4 comments/ 22269 views/ 1 favorites Runaway By: n_sue Her life has been difficult to say the least, and she only wants to live again. The darkness has consumed her for over two years and she is ready to look up at the sun again. Susan knows that it will take awhile to get herself together. Getting over the kind of pain she has suffered will not be an easy task. She thinks back over the last few weeks and realizes her major mistake. Trust, it came too easily and once again she felt pain. Daniel seemed like such a nice man. He was the perfect gentleman, always polite, and kind and caring. Also the perfect date, he picked her up on time, took her to a wonderful restaurant and enjoyed a lovely meal with her. On the first date. He did not press her for any physical contact and acted the part of gentleman very well. On the first date. Susan was thrilled at the aspect of having a man in her life again. There was another one that she longs to be with, but distance has a way of interfering with love, passion, romance and relationships. He is just so far away, and seems so out of reach. She met Eric at a mutual friends gathering. Kindness, strength, character and humor radiated from him. For the first time in a long time, Susan smiled and felt warmth. Gentle humor and genuine conversation ruled the evening she met Eric. The wine was good, the food was better and the company of friends was excellent. On the second date, Daniel took her to a nice little out of the way place, soft music, candlelight and a delicious dinner. The evening seemed perfect. On the way back to her apartment, Susan noticed that he seemed reserved and distant. She wasn't sure what had happened and was concerned. Reaching her apartment, he walked her in and asked to come inside for a few minutes. Susan felt safe with Daniel, so she let him come in with her. She laid her purse on a table and switched on the lights and stereo. She was nervous being alone with him like this, but not afraid. He was a gentle, kind man after all. On the first date, he was. Both of them sat on the sofa and she began talking, small talk, and nervous chatter. It had been a very long time since she had been alone with a man. Within moments he inched closer to her on the couch and Susan noticed his eyes were peculiar. They seemed dark and intense and the first shiver of apprehension started taking place in her mind. Continuing to speak, she moved slightly away from him, something was wrong, and her intuitive mind picked up a negative feeling from Daniel. Suddenly he was on her, hands pushing and pulling her. Susan was terrified, she shoved him and scratched him and pleaded with him to stop touching her. His hands were rough and cruel. Daniel slapped her, several times and she fought back with all the power she possessed. She wedged a leg between them and gaining leverage she kicked with all her strength and he fell to the floor. "Why are you doing this?" She asked while holding her throbbing cheek. "Get out, go now!" "I'm going, but you asked for this, remember that!" Daniel screamed as he went through the door. Tears were falling down her quickly bruising cheeks as Susan fell on the sofa. She could not understand what just happened. Her body felt abused and she ached all over from their struggles. What now, what I do, she thought to herself. Reaching for the phone she called her friend, Amy. "Amy will help me through this." Susan said to the empty room. A few hours later she looked at her reflection in her rear view mirror as she drove the last few miles to Amy's home. Susan saw the cuts, scrapes and bruises that would darken her face for days to come and wept. The cars headlights alerted Amy to her arrival and she went to her friend to help her from the car. "Dear Lord, what did he do to you?" Amy asked as she took Susan's hand and helped her to the house. Both women went inside Amy's home and Amy led Susan to a comfortable chair and gently pushed her into it. Susan felt the comfort surround her in the safety of her friend's presence and home. No fear was allowed here in this cozy room and she felt the tension start to ease from her worn out body. Her mind would not shut down however, and memories of the evening began seeping slowly back in. Hugging her arms around her body she began to sob, releasing the tears of terror from her soul. Amy fixed her friend a drink and they talked for hours until Susan was ready to sleep. Deep sorrow settled within Susan, but she felt more relaxed and ready to rest. Her friend led her to a nice little room and told her to make herself at home. She undressed and looked at her battered body in the mirror, the bruising was deeper. She saw scratches and scrapes on her face and dark blue circles around her eyes. Sighing she turned and folded herself into the warmth of the waiting bed. Susan rested as well as her sore muscles would allow, waking often from nightmares of the past hours. Crying out once in the night and longing to feel strong arms embrace her, she pictured Eric in her mind and the easy way they talked and laughed together. The two friends spent two days together with Amy listening and Susan resting as much as she could. She began to relax and the nightmares came less frequently, but she still felt battered and betrayed and wondered in her mind if she was at fault. Could she have given Daniel the impression that she wanted something she didn't? Early on the morning of her third day at Amy's home, Susan heard a light knock upon the bedroom door. Drowsily she raised her head and told her friend to come in. She looked up and Amy stood close by her. "Susan, you have a guest, a friend that would really like to see you, can I show him in?" "Oh Amy please, I have no friends here besides you, I just don't think I can talk to anyone right now. Please tell whoever it is to go away." Susan replied as she lay back upon the pillow and closed her eyes. As she drifted off to sleep, Susan heard muted voices coming from another room, and thought she recognized the voice speaking to her friend, but sleep claimed her. Dreams of a man that she knew she should remember haunted her but he kept slipping away. She slept for a few more hours, dreaming, listening and waiting. Susan felt a presence in her room, she knew she should open her eyes and see who was there. Opening dreamy eyes, she saw him standing beside her bed. He was holding a bouquet of the most beautiful wild daises she had ever seen; in the center surrounded by the colorful petals was a single yellow rose. Raising her eyes to his face, Susan said, "You are beautiful." Smiling gently at her, Eric replied, "You mean the flowers are beautiful." "No, I mean you." She told him as she rose to a sitting position in her bed. Eric handed her the flowers and she brought them to her nose to inhale the soft scent of the rose. Looking at his face over the petals, Susan asked, "Why, did you come here? Why this kindness for a woman you barely know?" "Our friend called me two days ago and explained what happened to you and I was almost out the door, when she said that you were all right physically and just needed to rest awhile. Amy insisted I wait a couple of days to visit you because I was so angry at the man that did this." "Eric, that still does not explain why you are here, we only met one time." Susan replied hesitantly. He sat on the edge of the bed beside her looking for any sign that she might be uncomfortable and said, "You are my friend, it isn't important that we only met once. I believe that if you meet someone that touches your mind and spirit, your friendship is an authentic jewel meant to be treasured; which brings me to you, when you need me the most." "I can be your strength when you need strength, I can help you through this problem, if you will allow me. I want to help you Susan, let me take a little of this burden on me and take care of you for awhile." His sincerity was her undoing and the tears flowed once more. Gently, Eric moved closer to her and enfolded her in his arms. She went without hesitation and rested her head on his strong shoulder. His hands were on her back and with the lightest of caresses he touched her. He could feel the tension leave her body as he held her close to his chest. Pressing his face to her hair he inhaled the scent of her and the pleasure of it was immense. Quietly they sat this way for long moments until her tears subsided and her body was completely relaxed within his embrace. Raising her head from his shoulder she looked into his warm eyes and realized how wonderful this man felt. A slight blush colored her face as she appreciatively looked at his lips. Eric smiled at Susan as he noticed where her eyes rested. Standing, he pulled her gently to her feet and wrapped her robe around her shoulders. Taking her hand they walked together to the den. Susan noticed that Amy seemed to be absent from the house, but she felt no apprehension at her absence. Eric moved his arm to her waist and led her to a chair. As she sat, he brought a small table close to her and on it she saw coffee, fruit and pastries. He poured the hot, enticing brew into a cup for her, adding just a bit of cream. Amazed at his memory, she took the cup from him and their fingers touched briefly. Looking into his eyes she saw the kindness that she needed. Bringing the cup to her lips, never had she tasted coffee this wonderful. Her senses seemed to be heightened by the presence of this man. Sitting in the chair beside her he poured his own coffee and sipped with her. The silence between them was companionable. Eric passed her the pastry and fruit and quietly they had their simple meal. Food had never tasted as good as this little breakfast. Smiling at her Eric asked, "Feeling better, Susan?" "Yes I am, thank you for this, it was so thoughtful of you and so unexpected." In the background, Susan heard the easy tempo of light music flowing from the speakers. "Honey, you are my shining star," played and Susan leaned her head back upon the chair and closed her eyes. She wondered if he picked this music or if it was random from Amy's collection. Her feet tapped in time with the smooth melody. Eric watched the play of emotions on her face as she sat listening. She is a lovely woman he thinks to himself. A gentle, passionate soul that is longing to be released from the shell she has built around her. He understands that this woman has been through hell in the last few years and hopes he can reach her. The three friends spent the next few days talking, laughing and getting closer. Susan began to heal, the bruises faded and there was a glow to her skin, especially when Eric was in the room. Amy noticed the changes, but did not speak of them, as she understood what her dear friend needed. A few days after his arrival, Eric surprised Susan by asking her to dinner. He told her of a fantastic little place that served the best seafood in the world and also had a small lounge and dance floor. Susan was stimulated and nervous about their date. She wasn't sure where this was leading, but realized that wherever it took her she was willing to go. She dressed with care that evening. Her reflection showed the smaller, puffy bruises on her cheek and under her eyes, even with the light make up. The cut on her lip was better, but still tender as she applied a light tint. Running her fingers through her shoulder length blonde tresses, she thought she looked nice enough despite her scars. Slowly she walked into the den, where her gentle friend was waiting. Walking toward him, she watched his eyes take her in. A slight smile played around his wonderful lips as he followed her movements. Blushing, Susan moved to stand before him for his perusal. His voice was magnetic, deep and husky as he said, "You look lovely, Susan." Eric lifted his hand to Susan's cheek and ran gentle fingers across the bruise he could still discern. She laid her cheek in his hand and smiled with joy at his statement. "Thank you, kind sir, you are beautiful yourself." Susan thought to herself, yes he is beautiful, his soul shines through and the surface man is only a light to the man inside. A light that was drawing her closer to him with every moment they spent together. Hand in hand they walked to his car and he opened her door. Susan slipped inside and waited as he walked to the driver's side door. Within moments they were on their way to a wonderful evening together. Eric reached over and took her hand. He wasn't ready to lose the physical contact between them and they rode together listening to easy tunes playing through the car stereo. Words were not important; they could feel the communication of new lovers starting between them. His fingers caressed hers as they rode in pleasant silence. Susan watched him as he drove and felt the warmth of his hand in hers. He was very easy on the eyes, a handsome man, and his tanned face so masculine and warm. As they drive, the sun starts its descent and through the windows they witness a spectacular sunset. Purples, oranges, reds and the blue of the sky delight them as they drive. Eric can smell her perfume, exotic, sensual only adding to the scent of the woman. Beneath the perfume, on her skin, in her hair he can sense the woman. She is not aware of the power she possesses. Her slight movements tempt him, the gentle fall and rise of her breasts as she breathes makes him breathless. Susan's presence is overpowering, and her lack of awareness of this leaves him in awe of her. Susan's thoughts reside on the tender touch of his hand upon hers. His thumb moves weightlessly across the top of her hand. His fingers hold her hand with quiet strength. She has felt his strength seeping into her mind and body for days now. She glories in the feelings that he is awakening. She has found her center, the soul of every woman. Susan had feared that it was gone forever, the female in her, his counterpart. Eric pulled the car into a space at a welcoming little restaurant. Their evening had just begun and their closeness was bound in time. Leaning close to her he places a light kiss on her cheek and whispers, "We have arrived my lovely lady." He exits the car and walking to her door he opens it and takes her hand. Susan rises and steps into his waiting arms to feel him close around her. Eric kisses the top of her head and draws her scent into his lungs. "Hmm, you smell wonderful." Susan trembles at this simple statement. This does not go unnoticed by the man whose arms hold her. Looking up at him with shy eyes, she smiles and he is granted the beauty within this wonderful woman. Hers is a beauty that shines from within. Eric releases her from his embrace, holding to her hand, and together they walk to the entrance of the restaurant. Hand in hand, they walk into the restaurant and are seated at their reserved table. The atmosphere is charming, the tables are covered with simple cloths and centered on each is a single candle. From the lounge come the sounds of a wonderful band. Scents from the kitchen tease them and other couples sit, as these two find each others eyes across their small table. A waiter approaches them with a marvelous bottle of chilled wine, Eric requested when making reservations. Their waiter removed the cork and poured a small taste into Eric's glass. Bringing the glass to his nose he inhales the scent before he tastes the wine. Approvingly, he brings the glass to Susan's lips for her to taste also. Never letting go of the glass, he tips it to her lips. She smiles as the taste of the grapes flow over her tongue. He chose well, it is delightful she thinks to herself. Eric pours her a glass and hands it to her touching her fingers as he does. The wonderful smile still plays across her lips as she takes the glass from him. Pouring his glass they sit quietly together and gaze at each others faces in the dimly lit room. It almost seems as if they are alone in the world. The waiter returned with their menus in one hand and a single yellow rose in the other. He handed the rose to Eric and left them. Eric hands the rose to Susan and she smiles brilliantly. "I know that daisies are your favorite flowers but you remind me of a yellow rose. Gentle, kind, reserved and yet full of passion. Just as this rose reaches to the heavens for the sun, you are reaching your eyes and heart to the light of life. You have lived in the shadows for too long Susan, and I wish to help you join the world again." Eric's tenderness and sincerity touched her female soul deeply and her eyes were bright with unshed tears. There would be no tears tonight. Tonight was for embracing the chance to experience happiness. Susan wanted to be happy; she wanted to feel his arms around her, pressing her body close to his. For the first time in ages, she began to feel feminine and desirable and her heart and mind were heady with these feelings. There was no need for a reply as her eyes said everything he needed to hear. Susan handed him her menu and let him order for the both of them. Eric decided on a light pasta dish with lobster in a delectable sauce. Handing the menus to the waiter, he gazed at his companion. She doesn't have any idea what she does to me, he thinks to himself. Eyes meeting over their wine glasses, they smile at each other. The atmosphere was lazy and sensual. Two new lovers getting acquainted, reveling in the easy way their glances please and excite them. Eric reached across the table and took Susan's hand in his own. He brought her fingers to his lips and placed light kisses across the tips. An involuntary shudder of delight ran across her skin. Susan was flowering in front of his eyes, her soft sensuality bringing a blush to her lovely skin. Susan wants to be in his arms, more than any man she has ever known, yet she is frightened by the feelings he is arousing in her. She wants to lie in his arms and feel his skin close to hers, damp from their lovemaking. She wants to taste the salt from their passion and inhale the scent of desire. Thoughts of his hands upon her make her dizzy with longing. Soon, she thinks, soon. As the music plays, and their hands touch, the night closes in around them, bringing thoughts of ecstasy to both their minds. Their dinner arrives and in comfortable silence they consume their meal as their minds consume their bodies. They are relaxed and cozy together. The evening moves forward. Dessert is not necessary as their minds are on the luscious moments to come. Their coffee arrives and they sip the brew, never losing eye contact, bodies in tune with each other. Electricity flying through the air around them, making their skin tingles in anticipation. Susan does not know exactly what Eric has in mind for the rest of their evening together but she is willing. Eric rises from his seat and extends his hand to her, "Dance with me, lovely lady?" He asks. Susan takes his hand and stands to follow him willingly to the small dance floor. Together they move into the small crowd of bodies dancing in time to the slow sensual sounds coming from the band. They only have a moment to move together until the song ends, but Eric does not let his hold on her body go. Pulling her closer he bends to whisper, "Wait the next one is ours." The husky sounds of Brian Adams begin to play for them, "It still feels like our first night together, feels like the first kiss. " Susan looks into his wonderful eyes and can see the desire for her shining there. The glorious feel of his warm skin under her finger tips as she gently circles his arm makes her long to touch more. "The first time our eyes met, it's the same feeling I get, only feels much stronger and I want to love you longer, you still turn the fire on." Brian sings to them as Eric runs loving hands down her back and pulls her closer to his burning body. He can see the slight bruises on her skin and it makes him long to place soft kisses upon each of them. Trace the lines of this woman with his mouth and tongue. Before I release you tonight, his mind wanders I will taste you upon my lips. Runaway The two lovers move easily in time with the beat of this sensual song and Susan can feel the need in him. His entire body is tense with the sexual prowess of a man in tune to himself. A man that can act on his desires, and hold them back to please his woman; Susan wants to be his woman, if only for this night, she wants to feel the power of his strength possess her and take her to the limits of passion. She wants to ride the tide of rapture with him, around him and through him and for him. "Your perfume, it is intoxicating, teasing me, tempting me, touching me." Eric whispers as he runs his lips over the shell of her ear. Her breath catches in her throat and her mouth becomes dry with the desire to feel his kiss. Susan moves her body closer to him, trying desperately to replace any inch of distance and can feel the heat generating from Eric. She can feel the length of his desire for her pressing into her. Leaning back she looks into his eyes and smiles the smile of a seductress. Susan can feel the sensuality blossoming within her and is thrilled with the feeling of sexual power she begins to feel. She is awakening from a long sleep and these feelings are glorious. Eric runs his strong, seeking hands over her back, shoulders and buttocks and can feel the passion emerging within her. He is aware of her sensuality, her femininity and the power she posses. He longs to feel her hands touch his entire body. In his mind, he can sense the feelings he is arousing in her. Realization of a great passion fills his mind and body with an age old longing. Eric reaches to take her face into his hands and brings his lips to hers. Their first kiss, soft, gentle, searching his lips take hers with a restrained passion. He tastes her lips, taking great care to lightly trace the cut on her lip with his tongue. Susan responds to his gentle kiss by pressing her own lips harder to his. She can feel the restraint he is practicing and only wishes to kiss him harder. Susan feels his tongue on her lips tracing the softness and she opens to him to taste him. The kiss becomes deeper for them and they strain to bring their bodies closer. The music plays and their bodies sway together as they explore each others lips, tongues and warm, wet mouths. As their bodies keep time to the music, Susan lifts her hands to his hair and touches the silkiness there. Her fingers dance lightly upon his scalp and Eric can feel her questing, exploring and tempting him. Shivers of pure delight rack his entire body and he wants this woman beyond reason. She is a lioness unaware of her sexual power. He wants to release the storm of passion he can feel brewing within her and himself. The romantic song ends and the new lovers walk back to their table. Resuming their seats he gazes at her and the heat that emanates from him is almost alive. Susan realizes that she is entranced by the man sitting with her. She wants to see him, all of him, the lines of his body as he stands before her. Her imagination is torturing her as she thinks of all there will be to see, touch, taste and feel. A magnificent union of male and female plays over and over in her mind. The thoughts of passion make a blush cover her full frame, and her breath once again catches in her throat. Eric can see the blush on her skin as it rises to the v-neck of her lovely dress. Her breasts move deliciously with the catching of her breath. He longs to see her breasts bared, open and inviting before his eyes. His groin tightens in anticipation of touching, kissing and nibbling on her breasts one at a time, taking all the time in the world to appreciate the woman his body so desires. Signaling for the waiter, Eric gives him the dinner check and stands to reach for Susan's hand. She stands and walks with him to the entrance and together they leave their cozy restaurant. Anticipation takes them to the car and he opens the door for her to enter. Entering his side, he looks at her and even in the darkness she can feel the heat of his gaze as his eyes take in her lovely face. "Will you trust me tonight Susan?" He asks with gentle kindness. "Yes, I trust you, Eric." Her simple answer was all the fuel he needed to begin their journey forward. He pulled the car onto the road and their short ride to paradise moved forward. Once again, the music and easy companionship surrounds them as they ride together quietly. Leaning her head back into the headrest, Susan is aware of the physical power of the man seated beside her. She knows no fear or trepidation, only longing and desire. A few miles later Susan feels the car slow and opens her splendid blue eyes and takes in the lovely sight before her. Eric has pulled into the drive of a charming, hidden cabin. She can see the reflection of the lake beyond the dock and hear the sounds of nature coming from the dense surrounding woods. The moon affords her enough light to see the wonder of this simple setting and she is amazed at the spectacular view. Eric exits the car and moving to her side opens the door for her. Taking his hand she departs her seat in the car to stand with him and gaze around her. The setting is peaceful and calm. She feels as if a balm has been placed upon her soul and is grateful for his attention to detail. The smell of pine and other trees flow over her. Wildflowers grow here and there in patches and a small cobblestone walkway leads to the porch. A soft glow of light is shining in the windows and the atmosphere is serene. He walks to the trunk and upon opening it; Susan is surprised to find two small bags which he takes out. Looking up at him she smiles and together they walk up the rock walkway to the door of the little cabin. Eric places the bags on the porch and opens the door to their retreat. As she walks inside she is greeted with a warm fire in the fireplace and the lovely interior of the room. A soft country style sofa sits in front of the fire place with large cushiony pillows for adornment. Woven rugs lie on the floor all around the room. Lamps softly illuminate the luxurious downy comforter lying on the floor in front of the fireplace with fluffy pillows on one end. Her gaze takes in the wine chilling in ice on the low sitting coffee table. Eric stands patiently behind her as her eyes take in the cozy room. He wants her, but refuses to rush her. Walking slowly into the room she turns to look at him with great appreciation. He knew what she needed more than she herself did. Once again her eyes moistened at his thoughtfulness. Witnessing this, Eric could contain himself no longer. He placed the bags on the floor and walked to her and embraced her. She went willingly into his arms and they stood together for sweet moments holding each other. She was not aware that he had wanted this for such a long time and was grateful within his own soul to finally be here with her. Kissing her forehead gently he released his hold on her to return to their bags. He picked them up and carried them to the door on one side of the room. Only a moment or so later he returned to her side and together they walked to the comfortable sofa. Sitting side by side, he looked into her eyes, the dazzling blue tempting him to kiss her. He slowly raised his hand to her face and touched the bruise on her cheek. Tender fingers tracing the fading blue sent chills down her spine. Eric let his fingers roam to her neck and tenderly touched her. His hands could not stop and he let them go gently to her hair and felt the silky strands fall softly through his fingertips. She closed her eyes as he felt of the smoothness of her blonde tresses. Moving closer to her he placed light kisses along the nape of her neck while his hands continued the exploration of her golden locks. Feminine to her core, he thought as his lips kissed the soft satin of her neck. Susan arched her neck to his lips and felt her hands go to his arms and pull his body closer to her. She had been waiting so long to feel the wondrous feelings they were sharing. Eric was tempting her completely with his light touches and caresses. His lips were trailing the sensitive skin of her neck and causing shivers of delight to consume her. Susan pressed her body closer to him in an effort to remove what space there was left between them. She wanted him more than any man in her life. He was like the stars in the heavens, and she was reaching to him with every motion of her body. Eric knew she was ready to be made love to. He was aware of the shallowness of her breath and the excitement glowing in her eyes. Her lips were parted and her eyes closed as he took her neck with his lips, tongue and teeth. She was pliable in his hands and he intended to mold her to his body. Pulling slightly away from her, Eric looked deeply into her eyes and asked, "Susan may I make love to you?" His simple question took all resistance from Susan's mind and body. In answer to his question she pulled his head to her own and kissed him with all the passion she possessed. The kiss was warm and deep, their tongues explored their mouths and their hands could not be still. They touched each other, pulling at buttons and snaps. Susan's hands went to the waist of Eric's pants and lightly touched him just under his belt. His body reacted by shuddering beneath her touch and Susan became aware of the full power she possessed over this willing man. She wanted to feel him against her naked skin, all of him. She wanted to look at him with the longing she knew was evident in her eyes. The cozy cabin lay at their disposal and they sank slowly to the floor in front of the blazing fireplace, where Eric had earlier placed thick, soft blankets for just this moment. They sat for moments gazing at each other. Slowly Eric's hand went to the neckline of her dress and unbuttoned the buttons there to expose her creamy white skin. His eyes moved with his fingers and he adored her. Susan inhaled as she watched this wonderful man gently touch her, his fingers brushing her skin so softly. His touch was delightfully warm and kind. Eric touched the swell of her breasts through the opening of her dress and Susan was amazed at the feel of his fingers. Soft and firm, his touch moving from one extreme to another; she closed her eyes and reveled in the feelings he was arousing in her. Her hands had minds of their own, unwilling to lie still, she touched his arms. Her nails scraped across the strength of his arms and she felt his body shiver. Standing, Eric pulled Susan to her feet and began to undress her. Her dress fell to a puddle around her feet and she stepped closer to him as she kicked it away. A feast to his eyes, she stood in front of him adorned in only her bra and panties. His hands went to her back and unsnapped the bra and removed it from her, tossing it away. He gazed at her breasts as his hands lowered her panties to the floor. Susan stood before him, her body blushing but without hesitation. Eric adored her, looking at her longingly, his eyes took in the beauty standing before him. Her skin so soft and silky, her breasts moving gently as she breathed. He looked upon her as a man in search of Heaven. His admiration evident in the liquid passion flowing from his eyes; Eric took in the site of her entire form and found himself intoxicated by the mere sight of her female body. He is totally aware of the movements her body is making as he gazes at her with his blazing passion. Eric wants to please her more than he wants to please himself. He wants to take her to places she has never traveled and bring her body to the summit of desire. Only then will he allow his own pleasure to take over. Susan needs to feel like the woman she is. She needs to be released and loved. Susan needs to spread her woman's wings and soar. Eric gently takes her hand in his and brings it to his lips; he kisses the tips of each finger and allows his tongue to slide smoothly over them. He is taking his time, he wants the night to go on for a lifetime, nothing rushed and time standing still. Susan sighs deeply in her throat at the velvety contact of his tongue and steps closer to this tantalizing man. He slowly wraps his strong arms around her and runs his hands down her back and buttocks, feeling the warmth and smoothness of her skin. Susan pushes her willing body into his embrace and finds the muscles in his back with her own hands. He bends to her neck and takes it with his mouth, tracing the skin and feeling the reaction her body is having. She trembles with the pent up desire and passion that is waiting just below the surface. Her hands roam to his hair and touch the ends softly reveling in the texture of man muscle and soft strands. Eric steps back a mere inch to rid his aching body of his own clothes, when Susan takes charge of stripping him. Her hands go to the buttons on his shirt and one by one she loosens them. She lets her fingers touch the vibrant, sun touched skin of his chest as each button releases. Looking down at her, Eric smiles a lazy smile of longing, allowing her the pleasure of watching his reaction to her ministrations. Susan returns the smile as her fingers find the waistband of his pants and unbuttons the single button there, and then lowering the zipper. Her fingers brush his hardness underneath his shorts. She lowers his pants and slips them over his feet and rises to him taking his shorts in her hands, they also find the floor and he stands before her gaze. He is an amazing man, all lean muscle and she worships him with her eyes. Quietly they walk to each other and begin the ritual of lovers. Eric's hands want to touch her entire body at once and he has to force himself to go slowly. She needs to be wanted, desired and made to feel the sexy and alluring woman she is. He bends to kiss her lips and finds her mouth willing. She opens her lips to him and he runs his tongue over the fullness of her bottom lip, and nibbles it with gentle teeth. Her breath comes in short gasps as he kisses her. She is melting, feeling the passion building within her body. She wants this man without hesitation or restraint. She wants to feel him around her, over her, and within her. She wants to feel the fullness of his erection as she imagines him pushing into her warmth. Susan raises her arms to pull him closer to her and can feel the strength of his desire for her against her abdomen. As the music plays around them and the light from the candles and fireplace glows the two lovers drop easily to the blankets on the floor. They reach for each other with eager hands both wishing nothing could part their bodies until the demands of passion are met. Eric touches her face and neck with light fingers and feels the skin tighten as his questing hands move lower to her breast. Susan cannot believe the feelings running through her. She wants his lips to travel everywhere his hands are. She wants to feel him tenderly and roughly, she wants to feel all of him. Eric's fingers find a taut nipple and nimbly take possession of it between his fingertips. Slowly and with great pleasure, he lowers his mouth to the place where his fingers tease her flesh. He flicks his tongue across her nipple and pulls it into his mouth, gently sucking and nibbling. She is moving beside him her hands wanting to find contact with his hard, hot body. While his mouth takes her breast, his hands find her belly and he lowers his fingers to the soft mound of hair guarding her core. Susan is aware of his quest and the sweet torture of feelings he is arousing within her. She grinds her body into his hand and he finds her at last. A single finger touches her clit lightly and she moans with intensity. He is watching the surrender of her beautiful body as his mouth and hand finds the treasure she has kept hidden. Eric begins to move his mouth lower following the same path as his hand. Susan is helpless beside him; her body feels as if it is on fire and to the point of exploding. Her hands have gone to the blankets and she clutches them in fists of desire. He continues his quest with his mouth and tongue to the warm, wet center of her. As his tongue replaces his fingers she pushes her body to his mouth and he takes her clit into his mouth as his fingers find entrance to her. Susan writhes beneath him as he worships this wonderful goddess with his mouth, tongue and fingers. She cannot control the feelings he is drawing out of her. She wants it all she wants to feel the explosion that is soon to happen, but yet she wants it to wait. He is affecting more than her body, he is delving into her soul. Eric wants her to have her explosion, her release before he takes full command of her body with his own. He runs his tongue and teeth over her swollen clit, while finding spots in her that she was not aware of. She pushes her heat onto his fingers as his mouth takes her, he can feel her building, he can feel her trembling, her eyes open and look into his as the climax takes her and shakes her entire being. Eric's hands and mouth do not leave her until she has shuddered from the release. Her body is supple and relaxed as he places kisses on the exposed flesh. Moving up to her mouth Eric kisses Susan with lips flavored with her passion. She can feel the length of him on her mound as he raises his body over her. She opens to him and can see and feel the power of his desire as he lowers his body to her. She raises her legs to wrap them around him and gain him entrance to her. Slowly and with great tenderness he pushes his erection into her and at last she can feel his desire for her. He can feel the muscles in her tighten around him and he feels as if he is finally in Heaven. She is amazing, tight, and hot, wet and fits him so well. He grinds into her warmth and can feel the tremors in her. Susan arches her back to get as close to him as possible and can hear the intake of his breath and the growl of passion coming from his throat. Together they rock each other on a tide of eager desire. Their hands are all over each other and their lips are kissing as moments seem to turn into hours. Their bodies wet with the sweat of lovemaking, tempt their senses of taste and sound. They feel the pressure building within them both and the knowledge of an ancient dance takes shape in their minds. Eric's mouth finds her ear and she can hear the breaths coming from him ragged and deep as her own passion mounts and she moans with desire. Thrusting into her she says his name as he whispers hers. Together they climb the mountain of craving and together they find the greatest treasure of all. Their mutual climax rocks their foundations as Eric explodes within her filling her with mans purest gift. Susan feels him fill her as her own body erupts. Eric does not leave her; he stays within her body and holds her as their bodies slowly come back to earth. Gently he moves his mouth to her ear and whispers, "Susan, you are amazing, and I love you." With tear filled eyes and a full heart, Susan whispers, "I love you too Eric." Runaway Bay For anyone who hasn't read my earlier story 'When white gets wet', I like to be admired by men, especially when I am away from home on vacation. I began wearing white swimwear when I discovered the attention that I get when it becomes translucent when wet. Barry, my husband, buys me swimwear each spring for my Birthday; I know that he removes any lining that may be inside to give a maximum effect. I know that he loves to show me off and to be honest; I have grown to adore the attention. I just love the facial expressions and look of lust that my showing little parts of me can generate. Before we go away, it is his responsibility to shave around my pussy lips and anal area after the beautician has shaped my dark pubes into an arrow head that is about two inches at its widest and ends in a point just above my groove. By keeping some pubes any viewer would clearly see that the swimwear is translucent, and that directs his view in the direction that I desire. I rarely wear a bra as my breasts are little more than a good handful. But they are all mine and my high raspberry like nipples on my slim frame, with my long legs and blonde hair usually has the desired effect. Barry, my husband, is much older than my twenty eight years and I discovered that he likes to show off his 'trophy wife'. He likes to show me off and I like to show off, what a great combination. We were packing for our Winter break. It was mid February and Barry and I were going to spend a relaxing week in an all inclusive resort on the beach at Runaway Bay in Jamaica. We have no children and so choose vacations where we don't have to suffer the noise of other people's kids. I have to keep my eye on Barry when we pack as he has removed some of my everyday type underwear and modest clothing from the case in the past, leaving me only the sexy see thru things to wear. One of the items he insisted on me taking was a dress that I had bought for a sixties style party but had never worn because I felt it was too short, being only six inches below my pussy and very see thru, any underwear that I wore could easily be seen thru the lace/crochet style material. It looks a bit like the dress that Heather Graham wore in the Austin Powers film. It is a genuine dress made in the sixties and it looked nice on, the colour is kind of peach. I had an old flesh coloured body stocking that I planned to wear under the dress to make it just look like I was naked beneath. I decided that, even for me, it was too see thru because my nipples are a dark tan colour. Barry insisted that if it had been worn in the sixties there was certainly no problem wearing it in the 21st Century. For the flight, I wore my denim jacket over my cropped white vest and faded denim jeans. As usual, I didn't wear a bra. I kept the jacket on during the flight because it was so cold on the plane. This of course emphasised the heat when we arrived in Jamaica and I had to take the jacket off in the arrivals hall at Montego Bay. Even the guy at the Immigration desk couldn't take his eyes off my nipples as he asked me the details of our stay. The male attention of course made them even more erect than usual. The bus driver was worse. His eyes darted between my nipples, my flat bare stomach and the crotch of my jeans. The jeans are old and I'd cut the top couple of inches off, making them hipster in style. The front gaped a little so the top, and from the right angle, a little of the front of my translucent g string could be seen. The jeans material is soft and faded slightly more around my pussy and with the center seam splitting my lips, I could understand his interest. The jeans are my favourites, as they are the only pair that has a centre seam that gives just the right pressure on my clit when I walk. So that day I didn't mind all the walking that we did. It was late by the time that we arrived at the Resort. We were so tired from the flight that we went to bed early. We had breakfast early the next day so that we would have maximum time on the beach. Barry was in his usual, boring shorts and even though I like to wear tiny swimwear, I chose to wear my one piece swimsuit until I had the measure of the place. I may need to tease but I need to know the environment. I swam my twenty lengths of the pool with my Barry, and then left him to carry on for a few more lengths. I had just settled back on to my sun lounger and closed my eyes when I heard a deep brown Jamaican accent say, "Very Nice." Then a male second voice, "Yes, very nice." I opened my eyes to see two Jamaican guys standing near my feet. They had raised their sunglasses and appeared to be examining my body. They were both well over six feet tall and muscular, with very dark skin which enhanced their beaming smiles. It was obvious from what they were wearing that they were members of the resort staff. After introducing themselves as Roy and Carlton and asking the usual questions about where I was from, was it the first time in Jamaica and how long was I staying for, they began to pester me about that nights Toga Party. Carlton said, "We have some great prizes for the best looking toga and with a figure like yours your sure to win something." Roy added, "Yeh mon, Wear nothing or something see thru under the toga like your swimsuit and you're sure to win." Carlton, who appeared the more responsible of the two, elbowed Roy in the ribs and told me, "Ignore him. You look like someone who would be good with their hands. I'm sure that you will be able to make a wonderful toga." I didn't believe that he was talking about my needlework skills, when he referred to me being good with my hands. I was just about to say that we had other plans for the evening when Barry arrived back. Roy remarked, "Is this your Roman Emperor?" A puzzled Barry said, "Roman Emperor? What are you talking about?" Carlton explained about the Toga Party that was to take place in the Disco at 11pm. "Of course we will be there, count us in." After Roy and Carlton had moved onto the next couple, Barry got it in the neck. "Would you consult me before you arrange things? I had other things in mind for tonight." "Whatever you had in mind we can do after the party. It was obvious that they liked you by the way they were acting. You know how competitive you are and how you like to win. If they have anything to do with choosing the winner all you have to do is show them a bit of leg." He was right about my competitive side and they had already seen more than a bit of leg. We had plenty of wine with our evening meal and I was feeling a little horny. I wanted to go back to our room and fuck, but Barry insisted that we go to the Toga Party. We collected the white pieces of cotton that we were supposed to make a Toga from. Barry had two big pieces but they had only given me a couple of pieces that were about the size of small scarves. All that I could do was to tie the material around my chest and the other piece around my hips. I have many very short skirts but nothing as brief as the skirt made by the thin piece of cotton. It was very low on my hips and very high on my legs but it would just about cover a pair of panties as long as they were some of my briefer ones I wrapped the material around my boobs and got Barry to tie the knot at the back, I made sure that there was only the thickness of one sheet of thin cotton between my nipples and the eyes of any judge. I checked in the mirror to confirm that the dark shadows of my nipples were visible. I had worn a sexy white lace thong for the meal, I was looking for something that didn't show my dark pubes quite so clearly, but Barry insisted, "We're late already; I can't see the knickers, so let's go." I was standing at the time and knew that the World would see them as soon as I sat down. I hoped that the seating wouldn't be cold. Barry grabbed my hand and we were on the way to the Toga Party. The first thing that hit me inside the disco was the air conditioning. That had an immediate effect on my nipples. The second was the ultra-violet light that made the white togas glow. I knew that it would also make the white lace covering my pussy glow as well. I thought that it may emphasise the darkness of my pubes and I didn't want to get guys who were part of a couple in trouble with their girlfriends for looking, so I tried to be less brazen. I did notice that all the others seamed to have been supplied with more material than I had. The place soon became quite full as did the small dance floor. Barry suggested that we sit down. Most of the available seating was a bench type which faced into the room and the dance floor. I knew that as soon as I sat down my white lace thong would be on display. But sit down we did. Barry to my left. I couldn't make my mind up whether to cross my legs or leave them side by side. I decided that crossing them would have the best effect. I soon spotted Roy and Carlton on patrol, moving around the edge of the dance floor. They soon locked on to me or should I say my white lace underwear, then walked over to where were. They were both on duty and full of smiles. Roy spoke to Barry, "May I have a dance with your beautiful wife?" Barry didn't have a problem and said, "Of course." I smiled acknowledgement at Roy. As I got up I had to uncross my legs of course, then I had to slide out from behind a low table, I had no choice but to spread my thighs as I moved sideways to my route, but I suppose that I didn't have to spread them quite as much as I did. I caught both Roy and Carlton looking. Roy walked me to the center of the dance floor, I presume to be out of sight of Barry. It was a medium paced tune so I didn't have to dance as wild as I do when a good rock song comes on. Roy was about three feet in front of me when he took hold of my hands. When I danced that little bit more sensually I could feel my toga top begin to slip down. I tried to get my hands back from Roy but he held tight. I could feel the material slipping down and tried to stop it by arching my back a little but the material was soon down to just above my nipples. The song was nearly at an end and I decided to replace the material before the next record. Roy was quick thinking though, He had been watching the downward progress of my top and he pulled me quickly towards him, making my body jerk, the sudden movement made the top slip over my nipples and down to my hips. I couldn't stop it falling and so pinned my chest against Roy's to cover my boobs. Roy seamed so pleased with himself. He released my hands but grabbed my ass. His huge hands covered most of my butt and I could feel him rub the hard bulge in the front of his pants against my bare hip bone. As I replaced my toga top, Roy took the opportunity to get his hands under the material of my tiny skirt. His long arms were able to reach so far around that I could feel his finger running along the white string of material that ran between my legs. He was within an inch of my pussy when the record ended. I didn't want to be horrible to Roy but I hardly knew him. I thanked him for the dance and gave him a little kiss on the side of his face then wriggled away from his grip. As I returned Barry asked, "How was the dance?" "Fine, I had to come back because the toga top keeps slipping down." "You go usually go topless on the beach so what's the problem?" "The problem is that we're not on the beach." I remained standing as I returned to my seat. The lights went lower and the volume became louder so it was difficult to talk with Barry. I decided not to tell him about Roy's wondering hands but thought about it. I wondered if I should have closed my legs a little to make it more difficult to gain access to what he wanted. Too late now, I decided. It did make me feel a little hornier though. Barry was at the bar when Carlton approached me. He leaned over me and was very close to my ear, I could feel his warm breath when he said, " I want to see your pussy again." "Again? What do you mean by again?" "When you were by the pool, we could see your pussy. When we said very nice what did you think we meant?" "I wasn't really sure." He put his hand on my right inner thigh and it was slipping upwards towards its destination when I spotted Barry returning through the crowd. I pulled Carlton's hand away and slammed my knees together to deny him further access. All this male attention was making me much more horny. As soon as Barry returned I told him that we were going back to the room. "You got to stay for the competition. It's about to start." Said Carlton. Barry agreed, and so it was. It was announced that there were to be different categories but the best prize was reserved for the Winner of the sexiest outfit. The two judges were Roy and Carlton. We were on our way back to our room with my star prize soon after. As soon as we were back in the room the toga was off. Barry had asked me to keep the thong on because he loves to pull it aside and do me. As we made love I thought of how easy it would have been for Roy and Carlton to do the same. The thought of the black cock contrasting against the white lace took me over the edge followed shortly by Barry. The next day we found a quiet spot on the beach, so I wore my favourite white bikini. The bikini came from Australia and is actually designed to go see thru when wet. The swimwear came to our home in a tiny letter size envelope. There was never any lining in it. The material is so stretchy and thin that my nipples can be seen thru the top even when it's dry. The bottoms are tiny with a pussy splitting center seam and T back. In Europe, I only ever wear the bottoms. I love the Sun on my boobs and any male attention is a bonus. I decided that as my other swimsuit was see thru and anyone walking past me that day would have seen the goods already, what the hell? Sometimes we use the bikini bottoms in a kind of sexy roll play. Wearing only the bottoms I will be on top of the bed pretending that I am sunbathing on a beach. My eyes will be closed and Barry will be at my side. He will very gently stroke the length of my pussy lips, using the very tips of two finger nails, one on each lip, whilst whispering in my ear what the guys look like as they pass by my feet. He will tell me where they are looking and how much they can see. As he strokes, my legs go wider so the boys can see more. Then we pretend that the roll of tickling has been taken over by someone he had chosen whilst at a nearby Bar. I still think that it's Barry. My eyes are closed when the chosen one moves between my open legs and I can feel the head of a cock very gently running between my groove along the center seam of the swimwear. But, because the material is gossamer thin I can feel the skin of his helmet gently stroke the inner edge of my pussy lips. As I try to raise my hips to get more pressure he pulls back slightly, denying me. Eventually I can stand it no longer. The material between my legs pulls out of the way easily, so I quickly tug it aside enticing him to fuck me. He dips just the head of his cock in me then pulls away. I have to beg him to fuck me. I grab his hips and pull him to me. It easily slides between my lips and into my slippery tunnel. The cock feels much bigger than Barry's and I know that it is a stranger between my thighs but the pleasure is so intense. I continue to keep my eyes closed and move my hips to meet his long thrusts. I grip his cock so tight with my strong vaginal muscles that he knows that I don't want him ever to take it out. My hand left hand stays on his buttock to dictate the speed of his thrusts; I move my right hand to my tender clit. I am nearly there when his back arches, his thrusts become shallower then his seed floods into my belly. The feeling sends me over the edge. As I recover, I feel the material being replaced over my used and saturated pussy. He gives the material covering my pussy a thank you kiss and is gone without me ever seeing him. I have often wondered how I would feel as I was having sex with a strangers cock, would he enjoy it as much as me, how would Barry feel and most of all, how I may feel after. I know how Barry enjoys me teasing, but would he really enjoy me pleasuring myself and strangers in that way. Wearing the white bikini always makes me feel sexy, and I was in a sexy mood that day. We had been for a swim in the Caribbean; I had just taken my top off to dry my body and was sitting on the end of the lounger drying my legs, with my legs apart to excite Barry, when the resort photographer suddenly appeared. He asked Barry to kneel down beside me and before I knew it the photo had been taken and he was on his way. We were on our way for our evening meal when I saw a huddle of guys around a notice board. We approached to see what the fuss was about when I heard one guy say, "Look at those suckable nipples." Another said, "Look at her cunt. I would slide my tongue along that groove until she begged me to fuck her. She wouldn't be able to sit down for a week." I really don't like that C word. It sounds so cheap. I got closer and saw that he was pointing to our photograph or should I say pointing at me. He was really just pointing at my very clearly visible pussy. Another guy said, "I'm going to buy a copy of that photo and squirt my stuff all over it." "Let me borrow it first and I'll try to miss it." Another voice said. They obviously didn't recognise me. I suppose it was because my hair looks much darker when it's wet and it had been in such a messy state from being dried with the towel. Another reason may have been that they hadn't looked at my face. Barry didn't speak, but he looked quite pleased with himself as we walked to the Restaurant. We were having our meal when yet another of the entertainment staff approached us. This time they were promoting a 'sixties and seventies' singing contest that was to be held the following evening. I have always been a big fan of the Beatles music, although it was before I was born. My parents used to play their music a lot. I think that I can sing in tune but was reluctant to put myself forward. Before you could blink, Barry had entered me into the competition. "You can wear your sixties dress. You'll knock them dead." The following day after returning from the beach I took my sixties dress out of the wardrobe to see if it needed ironing. Fortunately the material is such that it doesn't show creases. I hung it up and went for my shower. Whilst taking my shower I began to think of my teasing adventures so far. My fingers enjoyed the smooth feel of my pussy lips and my pussy enjoyed the touch of my fingers. My finger made its way between my lips and had just begun to bring myself enjoyment when Barry disturbed my thoughts when he called out, "How much longer are you going to be? What's taking so long?" Wouldn't he have loved to know? Having been disturbed, I stopped, dried and began to get ready. I put a little more make up on than I would normally wear anticipating the harsh stage lighting. When I returned to the bedroom and began to look for my body stocking. I couldn't find it anywhere. I was sure that I had packed it. I knew that I had nothing other than that dress suitable for a sixties show. I had built myself up for the competition and now I had nothing to wear. I could feel a tear coming on when Barry suggested that the dress wasn't that see thru and perhaps I had some different underwear I could use. Nearly all my underwear is white or very pale pink. I had left all my black things at home. I tried both the white and the pink but both looked awful. Barry suggested that I try the dress on without underwear. People would assume that I was wearing something and if they could see anything dark at the junction of my legs they would assume that it was a G-string. I thought about it for a minute then considered that everyone who saw the photograph had seen more already. I tried the dress on and in the dim light of the bedroom it looked decent. Barry continued to insist that nothing was on show, but when I went to check in the bathroom I could clearly see my nipples. Runaway Bay This is a long story, a husband’s eye view of Runaway Bay, submitted by Crystal607. It can be read as a stand alone story. * My name is Barry. I’m a professional photographer in my early forties, with a stunning young wife and model, named Crystal. We live in England, and because of work commitments, we take our vacations during our winter. She posted her version of events of a recent winter vacation that we spent at Runaway Bay in Jamaica. Although I did notice that she omitted any reference to an after filming party that we both later enjoyed. I’ll get to the party soon enough, but first I’d like to share with you my own recollection of the events of that vacation. First of all, I would like to point out that we are not swingers, and generally lead a quiet life. I would suggest that there is no substitute for the experience that we older men have, but there is also no denying the pure physical attraction of a young, athletic body. It is human nature to admire others who are physically attractive. And when on vacation it is usual to see others wearing much less than in everyday situations, and in the case of my wonderful Crystal, she exposes as much skin to the sun as she considers decent. Crystal is now in her late twenties, she is about 5 feet 7 inches tall, slim build with long blonde hair. My favorite feature of hers, besides her big brown eyes, are her breasts; she still has the breasts of a teenager with their high raspberry like nipples. It was her nipples that attracted me to her when we first met. She was wearing a white vest top and it was clear she had nothing on underneath. It was some time before I was able to feast my eyes on her other treasure, her wonderful pussy. Her pussy lips are soft like two little cushions, separated by the sweetest looking pale pink flesh I have ever seen. She always keeps her pubes trimmed and her lips smooth. Before each vacation, I am tasked to trim anything missed by her beautician. A task that I always enjoy. I don’t like her to trim it all away as I love to see the dark shadow thru her wet swimwear. Crystal likes to tease, and I enjoy watching her. It began on the flight. We were in a bank of three seats with mine next to the window, Crystal in the middle, and a young red-haired guy in the aisle seat. He would have been about twenty I guess. He had patchy stubble on his chin and freckles crowding his face. His eyes were baby blue and sharp. He was thumbing a craft and hobby magazine and sneaking glances down at Crystal’s chest. She had on a denim jacket over a cropped white vest, which offered a sample of the position and texture of her nipples. They were responding nicely to the cool environment in the plane. She also wore her favorite denim jeans. They may be old but she looks great in them. She had cut the top away to make them hipsters. Her stomach was particularly flat because she spends extra time at the gym on her abs before every vacation. The jeans gaped slightly offering a view down the gap between her stomach and the material. I’m sure that the young guy must have had a similar view of the tops of her panties that I had. I could see the white lace and knew that they were a pair of her more see thru panties... Crystal paid him no attention at all, and the poor kid sat the entire flight watching her breathe and watching her legs casually open and close. This caused varying amount of exposure down the front of her jeans. The best view down the front of her jeans was when she reclined the seat and lay back. The boy was looking, while constantly pulling at the legs of his cotton trousers to make room for what appeared to be a stiff young dick poking into his pocket. After arriving at Montego Bay Crystal shed the jacket. Her nipples were firm and attracting plenty of attention, as we made our way to the bus and on to the resort. I’d kept a camera handy and made sure I was busy enough recording the sights to give plenty of opportunity to any man who wanted to look her over. Her jeans were cut low enough in front to offer a little peep at her panties as she walked. The material has worn to a lighter shade in the region of her pussy and it looked good enough to eat. I noticed Crystal was enjoying herself, she was well aware of the attention that she was getting. When she enjoys herself, so do I. It was sure to be an interesting week. We arrived at the resort quite late and had a light meal before showering for bed. Crystal had slipped on a pretty little white teddy and matching see-through panties. She had fallen asleep on the sofa by the time I returned from my shower. I was toweling my hair and casually appreciating the view of her pussy when there was a knock at the door. It was a room service guy, a young local boy with big eyes and a flashing white smile. I ushered him and asked him to be quiet. His grin broadened as he saw my wife laying there and he quickly checked my reaction. I shrugged and gave him a little ‘it’s ok’ nod and grin. “Wake her and we’ll both be in trouble,” I whispered. Then I sat and watched him go steadily about his task of clearing the remains of our meal. He seemed fairly comfortable with the situation. I guessed he’d seen plenty before and this was nothing special, but he certainly took his time and had a good look. Crystal was easily viewed through the teddy. Her nipples were not firm but as they are dark they are easily seen beneath anything white. Her breasts looked firm and beautifully shaped with her nipples perched and her smooth, supple breast rounded beneath. The teddy opened over her flat little belly and fell away from her hips. Her dark pubes were clearly visible through her panties and her pussy lips looked pale under the thin material. . He finally finished arranging the dishes on his arm and had one last look over my sleeping wife then left us. I woke her and guided her to bed, and moments later I was sleeping myself. Next morning we found the resort pool quite suitable for some serious exercise and after doing her twenty lengths Crystal left me to continue swimming. I could see her from the pool and saw that she had settled down on a sun lounger. She was soon approached by two of the resort staff. They were tall, well built Jamaican men, smiling down at her and having a chat. I approached slowly, and enjoyed the fact that they were flirting with her. They were both obviously enjoying the view. Although Crystals swimsuit was a one-piece, and so normally quite conservative. I’d inspected it when new and decided the lining needed to be removed. In fact, I made that a general rule with all her swimwear . I knew what they would be able to see, and I saw the two big Jamaicans stealing glances at her dark nipples and pussy. As I reached them, I saw that the fabric was still wet and it was almost completely see-through. Her little bush was so well defined that they could see the individual hairs and her pussy lips were as if coated in a thin, white gloss. She looked so sexy that I considered returning to the pool to cool the start of my erection down. The boys worked as a team. When one was talking to her, the other took the opportunity to look at the parts normally reserved for a girl’s husband. I could tell by the way she was moving that she knew what they could see. She was enjoying herself, and so was I. They were trying to talk Crystal into a Toga party that was planned for that evening. I quickly interrupted and accepted their invitation. They then moved on and Crystal was glaring at me. "Would you consult me before you arrange things? I had other things in mind for tonight," she scolded. "Whatever you had in mind we can do after the party. It was obvious that they liked you by the way they were acting. You know how competitive you are and how you like to win. If they have anything to do with choosing the winner all you have to do is show them a bit of leg." I knew that they had already seen more than that. The toga party idea was left at that, and we spent our first day exploring the resort facilities. We had lunch in one of the hotel bars, although I am no good at pool I insisted that Crystal play me. There had been a group of guys near the table and it seemed a good opportunity to show her off. She knew what I was doing and often chose the wrong shot so that she could be in a position to tease the boys. She had a sarong wrapped around her waist; it looked like a micro length skirt. Her nipples were again visible thru her swimsuit and I am sure that they enjoyed the view as she leaned over the pool table. It was a low-key day though, and after dinner Crystal was warm, cuddly and wanting to go up to our room, but I managed to talk her into the toga party idea. We were given a few strips of white fabric to fashion our togas. Mine was sizable enough thankfully, but the little strips of cotton Crystal had to work with left her nipples clearly defined and her tiny white lace thong coming into view when she moved. We made our way down to the disco where the party was being held, and Crystal immediately had the attention of the men. The lighting was ultra-violet and the white fabric was outstanding. All the women were being perused by the unattached men; one older man in particular was staring blatantly at my wife. I’d returned with drinks and noticed him eying her, while he stood with two other guys chatting. I waited a few minutes, and saw that he’d been loyally focused on her, so I decided to make his day and got her to sit down so that he could get an even better view. There was bench seating and an empty table that would offer him a perfect angle between her legs. I guided Crystal to it and slipped in first, and then I watched the guy’s face while she slipped along the bench to be beside me. He nudged one of his friends and that guy turned for a look as well. I met their eyes and nodded my acknowledgement. They both offered a smile and their gaze returned to Crystal’s legs. She’d crossed them and her white lace was displayed to them... She was looking over at someone, and I recognized the two men from the pool that morning. They approached and one of them, who gave the name Roy, asked me if he could dance with my beautiful wife. “Of course!” I agreed without hesitation. Dance and enjoy, I thought to myself. He led her off into the crowded dance floor and I lost sight of them. I sat for a while watching the other women I could see wriggling around in their togas and then I decided to see how my wife was doing. I slipped from my seat and made my way around the edge of the floor until I saw her pressed up against Roy with her toga top around her waist. She was trying to pull her top up, but she had to lean back a bit to do that and Roy took the opportunity to have a good look at her tits. Whilst she was distracted he took his chance to have a little feel up under the back of her skirt. Crystal was wriggling in protest but his arms were long and his hands were big. He definitely had his fingers in between the cheeks of her ass and I wondered if his fingertips had beaten the tiny string between her legs protecting her pussy. The song was ending and I made my way back to our seat. Crystal returned alone and I asked how the dance was, giving her the opportunity to tell me what had happened. She told me that her top was insecure and kept slipping down. I teased her and suggested she go topless but she didn’t think it funny. She sent me to the bar for fresh drinks. Carlton was chatting with her when I returned. I stopped for a moment to watch them. There was a high table, I placed the drinks and had a sip of mine. He was leaning in close and his hand was on her thigh. Her legs were open a little and I noticed her right leg move aside a little. The two guys from earlier were back in position too, and they were watching intently. I thought I was about to witness my wife being fingered in public and my cock was responding accordingly, but her eyes flashed upon me and she pushed at Carlton’s hand away. As I got by her side, she told me that she wanted to go back to our room. I knew by the look in her eyes that she felt horny, and I was tempted to take her back and make love to her right then, but Carlton was going on about the contest and I decided another half hour would only increase the intensity of that first orgasm I had in mind for her. The two older guys had remained loyal. They were set up at the table in front of us, both turned side on and both quite blatantly staring towards Crystal’s restless legs... They weren’t crossed anymore, and I knew that the guys were enjoying the view between them. . As Roy and Carlton were the two Toga competition judges, it ended up to be no contest for first prize. Although I had delayed the moment, I was amply rewarded when I got Crystal back to our room and on the bed. I soon had her spread eagled and pulled the white lace away from her crotch. Her juices glistened in the dim light and her pussy just looked so nice. I wondered just how many guys had seen it thru the translucent material that night. I tongued her inner folds and sucked on her clit, she began mashing herself against my face. I took her to the brink of orgasm, and then slipped my cock into the fleshy tunnel that my tongue had just explored. The heat around my cock was sensational. As I took her to her climax her strong muscles gripped me like a firm hand and I just allowed her to milk me as she convulsed in ecstasy. We lay there for a few moments before Crystal took a shower. I pondered events of the evening and knew that this was going to be one of the best vacations that we had ever had. She returned from the shower wearing just a fluffy towel. She looked just as sexy as she had in her toga outfit. When I returned from my shower she was again sleeping on the bed. Her body had clearly not adjusted to the different time zone. I had enjoyed showing her to the room boy on the previous occasion, and so I called room service and asked for mineral water. I was hoping it would be the same guy on duty as the first evening, and it was. I invited him in and introduced myself. He was actually twenty-two but he looked younger. Leon was his name. “I thought about it for a moment then asked, “Can you be absolutely silent again?” His eyes lit up and he nodded slowly. I had arranged the sheet up to Crystal’s waist; she was lying on her back with her arms above her head. Her little tits were flat upon her chest and looked delectable. She was breathing steadily and the sheet was just teetering at the top of her pubes, looking as if it was about to slip. Her pretty face was turned away from us. I quietly asked Leon to place the water on the bedside cabinet next to the light. I was happy to watch Leon admire my wife when my mobile phone, that was in the other room, began to ring. I didn’t want her to be woken so I quickly went to answer it. It was someone in the UK, it was early morning there. Once I had answered it I had to deal with the guy. I had to talk as quiet as I could so as not to wake Crystal. I couldn’t see Leon or the bed, but I could see his shadow moving near her. I was still on the phone as Leon came into view; he waved as he slipped thru the doorway. I found Crystal in the same position as previous, but the sheet had moved, giving an unobstructed view of her pussy. Because her legs were together his view lower was restricted. I wondered if he had moved the sheet or if he had brushed past it causing it to slip. I was just looking at what he had seen when I spotted a small glistening on the bed sheet. On closer examination it looked like semen. Was it mine or was it his. Fortunately there was a spare sheet, presumably for when the weather was cooler. The next morning we tried the beach. At my request Crystal had worn her tiny white bikini and after a swim she removed the top. It was normal for her to go topless on all our European vacations. .The bottoms are my favorite because they have a center seem that cuts in between her puffy pussy lips quite nicely. I like them because when wet they become completely transparent until they dry. Every time that she returned from the sea, her trimmed little bush and soft pale lips were available for the viewing pleasure of any man who saw her. I always enjoy the effect of the cold water on her nipples; they pucker and point proudly upwards. We’d returned to the resort loungers and set up there. It was quiet but a few men had gathered close and Crystal, while drying herself, was sitting on the end of the lounger. As she dried her legs they were spread wide. I wasn’t sure if she knew what a great view, the guys passing, were being granted. A local photographer was snapping shots and chatting his way along the row of loungers, and when he approached us, I knelt down beside my wife for the happy snap. It was all too quick and Crystal, she still had her legs apart. I wasn’t sure if her crotch would have been in shot but if it was, I was sure that there would be a happy developer later that day. After he had gone I discretely checked. Not only were her pubes clearly visible, the texture of her lips and the pink flesh of her pussy was also quite easily distinguished through the wet fabric. If not for the slightly heavier seem cutting deep inside, she may as well have been completely naked. She lay back sunbathing for a while, and I sat with my book, watching the men slowly and discretely turn their heads or lower their eyes as they walked by. There was of course a few other women sunbathing along the row of loungers but Crystal was receiving more than her fair share of attention. I’d left her sunning herself, and was strolling around the resort later that day when I bumped into the resort photographer. I asked him about the one he’d taken of Crystal and me. He smiled a little sheepishly and took it out from under a glamour magazine. “Are you going to pin it up?” I asked, encouraging him to do so. He shrugged and confessed, “I was going to keep it for my own private board, as a matter of fact.” I had a close look. Crystal’s nipples were perfectly on show and her pink little pussy was very nicely displayed. “You can print off another one can’t you?” I grinned. I took it from him and he gave me a few pins so I could attach it to the board. I placed it in pride of place, so that everyone would notice it. I felt so proud that I was married to such a sexy girl. I remembered about the magazine, I looked closer at the cover and noticed that there was a competition with a piece of photographic kit as a prize. It was from a digital file, and I knew that it would be easy for him to take me off the picture. “Where you thinking of sending the photo into that competition?” I asked. “Err, no, I wouldn’t have done that without asking you first.” He lied. “Good, my Crystal is a shy girl, and would be horrified if her half naked photo was in a stroke magazine.” I lied back. That evening, on our way to dinner I noticed a group of young guys gathered around the notice board, so I led Crystal in that direction. Being female, she wanted to see what the commotion was about. We heard them bragging about what they intended to do with the girl in the photo, and I stood back quietly and let my lovely wife discover for herself who indeed the lucky girl was. The guys failed to recognize Crystal from the photo, and of course I didn’t confess to having anything to do with it being up on a notice board for all to see. But then again, Crystal didn’t remove the photo either. She merely rejoined me on our walk to the restaurant looking quite proud of herself. In fact we both walked along feeling proud of ourselves. During dinner we were approached, yet again, with an invitation to join in a sixties and seventies singing contest, I thought of a sixties style dress that she had packed and as she has quite a nice singing voice, I thought why not? I asked the guy to add her name to his list. Runaway Bay Crystal is very competitive. If she is to take part in anything, it isn’t done in the Olympic spirit. Winning is what matters. I suppose that she is a typical modern woman, in her ways, but sexy with it. When I mentioned her dress, her eyes sparkled and she was pleased with me for suggesting that she bring it. She went on to say that she would have to wear the body stocking that she had also packed because the dress was so see thru. I knew that anyone would be able to see her body when she wore the dress and I suppose that I shouldn’t have taken the body stocking out of the suitcase, but I had. The next evening, as we prepared for the events before her, I had to lie and tell her that nothing could be seen thru the peach colored lace / crochet material of her dress. She had made her mind up to win the singing competition and she had nothing else suitable to wear. Fortunately, we dined in the main resort restaurant where the lighting was dim and only our waiter seemed to notice that Crystal was without underwear. He didn’t make it obvious, but there was no doubt that he could see her dark nipples, and I was sure that he had noticed her pubes when he pulled back her seat on arrival. The contest was in the disco again. Crystal seemed relaxed, perhaps it was the wine. She joined the five other contestants, and I found a spot at the back of the small crowd. It was close enough to the stage to see quite well. I wasn’t sure when Crystal was going to sing, and the excitement began to build inside. I knew that she would be showing the audience far more than her ability to sing. I listened with interest to the guys in the crowd as the girl contestants performed. Even though quite conservatively dressed, sexual remarks were being made about them. I was beginning to think that I should find Crystal and confess to her what could be seen. An elderly contestant, who was doing a very good impression of Elvis, was just reaching the end of his song, when I decided to go back stage. Of course I was too late, Crystal walked out onto the stage. Her sweet little tits were very well presented under the spotlight and there was a blue light behind her that gave everyone a fine view of the gap between her legs. Her proud pussy lips were in silhouette, thank goodness. “Bet she’s wet.” The guy standing in front of me said, in an American drawl.” “There’s a better view out on the notice board in the lobby,” another guy remarked. “There’s a pic of her with her legs spread and her sweet little slit looking so fucking tight.” “Is she naked or something?” “No, she’s wearing a bikini, but it’s so see thru, she might well as be.” “I’ll check that out later, Are you sure that it’s her? She looks so innocent.” “It’s her alright.” Crystal began her song, I can’t remember what it was now, but I think it was a Beatles number. I thought that she sang it like an angel, but then I am biased. After she’d finished I pushed my way forward to meet her in the crowd. We watched together as the results were announced. I wrapped my arms around her and could feel her trembling. Roy and Carlton were up on stage presenting the prizes. It soon became apparent to me that she had won. She couldn’t possibly have been in fourth place, and Elvis had been announced as runner up. . Crystal was called back up on stage and Roy and Carlton claimed her hands and lifted them in victory. In doing so, her little dress also lifted and her bare little pussy was presented to the crowd. “I can see her snatch.” one guy called out. And then from over to the side, “I recognize that pussy; it’s the sexy bitch in the photo!” another guy cheered. I began to wonder, just how many people had seen the photo on the board. Crystal carried on through the encore and shut everyone up again. I met her at the stage and she took hold of my hand and took me straight up to our room. As soon as the door was closed she was on her knees with my cock in her mouth. I stroked her pretty hair while she brought me to the brink. “Fuck me,” she demanded, looking up from my cock. I took her to the bed and stretched her little see-through dress up over her breasts. I sucked on one nipple, then the other. I could feel her heart beating thru her nipples with my lips. I went down and gently licked into her hot little pussy. She tasted so sweet. She fucked me senseless that night. I came three times and I don’t know how many times I felt her convulsing beneath or on top of me. It was well past midnight when I lost consciousness. The next day we were having breakfast when we were joined by the resort photographer. Apparently the owner of the resort had seen Crystal’s singing performance and he wanted her to fill in for an absent model at his swimsuit fashion show. Crystal was reluctant, but the reward for her taking part in the show, was a two week resort stay for us both. On top of that, I thought it an excellent opportunity to show her off. I knew that she would enjoy herself which meant that I would reap the rewards later. I thought that by talking about it she may change her mind. “What does it involve?” I asked the photographer. “I’m told that it involves a fashion show of swimwear and a few photographs.” "You know what happened last time that I got involved in a photo shoot. I'm afraid that it has to be a no,” Crystal declared. She was referring to an earlier incident, where I had talked her into posing for a photographic session, where she displayed a little more than she would do on a beach. "Let me have a word with her and I'll speak to you later," I told the guy. He left us with a surprised look on his face. Crystal and I dropped the subject at that, but later that day I bumped into the photographer again. “So what’s this guy like, the resort owner?” I asked. “Lucky? He’s a bit like his name suggests. He’s loaded and likes spending money and never seems to run out.” “No, I mean what’s his angle, asking for my wife to model? There must be plenty of available girls in Jamaica that he could get at a moments notice.” “Sure there is. As a matter of fact I think he actually let one go to make a place for your wife. But I’m not really privy to Lucky’s motives… although I did hear some of his house staff talking about your lady and I think I might have an idea why he wants her in his show.” “And what idea is that?” I asked. Things had become all very secretive. “Well… apparently two of his main buyers were at that toga party the other night and they liked what they almost saw, if you know what I mean. And anyway, word is that if Lucky can get your wife to do the photo shoot after the show his label is as good as sold.” “And what did they almost see?” I delved, grinning within myself. The guy knew I was taking it all lightly. He smiled. “Well they apparently had a seat right in front of you both, and they liked the way she moved her legs and showed her little panties. I think they’re hoping for better look.” “A better look?” “If she wears some of Lucky’s swimwear she will be sure to be showing them more than they saw thru her panties.” “What is it about my wife that interests them that much?” “I don’t know what they saw; I just know that they want a second look.” “Just a look?” I questioned, more seriously. “Yeah… it’s not like that. I do a bit of work for Lucky and he wouldn’t have anyone touching his models. You don’t have to worry about that.” “I see, so, are you taking the photos?” I knew that he had enjoyed the view, the time he took the photo on the beach. .“No. I wish I was doing it, but Lucky’s got some American guy flying in for that. I hope that I can squeeze my way in though. Would you mind if you’re wife did do the show, in some revealing swimwear?” “Do I look like I mind in the photo you took of us at the beach?” I asked rhetorically. His smile broadened. He looked down at the camera he had in his hand for a moment, fiddling with it absently, then he looked up at me with something very basic in his eyes. “Fuck she’s hot!” he declared. He was loosing his cool, confident exterior. “I take photos of beautiful women every day but she’s something else. I hope that you don’t mind, but I’ve blown up that beach photo so that it just shows your woman. I just noticed how nice she looks through those bikini bottoms. Awe fuck, is she tight? Come on tell me, is she tight?” he begged. “I don’t usually give away details of my wife’s pussy, but as you ask, she does seem to have control of how tight she wants to make it.” I offered him, patting his back and leaving him standing there. “Will she do the shoot?” he called after me. I waved back at him. “If she feels like it…” I decided then, that I must coach her into doing the fashion show. That evening, Crystal wore a light colored silk mini dress to dinner. Her long, tanned legs looked great. She wore a pair of panties that I loved to see her in. I knew that she was in a sexy mood because the ivory colored, lace material did little to hide my view of her sweet lipped pussy. I love her nipples, but I love them even more when she wears silk. I find it so erotic, being able to see the material cling to every little dimple. I could see the tiniest detail of her nipples through the material. Even though I see them naked every day, they still turn me on. Strange isn’t it? I could see in her eyes that she was in a horny mood. I knew that when she was stretching her arms along the backrest of the bench style seat and flashing me her panties, that the three guys on the table behind me, were enjoying the view just as much. I wondered if she was aware just how much they could see. There was a time when she was teasing me, when a young good looking waiter passed by. It wasn’t long before there was a constant procession of waiters passing behind my seat When I began to tease her a little about the attention that she was getting, although she clearly enjoyed it, I wondered if she had enjoyed it nearly as much me. I felt like a guy with a sports car that everyone wanted. I thought about what the swimsuit buyers might get to see if she agreed to do the show and photo shoot as I lay between her legs later that night, blowing gently through the soft lacy fabric of her thong. Just looking at her pussy makes me hard every time. Knowing that other guys may be affected the same way at the sight before my eyes gave an extra dimension. I was desperate for her to do the show. I brought her to one orgasm with my tongue and waited until she was close to her second before I made my move to persuade her. “Darling, I would love for you to do the fashion show for me. Would you do it?” I knew that she was very close. "Yes, yes, just keep doing what you were doing,” was her inevitable response. I could hardly keep my tongue in place because I was smiling so much at the success of my plan. She soon had her orgasm, it seamed stronger than her first. She dragged me up so that she could kiss me. As she took hold of my cock she remarked on how solid it was. I wondered if she was on to my game. I was hardly inside her a minute or so when I had an even better than usual orgasm. I saw her smiling and knew that she knew. The following morning the photographer was back. I told him we had discussed the matter and had decided to accept the invitation for Crystal to do the swimsuit show. I half expected her to do a little act of reluctance, but she didn’t. She uncharacteristically remained quiet. She gave me a look that was something of a dare. It was kind of a ‘be careful what I wish for’ warning. It was two days to the event, and we spent that time at the beach. Crystal was working on her tan, because she felt so pale. As she turns more of a golden color than a dark tan her little white triangle is less pronounced, but it still looks great. I like the way that her breasts are the same color as the rest of her torso and the way her butt looks, golden brown except for that thin line where the string of her bikini bottoms have been. She was concerned that the swimsuits that she was to model would be smaller than the one she was wearing. I didn’t think it possible. But she pulled the sides up high and re-arranged the material so that it just about covered her soft, dark blonde, area of hair. Her pubes were only a couple of inches wide and so it just seamed to emphasize her smoothly shaved pussy lips. Her bikini bottoms reminded me of the silk dress she had worn. But instead of her nipples on show it was her pussy. Her nipples were already on display and to me; she looked as sexy as she did when she was totally naked. I was not the only one to notice. It got to the stage where there was a guy walking by her feet every couple of minutes. There was also an increase in single guys sunning themselves nearby. Every time that I went to the bar, or for a swim, a guy would stop to talk to her. When I asked her what they had said, she told me that they had asked for the time, although it was plain to see that she wasn’t wearing a watch. I noticed that the distance that her knees drifted apart seemed to relate to how good looking the guy was. But, I enjoyed the attention she was getting, and it certainly put her in the right mood. As we prepared to go to the fashion show, Crystal asked me what she should wear. She was wearing a white cotton sports top which showed how firm her breasts were and just how high her nipples stood on those lovely mounds and a pair of hipster denim shorts. They were tight around her pussy but not as tight as some of her jeans. They were not as tight between her legs, because they were so low on her hips. Her hip bones looked so defined above the top of the faded blue denim. I suggested that she go as she was but take a nice dress for after the show. The swimwear fashion show was to be held at the residence of Lucky, the resort owner. We arrived there mid-afternoon Friday and first met with one of the administrative staff to go over the contract. All seemed in order with that, except that I noticed she would be required to pose for photographs with a male model after the fashion show. I decided not to tell her about that until later. Crystal signed the contract, without reading it, at my request. We were then given a short tour of the area where the fashion show was to take place. I was impressed by the opulence of the building and furnishings. Lucky had a fine taste in property as well as women. Finally we met Lucky, he seemed a nice guy and immediately I felt at home. I looked at Crystal, her eyes were wide and looking around, but she was smiling so all was going well at that point. Lucky was polite to her and only gave her an actor style kiss on the cheeks to welcome her. He gave me a strong handshake. He appeared to me to be in his mid-fifties but in a fine physical shape. He was wearing a robe and had clearly not been long out of the pool. Lucky suggested that I make myself at home, then he claimed Crystal’s hand and led her away, He told me that he needed to show her to the fashion show choreographer and the art director. I grabbed a bottle of beer then followed a discrete distance behind. I like to know what is going on even though I trust her implicitly. Crystal was guided by Lucky into a small room. I could hear but not see the introductions. One of the guys sounded particularly gay. The other was obviously from the States. He sounded to have a New York accent to me, it’s the only American accent that I know. I was able to slip into the room opposite the one that they were in, and move into a position where I could see Crystal and the two guys. I couldn’t see if Lucky was still in the room. He may have left by another door. I felt as though they wouldn’t see me when I quietly moved a rack of clothing into position. The gay guy was stick thin but the New Yorker was a strong looking guy. It was hard to put an age on him, but he was probably in his late thirties or early forties. The view I had of them was from the side. I couldn’t see Crystal’s expression, but she sounded quite comfortable, although I spotted a sign of her nervousness with her finger toying with her hair. Everyone was standing; they were about a yard apart, both guys were passing comment on how suitable Crystal would be for the show, when totally out of the blue, the gay guy took a hold of crystals hipsters and tugged them down over her hips to her thighs. I wanted to do that every time that she wore them but never had the nerve. Her pussy would have been totally exposed except for the soft material of her panties, clinging to her pussy lips. All of her pubes were clear to see. I was surprised that Crystal didn’t snatch the material and pull it up to cover herself. She continued playing with her hair and just told the guy off. He remarked that she was too hairy down there. I knew that wasn’t true, because I had personally trimmed her before we left England. He went on to explain that some of the swimwear is particularly small. The New Yorker, as though talking about the weather, asked about the smoothness of my wife’s pussy lips. He claimed that the area had to be smooth for the swimwear to look good, or some similar crap. He claimed that he need to check, and surprisingly Crystal fell for it. She pushed her shorts further down her hips, pulled the material free of her pussy, and pushed her panties down as far as her shorts. She then moved closer to guy and spread her legs as far as the denim would allow, as if for his approval. He appeared to accept that as an invitation to have a closer look and then a feel of the goods. I watched unbelieving as she pushed her hips forward. It was then that I realized that my cock was painfully hard. I desperately hoped that I wouldn’t be found in this condition by anyone. I’m sure that my heart stopped, as the American guy placed two of his fingers against her pussy. The indentations of his thick fingers into the soft, pink flesh of her lips was causing them to part so very slightly. He was using his ring and index finger to do it and his middle finger was loosely poised beneath, as if ready to penetrate her. How he resisted I do not know, but he did, and Crystal made herself decent again. I decided that I had better get back to the bar so that I would not be caught out. As I approached, I was immediately accosted by a man who was apparently staying at the same resort as we were. He recognized me and started going on about Crystal. He’d heard that she was going to be modeling in the show and he was trying to get me to talk about her, but I was still reeling from what I had just seen. Crystal soon approached us with another woman who she introduced as the make up girl, Carla. I played it cool as Crystal informed me that she had been discussing the fashion show with Lance, who was apparently the gay one, and Phil, the active fingered American. She didn’t mention the pussy touching episode before being led off somewhere else by Carla. A short time later Lucky appeared and introduced me to the other three models who would be working with Crystal. All three were local Jamaicans. The two men, Paul and Mickie, were tall, magnificently toned young men. I guessed Mickie was about twenty and Paul maybe a few years older and stronger looking. The girl, Mary was very attractive and she offered me a nice smile. I chatted with them for a while and I was back at the bar getting a fresh drink when Crystal returned. Mickie and Paul were all over her with their eyes when I introduced her, but the girl, Mary, seemed distant The two guys from the examination room approached, and the little gay fellow, Lance, began preparations for the show. I stood back listening, and watching Paul and Mickie checking out my wife. It was explained that they would be sharing the one change room and the boys seemed pretty happy about that. It put pictures in my mind also. Runaway Bay Crystal took me to the changing room, so that we could see the swimwear. The first thing that she did show me was what Carla had done to her pubes. She had made it much narrower and a little shorter than I liked, but it certainly looked sexy. How could any guy not be drawn to the southern most tip of what Carla had created? “Carla called it a Brazilian. Do you like it?” “It looks fabulous.” I said. A brief thought of a holiday in Brazil flashed thru my mind. “I don’t know how I feel about Mickie and Paul seeing it when I get changed?” Crystal said, with a sparkle in her eye. “You’ll be too busy to worry about it,” I think I said. Secretly I was hoping there would be plenty of time for both men to have a good look at her. I imagined her bent over and them having a look at her sweet little pussy from behind. And maybe they wouldn’t be able to resist touching her. One of them would spread her lips open and work a finger into her folds to find them nice and slippery. I was thinking of how big young Mickie’s hands were and how hot it would be for him deep in my wife’s tight little hole. I was thinking of the other guy watching while he finger-fucked her to an orgasm and left her pussy dripping wet for the next little bikini bottom she would have to put on. Meanwhile, Crystal was chattering about the various swimsuits she was to wear as she examined each set in turn. I snapped my mind back to reality; I looked at the swimwear which ranged in size from small to tiny. Except for a set that included what looked like a pair of hot pants. They had a center seam and I knew that Crystal’s pussy would look good in them. I saw how thin the material was and noticed that there was no lining in any of the costumes. Just the way that I like it. I returned Crystal to her fellow models, and left to find some food. Whilst eating at the bar I was joined by Manny, the resort photographer. I was happy to have some company, we chatted and had a few drinks. Crystal breezed by and told me to be ready for the show to begin. I gave her a little kiss and said to enjoy herself. There was no doubt that I was going to enjoy myself. Manny stayed with me and we found good seats near the end of the runway. We were right up against the raised platform. I could here some of the guys talking. They sounded American or Canadian; it’s hard sometimes for an English guy to tell the difference. None of the accents sounded like the New Yorker. “This is a great spot; they usually stop here for a moment, before turning round to go back. I had a great view last year, of pussy and ass and didn’t even have to move to watch them wiggle away. I’ve heard that this years collection is more see thru than last. It should be very interesting.” The music pumped up and someone hit the lights. Paul and Mary burst onto the scene, Mary with her tits bouncing and Paul with the biggest cock I’d ever imagined tucked to the side of his swim shorts. We could see the distinct contour of it. It was incredibly thick and although completely flaccid it was bent right across his groin. Mary looked good, but not as good as I knew my Crystal would look. They soon disappeared back behind scenes and Mickie and Crystal strutted out. Mickie lit the place up and after a few tentative steps; Crystal was giving it to us as well. Her sweet little boobs were wobbling with each thrust of her hips. As she approached us and turned, Manny and I were treated to a fine view up between her legs. The pink hot pants, were about as thick as a layer of skin. They were splitting her pussy lips and absolutely glued to them. Her wonderful globes soon came into view. It was then that I heard the guy behind me say, “Wow, I thought that her pussy looked good, but just look at that ass.” “Yes, I can’t wait to see those fleshy lips in some of the smaller stuff.” Another guy added. I knew that guys would be thinking things about my girl, but when they said it out loud, I wasn’t sure how I should feel. I did feel the beginnings of an erection, so I began to wallow in self pride at the comments. In a moment she was gone and the other two were shaking up the crowd. I knew that at that moment Crystal would be naked in front of a naked Jamaican guy. But I also knew that she would be back on the catwalk in a minute or so. “You know how lucky you are?” Manny leaned into me and said in my ear. I gave him a wink and he asked, “Don’t you mind guys talking about your woman like that?” “Would you if you had a woman like that?” “Well no, but what about guys seeing her naked?” I just gave him another wink and smiled. Crystal was on her way back towards us again. Although there was no center seam that cut up between her pussy lips with this outfit. It was more see thru and Carla’s handiwork was easy to view. As she reached the end of the runway, she spotted me this time. She looked down at me and smiled, then pushed her hips forward. I could see her pussy lips much clearer now. They looked so smooth and inviting. I had just begun to feast my eyes, when she turned to walk back. Virtually all her ass was on display and I just watched her buttock muscles flex and soften as she walked. I would have loved to push my face between those cheeks, but couldn’t. “See, I told you that it would get interesting.” I heard behind me. “I’m sure that I could see inside her gash.” his friend agreed. It was clear that the guys hadn’t spotted that she was mine. Manny leaned over again, “I heard about a promo film Lucky and Phil want to make. I’ll bet that they are going to ask your woman if she’ll star in it.” I just smiled at him and thought about the possibilities. Crystal and Mickie vanished again and a few minutes later they were back. The swimsuits were shrinking. “Love those little nipples!” Manny whispered into my ear. “I think the guy’s getting a hard on too!” The bulge in Mickie’s Speedo’s did appear to be growing, or maybe it was just the swimwear getting smaller as they worked through a few more designs. It made me think of what was happening back there in that little change room. I wondered if Crystal had noticed his expansion. A strange feeling came over me as there was a delay before Crystal and Mickie returned to present the next outfits. Just then, they stepped out, the items that Crystal was wearing was the smallest thing that I had ever seen her wear. It left very little to the imagination. The patch of fabric covering Crystal’s pussy was white and although it wasn’t quite transparent, the texture of her lips was clearly defined. The fabric molded over them and furrowed between them. I could distinguish the little hood covering her clit and as she turned, her legs opened to reveal that the tiny strip of material between her legs just about covered her lips. Anything smaller and her soft pink flesh would be on show to all. “Fuck me…” Manny groaned. His jaw was sagging and the excitement in his voice had melted into awe. I patted his back and his big white teeth flashed. Mary and Paul returned with Mary’s pussy and tits merely highlighted in hot pink mesh. Paul’s massive cock was lifting the waist band of his Speedo’s and it’s dark shadow was visible against his thigh. His swim shorts had never reduced in size. I don’t think it would have been possible for him to wear anything smaller. I guess he could have been rolled the monster up, but as it was, he appeared to be a little bit firm, and there was no way that it would have been contained in anything brief. Mickie and Crystal returned in matching yellow swimsuits. What Crystal had on just covered her nipples and clung to them as she shook her tits for the fifty or so men watching. The tiny patch covering her little treasure was completely see-thru. It was clearly smaller than the white one and it was inevitable that her lips would be on view in all their glory as she turned. In some ways I didn’t want the guys behind me to see her lips without cover, but another part of me wanted them to look and admire. As she stopped before me and thrust her hips forward, the material seemed to spread her lips and I knew that the guys behind could see her most intimate flesh, although I didn’t mind Manny looking. He had an appreciative eye. I couldn’t see who was taking the photographs, but there seemed a sudden increase in flashes. My cock seemed to have a mind of its own, it was becoming uncomfortable and in need of attention. As she turned, we saw that her fleshy lips were just spilling out of the grip of the material. The light caught the edges as she walked to emphasize how smooth she was in that area. That was the end of the show. There was a final bow with the little gay fellow joining in. A little while later I found Crystal in the crowd still wearing the tiny yellow bikini. She was glowing with excitement. "You look the sexiest that I have ever seen you. Everything you wore looked great and that tiny bikini, well, what can I say?" She kissed me and I collected her beautiful, slick with perspiration form and hugged her against my then receding bulge. Crystal left me, so that she could change into her dress, she returned to find me at the bar. We were joined by her stage partner, Mickie. I hadn’t been properly introduced as he wasn’t initially with Paul and Mary when I’d met them. Crystal introduced us. "Thank you for taking care of my wife.” I said “She told me how nervous she was until you helped her. I thought that your outfits matched perfectly and you both looked great," Crystal was glowing, she looked so horny. I wondered if she knew how much she had shown all the buyers. Mickie seemed a nice young guy. He said how much he enjoyed working with my wife and told us a little about himself over a few glasses of Champagne. "You haven't forgotten the photo shoot have you?" Mickie asked Crystal. "I thought that we had done that at the fashion show." "No, usually they have a photo shoot around midnight when only the invited guests are left. The idea is for two of the models to show how good the swimwear is at enticing their partner whilst sunbathing." "I don't remember anything being said about that," my wife said to me. "It will be in the contract that you signed,” Mickie suggested, leaving me to explain. "Now that you mention it, I do remember something like that," I confessed. Of course I knew full well what was in the contract and the little I’d heard about the photo shoot was interesting. I managed to get through the conversation without getting myself into trouble and Crystal gradually agreed to do the shoot with Mickie. A couple of hours later, I was mingling with a group of seven gentlemen in a lounge area set up with a beach scene under photographic lights with silver umbrellas. It all looked very professional. Manny had apparently missed the cut with the invitations, but I recognized the two older guys from the toga party. They both had cameras, as did everyone except Lucky. Phil appeared, together with Mickie and Crystal. Crystal wore the first outfit from the fashion show, baby pink hot pants and a bandeau top. Mickie had white Speedo’s contrasting brilliantly against his glossy black skin. He was an accessory though. All the men were looking my wife over as she laid down on one of the loungers. She lay on her front, giving a perfect view of her firm, succulent butt and with her long legs apart a little, there was also a fine view of the thin fabric cutting into her slit and molding to the soft curves of her pussy lips. Mickie started applying oil to her shoulders and back. His big, smooth hands were searching up her sides and I was willing him to cup her tits. She was lifting a little for him too. As his hand would massage from the small of her back upward, his long fingers would slip around and she was lifting her body, apparently making herself available to him. She looked remarkably relaxed. I got the impression that she had tested the Jamaican weed. Mickie could easily have slipped his hand around to cup her tits, but he denied us and moved to her legs. He opened them a little more, giving our small, exclusive group of men just a taste of what they wanted. He then began working the oil into her calves and up to her thighs. He oiled the outer sides of her thighs first and then his thumbs were sneaking in between them. Crystal’s body was again lifting for him. His fingertips were slicing within an inch of her pussy and she was, perhaps involuntarily, arching her hips as if offering herself to him. She began looking back at the men watching and photographing her. They were as intent on Mickie’s fingers as I was. He denied us again though. He abandoned her thighs and hooked his fingers under the edge and lifted the material up and over her butt, then massaged her flesh, using his thumbs to peal her cheeks apart. "Just look at the stretch in that fabric," Lucky said, and the cameras flashed. "Roll onto your back please, Crystal, let's see how good you look from the front." Crystal rolled over for us. "Just look how nice that looks gentlemen. Girls feel dressed while all the time us guys can see everything. Just look at the detail you can see of her pussy. That little Brazilian and smooth proud lips. Tell the guys how good it feels Crystal." Crystal looked over at me and I gave her a smile. She now knew how much the guys could see and also that I was happy with it. "It's so comfortable; I will definitely be wearing this on the beach," Crystal stated in her sales pitch voice. The men crowded in to get close ups of her nipples and her pussy. She smiled back at me as she let the buyers photograph her sexy body. Mickie was then instructed to apply oil to her front and to accidentally spill some on her to demonstrate just how see-through the fabric became. He oiled her legs and worked them open quite nicely again. Then he smoothed oil over her quivering stomach and her arms, before tipping the bottle of oil and allowing it to soak into her tight little pants. The fabric became virtually transparent. The pale color of her lips was visible and if not for her legs being open, stretching the fabric, the men would have been able to see her inner folds a little as well. Her tiny strip of pubic hair was then brilliantly defined and the men took turns to get in close and photograph her in that position. She looked over at me again. I gave her a loving smile and I wondered if she was able to see the affect of her display was having on my trousers. Crystal was then asked to oil Mickie up. He quickly lay down on his back, grinning up at my wife as she oiled her hands. His eyes then closed as her soft little fingers smoothed into his skin. From behind her pussy and her sweet little ass were available for the viewing pleasure of the men. She was bent over with her legs either side of the lounger and I thought Lucky was about to give into temptation. He was directly behind her looking directly at her pleasure giving zone and his cock was obviously hard. As she moved back slightly, to start on Mickie’s legs I had a mental picture of Lucky pealing the crotch of her panties aside and doing her right there in front of us. Crystal couldn’t have known what we could see and the affect she was having on the guys looking at the junction of her thighs. It was just the thought of her bent over with her pussy soaked in oil, and the thought of how easy she would be to penetrate like that, that nearly caused an accident in my trousers. Crystal soon had young Mickie’s reacting. She was teasing him and promising to touch it with each sweep of her oily fingers up the length of his thighs. It was bulging and flexing against the white stretchy Speedo’s and then she reciprocated Mickie’s oil spilling trick, tipping the bottle of oil, soaking his crotch, and instantly his long black cock came to full strength. I so wanted her to peal the fabric away and take hold of the thing. I cared nothing for fidelity right then and I would have loved to have her spread herself over him and take him deep into her belly. "Gentlemen, I think its time to see another of our wonderful examples of swimwear." Lucky announced. Phil escorted Crystal and Mickie back to where they were to change. Crystal’s expression at that moment was one of disappointment. The loungers were replaced with a large multi colored beach towel and after about ten minutes Crystal returned wearing the tiny yellow bikini she had on at the end of the fashion show, while Mickie had on matching yellow Speedo’s. Crystal first gave a little show of her own, rolling from front to back, splaying her legs and playing to the cameras. She was lying on her front when she asked Mickie to undo her top so she wouldn’t get imaginary tan lines. She was certainly getting into the acting mode. Mickie slipped the bow and pulled the tiny garment from her body, leaving Crystal topless, with just her nipples, hips and legs in contact with the towel. I could sense that she was feeling excited inside. I know that she loves it when guys admire her nipples and it was soon to happen. She rolled onto her back and gave the cameras a good look. The audience was lapping up her performance. They were huddled around, her snapping away with their cameras, while she arched back and displayed herself for them. Her nipples were more erect than usual, confirming my belief. Mickie made a little well of oil in her belly button, then started by dipping his finger into it in a suggestive manner then applying the oil to her stomach. He began lightly circling her belly using only the tips of his fingers. He did that for a moment, slowly and deliberately, until Crystal was forcing herself up against his touch, then he moved to her nipples. Standing there watching another guy play with my wife’s nipples, was awesome. His hand was so dark against her soft, pale skin. Her nipples were tight and she obviously loved the feel of his fingers and the gawping eyes of the men around her. I could almost feel the butterflies that she must have felt. The cameras had stopped. All the men were simply watching her being toyed with. Mickie had teased one nipple then had moved to the other. He had her chest lifting and he had her legs scissoring in anticipation. I could understand how she felt, when she took hold of his wrist and forced his hand down below her tiny oil well. He placed his finger to her pussy lips and softly rubbed the fabric between them. Crystal rolled her hips to meet the pressure he was applying. "Perhaps Mickie could show us how easy it would be to gain access to Crystal's treasure," Said Lucky. Mickie dutifully, pealed aside the fabric and gently spread her legs. I’m sure that I sensed a little assistance from Crystal. My wife was then displaying herself to the group of men. Their cameras started flashing again and she lay there with her legs open for their pleasure. I knew that she was really enjoying herself, and I enjoyed the sight together with the other men. The garment was digging into her flesh somewhat, until Lucky announced, "Who would have thought that anyone could remove a thong with a girl’s legs in that position? Please show them Mickie." Mickie tugged at the thong and it amazingly came away from Crystal’s body as if he had been a magician. He tossed the tiny garment into the crowd. Mickie’s hand first of all covered the view of her pussy as if teasing the crowd. Crystal’s hands were above her head in imaginary handcuffs. We all watched as Mickie’s middle finger began exploring the inner folds of my wife’s wet little pussy. He seemed to know just how she liked it. He worked her softly. He was responding to the movement of her hips. At times just rubbing into her folds, then suddenly forcing a finger up into her and firmly working the palm of his hand against her pubic mound. Runaway Bay As his hand slipped higher, his other hand took its place and his finger slid under her clitoral hood. Everyone in the room soon became aware that he had made contact with her sensitive bud. Crystal was responding both physically and verbally. She was grinding herself down onto his hand whimpering and quietly begging him to continue. The group of men stood staring at her as she was probed and rubbed to orgasm. Her face was a picture of pleasure. Mickie held his fingers in place and worked her through it. But she didn’t want any more finger stimulation. She forced his head down between her wide spread thighs. He dutifully pealed the lips of her soaking gash open and sunk his tongue in. He then went to work on her already happy clit. He used both hands to keep her pussy spread wide and he lapped and sucked on the sweet little button. His chin was being forced between her lips, and when he licked upwards, her hot, open tunnel was there for viewing. There were a few men taking photos, but most were leaning forward, with Lucky hanging over Mickie’s shoulder and watching intently. Mickie glanced back at his boss, then he slid his fingers in deeper. He forced both his forefingers into my wife’s oozing hole and pealed her open even wider. I wondered if she was aware of how many men were able to see deep inside her body. She gripped Mickie’s hair, to pull him back to her clit, but he resisted for a moment, and he held her open while a few of the other men leant in for a closer look. It was the two guys from the toga party. First one leant in as Crystal writhed against Mickie’s fingers. Her movements were opening her still wider. The old guy just looked deep inside her whilst rubbing the bulge that was his cock. Then the other guy replaced him and Mickie held her open while he had his share too. My wife’s eyes had remained closed as her body continued to squirm throughout the exhibition. It had all happened so quickly though, and Mickie went back to work on her clit, licking and sucking and again responding to her movements, until she convulsed into her second orgasm. At least my lovely wife was being rewarded for allowing the guys to view her. Crystal was spent. I’d seen that look many times before and I loved that she was laying there with her legs still wide open in front of a group of total strangers, with those flushed cheeks and that satisfied glint in her eyes. She seamed to have a sudden rush of energy, because she sat up and pushed Mickie onto his back. She straddled his legs and bent towards his throbbing erection. She pealed his Speedo’s down and closed her fist as best she could around the thick, smooth shaft, then started slowly stroking him. She stopped, then pealed back his foreskin, with her other hand, and exposed the shiny purple helmet for all to see. She kissed it softly and then opened her mouth over it and took it in. Her pretty head started bobbing and her soft little fingers lightly stroked his massive black balls. He was thrusting and gripping the towel. I watched him start to raise his hips, trying to fuck my lady’s mouth and she was moving against his thrusts and letting him do it. Her long blond hair fell forward with the bobbing of her head. Lucky leaned forward and held it in a sort of pony tale so that we could all view the proceedings. We saw that his cock had expanded and his balls had rolled up into the base of it. We all knew that he was close, but Crystal kept sucking on the purple crown. Her wet little fingers kept probing and massaging his ball sack, until we could see the heavy vein along the underside of his shaft begin to pulse. I knew right then my wife’s mouth was being flooded with the young black guy’s semen. She stroked him gently and allowed him to finish. Her slender neck softly gulped some of it in, but as she began to slowly bob her head again some of the thick, creamy fluid oozed from her lips and seeped down over his cock and her slender fingers. She moaned softly and swallowed again. Then she gently released the head of his cock and sat up. It looked to me that she had decided to fuck him, but the applause of the men seamed to make her change her mind. I met her eyes and responded to her silent question with a smile and applause of my own. There was another man’s cum dripping from her chin and down onto her breasts but I gave her a warm, loving smile and remembered that I also had a camera. How could I resist such a memento? She allowed me to take the photo, then gathered the corner of the towel and wiped her chin clean. As Crystal took a shower, the gathering of men moved on to Lucky’s office to discuss business, leaving me with Phil. He’d hung back to speak with me about a short film they wanted to do. I remembered that Manny had mentioned a promo film, He didn’t go into great detail but it did sound more porno than promo. I gave him a tentative agreement, pending Crystal’s final word. Looking back, he caught me at a vulnerable moment; my erection had only just subsided. Crystal returned to where I was making some horrible sounds on Lucky’s piano. She looked a little unsure of herself as she slowly approached, so I stood and met her to give her a big hug and kiss. "You were great; all the guys have told me how lucky I am. Phil has even talked us into a short erotic film that he wants you to star in." "Short erotic film?" "Yes, you'll be great." "There is no way that you are going to talk me into doing a fuck film." "Let's enjoy ourselves tonight and talk about it tomorrow." The party had well and truly broken up. Lucky and his associates were locked away and there were only a few hardened drinkers left at the bar. We both had a Cognac to calm our beating hearts and had one of Lucky’s drivers run us back to the resort. Another of the drivers was tired of sitting around and came along for the run. It was about two in the morning, by then, they had their ties loosened and their hats off. They sat chatting together in front while I gave Crystal a cuddle in the back. She was still buzzing and as horny as I had ever found her. She was rubbing the front of my trousers bringing my cock back to life. She took my wrist and pulled it to her groin. I was duty bound to give her some pleasure after all the pleasure that she had given me. As I moved my hand between her legs, the hem of her dress rose to the top of her thighs. She slid down in the seat and slowly spread her legs to give me better access. It was hard to tell whether a coating of the oil remained or whether it was her natural juices, but her pussy felt like a warm silk glove. Her neck was nuzzled into mine and I the smell of her perfume filled my head. I had almost forgotten just where we were until the passenger spoke to us. “Can we turn the light on?” I realized that they had been watching us. Uncharacteristically, Crystal made no attempt to cover herself, which in turn, enhanced my erection still further. I would have loved for her to give me a blow job while I fingered her for the entertainment of the guys in front but I lost my nerve. I decided that they could only watch me play with her pussy. “Sure. But don’t run off the road,” I said, “I’ll use the mirror,” The driver grinned, and he adjusted it as the internal lights were illuminated. The car was one of the larger BMW’s and had what seamed about five or six lights covering the foot well to the head-rests. . It was only a short drive so the guys didn’t get much of a show. I wondered if Crystal would object if I spread her pussy lips, to give the guys a better view. She clearly read my mind because as my fingers spread, so did her thighs. I was on the verge of cumming in my pants when we pulled into the driveway of our Hotel. Crystal’s thighs closed and I removed my sticky hand. “Thank you Sir, and of course you Madam, for the show.” “It was a pleasure.” replied Crystal. The evening had been the best foreplay that we had ever had. As soon as we were in our room I carried Crystal to the bed we fucked each other to a standstill. . After, we lay on top of the bed, reflecting on the fun that we had had that day. I was stroking her hair when I told her how much I had enjoyed her doing the fashion show and especially the photo shoot. She said that she was happy to do it for me, but wondered if she had gone beyond what I wanted her to do. I told her that she had turned every guy in the place on, but none more than me. I considered mentioning the promo film again, but chose not to, in case she refused. It was at breakfast the next morning that I chose to bring the subject up again. She still had that glow of contentment. And I have learned when to make my sales pitch over our time together. "You could really enjoy yourself making this film. The story line is that you are the wife of a rich older guy. They have had some damage caused to the roof during a recent storm. He knows that any workmen that do start work often fail to return the next day, or maybe they will arrive late the following day. The husband has hatched a plan to encourage them to do the work until completion. That's where you come in. You will be sunbathing by the pool so that they can see you from the roof. Every time that you have a swim you go to the pool shower. Instead of lying in a damp bikini you change into a different bikini. That's where we have a touch of product placement for Lucky's swimwear. You eventually work through most of his catalogue. And of course we will be amply rewarded." "Where is it that I have to get changed?" Crystal asked. "By the pool of course." "And am I expected to show them everything?" she said in a little girly voice. I knew that she was now hooked and so I went in for the kill. "You know that you love doing that, so why not get properly rewarded for doing it?" "What else will they want me to do?" In an even more childish voice. "That will be up to you, to a certain extent." "To a certain extent?" "Yes, they may expect as much as you did with Mickie, last night." "Will Mickie be one of the actors?" She said with a voice more akin to that of an adult. "I assume that they have him and Paul lined up. If it's a problem I can speak to Phil." At that time I had no idea of who the guys were going to be, but my cock was telling me that I had to persuade her. "Do you want me to do it?" Crystal asked, knowing that I could only blame myself should things not turn out as planned. "Yes of course. I want you to do it for me." "Then I'll do it for you. Do you think that they will let me have a copy of the film to take home?” she said excitedly. "Phil said it would take some time to edit and put the voiceovers on, so I gave him our address so that he can post us a copy." "When can we start?" She said enthusiastically. "Phil flies back to the States on Tuesday, so we start bright and early in the morning. He thinks that we can complete the actual filming in two days. The editing will be done back at his studio." "Let's try and find a place where we can get a bit of sun on my white bits." "You already have color on your top, don't you mean your tiny white bit." "OK then, let's try and find a place where I can get some sun on my tiny white bit." "I'll make enquiries at the hotel reception," I suggested, and I left to do just that. I met Carlton on my way there, and he offered to run us out to a beach that was suitable for nude sunbathing. Crystal was packed and ready when I returned to the room, and we were soon on our way. It was only a short drive and after directing us to the beach, Carlton left us to go back to his duties. We trekked through a little palm tree forest and between a few dunes and arrived at a small, secluded cove that was completely deserted. Crystal threw off her big t-shirt and ran straight into the water, naked. I stripped down to my swim shorts and followed. We had swim in the warm sea before going back to the beach and setting up camp. I looked around at the beauty of the place. It could have been a deserted island. The Caribbean was still the trees were swaying gently upon the breeze. There was no unnatural sound in the warm salty air. It was perfect tranquility and I was perfectly relaxed. I looked over to Crystal, lying naked on her back, soaking up the sun beside me. I felt so content. It was a good hour before the sound of voices interrupted our conversation about the events of the previous night. A group of youths had appeared a couple of hundred yards down the beach, kicking a soccer ball around. They slowly made their way in our direction. I could have warned Crystal that they were approaching but I felt a little naughty and chose not to. They were soon close enough to see that she was naked. "Hey Mon, what time is it?" one of them called out, and I told him. He claimed he couldn’t hear me, and the four of them came over and gathered around us. Crystal sat a little more upright and pushed her knees together. But she didn’t cover her top. Her tits were soon attracting their glances and so too was the top of her strip of pubic hair. They were trying to sell us some weed and I decided to let Crystal do all the talking. She always loved to bargain at markets, and I was more than happy to give them every opportunity to look her over. They were young and eager. After the initial moment of tentative sideways looks, the four of them had settled down and blatantly stared at her. The agreed deal was five dollars for some product. Crystal’s purse was next to me so I tossed it to her, slightly off target, forcing her to reach for it. It was just too far and she ended lying back on the sand unable to stop her legs spreading. I watched the look of joy on the boy’s faces. "Thanks for the bonus lady; we'll give you a little extra weed for the show,” the main boy said, and after the transaction, they were on their way. "Why did you leave all the talking to me? Here I am naked in front of four strange guys, and you leave me to do the talking." My wife scolded. "You were enjoying yourself, I could tell by the look in your eyes." "They may have raped me." "You might have enjoyed it." "You might have enjoyed watching them do me, you mean." She accused, but there was a hint of amusement in her eyes. She lay back and opened her legs. "If anyone else comes along, I'm just going to lie hear like this and let them look." "Even you, wouldn't dare." Daring her to do it. "You just watch me," she said, “If you don't do anything to protect me, I'll spread my pussy lips and beg them to fuck me." "OK, OK. I get your point." I conceded. Thus reprimanded, I went for another swim. I swam for about twenty minutes in the warm sea. I was tempted to give my cock some relief, but the thought of some wild fish having a bite of my bits worried me. When I returned, I saw that Crystal’s eyes were closed and the suns rays had colored her naked flesh. “It’s only me,” I smiled, as I approached her, as if emphasizing the fact that it could have been anybody admiring her body. Crystal smiled up from between her well spread legs and it seemed that I was forgiven. I settled down to watch the gentle waves rolling up onto the sand and I pondered on what was to come. About an hour after the visit from the four young guys, two of them returned. They’d appeared at the far end of the beach and were walking along the wet sand towards us. I spoke quietly to Crystal, but she appeared to have dozed off. They were walking along the waters edge, but as they neared they turned away from the water and headed for the path that we had used to get to the beach. That of course meant they would have to walk right by us. I thought about giving Crystal a nudge to let her know, but decided against it. . She had a corner of the towel folded over her eyes and she was breathing steadily enough to suggest she was soundly asleep. Her legs were spread sufficiently to give the guys a reasonable view. Her pussy lips were closed, and it reminded me of a clam shell turned side ways. I decided to allow them another look, as I would have appreciated a free view of pussy at their age. Thinking about it more, I would have appreciated it at any age. They were strolling along casually and chatting between themselves. They slowed as they approached our position. They had both locked on to Crystal’s pussy and didn’t even give me a glance, until what felt like a minute later. To that I responded with a steady gaze. “How was the weed?” one of them asked. “Haven’t tried it yet, but I expect that it’s up to the usual Jamaican standard,” I replied, keeping my voice low, and checking for a reaction from Crystal. The two of them seemed to understand where I was coming from almost immediately. They were both standing at Crystal’s feet, again unashamedly staring at her pussy. The same guy spoke again, more softly than before. “How come you’re so old?” he asked cheekily. “I’m not that old,” I replied, taken aback a little. “Is she your wife?” he questioned. At the same time, his direction of view changed slightly. He was now checking out Crystal’s breasts. “You look too old to be her husband.” “You look too young to be staring at a naked woman.” “We’re old enough.” the other guy said. “How old is that, fifteen?” I teased. “Nineteen! The first guy said. “And he’s eighteen.” “Yeah, well that’s about as old as you’ll live to be if she wakes up and finds you two staring at her like that,” I warned, then lay back down and pretended to ignore them. This of course allowed them time to view her further. I couldn’t decide if I enjoyed their viewing Crystal even more, when she adjusted her position slightly causing her pussy lips to open slightly. I almost asked if they had been treated to such a fine sight of any other European pussy. They stayed for a little longer, clearly hoping that she would move again, until I caught one of the boys gaze. He must have had a sense of guilt and left, but the other one lingered for a bit longer looking her up and down one last time before jogging to join his friend. They both disappeared into the palm trees. I stood where they had been so that I could re-live their view. I noticed that between Crystal’s lips was a little oyster of juice, nestling in the lower junction of her lips. I wondered if she was really asleep. A little later, Roy and Carlton arrived on the beach on a jet-ski. Crystal ran to meet them at the water’s edge. It was a thrill to watch her running naked across the sand. The two guys made no attempt to hide their interest in her beautiful body. I supposed that they were only human. They were on a break from work and had come to see how we were getting along. Crystal asked if she could have a drive, and the boys held it still for her to climb aboard. She seemed to have forgotten that she was naked. As she threw a leg over the seat she gave them a fine upward view of her pussy. They were grinning to each other and watching her closely. Roy slipped on behind her and cuddled up with his arms around her waist with his hands poised below her upturned breasts. They took off and were soon out of eye sight. About five minutes later they came around the headland. I assumed the guy had made the most of his opportunity. I stood chatting with Carlton and watching them skim across the little waves. They were out for another fifteen minutes before returning. Crystal looked great. She was sat astride the machine, her sexy body was covered in sea spray. She looked so fuckable. I couldn’t resist asking for a turn myself. Roy went with me, and maybe I rode a bit longer than Crystal had. I could see that her and Carlton had returned to our camp, but I couldn’t make out what they were doing. I just enjoyed the ride and took the jet ski back to shore after Roy had asked me to wind it up, as they had to return to the resort. Runaway Bay I got off, and grumpy looking Carlton hopped on, and they were off back to work. That evening, after discussing the impending film. I continued using my tongue on her clit and soft pussy lips until she reached orgasm. I slid over her body, with my cock as hard as it had ever been, begging her for information about what had happened with Roy and Carlton on the jet ski. I’d left it until then to ask and the anticipation had built to the point of desperation. She held my cock at the entrance to her pussy, but not quite touching her lips, then she softly whispered in my ear about deliberately letting the guys have a good look at her. She confessed that she had been awake all the time that the young weed sellers had been talking with me. She pulled me into her warmth then as I began to fuck her harder she confessed to letting them both have a feel of her pussy. The thought of that sent me over the edge and I erupted. Early the next morning we were being driven to Lucky’s mansion for the first of two days filming. Crystal was clinging to my hand. She appeared nervous. "I hope that you are looking forward to this as much as I am. And I hope that the camera shows just how beautiful you look today," I said to her, trying to reassure. She was ok. She gave me a little smile and slid closer with her head resting upon my shoulder. Her legs were soon parting enough to invite Carlton, our driver, to adjust his mirror for a look. I was feeling quite nervy myself as a matter of fact. It occurred to me that I was delivering my young wife for servicing by possibly several other men. Sure it was to make a film but it would be the first time watching another man’s cock enter her pussy and the first time watching a guys hips thrusting up between her legs. I closed my eyes and thought of the events of the photo shoot. The mental picture of her being held open for the viewing pleasure of many men, had flashed through my mind a thousand times since, and again I saw Mickie’s fingers hooked into her pussy and holding her open. I could almost taste the fluid that was seeping from her reddened flesh and oozing from around his fingers to form a little trail that pooled in the breach of her anus. I thought of the impending film, and of her being spread open like that on some huge screen in some basement belonging to the captain of a football team. He’d have invited the guys over for a few beers and they’d watch her being fingered and fucked by young black studs. How many of them would have wanted to put their cocks inside my wife’s inviting pussy as it was held open for their viewing pleasure. How many of them would have had to slip off to the bathroom and think about her as he stroked himself to climax. Just how much goo, could that view create throughout the world. I also thought of her mouth around a cock with her cheeks imploding to show the world how hard she was sucking. Then the head of his cock, pushing that same flesh outwards as the head moved against her smooth inner mouth. I thought of the way that I felt, and how I knew what his cock was experiencing as her tongue circled and swirled all over his purple dome, teasing the nerve ends and building the load of cum that was welling in his balls. And I could almost feel the first surge of sheer ecstasy shoot up the length of his shaft and that hot spurt of potent sperm splashing up into the roof of her mouth. I could almost see it flooding beneath her tongue as another thick, creamy gush spurted into the back of her throat. And I could feel my wife’s hot little mouth softly sucking on the head while his balls tingled and the bolts of ecstasy shot through his entire body. The picture of her being unable to contain all his creamy juice within her mouth after Mickie had filled it, and it bubbling from her lips as she took the meat further into her, flashed into mind again. I opened my eyes and found we were swinging around the drive in front of the main entrance. We walked through to the swimming pool, where we were greeted by Phil. He took us into a room that had been set up for monitoring, and he kicked back in his chair and began explaining, "I will be directing this film, and already I'm afraid we have one or two problems. We may not be able to start until late this afternoon." "What's the problem?" Crystal asked, obviously disappointed. "Our main problem is that one of our camera men hasn't arrived in Montego Bay yet, and it may be that he can't get here until about four this afternoon. That will only give us about an hour or so shooting the outdoor scenes. I like to use three cameras to get every angle, but at the minute will have only two." "Barry is a photographer at home, I'm sure that he could help." "I've never used one of the new digital style video cameras, I'm not sure." I confessed. The idea of actually filming Crystal being fucked hadn’t occurred to me before then. "Perhaps if we do a little test?" Phil suggested, and he left us momentarily, to return with a camera, which he handed to me. He ran through the basics, and it seemed easy enough to operate but I knew there was more to filming than pressing a button and pointing the thing. "Those cameras can work with much less light than the ones you may have used in the past, and the quality is superb. What we could do, is to have Crystal do a little acting and see how you manage. I'll be able to watch on these monitors." "What do you want me to do?" Crystal asked. "Bearing in mind the type of film we will be shooting, I think perhaps, you could do a little masturbation scene for us, Barry could get some nice close ups." Crystal was instructed to lie on the desk and act while I was to film. Phil sat before the monitors. The thought that he would see exactly what I showed him with the camera, filled my senses completely. As Crystal lay back on the desk and placed her feet on the edge, her dress slipped up to her waist. "Hold up stockings and no panties I see. Very nice, very nice indeed. Ok, roll camera," Phil instructed. I shot from between Crystal’s legs but focused on her hands as they massaged her breasts. Her nipples were already firm and she tweaked them through the thin fabric that covered them. I was showing that to Phil, thinking to myself how good it looked. Then at his instruction I followed the contour of her stomach to focus on her pussy. It felt quite surreal, I was looking at my wife’s pussy through the viewfinder of a camera and knew that Phil was enjoying exactly the same view. Her legs were open with her little dress above her pubes. She moved her legs wider and her outer lips parted to reveal her tender pink folds. The camera saw that she was already moist. The tiny droplets of lubricant glistened upon the surface of her tender flesh. The manicured finger nails came into view, initially hiding her pussy from sight, but then her middle finger slipped inwards, through the slit between her inner folds. The finger moved slowly, first just circling then also moving in and out between that feminine flesh, almost, as if stirring a little container of secretions. As she stirred, she exposed then hid parts of her inner pussy. The finger was coated with her juice up to the second joint. I moved in closer. Crystal reacted by moving her forefinger into shot. Both fingers then became coated and glistened in the bright light. Without prompting, the two fingers separated so that each held a lip. They continued to separate until the camera could see her inner pink depths. I was showing Phil, my wife’s most private and intimate flesh, spread open and completely exposed. Her fingers moved higher, and pulled the little hood away from her clit. Even I, had not seen her clit so clearly as my tongue would normally be where I was focusing. Phil was sharing that moment with me. I was concentrating on Crystal’s pussy, when Phil appeared beside me. He told her to tease her clit and he watched while she slowly circled it. "You are a natural, and that it a real photogenic clitoris… Barry, I want to see how you are at reacting to what is happening in front of you. You choose the angle that you think best and how close you need to be while the action unfolds." Phil’s thumbs replaced Crystal’s fingers and he opened and lashed his tongue through her groove, then went to work on her cherry colored clit. I saw that the first inch of his tongue appeared slick with her juices. I watched intently as he spread those juices over and around her clit. He soon had her writhing and moaning softly. I panned back, to capture the exquisite look on her face and the movement of her nipples beneath the soft fabric, as her body shuddered and flinched against the ministrations of a different tongue. She was close. She was clinging to the edge of the table and I knew that Phil had found exactly the right rhythm and pressure. "Yes Phil, just like that, Yes, Yes, Yes." And moments later, she exploded into orgasm. Phil’s arms were above his head, he held her legs behind her knees, high and open. I focused on her pussy and recorded the fluids seeping from her. I captured Phil’s profile, which showed the little beard of Crystal’s secretions on his chin. His face moved out of shot. I pulled back to film him wiping his face on the arm of his shirt, then reach down to the zip on his jeans. I had got completely engrossed by that stage and zoomed in. The screen was filled with his hand and zip. As the zip reached bottom, he unfastened the button off his jeans and pushed them away from his hips. As he stroked his cock, I could see Crystal’s pussy in the background., She was holding her own legs in place. His meat was only average length but it was fairly thick with a disproportionately massive dark pink mushroom of a head. He pressed it against Crystal’s soft, wet lips and leant forward so that the smooth round dome opened her slightly. Her flesh seemed to resist a little, but not for long. Once the mushroom was inside, it went deeper her flesh wrapped itself around his shaft. The first cock, other than my own, that I’d seen enter Crystal’s pussy and I was not only watching, but filming it. I zoomed in closer as he slowly inserted the whole length of it into her. It was spreading her lips and stretching them, forcing her fluids to ooze from around his shaft until his wild bushy patch of hair was pressed firmly against her smooth skin. I zoomed back again as his hips started thrusting. Until then it had been more like some crazy experiment, but now he was seriously fucking her with every intention of achieving his own orgasm. I sensed her limp, submissive body shuddering upon the force of his thrusts. He gradually built up the speed of his movements, I filmed her boobs being bounced at ever decreasing intervals. She seemed to be totally relaxed, she had reached that point beyond her orgasm where she just lays and allows herself to be used. But it wasn’t my cock using her pussy this time, it was the cock of another. I knew what he was feeling. I could feel the heat of her juices soaking into his balls and the warm, wet velvety feel of her outer lips splitting over the hairy base of his cock. His speed increased until it suddenly ceased. He ground his cock firmly up into her and pumped a few more times rapidly. "Crystal, Crystal, Your cunt feels so tight and I would love to fill you, but I don't want to make a mess down there for later. Will you to take my come in your mouth?" “Yes, Oh yes.” My wife said. He pulled out and moved to the other end of the desk. She lifted up on an elbow and turned to allow the guy to get at her mouth. His first spurt hit her cheek but the second sprayed directly into her open mouth and then she grabbed his shaft and sucked the head in. The guy bucked, squirmed and pumped the rest of his load in. "I think you've passed the test, you can be our stand in Camera Man," Phil said to me, panting a little. Crystal left us to clean herself up. Phil’s demeanor changed, “Thought it would be best to break any ice here before we start in front of the crew,” he smiled. “Did you mind?” I met his gaze steadily. There was some wild animal’s blood thumping in my ears. “If I do mind or if Crystal gives the slightest indication that she isn’t happy, you’ll know it because things will end very suddenly.” He held my gaze for a moment then his eyes lowered before he looked back up at me. “Fair enough,” he said, and there was sincerity in his tone and in the hand shake he offered. “That aside, I loved it,” I then said, smiling broadly. “I thought you were going to cum in her to be honest.” “Yeah, I wanted to. She was so fucking tight, hot and wet. But business first you know… can’t have that first close up revealing my goo dripping out of her when she’s supposed to be a sweet young wife. I think Crystal enjoyed taking it in her mouth. Did you see her wipe her face and lick her fingers just then when she was leaving?” “I missed that. Did she really?” I knew that she was just teasing him. “That’s what I saw,” Phil went on. “And you never know, after the filming, and assuming all is well with that, perhaps there’ll be another opportunity for me to fuck her? I’d certainly like to oblige and fill her belly with a nice big load of cum. It’s tough filming and not getting any so after a few days I’ll have plenty to offer.” “Don’t get too far ahead of yourself,” I chuckled. “She might be incredibly hot and sexy in her ways but she has a very strong mind of her own and you’re buttering up the wrong partner if you fancy something backstage.” Phil laughed and went on to detail some of the scenes to be shot that day. Crystal soon returned. He told her a little of what he wanted and needed from her. I would be filming from the roof initially. There was to be another cameraman there, who I could get some tips from. It meant that I would be looking down on Crystal, from the eyes of the workmen, as she swam and lounged about the pool. The morning’s filming was to be edited into various parts of the film. The scenes required Crystal to parade the various swimsuits. From above I watched her climb from the pool dripping and completely on display through the wet, clingy fabric. Phil was on the ground getting close up shots of her tight little nipples and her slender little strip of pubes. She would shower between each scene, and I filmed her stripping out of her tops and massaging her breasts and then pealing down her bottoms. I’d zoom in for a closer view of her sweet little pussy and ass when she would bend over. She had to walk from the shower to her lounger to put on each new swimsuit. Phil would be all over her with his lens. He would walk backwards in front of her and capture her tits bouncing gently as she walked. In the final scene Crystal gave a great performance as a young housewife sunbathing nude, applying sun cream to her body. She was instructed to keep her legs wide for that scene, by Phil, who ravaged her with his camera. He was between her legs, filming her fingers smoothing the cream into her thighs and pussy. He also paid particular attention to her fingers as she chased the cream around a nipple. Most of the crew just stood and watched her teasing Phil and his camera. After lunch Crystal was getting her make up applied for the bedroom scene, where I had been asked to act out my real life role, that of an older husband. I had enjoyed watching Crystal being filmed, but the thought of displaying my un-toned body to the world was something of a none starter. I pulled Phil aside, before he stepped into the room where Crystal was waiting. “I don’t think that I can do this scene,” I said to him. “What, stage fright?” he grinned. “Sort of, yes. Is there someone else you could get to do it? An older member of the house staff, perhaps? I could see that Phil was considering a likely candidate. I was off the hook. I was quite looking forward to seeing her with someone a little nearer to my age, so that I may evaluate her enthusiasm towards a more mature lover. “I think I know someone who would like to step into your shoes, if you had been wearing any in the scene.” He said with a wry smile, he winked and pulled out a cell phone, to contact the lucky man. I worried that I may feel uncomfortable, standing by, while Phil fixed my wife up with a lover, so I made my way to my filming position. Up on the roof, I found Alex, the other camera man, pulling the skylight away from the bedroom roof. Crystal was soon escorted in, and left to get comfortable on the huge bed. She looked up towards me and smiled. She looked fabulous as she spread her honey colored body over the pale blue silk sheets. ‘Action’ was called and we watched as her hands slid slowly over her breasts, creating suckable little raspberries on her chest. She was giving a fine performance of a woman in need of some attention. Her legs were opening and closing but when her hands slipped lower and began rubbing her thighs they opened wide and remained that way. I could see the fluids glistening between her fleshy pussy lips. It seemed that the morning’s activities and the pending sex scene were having the desired effect. I wondered just how close Alex had zoomed in to her body when I watched her fingers slicing into her folds and working her juices over her lips and clit. Crystal had been priming herself for quite a while and I recognized that she was in the mood for sex. We had recorded plenty of her self pleasuring, when my replacement was cued into the scene. Lucky was the new man for the job. He approached and stood at the end of the bed watching my wife at work. From above I could see that she was looking him in the eyes. Her hands first rubbed her breasts then slid over her belly until she had a finger from each hand at the entrance to her pussy. While still watching his face, she opened herself to encourage him to join her. He knelt on the bed for a moment watching her ministrations. She released her pussy lips and held out her arms towards him. After a brief kiss on the mouth he slid his lips down over her belly to her pussy. It was a strange sight; my wife was naked and spread-eagled on the bed with her pussy being obscured from view by the back of Lucky’s head. She remained spread-eagled until his hands went beneath her thighs and lifted them until her knees were against her chest. He held her legs wide while he continued his work at her groin. I knew the view that Lucky was having and at that moment felt quite jealous of him. Crystal’s eyes rolled. She wasn’t acting either. I could see the genuine bliss in the expression on her face and I could see that she was attempting to lift her pussy still further giving him absolute access to her. He had her on edge in no time, her hands were placed on the back of his head, symbolically letting him know that he was doing things right. I watched her face as she reached her goal. God, she looks sexy when she comes. Alex then informed me that she wasn’t supposed to come in that scene, confirming that it had been real. It also explained why she hadn’t been more vocal. As she recovered she pulled his head towards her face so that he may be rewarded for his fine work. I knew that his mouth would taste of her, and I found that so erotic. My cock was painfully hard. I felt so aroused that I wished that I had chosen to do the scene after all. Lucky had worn one of his colorful dressing gowns. We could see from above, that it had spread. I assumed that he was naked beneath. This was soon confirmed when the robe was thrown aside. Alex filmed the back of his naked boss as his hips ground into Crystal. She looked a few shades paler than Lucky and the differing skin color looked very photogenic. I saw that she had placed her feet flat on the bed, so that she was able to thrust her hips in time to meet his movements. From her facial expression, I was able to tell that she was not disappointed with the efforts of her older lover. I hoped that she had that same expression when I was in the position of Lucky. I decided to check her face, the next time we made love.