My Last Night in Tenerife
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A dinner party on my first night with Dave and Claire was a bit of a surprise, but then, they did have an active social life on the Island. I'd been so pleased to accept their invitation to stay for a week or two. Since Gill left me, life had been a little mundane, to say the least, so some time with old friends in the warm sun was something I was not going to let go by. Gill and I had met Dave and Claire as we moved into the same block of flats on the same day. We'd also booked the same removal company. A little confusion had reigned and we had quite a few visits to each other to redirect wrongly delivered boxes and that kick-started our friendship.
Most memorable was the small suitcase. I noticed it late that night. At first, I thought it must be Gill's, just one I hadn't seen yet in our year together. I opened it and began to think there was more to my wife than I had realised. The leather corset was the first surprise! In fact, the whole case was filled with risqué little numbers with a slightly ‘Dom' theme. We took it round to them the next day. There was a little nervousness but they didn’t ask if we’d opened it.
Years later, when we were firm friends we told them one drunken night.
“Have you still got it?” I had asked. Claire left the room and I thought I’d overstepped the mark, but she returned minutes later in the leather corset, boots and crystal set thong.
“Not only has she still got it, but still wears it!” exclaimed Dave, obviously delighted at Claire’s handling of the situation. She stayed in the outfit until we left. I think it was Dave’s lucky night. I could never look at Claire in the same way again. I have to say I always wondered what it would be like ….
Still, I digress. The dinner party on the Island was predictably an all couples affair, except for me. Ken and Karen were their next door neighbours. Ken was in his fifties, Karen early thirties, blonde and slim, and in a very short dress. Roberto and Maria were locals and partners with Dave in the executive car importing and leasing business he had set up on the Island. Roberto was a fun guy, Maria was, er, full figured, with a very well displayed top shelf. They were going to stay over as well. Sue and Annabel completed the guest list. Sue frequently worked with Claire to produce the magazine articles she wrote. She was forties, not slim but not oversized either, dressed in a white, linen trouser suit. Annabel was much younger, slim, tanned with long glossy black hair, designer dressed from head to toe, and very obviously the apple of Sue’s eye. I felt it was a bit ironic for me as Gill had left me to explore her lesbian urges.
All that said, it was a fun and lively event. We dined on the terrace under a roofed area by the pool. Wine flowed, as it always would with Dave and Claire. The conversation never faltered. I was seated next to Karen, which was fine by me as her short skirt left a lot of very nice looking thigh to be viewed. We chatted about this and that, found we went to the same Uni, but at very different times, and generally, she was a warm and welcoming person.
At one time Karen knocked her spoon onto the floor, it clattered loudly on the tiles, stopping the conversation. She bent down to retrieve it and in doing so put her head into my lap.
“Karen! Leave it until after dessert!” joked Dave.
“Your lucky day,” added Ken with a loud laugh that I joined in with while thinking, ‘Did she really need to push herself back up with her hand there?’
We faded from the table onto the rattan settees with overstuffed cushions and more wine was served. Dave put on the chill out music and the chatter continued. It was a warm clear night with stars up there somewhere. I was very relaxed for the first time in a long time and I couldn’t stop my mind wondering onto sexual themes.
Sue and Annabel were the first to leave. As they walked away Sue’s hand was giving Annabel’s shapely arse a good fondle. ‘If only…’
Surprisingly, Ken was next, citing an early morning flight to the next island. Karen stayed, well they only lived next door.
I had flown in over the Friday night into Saturday morning and, although I had slept a little on the plane, the hour and wine set me yawning. I made my excuses and slipped away to my room. It was upstairs, at the side of the villa looking up towards the mountains. The double French doors opened onto a roof terrace. I left the doors open with the shutters pulled closed, letting the room, and I, cool down. I undressed and just lay on top of the bed, intending to read a few more pages of my book on the Kindle.
I guess I may have dozed.
“This is where you went to," said Karen. I think it was her clicking my room door shut that woke me. My first instinct was to cover myself, but my clothes were over there on the chair, my dressing gown was on the back of the door and I was lying on top of the bedsheets. The solution was in my hand. I placed the Kindle over the parts that mattered.
‘Shame Kindles are so small, LOL,’ I thought. Karen didn't seem in the slightest bothered by my state of undress and came and sat on the left of my bed, feet on the floor and those long legs angled towards me, knees together.
“Sorry, just a bit tired from not sleeping very much last night,” I responded. I could not help but look at those long tanned thighs and the channel between them that went into the tunnel formed by that short, tight dress.
"Short isn't it!" she said, catching the direction of my gaze. "My first husband won't let me wear anything like this. If we went on holiday I had to wear a one-piece swimsuit that my Gran would have thought modest! I used to hide short skirts in my wardrobe and wear them when he wasn't there. Short skirts to me are still a naughty pleasure. Ken's different, he wouldn't care if I walked down the street naked.”
“We’ll you certainly can wear things like that,” I stumbled, hoping it didn’t come out wrong.
“What are you reading?” she asked picking up the Kindle, her hand brushing my cock as she did so. “Bet it’s porn.”
“A big boy’s toys story about an Apache helicopter pilot in Afghanistan, actually,” I replied with a grin. She gave a slight shrug and put the Kindle down on my stomach.
I like a man with some grey in his hair,” Karen said, looking at my face, but her hand slipped down from the Kindle and started to twirl my pubic hair between her fingers. I wondered which hair she meant, but then thought it was true about both. Despite being tired, something was stirring. I was looking at her thighs again. With her first two fingers still twiddling my pubes, her little finger reached out and tricked my cock. I couldn’t resist, I could see no reason to. She had come to my room, I didn’t know her or her husband well, so I could only assume this was all OK. My left hand moved to her knee and from there, slid between those smooth, tanned thighs up towards her hem line. There I hesitated, not to sure I should carry on.
“I wondered how long it would take you,” she said licking her lips. “Don’t stop there..” She edged closer and my hand moved up to the top of her leg. ‘Oh, sweet heaven!’ I thought.
“Did you guess while you were sitting next to me?” She was looking me straight in the eye.
“I may have hoped, but didn’t guess.”
“I love to do it, it sends Ken wild to see me talking to other men when I have no panties on under a short dress.”
“Did he know tonight?”
“Of course, he checked me at the door on the way out.”
“And he’s gone home leaving you here?”
“He’s probably wanked for Britain by now. That’s why I am here with you.”
My finger traced the join of her lips. She was warm, her lips parted easily and she just gave me a relaxed smile in response. By now her hand was fully engaged with my cock and it was enjoying every moment of her attention, rising nicely in response. She stood and undid the clasp at the back of the neck of her dress. The top dropped to her waist and a little tug eased the rest over her hips. She stepped out of her shoes and the circle of material then knelt across me, straddling me across the top of my legs. Her left hand held my cock against her pussy and her right hand started to squeeze her nipples.
“I’ll help you with those,” I said and started to squeeze her free nipple.
“Nice! How long since you had a fuck?” We had talked through my ‘situation’ at the dinner table, as lightly as I could, so she knew it could have been a long time. As she asked she held my cock against her pussy and rubbed her lips along it.
“About a year, “ I replied very honestly.
“A year and a very few moments, I think,” Karen replied, rose, and I was in her.
“Don’t hold back, you need to cum in me,” she added starting a rigorous riding action.
If I had not been so surprised by the whole encounter I probably would have cum right then. The feel of hot, wet, dripping pussy around my cock had become so unusual and coupled with the sight of a slim, sexy body rising and falling on me was just beyond my imagination.
“Don’t hold back, cum in me,” she purred and quickened her efforts.
I tried to hold back, I wanted to give her a chance to cum, but …
I pumped.
A year’s worth of frustrated cum shot up my shaft and into her.
Her smile said it all.
"Lovely! And thank you, kind sir!" She circled her arm in an old time salute.
I thought I’d been shit, but she was so pleased. It did not compute. I looked puzzled.
“I can take Ken his favourite type of pie,” she said by way explanation, touched the end of my nose with her finger and a wicked grin spread across her face. “You’re around for a week or so, aren’t you?” I nodded. “Good, we’ll do this again then!”
Karen lifted off me, put her dress on covering her gorgeous figure, kissed me on the lips while her hand jiggled my softening cock and left. I dropped back onto the bed, not sure if I was relieved, used, or what. Sleep came quickly.
I awoke to giggles.
Other than the consistent giggling there was only the chirping sound of the cicadas and it was very dark. There seemed to be two people in my room, both climbing onto my bed, one close to my head, one next to my legs. I noticed a perfume, a rich, deep, musky scent that Maria had been wearing when we sat on the settees early. Two large, warm and full breasts were pressed into my face. I could not help but feel them with my hands.
“Suck the nipples,” said a voice, but it was Claire’s.
My hand went out and found the bedside light, a skill honed by thousands of hotel stays in my career and light fell on what was happening. Maria knelt sideways across my face, her ample, full breasts, with exceptional nipples, being stroked over my face. Away to the side, I could just see Claire, dressed in that leather corset and now I could feel her hand on my cock. They were both giggling with the drink.
“Just so you know you can only suck and squeeze Maria’s tits, nothing else,” said Claire, “but I’m going to do with you what I’ve wanted to do since the day you brought that case back!”
Maria began to feed me one nipple to suck, then pull it out of my mouth with a pop and feed me the other one. They were not just large but gorgeously chewy and backed up with a large, warm, cushion of tit. I could see little, just glimpses when Maria pulled upwards to pop her nipple out of my lips. But I could feel. Claire's hand was around the base of my shaft, rubbing up and down a little, while she licked and then sucked my helmet. Rather pleasingly, and despite its earlier exercise, my cock was well up for it and was soon hard and throbbing. You wait a year and two come along, one after the other!
Maria balanced herself on one hand and the other slipped inside the front of the small g-string she was wearing. She obviously liked a brisk, side to side rub and began to moan. She started a prolonged ‘mmmmm’ sound, with a bit of modulation.
“That looks divine and ready for me,” said Claire. She held me upright, I felt her move position and then my cock was consumed into a hot wetness. She began to ride me, with slow and gentle ups and downs, as if appreciating something she had yearned for. I wanted to reach and touch her, but both hands were needed to control Maria tits. I squeezed them together which made the nipples stick out even further and helped Maria aim them to my mouth. She was rubbing faster and ‘mmming' louder. Suddenly just as I was expecting Maria's nipple to be pulled away, she shuddered and slumped down onto me. There was a serious concern of suffocation, but thankfully Maria rolled off me and lay full length to the right of us, her splendid tits next to my face.
“Oh there you are!” said Claire, still riding me slowly. “You do have got a boner on! I had expected after so long without, you’d pop your load quickly. I’m not complaining though!” She became more vigorous, particularly on the downstroke. Maria recovered as well and turned my head so she could push her tit into my face. I happily sucked again, this time still being able to see Claire. That corset was really working for me.
Claire slapped Maria's rump and said, "Move it, babe, it's time he did a bit of the work."
She lifted off me, my cock waving in the air. The pillows were pulled from under me and tossed to the left of the bed. Claire knelt on them and stretched her body across the bed. Maria bundled me off the bed. I don’t think I’d seen Claire’s arse like this before, certainly not framed in leather. It was, I have to say, a pretty smart arse, and being waggled at me. Her pussy was well wet and swollen.
“Come on you two, a girl can go off the boil.”
I knelt down behind her as Maria moved across the bed on her knees, those tits swinging from side to side. She straddled Claire and sat on her back, facing me. I was just lining up my cock for re-entry when Maria took over and, using one hand each side of it, feed me into Claire’s pussy. In doing so her upper arms pushed her tits together and outwards, straight into my face.
“That’s better,” said Claire. “Now fuck me properly!”
I started to push into her and nibble on Maria’s left tit. They seemed very rehearsed in this threesome.
“You two done this before?” I asked while keeping a medium pace rogering going. Maria was smiling at me over the top of her tits. She had a round, but very pretty, face, I thought. The other nipple was offered to me.
“A few times,” said Claire above the slapping sound my torso was making against her arse.
“Dave know?”
"Yeah, we've both been playing away for some years. I know when I’m away on a story he has a few ‘friends’ round and I’ve never gone short on a trip.”
She paused for a moan of pleasure.
“Don’t stop,” she restarted, “Since we moved here we’ve had a pretty open relationship.” Maria was cupping both her tits in her hands, moving up the one that needed to be sucked. “When you accepted our invite I told him I was going to fuck you.”
“Why did you wait all these years?” I asked.
“Gill,” she panted in reply. “Uhrrr. But I almost did when she started going out with Sue behind your back. Uhrrr!”
“Sue!” I exclaimed.
"Well, not, uhrrr, with Sue but, uhrrr, they went to lessie clubs. Uhrr! God harder! Both on the pull.”
If I hadn't been fucking I would have been shocked.
‘What had Sue been thinking about as she sat opposite me earlier?’ I thought for a moment but realised I was fucking a fantastic woman. I quickened and slammed harder into Claire while sucking on smiling Maria’s tits. Her hand was back in her g-string and working hard and fast.
“Uhrrr! God! Yes! Fuck!” Claire’s pussy contracted hard around me then pulsed and she shuddered. In a sympathetic gesture, Maria’s eyes rolled, her mouth opened and she ‘mmmmmed’ again, leaving the same tit in my mouth. I was boiling up. In the early days with Gill if I ever got to a second cumming I lasted a long time before the second blow would go, but I just I hadn’t had that opportunity for a long time. I stepped up a gear, Claire’s pussy was still pulsing and she continued murmuring random groans, ‘fucks’ and ‘gods’. At last the switch clicked, my load was on its way out. I felt and enjoyed the pumps, imagining the spurts deep inside Claire’s pussy.
"Thank god for that," Claire groaned and Maria leaned forward putting her arms around my neck and pulled my face into her two, wonderfully soft, pushed together tits. She planted a big, sloppy kiss on the top of my head.
The three of us stayed in that position until my softening cock slipped out of Claire.
“Get off!” she ordered and Maria rolled off onto the bed, her hand still working inside her g-string. Claire moved onto the bed and turned over, lifting up onto her elbows. I sat down, legs folded under me.
“God if I knew that was on offer I would not have waited!” she said. “You are going to have a busy week.”
‘Apparently,’ I thought.
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