He grinned. “Hope I get to see more of you, Celia.”
“You will,” Celia replied quickly, blushing a little.
He chuckled. “Dressing that way is better than a tip.”
“Oh, okay,” she uttered. “I’m glad you like it.”
He propped open the door to wheel his cart through. She swivelled in her seat, facing him as she raked her hair back. Her wrap parted, exposing her breasts. He stopped to watch and she met his smile.
“You probably get this sort of thing all the time, I suppose?” she asked, feeling brave all of a sudden.
“Not often,” he replied, just looking at her breasts as she wound a band around her hair.
When she lowered her arms the wrap slipped from her shoulders. It gathered at her elbows. She casually collected it there, looking back up to meet the waiter’s gaze with her wrap completely open and her body exposed above the waist.
She just paused for another second and was about to cover herself when Phillip poked his head around the open door. She blushed as his eyes levelled upon her breasts. She froze for another second before closing her wrap and hugging her arms around her body.
“Tomorrow then, Celia?” the waiter called to her.
“Okay – tomorrow, Jackson.”
The door closed and Phillip turned back from watching the waiter leave. “What happened, darling – did he enter without knocking?”
“No, I let him in, Phillip…. My gown slipped is all.”
“And you invited him in dressed like that?” A frown of confusion accompanied the question.
“Yes.” Celia unfolded her arms, allowing her wrap to part and reveal her stomach and panties. “This is okay, isn’t it, Phillip? I’ve not long come from bed.”
Phillip’s hand covered his mouth. “Oh my!”
“I guess I’m still feeling daring after last night…. It was just like we talked about. I danced with lots of different men. They seemed to enjoy how revealing my dress was. It was very exciting with them handling me.”
“Handling you?” Phillips face elongated. His cheeks flushed. “They were touching you?”
“Uh huh – all the time. They would hold my hips while I danced for them.” Celia cuddled up to her fiancé. “They all kept tugging my dress up to show my white panties in the fluorescent light, and I let them, Phillip. My dress was bunched up above my hips all night…. I wasn’t shy at all with the waiter just now.”
“What about Uncle – did he stay with you?”
“He mostly just watched. He liked my dress too.”
“He did?”
“Uh huh…. He enjoyed looking at me. You shouldn’t be upset though. He is your uncle – your elder.”
“My elder?”
“Yes, you expected him to take care of me. It was only fair that he had some privileges with me as well. I felt obliged to allow him to enjoy himself a little…. He’s a strong man – very sexy.”
“I guess,” Phillip answered. “Did he umm –”
“Yes, he did…. He held me some…. He felt my breasts a few times. He liked squeezing them and playing with my nipples…. Kissing me too – I’d like to be kissed by some other men if that’s alright with you, Phillip…. You don’t mind, do you?”
It took a moment for a response to be offered. “I don’t know how I feel, Celia. It’s all quite a shock…. I didn’t know Uncle was like that.”
“I know – he’s not like you. He’s strong where you’re refined, Phillip. It’s completely different for me, being around men like him…. When he wanted to touch me, I couldn’t resist. He touched me down there too. He rubbed me through my panties then he made me orgasm with his fingers inside of me.”
“He…? With his fingers?”
“Uh huh. That’s why I feel so sexy today. I’m still on fire inside from the feel of him.” Celia cuddled up to Phillip’s chest. She peered up at him. “I don’t understand why, but I really want this, Phillip. I want other men to see my body – to touch me. I want them to not only kiss me, but tongue kiss me…. I want them to feel me up and finger me. I want other men to enjoy me – lots of other men!”
“I think I want that too,” Phillip replied. “To be perfectly honest – this isn’t a new idea for me, Celia. I’ve thought of it before…. It was pure fantasy, though. I had no idea you would want to try it. It’s very exciting that you do.”
“It’s a completely new idea for me, Phillip…. I wanted to dress sexy, but then a man on the plane was looking at me, and he felt me up when he had the chance…. Now I just want more.”
“A stranger?”
“Yes – he looked up my dress, and when he was behind me waiting in the aisle, he felt my boobs…. Of course, that’s when I wasn’t wearing a bra – so he had a good feel.”
Phillip’s face was red. “And what did you do?”
“I made sure no one was watching and, I let him feel me.”
There was a knock at the door. Celia checked the peep hole. “It’s only Max,” she said to her still stunned fiancé. She opened the door and peered around it. “Hi, Max.”
“Morning, Celia, is Phillip here?”
“Yes – come in,” she said.
“Oh! I didn’t catch you two up to anything, did I?”
Celia giggled. “No, I just haven’t dressed yet. Don’t mind me.” She had her arms folded but relaxed them and allowed her wrap to open again.
Max looked at her breasts then down at her panties. He glanced. “Hey, Phillip.”
“Hello, Maxwell. I’m sorry – it seems my bride-to-be is experiencing a strange mood,”
Max took a seat at the table. Celia sat on her chair, tucking one leg beneath. She was facing Phillip and side-on to Max. Her wrap had gaped forward. She followed Max’s gaze down to her exposed breast.
“It’s a good mood,” he said, grinning. He tilted his head. “Nice….”
Celia looked down at herself again then to Phillip. “Is this okay?”
Phillip sat on the arm of a lounge chair. He didn’t answer.
Celia stood and walked around to Max. She remained facing him but still looking at Phillip. She clutched the sides of her wrap and opened it. “You can touch me if you want,” she uttered.
Max looked across at Phillip too. He held his gaze and covered Celia’s breasts with his hands.
“Mmm,” Celia moaned softly. Max squeezed and kneaded her little tits. Her nipples were firm, and he caught them between his fingers and pinched them. “Not too rough, Max. Not too hard with my nipples.”
“Sorry, Ceil…. Here – is this better?” He took hold of her hips and sucked her left breast into his mouth, working her nipple with his tongue.
Celia held her wrap out of the way so Phillip could see. Max moved to her other breast and sucked it as well. She cradled his head. Moaning softly as the sensations filtered all the way down to her pussy.
“It’s always polite to share, eh, Phil?” Max said.
“I don’t want this to get around, though,” Phillip replied. “You must be discrete if you’re going to be touching my future wife like this.”
“I like him touching me in front of you,” Celia said. The words came out as she thought them. “I want you to watch your groomsman touch me down there, Phillip. He’s already made me wet.”
“I agree to that,” Phillip answered.
Max smiled. “Me too.” He looked more deliberately at Phillip. “I always thought you were potentially kinky deep down, buddy.”
“Maybe so, Maxwell. And I’ve always known you to be a fellow I could trust.”
“That won’t change. I’m your groomsman. This won’t be spoken of.”
“Thank you,” Phillip said. “I appreciate that, Maxwell.”
Celia continued holding her wrap aside so Phillip could see. Max resumed sucking her breasts, back and forth from one to the other. Phillip’s gaze lowered when Max started rubbing her through her panties.
“Mmm – he’s making me so wet doing that,” Celia said, c
ausing Phillip to glance up to meet her eyes. “Can he finger me, Phillip? Is your groomsman allowed to finger your bride-to-be?”
“Yes,” Phillip replied, squeezing the bulge in his pants. “My groomsman can finger my bride.”
Max tugged the edge of Celia’s panties aside and felt into her. “Yeah, that’s wet alright,” he grinned, holding a nipple between his teeth and peering across at Phillip. He stirred her juices then inserted his finger up inside of her. He extracted and inserted his middle and ring fingers together.
“Mmm – he’s poking me, Phillip. I’m going to cum if you keep watching him do it.”
“Poke her, Maxwell,” Phillip urged. “Poke her hole!”
“Uh huh,” Celia uttered. Max was jiggling his hand, his fingers vibrating inside of her. His palm was slapping loudly against her. She crouched, opening her thighs. She watched Phillip. He was glaring intently.
Celia came hard on Max’s hand. She clung to his head as the contractions gripped and thumped through her belly. “Ahh..hhh,” she moaned, squirming down onto the fingers that were still poking into her. She felt them squeezing out then being inserted again. She stroked Max’s hair as he played in her. Her orgasm slowly ebbed away.
“That was amazing,” he said, looking up and across to include Phillip. “I’ll never speak of this, Phillip. You can rest assured.” He stood, rubbing his thighs. He had an erection.
“I’ll swallow your cum if you like,” Celia said. “I’ll stroke you and you can cum in my mouth.” She glanced at her fiancé. “Phillip won’t mind.”
“I’d prefer to do that in private,” Max said.
“Okay, come in the bedroom,” Celia replied, taking his hand and leading him.
*
Phillip slumped in a lounge chair. The bedroom door closed. He waited, staring at the blank television screen for several minutes, then the bedroom door opened again and Max walked past the back of his chair and left the hotel room.
Phillip waited for Celia. A few minutes later she came from the bedroom tying the string of a bikini bottom at her hip. She had on a blue tank top. Her nipples were erect beneath it. She touched his head as she walked past the back of his chair. He reached and stroked her hand.
She went into the kitchenette. She was applying sunscreen to her arms and legs. She rubbed it over her face, glancing at him and smiling lightly.
“Are you going to the beach today, Celia?”
She nodded. She then quickly went to the bedroom and returned. She approached and straddled his lap. She felt for his cock and opened his pants. Phillip quickly regained his erection. She rolled on a condom and stretched the crotch of her bikini pants aside, guided him in.
“That was rather extreme, don’t you think, darling? Are you alright?”
She nodded again, still smiling lightly, though as she gulped a little her forehead creased in a tiny frown.
She pulled the strings at her hips and tossed her bikini pants on the floor.
“Oh my! You’re shaved down there!”
She smiled, still with her lips together.
“Is there something in your mouth, darling?”
She opened and showed him. There was fluid under her tongue but she pushed it forward. It was thick and very white. “It’s Max’s cum…. I like swallowing it slowly,” she said, her voice distorted.
She ground on his cock, cuddling him and holding him close. He couldn’t hold back and erupted inside of her. She just held him until he’d finished. Then she rested back to look at his face.
She gulped gently again, her eyes closing softly and opening again. He could see her tongue was moving around as she met his gaze. Her lips parted. She pushed the semen forward and pursed them. Some trickled down to her chin but she gathered that with a finger and rubbed it into her lips as well. She swallowed gently again, still holding his gaze. Then she swallowed once more and licked her lips.
“That was nice,” she said, smiling teasingly. “His tastes nicer than your uncle’s.”
“Uncle Bob?”
“Uh huh…. He was so worked up after fingering me. He stroked himself. I just let him finish in my mouth.”
Phillip’s spent penis had slipped from her. She stroked it against her shaved mons. “I’m nice and smooth down here. It feels nice when they finger me…. Bob liked it and Max said it felt sexy. He poked me again in the bedroom when he was in my mouth.”
“He poked your hole,” Phillip said excitedly.
“Yes – he poked my hole, Phillip. He poked fingers up my little girlie hole,” Celia teased.
There was another knock at the door.
“That’s probably for the breakfast dishes,” Celia said, getting up off Phillip’s lap. “Do you want to let him in?”
She picked up her bikini bottoms from the floor. Phillip fixed his pants, disposing of the used condom, and went to the door. He saw the same waiter as earlier through the peep hole.
“Let him in,” Celia said from the bedroom.
Phillip opened the door and the guy wheeled his cart just inside, propping the door open with it. He picked up Celia’s breakfast tray but stood holding it and looking toward the bedroom. Phillip walked to the table to see. Celia was brushing her hair in the open doorway, still with nothing on below her waist. Her shaved pussy was a bald slit.
“Nice,” The guy said to Phillip.
Celia stepped to the bedroom door and smiled as she closed it. The waiter left, smiling as well. Celia came back out with her bikini pants on and tying a skirt around her waist. She had her sun hat, and gathered her shoulder bag from the kitchenette.
“I’m going to see how brave I can be,” she said, kissing Phillip’s cheek. “I’m going to go topless for the men at the beach,” she whispered. “I might even ask one to do my sunscreen and let him feel me and poke my little girlie hole as well….”
*
Celia walked along the wet sand. She wandered to the far end of the beach and back again. The water was warm as it bubbled up to her knees so she tossed her bag and went in for a swim. After floating in the small, gentle waves for a while she walked up to the dry sand and sat watching the wind-surfers.
There was a line of grassy dunes in front of the hotel and a walkway through them. Celia was by the entrance where people would lean on a rail looking out to sea. It was away from the busy front of the hotel, a little secluded. There was a woman not far away who was sunbathing topless. A large bellied bald man stopped and leaned on the rail right behind Celia and kept glancing over at the woman. She was bronzed, her nipples dark little points, her breasts almost indistinguishable.
Celia was sitting. She turned to straighten her towel to lie on. The man watched her. She turned on her knees and faced him, and flushed with excitement as she lifted her top off. She glanced and saw his eyes through his sunglasses. His head was up and directed forward but his eyes were looking down and to the side where she was.
Celia remained on her knees facing the man while she brushed sand from her arms. He was staring at her tits. Her string bikini pants were tiny. She brushed at the sand on her belly, tugging her pants down until they only just covered her slit. He could see her mons like that – see she was shaved. Excitement gushed through her as she let him look. She continued brushing under the string behind her back, tugging it down over her bottom a bit. She left it like that and reached back to fix the tie in her hair.
“Do you have the time please, mister?” she asked the guy.
He looked at her and glanced at his watch. “Almost eleven.”
“Thanks,” Celia said.
He looked down at her pants then slowly back up her body. His gaze settled upon her tits. “Nice day for sunbathing, eh?”
“It is…. It’s not too hot.” She swept at some sand on her belly. “I hope it stays nice like this for the weekend. I’m getting married,” she said, and she brushed lower. She pulled the front of her bikini pants all the way down and softly brushed her pussy lips. Her slit was completely on display to the ma
n.
“Congratulations, miss…. It’s still miss for a few more days, eh?”
Celia giggled. “Yes, it is.” She glanced up and smiled. His eyes were fixed upon her tits. He looked down at her pants, and she did too. She stretched the front lower again, turning it inside out to brush sand from the fabric. She had her pants pulled halfway down her thighs – her bald little slit completely uncovered now. The man’s mouth was hanging open. His eyes were no longer concealed. He was looking over the top of his sunglasses, examining her pussy. She reached back to fix her hair again, leaving her pants pulled down.
She sat with her legs to one side and searched in her bag for her brush. With her slender thighs not meeting, and with the man now having a view from beneath, she was showing the full length of her opening. She brushed her hair, just glancing to check that he was still examining her. “The water is lovely and warm. Are you going for a swim?” she asked.
He looked up to meet her eyes and blush. “I had a swim earlier. I’ll probably go again after lunch.”
“It’s nice that it’s sort of private over here – no kids around. I need to get an even tan for my wedding dress.”
“Yes, it’s well known that this section is for adults, miss.” He smiled. “You’ll be fine right here.”
Celia returned his smile. “Good.” She got back up on her knees and straightened her bikini pants, brushing at the sand once again. She glanced up and he did too, meeting her eyes as she blushed a bit deeper. Then she pulled her pants up, stretching them into place. His eyes lifted once more, and she bit down on a smile as she turned away and lay down on her back. She put her straw hat over her face. She could see through it, though he wouldn’t have realized that. He continued looking at her frequently and otherwise just gazed out to sea, smiling.
When Celia rolled over to tan her back, he moved on. Another man appeared above where she was lying. He had a half chair and set it into the side of the sand dune. He was quite close to her, making her heart quicken with excitement again. He was nice looking, although probably in his 40’s, she imagined. When she was about to sit up, another guy approached along the walkway. He was only about her age, with thick glasses. He was quite thin and sort of gangly. She sat up before he walked past, and he stopped and leaned on the rail where the first man had been.
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