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Snared on Holiday
It was in the 2nd week of our fortnight in Greece that I finally caught
her eye. I'd seen her a few times, around the pool, in the restaurant,
on the beach. And I'd done my damnest to check her out without my wife
catching me. She was tall, long blonde wavy hair, great tan, large
round pneumatic breasts, perky as anything that jiggled as she walked.
In short, she was stunning and a real eyecatcher.
It was in the adult pool she made contact. No kids allowed, which
means it's just the grownups swimming up and down in lanes. She was
swimming the opposite way to me and as she passed me, I thought I was
dreaming when I heard her whisper to me, "Room 306, follow me in 5
minutes."
I couldn't believe my ears. I got to the end of the pool and rested
up. She got out the pool at her end, picked up her towel and headed
back into the hotel. Wow, I really did hear right. I swam a couple
more lengths then headed over to the sunbeds where my wife was lying,
to pick up my towel. I made some noises to her about popping upstairs
to use the loo and made my way back into the hotel.
Up the stairs, along the corridor. There it was...room 306. There was
no-one about on the corridor so I tentatively knocked. Within a few
seconds, she opened the door and confidently ushered me in. She still
had on her one-piece bathing suit.
"Glad you came up," she purred, "I've had my eye on you."
"Same here," I replied but before I could say anything more she locked
her lips with mine, pulled me into the room, closed the door and still
in our embrace dropped us onto the bed. Our tongues explored each
other's mouths as we engaged in the most passionate of embraces. As I
held her close in my left hand, my right hand explored her body, her
pert breasts, her curves, her smooth legs.
Then, in a moment, time stood still. There was a knock at the door.
"Darling, are you in there? I forgot my key," said a male voice
"Oh God," she panicked, "It's my husband. If he finds you in here with
me we're both done for. He's not exactly the forgiving type."
Shit, I thought, this wasn't going well.
"What do we do?" I asked.
She paused, then seemed to have a eureka moment.
"Look, I've got an idea. Trust me, it might just work and it's our
only way out of this" she said quickly. She got up from the bed,
opened her wardrobe door and started filling her arms - high heeled
shoes, a dress, a bra, a wig. A wig? What on earth...
"Here, take these," she said as she handed me the things she'd
gathered, "go into the bathroom, lock yourself in and put these on.
You'll find my make-up in there too, use a bit of that too. I'll tell
my husband I'd invited a girlfriend up for a quiet chat and you'd
popped into the loo. You can make your excuses and leave straight
after, before he gets a chance to look too closely"
"What?! Don't be daft, it'll never work. And why on earth have you got
a wig in your wardrobe?" I quizzed.
"Look, we don't have time for these questions. I had alopecia a couple
of years back and I've used wigs ever since, ok? And this is our only
hope, if my husband finds you in here, believe me, you won't be walking
out of the room unaided. You're only just taller than me, you're not
much broader. It's either get in there or face the music," she
explained.
I mulled my position over for a couple of seconds. Not exactly enough
time to weigh up all the facts and figured her crazy idea was probably
the only way out. As if to jolt me from my thoughts, her husband
banged on the door again, this time with more aggression and authority
in his voice.
"Coming darling," she shouted to him. "Now go!" she whispered to me as
she ushered me into the bathroom. I put up little resistance.
I got in and closed the door behind me, locking it. As I did, I heard
her unlock the door and I could hear muffled voices as her husband came
in and they started talking. First, voices were agitated but he seemed
to calm down as she appeased him. I could even hear them kissing.
With no time to lose I thought I'd better get a move on. I was still
only wearing my trunks so I figured I'd best keep those on. I fastened
the bra on and hooked my arms through the straps. I thought I'd need a
bit of padding so pulled off masses of toilet paper to stuff the cups
with. I pulled the dress over my head. It was white and floaty with a
lace trim, barely skimming my thighs. Luckily I had very little leg
hair, being quite fair, so my legs didn't look too odd below the skirt
of the dress and with the elasticated waist pulling in the middle of
the dress, all in all it didn't look too bad.
The shoes were also white - strappy sandals with a 3 inch heel. As I
strapped them on I noticed they were a little too small for my feet but
only just. Strapping them on was much easier than standing up in them,
I wobbled around as I tried to get my balance. I caught a reflection
of myself in the mirror and was quite surprised - the heels had given
my legs quite a shape and my tan against the white dress, and my ample
bosom, well, I was starting to look like one of my own fantasies.
My self-adoration was interrupted by a knock at the door and a shout.
"Sally, how are you getting on in there?". It was the woman I'd been
hoping to get down with...fat chance of that happening now. I needed
to muster a feminine response so as not to give the game away.
"Won't be a minute," I sing-songed. Let's hope that worked. I'd never
really thought of myself as a Sally before but hey, whatever it takes
to get out of this.
I pulled the wig on my head. It was long, wavy and blonde. Not
dissimilar to my female companion. It must've been a spare she kept.
I found her make-up bag and opened it up, confused by the choices in
front of me - lotions, tubes, bottles...and not a lot of time. I found
a blue powder, that must be eyeshadow I thought, and I daubed it onto
each eyelid with my finger. Next I found mascara and having seen my
wife use it to great effect, figured out I should give it a go. I
unscrewed the handle and generously applied it to my eyelashes. Mmmm,
not bad I thought to myself.
What next...well there was a tube of bright red lipstick...I gave that
a go. I removed the lid, twisted the tube and applied it thickly to my
lips. Looking at myself in the mirror I was quite pleased with the
outcome. Not exactly the most attractive woman in the world but at a
glance I'd probably fool myself so I hoped I'd be able to fool her
husband. A quick squirt of perfume and I was done.
I straightened out my dress, checked my boobs were level, flicked back
my hair, took a deep breath and unlocked the bathroom door, opening it
wide...
Flash! I was temporarily blinded.
I blinked a couple of times and when my eyes cleared I saw the woman
sat on the end of her bed next to her husband.
Another Flash! What was going on?!
Another flash! I held my arm up this time in case more flashes were
going to follow.
"Well don't you look darling," she purred at me. "Did you really think
I'd be interested in a weedy guy like you when I've got Mr. Muscle here
to take care of my womanly needs?"
She wasn't kidding. Sat there with a smug grin on his face in his
speedos, his body tanned, toned and pumped, he must've been over 6ft
tall and pretty much the poster boy for alpha males.
"What's going on?" I asked.
"Slow as well as puny, huh" she replied, "ok, well let me explain.
Right now on my camera I've got half a dozen pictures of you dressed
like a bit of a tart. It wouldn't take long for me to get these
printed out and put up on every noticeboard in this hotel, complete
with your real name and room number. Maybe even write a few words on
the poster offering your services to fellow guests."
Oh bugger. She had me.
"So," she continued, "unless you do exactly as I say, you'll be known
as Sally the Slapper to everyone in this resort. And as for what your
wife will call you, well, that's anyone's guess."
What do I do now. I could make a rush for the camera. But then Mr.
Muscle wouldn't give it up lightly. And I could just dash out the door
and deny all knowledge. My thoughts were once more interrupted.
"Oh, and in case you were thinking of making a run for it" she
explained, "the make-up you've got on. It's waterproof and semi-
permanent. It's going to take a lot more than the soap and water in
the communal loos to get that off".
I really was well and truly ensnared.
"Ok. What do you want from me?" I asked with resignation.
She stood up and slid her arms out of the straps of her bathing suit
and started sliding it down her body. She had a smile on her like the
cat that had got the cream as she explained what she wanted.
"Like I said, Mr. Muscle here takes care of all my womanly needs but he
struggles with my manly needs."
As her costume fell to the ground, my jaw fell with it. Her perfect
breasts were in sharp contrast to the 9" penis that was starting to
swell from between her legs.
"What the...." I exclaimed.
She smiled as she used her right hand to gently massage her dick from
soft to hard.
"Nothing beats a blow job from a sweet, innocent, sissy boy like
yourself" she said, her voice like dripping honey. She sat herself
down on the edge of the bed. "Come here, sweetie, kneel down by my
feet".
"No way am I doing that!" I shouted. She raised a single eyebrow. He
had a smug look on his face. I became aware of the 3 inch heels on my
feet and the sweet stickiness of the make-up on my face. And the lack
of choice being presented to me.
I knelt down. The heels of the shoes dug into the back of my dress and
my buttocks beneath, reminding me of the uncomfortable position I was
in. She parted her legs and inched herself forward to the edge of the
bed, her cock now inches from my face. It was now fully erect, cut,
with the head wet and glistening.
"There's no going back now," she whispered as she took another photo.
"just open your lips and...mmmmmm"
With that, she gently touched the end of her cock against my lips
before pushing it all the way in. It filled my mouth as she slowly,
gently, slid backwards and forwards. I looked up at her to see her
smiling down at me.
"That's it," she oozed, "oh yes, that's good. Very good. Almost
expert I'd say. What do you think darling?," she asked her husband.
"This one's a natural alright," he added. She handed him the camera
and he stood up to take a couple more shots.
Then she slipped herself out of me and slid herself backwards on the
bed so that her head was on the pillow and her knees in the air.
"Come up here, sweetie, on to the bed with me and between my legs.
That's where I like my girls," she demanded. I got up from my knees,
grateful to relieve the pressure of the heels on my buttocks and knelt
on the bed. Once more, I took her into my mouth and quite naturally
found myself bobbing my head up and down on her engorged member. She
moaned in pleasure as her legs enveloped my head.
I became aware of my dress being lifted up and Mr. Muscle kneeling
behind me. With me on my knees and my arse high in the air, I wondered
what might come next. I felt my trunks being pulled down and removed.
Something cold and wet was smeared between my buttocks before suddenly,
shockingly, I felt myself being impaled. The pain was intense
initially but started to subside as I grew accustomed to the foreign
member with me.
He started to pump and as he pumped I felt myself being pushed down
onto the cock in front, the pair of them moaning in pleasure. He
pushed, he pumped, grinding rhythmically, his body banging against my
buttocks. I was powerless to escape his grip on my waist or indeed the
cock in my mouth as they both moaned, seemingly in synchronisation with
each other.
He started to speed up, pounding now, faster shorter strokes, the pain
had subsided and he was sliding in and out with ease. He was still
pushing me forward tho, causing her to sigh in ecstasy. The pounding
continued, faster, shorter til I felt a tenseness, both behind and in
front of me. A twitching, a tensing and with a cry in unison from both
of them, I felt myself being filled from both ends, the hot salty cum
filling both my mouth and my arse and the same time. It only lasted
seconds but felt like forever as my mouth filled, forcing me to swallow
the gooey liquid.
I collapsed sideways on the bed, withdrawing her from my mouth. He
stayed inside me and collapsed with me onto the bed. I looked up at
her face. Her Cheshire cat grin and half closed eyes showing pure
contentment and bliss in the moment.
"Wow," she exclaimed, "I don't think we've seen the last of you this
holiday."
Gulp....
Julianne
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