Story 11 #2
He pushed his pants down. Now, she was only wearing her G-string and he was only wearing his boxer shorts.
They came to one another again, kissing again, their hands on the naked skin of one another’s bodies. He played with her breasts, with her ass. His hands slid over her stomach, down to her thighs.
He wanted to feel all of her.
Her hands were on his muscles, on his ass, and then they moved around to the front of his body and grabbed hold of his cock. He felt as though he might go off at any moment as she jerked him off.
He pushed his face down between her breasts and then began to suck on them, moving from one to the other.
One of his hands was on her stomach, and she grabbed hold of it with her free hand and pushed it down into her panties. He could feel her wetness as he began to play with her. Her loud moans of pleasure only spurred him on.
He pushed her down onto the bed and pulled her G-string off, pushing his face into her wet pussy, tasting her, licking at her.
Then, he got to his feet, licking his lips and tasting her.
She sat up on the bed and pushed his boxer shorts down, and he pushed his cock into her mouth, just as she was leaning forward to take it all.
He watched her beautiful face sliding back and forth along his shaft, watched his cock disappear into her mouth, and it was an incredible sensation.
He grabbed her and pushed her back onto the bed.
He climbed between her legs, his cock hard and ready for her.
He pushed himself into her as she spread her legs, wrapping them around him.
He began fucking her hard. He had wanted to take it slow, but he was driven wild, in a frenzy, needing her, wanting her.
Her body shook with every stroke of his cock until he came inside her.
He collapsed, panting.
He took her in his arms and held her till he was ready to go again - and this time he did take his time. This time he explored her body and used his fingers, and his tongue, to bring her to whole new levels of pleasure. They spent the entire weekend like that, barely leaving the bed. Sometimes, they would decide that they needed a shower, and they would head in there together.
They would clean one another, their hands exploring one another, and then their hands would find the place where they wanted to be, where they would linger.
She would jerk him off before dropping to her knees to take him in her mouth again. He would pull his cock out of her mouth at the last second, covering her face with cum, watching her licking it off her lips as it dripped from her face.
Then he would go to his knees and push her back against the tiled wall of the shower, spreading her legs, his tongue working into her pussy.
When they had finished the shower, when they had pleasured one another, he would push her up against the sink, where she would put both of her hands down on it as he entered her from behind, her breasts bouncing as he fucked her, both of them looking at themselves in the mirror.
Things had carried on like that, even after they had got married. They kept finding new ways to pleasure one another, and it still felt just as fresh, just as exciting, as it had in that first wild, passionate, weekend.
Now, as they neared the ocean and there was no mistaking the smell, Mike kept thinking about how much fun they were going to have here together. He kept thinking about her in her bikini, and how much fun he was going to have taking it off her.
At last, they pulled up at the hotel. It looked just like the photos they had looked at when they were booking it, and Mike was relieved about that. He didn’t want anything to spoil this trip, after all.
They checked in and carried their luggage up to their room.
Mike sat down on the bed and patted the space next to him.
“Why don’t you come and sit down with me?” he said to her, trying to sound as casual as possible.
“I’ve got a better idea,” she said, “why don’t I have a shower and get changed, and then we can head out to have a look around the place, what do you say?”
“I say that I have a much better idea about how we can spend our time.”
She came over to the bed. She leaned down, her breasts almost falling out of her dress.
Her face was close to his. She leaned in and kissed him slowly on the lips.
“All good things come to he who waits,” she said in a soft, seductive, tone.
Then, she turned and walked to the bathroom.
He was tempted to go and join her in there, but he knew that she was enjoying the anticipation and that it would certainly be worth it when they finally got the sweet release that they both wanted.
He was doing his best to be as restrained as she was. However, it was hard to do when she walked out of the bathroom, her body still glistening from the shower water, wearing a very skimpy little black string bikini. He was amazed that it was able to hold her breasts in check, and the little patch of material at the front seemed to barely be able to conceal her pussy.
She walked past him as he stared at her, and he turned to see the way that her ass was on display. He wanted to reach out and grab it right then. But, then she pulled out a simple, light, red dress and slipped it on, covering herself up.
She turned to him with an innocent look on her face, as though she didn’t know exactly what she had been doing to him.
“Ready?” she asked him.
“I guess so,” he said, getting to his feet. He told himself that he had plenty to look forward to, and as soon as he got that dress off her later he was sure that the fun would really begin.
They headed out, walking along the boardwalk in front of the beach. They breathed in the sea air and looked out at the ocean, listening to the waves crashing on the shore.
When they reached the end of the boardwalk, they found themselves in a neighborhood full of large mansions. They decided to go for a walk through them, wanting to check out the impressive homes and daydream about how, one day, they might live somewhere just like that.
The streets were wide and curved. They kept looking around, trying to get their bearings, and they would have to work out which direction to ocean was in to make sure that they knew which way to go to get back to the hotel.
They were walking hand-in-hand, and both of them were just starting to think about heading back when they turned a corner and found themselves at a dead end. There was only one house here, surrounded by trees, and nowhere else for them to go.
“I guess that maybe that’s a sign that it’s time for us to head back,” Mike said.
“I guess that maybe you’re right,” Sue agreed.
However, just as they were about to turn around, a man came out of the front door of the house.
They paused for a moment as they saw him in the distance, and then he waved at them. He seemed to be calling out something to them, but they couldn’t quite make out what it was.
“I guess we’d better go and see what he wants,” Mike said. The two of them headed over to the man.
As they drew close, Mike noted that this man looked as though he was in his late thirties, but also looked as though he took care of himself. He was well-built - slightly taller and bigger than Mike. He was ruggedly good-looking, with a tanned face, slight stubble, and sandy-blonde hair. He was smiling at both of them as they approached.
“Well,” Sue said under her breath, “who have we here?”
“See something you like, do you?” Mike said, teasing her. They had always been honest with one another when they found someone attractive - in fact, they both seemed to find it a bit of a turn-on to talk about such things.
They got closer to the man.
“Hello, there,” he said with an easy, friendly, smile, “I just saw you wandering around and I thought that you might be lost. It’s a bit of a maze out here!”
“Oh, no, we’re fine!” Mike said, “We’re just in town for a few days and having a look around, but we seem to have come to the end of the road here, so we were just about to head back.”
“Ah, I see! Well, it doesn’t have to be the end of the road. It’s a nice day, why don’t you come and hang out by the pool with us? We can get to know each other a little bit better.”
Mike wasn't sure how to respond to this, but in the end, he didn't get a chance.
“Sure!” Sue said, sounding a little bit too keen. Mike looked at her, but her eyes were on the new man.
“Great!” he said, “my name is Phil, by the way.”
They introduced themselves to him and then he led them through the house and out to the garden.
The garden was large and surrounded by tall trees. They seemed to be completely isolated out here.
There was a swimming pool right in the center of the garden, and Mike noticed a woman sunbathing by it.
She turned to look at them, taking her sunglasses off, and then she got to her feet to come over to meet them.
She looked as though she was about the same age as Phil, and looked as though she took care of herself in the same way that he did. She had long, light blonde hair, a beautiful face with high cheekbones, big, blue, eyes, and dimples in her cheeks.
She was slim and toned. Her legs were long and she had good-sized breasts.
She was wearing a light-blue bikini, and Mike found himself wondering if her tan extended beneath her bikini. Suddenly, he felt as though this was something that he really, really, wanted to find out.
“Hello, hello,” she said in a sultry voice as she walked over to them, “and what have we got here?”
“These are some new friends of mine that I found walking around outside, dear,” Phil said. He introduced them to her, and she introduced herself to them as his wife, Jess.
Mike noticed that her attention seemed drawn to him, and he had to admit that he was quite enjoying that. He also noticed that Phil seemed to be giving Sue his full attention, and Mike was surprised by just how much he was enjoying that as well.
“Well,” Jess said, taking his hand in hers, “why don’t you come and sit with me and tell me all about yourself?”
Without waiting for a reply, she led him over to a table and chairs.