by Nicci Greene
I unbuttoned his shirt as he put on his condom revealing his six pack and sexy pecs. Once he had put his condom on I pulled him once more on top of me and both of us were then naked in the hay.
I ran my hands up and down his back grabbing his ass pulling him towards me and then; he penetrated me. His penis was large and throbbing as its force entered my body then eased as he pulled back, almost out, before coming back inside deeper and then again harder and harder as my head fell back into the hay. He kissed and sucked my neck, fucking me, fucking me….until he was ready to come.
He pulled out and removed the condom and burst his come out onto my breasts.
As I lay there in the hay covered in his sperm and looking up at him with the summer sun streaming through the barn silhouetting his fit body I thought to myself;
Best picture ever!
My photographer would have loved to be here right now to see this!
Chapter Sixteen - The Villa
A group of us went on holiday to a villa we had rented for a week in Spain. It was a remote location with not much night life about the place but still with plenty of local bars and restaurants and the all important ingredient for a sun lover like me, tanning time!
My husband and I went with his sister and her friend. His sister’s boyfriend was going too along with her friend’s husband. They were all a bit older than us and I guess I was probably the youngest there but only by a few years. We all had a similar idea of a relaxing holiday and were happy enough to laze about during the day and then relax over a long evening meal each night with plenty of wine and beer to keep everyone happy. That’s why we booked a villa holiday and as it was a large one we all had our own bedrooms. Ours had an en-suite while the other two couples shared a bathroom.
We arrived first and so picked our room as we waited on the others who had travelled together. I knew his sister but her boyfriend was new so I had only met him a couple of times. I knew her friend better as we had all been out together before on a few girly nights but as they arrived that was the first time I had met her husband.
He checked me out over the top of his sunglasses and I could see his eyes run up and down me. He was nothing special, a man in his thirties with a receding hair line and thin lips. The rest of his face was covered by his large sunglasses but I noticed his pot belly as he bent down to lift the suitcases, however, what I noticed most was the colour of his skin. Like me he had olive skin, well tanned and I reckoned he too would be a sun worshipper.
I was right. There he was on the first morning out on the sun lounger even before me. The rest of the gang lay in their beds for what seemed like hours each day as we both caught the early morning rays. On that first day I could see his eyes again checking me out and following my hands as I rubbed tanning lotion onto my arms and legs. We never really said much other than ‘Hello’ or ‘G’morning’ and the usual small talk such as, ‘Hot today isn’t it?’
The others came out closer to lunchtime and we played games together such as volleyball in the pool and generally had a laugh.
The same routine continued for the first few days but the when we came back to the villa on the third night after once again being out in the local village the others stayed up for drinks but I went on to bed so I could get up early and catch the morning rays again. He also had the same idea and said ‘G’night’ to me as he passed, ‘See you in the morning’ I said with a smile but before I ambled on to my bed he leant over and kissed me on the cheek and as he did so he took my hand briefly in his. That was the first time he kissed me, touched me even but not the last.
The next morning I was there first, Ha Ha, I thought, I’ve made it out before him! We exchanged the usual pleasantries and that was that. The difference that day though was that it was even later again before the others arrived and as I lay there I began to feel uneasy. I could tell he was staring at me again even though I couldn’t see his eyes through his large dark sunglasses but it looked like he was also playing with himself behind his magazine and although I wondered what he was thinking I said nothing.
The following day when I arrived at my sun-lounger he had beaten me there again and was sitting all smug drinking coffee. He remarked on my tan and we discussed sunbathing for about ten minutes until I realised I had no sun lotion with me. As we were casually chatting I let him know and he immediately said I could use his. I turned to sit on the lounger and he rose from his seat with the lotion in his hand. I sat back into the lounger lifting my legs up onto it and he sat beside my legs facing me.
‘I’ll put it on for you’ he said and started squeezing some into his hand. I never spoke and he proceeded to rub the lotion onto my thighs.
I lay back, becoming more relaxed, as he casually rubbed the lotion into my legs. He did not go too close to my bikini so I was happy to let him continue realising that it was lazy of me but not caring as it was saving me from having to do it.
He tickled my feet as he finished my legs and I winced as it tingled up my leg, ‘Sorry’ he remarked and stood up. I thought I had embarrassed him so I said, ‘It was just tickly’ but he didn’t get up because of that and he was already moving around behind me. He then placed his hands on my shoulders and began once again rubbing lotion into my skin. He kinda massaged my shoulders as he rubbed and that relaxed me even more. As he rubbed my chest I was half expecting him to grope me and slide his oily hand inside my bikini. I was so relaxed I didn’t care and my mind drifted back to the footie match at home and the time I was groped like this from behind but he didn’t go there. His hands shook slightly as he dared to go near but not too close until he finally began rubbing my arms.
He sat down again beside my legs again as he finished by rubbing my hands. He said he thought I had lovely hands and loved my nail polish which pleased me as I had my nails done for going away. It was really nice having him play with my fingers as he slid his oily fingers in and out of mine. I knew he enjoyed it also because he had a lump in his shorts when he attempted to stand up. ‘Thanks’ I said as he lay back onto his own lounger next to mine.
The rest of that day was much like the others before. We all had some fun together when everyone finally got up although that night we stayed at the villa and had a barbeque. The boys all went off to the shops for more drink and to get the food and the girls stayed behind to start drinking.
I was already tipsy when they came back and by the time they had cooked the food and I finally had something to eat I was drunk. Not fall over drunk but talking rubbish drunk and really enjoying myself. The party rolled on and on and the gang started drifting off to bed, first his sister then her boyfriend. We tried keeping the barbeque lit to provide some heat after the sun had disappeared for good but by then I was beginning to shiver. My husband spotted this and threw me a blanket before heading off to bed himself.
My fellow sun worshipper saw this and took the opportunity to get under the covers with me stating he too was freezing and blaming our sun loving for us being so cold. He sat next to me and squeezed right up beside me. It was patio furniture we were on so it wasn’t that big anyway but I could feel his body pressing against mine. There we were squeezed into a seat that only two small children would be comfortable together on and draped in a blanket as we both shivered and I continued to talk to his wife. The heat of his body against mine was a welcome change from the cool air and as his wife didn’t seem to mind I became quite relaxed with him so close to me.
As the night rolled on more and more drink flowed and whilst the others had faded I decided to remain there and party on with my new friend, still keeping me warm under the blanket. His wife sat opposite us at the table seemingly happy at him and I together and keeping warm. It must’ve been pretty late or rather early the next day whichever way you look at it because the sky was beginning to lighten turning from a dark black to a silvery blue.
At one point while I was chatting to his wife and gossiping on about the latest celebrity news I felt a warm hand brush my thigh. It was very warm and t
he heat was welcome but when it happened again I began to feel uneasy as I wasn’t sure if she saw the blanket move. Then it happened again but that time touching my leg. I put my hand down under cover to push his hand away but he grabbed my hand. There was nothing I could do. I was afraid to say anything and his hand was warm so I let him hold onto mine. He caressed my fingers like before and it was nice. He held my hand in a very caring gentle but sensual way as he stroked my hand he kept pulling it closer to him.
We were all chatting and I was fretting about what could be seen as the blanket moved then without warning my hand was pulled sharply toward him and my fingers prized open. Then they was closed around what I know now was his hard penis. It was very hot and very hard. I was embarrassed and I’m sure I was red in the cheeks but he kept my hand there and started masturbating using my hand as if it were is.
This went on for several minutes before he came all over my hand. I didn’t know what to do or were to put my hand so I kindly rubbed it onto his shorts and pulled it away.
I was glad his wife hadn’t seemed to notice what had occurred under the blanket and before long she too yawned, ‘I’m off to bed’ and it was only the two of us left, still huddled together, under there. I waited while she trotted off so I could confront him but as soon as his wife had disappeared out of sight he started whispering, ‘Kiss me’ in my ear and ‘I want to fuck you… lets go into the pool now?’, I was so drunk that my anger began to subside as his dirty thoughts poured into my ear through his warm breath which trickled down my neck and aroused me but I pulled myself together and said ‘No way, I’m going to bed’. I was still annoyed at him taking liberties with my hand.
I stumbled as I tried to stand and he caught me, ‘Come on, just one kiss?’ ‘A goodnight kiss that’s all.’ His face was so close to mine and he was trying to get his lips onto mine. ‘No’ I said once more as I broke free and began to walk away. I went into the kitchen for a drink of water and as I opened the fridge door with my right hand his hand appeared on top of mine holding it firmly and pushing the door shut. His body leant into my back before his other hand slid around my waist holding me just under my breasts. For a moment I felt like turning to him, kissing him and asking him to fuck me there and then on the kitchen bench but he ruined the moment when shoved his hand down the front of my skirt and the shock sobered me for a minute. ‘Hey!’ I said, ‘that’s enough.’ He got the message and pulled back saying ‘Sorry’ and holding his hands up in a surrendering gesture but as I looked at him I remembered his gentle touch and his previous apology. He was a nice man, I thought, just obnoxious when drunk so I walked over to him and said, ‘Just a goodnight kiss then’.
I titled my head and leaned into him and we snogged, gently at first and for what seemed like five long sensual minutes before he started getting frisky again. His hand grabbed at my bum then with one swift movement went down then up under my skirt. ‘That’s enough now, I’m going to bed’ and off I went pushing him off me with both my hands and then staggering back to my room occasionally bouncing off the walls as I tried in vain to walk in a straight line.
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The next morning was very different than all the others. I woke at mid-day with a sore head and with thoughts of the previous evening dancing around in my mind. At first I couldn’t lift my head from the pillow and merely opening my eyes to let in the brightness of the day seemed such an arduous task. When I finally did, however, I noticed the time. I went into the kitchen to get headache tablets and noticed there was no-one about, no-one at the pool even. A note sat beside the kettle from my husband read;
Gone for lunch XX
No early morning sun today I thought as I jumped into the shower. I was enjoying my time in the shower in our en-suite when I heard the door, ‘Is that you love?’ I said but the voice that replied wasn’t my husbands, it was him. ‘You slept in too then?’ it questioned.
‘Yeah’ I replied, ‘The others are all away’ he said. ‘Back soon though’ I said ‘No’ he replied ‘they only left ten minutes ago’.
Shit! I thought this is a bit weird anyway I’m not going to let him bother me, ‘Hand me the towel’ I said and in it came through the curtain. He didn’t peek in to my surprise as his eyes had scanned my entire body so many times I thought he would surely try for another.
I dried off and wrapped the towel around me hooking it in at my upper back. I knew my might be on show but I didn’t care.
We chatted briefly about the night before skirting around the issues of the wank and the kiss but as I leaned into the mirror to fix my make up I could see him staring at my bum at it peaked out from below the towel and then suddenly without warning he took it in his hands and started feeling it. ‘Did you not get enough last night?’ I said to which he replied, ‘No, never!’ He then seemed to bend down and when he stood up I realised he had removed his shorts and was naked behind me.
His hands felt me up from behind, first my legs then my bum then he slid up inside the towel to feel my back before sliding them round to cup my breasts as he let out a grunt. I continued with my make up stopping occasionally as he squeezed my boobs hard in a somewhat frustrated manner. His dick was pressing hard against my backside, rubbing all over my cheeks and then down between my legs making me moist. He started rocking back and forth, his hard cock sliding back and forth along my clit. I dropped the make up and steadied myself ready his first thrust inside but I was too late and my head nearly hit the mirror. The second came quickly after the first pushing my face into the cold glass. I was ready for his third using my hand against the mirror to brace myself. By then the towel had completely left me and had fallen to the floor. I was naked and getting it hard from behind. Using my hands against the mirror I pushed back into him and twisted my thighs to get him deeper inside and to pleasure me more.
He fucked me hard, then harder and we battered against one another until a thought struck me, I hadn’t taken the pill that morning nor the one before and I immediately used all my strength to push him off me exclaiming, ‘You’re not coming inside me!’ ‘Ah come on,’ he said, ‘you can’t leave my like this’. ‘You can come on my boobs,’ I said as I knelt down in front of him.
He was clearly annoyed and frustrated but I took his penis in my hand and began licking it and tasting myself off him. I sucked down hard on his shaft and then gently licked it and kissed it. He didn’t like the softly approach and grabbed my chin in one hand taking his dick in the other and started rubbing it in my face then hard into my mouth. I nearly choked at first he rammed it in so forcefully. Then as I looked up at him with my mouth open he began hitting my tongue with it whacking me as I knelt before him taking it. I didn’t like it and I was afraid he would come in my face or my mouth so I raised myself up onto my knees and placed my breasts around his erection. Using my breasts I rubbed him up and down between them squeezing them tightly until he came. He came all over my chest, let out a groan and then walked out. I was left in the bathroom on my knees with his come all over my chest. What a morning!
Not much sunbathing was done that day in fact I spent most of my time inside. I felt uncomfortable at the pool because I couldn’t look at him. The others were oblivious to it but I kept thinking about his dick in my face and it made me feel a little ashamed.
The following morning I went out early hoping he wouldn’t be there. I knew he probably would be but as it was our last full day at the villa I wanted to spend most of it under the sun. It was a hot morning, hotter than normal and I felt the heat burning my bare feet as I stepped outside from the shade and onto the hot tiles by the pool.
The sky was light blue and bare. Void of all cloud as if the sun had dried up all the moisture in the air making it feel dry against the skin almost as if walking through a furnace and I had to remind myself it was only the morning sun.
The beautiful day was disrupted by his presence, already out there as usual, watching me approach. He sat smiling on his lounger gr
eased with tanning lotion and his now very dark skin shimmered as the sun rays bounced off him as if he were covered in shiny foil.
‘Great day’ his small talk began. ‘Hot’ I said not wanting to appear keen to strike up a conversation. ‘You got your own oil today then?’ he remarked with a wry smile. ‘Yes’ I nodded as I dropped both my towel and book onto the lounger.
My short answers gave him more information that they stated. They told him I was not interested in chatting. In fact I hoped they told him that my interest in him was over.
As we lay there I felt it difficult to read my book bending the pages away from the glaring sun so as not to be blinded by its refection. My greasy fingers smudging the ink as drops of sweat fell periodically from my brow, blotting the copy further. It was already becoming too hot. Too hot to concentrate and I knew my body needed cooling down so I dropped the book and rose from my lounger sliding my hands behind me to adjust my bikini bottoms which had stuck to my bum.
I’m sure he studied my backside as I corrected my clothing and I felt his eyes burn into me as I walked towards the pool. I turned facing him before dipping a toe in. ‘Can’t be too cold’ he shouted but I didn’t answer as my leg was sliding in and the cool water was gripping my leg as if to draw me further into it.
As I walked down the steps the cool water slid up my legs as if a million hands were massaging them, gripping them tight and enticing me into the water. It was lovely, just what was required and before long I let my whole body fall into the water which know embraced my entire soul, cooling me, soothing me and taking away all the troubles in my mind. The thoughts of him and what he had done drifted away as the tranquil noise of gentle water waves lapped around me slapping the sides of the pool as I swam across it.
I had never been a great swimmer so the breast stroke suited me keeping my head just above the water and using my arms and legs to propel me slowly forward without much effort but just enough to glide across the pool. I reached the end closest to him and turned, without looking at him, making my way back to the other side. When I reached the side I pulled out my arms resting them crossed in front of me so I could lay my chin onto my hands. My arms held out of the water allowed me to hold my body there gently floating effortless and peaceful. Then I heard a splash and drops of water showered over my head. He was in the pool.