casually felt her, cupping her left breast and squeezing it a little. "You know, Barry, the old guy with me at the beach this morning, he said he got a look at your tits after I'd gone. He was pretty happy about it..." Nicole didn't respond right away. She watched Miles feel her breast and then she lifted her arm out of the way while he felt the other one. "I knew you were watching me..." she said shyly. "You did? And you let us have a look anyway?" Miles grinned and Nicole glanced up and nodded but she had to look away. Miles sat back, and Nicole had another sip of her bubbly. "Yeah, old Barry's a good friend of mine, and there's a few other guys who've been watching you too..." Miles went on easily, stroking from her ankle to her knee and back again, and applying just a little pressure to move her leg aside as he spoke. He waited a moment before continuing. "Have you ever been with more than one man?" he then asked and Nicole blushed and tried to meet his eyes but she couldn't. She felt his eyes on her crotch. Her little panties were damp from where his cum had been leaking out of her and soaking into them. She glanced up at him but only for an instant. Her heart was pounding and she fought to get the words out. "Do you want me to take them off," she managed to utter and she felt her face go bright red as she finally met his eyes. Giving In to the Pacific "Definitely!" Miles grinned and Nicole couldn't help her smile. It was a nervous smile but it released the tension and she suddenly found herself in a new place. She stood and pealed her panties down and stepped out of them. She then nestled back on the sofa. Miles was staring at her crotch and she allowed him to move her leg aside again. "Should I lay back a bit so you can see me?" she asked him. The new place she had found was beyond embarrassment. It was as if she'd taken a final step and was then fully clothed, looking at herself naked on the sofa. Modesty was no longer necessary and she watched Miles' face as she slipped forward a bit and leant back against the arm of the sofa. Her legs were bent up and resting against the back of the sofa. Miles had shifted around a little to be facing her with his arm along the backrest and with his left hand he was stroking her knee. Nicole still watched his face. He soon got around to moving her knee aside and having another look between her legs. He grinned and met her eyes. "Is it all sloppy?" She was still capable of a little blush and she smiled. "I don't know... It feels a bit sticky from your cum." He trailed the back of his fingers down her inner-thigh, stroking gently and opening her legs a little more. Then he softly pressed his fingers against her pussy, allowing the tip of his middle finger to work its way into her folds. "Hmm, that is kind of sticky," he smiled, meeting Nicole's eyes again. "You can use some oil if you want to finger me ..." she said to him but she didn't recognize her own voice anymore. She'd motioned to the bag from the toy shop, which was still beside the sofa, and he was over looking in it. She saw him grin and then his hand emerged from the bag clutching her dildo and the bottle of oil. "Well, what have we here?" Miles asked and Nicole giggled as his eyes rolled from the dildo to meet hers. "I don't know..." she lied softly, wriggling a bit as he walked towards her on his knees. "Whatever it is it must be broken because it doesn't work very well..." she added. "Well I'm not surprised... but it's not because it's broken," Miles began explaining. He was kneeling beside her by then and he was rolling the dildo around, inspecting it quite seriously. "The thing is... these are apparently just like a hand job. They're okay, but they work so much better if someone else has control." "Oh really!" Nicole giggled again. He was looking her over like he was wondering where to begin. She'd straightened her legs and he rested the dildo between her thighs. He then placed his hand on her knee and stroked up over her little bush and down her other thigh. "So I've heard, but I think we need to test that theory to know for sure..." he said. His voice was deeper and softer. The amusement had vanished from his tone and as his hand swept over her bush again he pressed more firmly and Nicole gripped the arm of the sofa behind her head. Miles bent to a nipple and sucked it in. He abandoned her legs and left the dildo resting between them and he cupped her other tit and massaged it firmly. "Do you want me to fuck you with it?" he asked, looking up from her nipple. "Ah ha..." Nicole uttered, gripping the arm of the sofa like she was tied to it and arching her tits up for him while the dildo slipped a little between her thighs. The head of the thing was a few inches away from her pussy and the thick, round base was wedged between her thighs, a little above her knees. She held it there while the older man suckled her breast and started working his big hand into her side and around to her lower back, rubbing and molding her flesh in stark contrast to the tender ministrations of his tongue and lips. He kept at her, sucking on her tit and rubbing and massaging all over her lower body, working her hips and her belly, pressing into the soft skin over her ribs and raking his fingers down her spine. Her head was arched back and he ate into her neck, mauling her and then licking his way back to her other tit before sucking that nipple in and working his hand beneath her thigh, gripping it and forcing his fingertips into the flesh of her vulva but avoiding the ache that had formed inside. He could feel her heat and the promise of moisture but he felt on the floor for the bottle of oil anyway. He'd slowed his actions, delicately suckling her nipple and nuzzling into her tit with his nose and chin. Her body was arching up to find his hand and he lightly removed the dildo from between her thighs. He moved back to the other tit so he could turn his head and he suckled that nipple while flipping the cap on the bottle of oil. Nicole's legs had splayed open but she was still and her breathing was beginning to settle. Miles tipped the bottle and squirted oil into her mound and it leaked down between the folds of her pussy causing her pelvis to roll in anticipation. "Do you want it yet?" Miles asked softly, teasingly. He'd put the bottle down and he reached beneath her leg with the dildo in his hand. Her tit was quivering against his lips and her pelvis was slowly gyrating her crotch against the cool air. He touched the head of the dildo ever so gently against her slit and made her work the oil into it with her pussy lips. He could feel the weight of her against the tip and he allowed her to open her lips over it but nothing more. Her body jerked and her tit wobbled against his face. An almost inaudible little moan had escaped upon her breath and he waited another few seconds and then with a single, slow, fluid action he forced the entire length of the dildo up inside of her. Her body convulsed and her fingernails were suddenly digging into his shoulder. Her head was arched right back against the arm of the sofa and her neck was exposed. He ate into it, sucking and mauling again while he slowly fucked her with the dildo. He used only a short thrust. He would withdraw a few inches and then force it back in, opening her with the big, round base and mashing the ribbed bridge of the thing against her clit. He fucked her steadily and relentlessly, keeping her full of the thick shaft and matching the rotations of her pelvis with short, deliberate thrusts. He'd ended his attack upon her neck and he moved to her ear. "Do you like that?" he breathed and he broke his action to withdraw most of the length of the dildo and then thrust it back up her again. "Do you like being fucked with a big rubber cock?" he groaned into her hair and he pulled it back and rammed it in again, but that time she just braced. The rotations of her hips had ceased and she held to the arm of the sofa while he started spearing the thing in and out of her. He could sense her orgasm building and he worked the shaft like the rod of a piston, searing her inner walls and driving her close to a convulsion. Her body lifted and held and he went at her harder and faster until she writhed and moaned and suddenly clamped herself around his hand. She collapsed with his arm twisted and being crushed between her thighs and with the dildo firmly wedged up inside of her. Her delicate frame convulsed again and again and slowly the magnitude of her convulsions ebbed away until she was left panting and smiling up at him. Miles carefully eased the dildo from inside of her. Then he pushed the coffee table back out of the way and freed his cock. "Down here," he said to her. "Bend over the sofa for me..." Nicole obeyed him. She could see he was rigid and already the head of his cock was swollen and dribbling. She rolled off the sofa and bent over it, offering herself. Her own needs had been sated but she was prepared to accept another load of cum. It occurred to her that way. It wasn't mutual right then. She was just going to allow him to get off inside of her and the thought of it made her cheeks redden once more. She watched back over her shoulder while he felt her opening and positioned himself. He was then humping against her and mashing his balls into her sopping pussy. He fucked her like she was a bitch in heat and pumped his seed as deep inside of her as he could. He then collapsed over her back with his spent cock slipping out of her. "I want you to let some of the other guys have a turn now," he whispered into her ear. "A few of them are down in the bar and I want you to let them fuck you." "How many are there?" Nicole asked softly. She'd been thinking about it since he'd first mentioned them. "I don't know... it depends who's still there," Miles answered. He reached for his trousers and took his cell phone from the pocket. He remained kneeling behind her and she stayed bent over the sofa with his hand massaging her neck while he spoke. "There's five of them on their way up," he said, flipping the phone closed and tossing it aside. "That's okay isn't it?" he asked her, laying back over her and feeling her tits while kissing softly into her neck. "But not all together..." Nicole uttered. "No... how about you wait in the bedroom and I'll make sure they only come in one at a time?" She nodded her assent. Any semblance of her true self had slipped away and she was ready to be used by a group of men she imagined she may have seen around the hotel. She allowed herself to be led into the bedroom and she peered up at Miles sitting beside her on the bed. "Can I keep the light off?" she asked him. "I'd rather not know who they are..." There was a knock at the door and Miles bent and stroked hair from her face. He kissed her softly. "Are you sure this is okay?" "I want to do it..." Nicole answered. She was trembling and her heart was pounding but she wanted it to happen. She wanted to just lay there and let them rape her body. "I'll be watching for the light then," Miles said, kissing her softly again. "If you turn it on I'll know you want to stop and you can be sure it will stop right then and there okay." He left her and closed the door, which left the room in total darkness, and she listened to the muffled voices filling the living room. She waited, listening intently for the sound of the door handle turning. The voices were settling and she thought she heard footsteps, and then the door cracked open and a shadow of a man entered the room. Barry slowly pealed off his shirt and slipped out of his shoes. He could hear her breathing. He undid his trousers and pulled them down and stepped out of them. He then felt his cock through his briefs. He worked it until it was firm and then he pealed his briefs down and dropped them near his trousers. He edged forward and felt for the bed. It was cool and soft and he felt across it until his hand closed over her leg. She made a sound when he touched her, kind of a soft little whimper, and he moved her leg aside and laid down on top of her. Then he felt for her pussy and forced the head of his cock in and started fucking her. He could feel her face turned away and her arms were above her head, and she wasn't responding but he didn't mind. He just supported himself above her and worked her with his hips until the first load of cum he'd produced in over a month started welling in his hairy old balls and then he thrust his cock up her and held firm. Nicole felt him throbbing inside of her. Another load of cum was being pumped into her womb and she laid there with her legs wide open while sweat dripped from the man's forehead onto her neck. That man got up off her and she listened to him getting dressed. Then he slipped out the door and another man came in. She laid with her legs open, waiting. Ted had been erect for a while, ever since it had been decided he would be next after Barry. He crawled onto the bed and felt for her legs, then he got between them and as soon as he had his cock in he started pumping her hard and fast. His short, thin cock was spearing in and out of her sloppy hole and he was soon climbing up over her trying to get it in as far as he could. Nicole opened her legs wider and she rolled her pelvis so he could pump it deeper into her. She felt him convulse and she held herself up against him while he unloaded. Ted remained on top of her and slid his cock in and out of her for a while. He was only semi-firm but she was so hot and slippery that she was easy to fuck like that. He felt for her tits and she arched her chest up for him so he worked them over while his cock firmed again. He was soon rock hard and he pulled out and got up off her. He then guided her onto her hands and knees. He got in behind her and sunk his cock into her pussy again then pulled it out and pressed the head against her tight little asshole. It opened her and slipped in but she tensed and he waited. He rubbed the back of her neck until her head lowered and then he rocked forward and slid a few inches into her. He waited again, then he rocked forward once more and he was fully up her. The pain was subsiding and Nicole laid her head down and tried to relax. He'd started moving in and out slowly and the pain gave way to a warm tingle. She could feel his balls slapping against her pussy as his thrusts quickened and became a little more forceful. Then he was humping her solidly and she gripped the bedpost and waited for him to cum. "Take it baby! Take that cum up your ass!" he groaned and she felt his cock throbbing and filling her up. Ted pulled on his trousers and shoes and he brushed past old Harry on his way out. Harry closed the door and quickly stripped down to his t-shirt and socks. He got onto the bed and levered his big, thick cock down then forced it up into Nicole's pussy. He'd been waiting by the door for a while and working it so he was hard up against her cervix and throbbing within a few minutes. Nicole knew who he was. She'd recognized his silhouette when the door was open. She laid there beneath the old man, with her legs hooked up over his arms, and with his sperm flooding her womb. He lifted himself and pulled his cock half way out then sunk it into her again and she hoped he would keep going and pump more cum into her. "You can fuck me again if you want..." she heard herself say but he only chuckled. "I wish I could sweetheart," he said. "But I want you to suck all this cum off my cock," he added and he withdrew and knelt up over her. Nicole got upon her elbow and started licking and sucking him. She couldn't see what she was doing but she could taste the semen and she liked the feel of his cock against her lips. He had one hand on her head and the other was feeling her tits. She cleaned him and then softly sucked on the head until he released her and moved away. Nicole laid back down and listened to him getting dressed. He left and another man entered the room. He seemed quite short in stature. Leon stripped naked and got onto the bed. He felt Nicole laying on her back with one leg bent up and he felt over her body for her tits. He massaged them a little, bending and suckling one then the other, then he edged up beside her on his knees and lifted the back of her head, and he fed his cock into her mouth. He played with her nipples while she sucked on it. She'd rolled onto her side and then gotten up onto her hands and knees and he reached beneath to tweak both nipples while her warm lips slid up and down his shaft. He'd thought about a bit of a blowjob and then to fuck her but what she was doing felt so good he decided to stay with it. The work she was doing on the head of his cock was bringing his load along and building it nicely and he abandoned her tits and concentrated on the feel of her hand and mouth. She had her soft fingers gripping his shaft and every time the swollen head of his cock slipped through them and into her mouth a little bolt of pure ecstasy surged through his loins. Nicole could feel the little twitches every time she stroked and she knew he was getting close. She kept stroking him into her mouth steadily until the movement of his hips began to force the pace and she then held still and let him fuck her hand and mouth until he gripped her head and thrust forward and held. She waited then. She waited for that first pulse and then the next little surge. And then she held the base of his cock tight and softly sucked on the head of his cock while hot semen spurted into the roof of her mouth and flooded under her tongue. He tried to thrust again but she moved with him and maintained that soft hold with her lips while the thick fluid continued to gush from the head of his cock and leak down her throat. She recognized the long, bony fingers of the next man as he held her hands above her head and fucked her. George had been in the bar drinking with the staff and had tagged along to have a turn on her. Nicole spread herself wide open again as he surged up into her and pumped yet another load of cum into her womb. She'd felt a few orgasms ebb away but that time it gripped her and her pussy clamped around his cock as her contraction drew the fluid in. She collapsed beneath him and when he left her there she curled up in the bed sheet and went to sleep. She awoke late the next morning and she had a shower to wash away the pasty cum from her thighs, and then she went walking on the beach. It was her last day as her husband would be back that evening and the next morning they were to check out. She strolled along to the main shopping area and had lunch at a beachside café. She then did her final shopping for souvenirs and the like and strolled leisurely back to the hotel. It was late afternoon by then and she was coaxed into the gardener's office where Harry bent her over his desk and fucked her from behind. She had on her sundress and he lifted that and pulled her little panties aside then he pumped a fresh load of cum into her while Ted watched from the doorway. Ted was on a break between lunch and dinner and he serviced her as well. When Harry had finished he got in behind her and pealed her panties down a bit, then he rode her while groping her tits beneath her gaping little dress. It was nearly five when Nicole got back to her room with her pussy all wet and dripping again. Alan was the next to have her. He'd called in on the pretense of checking her satisfaction with room service and he managed to get her to kneel down and suck him off. He stood there stroking her hair until he was ready to erupt and then he held her head and pumped his big load of cum into her mouth. Nicole was anyone's at that point and over the next few hours she was taken by another five men. George had accidentally left his glasses the night before and after retrieving them he took her into the bedroom and used her. He'd liked the fact that he could see her that time and he'd lifted her little dress up over her tits and watched them bounce while he humped her. And Miles had waited for his meal break to bring another three of his buddies along to pay her a little visit. They passed George on his way out and found her still laying on her bed with her dress bunched around her chest. She laid there while they opened her legs and had a look. Nicole watched the other three men while Miles fucked her. They were working their cocks and she watched their faces while another man's sperm was being pumped into her. She kept her legs spread for the next one. He would have been about forty she guessed, and his cock was enormous. She held to his shoulders while he forced it into her, spreading her open and filling her like never before, and while he fucked her through a subdued orgasm. She then felt him growing urgent and when he was pressed right up into her and holding firm, she relaxed her legs and rolled her hips down against him, working him in further while she waited for him to cum. "Yeah... fill her up!" one of the other guys grinned and Nicole met his eyes as the cock inside of her throbbed and spurted deep into her belly.