Pushing Limits
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Chapter One
Dane
The ride from Grantley Adams International Airport to the St. Peter’s Bay Resort is bumpy, but we are soon pulling up at the lobby of the resort. The butterflies in my stomach are fluttering on overdrive right now, and I have to admit that I am sweating just a little. But it’s not from the 32C Barbados heat. I can’t believe that we are pulling this off, that we are actually meeting for a four-day mini-holiday together.
This get-away is risky, we both know, but the sexual tension between us since our snow-stayed night in Ohio has taken control of both of us. So here I am, pulling up to the resort that will be our playground for the next few days. Darcy will be arriving in an hour or so, so that will give me time to settle my nerves, check in to our room and have a good look around.
Darcy is on business in Miami for three days, but that actually doesn’t start until Wednesday morning. She booked Monday and Tuesday as holidays, so that we could fold this extended weekend in Barbados into her trip, under the guise of company business. I’m not really sure how she justified leaving on Friday for a conference that is supposedly starting on Monday. She assured me that there would be no questions on her end, and that she had it all covered.
Meanwhile, I am down here on a cycling trip around the island, which I definitely will do, but it won’t take me a week, that’s for sure. I will take the last three days, after Darcy leaves, to explore the island on my bicycle, but I will use the resort as my home base as I have booked our room for the full week.
A porter is putting my boxed bicycle and my bags on a trolley as I make my way to the counter. The young man at the desk smiles coyly when I mention that my female friend will be arriving later. I guess he sees this kind of thing a lot.
After tipping the porter, I open the door and survey a very spacious, nicely-decorated room, with a panoramic view of the pool and complex below and the gentle lapping of the Caribbean Sea. This time we DO have one inviting king-sized bed, not twins, as was the case in Cleveland. I smile to myself as I ponder the workout that bed will get over the next four days, as I allow myself a playful bounce on it. And there is no snow blasting outside this time, thankfully.
On the contrary, the sky is a dreamy blue and the warm Caribbean air is invigorating as I step out onto the quaint balcony to glance around further. I do wish I had my bag of toys, like I had in Cleveland, but that was not meant to be on this trip. All I managed to slip in my pannier bag were the vibrating panties. They were so much fun at dinner during our previous “storm stay” the previous winter. Given Darcy’s sense of adventure and her general inclination towards the erotic, I am sure that we’ll find an opportunity to use them again.
We had talked, dreamed and sexted about so many other wild sexual fantasies in the many months of corresponding after our first meeting. We realized that we were both very liberal, sexually-driven people, with much greater sexual appetites than typical mid-lifers. As well as enjoying each other’s companionship, thoughts and humour in this relaxing, beautiful setting, I know that these four days will end up a wild adventure in our shared wanton lust. We both know that coming in.
I slip into my bathing suit, slide a singlet over my head, slip my sandals over my toes, and make my way back down to the lobby. I’m doing all I can to keep the devilish smile off my face, as I stroll past the a-la-carts, bars and shops the resort offers. I plan to grab a beer and wait for my sexy, naughty American spark plug to arrive from the airport.
As I walk down the interlocking brick walkway under a canopy of palm trees, I wonder idly what she will be wearing, as I recall her generous figure. She was to have an hour layover in Miami on the way here, so she will have had time to get into clothing fitting for this lovely tropical climate. I day-dream about the desk attendant staring at her striking figure, clad in some low-cut top that shows off her breasts. Mmmm… it’s going to be a great four days.
Darcy
Stepping out of the Uber I enter paradise. The smell of hibiscus and coconut floating along a gentle breeze puts me in an island-carefree mood. I take a quick glance around before I head to check in. Oh my, it’s absolutely breathtaking.
I’ll admit when Dane mentioned a mini-vacation to me a few months back, I wasn’t sure if I’d be able to pull it off, but when my boss asked me to go to the Miami conference in lieu of him, I jumped at the chance. I knew I’d be able to add a few days on to my business trip by using the excuse that I needed to get the proper paperwork ready, and my presentation on PowerPoint. I told my husband that it was a big deal for me to be handed this opportunity, so he never doubted the extra days. He’s never really paid attention to my career enough to realize that I’m the person behind the demonstrations and lectures, that my boss just delivers them, usually.
The guy at check-in gives me my room card and informs me that my friend has already arrived. He has a curious smile on his face as he tells me this. I wonder about this, but thank him and leave the lobby with a bellboy at tow. I look back and the check-in guy is definitely checking me out, still smiling. Hmmmm.
Looking around the room, I contemplate whether to unpack first or immediately head out to find Dane. I’m anxious to see him so I decided that unpacking can be done later. I go to freshen up my look when I notice a pair of vibrating panties on the bathroom counter with a note “Wear me”.
‘Here we go again,’ I smile.
With no hesitation I trade the lace panties with the vibrating ones. I smooth down my sun dress, feeling my curves and turning around to see my ass in the mirror. “Yep! Still hot!” I pin my hair up and out the door I go.
I head immediately to the bar Dane mentioned in his text. Gotta start this vacation off right. The bartender comes up to me, grabs a flower and says “May I ?” I nod my head and he tucks it behind my ear. “Now you look like a lady on vacation who is ready for a drink.”
“As a matter of fact, I am just that, and I’ll take a Rum Punch please!” I take a look around, as he’s making my drink, but I don’t see Dane anywhere. I guess I could have him paged. I turn back around as the bartender sits my drink down in front of me.
“My name is Jason if you need anything.” I nod and thank him, and he heads over to serve another vacationer.
I bring the glass to my lips for my first sip and… HOLY SHIT! I almost spill my Rum Punch on myself as my magic panties buzz. Fuck that felt good, but a warning would have been nice. I look around to see if anyone noticed my reaction, and to see where that mischievous Dane is. Nope, everyone is too engrossed in their own good time to notice me. The little devil has turned it off again, and I don’t know what to expect.
‘Okay, let’s try this again,’ I tell myself. Aware that Dane is likely to buzz my clit again, I gingerly take another drink and this time… it’s heaven. Yep… tastes like vacation! While sipping away on my drink, I lose myself, taking in the romantic scenery. A girl could get used to this. Then, out of nowhere again, a jolt hits my clit, and suddenly I’m getting wetter. God, I love these panties!
Dane
It’s been quite a few months since Darcy and I last met in the flesh, so our warm hug lasts a very long time. The feeling of her body next to mine, those full breasts pushing into my abs, is exquisite. My hand slides up her side, around the back of her neck and then under her chin.
I pull away slightly, lifting her chin so that I can meet her lips. I know that we are in a bar, but I need this. We lock lips, our tongues dancing, and my hand slides up to her hair, and then the back of her head. I feel her shaking, as we stay locked, her breath ragged, until finally we pull away and survey each other. She only pretended to be mad about my buzzing her panties from a distance. I know she actually loves it.
“You look beautiful, as always,” I finally utter, my eyes riding easily over the sheer sun dress that flatters every generous curve on her figure. She is even better-looking than I remember from the last trip, and from the many pics and videos we have exchanged.
“You look pretty good yourself, Dane. It looks like you are ready for the pool,” she looks down at my bathing suit, which is unfortunately showing my growing appreciation for her. Sometimes it’s hard being a male, being so transparent! Very hard.
I take her by the arm and sit her back down, so that I don’t cause a scene. People in the bar were already looking at us in our full embrace and basically mauling each other for the last minute or so. I order my beer and we enjoy our face-to-face small talk, catching up on so many things.
Darcy sloughs it off as boring, but I am nonetheless very interested in her work and the conference she will be going to. I can tell that she is good at what she does, and that she takes pride in it. I only get to see this sensuous side of her that likes to play hard, but I can tell that work-a-day Darcy is a force at what she does.
And dammit, if she doesn’t also make me hard every time I am with her, either virtually or in person! I am mustering my self-discipline to get the blood to divert to elsewhere in my body, but the growing erection that popped up during our kiss has not really abated. I really am hopeless in this way. I shuffle positions again, inhaling the scent of her perfume, which doesn’t help my cause at all.
Neither of us are hungry, and we enjoy a refill. I slip around the U-shaped leather couch that surrounds our table in the lobby bar, and snuggle close to her. I give her another gentle kiss on the cheek. “Sorry about the shocking entrance I made. I couldn’t resist,” I tease.
“No worries. I wouldn’t expect less from you actually,” she teases back, “From the look of that weapon under your bathing suit, you’d almost think you were wearing the panties!”
I am embarrassed again, but I laugh it off. I go on the offensive. “Just for that comment… “ I click my control to turn the vibrator back on. I laugh out loud when she literally jumps in her seat.
“You bugger!” she whispers, but Darcy sits back in her chair, as if preparing for liftoff in an airplane. “I absolutely have no idea what attracts me to demented maniac like you!” she whispers again, a little louder. From examining her dancing eyes, she is enjoying the stimulation though, I can tell.
“Takes one to appreciate one, I think,” I volley back, cockily. “You know that I am not letting you out of this bar until you cum for me, right in front of all these people. No crawling under the table this time.”
Her voice is a little raspy, and it jilts a little when I move the remote up to the next setting. One hand is on her drink while the other is rubbing across along her midsection, wanting so badly, I suspect, to massage those swollen nipples as her arousal rises.
She whispers, her voice teetering, “What? You didn’t like me sucking that big cock of yours under the table, Dane? Seems to me that… uhhh… you-you enjoyed it a lot.” She slumps back and her eyes roll back in her head. Her nipples are poking nosily through the sheer fabric of her sundress now. Oh my!
There is no hope for repressing my hardon at this point. I choose to reach down and subtly redirect the sprawl to a more comfortable angle in my bathing suit. I so love watching this woman getting aroused. And her orgasms are so intense! But watching her on her way to cumming right in this bar is even more of a treat.
Darcy trembles a little as she downs the last of her second rum. I am barely 1/3 through my second glass of beer, but I think she has been sipping a little extra, to calm her nerves. For a woman who usually thrives on being in charge, I marvel how she hungers for being controlled and exploited like this. Darcy has a distant, desperate look in her hazel eyes. I see her scanning others in the room.
“None of these people sipping their drinks have any idea what a horny little thing you really are, Darcy,” I tease. “They just think you are a hot, middle-aged American woman with great tits. I wonder what they’d think if they knew that little Ms. Suburbs was on the verge of cumming right in front of them.” Her deep eyes stare daggers at me, a confused mixture of resentment and desperation. She’s close.
I can see her visibly shifting in her seat. She is pumping her hips ever so slightly, and her other hand has now disappeared under the table. I am tempted to pull back and see if she is indeed rubbing her pussy right under our table, but I don’t want to draw any outward attention to her, poor thing.
I really am a bastard. How can I enjoy this teasing so much? I have a nagging feeling that Darcy will get back at me this time, though. She has been such a good sport, taking the fruit of my twisted imagination and always running with it. She has even matched or one-upped my lusty scheming in our online exchanges, but now I wonder if I am indeed pushing her limits. Her vigorous libido, her sense of adventure and her obvious love of everything sexual, never cease to amaze me.
Jason appears again, seeing that Darcy’s drink is empty. “Would you like another, Miss?” he asks. I see her concealed hand has moved back out to the seat as she looks up sweetly at this waiter. His eyes have dropped to her cleavage and, no doubt, to the pronounced tenting effect of her now very erect nipples.
She coolly, but politely responds,”I think I’m fine for now. Very fine, indeed.” Her deep-set eyes turn slowly to me, accusingly, as she says this. But the waiter continues, still eyeing Darcy hungrily.
“And you sir? Would you like another drink?” Jason’s eyes make the transition to me as he finishes this sentence. He definitely has a wanting look in his eyes. Can’t say I blame him. I suspect that I have the same look, at the moment, sitting next to this intoxicating woman who is moments away from orgasm and doing her best to stay composed. The waiter finally leaves, looking back and smiling at Darcy as he does.
“I haven’t been here an hour and you have me horny as a cat in heat, Dane! This is unfair!” she protests. Her hand has slid back to its concealed spot. “I want to take you back to the room and fuck your brains out… right now!” she pants, using her utmost restraint to keep her voice down.
I up the controls to the first pulse mode. Her eyes widen again, she slumps back, and I teleport back to the restaurant in Cleveland where I first tried this crazy toy on her. I can’t believe this middle-aged woman actually slipped under the table and started giving me head right in the restaurant that night. She almost made me cum right there, under the table!
There is no way she is going to do that here, though, as there is no table cloth and the coffee table is too low anyway. Her rocking motion is becoming more pronounced now, and I fear that if someone was looking directly at her, they will definitely suspect what she is doing. Her left shoulder is also twitching up and down, as she rubs herself frantically under the table.
“No. You will fuck me later, Darcy. Right now, you are going to cum hard right in this bar, while looking around innocently at all these happy vacationers. Don’t worry. If I know you, that wet pussy of yours will be spasming soon enough, right in your seat. Now be careful not to be too obvious. No screaming. Keep smiling.”
I grab her free hand and hold it down on the table. I know that she will soon be reaching for my hard cock with that free hand, and I can’t have her do that. Things would quickly get out of hand, like they did in Cleveland, if she started rubbing my hard cock under the table again.
Her breathing is getting shallow and her eyes are as wide as saucers, as she stares through me. The twitching in her other shoulder is getting more pronounced. Fortunately, the patrons are all still busy talking to each other, which is good. But the bartender who served us is looking this way, and definitely smiling.
I wonder if he can see her body movements from there, or if he is just admiring her captivating presence from afar. The way his gaze is locked on her, though, makes me wonder if it could be the former, which could spell trouble for us again. We did get asked to leave the restaurant in Cleveland.
But Jason is definitely smiling as he looks over, and Darcy has not seen him looking at her, so I do the most fun option. I up the remote to its final, deepest pulsating level. I immediately hear a string of muffled groans from Darcy, and the twitching in her shoulder stops immediately. She gasps several times like she is choking on something, and she yanks her hand from my firm grasp and puts it to her mouth to muffle the sounds coming from it.
I see Jason coming out from behind the bar, on his way over to our table. Are we going to be asked to leave again? Other patrons are looking at us, wondering what could be wrong with Darcy. She is bouncing in her seat and her hand bangs the table four times, far too hard. I have my arm around her, and am stroking her hair, comforting her, when the bartender arrives.
“Is everything alright here, Miss?” Beneath his outward show of concern is a twinkle in his eye. He knows something very interesting has been happening here. Even I can’t help but notice that he is now sporting a good-sized bulge in his resort-issue trousers.
Darcy is trying hard to regulate her breathing, and has no words for the waiter. She is not even making eye contact with him. So, like a knight in shining armour, I come to the rescue. “I’m sorry, sir, but she has a condition. These are mini-seizures, and they will subside quickly. She will be fine. Thank you so much for your concern.”
The waiter looks directly at me, with a polite, but off-putting smile on his face. There is a very long pause. Far too long. “Let me know if there is anything I can do to help… or to make you more comfortable, Miss."
Darcy manages to croak out,”Thank you. I’ll be fine.” She raises her head to look at him. “I forgot to take my medication this morning before I left Miami,” she continues, her eyes darting accusingly toward me. The waiter turns to leave, take a few steps, but then returns.
“Never forget your medication, Miss. But I also think that turning off that vibrator that is buzzing below might help your condition too,“ he offers, straight-faced, “Just saying...”
The wide smile returns as he waits for eye contact from Darcy, but does not receive it. Instead, her wide-eyed, killer stare is burning a hole through me, so finally Jason smiles, “Enjoy your stay at St. Peter’s Bay Resort, my friends.”
“Thank you so much,” I offer meekly to the bartender, slinking my hand covertly into my pocket to shut off the remote. Oh oh! I brace myself for some possible physical abuse as the waiter jaunts back behind the bar. He looks back and looks to be laughing to himself. Can’t blame him, I guess. This has been an interesting start to our evening.
Darcy
“Dane, you’ll pay for this... trust me,” I whisper through clenched teeth, as we get up from our table. We decide to head up to the room to change and get ready for dinner. As we make our way past the check-in desk, I turn to him and threaten,“I have half a mind to stop here and see if they have any vacancies...” But I give Dane a wink to let him know that I am only teasing.
Dane smiles at me. He takes me by the arm. “How about I make it up to you?”
Shrugging my shoulders, I give him a ‘We’ll see…’ kind of grin and laugh. As we leave, I look over at Jason, the bartender, and smile shyly. He tips his head to me and returns a huge smile. Oh my.
The resort is beautiful and our room is stunning. I really didn’t have a chance to take it all in when I first arrived. I rushed in to rush out to find Dane. I open the balcony doors to let the breeze in. The view is amazing. I could stay here forever.
I step out on the balcony and take a deep breath. “Can you order us a few drinks, please?” I ask. Dane doesn’t hesitate. He picks up the receiver, makes the request and then joins me. I’ve made myself comfortable in a lounge chair, soaking up the late afternoon sun and feeling the island air.
“Are you the sexiest thing here?” His hand glides up my leg right to my panties. “Maybe we should take these off.” He loops them with his fingers and I adjust my hips so they slid down my legs and off my body.
He lifts my wet panties to his face and inhales, mmm. “Baby? I’m dying for a taste. Tell me you’re not so mad at me that you’ll deprive yourself of a good pussy licking? I promise you I will do a good job.” He has a phoney ‘apologetic little boy’ look on his face.
Spreading my legs, I feel the warm breeze on my pussy lips and it sends chills through me. I guide his hand to my smooth mound, giving him my approval. Little does he know I’ve been thinking about this moment since we started planning this getaway.
Dane has a very gifted tongue. The way he draws circles on the opening of my vagina while he rubs my clit drives me wild. He describes what he does to me as ’Darcy worship’. I’ve never had that, and now I crave it.
He gets more intense; I’m grinding on two fingers that he has inserted inside my very wet pussy. I feel my clit being sucked in between his lips, then released, then sucked right back in again. Dane knows how to drive me crazy.
As he finger fucks me, my walls tighten around his digits and I feel that tingle begin. I grab my fabric-covered tits and squeeze hard. My legs shake and I whisper, “I’m cumming!” The sound of him lapping up my juices intoxicates me. It makes me even hotter. He licks me completely clean. There’s a knock at the door. “Shit! The drinks!”
I kiss Dane as he gets up to grab the door. He returns with my rum punch and his beer. We’re in the tropics. He should at least drink something more... tropical. But to each his own. The sun is setting and if I thought it was beautiful before, it’s even more beautiful now. I’m so relaxed sitting here.
“We should be getting ready for dinner,” Dane announces, looking at his phone.
“True, but..” I reach for him, pull him to me, and undo the drawstring on his bathing suit and down they come. His big cock springs up and almost hits me on my nose. “Looks like someone wants to play!” I tease.
I immediately take his cock into my hands and stroke it. His tip is glistening with precum. 'Mmm, too good to waste,' I think, as I lick. I can’t stop there though. I want him invading my mouth.
There’s nothing holding me back. I want his cum filling my mouth. Feeling his cock head touching the back of my mouth, I suck him in further and further. I use my throat muscles to massage his massive member, as I hold him there.
Those same muscles are next used to milk his cum out of his dick, as he shoots his seed down my thirsty throat. I love the taste of him.
What has come over me? I look up at Dane and his eyes are wide with wonder. I’m almost embarrassed at my brazenness, but I’ve been waiting for this for months, which sometimes felt like years. I had to have it.
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