Story 29 #2
His hand beneath her dress pushed up to her pussy, pushed her panties aside, and found the wetness of her pussy, spreading her lips, rubbing at her, teasing her before moving to her clit, pushing at it and moving back and forth, moving in small, circular motions. He slid the tips of two fingers into her and felt the wonderful, warm wetness of her pussy. Her body shuddered, and she moaned, and then she was bending down to his cock, kissing its sides, licking at it, and then she took it in her mouth, sucking on it, her head moving up and down along its shaft.
He gasped. Her technique was incredible. He felt as though he was realizing now what he had been missing out on all these years. One of his hands stroked the back of her head, and his other hand slid down the front of her top and grabbed hold of one of her breasts. He found the nipple and tweaked it, filling it stiffen beneath his touch.
Then, she raised her face, licking her lips. She straightened up on her side of the car and reached beneath her dress, slipping her panties off.
Then, she climbed over onto his side, straddling him. His hands slid up her thighs, and then one of his hands found her pussy again, playing with her, pleasuring her.
She moaned as she looked into his face, and then she pulled the top of her dress down, exposing her sumptuous breasts.
His other hand went to one of them, squeezing it and massaging it, and he bent down to suck on the other one, his tongue flicking at the nipple. She was moaning now, grinding herself up against his fingers, and then one of her hands was there, pulling his hand away, and then she was taking hold of his cock, guiding it to her, and then she was pushing down on it, pushing her pussy down onto it, filling herself up, and she was so warm, so wet, it was a wonderful sensation. They looked into one another's eyes, and she held him there, deep inside her. His hands went to her ass, squeezing it, and then she began to ride him.
Her hips rocked back and forth gently at first, but then she was grabbing his seat, holding herself there as her hips pistoned back and forth, as she cried out, as the car rocked.
He pushed his face into her breasts, feeling their wonderful softness as she rode his cock harder, faster, and then he raised his face to look into his eyes as he came explosively, filling up her pussy with his cum.
She stayed on him, rocking back and forth gently, for several moments, as though draining the last of his cum from him, and then she climbed down from him, sitting back in the driver’s seat, both of them gasping, panting, before pulling their clothes back together.
“Well,” she said, “happy birthday.”
“But it’s not over yet,” he replied, as he stroked her thigh. She smiled at him.
She then pulled out and drove back to her place, and as soon as they were inside, she led him into the bathroom where they stripped one another naked and climbed into the shower, cleaning themselves and each other. He dropped to his knees, pushing his face between her legs, lapping at her pussy, tasting her, the tip of his tongue working on her clit. She was moaning again, crying out again, and it was a wonderful sound.
Then, he got to his feet and led her out of the shower, bending her wet, glistening body over the bathroom sink. His arm went around her waist as he pushed his cock into her from behind. He looked at their reflections, at her breasts bouncing wonderfully, as he pounded away at her pussy, him in full control now, till he came again.
They'd had a lot more fun that night, bringing one another to unimaginable heights of pleasure, but she had let it be known that this was more of a one-off thing. She had told him that if they ran into one another again, then there was every chance of a repeat performance, but that she wasn't looking for anything more.
He had felt good about it. If this was what was out there, waiting for him, then he felt as though the world was a lot more full of opportunities than he had realized.
However, things just hadn't seemed to work out that way, and it had seemed as though that was more of a one-off. His life had become more focused on work, and that was what had led him to come on this trip, to focus on work and get away from the frustrations and noise of his daily life.
Now that he was down here in this hotel, though, he found that he was getting distracted by the thought of all the partying going on. There was a part of him that tried to remain sensible and serious, thinking to himself that his annoyance was due to the fact that there would be a lot of noise. However, the truth was that there really wasn’t that much noise, and a part of his annoyance was down to jealousy. A part of him wanted to be out there, having fun.
Whenever he left the hotel, he seemed to see hot young women out there, and he would look at their tight bodies, imagining getting his hands on them, feeling how good they would feel - soft in all the right places, firm in all the right places, their skin smooth, their bodies lithe.
He found himself getting increasingly distracted as he thought about this, and he told himself to stop it. He told himself that there was really no point in thinking like this. These gorgeous young women wouldn’t be interested in him, after all. He was sure that they would look at him and think that he was too old, too boring.
But then he looked at the young guys, and he didn't think that there was really anything so special about any of them. He thought that he dressed better than they did, that he had a better physique than a lot of them, and that he knew how to behave. While they were running around making a whole lot of noise and trying to get attention, he had a more mature outlook. He could look at these young guys and see them making every kind of mistake that young guys usually make, and it made him smile to himself. But the idea that they would act like this and then get the girls only made him feel frustrated.
He found himself looking at the screen of his laptop, thinking about all of the people out there having fun, thinking about the fun that he wanted to be having. He felt his cock stirring in his pants even as he knew that it was hopeless, that this wasn’t his world and that he had no way of entering it.
Suddenly, he realized that he wasn’t getting any work done. He was just staring at his screen. He told himself that he needed to get out of there, to get some fresh air. Deep down, he knew that a part of this was wanting to see just what was going on out there, to see what kind of partying was happening, even if he knew that he could never really be a part of it.
Perhaps he had timed it wrong, but when he began walking down the main streets, he was surprised to see that there really wasn't much going on.
In the end, he found himself walking down a stretch of beach that was largely empty.
He stopped and looked out at the ocean, just thinking about his life, where it was going, and what he wanted from it.
Behind him, there were a number of expensive-looking villas. A part of him wondered what it would be like to have the kind of money to buy a place like that. He was successful, but he knew that he wasn't in that league. Not even close.
“Hey!” he heard a woman’s voice call out to him from behind, shaking him out of his thoughts, “What are you doing?”
He turned around and looked back at the villas that he had just been thinking about. On the balcony, he could see a woman with blonde hair looking down at him. She was too far away to make out any of her features.
“What?” he called back at her.
“What are you doing just standing there? You’re ruining the view!”
He felt a momentary annoyance, thinking that this woman was behaving in a very entitled way.
“Well, what do you want me to do?”
"Why don't you come up here and join us? Then you can enjoy the view."
He thought about it for a moment. It was hard to tell from this distance just how hot this woman was, but he certainly liked blondes. He decided to give it a go.
“Sure,” he said, and started walking back to the villa.
There was a back gate that he pushed open, and then he followed the stairs up to the balcony. When he got there, he was stunned by what he saw and certainly glad that he had made the decision to come up here.
There were two young women here, presumably some of the people there to party, and they were both incredibly beautiful.
They both looked as though they were about nineteen years old, and they were both wearing bikinis beneath open bath robes. The blonde woman introduced herself as Mary. Her friend, who was standing back slightly, just watching, introduced herself as Katy.
Mary was incredible. She had a honey-colored tan and a healthy glow. Her blonde hair was light and cascaded down her back. She had dimpled cheeks and an almost wholesome look about her, with her small nose with its smattering of freckles and her big, blue eyes. But when her long lashes would flutter, he could see that there was something wicked going on behind those eyes. Her lips were full and sensual. She smiled at him in an eager, friendly way.
Her body was tight and athletic - flat stomach, toned legs, and good-sized breasts.
He looked at her, and he wanted her.
Katy came in slightly closer, and he turned to get a better look at her. She was slightly shorter than her friend. She had light skin, almost pale, that contrasted wonderfully with her long, black hair. Her body was also incredible, with slightly more curves than her friend's. Her breasts were full and ripe, and he was amazed that her bikini was keeping them in check as they seemed ready to spill out at any moment.
Her face was beautiful, slightly oval with big, green eyes, and red lips.