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I opened my backpack for the umpth time, realizing again that I forgot to pack something. Of course, the thing I forgot to pack was fragile, so it wasn’t that I could simply ram it on the top of the heap. It needed to be set dead center, wrapped in as many layers of clothing as possible. It was my bathroom necessities purse, which included a fragile, glass bottle of perfume. Naturally, it took some more precious minutes to rearrange everything. Minutes we probably did have to spare, but the tension was there, and it took its toll on us.

“Jesus Christ, Mark, what’s taking you so long?” Lydia asked nervously as I was trying to fold a couple of t-shirts around my toiletry purse.

“Oh, nothing,” I smirked. “Just decided it would be awesome to be late for the flight.”

“Idiot,” Lydia commented and rolled her eyes at me, sitting down on the sofa and picking up her phone to disinterestedly browse Facebook, Instagram or whatever social network was providing her comfort these days.

Last year was, for some reason, seeing a significant decline in quality of our relationship. Physically, we were still two young, good-looking (OK, Lydia was beautiful) specimens of humans of opposite sexes. Mentally – I couldn’t point my finger at anything directly, but things started to become less and less perfect in every sense. Looking backward in time, the magical evening we shared with Snowy was a pinnacle of our love and understanding, and from that moment things seemed to stop clicking as they were supposed to.

Even though I expected that Snowy would start being a more regular visitor to our sex life, it never happened again. For the reasons I couldn’t understand, she hadn’t decided to pay us another visit of that sort. Sure, she would meet Lydia for a couple of times here and there, but it was always in public and strictly on friendly terms. I haven’t seen the woman since, except in some social occasions. Even then, Snowy seemed to act kind of awkward around me, as if our night together was a deal-breaker and not the deal-maker. Naturally, it got me to be disappointed. I asked Lydia about it, but she refused to give any sort of clear answers about the matter, even to the point where she accused me of asking too much about Snowy and if Lydia alone stopped being enough for me. So, I decided to stop asking.

A few months ago, Lydia told me, out of the blue, that Snowy found a new boyfriend. I said it was great and kept doing whatever I was doing at the moment, actively avoiding any conversation about the subject. Yes, I was still using Snowy as one of my fantasies while jerking off – even more so since I had a pretty vivid picture of how she looked like naked and what she acted like while having sex. Unfortunately, as fights between Lydia and me were becoming more and more frequent, my decision to note the fact of Snowy’s fresh relationship and not to show any curiosity became another reason for her to start a fight.

All that fighting, for one reason or another, began to affect our sex life (or was caused by changes in our sex life, I have no idea). Instead of relaxing completely after having finally and successfully dwelled into having sex with other people, it kind of stalled our development as a couple. Anyway, to make a long story short, we had our share of troubles in paradise.

Despite all that, we decided to go on a summer vacation together. We chose Croatia as it seemed absolutely beautiful and had its fair share of music festivals, old towns, natural wonders and a ton of islands to hop about, each more amazing than the other.

Our first stop was supposed to be Peljesac peninsula – a long, narrow and mountainous stretch of land attached to the Croatian mainland by a thin junction at its eastern end. On its southern shore, in a small bay just around the midpoint between both ends of the peninsula, was a beautiful little village called Zuljana, which had no more than two hundred inhabitants. The selling point was the fact that the place had numerous small, pebbly beaches in the nearest vicinity, and some of those were barely approachable by foot. A few of those, from the images we found on the Internet, were just big enough for a couple or a small group of people to occupy.

Since we took three weeks to go around the place, we decided to take the first week easy and to try and work on our relationship. We would chill on the beach and take day-trips to Dubrovnik (it was an hour away by car), Mljet National park (just across the channel from Zuljana, visible with the naked eye) or do whatever else we felt like doing. After that, our plan was to visit one or two of the famous Croatian music festivals, see a few more recommended sights, and then take the last two days to chill and relax before flying back home.

We even had a contingency plan - If we realized that the two of us simply couldn’t function as a couple anymore, we would split up for the remainder of the trip – I would try to connect with some of my mates who were cruising the popular party spots, and Lydia – well, she said she had some ideas what to do, whatever that was supposed mean. I didn’t press the issue - not really wanting to find out that, for example, she had a rebound guy waiting somewhere in the line.

Getting back to the story and Lydia’s comment – I decided to ignore it. Name-calling became somewhat casual between us. Not the cute one, but the nasty, derogatory kind. Neither of us actually meant what we said to each other, but being two impulsive, young people, we simply blurted out what was on our mind at the moment, selfishly not caring about the other one’s feelings. So sweet and lovable ‘stupid’ became ugly and belittling ‘stupid,' etc. To counter it meant another fight of epic proportions, ending in mutual apologies, and only rarely a great make-up sex. To ignore it and turn the other cheek usually calmed the situation down and brought the future conversation to a normal, polite level.

Anyway, we successfully packed up, got into Uber and took a long flight to Croatia, which included one domestic, one long-haul and one final connecting flight to the Dubrovnik airport – almost 20 hours in all. Tired from our busy schedules and, probably, fighting and bickering, we slept most of the time, filling up the rest with watching movies, eating and talking about what we expected from our final destination. And once we got out of the airport, we quickly realized that our imagination was nowhere near as colorful as the real thing was. Even from the plane’s window, it was visible that nature was amazing. Rolling hills around the airport were covered in savannah-like vegetation, changing in color from clear-white of the bare rocks, through yellow of the tall grass burned by the summer heat into the dark green of the forests positioned on the slopes that were mostly in the shade in the late afternoon. The sky was completely clear and incredibly blue, and even though I was tired and cramped from the hours spent in the various airplane and airport seats, I felt a rush of positive energy and surge of that unique holiday mood. I smiled instinctively, feeling that these three weeks simply couldn’t turn out to be anything but epic.

After resolving the immigration and luggage, and waiting for some time in line at the rental car counter, we finally took off towards our final destination in a small European hatchback with a stick shift. Normally, we would use the public transport to move about, but there was no railroad in that part of Croatia, the buses towards Peljesac (especially Zuljana) were scarce, and either taxi or Uber would cost us one-way as much as did a week of renting this car. On the downside, Lydia had no clue on how to drive a stick, so I was stuck with being the only driver for the trip. If the worst-case-scenario played out and we decided to call it quits on ourselves, I had no idea what would she do – well, OK, with her looks she probably wouldn’t have a lot of problems in hitching a ride to wherever.

The traffic was dense on the only major road, so we were moving slowly in a never-ending column of vehicles milling towards Dubrovnik and then further northward. The good thing was that, once we were just above Dubrovnik, we had enough time to see for ourselves what an indescribably beautiful town it was. We knew that the Game of Thrones was filmed there, and some other recent major movie productions used it as a historical set, but seeing that picture-perfect old walled town, surrounded by perfect blue sea from three sides and a steep hill on the remaining bank was like seeing a dreamland.

“Oh my god! This is so beautiful! This can’t be real!” Lydia exclaimed as she tried to take photos with her phone reaching over me and even partially blocking my view while I navigated the two-lane two-way bypass full of curves, cut into the rugged terrain that seemed to be a constant in this part of the World.

“Hey! Watch it! I’ll crash us!” I barked at her, quickly moving her hands that were turning my field of view into a thin line.

“Oh, sorry. I just… It’s so amazing!” Lydia apologized. It stunned me for a moment since the apologies usually came out of her mouth only when things got so overheated that there was a reasonable chance I would be breaking up with her for good.

“Yeah, no problem. We’ll go here for a day trip, and we’ll have a chance to make thousands of snaps from every angle,” I replied, surprising myself in the process. My normal response a week ago would be somewhere in line with ‘Jesus, were you born so dumb that you can’t understand what driving a car is or did it come to you gradually?’

As we cleared the city limits and crossed the big suspension bridge over the river mouth, the traffic picked up some pace, but it was still not moving over thirty miles an hour on average. All in all, it took us almost two and a half hours to reach our destination, much more than the proclaimed hour and forty minutes. I took a mental note of that fact.

Still, it was worth every minute. The village was in every way as pretty as it was in the pictures. Steep mountains, covered with lush green pine forests, descended directly into the crystal clear waters of the bay from the northern side, and the village itself was at the end of a small valley reaching some half a mile eastward from the shore. The Sun was setting directly in front of us, descending slowly into the open sea and making everything glimmer in a magnificent gold hue. I glanced at Lydia, who was once again making dozens of photos, overwhelmed by the sheer beauty of it all.
According to our AirBnb map, our accommodation was set just at the junction of the mountainous part of the bay and the valley, no more than a hundred feet from the shoreline. As we approached, Lydia texted our host, Anna, and soon a tanned, young woman, maybe in her early thirties, with short curly hair and big hazelnut eyes, wearing only a thin summer dress, waved us into the small parking spot just above the house.

“Hiiiii! So good to see you!” said Anna in a very good, but still heavily accented English. She hugged Lydia without any hesitation, and Lydia somewhat awkwardly returned the hug. She repeated the procedure with me. If everyone in Croatia was as welcoming as our host, we were probably in for a lot of hugs.

“You must be Mark,” she said to me, knowing my name from the AirBnB, “and this beautiful lady is…”

“Hi, Anna. Very nice to meet you,” I said. “This is Lydia, my girlfriend. I have to say, this place looks even more beautiful in real life.”

“Of course it does! This is the best place in the Adriatic. This is the place of love and serenity, and you are already feeling the energy,” Anna said patriotically and with a huge smile, revealing a set of bright white teeth. “But you must be tired from all the traveling, let me show you to your apartment!”

She turned on her heels and headed down a few stairs. Lydia and I followed in step. We walked onto a tidy terrace, containing one wooden table and two benches, enough to seat six people comfortably. Entrance into the apartment was through the big glass doors on the terrace. The apartment was actually really big – almost double the size of our studio apartment at home. It was clean and obviously recently refurbished, as everything inside felt new and almost unused. The place had a living space with sofa, coffee table, a wall-mounted TV, a small dining table for four people and a complete kitchen. At the opposite end from the entrance were the doors that led into a bathroom all the amenities. The master bedroom was at the other end of the bathroom, which meant that the bathroom was also serving as a corridor. Kind of strange, but since it was only two of us, we had no problem with that.

Anna, as if sensing our slight wonder over the layout, replied: “Oh, I know you’re worried about the bathroom location. This is only temporary. We wanted to relocate it, but our bureaucracy is horrible. We applied for the building permit two months before we started to remodel the place, and we still didn’t get it. They are insane. I hope this won’t be a problem? If yes, I can move you to a bigger apartment next door in three days, when the current guests leave.”

“No, it’s OK,” I replied. “We don’t have a problem.” I looked at Lydia, and she also gave an ‘I don’t mind’ face.

This made Anna smile again, as her fear of us complaining about the apartment probably made her a bit nervous up to that point. “Also, this sofa can be turned into a double bed, so you can sleep here if you want,” she pointed at the sofa in the living room. “Or if your friends come, they can sleep over. It’s no problem, but if they stay more than one night, please call me so I can register them. No extra cost, of course.” We nodded politely, neither of us having any idea who else that we know would even be near this place at the moment.

After completing the subject on the apartment, she looked at us, shook her head a bit, and said: “You poor things, you must be very, very tired. Now, just to tell you a few things and I will leave you alone. First of all – I get up very early, so I go to the bakery every morning, and I will leave you a fresh loaf of bread on your door. Also, if you need anything else from the bakery or from the shop, just write it on the paper and leave it on the table on the terrace. Don’t forget to put a small stone on the paper, or the wind will blow it away,” she said, chuckling a bit. We just nodded in appreciation.

“OK. Now, this is a small village. It has one bakery, one small shop and one kiosk with newspapers, cigarettes and stuff like that. We have no restaurants, only a couple of cafes, a small pastry shop and a homemade fast food place,” she continued with her introduction to Zuljana. “Oh, remember, most of the people here don’t speak good English – mostly only Croatian or a bit of Italian and German – so try to learn some basic Croatian words to avoid confusion.”

“Fast food?” I asked, almost disregarding the language barrier warning. “Like, hamburgers and stuff?”

“Um, well… Don’t eat that here. They are awful,” she replied sincerely and with a face of slight disgust. “But you have, um, I don’t know the English term for it – like, very small fish that are fried and then you eat them like chips. They are always fresh, and everyone eats them here. We call them girice or gavuni if they are really small, or srdela if they are a bit bigger.”

Anna noticed our confused looks, so she decided to elaborate some more on the apparently local delicacy: “The gavuni are this big,” she showed no more than two inches of size with her fingers, “and srdele are maybe this big.” The bigger ones were maybe a double in size.

“Oh, you mean smelt and sardines,” Lydia suddenly came forward. I glanced at her in surprise, and she shrugged.

“Yes. OK, if you call them that. Anyway, they are really great, and you should try them,” Anna concluded the matter, to which we both nodded.

“And how about the beaches?” I asked. “We saw there are a lot of lovely small beaches around here, how do we get to those?”

“Ah, yes, yes! We have the best small beaches on Peljesac,” Anna said with some pride in her voice. “Well, you can only get to the best ones by boat. Any of you know how to sail a small boat?”

We both shook our heads. I mean, I had some theoretical idea on how to do it, but I’ve never tried it.

“OK, no problem. There are more beaches where you can get on foot. Come with me,” she said, exiting the apartment and heading back up the stairs towards the parking lot. She stopped at the fence gate marking the property boundary.

“Now, see this road,” she said, pointing at the only road passing through, “If you go right, you get to the village in three minutes. But, if you go left, the road goes maybe ten meters above the shore, and you have a small beach every fifty meters or so. Now, the first couple of them could be taken as early as nine in the morning. But, the third one, which is about three minutes of walking, is usually empty until the afternoon. That third one is a bit hidden, so not all tourists know about it. First, you see a crooked pine tree that is growing towards the sea, and then you have to walk almost to the edge of the rock to see the beach underneath. If you just look from the road, you may miss it since it looks just like as small cliff falling into the sea. And the best thing is, if you get there first, no one else will come to bother you because it is too small for two groups of people. It has room for maybe four or five people if you put towels together.”

“Wow, great! Thanks for the information!” I said gratefully and smiled at her.

“OK. Dear people - Lydia, Mark – I will repeat your names some more to remember them forever, you know, heh heh,” Anna chuckled, “I will leave you to be now. Have fun, enjoy and don’t be afraid to ask me anything you need. I live just down the road, feel free to visit and have a glass of wine with my husband and me.”

“Oh, so you live here in a village?” Lydia asked.

“Noooo…” Anna waved her hand. “We have a holiday house here, and some apartments and rooms, so we rent out during the summer. We actually live in Dubrovnik, and have a place there, which we also rent for the season. My husband is an officer on a big freighter ship, and he gets to be home for a couple of months at a time. But it is much better here than in Dubrovnik now – way too many tourists. Way, way too many.”

“That’s so cool,” Lydia said as if the woman said she and her husband were adventurers.

“Yes, you can say that…” Anna said, her smile not vanishing. “Oh, if you want, I can ask my husband to take you to one of those beaches you can’t reach on foot. We have a small boat. It won’t be a problem.”

“Thank you, Anna. You are really kind,” I said. “We’ll consider it if that won’t be a trouble to your husband.”

“Oh, come on,” Anna dismissed the notion. “He sails the oceans for weeks; this is a ten-minute boat ride. He takes you there, leaves you on the beach and picks you up later. No problem. Now, go and get some rest, people. You’re on vacation. See you tomorrow!” She hugged us both quickly, even gave Lydia a small peck on the cheek, and headed down the road towards the village.

Lydia and I looked at each other and smiled. it felt as if this place was blocking all the negative energy that could even try to ruin our enjoyment. We headed slowly back into the apartment and quickly unpacked our stuff.

We decided to go local immediately, so we agreed on going to try the smelt Anna recommended. And, true to her words, the dish was amazing. Really simple – basically a bowl full of tiny fried fish – and tasty. We drowned the food in some domestic red wine which was strong, but tasty, and headed back to the apartment. Even though it was mid-July, and it was no more than 10 PM, the place was quiet and did not leave the impression of the tourist spot. I hoped that it meant it was not too crowded during the day either.

In five minutes after we got back to our apartment, we were sound asleep on the bed, our weariness getting to us. For the first time in a long while, we exchanged sincere kisses and smiles and wished each other a good night.

* * *

I was woken up by the sound of the thousands of small crickets chirping all around us, calling for their mates as the Sun rose and heated up the air and ground. It was not even 7 AM yet. I got up and noticed that the small plastic bag with a loaf of bread was already hanging from the door handle outside the apartment. Since I was naked, I merely pushed my hand out the door to picked up the bag and began to walk towards the kitchen when I noticed we had nothing else to eat. As quietly as I could, I got dressed and walked down to the village to get some food. I got some pastries from the bakery, learning some Croatian expressions on the go, and sat down to have a quick coffee at the nearby café, just taking in the morning beauty and serenity of the place. From this vantage point, I could see the coveted small beaches on the northern shore of the bay. Even from where I was sitting, only the entrances to the miniature coves were visible, but not the inner pebbly shallows. That meant those places were completely hidden from the general view, and my train of thought naturally turned towards the station sex. In my short life, I’ve never had sex on the beach in the middle of the day. Sure, I had my share of skinny dipping and nighttime action on sandy ocean beaches, but this was different. Here, you could be hiding in plain sight and fuck in high noon without anyone around. As my thoughts turned to details of the act, and my cock began to rise accordingly, I decided it was time to go back to the apartment and head for the beach before I grew a tent to visible to carry around.

When I got back, Lydia was up and in the shower. I made a couple of sandwiches and brewed some coffee for her, to her utmost and pleasant surprise. She ate them as I described how secluded the beaches were, which made her hurry up with her preparations. In less than half an hour, before the clock stroke eight-thirty in the morning, we were in our swimming suits, carrying our beach towels, bottles of water, books and other necessities down the road towards one of the beaches.

We passed the first beach and looked down. To our slight surprise, there were already people on that beach, maybe four or five of them – a family containing an older woman, younger woman and man, and two little k**s. To our much bigger surprise, they were all completely in the nude. Lydia and I looked at each other and giggled, finding it so unusual.

“Weird,” said Lydia. “There are houses and people right there.”

“I don’t know,” I said. “It seems they are a quite open about it.”

“Yeah, but…”

“We’ll see.”

After a minute of walking, we got to the second beach. And, as predicted by Anna, this one was also full already. Two middle-aged couples, completely nude as well. This time we took it in more appreciatively.

“I guess it’s normal here,” I said.

“What, to be nude on any beach?” Lydia asked.

“Probably not on the main beaches, but if it’s at least a bit secluded…” I pondered.

“What if someone they know comes around and sees them?” Lydia asked.

“Listen to you, the shy one,” I teased her and bumped her shoulder with my fist gently. “Maybe they don’t care. Maybe everyone around here sees everyone else in the nude, and they find it normal.”

“Well… That actually isn’t that bad,” Lydia said.

I gave her a naughty grin as we walked on towards the third beach. It took two more minutes to get there. And, to our luck, it was empty. The climb down was a bit steep, but since it was a short trip, it wasn’t that bad. The additional perk of the beach was that it was almost completely in the shade, and two pale-skinned fools like us would be able to avoid getting sunburnt. We dropped our stuff onto the pebbles and headed into the sea. It was perfect – warm and completely calm, ideal for swimming or playing in the shallows.

After our first swim, we got out on and lay down so that our feet were still in the water while our bodies were taking in the rays of sun that were just about protruding to that part of the beach.

“Why are we wearing our suits?” I asked Lydia as we were flat on our back, eyes closed.

“What? You mean, why are you in your trunks?” Lydia countered and chuckled slightly. I opened my eyes and looked at her, noticing that she took her top off and untied her panties, letting her naked body soak up the sun. It took me no more than a second to pull down my trunks.

“Wow. How come-“ I started to ask.

“When in Rome…” Lydia replied and continued to enjoy the sunshine.

It felt awesome, lying there in the sun with nothing on, feeling the gentle breeze that just began to pick up cooling my usually restrained junk. Anna said it right, this was the place of peace and happiness – or something like that. This place felt as if it let everybody feel their freedom if they were able to recognize the opportunity.

After some fifteen minutes, it became hot to lay under the sun, so I got up and headed into the sea again. I tossed my swimming trunks far away towards the cliff. Once I was knee-deep, I turned to Lydia. “Come on, let’s try and swim in the buff.”

“Wait a minute. I like it like this,” she replied lazily, to which I sprayed her with an ample amount of seawater.

“Aaah, fuck! No, Mark…” Lydia protested, but I could hear the change in her tone of voice. Two days ago, she would have probably growled at me. Now, these protests were on the brink of laughing. She didn’t like what I did, but she also didn’t mind that much. I did make her get up, and I took a moment to appreciate her fully.

Bad patch in our relationship or not, she was still a fox. Her almost six-foot frame, with long, slender legs; tight, round ass; beautiful, perky peaches topped with gentle pink-shaded nipples; her perfect face and long blonde hair – it was all made to make men and women horny. And even though I’ve seen the sight a thousand times, I was getting turned on by it as easily as the first time I undressed her.

“Nice to see you’re still growing easily,” Lydia said, interrupting my gaze.

“Huh?” I asked, barely managing to focus on her face, which was pointing slightly downwards. I looked down and saw that I was already semi-hard. “Oh, of course I am. How could I not with that view?”

She smiled and walked towards me slowly. As she passed by me, she kissed me on the lips and grabbed my junk in her hand, squeezing it gently. Then she continued to walk towards the deeper point until she finally jumped in and started to swim. I followed suit, jumping headlong into the crystal-clear sea.

We fooled around for a bit, grabbing everywhere, kissing, pulling each other under the surface, and using every opportunity to touch our erogenous zones. Needless to say, I was completely hard in no time, and Lydia noticed it with full appreciation, finally grabbing my cock and pulling my foreskin to free my swollen knob. Then she pulled on it and gave me a nod to follow her to the shore.

As soon as our feet touched the ground, we headed for our towels, and she crouched down before me, giving me a hungry, horny look. She put her hand around my fully aroused member and kissed the tip gently before licking it the whole length down the underside of the shaft, all the way to my balls. I shuddered.

“You taste salty,” she said, taking the head into her mouth and sucking on it. “I love it,” she finally finished the sentence as she moved her lips away for a second. Then she started to take it in, more and more until it was almost completely down her throat. She sucked on my cock with lust and vigor I haven’t seen for months on her, and it was making me even hornier. I grunted and moaned out of pleasure as her mouth and tongue expertly worked on every inch of my manhood, while her fingers were massaging my balls and further back, reaching all the way to my asshole. Every now and then she would look straight into my eyes, her stare full of desire.

As I was focusing on the amazing blowjob I was just receiving, I forgot about everything around us. For a reason I was unable to comprehend, I turned my eyes to look at the sea. Maybe fifty yards away floated a small boat, its engine not running, and a man sat inside it, clearly looking at us. I looked back down at Lydia, who was completely oblivious of our voyeur, and signaled his presence to her with my eyes. She looked to her left, and her eyes went completely wide. She moved her mouth from my cock, but kept her hand on it, jerking it slowly.

“How long has he been there?” she asked, but there was not much fear or shame in her eyes.

“I don’t know. I just saw him,” I replied. “Do you want to stop?”

“Do you want me to stop?” Lydia asked, clearly not wanting to interrupt what she was doing.

“Hell, why would we,” I said and made her grin.

“I’m so horny I can’t stop,” she said. “And…”

“And what?” I asked.

“And being watched is making me even hornier,” Lydia replied, moving her legs apart to show me her dripping wet pussy.

This made my cock twitch up. I had no problem with being watched having sex, nor was it a hidden fantasy of mine, but hearing Lydia say she gets off on that got me into the state of arousal I barely remembered possible. “We give him a show to remember?” I asked.

“Uh-huh,” Lydia nodded and put my cock straight back into her mouth. This time, her other hand went down her crotch, and she was rubbing her wet clit, unable to wait any longer to be handled.

If what she was doing until that moment was one of the best blowjobs she ever gave me, now it was quickly becoming the best one ever. She devoured every little point of my cock, licking it left and right, sucking on it, playing around the hole with her tongue. What I noticed, even more, was a subtle shift of her lower body, where she turned her hips seaward, giving our onlooker a better view of her cunt and her fingers playing with it.

“Eat me, please,” Lydia said, moving deeper onto the towel and setting herself on all fours, her ass turned directly towards the man in the boat and pushed out so that her pussy and her asshole were completely out in the open. I turned towards him to get a better look. At the moment I had no idea if I just imagined it, but it seemed that the boat was now at least five or ten yards closer. I examined the man. He was probably in his mid-thirties, tanned all over, and he had a dark, full set of hair on him, along with the beard of same color and fullness. He was sitting in a boat, so he was visible only from the mid-torso up. Both of his hands were under our line of sight.

I decided to play with Lydia in a way that he could get as full a view as possible. I got on the towel to the side of her and started to rub her pussy with my fingers. She was incredibly wet, and as soon as I touched her, she released a loud moan. I rubbed her slit down its whole length, spreading it completely in the process, and proceeded upwards towards her asshole.

“Ooooh!” she moaned loudly. “Is he watching?” she asked.

I turned a glance towards him, not losing my rhythm. He was staring so hard I could see the pupils in his eyes go wide. “He’s devouring you with his eyes,” I replied.

“Ohmygod!” Lydia yelled. “Put your fingers in.”

I obeyed, inserting one, and then immediately two fingers inside of her. She groaned and rammed her ass backward onto my fingers. I lowered my head and began to lick and bite her ass, closing in on her puckered back door.

“Uuuumph! Yesss!” Lydia exclaimed as soon as my wet tongue touched the center of her asshole. She was getting a full treatment now, with my thumb on her clit, my two fingers in her pussy and my tongue pushing into her ass. I glanced at the boat guy again and noticed he took out the binoculars. He was close enough to watch us without those, which meant that he was going for all of the details. His other hand was below the visible part of his body, but the slight movements of his shoulder were telling me he was beating off.

“He’s jerking off,” I told Lydia as I touched her G-spot and began to rub it.

“OHMYGOD! Uuuuuuuugh!” Lydia jumped up and arched her back. This meant she was incredibly close to her orgasm, so I upped the tempo some more, rubbing her clit furiously and sticking my tongue deep inside her welcoming ass.

“I’m gonna come! I’m gonna come! I’m… AAAAAAAAAAAH!” she yelled out so loudly that all the people in a half mile radius probably heard her. She shook, twitched and twisted like she was possessed by a sex demon, and I was giving her the fastest rub I was able to handle, knowing it could be over pretty quick for her. The man was still there, in the same pose, clearly taking in every little detail and playing with himself. He knew we saw him and we went on, practically setting up for him, so he didn’t care one bit if we saw what he was doing.

Lydia’s orgasm subsided, and she gently pulled my hand away from her pussy. But, instead of collapsing down as she usually did to regain her senses, she got up somewhat unsteadily and turned her head around to look at our spectator. She gave me a deep kiss, her hand already on my rigid cock, tugging it.

“This… This made me so fucking horny,” she whispered into my ear. “Are you mad?”

“Mad? No way,” I said. “If this is what gets you off, I’m all in for it.”

“I never thought – I mean, I didn’t know it would get me aroused that much. I read some stories, and women there always get into that slowly.”

“Fuck the stories. Would you like to go back and take it slowly,” I asked, smiling at her.

“No. I want to fuck. Right here, right now.”

“I second your demand,” I said.

“And I want to watch him while we fuck,” she said.

I gave her a significant look. Not that I had a lot to mind, but she was coming out so fast it took me a moment to take it all in.

“Hey, is that jealousy?” Lydia asked me, noticing how I stopped for a moment.

“No, no… It’s just – you’re taking the seven league jumps here. Until ten minutes ago I had no idea you liked being watched, now you’re already at the ‘I want to stare down the voyeur’ point? I just need to take it all in.”

“Well, is it OK or is it too much?” she asked, still jerking my cock and giving me the naughtiest look I ever saw on her, biting her lower lip in the process and twirling her hair around her finger.

“What position should we fuck to give the gentleman the full exposure?” I asked, grinning.

“Reverse cowgirl,” Lydia said. “He’s got those binoculars, let’s have him see your marvelous cock going in and out of me.”

“Perfect,” I said, laying down on the towel, my mast in its full glory. I felt like I could come any second now, but I decided to hold it as much as possible, for two reasons: one, so the guy watching wouldn’t think of me as a ten-pump man; two, so that Lydia could have another orgasm because she was definitely up for it.

Lydia turned her back towards me and crouched above my cock, setting it at her wet entrance. She inched herself down on it, slowly widening her gap until she took me all in, and then she began to ride me. Her torso was almost vertical, giving the man on the boat a perfect view of her gorgeous body, as well as her pussy being rammed.

“I think… Mmmph… He’s really aroused,” she said to me. “I can see his arm moving really fast.” And then she waved at him.

“Oh my god!” Lydia exclaimed. “He got up… Nice!”

“What?” I asked as she was upping her tempo. I barely contained myself from exploding into Lydia, so this game of hers was now working as a sort of distraction.

“He’s got a great body and…. OOOOOOH! … A really nice cock,” Lydia described between her moans. “And he’s really close now.”

I glanced sideways and noticed that the man was now no more than twenty yards from the shore. He removed the binoculars since he was able to see every detail without them. He was holding his stiff and, by the looks of it, pretty thick cock in his hand, jerking it off at a fast pace.

Lydia started to ram herself harder onto my cock, her hand on her clit, rubbing it in a quick motion. She was heading toward another orgasm quickly, as the sight of the man watching us, and probably also the sight of him playing with himself was giving her a lot of extra incentive.

“Uuumph! Jesus, this is… Fuuuck!” Lydia yelled out as she smacked hard into my pubic bone with her ass. I held her ass with one hand to prevent her going too high and then decided to give her the final push by putting my thumb into her ass. But neither of those made her go over the edge, as much as I tried. What did get her over the edge and sent her into delirium was:

“Ohmygodohmygod! He’s cumming! And… Oh! Oh! OOOOOOOH!” As soon as our spectator began spurting his sperm, Lydia lost it. She was climaxing so violently I had to hold her down, fearing she might break my dick in one of her random jumps and twitches. I felt her fingers rubbing her clit, trying to push inside her along with my cock. I couldn’t help but feel that she was imagining the guy from the boat fucking her. And, for all it’s worth, that sight made me go over the edge. The fantasy moment of some random guy fucking my girlfriend actually made me want to cum in an instant.

“I’m gonna explode, honey. Pull me out, please!” I yelled out pleadingly. She wasn’t on a pill, and I wasn't up on making an ‘oops’ baby. She heard me, got up just enough to remove my cock out of her and quickly began tugging at it and rubbing it against her clit. I lost it no more than few seconds after that.

“AAARGH!” I yelled out uncontrollably as I spurted load after load over Lydia’s stomach, pussy and God knows where. It was incredibly powerful. In all honesty, it was the most powerful orgasm I had ever since the poker night with Snowy. It was now my body twitching and jerking under Lydia’s ass; it was my orgasm that moved the world from its orbit. I lost all sense of time, place or even physical existence. I couldn’t care one bit if we were the only humans in the whole World or if it all happened in front of pay-per-view live global audience. For me, it was perfect.

Lydia quickly slid her ass up my body, ramming her asshole directly into my nose, and took my cock into her mouth, catching as much sperm was left in it. She sucked on it like a world champion, both giving me the ultimate pleasure of being sucked dry and giving our VIP guest something to think about when he would be beating it off the next time. She also licked every little drop that spurted out before that – well, whatever didn’t end up on her body. As my cock went limp, so did Lydia, and so did I. We simply lay there, not moving one inch, for I don’t know how long.

And then we heard a few splashes, followed by turning on of the outboard boat engine. We both looked up and saw the man speeding away in a general direction of the village. We both laughed for a bit and then settled down for another few minutes, before going into the sea to wash off the juices and the sweat. On that note, when I came, I hit Lydia on the chin with one of the spurts, which I noticed as she washed off the layer she couldn’t lick off or remove with her bare finger. It made me proud.

After we had settled down on our towels, we turned towards each other and just stared for a few moments. It was incredible, as if all of our bad moments, all our fights, squabbles, negativities became distant past, fake memories that faded away so quickly that it would be impossible to remember them. We smiled at each other and giggled like two k**s who just had their first sexual experience together. Still, since it was so unusual and kinky even by our standards, especially taking into account Lydia’s flipping of the switch, I needed to clear out the air to avoid any future misunderstandings.

“So…” I began.

“So…” Lydia retorted.

“You’re a proper exhibitionist, honey,” I concluded.

“Honestly, I couldn’t believe it myself,” she replied. “I mean, I had some minor fantasies of having sex with someone watching, but I never thought it would make me go crazy in real life.”

“Does that mean we’re gonna have to find someone to watch us when we have sex at home?” I asked jokingly.

“Nah… Open windows and curtains should do it,” she said, making us both laugh. “Well, not always. Sometimes it would be fun to have a spectator.”

“Does it matter which sex?” I asked.

“Um… Probably not. But I guess men are more into watching,” Lydia replied.

“And when that guy got up, and you saw him jerking off?” I asked, directing the conversation towards the information I really wanted to find out.

“What about it?”

“Did you want something more from him than to just watch you?”

Lydia sat up suddenly. She seemed taken aback by my question. “What do you mean, more?”

“Did you, like, imagine him fucking you?” I asked, still acting all casual.

“Oh, come on, Mark,” Lydia suddenly got defensive, avoiding a direct answer.

“Lyd, be honest with me. I really want us two not to hide anything from each other.”

“Fuck, Mark!” Lydia exclaimed. “Are you testing me or something?”

This was the time for me to get up and get eye to eye with her. I looked straight into her eyes: “No, I’m not. I mean, to be honest, if you imagined something like that, you wouldn’t be any different from me.”

“Huh?”

“Well, I imagine having sex with different women when I jerk off. It’s normal,” I said, dragging her slowly into confessing what was in her head.

“That’s different,” she said. “I’m not-“

“You’re a healthy woman with a high sex drive. That’s no different from any man out there. Nothing shameful there.”

“Fuck!” she said. “If I was imagining having sex with other men, that would mean…”

“What?”

“That I don’t love you as much anymore,” Lydia broke down, almost crying. I hugged her tight as she almost began sobbing.

“Don’t be stupid,” I told her. “What’s that got to do with loving someone?”

“Because… Before I only thought about you and no one else. Even when I watched porn, I imagined you in all those poses, doing stuff to me. And lately… After Snowy…” she stammered, not finishing her sentence.

“See, that’s it! Why would you feel any shame? I mean, we had an amazing night with Snowy. I fucked Snowy in front of you, and you wanted me to do it. Why would it be any different for you?”

“Because I started to imagine having sex with other guys from that night on, OK!”

I stared at her eyes, giving her the most loving look I could muster. “And that’s completely normal.”

“And I thought it was to get back at you for having sex with Snowy, but it wasn’t,” she continued in an almost crying voice. “So I began thinking I stopped loving you, and I hated myself for it, and then we started fighting a lot, and-“

“Wait, wait,” I interrupted her. “You hated yourself because you thought of other men? And then we fought because you were holding that back from me?”

“Yeah. Mostly. I don’t know. And I loved you, and I still love you a lot, so I was going crazy every time I imagined fucking some other guy. But, I couldn’t help myself because it made me so horny I could explode.”

“Oh, honey,” I hugged her again. “It’s perfectly OK. We’re humans. We do that shit all the time. I fucked all of your friends and a ton of other women in my imagination.”

“You did?” Lydia asked, staring at me, unsure how to process that information. “Did you fuck any of them for real?”

“Only Snowy, and only when you were there,” I said. “I’d never cheat on you. Well, unless it would get you off.”

Lydia punched me in the chest. “You idiot!”

“So, back to the beginning – did you imagine that guy on the boat fucking you?”

Lydia sighed and decided to come clean finally: “Yes, I did. I saw him there, playing with his cock, and I really wanted him to jump out and fuck me.”

“With me present or without me?” I asked.

“With you there. I wouldn’t cheat on you, honey, never!” she replied. Then she looked down, and her eyes went wide in complete amazement. “Your dick is hard! What is going on?”

“I don’t know. Honestly, I’d have no problem in sharing you with another guy, if that’s what you’d like to try. Actually, I find it kind of hot – you know, you getting serviced by two guys, as long as I have some say in it.”

Lydia started to nod slowly, then increased the rhythm, until she started to smile and finally kissed me hard on the mouth. “I would like to try that once. Thank you, honey!”

We hugged and kissed some more, and then decided the Sun has gone too far up the sky for our pale and uncovered skins. We packed up and took a slow stroll back to our apartment, feeling amazingly good on account of finally displaying all the hidden cards to each other.

* * *

“Mark, could you come here for a second!” I heard Lydia calling me from the terrace while I was chilling in our bedroom.

I got up and strolled out, finding Lydia sitting at the table naked (we decided to be naked all the time unless we noticed someone might object) and staring at her phone: “What is it?”

“Um, when we got back here, I posted our photos on Instagram and Facebook – well, I bragged a bit, to be honest,” Lydia said.

“OK, so?”

“And you’ll never guess who just texted me.”

“No, I wouldn’t - you have too many friends on social networks. So just tell me, please?”

“Snowy.”

I had no idea why I was supposed to find that unimaginable, and I gave Lydia a look telling her exactly that.

“Oh, come on,” Lydia said. “You know how we almost stopped seeing each other after that night? You do. And I couldn’t understand why – well, I kind of understand now.” I nodded, and she continued: “Anyway, we basically stopped talking at all since Snowy got herself a new boyfriend. It was, like, three months ago, and I practically wrote her off.”

“OK, but I still don’t see where this is going,” I said.

“Well, she just texted me. And not only that – she and her boyfriend Swan are-“

“Wait, her boyfriend’s name is Swan?” I burst out laughing. “How the hell did they find each other?”

“Cut it out! I’m trying to tell you something important,” Lydia scorned me. “The point is – she and her boyfriend are in Croatia. In Dubrovnik, of all the places. And she says they are in trouble because they were supposed to share an apartment with some of his friends who fucked it up. They – the friends – decided not to go to Dubrovnik after all and they canceled the apartment two days ago and forgot to tell that to Snowy and Swan. So now they don’t have a place to stay for the next three nights.”

“OK, where is this going?”

“She says they’ll see everything they want to see in Dubrovnik in the next couple of hours, and wouldn’t mind going somewhere else since there’s, like, a zillion people. So now Snowy asked me if we have extra space for them to crash for the next two nights. She really loved my photos and they realized we are actually nearby. She says they would pitch in and pay half the quote for the nights they are here.”

“Yeah, but why are they asking for two nights if they have nowhere to go for three nights?” I asked, noticing a plot hole.

“Good question,” Lydia replied and began typing. After some time, the reply came. “She says that Swan has some other friends where they would stay that third night.”

“So, do you want Snowy and her boyfriend to come here for two nights?” I asked Lydia.

“Um, yeah, why not. I miss her. I mean, if I was nasty to you because of, you know… Maybe Snowy and I had some issues that we didn’t tell each other,” Lydia gave a really smart insight into the situation.

“OK. What about the bathroom position situation? How do we handle that?” I asked.

“Come on. We’ll manage. I mean, three of us saw each other naked and more so. Also, I want to meet Snowy’s boyfriend.”

“Well then, tell her to pack up the stuff and get over here… Wait, they can get here on their own?” I asked, hoping like hell I won’t have to drive to Dubrovnik and back.

Lydia got back to typing some more. After no more than twenty seconds, she got a reply and sighed in relief. “Yeah, they have a rental car.”

“Then we’re settled,” I said. And just as I said that, ‘the’ night came rolling down my memory lane and into my vivid mental showroom. I immediately remembered Snowy’s wet, soft lips; her huge, firm tits and round ass; and most of all, the most beautiful pussy I’ve ever seen, both on screen and in real life. Alas, she was bringing a boyfriend, which meant that any hope of repeating that night was slim to none. Naturally, my cock was not of the same opinion.

“Honey, why are you getting so hard?” Lydia asked me and gave me a devilish grin since she read my mind completely.

“The same reason you were screaming like a jet engine that night,” I replied.

“Oh, my… It was some night, right,” Lydia said, reminiscing.

“Yeah… What a night,” I said, sitting down at the table and leaning my head on my hands.

“Well, spilled milk and all that – let’s not dwell on the past. Instead, let’s have some lunch,” Lydia jumped up and headed towards the kitchen. I decided it was a really good idea, so I followed her, my hard cock bobbing and swaying as I cleared the open terrace and entered the apartment.

* * *

Snowy and Swan arrived later that evening. Lydia and I had the time to stroll down to the shop, pack the fridge with breakfast food, and head down to our beach for the whole afternoon – this time only skinny dipping and generally chilling with some cold beer and light snacks – no sex of any kind, we simply enjoyed the new development in our relationship, without any fighting and a lot of laughing. Also, we informed Anna of their arrival, and she came to greet them, giving them the same hugging treatment as she gave them, welcoming them to her place. Still, she didn’t give them a tour of the apartment or anything but left immediately after the greetings and an invite for a drink at her place. Once she cleared, Lydia and I turned to Snowy, who hugged us both tightly.

“Oh my god, I missed you guys so much,” she said as she held us both in a tight hug. “We have so much to catch up.”

“Snowy, we missed you too, you know,” I said to her ear, trying to avoid dropping any non-subtle hints. Eventually, I broke off the hug and turned to Swan while Lydia and Snowy were still hugging.

Swan was the oriental type. Still, I couldn’t put him in any familiar brackets. He was almost as tall as me, had a golden-brown tan, and he was a really handsome man. Also, he had a perfect smile and clear, bright eyes that showed intelligence. Without even exchanging a word with the man, I found myself liking him. I extended my hand to him, and he gave me a firm, but a polite handshake.

“Hi, you must be Mark,” said Swan, not removing his smile for one moment. “I heard a lot about you guys from Snowy. She talks about you two like you were half-deities or something.”

“And you must be the infamous Swan,” I replied. “And the only half-god I could see myself compared with is Loki, so…” He laughed sincerely at my joke.

“Well, Loki’s not all that bad,” said Swan, grinning. “I’m Setiawan, but everyone calls me Swan.”

“Interesting name. Is that Thai or…” I asked.

“Indonesian,” he replied. “My dad’s Thai, my mom’s Indonesian. But I’m second generation k**, don’t have much connection to their birthplaces – well, except my name.”

Then, just as Lydia and Snowy finally separated, Swan turned to Lydia. “Oh, my. Snowy told me you were beautiful and showed me some photos, but they don’t do you justice,” he said as he politely shook Lydia’s hand. He was smooth; there was no denial.

“Well, thank you,” Lydia said and blushed a bit.

“Anyway, guys, if you’d follow me to the casa…” I said, heading down to the apartment. I gave them a quick tour of the place, showing them the place. Naturally, as soon as we presented the bathroom/bedroom arrangement, Snowy had a comment.

“Wait, wait,” Snowy said worryingly, “what if I’m in there and one of you decides to…”

“Well, we’ll knock first,” Lydia said as fast as possible, knowing I might blurt out the fact that we’ve seen her naked.

“Why?” asked Swan out of the blue. “Didn’t you say they’ve seen you naked, Snowy?”

Lydia and I froze right there. How much did Snowy tell him? I decided to let Snowy resolve this, and from what I was, Lydia was thinking the same thing.

“Yeah, they did, but…” Snowy carefully considered what to say next. “But it was a long time ago. It might be awkward. Also, what if I’m doing number two?”

We all considered that issue. Yes, this bathroom arrangement was showing to be a bit inconvenient.

“Let’s all agree to knock before entering, no matter what,” I said, really not feeling up to deliberation on the subject. “I mean, Lyd and I have no problem with that between the two of us, but…”

“We’ll knock,” Snowy concluded.

Snowy and Swan unpacked themselves, and we headed to have some dinner. We decided to introduce them to girice, which they both found to be tasty. They reminded Swan of one of the dishes his mom talked about. We spent the evening chatting and laughing. Swan was one great guy. He was polite and kind, but had an amazing sense of humor and loved to tease – he was my kind of guy, and I found myself being really happy for Snowy to have found him.

Snowy seemed to be somewhere between her old self – a bit shy and blushing from time to time when something increasingly kinky was mentioned – and the Snowy we have awoken on that night in our flat, as I caught her eyeing Lydia from head to toe more than a couple of times. With Swan there, it was impossible to talk to her about anything that happened between us, so I decided to see if there was any chance of getting her in a one-on-one situation.

“So, guys, what’s your plan?” I asked when we got back into the apartment.

“I don’t know. We enjoy some sun and chill here for the next two days, and then we head to… Where did you say we would go next, love?” Snowy asked Swan.

“Um… Korchu-Kor… Wait a minute,” Swan said, pulling out his phone and logging into wi-fi. “Korcula island. It’s right nearby. My sister’s best friend is going to be staying there from the day after tomorrow, and he said we could come and visit them. After that we’ll head to Split, we’re going to Ultra Festival!”

“Wow! Great,” Lydia said. “We were also thinking of going to Ultra – one night only, just to see what it’s like.”

“Anyway, Swan is a sleeper, and I’m planning on getting up as early as possible tomorrow morning. Gotta catch some suntan,” Snowy exclaimed. And I formed a plan.

After another half hour of chatting and getting to know Swan, we all started to yawn and stretch and decided it was time to go to bed. Again, it took us less than ten minutes from getting to the bed to being fast asleep. Also, I had an early morning planned for tomorrow and didn’t want to miss it.

* * *

I woke up really early, as soon as I sensed the sun rays protruding through the window. I checked my phone and saw it was 6:30 in the morning. I slowly and quietly got out of bed, put on my shorts (I decided it would probably be too much if I just walked out on Snowy and Swan naked and in my full morning glory) and walked straight into the bathroom. Where Snowy was just getting out of the shower. But, where I expected screams and shooing, she just looked up at me and showed me to be quiet as she dried herself with a towel. Still groggy, I completely ignored her nakedness and simply nodded. Well, I had to pee, so I decided to do that. However, since I had my full morning wood on, I had to make some adjustments which made Snowy chuckle silently.

“What are you doing?” she whispered, suppressing her laughter.

“It’s kind of hard to pee with a hard-on,” I said.

“Oh,” she replied. “I’ll let you work it out in peace then.”

We did our morning routine like we were an old couple, completely ignoring the fact that she was naked and that I barely managed to lose my morning erection. After we had finished and Snowy was in her bathing suit, we quickly and quietly strolled through the living space where Swan was sleeping like a baby and exited onto the terrace.

“So, you planning on going to the beach?” I asked.

“Yeah,” Snowy said. “But I don’t know where to go. Are you going with me?”

“If you don’t mind,” I replied. “I mean, I’m up, those two are sleeping, what else can I do.”

“OK then, let’s go,” I said, grabbing the beach towel off the drying rack. Snowy had hers in her hands already.

As we finally got to the point where we had to descend from the road onto the beach, I noticed that Snowy was completely mesmerized by everything around her. She was staring in all directions, obviously stunned by the beauty of it all.

“Snowy,” I snapped my fingers in front of her eyes, “We have to go down here.”

“Wha… Oh, right,” she said, and then suddenly looked around her as if she had no idea how she got here. “Wait, what do you mean, down? It’s just a cliff.”

“Oh, but it’s not. Follow me!” I said. She followed me down the path onto the beach where Lydia and I discovered ourselves again yesterday morning.

“Oh my god! This is so amazing! This is the best beach I’ve even been to in my life!” Snowy yelled out of excitement. “How did you find this?”

“The landlady told us about it,” I said. “You like it?”

“Like it? Oh my god, this is amazing. Let’s go for a swim!”

I nodded and pulled down my shorts, not even thinking about it.

“Whoah, whoah!” Snowy suddenly stepped back. “What are-”

“Oh, sorry, I forgot,” I said, acting all meek. “Lydia and I were nude here yesterday, so I automatically...”

“Really? This is a nude beach?” Snowy asked, her face a mix of worry and curiosity.

“Well, not officially,” I said. “But everyone here goes nude on these small beaches.”

“And you’re going to be nude with me here?”

“I mean… Yeah. I forgot my swimming trunks anyway. Wait, is it going to be a problem?” I acted all innocent.

“Um, yeah… No… I don’t know,” Snowy couldn’t decide.

“I’m standing naked in front of you right now. You’ve seen me naked and much more than that. There is no one to see us, and Swan is not going to barge in on us anytime soon. Do I really need to go back up to get my trunks?”

Snowy took me in for the first time since we got to the beach. And she did take her time to eye my crotch. “No. Actually, it won’t be a problem,” she smiled finally.

“There you go,” I shrugged and ran into the calm, warm sea. I swam out some hundred yards and back, and joined Snowy who was just getting comfortable with the sea. As I approached her, I noticed a lack of blue color of her bikini top under the surface.

“Snowy, are you-“ I asked.

“Easy there. I just took my top off,” she replied. “I have a boyfriend, you know.”

“Yeah, and he’s an amazing guy, you know,” I said, complimenting Swan.

“Yeah, he is,” she said. “But there are some things he doesn’t know, and I don’t intend to tell him – well, not yet, anyway.”

“Like the fact that we fucked?” I blurted out, making her blush visibly.

“Yeah, that,” she said finally.

“But he knows we’ve seen you naked,” I said, matter-of-factly.

“I told him that one night we were drunk,” Snowy confessed. “But I left out the details. I don’t know him that well yet. But I do know he’s not as open as you are about nudity and sex.”

“What do you mean?”

“He’s not the guy who would walk around naked – and he doesn’t talk about sex like it’s food or sports, except when he’s joking around with other people,” Snowy said.

“What? He’s going to bed dressed up, and you fuck with lights out?” I asked.

“You moron! No, he’s relaxed when he’s with me – but not around other people,” she said. “I mean, he’s totally cool, and I adore him, but I’ve never seen him act as freely as you do, for example.”

“Honey, you shouldn’t be using me as a benchmark,” I comforted her. “If I was what people considered normal, everyone would be walking around naked and fucking like rabbits.”

Snowy laughed at me. “Guess you got the point. But anyway – I’ve never heard him talk about being naked around other people, or even mention some of the more… Um, open-minded stuff.”

“Is he…” I wiggled my pinky finger at her.

“Wha… No! God no! I don’t want to sound stereotypical or racist in any way, but he’s really hung for an Asian guy. Like, he’s about your size down there.”

“Well, how about we try and relax him a bit while you’re here?” I asked.

“How?” Snowy asked. “You’ll have to relax me first.”

“On that subject – if I can be so bold to ask – what happened after that night? Why didn’t we ever do it again?”

Snowy rolled her eyes: “Long story. Let’s go out on the towels.”

We climbed out of the sea and sat down to dry off. It was still early in the morning, and it wasn’t too hot. Snowy was topless, and her big, beautiful tits were hanging right in front of me, her nipples tight. I had no idea if it was just my imagination, but she seemed to have lost a little weight, and all of it in the waist area, which made her hourglass figure even more prominent. All of her major assets remained as they were or even tighter. She was really short in comparison to Lydia, barely reaching five and a half feet in height. But her curvature was perfect – I always compared her body to that of Salma Hayek or even Beyonce, except that Snowy was a light-skinned brunette and her tits were huge – DD’s and then some. As we dried off, I noticed she was glancing my crotch rather of