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I did not know what to expect when starting my first day at 'The Convent', as it was known from its past association with a Catholic woman's refuge.
Now it was a retreat for disabled people and those with learning difficulties, to be cared for and looked after, something I thought long and hard about, having seen my own personal life in tatters and just wanting to have my space and appreciate others less fortunate.
I was going to spend four months before heading off to University, which meant leaving life as I knew it and getting on with helping others and gaining my own strength to cope without personal conflations from boyfriends.
I had opted for isolation duties and living in as the convent was situated in the deep countryside and I was happy at that privacy and checked in with a determined steely attitude.
I was surprised at the range of people who were in care which covered all ages and both sexes, with young men with learning difficulties and high sex drives, so it was suggested to me that I avoid duties as the boys would be attracted to someone like me, but on second though I said, no, I was willing to learn from them and was then told, somewhat bluntly, I would have to dispense hand-jobs, whenever they got erections.
Giving a stranger a wank sounded perverse, but these poor guys had not a clue as to the severity of it being done to them to keep them cool, a wank was better than medication, and some of the older woman, got a kick out of keeping the young men happy.
I had been sexually active with the guy I had broke up with some four months back and at nineteen it was expected of me to be able to handle most situations, especially when the girls with mental problems were allowed to mix with the boys, and all they wanted to do was fuck each other.
There was an incident the following day, which was nice weather wise and we all went for a picnic in the grounds and before we knew it, a couple had slipped off and were at it behind a bush, by the time a warden and I reached them, the boy was inside the girl and they were fucking like a couple of rabbits.
We had to dive in and pull them apart myself with my arms around the naked boy, who was in his late twenties and very strong, but he had a large penis and it was like a strong spring and I was ordered by the warden to try and subdue him, which meant wanking him to keep him occupied while she wrestled with the girl, who just wanted to fuck.
Soon I was on my own talking calmly to this young man as I stroked his cock and tickled his balls the way my ex-boyfriend used to like having done to him.
He was lying back and had a beautiful body which sexually aroused me, as it had been ages since my last sex. I looked around and realised we were completely alone in the field behind this bush. I loved the feel of his cock and its shape and size, all of a sudden my ex-boyfriend really did not matter as I began to wank this guy with a little bit of feeling as by now I knew I was wet and getting into the mood.
I was hoping to be left alone with him for a little longer and began to touch him elsewhere as I made our togetherness more personal and friendly, my ex-boyfriend was suddenly history as I played with this boys cock and he was certainly enjoying my touching.
I heard my name being called and my heart sank and immediately adjusted myself to a less conspicuous position, so by the time she arrived, I looked as if I was labouring with something I did not quite enjoy.
'Let me finish here', she said, as she dropped beside me and took his cock out of my hand, I lingered feeling angry at being stopped but she insisted I should go back and she would bring the young man back once he was finished.
I could still feel him in my hand as I walked back to where everyone was and was immediately informed that boy was probably enjoying full intercourse as the woman who relieved me, liked to have a daily fuck, as if it were a perk to be enjoyed, and sure enough, I found out later that was what she did, she got on top of him and went all the way, I felt anger at that, like I did when my boyfriend cheated on me, only now, it was a stranger.
It's a strange old world and now the gloves were off, there were lots of males in here and I decided I was going to have my share of them, that night as I lay in bed, I masturbated in my head thinking about the boy I nearly had and his beautiful cock was there for me to touch and use as my body dictated.
I was awoken by my alarm on my bedside cabinet and I dressed hastily, going around the beds to ensure our charges were awake and alive and hard, yes I had thought about how men get morning erections, like my ex did and soon I joined the throng of care takers moving to the beds to assist the men dress themselves.
One woman in her forties saw me approach and stood directly in my path, 'You're the new girl who arrived yesterday', she remarked, and when I acknowledged her comment, she told me to follow her, which I did and we went threw a door into another ward, where older men patients were cared for and we went into a room with a solitary bed and an old man in it, 'We shall do this man together', she remarked and I noted she had a strange sounding in her voice, as she started to talk to the old man, telling him I was a 'Fresher' and young teenager, and he started to move his hand, which had been stationary under his blanket, there was no mistaking what it was he was doing, as she eased his blanket off to reveal his huge erection.
She turned to me and just said, 'Come, help me', standing aside to let me into his bedside and as I felt the mattress press against my thighs, she whispered, 'Take hold of him and pleasure him'.
My sister was five years older than me and by then a sexual libertine having escaped our fathers strict religious indoctrination rites which he laboured on to us as girls.
On her nineteenth she came home for the start of the summer months before heading off to the Mediterranean Isles for summer work. She had invited her University boyfriend over for a short stay to meet daddy and he was a mature student in his thirties and it showed, he looked his age but he took a liking to me making me feel warm and fuzzy with his attention, which my sister encouraged, as if to spite our father, always claiming he was the reason our mother had left.
I had a relationship with a boy at the time, not a sexual thing as that never interested me but one night when I came home my sister and her boyfriend were having sex with the bedroom door open as I walked past.
He was performing oral on her and I was immediately captivated, as I never had seen such an act and the way my sister clearly enjoyed it.
Later when she and I were alone she asked me what I thought about, when I was spying on her, which embarrassed me, as I was not spying, just walking past, and besides, why was the door open?
She laughed at my anger and curiosity, 'You know you can enjoy it too', she retorted softly, 'I had my first at twelve', which shocked me, but she reassured me I was way old enough to start enjoying the feelings my body gave me for free.
Two days later she engineered for the boy I was friendly with to come over to our house and then encouraged me to take him into my bedroom and start fooling around.
It was only the three of us and before too long, she was being proven right, I did like the attention and the feelings of being licked down there and as I closed my eyes and intensified the feelings, I momentarily opened them to see my sister watching us, from the slightly ajar door behind the boys back, she was smiling and waved encouragement as I performed for her, raising my hips and grinding into his face until I could feel that point of no return, I was cumming, but to my horror my sister waved to her left and stood aside to let her boyfriend watch me having an orgasm, that was when I saw she was also masturbating him as he watched me, we both seemed to cum together, then she closed my bedroom door and left me with the boy.
The first thing that struck me about 'Hat Yai' was the rotten vegetation smell as we made our way to our hotel on the Tuk-Tuk from the airport, why a Tuk-Tuk, 'This is where you meet interesting people', my husband said and as we were here specifically for a sexual experience, I agreed to get into one with a short and revealing skirt, and sit open-legged, firstly to dare myself and build up the sexual tension for a great fuck afterwards, and secondly, I have always fantasized about being a prostitute and letting men touch me inappropriately, not for money, like a real prostitute, but for the pleasure of just lying back and seeing the pleasure in the man's face, as his hands explored.
Two weeks before we came here I had rented the movie 'Emmanuel in Thailand', when my husband was away working offshore in Malaysia.
I found an obscure pleasure in imagining him fucking Asian girls, young girls like they reported about girls as young as twelve pleasuring old fat western men for money, something synonymous with my own experience, at that tender age, when I masturbated a lot once the pleasure of an orgasm became a reality. I used to get naked and let men see me and watch then jack off, all from a safe distance except once when he came into my bedroom and cummed on my face as I pretend slept in the darkness, I think he knew I was touching myself under the duvet as he pressed his cock into my face and felt my hot breath on his balls.
That was my only experience up until I met my husband and the scene in 'Emmanuel' was when he invited the driver of the horse and cart they were in, to take his wife's underwear off, just seeing that old man slide his hands up under her skirt and pull her panties off, made me wet myself, I wanted my husband to ask an old Thai man to do it to me, only not stop him like it happened in the movie, I wanted to be used sexually and feel his cock inside me and shoot.
It did not happen that night, but a western guy got in, a little worse for drinking or d**gs, and as the journey back was just under an hour, I sat quietly and listened to both of them discuss Thai girls and what they liked to do to them. He sat opposite me and I sat opened legged looking elsewhere, knowing my husband was getting turned on by my slutty behaviour, when this guy alighted at his stop, he put his hand on my naked thigh with his fingers on the inner part and gave me such a powerful squeeze, his fingertips bruised me, my husband measured how close he was to my crotch, one inch and I did nothing to acknowledge he was that close to my wet pussy, it proved to me at least, I was here to enjoy myself and that I was willing to go and do whatever to live the experience, that western culture forbade women to do, it was both exhilarating and liberating, especially when I dressed like a slut and behaved without limitations.
We had checked into a hotel that was not first class as we could afford that without any problem, it was basic but comfortable, and known for the oilmen who like to have the young girls for massages and sex, this is where I was going to stay, amongst these rough men to have that experience of being chatted-up for sex by men used to just taking a girls hand and leading her to his bed and making her do unspeakable things for him to enjoy, only I was a white and well educated girl, I was sure seeing my white pussy alongside the smooth silky brown pussy of a Thai girl, would be something these old men never imagined.
The choice of hotel was right, though the name 'Red Planet', did not sound exclusive, but my husband assured me it was just perfect for us as it was used by all the service companies and full of horny men. No sooner had we checked in for seven days and nights, there was a knock on our door saw two girls, one s*******n and her younger sibling, who was twelve, standing there with bath towels as there were none in the bathroom, within five minutes of arriving, there was a girl in your bedroom offering the men an opportunity to fuck.
The older girl, chatted and joked with my husband while I busied myself with unpacking, it was not that she was being rude, trying to entice my husband to pay her for sex, it was the fact, that her younger sister was there to witness and learn the trade, that thought excited me and I signaled to my husband it was willing to take a back seat and watch, it was so open and liberated and I found myself being drawn to this beautiful young woman asking my husband if he would like to use her for sex.
I went into the bathroom to undress and put on a robe, my hands were trembling as I rubbed my wet pussy, expecting to walk out and see my husband fucking this beautiful slim Thai girl and her sister watching, but when I did come out, they were both gone, 'Tomorrow', he said and we fucked for the first time in Thailand, and my moans an echoes wafted from our open windows as I told listening ears I was a hot woman looking for fun, just as my voice mingle and mixed, until lost with those female sounds being emitted from the other rooms, where dirty old white men were cumming in the sweet silky brown Thai girl's pussies, so willingly doing what I was enjoying.
The morning came with all the hustle and bustle of the main road below our open window and I got up and went across to the window and peered out and down to the street three levels below, the fact I was still nude was a liberating and exciting feeling as I watched men and school boys walk under my window, my nipples rigid with the cool morning air and sexual tension building between my girlish thighs, I was in the mood to continue where we stopped last night, I had never felt so horny as I stood framed by the window and toyed with myself, daring any man or boy to look up and catch me being naughty.
I was having one of those masturbation sessions where you are always on the edge and lacking that something that gives you the impetus to trip you over the edge and into an orgasm.
My eye fell on the small Thai Silk dress I had bought at a small boutique at the airport, like the one she wore in the movie, when the driver eased her panties off, and I went over and pulled it on over my head and felt the soft material mould onto my curves with the hemline barely covering my ass cheeks, as I twisted and turned to try and see how much a man could see of my crotch as I dared myself to go down to the street and walk around.
My husband appeared to be in a deep sleep as I found my hand on the room door and I oped it and stepped out onto a thick pile carpet walking barefoot down towards the hotel entrance foyer only to find myself turning towards the breakfast bar and ordering a cappuccino to return the stares and looks of men staring at me as I sat, suddenly self conscious of how much flesh I was showing. I felt like a whore, which made my stomach churn with sexual excitement especially now I knew why the men stared, it was a crew change and some of the men had not been with a woman for a month and I was a pretty young woman naked except for a short silk dress and a napkin on my lap covering my naked wet pussy, I really felt like the woman in the movie, frightened and sexually aware, my fingers ached to masturbate, when suddenly a big middle-aged man came across, I guess an alpha male as all the other men watched him make his move.
He was friendly enough, polite as American men go, but he found it hard to avert his eyes from my napkin and my juicy flesh it hid, 'You checked in just before me last night', he commented as he settled down opposite me, it felt strange to be chatted up as my husband slept upstairs.
'I don't recall', I retorted, feeling emboldened by my sexual thoughts, 'I guess I never pay too much attention to what's going on around me', I continued as if apologizing for nor noticing a man who was obviously noting me.
I sipped my cappuccino, sort off enjoying his forwardness, I guess when females are receptive, men making a sexual move can be appealing to them.
'You were drawing attention with your great legs', he complimented me, as like this short silk dress, my other travelling dress looked like shorts, but it was a skirt that easily showed my butt cheeks, hubby liked for me to be exhibitionist and entice men to want me.
'You like my legs', I laughed and felt good for his compliment, 'Please tell me you were not wearing a thong', he laughingly tossed back, I knew what he was driving at, the string on the thong makes it appear your are 'commando', and as I pondered my answer, he was staring at my napkin, 'You are right', I said quietly, my voice thick with desire, and I lifted my napkin and folded it slowly on purpose, noting his eyes widen as my pussy came into he eye contact, 'I was like this', I continued, 'the way I like to be', as he slid his foot between my own and forced my thighs to part, suddenly it was just him and I and I wanted to have sex, right there and now, even the commotion of all the rig men making their way out, to go to the rig, meant nothing to me, the clock read 08:05 and I wanted to fuck.
I am a girl, who, when sunbathing, gets horny. Sun, Sand, and Sex a triple doze that would thaw any frozen pussy from frigidity to gang bang status if oiled by wine and sun lotion, which is what happened to me with a friend of my husband.
It was not my first foray onto a nude beach, I had done so way back as a p*****nage girl, flat chested and bald between my legs. I have said so on occasions about being on the shoreline and playing with the wonderfully warm smooth pebbles, washed by the ocean and slipped inside my vagina, as if popping a penny into a slot, until it began to feel heavy, then I would get up and walk into the ocean and feel the pebbles move over and against each other, sending little vibrations throughout my body, as I am convinced I was experiencing orgasms, little eruptions of pleasure a girl on eight and nine discovered quite by her own fondling and accident, a mother natures vibrator, and release them into the water one at a time to sink into the sand at my feet and feel the loss shamelessly I clearly knew of the value of my vagina was to me as a pleasure organ and that made it easy for the older men daring enough to touch me, below the water line, and I they.
I had a precocious puberty and intercourse began at a raft where I held onto and treaded water as cock replaced the pebbles and fucking became a reality and not just a word as my friends in school bragged and lied about their encounters, I was happily cavorting nude with pebble like breasts, flat stomach, and a blondish fuzz on my pubic bone with labia swollen enticing men who stared longingly as I passed them, challenging them to follow me out to the anchored raft and get in behind me and fuck.
By twenty three and married two of those adult years we went back to the very same beach and the raft where so many rivets were as numerous as the men who had seeded me all those years back, so why should my secret sex life not be adorned with a new chapter, as my eyes fell on a friend of my husband who was showing a healthy sexual interest in my open legged pose as I smiled and looked at his fat cock.
The beach line was rugged and with reeds and gorse, providing shelter from the hot sun, and if you required, from prying eyes, as there are always loads of free sex going on as you went along the shore and saw white bums bouncing with the moans of females being gratified mingling with the cries of the gulls.
My husband went into the ocean for a dip to cool off, a five minute walk to the shoreline and plenty of naked girls to keep him amused, two years of the same pussy, regardless of how tight and pleasurable it is, another one is the spice of life, which I was more than willing to endure, as my eyes fell upon his friends erection and my words echoing in my ears, 'Would you like to fuck me'?
I lay on my stomach on my towel watching my husband from afar from between the reeds as his friend mounted me and rode me with a power I had long forgotten, so much so I started cumming very quickly and my vision and focus on my husband was temporarily lost.
As I regained composure and a vagina full of fresh semen, I suddenly became aware we were surrounded by voyeurs, men of all ages masturbating to the sight and smell of my wanton need for sex.
His friend realizing my predicament offered to intervene, but I suggested he join my husband and keep him occupied, swim, go for a beach stroll, chat to girls showing interest in them and I would ask these men to go in peace.
He did as I bade and as he waded into the water I felt the first man push into my wet pussy, there were six, a number I could cope with easily and men closed in tightly on me and the pleasure of their touchings and sweet and salty semen's, brought back that youthful beginnings on this very sandy beach, with as many lost hymens as sand grains.
Have you recognised any of my traits in your own wives or girlfriends? Let me know in a small comment after the story, and thanks for reading it.
Now it was a retreat for disabled people and those with learning difficulties, to be cared for and looked after, something I thought long and hard about, having seen my own personal life in tatters and just wanting to have my space and appreciate others less fortunate.
I was going to spend four months before heading off to University, which meant leaving life as I knew it and getting on with helping others and gaining my own strength to cope without personal conflations from boyfriends.
I had opted for isolation duties and living in as the convent was situated in the deep countryside and I was happy at that privacy and checked in with a determined steely attitude.
I was surprised at the range of people who were in care which covered all ages and both sexes, with young men with learning difficulties and high sex drives, so it was suggested to me that I avoid duties as the boys would be attracted to someone like me, but on second though I said, no, I was willing to learn from them and was then told, somewhat bluntly, I would have to dispense hand-jobs, whenever they got erections.
Giving a stranger a wank sounded perverse, but these poor guys had not a clue as to the severity of it being done to them to keep them cool, a wank was better than medication, and some of the older woman, got a kick out of keeping the young men happy.
I had been sexually active with the guy I had broke up with some four months back and at nineteen it was expected of me to be able to handle most situations, especially when the girls with mental problems were allowed to mix with the boys, and all they wanted to do was fuck each other.
There was an incident the following day, which was nice weather wise and we all went for a picnic in the grounds and before we knew it, a couple had slipped off and were at it behind a bush, by the time a warden and I reached them, the boy was inside the girl and they were fucking like a couple of rabbits.
We had to dive in and pull them apart myself with my arms around the naked boy, who was in his late twenties and very strong, but he had a large penis and it was like a strong spring and I was ordered by the warden to try and subdue him, which meant wanking him to keep him occupied while she wrestled with the girl, who just wanted to fuck.
Soon I was on my own talking calmly to this young man as I stroked his cock and tickled his balls the way my ex-boyfriend used to like having done to him.
He was lying back and had a beautiful body which sexually aroused me, as it had been ages since my last sex. I looked around and realised we were completely alone in the field behind this bush. I loved the feel of his cock and its shape and size, all of a sudden my ex-boyfriend really did not matter as I began to wank this guy with a little bit of feeling as by now I knew I was wet and getting into the mood.
I was hoping to be left alone with him for a little longer and began to touch him elsewhere as I made our togetherness more personal and friendly, my ex-boyfriend was suddenly history as I played with this boys cock and he was certainly enjoying my touching.
I heard my name being called and my heart sank and immediately adjusted myself to a less conspicuous position, so by the time she arrived, I looked as if I was labouring with something I did not quite enjoy.
'Let me finish here', she said, as she dropped beside me and took his cock out of my hand, I lingered feeling angry at being stopped but she insisted I should go back and she would bring the young man back once he was finished.
I could still feel him in my hand as I walked back to where everyone was and was immediately informed that boy was probably enjoying full intercourse as the woman who relieved me, liked to have a daily fuck, as if it were a perk to be enjoyed, and sure enough, I found out later that was what she did, she got on top of him and went all the way, I felt anger at that, like I did when my boyfriend cheated on me, only now, it was a stranger.
It's a strange old world and now the gloves were off, there were lots of males in here and I decided I was going to have my share of them, that night as I lay in bed, I masturbated in my head thinking about the boy I nearly had and his beautiful cock was there for me to touch and use as my body dictated.
I was awoken by my alarm on my bedside cabinet and I dressed hastily, going around the beds to ensure our charges were awake and alive and hard, yes I had thought about how men get morning erections, like my ex did and soon I joined the throng of care takers moving to the beds to assist the men dress themselves.
One woman in her forties saw me approach and stood directly in my path, 'You're the new girl who arrived yesterday', she remarked, and when I acknowledged her comment, she told me to follow her, which I did and we went threw a door into another ward, where older men patients were cared for and we went into a room with a solitary bed and an old man in it, 'We shall do this man together', she remarked and I noted she had a strange sounding in her voice, as she started to talk to the old man, telling him I was a 'Fresher' and young teenager, and he started to move his hand, which had been stationary under his blanket, there was no mistaking what it was he was doing, as she eased his blanket off to reveal his huge erection.
She turned to me and just said, 'Come, help me', standing aside to let me into his bedside and as I felt the mattress press against my thighs, she whispered, 'Take hold of him and pleasure him'.
My sister was five years older than me and by then a sexual libertine having escaped our fathers strict religious indoctrination rites which he laboured on to us as girls.
On her nineteenth she came home for the start of the summer months before heading off to the Mediterranean Isles for summer work. She had invited her University boyfriend over for a short stay to meet daddy and he was a mature student in his thirties and it showed, he looked his age but he took a liking to me making me feel warm and fuzzy with his attention, which my sister encouraged, as if to spite our father, always claiming he was the reason our mother had left.
I had a relationship with a boy at the time, not a sexual thing as that never interested me but one night when I came home my sister and her boyfriend were having sex with the bedroom door open as I walked past.
He was performing oral on her and I was immediately captivated, as I never had seen such an act and the way my sister clearly enjoyed it.
Later when she and I were alone she asked me what I thought about, when I was spying on her, which embarrassed me, as I was not spying, just walking past, and besides, why was the door open?
She laughed at my anger and curiosity, 'You know you can enjoy it too', she retorted softly, 'I had my first at twelve', which shocked me, but she reassured me I was way old enough to start enjoying the feelings my body gave me for free.
Two days later she engineered for the boy I was friendly with to come over to our house and then encouraged me to take him into my bedroom and start fooling around.
It was only the three of us and before too long, she was being proven right, I did like the attention and the feelings of being licked down there and as I closed my eyes and intensified the feelings, I momentarily opened them to see my sister watching us, from the slightly ajar door behind the boys back, she was smiling and waved encouragement as I performed for her, raising my hips and grinding into his face until I could feel that point of no return, I was cumming, but to my horror my sister waved to her left and stood aside to let her boyfriend watch me having an orgasm, that was when I saw she was also masturbating him as he watched me, we both seemed to cum together, then she closed my bedroom door and left me with the boy.
The first thing that struck me about 'Hat Yai' was the rotten vegetation smell as we made our way to our hotel on the Tuk-Tuk from the airport, why a Tuk-Tuk, 'This is where you meet interesting people', my husband said and as we were here specifically for a sexual experience, I agreed to get into one with a short and revealing skirt, and sit open-legged, firstly to dare myself and build up the sexual tension for a great fuck afterwards, and secondly, I have always fantasized about being a prostitute and letting men touch me inappropriately, not for money, like a real prostitute, but for the pleasure of just lying back and seeing the pleasure in the man's face, as his hands explored.
Two weeks before we came here I had rented the movie 'Emmanuel in Thailand', when my husband was away working offshore in Malaysia.
I found an obscure pleasure in imagining him fucking Asian girls, young girls like they reported about girls as young as twelve pleasuring old fat western men for money, something synonymous with my own experience, at that tender age, when I masturbated a lot once the pleasure of an orgasm became a reality. I used to get naked and let men see me and watch then jack off, all from a safe distance except once when he came into my bedroom and cummed on my face as I pretend slept in the darkness, I think he knew I was touching myself under the duvet as he pressed his cock into my face and felt my hot breath on his balls.
That was my only experience up until I met my husband and the scene in 'Emmanuel' was when he invited the driver of the horse and cart they were in, to take his wife's underwear off, just seeing that old man slide his hands up under her skirt and pull her panties off, made me wet myself, I wanted my husband to ask an old Thai man to do it to me, only not stop him like it happened in the movie, I wanted to be used sexually and feel his cock inside me and shoot.
It did not happen that night, but a western guy got in, a little worse for drinking or d**gs, and as the journey back was just under an hour, I sat quietly and listened to both of them discuss Thai girls and what they liked to do to them. He sat opposite me and I sat opened legged looking elsewhere, knowing my husband was getting turned on by my slutty behaviour, when this guy alighted at his stop, he put his hand on my naked thigh with his fingers on the inner part and gave me such a powerful squeeze, his fingertips bruised me, my husband measured how close he was to my crotch, one inch and I did nothing to acknowledge he was that close to my wet pussy, it proved to me at least, I was here to enjoy myself and that I was willing to go and do whatever to live the experience, that western culture forbade women to do, it was both exhilarating and liberating, especially when I dressed like a slut and behaved without limitations.
We had checked into a hotel that was not first class as we could afford that without any problem, it was basic but comfortable, and known for the oilmen who like to have the young girls for massages and sex, this is where I was going to stay, amongst these rough men to have that experience of being chatted-up for sex by men used to just taking a girls hand and leading her to his bed and making her do unspeakable things for him to enjoy, only I was a white and well educated girl, I was sure seeing my white pussy alongside the smooth silky brown pussy of a Thai girl, would be something these old men never imagined.
The choice of hotel was right, though the name 'Red Planet', did not sound exclusive, but my husband assured me it was just perfect for us as it was used by all the service companies and full of horny men. No sooner had we checked in for seven days and nights, there was a knock on our door saw two girls, one s*******n and her younger sibling, who was twelve, standing there with bath towels as there were none in the bathroom, within five minutes of arriving, there was a girl in your bedroom offering the men an opportunity to fuck.
The older girl, chatted and joked with my husband while I busied myself with unpacking, it was not that she was being rude, trying to entice my husband to pay her for sex, it was the fact, that her younger sister was there to witness and learn the trade, that thought excited me and I signaled to my husband it was willing to take a back seat and watch, it was so open and liberated and I found myself being drawn to this beautiful young woman asking my husband if he would like to use her for sex.
I went into the bathroom to undress and put on a robe, my hands were trembling as I rubbed my wet pussy, expecting to walk out and see my husband fucking this beautiful slim Thai girl and her sister watching, but when I did come out, they were both gone, 'Tomorrow', he said and we fucked for the first time in Thailand, and my moans an echoes wafted from our open windows as I told listening ears I was a hot woman looking for fun, just as my voice mingle and mixed, until lost with those female sounds being emitted from the other rooms, where dirty old white men were cumming in the sweet silky brown Thai girl's pussies, so willingly doing what I was enjoying.
The morning came with all the hustle and bustle of the main road below our open window and I got up and went across to the window and peered out and down to the street three levels below, the fact I was still nude was a liberating and exciting feeling as I watched men and school boys walk under my window, my nipples rigid with the cool morning air and sexual tension building between my girlish thighs, I was in the mood to continue where we stopped last night, I had never felt so horny as I stood framed by the window and toyed with myself, daring any man or boy to look up and catch me being naughty.
I was having one of those masturbation sessions where you are always on the edge and lacking that something that gives you the impetus to trip you over the edge and into an orgasm.
My eye fell on the small Thai Silk dress I had bought at a small boutique at the airport, like the one she wore in the movie, when the driver eased her panties off, and I went over and pulled it on over my head and felt the soft material mould onto my curves with the hemline barely covering my ass cheeks, as I twisted and turned to try and see how much a man could see of my crotch as I dared myself to go down to the street and walk around.
My husband appeared to be in a deep sleep as I found my hand on the room door and I oped it and stepped out onto a thick pile carpet walking barefoot down towards the hotel entrance foyer only to find myself turning towards the breakfast bar and ordering a cappuccino to return the stares and looks of men staring at me as I sat, suddenly self conscious of how much flesh I was showing. I felt like a whore, which made my stomach churn with sexual excitement especially now I knew why the men stared, it was a crew change and some of the men had not been with a woman for a month and I was a pretty young woman naked except for a short silk dress and a napkin on my lap covering my naked wet pussy, I really felt like the woman in the movie, frightened and sexually aware, my fingers ached to masturbate, when suddenly a big middle-aged man came across, I guess an alpha male as all the other men watched him make his move.
He was friendly enough, polite as American men go, but he found it hard to avert his eyes from my napkin and my juicy flesh it hid, 'You checked in just before me last night', he commented as he settled down opposite me, it felt strange to be chatted up as my husband slept upstairs.
'I don't recall', I retorted, feeling emboldened by my sexual thoughts, 'I guess I never pay too much attention to what's going on around me', I continued as if apologizing for nor noticing a man who was obviously noting me.
I sipped my cappuccino, sort off enjoying his forwardness, I guess when females are receptive, men making a sexual move can be appealing to them.
'You were drawing attention with your great legs', he complimented me, as like this short silk dress, my other travelling dress looked like shorts, but it was a skirt that easily showed my butt cheeks, hubby liked for me to be exhibitionist and entice men to want me.
'You like my legs', I laughed and felt good for his compliment, 'Please tell me you were not wearing a thong', he laughingly tossed back, I knew what he was driving at, the string on the thong makes it appear your are 'commando', and as I pondered my answer, he was staring at my napkin, 'You are right', I said quietly, my voice thick with desire, and I lifted my napkin and folded it slowly on purpose, noting his eyes widen as my pussy came into he eye contact, 'I was like this', I continued, 'the way I like to be', as he slid his foot between my own and forced my thighs to part, suddenly it was just him and I and I wanted to have sex, right there and now, even the commotion of all the rig men making their way out, to go to the rig, meant nothing to me, the clock read 08:05 and I wanted to fuck.
I am a girl, who, when sunbathing, gets horny. Sun, Sand, and Sex a triple doze that would thaw any frozen pussy from frigidity to gang bang status if oiled by wine and sun lotion, which is what happened to me with a friend of my husband.
It was not my first foray onto a nude beach, I had done so way back as a p*****nage girl, flat chested and bald between my legs. I have said so on occasions about being on the shoreline and playing with the wonderfully warm smooth pebbles, washed by the ocean and slipped inside my vagina, as if popping a penny into a slot, until it began to feel heavy, then I would get up and walk into the ocean and feel the pebbles move over and against each other, sending little vibrations throughout my body, as I am convinced I was experiencing orgasms, little eruptions of pleasure a girl on eight and nine discovered quite by her own fondling and accident, a mother natures vibrator, and release them into the water one at a time to sink into the sand at my feet and feel the loss shamelessly I clearly knew of the value of my vagina was to me as a pleasure organ and that made it easy for the older men daring enough to touch me, below the water line, and I they.
I had a precocious puberty and intercourse began at a raft where I held onto and treaded water as cock replaced the pebbles and fucking became a reality and not just a word as my friends in school bragged and lied about their encounters, I was happily cavorting nude with pebble like breasts, flat stomach, and a blondish fuzz on my pubic bone with labia swollen enticing men who stared longingly as I passed them, challenging them to follow me out to the anchored raft and get in behind me and fuck.
By twenty three and married two of those adult years we went back to the very same beach and the raft where so many rivets were as numerous as the men who had seeded me all those years back, so why should my secret sex life not be adorned with a new chapter, as my eyes fell on a friend of my husband who was showing a healthy sexual interest in my open legged pose as I smiled and looked at his fat cock.
The beach line was rugged and with reeds and gorse, providing shelter from the hot sun, and if you required, from prying eyes, as there are always loads of free sex going on as you went along the shore and saw white bums bouncing with the moans of females being gratified mingling with the cries of the gulls.
My husband went into the ocean for a dip to cool off, a five minute walk to the shoreline and plenty of naked girls to keep him amused, two years of the same pussy, regardless of how tight and pleasurable it is, another one is the spice of life, which I was more than willing to endure, as my eyes fell upon his friends erection and my words echoing in my ears, 'Would you like to fuck me'?
I lay on my stomach on my towel watching my husband from afar from between the reeds as his friend mounted me and rode me with a power I had long forgotten, so much so I started cumming very quickly and my vision and focus on my husband was temporarily lost.
As I regained composure and a vagina full of fresh semen, I suddenly became aware we were surrounded by voyeurs, men of all ages masturbating to the sight and smell of my wanton need for sex.
His friend realizing my predicament offered to intervene, but I suggested he join my husband and keep him occupied, swim, go for a beach stroll, chat to girls showing interest in them and I would ask these men to go in peace.
He did as I bade and as he waded into the water I felt the first man push into my wet pussy, there were six, a number I could cope with easily and men closed in tightly on me and the pleasure of their touchings and sweet and salty semen's, brought back that youthful beginnings on this very sandy beach, with as many lost hymens as sand grains.
Have you recognised any of my traits in your own wives or girlfriends? Let me know in a small comment after the story, and thanks for reading it.
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