holiday
- 3 years ago
- 25
- 0
Holiday free porn video
I hadn’t been away with my mum and dad for ages, not since years before I graduated, but after an unfortunate break up a few months ago and virtually no social life, they thought a couple of weeks in the sun would do me good. It was, I have to admit, nice to be away even if the pace of daily life was slow.
They got friendly with a few people at the hotel and one older couple in particular. The man was a bit of an old letch but flattery is good.
But then he started touching me, at first a stroke here or a squeeze on the shoulder there, and even an arm round the shoulder. I didn’t stop him but I hadn’t encouraged him either. That evening I went to get a drink at the bar and there he was by my side, very flattering, as usual, offering to get the drinks, his arm round my waist, at the bar in public and suddenly his hand slipped to my backside, on my arse cheek, and then squeezing. I wanted him to stop but I knew if I made a fuss it would upset his wife, a lovely lady, and my parents too, who liked both him and his wife.
So he squeezed my bum and did it so openly in public. And he didn’t just squeeze a bit; he had a proper feel, and pushed his hand between the cheeks, pushing my skirt and panties right in! When he finally let go I had to quickly rearrange myself to be respectable.
We went back to the table with the drinks as if nothing had happened but he made sure he was next to me and just every now and then his fingers and hand would brush my leg. OMG I knew I was going to have to be careful with him and try and restrict his proximity.
The next day my parent’s ‘little gang’ had arranged a bit of a day out to see some local gardens and stuff like that. They were all going so I would be left to read and laze in peace. A girly novel and a cocktail or two were on the menu! But late morning who should show up but Mr Letch.
‘I thought you were off with the gang.’ He told me he really didn’t like that sort of thing and preferred to stay behind and read his paper and stuff.
Thankfully he left me be. Well until I went into the pool that is. I had done a couple of lengths and he appeared at the shallow end whereupon he engaged me. He was far too close. He told me how pretty I was and what a pleasure it was for him to be in my company. I was flattered all over again, despite what he done the night before and even though I doubted his intention, yes charming attention was still nice.
Whilst chatting he casually reached forward and started stroking my arm and, a heaven knows why, I didn’t stop him. He spoke nicely about this and that and I was aware of him closing the gap between us a little. Yet I stupidly let him keep stroking, being British and not wanting to make a fuss I suppose.
He leaned forward and whispered something in my ear which to be honest I couldn’t quite discern because at the same time I felt his hand slide from my arm to my breast. He was actually squeezing my boob in the pool in such a very public place. I couldn’t believe that I let him do this too, totally uninvited. And yet I didn’t attempt to stop him, not moving away, not saying please don’t touch, nothing.
I came too and could make out his words, ‘you are a remarkable young lady, being kind enough to indulge me. I thank you and hope we can remain friends... yes friends for some time. My wife is a wonderful woman but is no longer interested in, well intimate pleasures so to speak, so I thank you for allowing me to touch you occasionally. It is very kind of you I appreciate it very much’
He was thanking me, for what? For him being an old letch and taking liberties, and what did I do I let him and even replied, ‘you’re welcome.’ As if I had just served him afternoon tea.
I stood in the pool motionless as his other hand reached forward and now he had booth breasts. Emboldened he then tried to get inside the cups and with that I finally moved away. I went back to swimming and him to his paper. As the day progressed I went back to my room to change, but as I started to unlock the door who should appear?
As I opened the door he didn’t wait to be invited but came in with me too, he took the do not disturb notice and placed it outside!
He looked at me and said he thought it might be better if we were not disturbed, didn’t I agree. I told him I did not, but he said ‘come now my dear, I felt your arse, and your delicious breast and now I think you should stop teasing me.’ And with that he locked the door too for good measure.
‘I think maybe you should leave.’
But he smiled and invited me to remove my bikini top. I told I thought it may actually be better if he left my room.
But he came close to me and held my shoulders gently, pleasantly even, his touch was strangely the****utic, and he let his hands drift to my breasts where they had already been.
‘Please stop.’
‘I don’t think so,’ he whispered, I can tell you don’t mean that. He moved quickly and flicked down the straps and pulled the cups of my top down so my breasts were totally visible and available to him and he grabbed them immediately.
‘What would your wife say?’ was the best I could think of, but I wasn’t really stopping him, I hadn’t moved away or tried to prevent him and anyway he was not listening to me and I was vastly embarrassed that his attention had made my nipples hard and excited. He was tweaking them expertly as only an older man, or a woman knows how. Little bullets of pleasure were darting round my body and I was breathing much more deeply.
‘Are you sure this is such a good idea?’
‘In a moment, if you really want me to go I will but let me hold your beautiful, beautiful breasts a while longer, it has been so long.’
‘OK, but just a little while.’ That surely wasn’t a way to stop him.
He leaned forward and started licking and sucking one breast while squeezing the other delightfully. And his spare hand? That found its way between my legs, massaging the inner thigh. I had been seriously missing the touch of a man between my legs for some time and his thumb homed in on my most sensitive spot quickly.
I was thinking this was all foolish and maybe I should stop him, but even as I was thinking it his hand slipped past the elastic of my bikini pants and started massaging my love lips and unfortunately they totally betrayed me, his finger slipped inside me all too easily and he found me desperately soaking wet, leaking my female love juice. My legs opened a little to accommodate his finger, his mouth still on my breast, his second hand now moved to inside my panties too, but from behind, two fingers in me, one from each hand. I was gasping and panting.
He had total charge of me and he knew it, he knew I would submit to whatever he had in mind, and I was pretty sure I knew what that was. He kept probing me with his expert fingers, he knew what he was about and I was soon going to come from his now very welcome invasion. He released his mouth from my breast and asked if I wanted him to stop. He said that if I wanted him too he would stop now and leave me alone, but I was so close to climax; I was desperate for him to continue. So I said nothing and that was enough for him to continue; I let him bring me to the point of explosion, but then he stopped again. He ceased all movement of his fingers and I started riding them to try and get relief. He needed to be sure that I was totally agreeable, he knew he had taken liberties and a bit of a chance and wanted to be sure I wouldn’t say he had forced me.
He was also playing me like a concert virtuoso plays a violin. He now turned the tables a bit and said he wanted me to ask him to continue or he would leave. OMG, I needed him to go on, he couldn’t shouldn’t and mustn’t stop. I grabbed him and pulled him close. That wasn’t enough; he demanded I tell him to go on and I screamed out that I did. He raised his eyebrows and grinned
He pushed me back on my own bed and got me to remove my bikini bottoms and spread my legs and then he put his mouth right where his fingers had been. His tongue got to work on my aching clit slowly and delicately at first and then more forcefully. He put at least two fingers in my love hole and stroked my back passage with another. I was in sensation overload and suddenly went over the edge my own love juice flooding out from between my legs. I was gasping, panting and moaning. The first physical pleasure for so long.
Whilst I was still in this state he just said he was going to fuck me, his exact words were ‘would you like me to fuck your dirty little cunt Miss ‘prick teasing’ whore? which I am going to do anyway but it’s more fun if you do beg for it...’
And I heard myself say ‘I want you to go on’ but he insisted I say ‘please fuck me’ and I obliged with the exact words he needed to hear.
I was surprised that all he did was get on top and ride me missionary, no attempt to do any other position or put his rod in my mouth, or anything else imaginative. Even so he was quite good and had stamina for an old fellow, but I didn’t come again. He shot his stuff in me, cleaned up in my bathroom and thanked me for my time. He also informed me this would be better kept as ‘our secret’ and that he also expected me to let him visit again. And he let himself out.
I was astonished that I just let it all happen. I lay back and fell asleep and only cleaned up after I awoke.
He did revisit several times. In the end he was quite sweet and gave me a lovely ring, earrings and necklace set as a gift at the end of the vacation. And actually, to tell the truth I quite miss him, but don’t think it a good idea to extend any holiday romance beyond the holiday!
I will try and make sure I meet somebody single and more my own age next time I go away on holiday, or maybe not...
They got friendly with a few people at the hotel and one older couple in particular. The man was a bit of an old letch but flattery is good.
But then he started touching me, at first a stroke here or a squeeze on the shoulder there, and even an arm round the shoulder. I didn’t stop him but I hadn’t encouraged him either. That evening I went to get a drink at the bar and there he was by my side, very flattering, as usual, offering to get the drinks, his arm round my waist, at the bar in public and suddenly his hand slipped to my backside, on my arse cheek, and then squeezing. I wanted him to stop but I knew if I made a fuss it would upset his wife, a lovely lady, and my parents too, who liked both him and his wife.
So he squeezed my bum and did it so openly in public. And he didn’t just squeeze a bit; he had a proper feel, and pushed his hand between the cheeks, pushing my skirt and panties right in! When he finally let go I had to quickly rearrange myself to be respectable.
We went back to the table with the drinks as if nothing had happened but he made sure he was next to me and just every now and then his fingers and hand would brush my leg. OMG I knew I was going to have to be careful with him and try and restrict his proximity.
The next day my parent’s ‘little gang’ had arranged a bit of a day out to see some local gardens and stuff like that. They were all going so I would be left to read and laze in peace. A girly novel and a cocktail or two were on the menu! But late morning who should show up but Mr Letch.
‘I thought you were off with the gang.’ He told me he really didn’t like that sort of thing and preferred to stay behind and read his paper and stuff.
Thankfully he left me be. Well until I went into the pool that is. I had done a couple of lengths and he appeared at the shallow end whereupon he engaged me. He was far too close. He told me how pretty I was and what a pleasure it was for him to be in my company. I was flattered all over again, despite what he done the night before and even though I doubted his intention, yes charming attention was still nice.
Whilst chatting he casually reached forward and started stroking my arm and, a heaven knows why, I didn’t stop him. He spoke nicely about this and that and I was aware of him closing the gap between us a little. Yet I stupidly let him keep stroking, being British and not wanting to make a fuss I suppose.
He leaned forward and whispered something in my ear which to be honest I couldn’t quite discern because at the same time I felt his hand slide from my arm to my breast. He was actually squeezing my boob in the pool in such a very public place. I couldn’t believe that I let him do this too, totally uninvited. And yet I didn’t attempt to stop him, not moving away, not saying please don’t touch, nothing.
I came too and could make out his words, ‘you are a remarkable young lady, being kind enough to indulge me. I thank you and hope we can remain friends... yes friends for some time. My wife is a wonderful woman but is no longer interested in, well intimate pleasures so to speak, so I thank you for allowing me to touch you occasionally. It is very kind of you I appreciate it very much’
He was thanking me, for what? For him being an old letch and taking liberties, and what did I do I let him and even replied, ‘you’re welcome.’ As if I had just served him afternoon tea.
I stood in the pool motionless as his other hand reached forward and now he had booth breasts. Emboldened he then tried to get inside the cups and with that I finally moved away. I went back to swimming and him to his paper. As the day progressed I went back to my room to change, but as I started to unlock the door who should appear?
As I opened the door he didn’t wait to be invited but came in with me too, he took the do not disturb notice and placed it outside!
He looked at me and said he thought it might be better if we were not disturbed, didn’t I agree. I told him I did not, but he said ‘come now my dear, I felt your arse, and your delicious breast and now I think you should stop teasing me.’ And with that he locked the door too for good measure.
‘I think maybe you should leave.’
But he smiled and invited me to remove my bikini top. I told I thought it may actually be better if he left my room.
But he came close to me and held my shoulders gently, pleasantly even, his touch was strangely the****utic, and he let his hands drift to my breasts where they had already been.
‘Please stop.’
‘I don’t think so,’ he whispered, I can tell you don’t mean that. He moved quickly and flicked down the straps and pulled the cups of my top down so my breasts were totally visible and available to him and he grabbed them immediately.
‘What would your wife say?’ was the best I could think of, but I wasn’t really stopping him, I hadn’t moved away or tried to prevent him and anyway he was not listening to me and I was vastly embarrassed that his attention had made my nipples hard and excited. He was tweaking them expertly as only an older man, or a woman knows how. Little bullets of pleasure were darting round my body and I was breathing much more deeply.
‘Are you sure this is such a good idea?’
‘In a moment, if you really want me to go I will but let me hold your beautiful, beautiful breasts a while longer, it has been so long.’
‘OK, but just a little while.’ That surely wasn’t a way to stop him.
He leaned forward and started licking and sucking one breast while squeezing the other delightfully. And his spare hand? That found its way between my legs, massaging the inner thigh. I had been seriously missing the touch of a man between my legs for some time and his thumb homed in on my most sensitive spot quickly.
I was thinking this was all foolish and maybe I should stop him, but even as I was thinking it his hand slipped past the elastic of my bikini pants and started massaging my love lips and unfortunately they totally betrayed me, his finger slipped inside me all too easily and he found me desperately soaking wet, leaking my female love juice. My legs opened a little to accommodate his finger, his mouth still on my breast, his second hand now moved to inside my panties too, but from behind, two fingers in me, one from each hand. I was gasping and panting.
He had total charge of me and he knew it, he knew I would submit to whatever he had in mind, and I was pretty sure I knew what that was. He kept probing me with his expert fingers, he knew what he was about and I was soon going to come from his now very welcome invasion. He released his mouth from my breast and asked if I wanted him to stop. He said that if I wanted him too he would stop now and leave me alone, but I was so close to climax; I was desperate for him to continue. So I said nothing and that was enough for him to continue; I let him bring me to the point of explosion, but then he stopped again. He ceased all movement of his fingers and I started riding them to try and get relief. He needed to be sure that I was totally agreeable, he knew he had taken liberties and a bit of a chance and wanted to be sure I wouldn’t say he had forced me.
He was also playing me like a concert virtuoso plays a violin. He now turned the tables a bit and said he wanted me to ask him to continue or he would leave. OMG, I needed him to go on, he couldn’t shouldn’t and mustn’t stop. I grabbed him and pulled him close. That wasn’t enough; he demanded I tell him to go on and I screamed out that I did. He raised his eyebrows and grinned
He pushed me back on my own bed and got me to remove my bikini bottoms and spread my legs and then he put his mouth right where his fingers had been. His tongue got to work on my aching clit slowly and delicately at first and then more forcefully. He put at least two fingers in my love hole and stroked my back passage with another. I was in sensation overload and suddenly went over the edge my own love juice flooding out from between my legs. I was gasping, panting and moaning. The first physical pleasure for so long.
Whilst I was still in this state he just said he was going to fuck me, his exact words were ‘would you like me to fuck your dirty little cunt Miss ‘prick teasing’ whore? which I am going to do anyway but it’s more fun if you do beg for it...’
And I heard myself say ‘I want you to go on’ but he insisted I say ‘please fuck me’ and I obliged with the exact words he needed to hear.
I was surprised that all he did was get on top and ride me missionary, no attempt to do any other position or put his rod in my mouth, or anything else imaginative. Even so he was quite good and had stamina for an old fellow, but I didn’t come again. He shot his stuff in me, cleaned up in my bathroom and thanked me for my time. He also informed me this would be better kept as ‘our secret’ and that he also expected me to let him visit again. And he let himself out.
I was astonished that I just let it all happen. I lay back and fell asleep and only cleaned up after I awoke.
He did revisit several times. In the end he was quite sweet and gave me a lovely ring, earrings and necklace set as a gift at the end of the vacation. And actually, to tell the truth I quite miss him, but don’t think it a good idea to extend any holiday romance beyond the holiday!
I will try and make sure I meet somebody single and more my own age next time I go away on holiday, or maybe not...
Alma
- 10.11.2022
- 33
- 0
