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Andie and her husband were finally going on a much-needed holiday. The Queensland border had opened just in time for their getaway. Bernie took the gamble when he booked the holiday only two weeks prior, and it paid off. The discount offered to attract tourism after the financial woes of 2020 due to Covid was too good to refuse.
The long drive was uneventful as the couple shared the driving, with Andie taking the wheel for the final stage in the Gold Coast traffic. Bernie was country born and raised, and city drivers were just too fast and manoeuvred their vehicles too close for his comfort.
Andie loved the beach; Bernie, not so much. Due to cyclonic events in the Pacific Ocean, the surf conditions were treacherous for the whole ten days they were there. It didn’t really bother Andie a lot. She had brought a few books and was just as happy to read at the beach, if the wind wasn’t wild, or by the pool, having a dip in the cooling water now and then on the hotter days.
Bernie was content to watch the world from their fourteenth-floor balcony, with a cold beer and the daily newspaper. He needed this holiday. It had been two years since their last break away from work; if you didn’t count hospital stays and visits to medical specialists.
As the final weekend of their holiday drew nearer, the previously quiet resort began filling with short-stay tenants.
On Thursday afternoon, just after lunch, Andie went down to the pool area to read and get some sun on her body when she met Laine, who was on the lounger next to the only vacant one available. They smiled and said hello as they both lay back to enjoy the sun.
Thirty minutes or so later, Andie reached down beside her and felt around for her bottle of cold water, which she duly knocked over. The resounding clang was like the strike of a bell as the metal tumbler bounced against the hard pavers.
Andie apologised as the loud noise startled Laine from her peaceful reverie. They had a little giggle, initiating their conversation.
Laine had booked in that day and was waiting for her friend to arrive. They were on a weekend hens' party, starting Friday. During their tête-à-tête, Laine revealed that she had divorced the previous August, and was here to let her hair down.
It also became clear that Laine and her friend were not necessarily on the lookout for men, and she began flirting a little.
The Andie of old would have shied away from such advances, but she had changed in the past year, having discovered through some of her online friends how sheltered she felt her life had been, and was hoping to broaden her horizons. She flirted back, not wanting to miss this opportunity for the real-life experience she often fantasised about.
Together they left the pool area a short time later and went to Laine’s apartment on the tenth floor, sitting at the little balcony table, sharing a cold beer and getting to know each other better.
It wasn’t long before they moved inside to the lounge.
After the initial nervousness lessened, they finally kissed, and kissed, and kissed. They moved to the bedroom, undressing each other, kissing passionately and touching intimately. Andie was lost in lust; she loved the softness of Laine, and they ultimately fingered each other to mutual orgasms.
As they lay together, coming down from the climax and talking, Andie got a bit too inquisitive and touched a nerve. The conversation became subdued.
Apparently, Laine’s husband wasn't a nice person and, as Laine lay on her back staring at the ceiling, far away with her thoughts, Andie rubbed her arm to comfort her. Andie wondered if Laine had children but decided not to ask.
Laine’s phone buzzed. It was a text from her friend, so they had a final kiss and a hug before they rose from the bed.
As they dressed, the subject of their ages came up. Andie silently thought Laine to be about forty, but she was actually thirty-five, and when Andie said she was fifty-three, Laine’s jaw dropped and said she looked ten years younger, a comment which would normally have flattered Andie, but the sort-of-concerned look on Laine's face suddenly made Andie feel old.
Andie went back to the pool area to read her book and catch the last of the sun's warm rays, but her eyes simply scanned the same page over and over as her mind raced with all manner of thoughts.
She eventually went up to her apartment and showered, then poured herself a glass of wine and a beer for her husband, while she got some light supper snacks together.
Andie spent most of the next day at the beach with her nieces, who had arrived for a visit and a sleepover. It was a lovely day with the girls, but the previous day's events were never far from Andie’s thoughts. She had enjoyed her sexy tryst, but wanted more.
Andie and Bernie saw the girls off on Saturday morning, then went to their favourite café for a late breakfast, followed by a long stroll on the esplanade before returning to their apartment a little after noon.
As they entered the grounds, Andie spotted Laine through the pool fence - alone. She waved, and Laine waved back enthusiastically, beaming under her big sun hat.
Bernie asked who she was, and Andie could feel her face burning up as she avoided looking at her husband.
“Oh, just someone I found myself next to the other day ... Laine, I think.”
She hoped Bernie didn't notice her blush.
Bernie grabbed his paper as soon as they got inside their apartment. He had planned an afternoon at the pub betting on racehorses and didn't want to miss the first race. Andie stretched up and pecked his cheek, wishing him luck.
No sooner had the door closed than she rushed out and looked over the balcony. Laine was still there!
Andie slipped a loose t-shirt and shorts over her black one-piece swimmers and hurried down to the pool. She couldn't help herself. They were leaving the next morning and she really wanted to see Laine again - if Laine was interested.
As Andie approached, trying to look calm even though she had butterflies in her stomach, Laine got up and started gathering her things, saying she was about to go up to her room.
Andie felt deflated until Laine added, “Are you coming?”
The two women walked to the elevator together. Andie was excited and nervous, but determined.
When they entered the unit, Laine introduced Andie to her friend sitting on the lounge. She looked up from her phone and smiled, "Call me Mickey."
She didn't seem at all surprised to see Andie, and went back to texting or something. Andie was not sure if Mickey was just her nickname.
Laine took Andie's hand and led her into the main bedroom, where she turned and kissed her full on the mouth. Andie kissed her right back and felt herself become instantly wet, losing any inhibitions and doubts she may have had. Andie briefly considered Mickey's presence in the next room, unsure of what to make of it, but shrugged it off.
The women began undressing each other, kissing each other's bare skin everywhere it became exposed, then fell onto the bed naked. Laine wanted to try everything she had dreamed of.
As they kissed and touched each other, she worked her way on top of Laine, taking her time kissing up and down her soft warm body. She even went down her legs to her feet and took Laine's toes into her mouth, but Laine pulled back and said it tickled too much.
Andie slowed down then went to her other foot, but got the same result, so she gave up on that, which was a pity because she wanted to experience her own toes being sucked, but was resigned to still not knowing how that felt.
Laine parted her legs invitingly as Andie kissed and licked her way slowly towards her pussy, trying not to go too fast. She licked her asshole first and thought Laine would hit the ceiling fan as she bucked hard. Andie held her thighs tight and licked Laine's little puckered star some more before finally moving up to her glistening pussy.
She tasted delicious, tangy yet sweet, which only added to Andie's arousal as she gently ate her, avoiding her clit for the moment. Andie loved making Laine build to an orgasm, watching her tummy flutter and hearing her breathing falter.
She lifted her face to make eye contact, never stopping her oral assault, but Laine's eyes were closed with her head going side to side on the pillow. Andie kept watching her as she sucked Laine's clit out from its hood and bit down.
Laine's climax hit hard and fast as she ground onto Andie's wet face, shuddering and thrashing around, growling and crying out half-words as she gasped hard for air, before trying to push Andie away as she could take no more. Andie felt so proud making her cum like that.
She crawled up from between her legs, holding her softly as Laine's steady breathing returned and they rested for a while, kissing and cuddling.
With her eyes closed, Andie felt a hand on her mound, and she parted her legs as Laine began teasing her entrance open, slipping a finger inside her slippery folds, before kneeling up beside her and fingering her pussy, touching her tight star as well. Andie was so horny, and badly wanted that finger in her ass.
With her legs spread and her hips circling, Andie's eyes flew open wide when Mickey came in and told Laine she had a phone call she needed to take. Laine whispered she wouldn't be long and shuffled off the bed, only to be replaced by Mickey, who took over the fingering.
Andie was a bit shocked, but too far gone to care anyway; she just needed to cum!
Mickey was still in her summer dress and smiling down at Andie, so she just settled down into the pillow and enjoyed herself. When Mickey asked if she liked anal, Andie nodded yes enthusiastically and her hips lifted automatically. Mickey's slender finger went deep inside Andie's ass, deeper than anything had before, and she loved it.
Mickey was alternating between Andie's ass and her pussy when Laine came back into the bedroom. Mickey blew Andie a kiss and said, "Andie loves anal," as she left the room.
Laine continued fingering Andie, who deep down was hoping she would eat her out, but was close to cumming so didn't really mind. Then she felt her ass being stretched more than ever, and felt some slight pain, realising more than one finger was now in her tight hole. She didn't say anything because she just wanted this so bad.
Laine was using both hands on her now and was getting quite vigorous. Apparently, Laine had figured from Mickey's comment that Andie liked it a bit rough, which unfortunately was not the case. She had lost momentum and, even though she wanted to cum, the discomfort overrode the pleasure.
She still didn't say anything and tried to concentrate on cumming when she had a lightbulb moment. Andie envisioned her sexy online friend, the gorgeous woman who had been responsible for so many of her orgasms since they met on Lush.
Andie closed her eyes, seeing her picture from the emails she had sent, and began saying her name over and over in her mind. Andie could feel her climax build again!
She continued her silent mantra as Laine kept up her assault on both her pulsing holes, then came with a rush - juices and "oh fucks" flowing freely. She almost screamed her friend's name as she bucked uncontollably, but somehow managed to control that.
Andie woke with a start as a loud snoring snort filled the room. She opened her eyes and saw Mickey in her underwear, standing by the bed with a glass of water. Laine was lying beside her, still naked, then they all had a laugh as Andie realised it was her own snore.
"Well, she's not dead!" Mickey exclaimed as she placed the water on the bedside dresser.
It suddenly dawned on Andie that Mickey had heard everything from the loungeroom, and smiled up at her weakly. She just smiled back, then kissed Laine and tapped at her watch.
Andie took that as her cue to leave, and sat up, drank a mouthful of water and stood a bit unsteadily, asking Laine how long she had slept. The reply of "about ten minutes" surprised Andie as she was so deep asleep it felt like hours to her.
Laine said she had to get ready to go out, so Andie got dressed, feeling a bit groggy, a bit tender between her legs, and a lot like a slut. Her ass felt very used, but it was a nice feeling which she would have for days.
She smiled inwardly. She was a holiday harlot!
Andie said her goodbyes and caught the elevator up the four floors to her apartment. She relished a long, steaming hot shower and was asleep when Bernie got back around six-ish, gently shaking her awake.
"Come on, sleepyhead, I had a good day on the punt, let's go out!"
They splurged on dinner at a fancy Italian restaurant, Bernie wolfing down a perfectly roasted porchetta with vegetables, while Andie enjoyed a creamy mushroom gnocchi and a few glasses of chilled pink Rosé.
As she ate sparingly of the fabulous fare, Andie was delighted that her husband was eating heartily. It wasn't that she wasn't hungry; she just didn't want to feel sleepy from a belly full of food, but Bernie would need his energy. Andie was horny as hell and would give her husband the fuck of a lifetime when she got him into bed that night.
Driving home on Sunday morning, Andie had had enough of the motorway after only a short while, and Bernie consented as she turned off early and took the old road home. Sure, it added an hour to the trip, but they were still on holiday and in no great hurry.
The scenery quickly changed as the car wound through the hills of the rainforest towards Canungra. Andie rolled down the windows, enjoying the fresh smell of the trees, and the ping of the bellbirds. She put her hand on Bernie's thigh as he stared thoughtfully out the window at the familiar hills where he had done his Army jungle training all those years ago.
He turned and smiled at his loving wife.
"I don't think we should wait a whole year till our next holiday. What say we see what the Gold Coast is like in winter?"
Andie patted higher up his leg and squeezed the bulge in his shorts, her eyes straight ahead as she drove.
"Honey... I couldn't agree more!"
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