Unforgettable Holiday ch 1
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I had surprised myself, finding out how easily I could pick up a holidaymaker without even trying too hard. I wasn't expecting Alan to get in touch again. We had swapped phone numbers, but he was, after all, on a lads' holiday.
But, just two days later, I got the call. He wanted to see me again, but there was a problem with using their holiday villa because one of his mates was ill in bed. I told him that there was no problem coming over to our place and that I would pick him up if he wanted to come. Yes, I was that keen.
I told hubby straight away and asked him if he would make himself scarce the next day. He complied, telling me he wouldn't get home until the early hours of the next morning.
He did watch while I got ready, though. He loves to know exactly how I'm dressed when I meet other men. It was a hot sunny day in May, and I was picking Alan up at 11 am, so it had to be something cool. I chose a white lacy top with thin straps with a white mini skirt. My legs were already tanned to a nice golden colour, so apart from a pair of sandals, and a very brief pair of white panties, that was it.
Gary told me I looked wonderful but wanted me to wear high heels. I was driving, though, so that would have been impractical, and he had to agree.
Alan was waiting for me at a pre-arranged place not too far from his holiday villa. He looked good in a yellow t-shirt and khaki shorts. He had well-tanned legs too, so he must have spent a lot of time in the sun. We exchanged pleasantries as he settled himself into my little red Peugeot 107 ( a present from hubby for keeping him happy).
We talked easily like old friends. He told me he was really pleased to be out of their place. The atmosphere was not good after a bit of a bust-up between two of the guys.
Traffic was busy, and we were most of the time on main roads, so there were only the briefest of touches of each other's legs on the journey to our villa. That took just over half an hour.
Alan knew I was married, but never asked if we would be alone. I hadn't told him about Gary's cuckolding either. But he sort of accepted that we were alone, and as we got out of my car in the driveway, he told me that I was looking wonderful. A lady always likes being told things like that, and I took hold of his hand as I opened the front door.
On the journey, Alan had told me he was married with two teenage children, and I had told him all about our family too. He was a chartered surveyor, and this was the second time that he had been on a lads-only holiday with his mates, who were all members of the same golf club.
We went through the lounge and kitchen to the patio doors that led onto our poolside area. I led Alan through the doors and asked if he would like a drink. He wanted a beer, and I helped myself to a shandy, hoping that I would not be driving for quite a while.
We sat in the shade enjoying our drinks, but it was close to midday, and it was blisteringly hot. The pool looked very inviting. I didn't have to say anything, but just looked at the pool, and back at Alan with inquisitive eyes. We are very lucky that our pool and garden are not overlooked. The only thing we have to watch out for is a visitor or our pool cleaner. He had been earlier that morning.
I felt in complete control here at my own place. I stood up, took my top off, followed quickly by my skirt, leaving me in just a very skimpy pair of panties that were see-through anyway. Alan took the hint and stripped down to the buff while I removed my knickers. God, the guy had a stiffy on already!
The thought about what was to come had made me pretty randy, but I hadn't expected a great big hard-on just from him seeing me naked. I jumped in, and Alan dived in. It was lovely and cooling. We both did a few lengths, just loving the water cooling us down, but then we swam towards each other.
Our pool is the same depth all over, just under two metres. Alan could just stand up, but I could only do it on tiptoes, so when we came together and kissed, Alan had to hold me up a bit. Our cool naked bodies were pressed tight together, and we managed some passionate kisses.
Alan's hands were under my buttocks, holding me tight so that my mouth was above the surface. I could feel he still had an erection too. I had never had underwater sex before, not even with Gary. But I wanted it now. Alan took control now, and we manoeuvred over to the steps, and he lifted me so that my feet were on the bottom step.
Now, my boobs were just a fraction out of the water. I held on to the step rails and parted my legs as far as I could on the steps. Now that he didn't have to support me anymore, Alan was free to use his hands. Our tongues played together; he caressed my tits with his left hand while the fingers on his right hand found my pussy.
I was gagging for this new experience, and I welcomed his hard cock into my very wet pussy. The steps were quite painful against my back and arms, but the feeling I was getting from being fucked bareback underwater more than made up for it. Alan was really going for it too, thrusting powerfully, while his tongue moved down to my nipples.
Alan could see it was hurting me a bit, so we stopped. We climbed out of the pool and made our way to the nearest sunbed. We were both soaking wet but didn't bother towelling ourselves. I lay down on my back and spread my legs as far as I could. Alan went straight down on me, his tongue expertly moving around my pussy lips and then up to my waiting clit.
He finger fucked me at the same time. It was great and I was panting hard, getting closer to cumming. Alan moved around and positioned himself so that I could get his lovely hard cock in my mouth. It was still wet from the pool and I started licking the length of it. Then I licked all around his knob.
I was really close now, and I bucked my hips as his tongue continued its work. I screamed in ecstasy as I came. I was still giving him a blow job, but now I wanted his lovely cock in my dripping pussy. I took control and got him to lay on the sunbed, and I straddled him.
Slowly and carefully, I lowered myself onto his manhood. I didn't remember him being so big and thick from our first encounter. He grabbed my hips to move me up and down on him, but I really didn't need any help. I wanted to do that myself.
I bounced up and down on him, and when he realised he didn't need to help, his hands moved to my tits. He tweaked my nipples quite hard. I was loving it, and Alan started thrusting faster and faster. I leaned forward a bit further so that he could suck my tits.
We came together. He exploded inside me, and I screamed again as he made me cum once again. Alan didn't pull out, and he told me he loved leaving his cock in a wet pussy for as long as possible. So we just lay there on the sunbed with me on top, kissing and licking each other.
The thought crossed my mind that he might be a good repeater, and I felt for signs of him getting hard again. But it didn't happen, and anyway, the sun was really hot on my back. So eventually we got up and made our way back to the patio table and chairs to finish our drinks.
"Mad dogs and Englishmen," he said. He was right; it really was too hot to be outside at that time of day, so we towelled each other dry and went back into the lounge. Both of us were still naked, and completely comfortable with it. We chatted quite normally. Alan was very interested in what it was like being British and living in Turkey.
It was almost as if Alan was interested in living out here himself, and time passed really quickly. I got him another beer from the fridge and a cherry soda for me and returned to the settee. We carried on chatting while we finished those, and then as soon as we both put our glasses down, we looked at each other and knew it was time for a bit more passion.
Alan stayed exactly in the same position but slid himself down a little. I knelt sidewards next to him on the settee, teased him with a kiss, and then went straight down on his cock. He was hard very quickly.
I ran my tongue all around his knob, as Alan reached out with his left hand and started to finger me. I moved forward a little and put one leg down onto the floor to make things easier for him. He could now get two fingers up me, and I was wanking him slowly while my tongue was doing the business.
My pussy was eager to feel that lovely cock inside once again, so I got up and lowered myself carefully but quickly onto his manhood. The pace that Alan was able to get to was amazing. He was really pounding me like a wild animal. He was biting my nipples too. A little painfully, but I was game for anything by this time.
I came first. It was powerful and lasted for ages while Alan kept going faster and faster. Then he was breathing really heavily, and he visibly shuddered as he shot his load up me. No long soak afterwards this time, though. I didn’t want stains on my settee, so we got up quickly and used some kitchen towels on ourselves.
We both wanted a shower; the perspiration was pouring off us. So I went to fetch some towels, and I told Alan to follow me up the stairs to our en suite bathroom. We took a cold shower together. It was invigorating, but we were both too spent to do any more than just kiss and run fingers up and down each other.
Our clothes were still downstairs, so off we went again, and we dressed. Gary had said he would not be home until the early hours, and it was not even two-thirty yet. We were both peckish, though, and I didn’t really want to cook because it was so hot. So I phoned and ordered a couple of kebabs for us.
We waited over half an hour for them, but they were very tasty. I had some Cornettos in the freezer too, so we had one of them each too.
At last the sun was getting a bit lower, and we found a little shade in the garden. Alan moved two sunbeds into the shade, and for a while, we chatted again. It was very easy talking to him, and we covered all sorts of subjects.
Even in the shade, it was very hot, so another swim was the only way to keep cool. We stripped off again and got into the pool quickly. This time we just cuddled and kissed in the pool. We weren’t quite ready for another session.
We lay naked next to each other on the sunbeds, letting the warmth dry us. Again we chatted like a couple of old friends. In my mind, though, I was making plans for later. We had plenty of time left, and I really wanted this guy in our marital bed.
With all the swimming, sex, and suntan lotion, I was a bit of a mess. So I told Alan to make himself comfortable while I tidied myself up. He seemed quite happy, and I gave him a few books (travel guides, etc.) to keep him going.
I went upstairs to our bedroom and took a long time showering, doing my hair, and choosing something to wear. I picked a white baby doll. Well, we weren’t going out anywhere, and even with the air conditioning on, it was very warm.
Alan was still engrossed in a travel guide when I came downstairs again. He was still naked, so when he saw me, I was able to see the reaction immediately. He stood up, muttered something that I didn’t really catch, and kissed me at the bottom of the stairs. He held me close, and I could feel his erection against my tummy.
I took control. I led him back upstairs and into my bedroom. I’ve tried all sorts of places, but I have to admit, there is something special about being shagged by a stranger in our own bed. And that’s what I wanted.
Oh! Boy, did I get it! Alan was absolutely rampant again. He was pushing me into position after position, and I was loving it. I am amazed at some of the positions he managed to get my legs in at my age. Some were quite painful, but it was all worth it.
I lost count of the number of orgasms I had, but Alan just kept going. He was a real stayer this time, but eventually, with me sat on him with my back to his face, he shot his load right up me again. He wanted another long soak, so we rolled over, his cock never leaving my drenched pussy.
We almost nodded off like that. We were completely spent. Although we lost all track of time, I reckon we were shagging for about ninety minutes. But there was still plenty of time before Gary was due back, and I had started making plans for the next fuck. But it was not to be.
Alan got a call from one of his mates, and there was some sort of problem at the holiday villa. So we got dressed very quickly and I drove him back. I was hoping that he would find time to see me again before they all flew back to the UK, but it was not to be. That was the last I ever saw of him, and I didn't receive any phone calls or messages either.
It was fine with me, though. After all, he was married with a family, and I had some great memories to cherish, and no harm done.
What it did to me, though, was give me an even bigger appetite for sexual pleasure. And particularly for holiday sex. Now I was so looking forward to meeting up with Ben. After all, there were seven days and six nights of him to come.
So, it was fortunate for me that Ben called me that evening. We spoke for a long time in a chat room. Part of me wanted to tell him what I had been up to that day, but I decided it was probably wise to keep it to myself.
Later, I phoned Gary to tell him that the coast was clear. He came straight home, and I told him chapter and verse about everything Alan and I had done. He was particularly turned on by the sunbed sex, and of course, we went straight to bed for a bit of marital bliss. Phew! What a day.
*
There were a few days left before Ben arrived. I was feeling so randy all the time. Luckily, Mary had still not found another Master, so we had another great session together at her place. Gary had told me that he would really like to see the two of us in action together.
With that in mind, I asked her if she would like to spend the night with me at our place sometime soon. She was okay with the idea but said that she still wanted to get a new Master sorted first. Gary was going to have to be more patient on that one.
Then, two nights before Ben was due to arrive, I asked Gary to take me out to Ray’s bar. After all, I wouldn’t be able to see him for a week while Ben was here, and frankly, I was gagging for a bit of sexual attention.
There was nothing special going on at the bar, so Ray was surprised to see me dressed as I was. I wore a little black mini dress with a low-cut cleavage and a pair of ridiculously high-heeled black shoes.
Ray was quite busy, but I managed to make eye contact a few times, and when I went to the loo, he was waiting for me in our lovely little snogging corner of his stock room. I knew he was busy, so I just gave him a short open-mouthed kiss while rubbing his cock through his shorts.
“Whatever time you finish tonight, I will be waiting,” I told him.
“See you later, Jill,” he replied. So, I was all fixed up for another fuck later on. I just had to be patient and hope that he didn’t have any customers that wanted to drink until the early hours.
Gary stayed up with me. He wanted to watch. Luckily, Ray was able to get away at about 1.30 am. I let him in, got him a Jack Daniels (his favourite). There was just a brief bit of chatting between the three of us before Ray started on me.
We had the briefest of kisses sat at our breakfast bar before he pulled me up and lifted the mini dress over my head and off. Both Ray and Gary were really surprised to find out that I had nothing on underneath. I was gagging for it, and I wanted to make sure I was going to get it.
Ray carried me across to the kitchen worktop and sat me on the cold surface. I opened my legs wide, and he bent down and licked my pussy lips. Gary was just a yard away with a great view.
That turned me on even more, and I kept eye contact with Gary while Ray started fingering me. He moved his tongue to my clitoris. It was heaven, and I wanted Gary to witness Ray bringing me to a lovely orgasm.
Ray was at his best. His fingers were going at me frantically, and his tongue was finding all the right spots. All the time, I was looking at Gary, letting him know that I was really loving it. But I had to look away from him, because as Ray brought me to a climax, I threw my head back in ecstasy, shouting some good Anglo-Saxon phrases at the same time.
I returned my stare to Gary. It was pretty obvious that he had enjoyed watching me. But that was enough for him. He took himself off to bed and left Ray and me to continue wherever we wanted. Ray was still dressed, but it didn’t stay that way for long, as I took him up to the spare bedroom.
We left the door open so that Gary could listen. We made plenty of noise too. After giving him a quick blow job, Ray fucked me long and hard. So many positions and he just kept going. Every time he entered me from the back, he would brush his cock against my bum hole. Ray really wanted to fuck my bum, but I still had a hang-up about that, so it never happened.
Again I was a lucky lady, and I had so many cums. Eventually, Ray reached one too, exploding inside my pussy whilst in the missionary position.
Knowing that Gary would still be awake, I took Ray into the en suite in our bedroom. We showered together just a few feet away from where hubby was lying in bed. There was a wall between us, of course, but Gary would have been able to picture the two of us wet, naked, and covered in suds.
I took Ray’s hands and put them straight onto my soapy nipples. Gary was listening, so I started making little noises of pleasure. Ray took the hint and moved one hand down to start fingering me. It was good, but I have to admit, I made it sound even better, a little bit of the actress in me making it perfect for my listening hubby.
We stopped, rinsed ourselves off, towelled ourselves dry, and it was time to go for Ray. He peered around the wall of the en suite and said goodnight to Gary, who was laid, cock in hand, on the bed. Ray retrieved his clothes from the spare bedroom, got dressed and went downstairs. We had a long kiss goodbye before I opened the door and he went out into the darkness of the night.
Gary, bless him, had fallen asleep when I returned to bed. Maybe it had all been too much for him. As for me, I just couldn’t believe it. There I was, a grandmother in my sixties, and I was getting more sex than I had ever had in my entire life.
*
And the thing was, I was really enjoying it all. I was learning new things about myself all the time. I didn’t want it to stop, and I wanted more. If Ben was going to turn up in a few days, I would certainly be getting more too.
As Gary was asleep, I went downstairs to the office, powered up my PC, and went onto the swinging site. I had decided to look for even more holiday sex. I found that my second choice, a Londoner called Mike, was online. I asked for a chat.
He took a little while responding. Maybe he was already chatting to someone else. After about ten minutes, we started getting to know a bit about each other. It was all very polite - likes, dislikes, tastes in music and so on.
Then he asked what I had been doing that day. I didn’t lie. I gave him a précis, but of course with not too much detail. Mike's response was to ask if I would go on webcam with him. I agreed.
I had never done that in a chat room before. I have used Skype often enough, but somehow this seemed more intimate.
Mike was just like his profile picture, and he started off by saying lovely things about the way I looked. I returned the compliment. We talked about the events of my day, and he told me that he thought Ray was a very lucky bloke.
I said that I thought I was the lucky one being able to do all these things with my hubby’s blessing. He asked more questions about my sexy lifestyle, and I told him all about Alan and Mary too. Then he told me that what I was saying had given him a hard-on.
The situation had made me very randy again too. Talking - well, flirting really - with a stranger while my hubby was upstairs asleep, and confessing all about my sex life had got me going again.
Then he asked me to show him my tits and said I could see his hard-on if I did. I refused and told him if he wanted to see them, he should come and see me, then we could do the real business. Just like that. I had offered myself to a guy I had been speaking to for about ten minutes.
He asked if I really meant it. “Oh yes,” I said, “just get a flight to Dalaman and let me know when you’re coming.”
He said he would see what he could do. I took that as a kind of rebuff, and we talked a little longer, with Mike pleading with me to lift my top up.
“Okay,” I said, “a quick flash before we say goodbye so that you can see what you would be missing.”
I pulled my top off over my head, smiled, tweaked my nipples, and pressed the exit button.
Going back to bed with Gary sleeping, I couldn’t believe the way I had behaved. I thought about all that had happened in one day. I had received so much attention, had so many orgasms, and yet I still wanted even more.
The prospect of a week with Ben just around the corner, and maybe with Mike sometime soon were lovely thoughts as I drifted off to sleep. When morning came, I wondered if I would regret anything. But I didn’t. I felt rather proud of myself, and even more so when I opened my messages and read that Mike had decided he would like to take up my offer and was looking for some flights.
Giving guys a good time while here with me on holiday was definitely the way I wanted to go from now on. I could hardly wait for Friday evening and Ben’s arrival.
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