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On Holiday

By: Ashson



Tom and I had been married for just over a year when we went on a holiday to Surfers Paradise. Tom's a salesman, and good at it, and he wound up with a nice bonus this year. We decided to blow part of it and headed north to the sunshine.

That first day we didn't really know what to do first. There are so many attractions for gullible tourists, and that's what we were and quite content to be so. We were going to have fun. We finished up spending most of the day at Dream World and were both pleasantly tired when we got back to our motel.

The motel we were staying at was only medium range, rated at just under four stars, I'd guess, but it was comfortable and suited out pocket. They had a decent swimming pool and spa in enclosed gardens and there was also a games room up the top with a magnificent view. Out unit was on the twelfth floor, and overlooked the ocean.

After dinner I wanted to go try out the pool and spa. Tom was feeling lazy but agreed to come down and sit with me. Personally I think it was just that he'd had a couple too many with his dinner and needed to sleep it off. Anyway, I slipped on my bikini, grabbed a towel, and we went down to the pool.

For some reason the pool was deserted, leaving just me and Tom. Probably because we'd eaten slightly early and everyone else were only just settling down to dinner now. It was getting cooler as the evening advanced, but cooler is a relative term. Compared to the temperature back home it was hot and the pool looked good to me.

Tom settled on one of the deck chairs provided, tilted his hat over his eyes and snoozed. I think he fell asleep just like that. Me, I dived in and started swimming. I didn't need all that much exercise as we'd been running around all day, but I did feel the need for a refreshing dip to cool me down. A cool shower would have done the same, but wouldn't have been nearly as much fun.

After a short swim I started strolling around the perimeter of the pool area, admitting the gardens. I like gardens but I'm a terrible gardener. I buy a plant, follow all the instruction about where to put it, when to water it, when to fertilise it and then stand back and watch it die. Tom says some people have natural green thumbs, and then points out that mine are probably black, carrying the touch of death to things vegetative.

"Like my gardens do you?" this deep voice rumbled behind me.

Startled, I turned around, and was even more startled to find myself facing a gorilla wearing shorts and carrying hedge clippers. Gorilla was my first impression, and my second, too, for that matter. He was big, with the sort of face only a mother would love, and she'd probably have her doubts. He was also well-muscled, and extremely hairy. I know men have hairy chests but this guy carried it to ridiculous levels. I'm quite sure his hair qualified as a fur coat.

It was the hedge clippers that gave me the vital clue. He was, undoubtedly, the gardener. And a very good one from the display around us.

"Oh, hullo," I said. "I'm Chantelle. Yes, I do like your gardens. They're superb."

"Gary," he rumbled in that deep voice of his. I'd never heard a voice as low as that before. Although he was smiling, at least I think it was a smile on his face, his voice sounded as though he was a tiger growling. It sent shivers up my spine.

"What is this?" I asked him, indicating a very nice little bush with flowers that resembled little green and red bells. "I've never seen one before."

"Qualope bells," Gary told me. "Quite a rare plant. You won't find them down south. Too cold."

"How do you know I'm from down south," I challenged. It's not like I had an accent or anything.

"Colour," said Gary, and noticing my confusion, he deigned to explain. "You're pale. No decent sunshine where you're from. So you're from the south."

Observant and able to interpret what he saw, apparently. Now that he had mentioned my colouring I could see that he was deeply tanned. 

Now that the ice was broken Gary started pointing out the various plants to me, indicating which ones were purely tropical or sub-tropical and couldn't be grown in colder area. I suppose we must have spent about twenty minutes moving around the garden. I found the whole thing fascinating.

"Just around here we have the Evening Glory," Gary told me, as we moved into the corner next to what I think was the shed holding the pump equipment for the spa. "You'll find it's due to come out about now."

I turned to look closer and my bikini bottom hit the ground. I gave a little squeal and my immediate reaction was to bend down and snatch them back up into place. That's when I found I didn't really have room to bend down. I had the shed on one side of me, the gardens full of bushes on another and Gary blocking me into a neat little triangle. I did manage to turn to face him.

"Are you mad?" I asked him. "You can't just pull down a woman's clothes like that. Back off and let me get dressed again. Kindly remember that my husband is just over there."

"Your husband is dead to the world and even if he woke up he probably wouldn't notice us in this corner. It's rather shadowy, what with the shed and the overhead trees. And I don't want you getting dressed again just yet."

Gary moved a little closer to me and that's when I realised that it wasn't just my bikini bottom that had been dropped. I could feel Gary lightly touching my stomach. For the life of me I couldn't help looking down. I felt a touch of relief to find out that at least some parts of him weren't covered in fur, and then a queasy stomach as I saw how much of him wasn't covered in fur.

My hands were on his chest, trying to push him away. I'd have had as much success trying to push a real gorilla away. 

"Enough's enough, Gary," I said very firmly, showing that I wasn't going to put up with this sort of nonsense. "People just don't behave like this. Now please back up."

"Actually, people behave like this all the time," rumbled Gary. "I know that I do."

Instead of backing up he moved a little closer and his 'evening glory' was now pressing quite firmly against my tummy, which was now filled with dancing butterflies.

"Look, Gary, all I have to do is yell. My husband will wake up and you'll be in real trouble."

"But you're not going to yell," Gary told me. "You're wondering what it's going to be like."

With that amazing comment he then reach over and touched one of my nipples, and I was shocked to see that they were erect and pressing against my top. I was even more shocked to find that I was slightly aroused.

Gary reached down with one hand and caught me behind the knee and lifted. He seemed to find the task absolutely effortless as he hauled my leg up and wrapped it around his waist. I was almost doing vertical splits and I was horribly aware of just how exposed and vulnerable I was. To my shame I could feel both heat and moisture surging inside me.

The way I was now standing it was only a minor adjustment for Gary to shift his erection until it was pressing against my soft womanhood. One moment I was trembling, feeling him pressing against my stomach, the next I was holding my breath as I felt him pushing firmly into me.

I didn't have to hold my breath long. With one long firm push Gary simply took me, driving all the way home while my passage obligingly stretched and yielded to him. He reached for my neck and pulled loose the top tie of my bikini and the bra just dropped down, revealing that the bra wasn't required for support purposes. My breasts pointed perkily at him, the pink nipples highlighting the whiteness of the breasts themselves. I made a mental not to get some sun-tanning in while I was here.

With Gary's hands holding my breasts, his 'Evening Glory' bloomed. He thrust into me hard, demanding a response, and getting one as I started moving with him. His hands covered my breasts and teased them while his shaft drilled me unmercifully, pushing in, retreating and surging back forward triumphantly.

I found myself moving with him willingly. Resisting didn't even cross my mind. The knowledge that Tom was only yards away, sleeping, seemed to add an illicit fillip to what was happening to me.

Gary was staring down at me as he took me, just watching my face and my reaction to his ravishment. All I could do was stare back at him, feeling him moving in me, demonstrating his mastery and my utter helplessness before him. 

My breasts and nipples were tingling as he played gently with them, the contrast to the way his cock was running rampart inside me amazingly erotic. I was gasping, trying not to scream, but my whole body was soon shouting for relief. 

Still Gary was driving his erection hard into me. I found that I'd been backed up against the wall of the shed and my other leg had lifted of its own accord and wrapped around Gary. I clung helplessly and Gary dominated me, driving in again and again and again.

By the time it ended I had been reduced to a whimpering plea for relief, desperate for things to come to a climax, or to my climax, anyway. I only found out it was coming when Gary suddenly closed his mouth over mine to swallow my screams and powered into me to relieve himself with his own climax. I went with him, shuddering and screaming, while a little voice was relieved to note that Gary was silencing me.

When I finally gathered my senses together I found that my bra was done up and my bikini bottom was back in place. Gary just started walking back along the garden, quizzing me about the plants he had earlier identified. A casual glance showed Tom still snoozing on the deck chair.

As we drew level with the spa Gary reached over and pressed the button that brought the spa to roaring life. Then he gave me a casual push and I found myself stumbling into the spa. 

"Take a seat and relax," he told me. "Let the spa soothe all your worries. I'll see you tomorrow evening."

See me tomorrow evening? He had to be kidding. I mean, he'd just ravished me. OK, apart from a few verbal protests, maybe I hadn't resisted too hard, but I'm quite sure it counted as ravishment. And he was asking me to come back for seconds? Some men have egos so large it's a wonder they can walk under that weight. See him tomorrow indeed.

On Holiday on the Spanish Riviera



Strictly fiction. Many thanks to my editor "Wicked Inside".

*****

Bright light was pushing its way around the edges of the wooden blinds. I could feel that it was probably time to get up, so I slipped out of bed and went over to lift a slat and glance out. There were people on the street outside, and the sun was definitely up. The town was, I guessed, showing what passed here for bustling.

"Time to get started, babe! It's a bright, shiny, new, day!" I called out. We're both night owls, and loved teasing each other about mornings. I looked back, and she had kicked off the sheets and was stretching lazily, lying almost diagonally across the bed. She is never more beautiful than in a full length stretch, even with her hair in riotous disarray, and given my body's response, getting started was about to be delayed. 

I lowered my lips to her belly, and started gently kissing my way slowly upward. My right hand found and started gently stroking the soft skin of her thigh. I felt her hand gently start stroking my hair. My lips found a nipple, pulled it into my mouth as I gently sucked on it and rolled it. She started the soft murmurs deep in her throat that I know so well. Neither of us was in a hurry.

It was a gentle mating, loving more than passionate. I started on top, but held myself up with my arms so I could behold the face of my lover (and, yes, watch her beautiful breasts flowing under the energy of my thrusts.) We ended with her on top, and me holding and massaging her breasts as we both enjoyed a gentle, rolling crest.

As Jeannie used the only bathroom, I lay on my back feeling on top of the world. We had arrived last night at a private beach house owned by a well-off Sevilla family. A few years earlier we had befriended their son when he was doing his residency at the hospital where my wife worked. Well, he and his family became our friends, and "Mi casa, su casa." is more than just an expression for them. We had taken this vacation specifically to meet the family. The youngest son met us in Madrid and escorted us to Sevilla on the "Ave" high-speed train. We had a delightful few days with them, the son acting as tour director through the Roman, Moorish, and Catholic history in the area.

Then they drove us down to their beach house for several days alone on the Spanish Riviera. This town was not a big tourist area, only a few specialty hotels and a lot of beach houses. Marta, the mother, had spent hours telling Jeannie about all the best restaurants and shops, and then, with a little concern for our "American" sensitivity, warned us that the beach was mostly topless, more so even than the more touristy beaches. There was even a fully nude beach a few kilometers west of the town. Jeannie just smiled, because she knows I am an incorrigible breast man.

Not that Jeannie intended to participate. In the breast department, she was very well endowed, but believed she was too large to go topless. In fact, despite my pained protestations, she consistently maintains that the only reason I married her was because of her large mammaries. In fact, while fascinated by breasts, I don't focus just on size. I like all sizes and shapes, glorying in the wonderful variety that God has blessed us with. I doubt that I could ever get my hands on enough different ones to satisfy my obsession, though, being happily married, I don't get my hands on any except Jeannie's. Jeannie is confident enough of our relationship to happily point out particularly nice examples for me. She also uses hers to maximum advantage to keep me in thrall to her. I love and enjoy her so much.

"C'mon lazy bones! Breakfast is waiting!" Jeannie called out as she emerged. She was nude and drying her black, shoulder-blade length hair. Her eyes are also dark, and her neatly trimmed bush is deep black, and all of her skin in between and around is very light, almost white. The contrast, plus her oval face, lends her an exotic Mediterranean look. Her breasts are heavy enough to hang, but have not "fallen", and swell in a very nice pillow shape. Her large areoles are nicely centered and the tall nipples in the center point almost straight forward. When she lies on her back, they flow to the side, of course, but still hold the nipples high and pointing up. When we are in a playful mood, she will have me fuck her breasts, and laughs happily at me as I try to maintain control.

At that thought she caught me leering at her and gave me one of her "Oh, really? Get going!" looks. With an exaggerated, heavy sigh, I rolled out of bed and headed for the bathroom.

Fifteen minutes later we were sitting down at a sidewalk cafe. The morning was bright and comfortable, a few puffy clouds drifting across the bright blue sky. It would be warm, later. The beach was on the other side of the street and was very wide, and it appeared that the shallow slope of the beach continued into the water as the small rollers started well out from the water line. At almost ten in the morning there were already people on the beach. A number of kids were happily running and splashing in the water. 

Jeannie was wearing her black bikini, with a colorful sarong around her waist and a wide hat. The bikini top had to be large enough to contain her, so the deep-V bottom was also no skimpy thong, but still sexy as hell. Did I mention, Jeannie has a beautiful ass? No? Shame on me.

An hour later, we strolled arm-in-arm down the wide sidewalk. Jeannie was window shopping the little shops and I was trying to window shop the ladies on the beach. I was straining to get a better look when I got a gentle elbow in the ribs. "According to Marta, there are a bunch of shops down this next street I will want to wander through. You go wander the beach and enjoy yourself. Just try not to drool too obviously." I mock glared at her. "I'll find you on this part of the beach or we'll meet back at the house." She continued. She was obviously intending to do some heavy shopping.

"Just leave us enough money to get home." I replied and kissed her on the forehead. She turned with a grin, and I watched her put some extra sway in her hips as she strolled away from me.

Then I turned and wandered out onto the sand, and started observing the multitude of breasts available, this time from a more reasonable distance. As one would expect, there was every sort, and very few were covered. There were small, cone shaped breasts tipped with hard nipples on the young girls running out of the water. There were slightly hollow, baby chewed breasts on some women chasing kids. There were breasts of every degree of plumpness from just barely rounded, to pert and high, to a nice handful swaying with every movement, to heavy globes pressing against the rib cage. Amongst the sunbathers there was everything from the tight breasts poised on top of the rib cage to the large breasts that flowed outward. They were all beautiful, and I was memorizing as many images as my poor brain could hold.

Then I saw her, and all the other images disappeared. She must have been fifty or so yards away, but she had stood up and was turning slowly, apparently looking for something. The sun was just enough behind her to give her a semi-silhouette that showed more than the full sun. What I thought I saw was a blond ponytail, large but high and firm breasts, thin waist, full hips, flat tummy, round ass, and long legs. She started walking toward the street and I set an angle to intercept her. I wasn't thinking, and I wasn't even aware of my surroundings.

She reached the street ahead of me, and crossed and headed into a small store. I wasn't far behind. In the windows were tourist type knick-knacks, so I decided to follow her in. My worst case scenario was that I was about to make a total, obnoxious, fool of myself, but if I could get a close look, I knew it would be worth it. 

As I casually wandered amongst the displays, I didn't see her at first. Then suddenly, I spotted her across a couple stacks of merchandise. I instinctively moved to the right and then down an aisle, and there she was, ten feet away in perfect profile. Her face was classically Nordic, her breasts, belly, ass, and legs, were everything that I had hoped for given what I had seen outside, I froze and just stared, memorizing every detail. As my eyes wandered back up her body, I suddenly realized that she had spotted me, and had a very amused look on her face. The clerk interrupted her with a question, and then went to fetch something, apparently. She slowly turned to face me directly, with a big smirk on her face. She even bent over a bit toward me, pretending to look at something on the counter. To inspect something else, she took a half step sideways, spreading her legs. Her bikini bottom was a bright blue thong and it left little to the imagination. She was still smirking when the clerk came back with a medium size bag for her, and she turned away to pay him.

I drifted back out the front door to get another look at her as she left, but she stopped in the doorway, caught my eye, and tossed her head in that universal way that means "Let's go, this way." I fell into stride beside her with my brain racing. My best-case scenario had never been this good. It never occurred to me that this might not end well, and I should run.

"I'm on 'Holiday'," she announced, "how about you?" The musical sound of her voice was as beautiful as it was unexpected. I could hear the quotes in the way she said 'Holiday', but had no idea what that meant.

It took a moment to get my vocal cords working. "Uh, yes! Yes, I'm on holiday too." We engaged in some inconsequential chit-chat about how long we had been here and what fun things we had found so far, and that covered a couple of blocks. Suddenly she turned into one of the many recessed doors along a vine-covered wall of such doors, and opened it with a key. As she stepped through, she looked back at me and asked "Coming?" I tried to ignore the double meaning as I had to consciously rip my foot from the concrete of the sidewalk to follow her in.

The room was clearly the sitting room of a suite. I could see a huge bed through open double doors. She put her bag away, bending over completely to show me her beautiful ass, I could see the string of the thong for its full length. My brain was on fire, and what had been a hopeful stirring in my pants roared to life.

She stood back up, and turned to me with a beautiful, innocent smile. "Well? You've wanted to touch them since you first saw me." As she spoke she pulled her shoulders back to make her meaning obvious and her breasts even higher and firmer. So I did - wild horses couldn't have stopped me. They were magnificent, firmer than anything I had ever imagined or dreamed of in my life. What I felt convinced me that they were not enhanced, but as I pressed and squeezed them, I was not sure how hard I could go.

"Does this hurt?" I asked as I pressed and squeezed one breast as hard as I dared.

Her eyes had been closed, and she seemed to partially open them reluctantly. "I'll let you know if you go too far, but not much more than that." I moved back to sit on the arm of the couch, pulling her with me, and settled back to work. One breast under my mouth, another massaged by hand, while the remaining hand wandering down her back, cupping and squeezing her full, round buttocks, stroking the tops of her thighs and back up her sides. She was quivering all over.

I was so focused, or obsessed, that the sound of the door opening didn't register until after her hand pushed me, causing me to fall back onto the couch. The back of the couch blocked the sight of me from the door, except for my legs dangling over the arm.

"Hi Francis!" she called out. "I'm ... on ... holiday!" She spoke with emphasis. 

After a breathless second, I heard a deep chuckle, and "Good. I'll be out front, if you want me."

As the door closed, I heard a muffled woman's voice, and for a second imagined that it was my Jeannie. That thought was swept from my mind as my partner in "holiday" threw herself on top of me. She had to shift up me a bit, and then planted a deep, tongue-lashing kiss on me. I lost myself again trying to keep up.

When she broke the kiss I realized her knees, and mine, were on the arm of the couch. That was fine for me, on my back, but bent her in an uncomfortable direction. There were a couple of giggly, confused moments as she untangled herself, ending up kneeling next to me. She offered me a breast, and I lifted myself to suck and nibble on it as I gently stroked her belly and ran my fingers just under the edge of her thong. She did me one better by rubbing a hand in a circular motion down my belly, inside my swim trunks, and finally wrapping her hand around my recovering erection. (Yes, I admit I am not sophisticated enough to not be affected by the interruption, but my recovery was doing just fine, thank you.) 

A moment later, I could feel her pulling on the drawstring of the trunks, then she was standing and pulled them off me. She seemed to like what she saw, and scooped my aching penis into her mouth and gave me several strong strokes before I had to stop her. "Oh! Wow! No! Stop!" The words were ripped from the back of my throat. She was giving me too much stimulation.

She stood back up, with an almost evil leer on her face. She was in control and knew it. She spread her legs a bit, and asked in her innocent voice "Is there anything else you would like to play with?"

There was nothing about her that I didn't want to play with. I swung my legs over the edge of the couch to sit facing her. My hands slid up the inside of her legs, meeting at the top of her thighs and then sliding up just under the edge of her thong. My hands slid outward under the thin elastic strap until I could pull it down. As I reached low toward her ankles, I had to lean into her, my face pressing into the clean-shaved skin just above her pussy. She lifted her feet out of the thong, one at a time, spreading her legs for me as she did so. 

I took my first long look at her pussy. The outer labia were already a bit swollen and pinker than the surrounding skin, but still together. The inner labia were distinctly swollen, deep pink, and projecting at least a half inch outside the outer labia. She slid her hands to her belly, and pulled her pussy open for me to see in its full glory, and glorious it was. I wet a fingertip and touched her just behind her vagina, and slid the fingertip forward. It dropped into her wetness for a moment, and then trailed forward again to circle her clitoris. I shrank the circle until I was essentially massaging the clitoris through its hood. This time it was her turn; she grabbed my hand and pushed it away.

I glanced up at her with a raised eyebrow, pushing one hip and pulling the other, gently, asking her to turn around. She was still smirking, and slowly rotated in front of me. When facing away, she slowly spread her legs and bent forward. The view, her now wet vagina, the scent of her musk, her beautiful, perfectly rounded ass cheeks, even the pink rosette of her anus, all left me breathless. I could not have conjured a more perfect woman if I had tried. Her breasts were now hanging pendulously, and I reached out to support each with a hand as I pressed my face into her sex. I was dizzy, out of control, mindless, and just glad that I had enough experience to do the right things to and for her.

I stabbed my tongue into her vagina as deeply as I could and swept it around, then pulled it out and pushed it down over her clit and between her labia, separating them. I continued sweeping my tongue up and down her slit, flicking her clit, probing her vagina, even sweeping up and around her anus a couple times. She pressed back against me as I attacked her sex and massaged her breasts in my hands. A small shudder went through her body, and then she slowly stood and turned to face me.

I cannot say that I am proud of my performance. I didn't explore, I didn't try to learn her responses, I didn't tease, I mindlessly had sex with her in a blind passion, a level of arousal that I don't think I had ever known before. In retrospect, that level of loss of control is scary, at the time I had no conscious choice.

She pushed me back gently and knelt between my spread legs. Half my cock disappeared into her mouth, the rest was surrounded by one of her hands. She gently stroked, sucked, and tongue-lashed me, destroying whatever was left of my conscious mind. When I lifted my hips off the couch, possibly moaning incoherently, and tremors started rippling my belly, she lifted her mouth off me but continued slowly and gently stroking me with her hand. It was a while before I recovered any semblance of awareness.

When I could again make eye contact with her, she rose up, and after a brief but complicated sequence was settling onto my lap, her legs wrapped behind me on the couch, as the full length of my manhood embedded in her soft, hot, wet, flesh, her breasts pressed against my chest, her arms around my neck, and was kissing me deeply. Electric shocks were coming from all over my body, everywhere we touched, leaving me breathless. She ground her sex against me in little circles while I slowly rocked my hips. I could feel my cock throbbing inside her as the walls of her vagina slid over it. I could feel it all, intensely. 

After some indeterminate amount of time, it occurred to me that I wanted a position where more movement was possible, where I could use my cock to try and rip her open, where I could punish her for the exquisite torture she was inflicting on me. I slid us to the edge of the couch so I could get my feet under us, lifted and turned, dropping her on her back on the couch. I lifted my head to look at her - she may have been smirking again - and pulled almost all the way out of her pussy. I held her eyes for a fraction of a second, then thrust with all the force I could muster. My hands were still under her shoulders, and I can still remember feeling her whole body bounce from the impact of my thrusts. Her eyes closed and her head rolled back. I continued pulling back as far as I could, then thrusting. I gradually increased the tempo, just pounding her without any real creativity. I suddenly realized that I was hearing a muffled scream and her whole body was convulsing under me. I looked, and her eyes were squeezed tightly shut, the back of a hand pressed against her mouth as her head and whole body tossed side to side and thrust up against me. She lifted me completely into the air. I reluctantly slowed my pounding.

After she recovered, she pressed a hand on my chest indicating I needed to get off. I did. She rolled onto her side, shifted some and ended up with her lower leg on the couch, her other leg in the air. I think she said something about loving my passion and wanting to take me even deeper. I straddled her leg, kneeling, entered her again with a few slow thrusts, and wrapped my arms around the leg she pressed against my chest. A few more adjustments, and I could feel the firmness of her cervix against the head of my cock when I thrust. Her eyes met mine, with a look of lust and challenge. "Ready when you are!" was all she said. I attacked her again.

As I thrust, I managed to remember to vary the depth and angle, and to occasionally just grind against her while buried as deep as I could go. This time, I did see her orgasm coming, and pushed her harder. She turned her face into the cushion as she screamed, but her body moved in every direction. I could watch her body convulse and spasm as her whole nervous system overloaded. I only slowed a little, and it took her a while to recover. 

By the time she looked up at me, I was getting close. My testicles were pulled up against my body almost painfully and I was fighting to maintain control. She smiled and whispered "Cum in me!" In a few seconds I was completely blind and out of control, thrusting as deep as I could as a convulsion splashed my seed against her cervix, then pulling out to thrust again for the next convulsion. I felt like this went on forever, but the convulsions did die, and I realized that she was back in another orgasm of her own. This time she was completely out of control, and her convulsions went on even longer than mine had.




On Holiday on the Spanish Riviera



The last of her contractions exhausted itself, and she collapsed, rolling more onto her back. I pressed forward to stay inside her, but was completely drained too, and what was left of my erection was quickly slipping away. Her eyes opened slowly, and a big smile spread slowly across her face. "Wow!" she said, while reaching up for me with her arms. I gently lowered her leg that I had been holding against my chest, and she tried to scoot sideways to be more on her back, expelling my limp manhood in the process. "Oh! I'm sorry..." She whispered as she pulled me down on top of her. After a few moments, she whispered in my ear "I love the feel of my lover's body on top of me." I didn't mind, either.

A few moments later, and I could feel her starting to stir under me, and I knew it was time to take my leave. I lifted up on both arms and looked into her eyes. "Thank you." I said simply.

"Um-m-m. Thank you, too!" she replied. I stood, and offered her a hand, but she shook her head. "I'll just relax here for a few more moments." Then she stretched; a long, beautiful, full body stretch. I let out a long sigh and went looking for my swim trunks and shoes. I was dressed quickly, and returned to give her one last gentle kiss, which she returned happily. She definitely seemed sexually satisfied, which did wonders to my ego, but it was time to go.

As I headed out, I felt really happy. I was again on top of the world. That came to a screeching halt as I recognized my Jeannie sitting on a bench across the street carrying on an animated conversation with a man. I froze. My world collapsed beneath me. I was on the edge of panic, my heart pounding, my conscience belatedly accusing me of compromising the best thing I had going in my life. Jeannie's back was basically to me, but the direction to our beach house would take me into her view, and I needed a shower to get the smell of sex off my body.

I went the other direction, fast, and then out onto the beach, as I could think of nothing else to do. Then I saw the Mediterranean in front of me and decided that a quick swim was in order. The warm water and time to calm down helped a lot, as well as providing a quick wash. I decided to work my way further down the beach so I would eventually approach Jeannie from the direction where she could see me coming. I watched her on the bench as I circled around.

Soon I was strolling up the sidewalk between the beach and street, shaking water out of my hair and one ear (a small wave caught me while watching her from the water). She saw me 'first,' and waved. I waved back, and picked up my pace toward her. After a quick goodbye to the man that had been sitting with her, she came bounding up to me. She was topless, and very excited, and talking a blue streak. I was speechless, for a couple reasons. However, I was unable to completely enjoy the beautiful view of my wife's breasts, now free and open to the world, while I was desperately trying to suppress my guilt.

She was talking about this man, Francis, from Great Britain, and how he had regaled her with stories and argued with her about politics and public morals, and had even persuaded her to "go native" and take off her top!

"I'll have to meet the gentleman, and thank him!" I responded, "I've been trying to talk you into that for years!" I got an elbow in the ribs, and she turned around to look for him. I started to panic as I realized she was looking back at the door I knew too well. "So what did you buy?" I asked, to change the subject quickly. She resumed our walk back to the beach house, and started regaling me with her shopping stories. She really enjoyed shopping, and I got the full story.

By the time she finished, we were back at the house, and she was pulling out the things she had bought to show me. I got out of my wet trunks. She ran out of things, and then noticed that I was standing there nude, giving her my complete attention. She got a look in her face and took my penis in her hand. "Oh! It's cold!" she laughed. "No playing till you warm up!" and went back to collect her acquisitions.

I saw her face slowly change, become quizzical. "You know," she said without looking at me, "when I came back to the beach, I thought I saw you going into a door. In fact, I met Francis coming out that same door." She looked up at me.

I am a terrible liar. I tried to shrug off her question, but I really had no alternative history to offer, and I knew I probably had a deer-in-the-headlights look on my face.

"That was you? What...?" I swallowed hard. "Wait. No... Were you with another woman?" Her voice was incredulous, but her eyes were hard. I figured I was dead. She knew the answer without my saying anything.

"Damn! And at the beginning of what was supposed to be a special and romantic week for just the two of us?" It was a rhetorical question. "And Francis! He was covering for you! And I though he was interested in me!"

There was a very uncomfortable moment. We both were on the edge of tears. "Well, say something!"

There was nothing I could say that would be right, I knew. All I could do was throw myself on the mercy of the court. The problem is that once I start my mouth going, I don't know when to turn it off.

"Yes, I admit I got stupid. She was as beautiful as you are, but in a different way, and my brains basically just fell out. She caught me staring, and liked it, and asked me to walk with her, and then to come in, and I... She kept talking about being on 'holiday,' like it meant there were no rules, and kept asking me if I were also on 'holiday,' and I couldn't say no. Francis actually walked in on us, and she told him that she was on 'holiday,' and he laughed and left! I'm sorry, I really am, and will do anything to make it up to you." I forcibly stopped talking.

"Yes, Francis talked to me about the European ideas of 'holiday'. That was part of what persuaded me to throw in my top." She glared daggers at me. "What's her name?"

"Uh, I never asked. It wasn't a relationship." I caught myself and shut up. 

She exploded. "Damn it! Damn it! Damn it!" She yelled as she pounded my chest with her fists. Then she collapsed against me sobbing. We were both crying. It is a terrible feeling to have hurt anyone this badly, much less your lover.

She finally pushed me away and turned to the window. "So now what?" She stood staring at or out the window, her arms crossed across her chest and shoulders pulled in protectively. I could hear her sobbing. "I'm trapped here. I don't know how to get home, and I'm stuck here with you for the rest of the week!" She continued staring out. Slowly, I sensed her shift from hurt to angry. "Damn you! I don't want to lose what we had, but I don't know if I can overlook this, or how to get out of this, or how to get things back in balance!" I stayed quiet. She subtly shifted from anger to resignation. As she thought, she sort of looked around blankly, like the answer to our predicament might be sitting around or hanging on the wall. Her hand played idly with the cords from the window blinds. My insides continued to knot up and cramp to the point where I thought I would be forced to double over.

Suddenly, she barked out a rather harsh laugh. "I'll be damned! Smooth Francis was so good; I didn't even notice that he was making a pass at me! Hell, he practically outright propositioned me!" I kept quiet, while the wheels in her head spun some more. Her eyes narrowed, and then she took in a long breath. "I was, or am, actually tempted. Especially now, with what you've done to me. He was very interesting and exciting." She gestured to indicate her bare breasts. "Obviously!"

Tears welled up in her eyes again. "I'll probably never understand how you can be so swept away that you forget about me, us, our marriage, our lives. We were both tempted by others, but it never occurred to me to actually chase that fantasy!" She wiped her eyes, and they were hard again when she looked up.

"OK, here's my price. We're going to find Francis and, if he was serious, I'm going to spend the night fucking his brains out and enjoying myself! Any problem with that?" One eyebrow went up in a challenge.

I shook my head no, and did everything I could to keep from grinning. For the first time in a while I thought I, and our love, might survive. I certainly had forfeited any right to object to her having a vacation tryst. She said nothing, just pulled the knots out of her swimsuit bottom, letting it fall away as she disappeared into the bathroom. I quickly heard the sound of a shower, and knew I was not invited this time. I could hear her sobbing, but at least there was hope. She emerged with a towel around her and, with a toss of her head, told me I needed a shower, too.

I made it fast, but thorough. I emerged, without a towel covering me, and dressed quickly. Jeannie was back in her black bikini, but with a different beach cover-up that would probably pass anywhere in town. Silently, we headed out and back down the beach boulevard. She picked out the door, but I realized it was the wrong one. "No, the bench you sat on was to the right as I came out." I said, quietly, "It has to be the next door." She looked over the situation, and moved to the next door. She took a deep breath and sounded the large, brass knocker on the door.

I could hear echoes, but as we waited, there was no response. She tried again, but to no avail. She was starting to look upset. I caught her hand.

"This is a hotel of sorts. The office is down there, I think, the door with the sign. We should be able to leave a note to contact them." I said.

"I don't like doing that except as a last resort. Damn! I never considered that they would be out! Stupid!"

"Easy!" I said, "Then how about we get something to eat. It's after lunch time and if we sit at that sidewalk cafe, we can keep an eye on the door while we figure out what comes next."

She gave me a dirty look. "God! Food! I can't even think about food right now, I'm still so upset. But I am thirsty."

We strolled over to the cafe, and I ordered two "Limon", a sparkling lemonade that was very popular, and very refreshing. I also ordered a croissant with cream cheese that she normally likes. We sat quietly watching the door that seemed to control our fate. After a while, she started nibbling on her half of the croissant, and eventually ordered a couple small plates of tapas.

When the tapas were gone, she stood up. "Well, we can't just sit her forever, hoping. Now what?"

"I have an idea. Trust me?" The last got me a dirty look, which was fine. The more often she got to make her point about what a schmuck I'd been, the sooner she might get over it. Or so I hoped. When I held out my hand, she took it. I checked for traffic on the road, and then quickly crossed to the sidewalk edging the beach. I took off my sandals, and she did the same.

"Do you really think we could find them out here?" she asked. The beach was moderately full and very large.

"Only one way to find out." I replied. We started out toward the middle of the beach, as I angled up to take us directly in front of their door. A couple of times, Jeannie would take a different angle to get a better view of a candidate, but came back. After about ten minutes, having covered a very small part of the beach, she was looking discouraged, but I had just spotted a blond ponytail that appeared to be with an older man. A few more steps and I was pretty sure I had found her.

"Blond ponytail, in the beach lounger, right there." I said, pointing, "Is that your - what was his name? Frank?"

"Francis. Let me see." She angled to the side to get a better view, moving more quickly the further she got. She stopped and waved to me to join her, grinning, and we approached them together. She was holding my hand very tightly. As we approached, the blond spotted me and gave me a slight smile of recognition while checking out Jeannie. Francis was reading a book.

"Francis?" Jeannie asked tentatively. He looked up and then quickly set the book aside as he tried to rise from the recliner.

"Jeannie!" he exclaimed, "I was afraid I wouldn't see you again! Please, join us! Jeannie, this is my very good friend, Sonja. Sonja, Jeannie, and ..."

"Charles." Jeannie supplied. She reached out and shook Sonja's hand, and then his. I followed suit, feeling a little awkward. 

"Let me get you some chairs so you can get comfortable!" Francis exclaimed. The kiosk that rented the chairs and umbrellas was a short walk away. 

"Wait!" started Jeannie, "Before we accept your offer, I have a serious question I need to ask you." He nodded, his face the picture of attentive curiosity. 

"When we met before, I now know that you were covering for my husband, who was inside with Sonja." Francis started to wave off the idea, but Jeannie continued. "I very much enjoyed you and was flattered by the delightful pass you made at me, but now I need to know: was the pass serious, or were you just covering?" I could see the tenseness in Jeanie's stance.

"My dear Jeannie," he replied, quite seriously, "I am always serious about matters of the heart. Now, if I only needed to cover for Charles and Sonja, it would have taken only a minute or so to distract you and let you leave. But, first, I found you beautiful and extremely sexually attractive. Next, I found you to be bright and articulate with a good sense of humor, and finally I found you to be completely charming. Then, and only then, did I attempt to determine if you might be interested in me."

"You're sure?" Jeannie persisted.

"Believe me, he's sure!" That came from Sonja, who was sitting there with a smirk.

I was surprised to see Jeannie actually blush slightly. "Then we accept your invitation. Charles, get us a couple of chairs, and I think we'll need another umbrella, too. I haven't built up any sun resistance, yet."

Sonja got up, waved Jeannie to the chair next to Francis, and came with me. I did need help carrying it all. By the time we finished setting everything up, Jeannie and Francis were laughing. Sonja and I took the chairs under the second umbrella.

Jeannie had gotten out of her street clothes, all the way to just the bikini bottom, matching Sonja. I stripped off my shirt and shorts, too, and sat down and surveyed the two beautiful women in our little circle and could not help but smile for the first time since I left Sonja, which seemed like forever ago. It was a smile of relief.

Jeannie and Francis were getting on well. Francis informed me that he had shifted his dinner reservations so we could all go to dinner together, but that they had had to move the reservation up to the early time of 7PM. As he talked, I noticed Jeannie let her hand fall on the top of his leg, and again noticed when one of his took up residence on Jeanie's leg. I was too distracted by what was going on with them hold a conversation with Sonja. I was, in other words, becoming a bit of a drag.

Sonja piped up. "I'm going for a swim, Care to join me?" I immediately agreed, and as we walked toward the water she slipped her hand into mine. By the time we reached the water, she was running and laughing, dragging me behind her. Her sexy beauty and child-like exuberance hooked me again, and I completely forgot about Jeannie and Francis, and focused on her.

We kept going out as the water got slowly deeper. She would splash me, and I her. She tried to trip me. We wrestled a bit. She never let go of my hand. When we were finally 50 meters or so out, the water was almost up to our shoulders and the children were all left behind, I pulled and spun her so my arms wound around her and pinned her back against my chest. My hands each found a breast, and I watched over her shoulder as I massaged them. She leaned back against me, not resisting at all. The water was just a shade cooler than tepid. She turned her face a bit and rubbed her cheek against mine. Time started standing still for me.

Panic set in suddenly. My hands stopped moving as I scanned the beach and found Jeannie and Francis. They were involved with each other, and not looking around. "If Jeannie is going to be with Francis tonight, where does that leave us? Right where we are now?" Sonja asked. I started to relax.

Suddenly, she pushed my hands aside, ducked and swam away from me. I could see into the water clearly, so after a stunned second, I was off after her. We played a simple two-person version of tag, and each tag got a little more intimate. I quickly found I could out swim her, so waited until I could tag her buttocks, breast, or belly with a firm, extended squeeze. She could maneuver better than I and quickly only tagged me on the front of my swimsuit. The grab-ass only got more blatant and the duration of each "tag" longer. I tried turning away from her so she couldn't easily reach her target, but she simply pulled on the back of my swimsuit, pulling me backward, and then thrust her other hand down the front of it. She gave me about thirty seconds of a wonderful hand job, then suddenly withdrew and started swimming away on her back. I dove after her, managing to just catch the top of her thong with my fingertips. I pulled her back and thrust my hand down her thong and wrapped her vulva with a full grip. I worked a finger down between her labia as I set up a circular motion in the flesh protecting her clit. A moment later I had to come up for air, so was off with her pursuing. A couple more exchanges like those and I caught her and pulled her against my chest with both our heads above water for a change. I masturbated her and she returned the compliment with a hand in between us. She was obviously enjoying it, right up to the second I relaxed my grip around her waist and she dove away from me. I grabbed for her, but instead caught the straps of her thong on each hip. Without even trying, she was suddenly nude and I had a major prize, though that brought the game to an abrupt halt.

"Give it back! The locals are very serious about full nudity, so let's not beg trouble!" She looked very stern and serious.

I grinned and tried to give her my most evil leer. "Seems to me I have a valuable prize here. What am I bid?" I asked as I held it out between us. She lunged, and I pulled it away like a child playing keep-away, taking advantage of the situation to grab a breast for a moment. Her face was still stern, but her eyes were laughing. As I held it behind me and just out of her reach, she suddenly grabbed my suit and yanked it down. The fact that I was standing with my legs spread a bit is the only thing that stopped it about half way down my thighs. I glanced down in time to see her hand flash in between my legs and grab my scrotum. Her face surfaced right below mine and she slowly slid up my chest until our noses were almost touching. She squeezed my balls.

"Han' it ovuh, an' no one gets hoit!" she declared in what might have been a very bad old movie gangster accent. I had to surrender. I brought my hand around, and she took the thong from me. Once she was convinced I wouldn't grab it away again, she let go of me. Instead of putting it back on, she wound the straps around one wrist in a way that it would not drift off. She then grabbed around my neck and boosted herself up and against me. Her legs were spread and she lowered herself until my erection pressed against her pussy and perineal floor. She closed her legs, wrapping my cock in warmth, and clung to me. 

"Isn't this better than fighting?" she asked.

"Fighting?" I replied. "I thought that was just your form of foreplay."

She snuggled her face into the crook of my neck, and started rocking her hips slowly. I held her and slowly turned; scanning the area to ensure no one was close enough to know what we were doing. After a few delightful moments, she tilted her head back and her hips forward. The suggestion was obvious, but I had to let go of her with one hand to help him find his place. I felt her heat flow over the head of my cock. She wrapped her legs around my back, and very slowly impaled herself. A final wiggle and I was fully seated.




On Holiday on the Spanish Riviera



She took a deep breath. "That's very nice. Let's just hold him like that for a moment?" I wasn't in any mood to object. She put her forehead back on my shoulder and gently rocked her body side to side, and time stood still again. An indefinite time later she started slowly rocking her hips fore and aft and I instinctively matched her movement. The sensations were new. Even though the water was almost tepid, it felt cold on my shaft as I slid out of her, and so warm again as I slid in. 

"The water's cold!" I muttered.

"Yea, a little like being fucked by a popsicle." She murmured back. That was an image I would have trouble getting rid of.

Another indefinite time later I could feel the pressure building in my balls and I started thrusting more strongly. She stopped her hips and lifted her head. After a quick nibble on my earlobe, she whispered in my ear: "Take a deep breath. Don't let this get away from you, just stay with me. I think we'll have plenty of opportunity later to shake the earth."

So I took a deep breath, and limited my movements. Then I took another deep breath, and another. It wasn't working and she knew it. She leaned back, hands entwined behind my neck, arms fully extended, looking at me with hooded eyes and a skewed smile on her face. "Well?"

I thought, and reluctantly decided to follow her lead. "I'll wait." I replied. She pushed away from me, drifting back for a moment, then doubling forward to put her thong back on. I re-tied my suit. 

She stood again and looked around. "It's about time to head back. Francis loves spontaneity as long as it doesn't interfere with dinner reservations." As she moved by she gave my cock one last squeeze. By the time we were on the sand, my erection was gone and we strolled along hand in hand. 

As we approached, Francis was expounding on something and Jeannie was laughing. Jeannie was on her side facing him, and each had a hand tucked between the other's thighs. When Jeannie saw us, she straightened out slowly and stretched her entire length. That brought a moment of silent admiration from both Francis and me.

"About time to head for dinner?" asked Sonja.

Francis looked at the very large watch on his wrist, and exclaimed "Oh, my, yes. We have just enough time to get dressed, especially since you are going to need a shower." He exclaimed to Sonja. To Jeannie, he asked if we would like to come back to his suite to dress, but she declined saying that we had everything we needed right here. 

"All right, then we meet on the sidewalk in about 15 minutes." Francis finished, pointing in the general direction of his suite. He and Sonja gathered up their things, and left us, walking hand-in-hand. The images jumbled in my head were delightful, but had an edge of dissonance to them.

"Well, I guess I take a shower over there in the sand." I laughed, pointing to the fixture next to the chair kiosk. Jeannie just smiled at me. After I had rinsed off, I made my way back just in time to see Jeannie stand, legs spread, and bend forward to get her swimsuit bra positioned. I never tire of watching her. I did have to wonder at my ability to switch contexts, and women, so easily. Is that a character defect?

When she stood up she tossed me a towel. "They left us one of theirs." She watched me dry off, then handed me my shorts. "Not sure what to do with that wet suit."

I knew. I sat on the recliner, with the towel spread over my lap, and worked the wet suit off and the shorts on. I jumped up with a quiet "Taa-Daaa!" She dropped her cover-up on her recliner, came over and put her arms around my neck. 

"We still OK?" she asked, looking into my eyes.

"You mean other than a raging guilt complex for causing this? More to the point, are you OK? Do you still want ... this?"

"Yes." The statement was simple and direct and hung there for a moment. "Once you left with Sonja, Francis got me to open up about what was going on for us, and how I felt. He really drew me out, like a close friend. I swear that he is the only man I've ever met that can think like a woman. So I cried a bit, and he cried with me. But he also explained a lot. Things like what would make a loving husband do what you did, how a man thinks, and the things that drive him which he doesn't even know about or understand, normally. Also, he talked about some of the corresponding things that drive a woman, and he was right on. Some things about the absolutely unnatural demands that our culture puts on us. He gave me a lot to think about, and we'll talk about them later."

"But what about you?" She asked finally. "Are you sure you are OK with me going through with this?"

"I have no right to object now..." I started.

"Not an answer." She cut me off.

I took a moment to compose my answer. "Jeannie, there is honestly nothing I want more than for you to be happy, and if possible, for us to be happy together. How I could lose all sense and forget that, just looking at Sonja, I can't explain. I can't explain why I continue enjoying Sonja so much when my conscience is telling me to run away as fast as I can. I honestly want you, not Sonja, in the rest of my life, and want you to do what is right for you. I will unhappily walk away from you if you want me to, or happily fuck Sonja tonight while you fuck Francis, as I gather that is their expectation. I will never question your choice. Keeping you in my life is the only thing that matters." There were tears in my eyes.

She pulled herself up to my face and gave me a very gentle, tender, loving kiss. "What Francis said makes sense, and I want us to be OK, so this will be our mutual fling. I'm granting you retroactive permission to have, and enjoy, your 'holiday' with Sonja, and I intend to enjoy mine with Francis. OK?"

"Yes, OK. Thank you." A couple tears spilled down my cheeks. She gave me a last squeeze and turned to put on her cover-up. I watched it slide down that body that I do love and cherish so much, and the day got a little darker, literally, as the sun coincidentally drifted behind a small cloud at just that instant. We gathered up the last of our things, and headed off, hand in hand, toward that infamous door. The dissonance was still there, which was making the evening even more exciting, but now I really wanted to know what Francis had said to her!

As we jogged across the street (Spanish drivers don't stop for pedestrians), they emerged. It was perfect timing. Sonja was wearing a simple, short, shift with a deep scoop neckline of loose folded material that absolutely invited exploration. Francis offered Jeannie his arm, and headed up the street relating some tale with lots of gesturing. I offered Sonja my arm, but I had no fascinating tales. I decided that the best way to compliment Sonja on her beauty was to be obvious, so I leaned over and tried to get a good look down her dress.

"Nothing has changed since you last saw them." She declared, but was smiling happily.

"You are beautiful enough to make even a priest forget his vows! I can't believe I am lucky enough to be spending my holiday with you."

"Hm-m," she looked thoughtful. "I hadn't thought of trying that. It might be fun."

I laughed. "Francis may have persuaded my Jeannie to forgive me, but I'm not sure even he could convince God."

"So, it's true. You and Jeannie hadn't agreed to a sexual 'holiday' before you met me?"

"No, it would never have occurred to either of us, much less that one of us would become so taken by someone else that we would completely forget ourselves. We Americans don't normally use the word that way."

She turned thoughtful again. "Yes, Francis realized what had happened and chastised me for not asking more questions, to make sure. Causing problems for others is strictly against his rules, and my intent." 

It was only a few blocks to the restaurant. We were seated quickly, as it was somewhat early, out on the patio with a beautiful view of the beach as the day came to a close. Francis and his many stories dominated the conversation, yet he was good at drawing each of us out. He was totally and casually in control. He described each of the local specialties on the menu, ordered the wine, and generally held court. He gently flattered both women, a skill I never acquired and wished I had, and Jeannie was glowing.

The dinner was excellent and unhurried. The sunset..., well the sun set. There were no clouds to catch color, so there was only a thin orange glow at the western horizon. The day stays warm here until much later at night when the breezes turn around and come from the water, so it didn't get chilly. Much of the warmth around the table, however, came from anticipation.

Somewhere around dessert, Jeannie asked Francis where he had met Sonja. "Why, I'm her mentor! You see, I started as an engineer, and had a couple new ideas that allowed me to build my own company and get ridiculously rich when I sold it. So, what to do? I had learned more about people and how to be successful than I had learned about engineering while building that company, so I decided to stay on as a guru emeritus and mentor young engineers with large ambitions."

"It turned out I was good at that. The young men I mentored did go on to build good careers, many on the fast track. Then one day, one of the rare women in engineering asked me to mentor her. I was an absolute failure, much to my shock. I had to go back and rethink the whole mentoring process. I had to start with the fact that it is all about power. Personal power. Positional power. For men, it is all rooted in the inherent power that comes from the constant competition between them."

"But women don't compete in the same way, they don't project that power that other men instinctively respect and are wary of. I realized that women who try to compete on that level will either fail miserably or surrender their souls and no longer truly be women! I had to ask myself, what was the inherent root of a woman's true power; the power that both makes them women yet allows them to control their lives, their environment, especially in a world dominated by men? A power that men will instinctively recognize." 

"Asked in that way," I interjected, "the answer is obvious."

"Exactly! But I had no idea how a woman should develop and use that power. I saw very few examples of women who had figured it out, either. It took a lot of work and study; I became obsessed with the question. I eventually figured out something that I could teach a woman, and it has worked to date. It requires first that the woman become completely comfortable with her sexuality. She has to recognize and feel the power that she controls. She has to be able to project that power and use it, comfortably, easily, and automatically, without being explicitly sexual. It is a power that men recognize instinctively. Then, and only then, can I teach her to use it in the broader, masculine-power dominated world!"

He sat back and let that sink in. Sonja was smirking, and broke the silence. "Of course, the only way he could think of to teach a woman about her sexual power was to take her on as a lover. A sacrifice for him, to be sure, but he is so dedicated!"

Francis gave her a sour look.

"To be fair," Sonja continued, "he does not allow his student to become dependent on him. He forces us out into the world instead of holding us to him."

"True." Francis picked up. "Sonja is the sixth woman I have mentored, and three have already reached their dreams, and the other two are well on their way."

Sonja laughed. "He doesn't mention that one of the three decided, after a year with him, that her goal was to become one of the best paid escorts in Paris!"

"And she succeeded, and attends most of the top parties in the city with all the rich and famous. Not my cup of tea, but not for me to judge, either. She has become quite well off, manages her wealth herself, and is strongly sought after for both her physical and mental abilities." Francis retorted.

Sonja continued. "Jeannie, I owe you an apology. I knew what would happen, and I did not ask the right questions to verify Charlie was free to accept my offer. I never want to hurt anyone, so I am very sorry."

Jeannie reached across the table to take Sonja's hand. "No, it's ... Yes, apology accepted. What you and Charlie did hurt a lot, but it also brought me to Francis, and I have learned a lot in a very short time about myself, about us. And ... I find to my shock that I am really enjoying this definition of 'holiday'. So, ... sincerely, thank you!" The two women grinned at each other.

I looked at Jeannie and asked "Now I really want to know what Francis told you that saved our marriage. Can you tell me later, or should I ask him myself?"

Jeannie thought a moment, and then gestured toward Francis. I looked at Francis, who tented his fingers in front of him in a true professorial picture. "Short version: Mostly it was about how evolution has shaped us, male and female, and our responses. I think Jeannie can handle the basics, but the specific issue of your behavior today comes down to the simple fact that when a man is confronted by an unexpected opportunity to breed, his brain, specifically the cerebral cortex, just shuts down. You become a fucking machine, pure and simple. No trade-offs, no consequences, no choices, no thought. You didn't think about Jeannie at that moment because your genes didn't want you to. Now, assuming Jeannie makes the consequences of your behavior sufficiently painful, then next time you will experience a moment of panic just as your cortex shuts down and you will flee. Probably, but the second time, you cannot hide behind these facts!"

"Got that?" Jeannie asked pointedly.

"Yes! Absolutely! Indubitably!" I shut up. Time to change the subject again.

Francis looked at his watch. "As lovely as this dinner has been, I am anticipating an even more delightful evening. There is just one issue to resolve first. I offer my suite for all of us, or would you two prefer that Jeanie and I use my suite and Sonja and Charles use yours?"

I looked at Jeannie. I really didn't care, and this evening was all Jeannie's, not mine. "No, I really don't want to be that separated from Charles." Jeannie responded slowly. A leer slowly spread across her face. "I'm not suggesting all four of us in one bed, but I want to know he is near. I want him to hear me cry out in my passion, and I want to hear him as he comes. And Sonja, are you ...?"

"I'm a screamer."

"Good! I want to hear you too. And maybe I want to peek once in a while to see what Charlie is up to. Is that O.K., Francis?"

"Of course!" replied Francis, "Though, I am a bit miffed that no one wants to hear me screaming or whatever! Shall we?" We all stood, and Jeannie and Francis swept out quickly holding hands. Sonja and I followed, also holding hands, but at a slower pace.

"Let's give them a few minutes alone to get through those awkward first moments." Sonja said quietly, and drifted in the direction of the beach. 

I slipped an arm around her, high on her rib cage, almost to her breast, and nuzzled her hair. "It has already been an unbelievable day, and I am having trouble believing that it is not over yet. Wow!"

She leaned back a bit and looked at me. "You're sure you're O.K.?"

"What could yet happen tomorrow scares the Hell out of me, but as long as Jeannie says we are good, I can't stop wanting you. You are the sexiest woman I have ever seen, and ..."

"Shush!" She nestled into my chest. "And the sex, it is enough?" 

"It is everything. Please do not feel insulted, but being with you is not about bonding, but just pure passionate mating. I want to be in you, feel you enclosing me, fill you with my seed. It sounds so small stated like that, but the reality of it engulfs my entire universe when I am near you."

I could feel her nod her head as it rubbed against my shoulder. "Good, that is what it is supposed to be when on holiday."

"I'm tempted to drag you back into the water and finish what we started earlier!" I chuckled.

"No, I don't want to get sand and sea water all over the couch. Let's go see how our partners are doing." We strolled slowly back to the suite with our arms around each other, two lovers on the beach in the warm evening.

Inside, the bedroom door was ajar, and I could hear Jeannie's cries and see her body jerk with each thrust that Francis was delivering. I watched. Sonja looked at me. "She is beautiful. You are a lucky man." 

"She is especially beautiful like this." I replied, just a touch sad that it was not me in there with Jeannie. 

Sonja turned to face me, unbuttoning my shirt, and I undid the tie on her shift. She slid my shirt off my shoulders, and I lifted her shift off over her head. I again stared at her magnificent breasts. She slid my shorts off, and I stepped out of them and my shoes. I slid her panties down and off. I brushed my lips softly against the soft skin of her shaved pubis, gently kissing her. 

After a moment she pulled me up, and looked deeply into my eyes. I could see the anticipation, the passion, and the arousal building there. I pressed my lips hard against her, my tongue deep in her mouth, in an aggressive act of surrender to her desires and wishes. I would do whatever she wanted for as long as she wanted it.

She went up on tip-toes to accept my kiss and give back. I felt her nails gently dragging down my sides and over my buttocks. She ground her pubic bone into my rapidly hardening erection. When she broke the kiss, she was already breathing hard. Her eyes darted around the room. With a toe, she straightened out the thick throw rug we were standing on and told me to lie down. She sat on my face, and her musk overwhelmed my senses. As I thrust my tongue into her sex, she leaned forward and took my cock into her mouth. 

As Francis had said, my cerebral cortex shut down. The animal part of my brain took total control. After a few moments of vigorous 69, I could feel contractions starting in Sonja's belly, and I shifted my hands to her waist. She let my cock flop back against my belly and leaned her forehead against its base. Her whole body shuddered, then bent in half and she screamed. "AH-H-H-H-H-H-H!" I glanced toward the bedroom, and could see Jeannie glancing back at us. I smiled into Sonja's sex as I moved my mouth in gentle circles to help her come down.

Sonja lifted and turned around to face me astride my hips. With her labia spread open, she gently caressed the length of my manhood with her inner sex. "What works best for you, when you want to last?" She asked. 

I held my hands up in protest and shook my head no. "Tonight is too far out of my experience to know. Take me as you wish, use me, and I will give back my best, but do NOT ask me to think!"

She smiled, her eyes twinkling happily, slipped the head of my cock into her opening, and settled deeply down on me. My eyes closed without realizing it, and I became my cock. My senses were engulfed by the heat, the softness, the wetness of her depths, and I just felt. She ground pubic bone on pubic bone, and I just felt. Her vagina gently clutched me and slid over me, and I just felt. Gentle lightning played over the length of my shaft, and I just felt. She lifted almost off me, the air cooling my shaft, and then let the heat descend again, and I just felt. I somehow knew sex would never again be exactly as it had been.

My hands found her pendulous breasts on their own. She was leaning forward over me, and I opened my eyes to see her stare drilling into me. Her blond hair was loose, falling around her face and creating a little tunnel between our faces, blocking out the rest of the world. In the meantime, her heat continued to slide up and down my being. I lifted my hips to give deeper penetration. My erection was so strong it hurt, but in a good way. I was suspended on the edge of eternity.




On Holiday on the Spanish Riviera



I gradually became aware of someone making a lot of noise, and even more gradually realized it was me, but I didn't care. I also slowly became aware of my entire body, starting with the tightening of my balls, tensing, coiling, preparing for an explosion. "Wait! No! Uh... I ..."

"I know. It's O.K. Me too." Sonja said softly. "Just go with it, your energy will carry me over. Let go and enjoy." Her hips must have been a blur, because her sex was beating a rapid pattern against me. Without thought or control, I heard my voice decrease in pitch and increase in volume. I felt my hands clench and press into the flesh of her breasts. On their own, my hips lifted and rotated further into her, as I tried to keep track of the fire stroking up and down my manhood. I rode that intensity like a surfer riding a forty foot Maverick wave, desperately hanging on. As the intensity crested, it wrapped around me like a wave forming a tube, giving me a small space within which to ride, in constant danger of collapse, until finally it did collapse, tumbling me in an explosion of sensation. Yes, I screamed out my sexual rage. Yes, I filled her again and again. Yes, I blacked out from the intensity.

When I finally again became aware, she was in the throes of an intense orgasm of her own. She had laid down on my chest, clinging to me fiercely, her legs pulled up along my sides. I kicked, rolling us over so that I could move and push her orgasm, push her into that beautiful, desperate, little death. I started thrusting rapidly, though I was still sensitive enough that ripples of protest radiated out from my center. Her fingernails dug into my back, a high, keening sound ripped from the back of her throat, her vagina walls milked my shaft, and her whole body twitched with contractions. I modulated my thrusts to keep her as high as I could. I felt her start to come down, and pushed her into another crest. Again, she started to come down, and again, I pushed her over the top.

This time, she pushed on my shoulders. "I need to breathe!" she gasped out. I slid my chest off to her left side, and our legs automatically rearranged themselves to allow me to continue thrusting into her. She gulped air. I slid one arm under her neck, and the other hand took up residence on her now exposed breast. The maverick wave had crested, and we rode the slowing outflow up the beach with slow, deep thrusts and light caresses over perspiration-wet skin. In the distance, I could hear another couple crying out their own passionate crest, and I smiled. We, or at least I, passed out.

A hand on my shoulder woke me. I looked up at my beautifully nude wife. "Time to go." I looked over at my equally beautifully nude lover, who smiled back with half lidded eyes. I rolled off and stood, giving Sonja a hand up. Sonja gave me a goodbye hug, then gave Jeannie one, and staggered off to her bed with Francis, stretching stiff muscles. I was stiff, too. The throw rug was not that soft. 

It took a moment to find my clothes, and then we were dressed and letting ourselves out. She slipped an arm around my waist, I one around her shoulders. Half way home, she turned into me and lifted to give me a deep, gentle, kiss. She looked into my eyes. "Wow!" was all she said. When we got into bed, she cuddled, but did not indicate she wanted sex, which is just as well as I was not sure I could have obliged her. We fell asleep without another word having being spoken.

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Bright light was again pushing its way around the edges of both the wood blinds and my closed eyelids. The memory of yesterday flooded through my brain, leaving me fearing what today might bring. On the other hand, someone was gently stroking my morning erection. I pried my eyes open. Jeannie's head was on my shoulder, and she was smiling, beaming, actually. She stroked me a couple more times. "Mornin,' lover! In case I didn't mention it recently, I love you very, very, much!" She continued stroking me, and I started relaxing into the sensations. "I am finding that I really am enjoying this exploration. I want to stay on holiday a bit longer, try some more new things. So, take me to the nude beach, after breakfast." It wasn't quite a request.

"Uh, O.K." I'm not at my best right after waking.

"Good!" Jeannie sat up, leaned in to give the tip of my cock a kiss, and then rolled out of bed. She disappeared into the bathroom for a moment. "C'mon, lover! The day is wasting." I rolled out of bed and took my turn in the bathroom. As I came out, she stopped me and pushed me gently back toward the shower. I turned on the water, set the temperature, and she slipped into the shower with me. She playfully soaped and scrubbed me, with particular attention to my genitals. I returned the favor. As we dried each other, she again gave special attention to my genitals, then took my penis in her hand, squeezing it and pulling it in ways that felt very good.

I laughed. "O.K., what's going on?" Jeannie giggled and, looking down, gave me a delightful two-handed stroking.

"Sonja told me a little secret, that if I want something from a guy, I can get much more stroking his manhood than just stroking his ego." She looked up into my eyes with a mischievous smirk.

I thought a second. "The first is just a very effective subset of the second. In any case, careful who you use that with!"

She released my cock and interlaced her fingers behind my neck. I was intensely aware of her nude body pressed against me. She looked serious. "Speaking of that, we need to re-do some of our marriage vows. Do you remember the threat I made just after our wedding?" I wasn't going to guess, so I gestured her to continue. "That if I ever caught you cheating on me, I would cut your balls off?"

"Oh, that. I must say, that was quite an inspiration just as we were climbing into our wedding bed!"

"Yea, I have always been a master of bad timing. In any case, we no longer practice strict monogamy, and like loss of virginity, that is not something that can be undone. So..."

I thought. "So, only by prior agreement? Like, on a vacation holiday?" I was on shifting sand, here.

"I thought I would just modify that threat. If I ever catch you fooling around without including me, or if you are lying to me, I will cut your balls ... no, I will cut your cock and balls off!"

I gave her a look of mock horror. "Sounds like that covers it to me." We grinned at each other. I became very aware of my erection pressing against her belly. I bent a bit, grabbed her buttocks and lifted her enough that the head of my cock pressed against her labia. "Would you?" I asked.

"Geeze, I have to do everything!" She said with mock annoyance. Without breaking eye contact, she shifted her hands to get a solid grip on my neck with one hand, and slipped the other one down between us. She grabbed my shaft, and rubbed the head up and down her slit, opening her labia. She stopped with the head at the opening of her vagina, and I lowered her down over me. I moved slowly as we held each other tightly. 

Her forehead was pressed against my neck as she whispered hoarsely: "The thing that actually saved you, saved us, well, actually two things. The fact that we were trapped here. I could not conceive of calling our friends and asking them to come get me because you had cheated on me! That created some space." She took a deep breath. "But most important, you didn't lie. It made all the difference; it allowed me to try to find a way out rather than flee. Thank you." I could never lie to her, even if I wanted to. I am incapable of lying about something this important. After a moment, she leaned back. I could see tear tracks on her face. "Take me to bed and make love to me, please."

I lifted her off my erection and set her down. She held my hand as we walked to the bed. "You know, Francis told me that the more often I want to make love with you, the happier we will both be."

I'd been telling her that for as long as I had known her.

She rolled onto the bed and held out her arms to me. As I lay down on her, she wrapped her legs around me, and I quickly re-entered her. I held myself up on my elbows so I could maintain eye contact. I could see love in her eyes, no more hurt, and a great weight lifted from me. I moved lovingly in her, slowly bringing her to a crest and then filling her. As she came down, I just held her. There were tears of relief on both our faces when we broke.

After slathering each other's nude body with sunscreen, we had breakfast at another restaurant across from the beach. Jeannie teased me, pointing out some delightful half-naked early beach goers and speculating about what we might do with them.

We called for a cab and headed for the nude beach. After we were in, Jeannie stripped down like she had been doing this all her life, and our swim suits went into a big bag she had over her shoulder. There were small, puffy clouds drifting over the blue Mediterranean, the beach was wide and smooth, and backed up by high dunes that separated the beach from civilization. It was a private beach, with a fence on the far side of the dunes, plus a gate-keeper to collect a fee, and a security guard to keep out sight-seers. At first, we just strolled the beach admiring the natural beauty, human and otherwise. We stopped for a while and watched an intense game of nude beach volleyball. Jeannie had several lewd and improbable comments on the game. I could sense a visceral response in Jennie to some of the men, something I had never noticed before. I mentioned it. "Hm-m-m. Hard not to, now." That was all she said. I was amused at the thought that I may have created a monster.

Eventually we found a spot, close to the dunes, that was a bit higher, giving us a good view of the beach, the people, and the activities. It was shielded by dunes to each side, so there was a minimal level of privacy. I rented and set up an umbrella and spread a large blanket on the sand. We went for a swim, Jennie's first of this trip. She was surprised at how warm the water was, being used to the cold Pacific Ocean. We splashed, chased, and hugged each other, all with a lot of grab-ass. Nude beaches are not supposed to be about sex, but apparently neither of us got that memo. When we finally exhausted each other, we held each other up as we staggered back to our blanket. We both collapsed, enjoying the feel of the sun on our skin. After a bit, Jeannie pulled lunch out of her big bag and I discovered that I was really hungry for more than just her. All this time, some people wandered by, checking us out. Mostly singles, but there were some couples. A few turned our heads as we checked them out in return.

After lunch, I spread sunscreen over Jennie again, taking my time and working it into all the exposed skin. When that was done, I continued caressing her, everywhere. Initially, when we were alone, I would roll a nipple or massage a breast, her belly, or her sex. I could feel her heat and her lubrication, so I knew I was having the same effect on her that I was having on myself. I took a break and gave her an extended foot massage.

We headed for another swim, wandering back and forth down the beach as we enjoyed the views. So many beautiful bodies. We stopped to chat with one couple along the way. They were about our age, but tall and athletic, and beautiful by any standard. He complimented Jennie on her beauty, and I returned the compliment to her, and I thought I felt a bit of sexual tension in the light conversation.

This time, our play in the water got a lot more explicit and we were both quite aroused. We kissed and hugged while manually stimulating each other. Jeannie looked around and then turned my back to the beach, interlocked her fingers behind my neck, and swung her legs around my hips. I didn't need an invitation, and guided my sword into her waiting sheath. "Oh, God" she moaned into my ear. "I'm beginning to think I'll never come down from this feeling!"

"Promises, promises!" I answered. Neither of us pushed it. We just enjoyed the wonderful feeling of being one, of sharing our bodies with each other. We rocked as one with the small waves washing back and forth around us. A large part of my attention was looking out for waves, and anyone close enough to be offended by our actions, etc., and so had no trouble with control. Eventually, Jeannie complained that she was turning into a prune, and we broke and headed back hand-in-hand. I was still aroused. "I want you. Want to head back?"

She stopped and looked around. "I want you, too. But I am really enjoying this. Can we wait?"

"Of course!" I laughed. "Waiting just increases the tension!"

I lay on my back on the blanket and stretched. Jeannie lay against my side, one leg across my groin and erection, one arm on my chest, her hand cupping my face. "Not helping!" I said after a few moments.

"Just increasing the tension." She teased. One of my arms was trapped between us, and I found that the fingers on that hand were positioned to rub across her pubic hair. "M-m-m-m." She said. A couple people wandered by, and as our heads were uphill, away from them, I was sure they were getting a good view of Jeannie's pussy. At least I saw no cameras or phones pointed at us. It was all very erotic, despite what the naturist propaganda said.

After a bit, I was having a little trouble containing my desire. "Uh,..." I started.

"I know." She replied. She propped herself up to look around. We were alone at the moment. She turned onto her side, facing away from me. "Spoon me." I did. I could feel my growing erection against her ass cheeks and the small of her back. So could she, as she rocked her hips against me. 

When the frustration again got to me, I started again: "Uh, ..."

"Shush." She looked around, found we were alone, and raised her top leg several inches. "Gimme!" I pulled back and slid my erection between her thighs. Her hand caught it, and pressed it up against her vulva, working it between her labia. She closed her legs to hold me in place, and we both set up a slow, small, rocking motion. This was certainly very intimate and very nice, but was still not solving the basic problem.

After several more minutes of this torture, my erection was throbbing. I tried again. "Uh, ..."

"Sh-h." Without even looking around, she pressed her fingers up against my erection. I pulled back slowly until I felt the head drop into her vaginal opening. She rotated her hips for alignment, forcing me in a little ways, then I pushed hard and quickly filled her canal.

Now it was my turn. "Oh, God! I needed that!" We both set up the familiar hip motion. I realized my hands we're each cupping a breast, and her hand was playing with her clitoris and the shaft of my cock and balls as I slid in and out of her.

We were both familiar with this entire sequence, other than my begging and the fact that we were now in public, as it happened occasionally when we were sleeping. I would spoon her in the middle of the night. Erections got in the way of the spooning cuddle, she said, and so she would tuck my erection out of the way in her pussy. Worked for me.

A passing man noticed what was happening, and stopped to watch, then another, and another. I started to worry about the security guard I had seen wandering the beach, who might be attracted to a crowd. I noticed the watchers seemed to look around regularly, and decided that if they all disappeared, it would be time to stop.

"I need more!" Jennie whispered hoarsely.

"We have an audience." I replied.

"I know and don't care!" She rotated more to her back, and lifted her top leg up and over so it was resting on my waist. This gave me more freedom to move, and our crowd, now up to five, much more to see.

I started thrusting harder and massaging a breast. This brought a murmur of appreciation from the crowd, and a smile to Jennie's face. "You're enjoying being watched, aren't you!" I whispered in her ear.

"More than you'll ever know or understand." She rotated a little farther and started meeting my thrusts with thrusts of her own. I glanced again at the crowd, and noticed the young couple we had spoken to had joined the group. Not only joined, but had pushed to the front where they could gently masturbate each other without the rest of the crowd being the wiser. I told Jeannie to look. She had to lift her shoulders to do so, and then she moaned in response as her vagina gripped my cock. Jennie patted the blanket next to her and jerked her head to invite the couple to join us. They held a quick conversation that I did not catch, then stepped forward to join us, grinning broadly.

Jennie shifted to make room, spooning again but with her top leg still raised to expose our coupling. I was still worried about the guard. The couple lay down in a mirror image position. He entered her, and then matched our thrusts. We lay there facing each other, watching each other make love. I could feel how the tension in Jennie had jumped, and I was feeling it too.

Jennie's hand gripped my arm hard, and I just had time to brace and push into her as she convulsed in a quick, hard orgasm. The other couple's eyes were wide and smiling. I glanced at the crowd, and they were gone. I stage whispered "Security!" and both couples broke and assumed benign, if crowded, positions on the blanket. The security guard was an older man, and he had a knowing smile as he waved to us in passing. 

As soon as he was gone, the two women looked at each other, and as if on signal, straddled their partners. Jennie rode me hard and I was having trouble remembering my name. I felt better without the crowd, but all four of us were watching each other with very intense results. The other woman crested, muffling her cries, and Jennie followed right behind her. I was close to losing control, and noted that the other man was holding his partners hips to slow her down. That seemed like a good idea, so I did the same.

I could see laughter in Jennie's eyes. She was enjoying herself. She cocked her head toward the other couple and made some twisting gestures with her fingers, apparently asking if I wanted to exchange partners. I grinned. "Ask them." I said. Jennie seemed to have forgotten how to talk, as she caught the other woman's eye, pointed one index finger at herself and the other at the other woman, then moved the fingers to indicate a swap. There was a brief flurry of conversation between the other couple in a language I did not recognize (I found out later that it was Catalan.) Then the other woman stood with a big wide grin and moved toward me. Jennie rolled off me and up against the other man, on her back. As the other woman settled astride me, taking me into her, the other man rolled up onto Jennie and thrust into her. Jennie's eyes met mine and I blew her a kiss. Her eyes drifted closed as her pussy got pounded by a very athletic young man. 

My partner ground herself deeply against my pubic bone, and I started thrusting against her. I was rewarded with muffled cries with each thrust. After a couple moments I tried to roll us over, but she stopped me and lifted off. I moved out of the way and she dropped to her hands and knees, using one hand to spread her ass cheeks. I settled behind her and entered her doggy style, then settled into a comfortable pattern of thrusts. Focusing on her helped me maintain control. She arched her back and lay her head on both of her arms, looking toward her own lover, so I leaned over her and reached under to play with her clit. She was quickly lost in the sensations. 

I glanced at Jennie. Her partner had turned her to her side and lifted one leg up to his shoulder as he knelt across her other leg. He was deep in her, thrusting athletically. I caught Jennie's eye and gave her a lecherous grin, which she returned as her eyes rolled up into her skull. I had a vision of someday soon making love while regaling each other with what this moment was like for each of us.




On Holiday on the Spanish Riviera



A glance behind us showed no crowd, just the back of the security guard, protecting us.

I turned back to my partner in time to watch her enter another orgasm. Only a muffled cry from closed lips, but a contorted face and hands desperately grabbing fistfuls of blanket. Her hips, however, were wild. I could only hold myself deep and let her move to create her own stimulation. Meanwhile, I kept a rapid motion on her clit. This continued in waves for what must have been over a minute. In the middle I heard Jennie's cry of surrender to her own lover, but I was too busy to look. My lover finally collapsed. I maintained a slow thrusting while running my hands up and down her back in a gentle massage as she breathed deeply, apparently collecting herself. A quick look told me that Jeannie was indeed coming down from an orgasm. I was surprised that I had not gone over yet. I certainly was fully aroused.

My lover twisted her head around to catch my eye. With a raised eyebrow, she reached back and tapped her anus with her index finger. Really? This would be a first for me, but I am not the type to deny a woman anything at a time like this. I wet a thumb with saliva and started gently massaging that pink rosette. It was much more relaxed than I expected. My thumb sunk in to the first knuckle and her sphincter gripped for a second before relaxing again. I worked my thumb in expanding circles. I realized entry would be no problem. She was now making protest noises, so I slowly withdrew my cock from her pussy and my thumb from her anus, and she relaxed. I circled her anus with the head of my cock and then pressed gently at the opening. She pressed back. The head popped in, and her sphincter gave it a good squeeze and relaxed. I started gentle, short, thrusts, but she was having none of it, and using her arms for leverage, pushed back hard. Her buttocks slapped into my belly. She groaned.

I glanced at Jennie, but she was busy building to another orgasm.

I started thrusting full length, listening to the slap of my belly against her, and then to the moan of pleasure that escaped her. Her face relaxed into a look of bliss. Her hand, still on my hip, encouraged me to go faster, and when I did she moved her other hand to her own sex. I wouldn't have to take care of her clit, this time. Not knowing what I was doing, I kept a steady rhythm and a straight thrust, nothing fancy. I held her hips and used that leverage to thrust harder as her tension increased. I ran my hands up her back, and fingernails down her sides, and she shuddered. I tried mixing some short thrusts with long ones, but that didn't seem to matter to her, at least not anymore.

I took another glance at Jeannie. She was also on her knees, doggy style, but her eyes were wide with shock. A quick glance showed that he was playing a thumb over her anus, and going back door, if she accepted it, would be new for her, too. She looked at me with a little bit of panic in her eyes, and I shrugged. Then I mouthed 'Up to you.' She signaled for him to lean forward and a conversation started that I could not make out.

Back to my partner, her face was starting to contort and I grabbed her hips again. The hand under her face grabbed a fistful of blanket while her other hand stimulated her sex faster. I went back to hard, fast, full-length thrusts and was rewarded with a shrill "Si! Si!" I stole a quick glance back to Jennie, who was now face down as her lover probed her anus. 

Shudders started in my lover's body, and they slowly increased until she was shaking like a leaf. A long continuous groan escaped her lips, ending only when she ran out of air. She was not breathing. She suddenly lunged, every muscle in her contracting. Only by holding her hips was I able to stay with her. She ended up flat on her belly with me on top, still thrusting down into her body. She continued to thrash for a bit, then the shaking started to subside. I started slowing. 

Suddenly, the tension in her body completely collapsed. She was limp, and I was not sure if she was even conscious. I stayed in her, for the moment, kissing the back of her neck. I lifted my body off her, and looked over at her partner. I had to wave a hand to catch his attention. He glanced, then gave me a grin and a thumbs up and returned his attention to Jeannie. I carefully pulled out, still not having ejaculated, and cuddled her.

I watched Jeannie. I could see on her face that she was very aroused, but also trying to relax into what was happening to her. Her lover's thrusts were long and fast, as mine had been only moments before. He was having some trouble controlling himself. Jeannie started pushing back against each of his thrusts. One of her hands moved down to massage her sex. Her breathing got deeper and louder. He cried out, and thrust hard and held. I watched his body contract as he grunted. Another thrust, hold and grunt. About the fourth time he did that, Jeannie had a hard orgasm. He had better leverage on her than I had had, and when her legs tried to straighten out, he held her against his hips while her head and shoulders arched up, cantilevered in midair. Both were done seconds later, and he lowered her to the blanket, pulling out as he did so, then lay next to her. He stroked her hips and belly. She stroked his face, and leaned forward to kiss him.

I stroked my lover as her partner had stroked Jeannie, and she stirred. In a moment, she lifted her head, actually focused on me and smiled. "Very good!" I kissed her and she kissed me back. Her partner rose, stepped over, touched her face. She held out her arms to him and he boosted her up. They leaned on each other as he gave a tiny bow and said with a wave of his free arm, "Thank you both for a wonderful afternoon."

I nodded, and replied "Our pleasure, I assure you." Jeannie was still catching her breath. We all nodded and grinned, and they started back to their stuff. As they passed the security guard, the guard glanced back to make sure all was calm, and then headed back toward the entry gate.

I rolled over to lay against Jennie. I held her for a moment. When I opened my mouth to speak, she jumped in: "Please, no questions. It will take a while to sort this one out!"

"Me too. I know exactly what you mean." 

"You mean that you, too ..."

"She asked for back door before he did!"

"And you ...?"

"Of course. What an afternoon! I'm starting to wonder how we can top this tomorrow!" That got a groan.

"Just hold me for a while, O.K.?"

She snuggled against me spoon style. I wrapped my arms around her, and we drifted for a time. One more dip in the Mediterranean, and a quick rinse-off shower wrapped up the day. The sun was getting ready to set when I called for a cab, and we put on our clothes, collected our things, and wandered back toward the gate. As we went through, I tipped the security guard with the largest bill I had on me.

Back at the house, another shower together. Over dinner, we had our first chance to talk about what was happening to us, starting with Jeannie's attempt to explain Francis's theories of sex and life. My conclusion was that it made a lot of sense in an idealistic way. Given human irrationality, there were still a lot of things that could go wrong.

As we discussed the details of our shared adventure, we laughed, blushed, and giggled a lot. The conversation sort of focused on feelings, which put me at a slight disadvantage. We both were happy, if shocked and astounded, with what had happened. Both of us had a lot of questions for each other, and the openness and answers helped cement the bond between us.

Over dessert, I asked Jennie what all the hand-signals were about with the other couple today. "Oh, yea. Well, I knew what I wanted to say, but I just couldn't say it." She took a deep breath. 

"Yesterday, I discovered that pushing outside my comfort zone could be very empowering and, well, fun. So, I decided that since we had the chance, I should push a little farther. Yesterday, my top, today, my bottom too! Wow! So exciting! When I took off my suit at the beach this morning, I knew we would make love in the water and on the beach. Wow, that was really pushing out there, for me! I couldn't wait. But that was all I expected.

"Then things got completely out of control. When I saw all those guys watching us make love, I was suddenly so far past my comfort zone that I teetered on the edge of 'This isn't me, I don't do things like this!' But it was so hot I couldn't stop. Something in me needed them to watch me. I was staring into a deep, dark, rabbit hole that I did not even know existed."

Her voice got husky. "Then you told me to look again and when I saw the couple watching - I thought they were the sexiest couple on the beach and already had fantasies about playing with them - that pushed me completely over the edge and down I went. Not only were they watching, but they were playing with each other, which made me even hotter. I wanted them to join us so badly I thought my head would explode. But when I opened my mouth, nothing would come out! The contradiction between what I wanted to ask, and what I thought was OK, just locked up my brain!" 

Jeannie was becoming both agitated and aroused. Her hands disappeared beneath the table, one stroking my thigh. When she resumed, her voice was flat and her eyes focused far away, watching the events again.

"They lay opposite us and ... and mimicked us. I would feel you push into me and watch him push into her. He would play with her nipple or clit and you would play with mine. I was watching us in a mirror, but with different bodies. My mind couldn't handle all I was doing, much less wanting. And, now that we had broken the monogamy rule, I wanted, desperately wanted, him to fuck me, to feel him in me and to know what was different about him. Also, just as desperately, I wanted to watch you fuck her, to see you take her and make her your own. I've never, ever, wanted anything like this before, but I've never, ever, wanted anything so badly. I knew what I wanted to say, to ask, but I couldn't even form the words. Then I got what I wanted and much more. I'm going to be replaying that scene for a long time to come! Wow!"

She fell silent, and by mutual, if silent, agreement we were suspending any discussion of anal sex. I got the impression that it might be a while before we resolved that one. 

"Only one thing I didn't get." She continued. "I was so busy with him that I didn't get to watch you with her as much as I wanted to." She sat back, smirking. "One of these days I'm going to bring home a really hot babe for you to fuck while I just watch." That sent a surge of heat through my brain while images of possibilities tumbled over each other.

As we wandered back to the beach house, Jeannie stopped, and stood looking into my eyes with her arms around my neck. After a moment, she said quietly and seriously. "Thank you for being there, for allowing all this to happen, for letting me explore forbidden places. I love you so much." Then she asked if there was anything missing from my day. I chuckled.

"Well, I made love to you in the ocean, to you again on the beach, to our friend on the beach, and to our friend anally on the beach, and never came! I guess I was just too distracted by the newness of everything. So, I have some sore balls, and a large load for you whenever you would like it."

"Poor boy!" Jeannie teased. "Only one orgasm today? Nothing since morning?"

"And you had how many?"

"Lost count a long time ago! We'll see what we can do."

Back at the beach house, she gave me a long kiss, stripped me naked and pushed me back onto the bed. She did a little strip tease, then climbed up next to me. Clearly, she wanted to do for me. She started giving me a wonderful, wet, sloppy, blow job. I went through seven stages of ecstasy as she played me like a musical instrument. When I was finally so hard it hurt, and really needed release, she pulled her mouth off me.

"Pussy or mouth?" She asked.

"Pussy."

"Top or bottom?"

"Uh, top. I'm going to rip you open and then explode inside you! You think your butt is sore now..."

"You wish!"

She contorted as she moved into a lying down position next to me and stretched (she knows full well the effect that has on me). As I rose into a kneeling position, she lifted her knees and spread them to either side of me. I stroked myself a few times just absorbing, again, her beauty, including the orchid-like beauty of her swollen and spread pussy. I leaned down to kiss her sex.

"Uh-uh, lover. She's all ready for anything you've got, and then she'll suck you dry and spit you out!"

My turn. "You wish!" I french-kissed her sex anyway.

I lifted and fell forward, catching myself with my arms just before my chest would hit her. She didn't even flinch. I slid my hands under her shoulders, and I pressed my cock against her pussy. I lifted a little, so she could reach in and guide him to his place, and then I thrust hard. She arched and twisted in response: "Oh! That feels so good!" I just grunted as my brain had already shut down. I unleashed a primitive barrage of hard thrusts while my hands held her shoulders and I attempted to drive myself deeper and deeper into her. She helped by lifting her knees to get exactly the right angle of penetration. Her body continued to writhe under me. I knew I would not last long, but that was not important tonight. Tonight I could just focus on filling her.

In moments, I felt the pressure building and redoubled my efforts to split her open. As I passed the point of inevitability, I thrust deep and ground my body into her sex. I held myself deep as the first and then the second ejaculation splashed against her insides. She screamed, and lifted me up with her hips. I started thrusting again as the ejaculations continued. Five, six, seven, they just didn't want to end.

But end they did. We both were drained. I rolled us over and lifted a leg up between hers to hold me inside her. We fell asleep.

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Bright light was again pushing its way around the edges of the wood blinds. I pulled a pillow over my face to shut it out. That didn't really work, as Jeannie was already stirring next to me. In a moment, I felt fingertips petting my flaccid cock, and I pushed the pillow aside. The room still smelled of sex, and her smile was brighter than the sunshine peeking in. I kissed her, long and soft, trying not to start something. I was still drained. We skipped the shower this morning. She pointed out my cum dried on the inside of her thigh and announced she was going to wear it proudly all day. 

Strolling arm in arm to our breakfast restaurant, she asked what we were going to do today. I thought for a moment.

"Well, I could ask around to see if there are any floating orgies in town."

"Charlie!" I got a hard jab in the ribs. 

"That's more like the wife I came here with." I replied, laughing. "Or I could spend the day trying to pick up a cute babe so you can watch."

"Let's save that for some other time, something for you to look forward to. I've had enough new experiences for the moment. How about a normal, traditional, PG rated vacation day?"

I laughed, "Sounds boringly wonderful!"

After breakfast, she wanted to do some more shopping, and I chose to go with her this time. But as I followed her around, I was busily fantasizing about how I might try to have sex with her on the Ave back to Madrid, and then again on the flight home. It was a new world.



On Holiday With Mother



Ibiza. Sun, sea and oh yes sex. A week away with another woman, all those manly hunks, what else could I ever want in life? Well for one thing, a friend and not my mother. 

So it's out with the tape measure and any dress or skirt under 20 inch's then it stays in the wardrobe, and need some new foot long knickers anyway. My mother can walk, but prefers to be pushed everywhere so it wont be a very enjoyable time for me, my one piece bathing costume will be the laughing stock on the beaches as even that will be pulled apart as showing to much flesh. 

Mother was good anyway, a few large G and T's in the bar had her mellowing although going to bed at 11 was a pain, if only my lap top was here and this place had a phone line. Oh well, sitting on the balcony watching the world come alive and then going to sleep was fun, roll on Saturday week and the plane home. 

Half way through the holiday, yes still seven long days to go we were having a meal at the only wheelchair friendly tavern on the island. It was full of us oldies at the time we went and the proprietors put on the old time music for us to 'enjoy'. After the meal the music often turned to an 'excuse-me' and being mainly full of spinsters and widows the guys seemed to have their pick. We were never considered by anybody however, but one guy I noticed that I could have taken a liking to was extremely particular in his choices. Being inquisitive had noticed he had only ever invited one lady for a dance and he cut the dance short probably he said something and the lady decided enough was enough. Was strange also that the more scarlet type woman were always going over to him and asking for his hand, but he would always refuse them as well. 

Was the last Wednesday of our holiday, and this man was here again, dressed so smart, a handsome 'prize' but always alone. I hadn't noticed him giving me any particular attention, but mother needed the loo and as soon as I helped her out there I came back and sat down knowing she could manage alone from there. 

Sitting back in my chair this man suddenly came over too me, I knew what he was going to say but with mother here I had to say no to his advances. He didn't say a word though, just pushed an envelope into my hand and left. Putting it quickly into my handbag by the time mother came back all was back to normal. 

Wednesday night ended like the nights previous, spending the evening on my balcony listening to the life going on below. Forgetting, I realised I had an envelope in my handbag from this man, all of a sudden I was in a panic to read it. 

Yum, not a bad word in it, but a three day account of his sighting's of me, on the beach, on my balcony and there at the tavern made me feel a little unnerving knowing I had this man watching my ever movement. I didn't show a sexual vibe off in all three situations, but this man had somehow suggested that I had in that every time I moved made his body stir. His long story was so erotic that I found myself in the quietness of the night exciting myself by this complete stranger’s letter, although it was still a little weird the amount of things he noticed. 

Never having wrote a story like that before I laid awake all night trying to compose something for him and ended up with a pile of screwed up paper in the wastepaper bin with nothing written for him. In desperation, wanting desperately to say something I shook as on the back of his story I wrote a big thank you. Then putting it back in the envelope and in my handbag, I might have been able to pass it to him if there were to be a next time that our paths crossed. 

Felt a little worried now, I was only out of our apartment for five minutes and I set eyes on this man, knowing he was looking at me I secretively took the message from my handbag and knowing he was looking I dropped it on to the pavement. Was a silly thing to do in a crowded place, but was fortunate that he got to the letter first, as my mother heard me give out a sigh of relief. 

Thursday evening at the tavern was the same as every night only it had been a very warm day so with a storm expected that night the atmosphere was very heavy and the cheap perfumes were disguising the aromas of the food being served. Expecting rain I had only a thin summer dress on, knowing this man was bound to be at the tavern also I must admit that getting ready took a lot longer that night. 

My mind was nowhere else either all evening, and our eyes kept meeting as mother was trying to hold a conversation with me. It was as if my eyes were sending a beam of light across to this man that evening as my mother seemed to follow my eyes and a stare from her had this poor guy quickly looking away in an uncomfortable manner. 

But mother had to have her pee during the course of the evening and the second I returned expectedly to my seat this man was there waiting for me. He handed me a thick envelope this time and was off before I had time to really thank him for the last one, hiding it before mother returned I was suddenly feeling unwell and told mother I wanted to go back to the apartment. 

Hurriedly I put her to bed and shut her bedroom door; the wind was beginning to get up with the patio doors wide open as I fumbled hastily in my handbag for this man’s letter. He was spending the night parked out on the beach below my apartment, the silly man, does he not know that the storm is coming. He wanted me to go out onto the balcony and read his story out there, something I wanted to do anyway, so that wasn't a problem. 

It was one of those nights, really warm and I could hear thunder miles away knowing it wouldn't be long before the rain would come to cool my body down from the intense heat. It was pitch black out on the beach, no moon, so was he there? I will never know I thought. 

Sorry to disappoint you who ever you are, but you might be out there, so am keeping my legs crossed and away from view this time while I read the letter. He wrote so nice, not a bad word in his story again even though wish I had decided to read it alone in my bed that night. He couldn't have known, but have been looking after my mother full time for ten years now have forgotten most of the things he had fantasised about in his story. It was lovely though, so decided I had to answer his queries if nothing else about me and give him the completed reply the next time I saw him. He had told me how lovely I was and the things he wanted to do to me. Well it was called cunnilingus in my day, and I was a bit old to worry about babies.

Felt in a mellow mood that night, a bottle of cold wine by my side and the wind now had began to blow cooler as well. I did answer his queries to the best of my knowledge that was, he will probably go looking for someone exciting afterwards anyway, but this was just a fun holiday thing wasn't it? 

Rain was falling and the night had turned chilly as I tried to answer his questions, was a bit forward with them as well, but knowing this had become a fantasy thing I really didn't care what I said. Lightening was all around by the time I had finished, and an extra large flash revealed some silly person waving at me I think (hope) on the beach. It was him, that silly man had parked himself outside our apartment and must have been drowning in the rain. 

This was fun all of a sudden, so quickly finished his letter off and gestured to him that I was going to throw it over the balcony. He quickly left the beach and was standing below me now, thinking of putting a brick in it wasn't very nice, but found a weighted carton of water that I included into a carrier bag and threw it over for him to catch.

He was out of sight for a few minutes as I anxiously awaited his return, no doubt laughing at the things I had written to him. After an anxious wait he appeared again and walked over to the beach once more. I was watching as he walked around it, then I was suddenly aware he was giving me his mobile number in the sand.. "Can’t talk! Mum will here." I mouthed to tell him in mime language; all he could see was me waving my head in a negative manner. Becoming frightened now as he walked back to below my balcony, he was again gesturing with his phone. I was looking down to him confused with my index finger in front of my lips trying to tell him that I needed to stay silent. 

I think he understood me as he walked away his head was bowed in a dejected manner, I hope I hadn't lost him I thought as his soaked torso disappeared onto the beach once more. With the lightning now lighting up his phone number I decided to see whether I could text him.

"Be quiet.. MUM!!" I wrote and sent it.

Couldn't see what he was doing, but was anxiously waiting to hear my mobile tell me I have received a text message.

Sure enough, a bleep and it lit up and he wanted me to go down on the beach with him.

"Silly!! No." I replied. 

Another bleep a while later and he asked again, saying he was gong to sit there all night otherwise.

I was panicking now, wanted to go so much, just to say hello, the excitement was overpowering my imagination now as my fingers were shaking trying to spell 'NO' on my phone. So much so that 'no' became a series of nnnn's and instead of cancelling I sent it. He must have thought I suffered a stammer, or worse was as nervous as a young kid at Christmas. 

In a panic now that was taking over my senses, I went into mother’s bedroom, she was sleeping like a baby and knew she wasn't going to wake up so in my bare feet I took my handbag and crept out of the apartment. On the way down my body was trembling with fear or excitement as another text message arrived.

"Sorry I have upset you and you have gone, have a nice night." I wasn't gone, in a hurry now I was hurrying the lift up that seemed to take for ages and almost running was suddenly breathless crossing the road onto the beach. 

I felt silly now, what was I to do, no sign of this man, shall I put it down to yet another near miss in my life? It was still raining heavily and my thin summer dress was ruined as I sat on the wet sand my eyes were filling making the small type blurred while typing out a message on my phone. Still nervous though, I thought what am I doing typing a message, mothers ears are fine but even she couldn't hear me from where I was sitting. So sending a half a composed message I phoned his number. He was still out in the rain as he answered and I could hear him shouting down the phone. It took me a while to think of something to say, as this man still kept asking whether there was anybody at the other end.

"Am on the beech." I somehow whispered to him and ended the phone call. 

It was a lifetime waiting to see whether he was going to come to find me. The weather had turned a lot cooler now as my dress was clinging to my body and the wind blowing my wet hair across my face as finally I heard someone shouting to me. We hadn't even exchanged names as this complete stranger sat down beside me on this dark, wet deserted beach. 

"You give up quickly." I quipped, as his breathing was heavy as if he had been running.

"Well I thought you were annoyed with me and I didn't want to outstay my welcome, it's Mark by the way." Laughing.

I said, "Pat." 

Mark made me feel lovely as we talked, for the first time since, well I can't remember I was laughing and at ease with a man who for once seemed to be a genuine light hearted chap that seemed to know exactly how to make me feel at ease. Our conversation carried on throughout the night; we were laughing and crying, as our tragic lives were laid bare to each other. 

Wishing time would stand still for ever, the rain had eased up and in the distance we could see the light of the next day rising from the sea. Looking at my watch in the light I could see it was time mother would be stirring and told Mark that I needed to get back to her otherwise I would have a lot of explaining to do. The perfect gent that Mark proved to be continued as he lifted me from the wet sand and his strong arm wrapped around my body to protect me as we walked over to my apartment. My dress was a wreck, soaked and weighing heavily of all the sand it had collected, there was no way I could show that to mother. So suggested he come up to my apartment and wait at the door for me. No plans to meet were arranged in the lift to my apartment, think we both knew it was going to happen as my feet left wet prints along the marble flooring as we both tiptoed to my door. Again putting my finger to my lips telling Mark to wait a while I quietly opened the door. Mother was still asleep as I unzipped my dress and shaking it down my body, shaped it into a wet ball of cloth opened the door and passed the dress to Mark, gesturing him to throw it away somewhere. 

I was naked, apart from a wet pair of panties and I didn't want to leave Mark without at least a small kiss, so not caring opened the door wider and hugged him close as our lips met for the first time. We were like a pair of magnets and I had to push him off me as I was wondering what would have happened if we had done that three hours earlier. 

The warm shower felt so nice as it washed the sand from me, reflecting on my night with Mark I laid under that shower for ages with him deeply in my mind wondering how, if.. 

Even mother was in a good mood and she had no chance of wiping my beaming smile of my face either. Suddenly I wanted to be out of that apartment, having no sleep the night before didn't matter as pushing my mother along the promenade; my mind was reminiscing about last night still. Clutching at straws and needing to just lay eyes on Mark I asked mother whether she would like a pot of tea at the tavern we were in last night, hoping Mark may have had the same idea and been in there. 

He wasn't, I just knew my luck couldn't be that good so ordered a pot of tea and not really listening to mother as she rambled on about what a lovely holiday we were experiencing. Then my heart stopped and feelings I hadn't experienced overcome me as I sat facing the entrance and Mark walked through the door. All of a sudden mothers ramblings were unheard by me as Mark and I stared at each other as he went to order a drink at the bar. I made a feeble excuse that I needed something at the bar to my mother and as Mark stood there I went and stood next to him. Not turning his head he looked straight ahead and told me that he couldn't tie his shoe laces this morning because I was uttermost in his mind. I tried to tell him also that I couldn't get him from my mind and was so bold I blotted out that I needed him.

"Tonight, on the beach Pat." He whispered as the bartender looked on now waiting to serve us. Didn't know what came over me, but agreeing on that I walked away, but left him with the barman open-mouthed by saying that I wanted him now. 

Sitting back with mother my mind was everywhere; excitement was building up as I was thinking of ways to be alone with Mark. Mother was talking to me but my mind wasn't with her, suddenly she shouted "Pat!" And quickly coming back to reality she asked me what was wrong.

"Nothing mother, why?" I asked in an innocent sort of way.

"Because for the last five minutes I have been telling you to push me to the toilet and you haven't answered me once." She snapped.

"Sorry mother was thinking about Darren, my son and hoped he was coping with things while we were here enjoying ourselves." I said knowing she knew I was talking gibberish. 

Pushing mother to the disabled toilet had my sinister mind working overtime. The loos were all situated along a corridor that had a door connecting it to the main bar. To get to the disabled toilet we had to go past the other toilets and the disabled one was at the very end of the corridor. Usually I leave mother to sort herself out which she is well capable of doing, however this time I opened the door and went in with her. It was large, quiet and had a secure lock on it. My mind on only one thing now I left mother and went into the other loo and took a piece of hand towel out into the bar with me. 

Struggling to find my pen or pencil I grabbed my lipstick and scribbled 'Disabled toilet!!' TEXT ME. Before mother could get back I had walked over to Mark, we kissed and I gave him the piece of paper. Not letting me go we kissed again, the bar was almost empty, only the confused barman was working out in his fantasised mind what we were planning. But that kiss was so special and it made me feel like a naughty kid again knowing I was going to get one up on my mother. 

Bleep went my phone and a simple 'WHAT?' was on it. Had a few minutes and typed away with my nervous fingers and carried on till I saw the toilet door open. "Am going to the loo... follow me... Will be in the disabled one... love you... With that mother came back and I pushed send and doing so heard Mark's phone give him the message. 

Was in a real state now, what was I doing? Had almost told a stranger to come and take my body, in a loo, in front of mother! The excitement was really something else and mother really didn't exist now as I was preparing myself for what was to come. I tried to wait, but couldn't, my nerves were telling mother something was wrong. The perfect excuse was that I had eaten something bad and needed the loo, please don't make it obvious Mark I thought as I went up to the disabled toilet and waited. I had a new cotton dress on, can't remember where yesterdays ended up, but really I thought about taking it off and being naked in anticipation for when Mark finally arrived. 

That would have been the ultimate sacrifice and something I really wanted to do. I didn't of course, with my luck Mark would have had a heart attack and mother would have come to see where I was. 

He took an eternity to come, but finally the bolted door was pushed and a whisper from outside told me it was him. Didn't now what to expect, what was going to happen, just needed to be alone with him? I was unforgivable though, I attacked him, and we were locked together without words the moment he closed the door. Sex couldn't have happened so quickly. I was ready and it was just a matter of Mark to get his trousers down and we both fumbled at that as our lips never parted once as his erection was ready for me and we collapsed on the toilet floor and I willingly let him enter me. Had never wanted sex so badly in my life and in all honesty felt sorry afterwards for Mark. This was sex as I had never known it however and once inside me I was like an oversexed animal as it was the most intense feeling's I had ever experienced. Mark tried hard to control himself, but I wouldn't allow him as our love making heightened still further. Knowing my nails were digging deeply into Mark's flesh and my mouth was tightly gripping his neck, my feet were intertwined tightly around his legs, his rhythm was sending powerful shock waves throughout my body. With my muscles tightly holding Mark's manhood inside me he suddenly started to scream out my name as my intense orgasm was suddenly joined by Mark's. Every limb on my body was engulfing Mark as my sensitive nerve ends felt his erection twitching deep within me. A loud groan of delight from Mark was quickly followed by his warm seed deep within me another groan and I could feel his warm liquid being released again and each time he pushed deeper into me his juices were filling deeply into my inners. 

Suddenly Mark was a heavy heap on top of my body, both of us breathless and unwilling to talk. Mark's face, full of his perspiration searched out my lips as all of a sudden our lips were together, this time in love rather than the raw passion of moments earlier. 

With my legs open as far as they had ever been I could feel Mark's hardness relaxing inside me, the liquid he had so gratefully given me was now just wasting away as it was trickling down between my bum cheeks and on to the cold marble floor. 




On Holiday With Mother



Still breathless Mark started to tell me how good he felt and how wonderful that was, as I seemed to be in a different world, not wanting to answer him, just trying to savour those last moments alone. Still unable to talk I just wanted to be alone right now and the first words I muttered to Mark as I gripped his wrist in a loving gesture was to tell him I wanted to be alone for a while. Being the understanding person Mark turned out to be, he knelt between my open legs as I felt his placid love toy exit me as he stood up, adjusted his clothing and left. 

Still in a world of my own, I lay there with my legs open wide; our juices were still trickling from my body. I felt myself, my fingers exploring the tender folds of my body, it hadn't been just another dream as I put my wet fingers to my lips to taste Mark semen while thinking to myself that I only hoped I hadn't come across that easy to him, but knowing I did I really couldn't have cared less. 

I really could have laid there forever, my fingers gently toying with our juices. Time had stood still however as a rattle of the door told me someone needed to use the toilet. I was reluctant to finish, so getting a handful of tissue I inserted them into myself, gingerly getting up off the floor. Looking in the mirror trying to find a way of disguising the fact that I had just had the finest sex for don’t know how long, of my life. 

Luckily it was a stranger who was waiting at the door, being an older lady and looking me in the eyes she must have known what the pool of liquid was in the middle of the floor. Whether I was congratulated or told I was a whore, I don't know, but a beaming smile on my face told her that it had been lovely and I couldn't have cared less. 

I was glad that Mark had gone when I came back into the bar, mothers stare was enough, but rubbing my stomach and showing pain on my face had her believing that I had been suffering in the toilet. Deciding we should go home I somehow gathered up enough energy to push her to our door. Telling mother I felt poorly I went to my bedroom, collapsed on the bed and slept through dinner and didn't wake up until mother came in to check whether I was ok as she was going to bed. 

It was dark, it was hot, my eyes suddenly sprung open, where is Mark was the first sane thing my brain thought of. Instinct took me to the balcony and there he was, a big 'I love you' was written in the sand and a quick 'I luv u 2' was sent to his mobile. 

I was still full of Mark, although dying for a pee I needed to prove my love to him and the best way was to meet him as I was. Mother didn't exist anymore; I ran down onto the beach, he was showered, dressed and as clean as he always was to be.

Me! Still had the loo paper inside my dirty panties and I really couldn't have cared less that Mark was going to find the tissue in the very near future, or so I hoped. He must have understood my predicament, the thin cotton dress I had worn and laid down to except Mark in the disabled toilet that morning was creased and still wrapped around my body. We didn't talk however, there was no time for that as my arms were locked around Mark's neck and our kisses quickly became as passionate as they were earlier. Mark's hands were caressing my body, wasn't sure what he thought of me, but that was the furthest thing in my minds as our closeness was telling me the important part of his anatomy wanted me. 

With only the moonlight reflecting on the waves, the beach was pitch black, however if he could have seen my face blush when I opened myself for him only to realise he was holding a handful of tissue paper, even I was loss for words at that moment. Even more so as instead of discarding them I pulled them from his hand to treasure them like a prize as I opened my handbag and tucked them safely into it. Mark must have been puzzled, but trying to tell him my thoughts just then would have been impossible. 

I have never been able to swim, but the gentle rolling of the waves made me want to clean my body now. Leaving Mark for the first time I discarded my soiled panties and threw them into the sea and gingerly strolled in to the waves. I was up to my waist in the cooling water, Mark's torso was visible with the streetlights behind him as I knelt down and unbeknown to Mark started to wash my body in the clean salted water. Mark he had shed all his clothes and paddled out to where I was kneeling soon joined me. His manhood was suddenly very close to me and the pleasure he gave me earlier I so wanted to thank him for that. I had not given a man oral sex for, well as long as I care to remember, but Mark's erection was looking at me and looked so divine that I was able to reach out with my hand and guide him to me. 

He tasted so sweet and refreshing that I felt nice in being able to suck on him as I did. My torso was almost covered in the cool water as I greedily took Mark's erection as the memories I had quickly flooded back. I felt his hardness suddenly start to pulsate in my mouth and I would have gladly excepted him, but he withdrew himself immediately leaving my mouth open and eager for him. 

Lifting me to my feet we walked back to the waters edge, as I knew he was eager to get inside me again and I wasn't ashamed to tell him I wanted that also. With the waves lapping at us we laid by the waters edge, I was fully open and exposed as I felt his hardness probing into my eager libido. Am sure I exploded as soon as he was fully inside me, those feelings were so intense that the screams of passion I let out must have been heard from the passes by on the promenade. I didn't care of course and loved every second Mark was inside me. 

I could have drowned there, happily as well with the waves gradually getting closer to me. Each time my muscles contracted onto Mark's hardness caused a scream of delight from me, as the coldness of the water was stopping both of us to overheat, as Mark was inside me for which seemed like forever. With my whole body now shaking in excitement we were both rescued by a large wave that engulfed our bodies causing the most passionate time of my life to instantly change to one of hysteria. 

As we stood up I so much wanted him back inside me that we only made it a few steps up the beach, our clumsy behaviour had Mark suddenly tripping over his discarded clothing that were comically now wrapped around his ankles. This seemed far enough away from the waves as I lay down on top of him and hungrily searched for my opening with his erection in my hand. An intake of breath must have told Mark that I had found it as his hardness slide effortlessly into me. I lay astride him, my eager libido gripping onto Mark's erection as my arms rested either side of his face and sank into the sand as our lips crushed together. 

As we kissed and Mark's erection was nestled beautifully inside me I could feel his hands wandering down my body, soon I felt his hands on my cheeks and opening me wider he lifted my body up and down and soon we were resuming our love making. Each time he lowered my body onto his it seemed to push the air from my lungs as he increased the tempo until I was doing it alone. 

I could feel my orgasm rising from deep within me, my mouth had clamped onto his neck again and I knew I was marking him badly as selfishly now I rode him as fast as I could. Mark must have known I was at the height of my orgasm when I felt his body tense and seemed to rise off the sand and those same screams as before from him when again I felt him releasing his juices into me. I was in control and loving the feeling as groans from us both gradually subsided and were overtaken by breathless panting. 

I was still astride Mark, our lips were locked and I could feel him still deeply inside me. I knew I was being selfish, but that feeling was so nice I was worried that I may never feel it again. It was only the voices in the distance of people walking along the beech that made us panic as we rushed to dress properly. 

We didn't see anyone that night, as we lay on the cool sand hardly speaking, just reflecting on the last couple of days. The first moment of panic arose was Mark when he saw mother walking around in the apartment. Terror struck we panicked and quickly trying to tidy myself we ran off the beach and into the complex. My clothes were stained and wet, my hair knotted and my body and face had told mother that I had been having sex all evening. Leaving Mark out in the hallway he must have wondered what on earth was going on. No doubt hearing her screaming at me and calling me every name that existed. 

Couldn't have faced Mark anyway, and those last two days were ruined by a few words from a seventy-five year old mother. We were both glad when Saturday came and our bags were packed and waiting for the taxi to call. The man helped us load the luggage into his car as I was still quietly looking, wishing that Mark would raise his head, as half knowing I knew he was watching me somewhere. 

But no sign of him as we reached the cheque out. Mother needed the loo again so I pushed her over and waited outside. The phone rang, it was Mark. 

"What is your flight number?" I didn't know, shuffling through my handbag I quickly found it and told him the number. 

Silence, he had hung up, mother was coming towards me as I still had the phone at my ear. She knew it was him, but just raised her head in disgust. 

Still no signs as I busily looked around to just get that final glimpse of him, as out flight was called. I wheeled mother to a special boarding department and was alone while the stewards led her to the plane. As I was climbing the stairs my phone buzzed telling me I had a message. 

'Toilet, back of aircraft a.s.a.p.' And I will see you in Leeds...