by Nicci Greene
I could hear his splashing getting louder until I knew he was coming up behind me. I held myself there with my arms my feet just unable to touch the bottom. I didn’t want to turn as I knew I would be facing him and eventually the warmth of his body was felt against my back just before his hands were felt on my belly before sliding around my now cooled body before groping me.
My gaze was fixed on the patio doors in front of me, the entrance to the villa and the exit for anyone coming out to the pool. His hands felt my breasts over my bikini squeezing them with vigour. The thought of being caught raced through my mind and I have to admit aroused me.
His hands slipped down right inside my bikini bottoms and I let out a moan as he slid his fingers up and down my clitoris. I was staring at the patio doors and thinking, what if someone comes out?
His fingers went inside me and that made me very horny. I was cool on the outside but burning with desire inside. I let my arms fall as I spun around to him, ‘We can’t do this here’ I said looking into his eyes but his head turned and he leaned in to kiss me. He kissed my lips, then licked them, then slid his tongue inside all the while shuffling about down below, getting his penis out and moving my bikini to the side. He slid inside with his usual forcefulness pressing my back into the side on the pool and then whatever he did, however he did it. I fucking loved it! I loved him inside me like that with my legs wrapped around his waist as he dug upwards and deeper inside penetrating me deep and deeper. It was intense and fantastic. His dick was touching me inside in what can only be described as a very sensual spot, perhaps my G-spot? My eyes closed in ecstasy, my arms outstretched by my side and my hands formed fists attempting to hold onto the sides of the pool. His hands were under my bum holding me up and bouncing me up and down as his dick kept hitting that spot!
I believed I was in Nirvana and about to orgasm. I wanted to let go and come so badly but then I thought, what if he did? I didn’t want his sperm inside me and as I had forgotten the pill a couple times I wasn’t sure if I would be safe?
Once again I had to use all my strength to push him off. I pulled away and swam off. ‘I told you, you can’t come inside me’.
‘Come back’ he said but I replied, ‘No, what if someone comes?’
It was lucky I did stop because sure enough as I was getting out of the pool my husband’s sister and her boyfriend came walking out from those patio doors. ‘You too having fun?’ she said knocking me for six and leaving me embarrassed and therefore unable to reply so I just said, ‘Hot today.’
But then at that moment I realised my legs were not working and I nearly fell back into the pool. I was weak at the knees, my legs were shaking and I had to use my hands to pull myself up and out of the pool instead of using the steps. My face seemed overly warm too, perhaps burnt by the sun or perhaps just embarrassed at nearly getting caught.
Before long everyone was out by the pool and I was getting burning sensations on different parts of my body. I was wary of how long I could keep re-applying oil before I would burn so I told my husband I was gonna get some washing done and start packing explaining my fears to him.
I first went to the bedroom and gathered up some dirty clothes before heading to the laundry room. I was bent over putting my things into the washing machine when I heard the door shut behind me. I didn’t have to turn to know who it was. It had to be him, my stalker as I know referred to him in my head. Sure enough as I turned there he was all happy with himself standing in his swimming shorts and holding a condom. I knew what he wanted, why he had followed me, why he was holding a condom and as we weren’t exactly fond of chatting so I said nothing.
I wanted him to penetrate me like he had done in the pool so I could feel him hitting that spot again so I slipped my bikini bottoms off and sat on the washing machine facing him. He walked over and manoeuvred himself in between my legs then dropped his shorts so he stood naked in front of me. He handed me the condom and I opened the wrapper.
He was already semi-hard at the thought of what would happen so I cupped his balls and gently massaged them watching him rise further before using my hand to stroke him harder. I placed the condom carefully on and turned my head to kiss him. As we kissed my hands felt all around his balls and his hands felt the inside of my legs and played with me, making me moist and getting me ready.
He started playing with the lips of my clitoris making me crave him and crave that feeling from before. He used his fingers to part my lips before sliding inside with ease as my body was still relaxed from our time in the pool. At first I enjoyed him thrusting into me as I arched my back and he kissed my neck as I presented it to him.
He untied my bikini top and took it off as he fucked me. Kissing, sucking and playing with my breasts as he went in and out but he never reached that spot. Then I couldn’t wait any longer so I lunged myself forward off the washing machine and into his arms. My arms around his shoulders were holding me up whilst his hands soon found their place on my bum as he held me in position. He held me there and continued again and again until his thrusts finally hit the spot!
It was slightly different with the condom on but it was still ecstasy for me. He banged me like that for ages and I moaned louder and louder until I felt it, a thousand horses running over me, pounding my bones under hoof, pounding my body from my legs to my heart, pounding my heart before lifting and flying away leaving those waves from before lapping inside my veins like the water lightly crashing against the sides of the pool. The very blood in my veins felt like it was crashing gently inside my body. Then a lightness as if I myself was weightless but it was actually him setting me down onto the washing machine. His thrusting had subsided while I orgasmed allowing me to enjoy the moment before arousing him all over again. His stare became more determined. His will to come inside me grew even stronger, his character more forceful and just like the time before, after the shower, he had that dirty look on his face like he was evil, possessed even.
His strong hand pushed me backwards onto my elbows. He then lifted my legs up and pulled them up over his shoulders. I was nearly lying down on the washing machine and as his thrusts became more forceful with his hands still holding my thighs, he bucked his body into mine. His head lifted and I knew that was it. I felt it inside even though he was wearing a condom but I was so sensitive down below I felt his penis throb inside me as he came into the condom. I knew he was coming and pumping his sperm out just before he stopped.
He pulled out. ‘That was great’ he said. ‘Yeah’ I said suddenly happier than ever before at the though of him and me. ‘I feel dizzy he said’ and he stumbled back away from me and took off his condom. ‘It’s the heat I said’ as I got up from the washing machine. We both stood there naked. Full carnal knowledge of each other we had yet we didn’t know much else but at last a mutual respect was between us. He saw me as more than just a nice face, great tits and an ass he wanted to pound. I was a good shag, a great shag even and to him that was much more than just a pretty face. What did I see? I saw someone frustrated with his life but passionate. Someone needing a break away from his partner or perhaps someone who needed introduced to swinging? I started chatting to him about it as we both dressed but he said his Mrs would never go for it. He then kissed me, a lingering kiss on the lips and we left the room together before going our separate ways.
That was our last day at the villa and that night we partied in one of the local clubs after dinner.
He had finally stopped staring at me and watching me but I wasn’t sure this pleased me. I think I wanted his attention and when it was gone I felt sad, lonely even. It sounds strange but I wanted to be wanted.
Later that night I remember sitting in the club looking around me. I saw my husband with this guy’s wife on his knee. Innocent enough but I could tell she liked him and I wondered if she might be into swinging after all. My husband smiled over at me and I nodded back as if to say ‘You and her?’ but he gently shook his head without her noticing the exchange. She was busy rabbiting
on about something and sipping her cocktail through a fancy twirly straw. To my immediate right was my husband’s sister’s boyfriend and his head looked as if it was about to fall off. He was nodding off and I thought to myself, what an appropriate term. His head nodded forward and then jolted back then nodded further forward. I think he was actually sleeping but then where was his girlfriend and where was my stalker? He certainly wasn’t stalking me anymore!
I glanced over to the bar and saw him with his arm around my husband’s very drunk sister. I watched him now as he had once watched me, my eyes now burning into his back as I sat there alone and again feeling lonely.
His hand slid down her back and onto her bum cheeks holding them gently as they chatted and laughed. I very nearly got up in a jealous rage until he lifted his hand again resting in the small of her back. Did she feel that? I wondered. Why am I getting jealous? I thought. Should I wake this guy beside me? Tell him what I saw? But there was no point in starting a row.
I just couldn’t sit there on my own, however, watching him flirt with her. Not after what I saw next. He did it again. His hand dropped but this time he groped her ass. She felt that! I thought as I rose and began walking towards them with my eyes fixed on his hand but before I arrived she turned and began towards me with a drink in each hand.
‘He’s a laugh’ she tipped a nod back in his discretion as she remarked to me in passing.
I kept on until I reached the bar green with envy.
‘You buying the drinks?’ I said, ‘Want one?’ he said, ‘I’ll have a deep throat’ I smiled back at him in a flirtatious way but he signalled the barman and ordered without acknowledging my smile.
I downed it in one, ‘Another’ he said, ‘Yes’ was my reply as I slid my body closer to his. I wanted him to want me so badly. He seemed indifferent as he paid the barman and again I downed my drink in one. ‘Take it easy’ he said giving me licence to flirt again, ‘You take me easy’ I said as I slurred my words, it didn’t come out right what was I saying. Fuck it, I thought I need to show him what I mean so I put my hand down and into his jeans. ‘Steady on, are you drunk’ was his reply and I felt annoyed, ashamed even. Why didn’t he want me? then I felt the third shot kick in as I pulled out my hand and stumbled backwards. I don’t remember anything more about that night!
I have, however, been reminded by my husband on many an occasion since that I sang loudly and out of tune all the way back to the villa, as he propped me up but I still remember nothing.
Our last day began with a flurry of activity. Once again I was last up with everyone else busy packing last minute items and tidying. My head was pounding as if a marching band was testing its instruments inside it, badly out of rhythm and to no recognisable tune.
Every cupboard door closing sounded like an explosion and the squeal from the wheels of the suitcases sounded like thousands of mice being horribly murdered.
My head was throbbing as if my temples were moving in and out as I walked. My mouth was so dry it felt void of all moisture, saliva, taste even and my tongue felt swollen and numb.
I shuffled into the kitchen, downed a pint of water along with headache tablets and turned on the kettle, ‘Anyone want a cuppa?’
‘No time love’ was the reply ‘We gotta be outa here in twenty minutes, you need to get ready’. ‘Where are we gonna go?’ I said sheepishly to which I heard a cry in unison, ‘The beach!’
Our flight was not until much later that day and we are going to spend the day at the beach. Ah! I thought, throw on a bikini, jump in car, hit the beach and lie down. Lie down as soon as I could. Lie down, I thought again and then I would be fine.
My husband, bless him, had already packed our bags and had everything sorted. He even left me out a beach bag with towel, skirt, sun oil and bikini. I managed to get into my bikini just and hopped into the car.
The chatter inside the vehicle felt too loud but the beach was close so before long I was on a sun longer looking out to the beautiful ocean and lying down. Yes lying down at last. My headache had faded to a dull thud but was easing as the rays of sun warmed my body.
‘Volleyball!’ was the cry that disturbed me after an hour or so, ‘No-way’ said I shaking my head. The others ran to the sea and played in the sea for what seemed like forever stopping only for snacks at lunchtime. I was handed a hotdog at lunchtime which I ate without even lifting my head.
As the day wore on I began to realise who was playing volleyball. There were four of them so who was missing? I sat up and looked around and there he was behind me. I should’ve known he would be also be sunbathing, catching the last of the holiday sun.
I sat up for a while glad to find that my headache was gone and I started to think about home. My thoughts turned to the flight and getting ready so I gathered my things together and headed off to the shower block.
It wasn’t the nicest or cleanest of places and it seemed to be communal. There were toilets but no urinals and three separate shower cubicals. One was larger than the rest and in the corner. I picked that one so there would be room to throw down my clean clothes without them getting wet.
I went into the cubical and tuned on the shower. I was immediately hit with a blast of cold water that made my nipples stand to attention as they poked through my bikini top. I turned the dial until the water warmed and then I rubbed the soap together in my hands. I worked a lather up into my hands before rubbing it up my arms. I began rubbing out the sand and oil as I worked my way up to my shoulders until I heard a noise, the cubical door!
The locks were crap and easy to open from the outside but as it had to be opened I knew this had to be someone who wanted to come inside, someone wanting to come inside while I was inside, who knew I was there, someone like my stalker!
I was a little anxious, afraid maybe in case it was someone else but I stood firm and began again to create a lather with the soap in my hands. I felt his presence right behind me just like before in the shower room that morning he entered me for the first time and like before in the pool. This was his usual approach and I knew it was him, it had to be.
Two hands appeared in front of me and took mine in his. We both worked the soap into a frothy lather before his hands began rubbing my tummy as if he was washing me then they disappeared around my back up my back and onto my shoulders gently massaging them like the time he put sun tan lotion on them. It had to be him, didn’t it?
My bikini top was then untied with his fingers and it dropped exposing my breasts. My nipples were still erect from the cold water or maybe it was because I was slowly becoming more and more aroused? Was it because I wasn’t sure who this was or was it because I didn’t know what would happen next? I wasn’t sure but I was very horny and before I could answer myself his hands came back into view under my chest and back into my hands gathering more lather before cupping my breasts. He must have felt my hard nipples as he began sliding his hands all over my breasts. I moved my arms behind me and found he was naked. I used my soapy hands to pleasure him, feeling him and sliding up and down his rock hard penis. His hands were sliding all over my front then Wow! inside my bikini bottoms just like before. This must be him, we have been here before I thought but I still wasn’t 100% sure. I couldn’t tell by his penis, should I turn to him. I thought but as I asked myself he slipped away.
Where was he? What was he doing? I questioned. I then realised that he must have bent down because his soapy hands began sliding up my legs. It was just like the time I slipped into the pool, just like the water sliding up my legs but this time creating a warm sensation rather than the coolness of the pool. He pulled my bottoms off gently before massaging my bum, paying attention to every inch of my skin and occasionally sliding his hand between my legs teasing me as he slid past.
This was divine, a great hangover cure, but what was my role? Would he fuck me from behind like the first time or would he fuck me like in the pool the way I liked? Was it even him? Who else? Was it my husband?
I was still unsure but I
let the pleasure engulf me so that I didn’t care as his fingers slipped inside and out quickly and he teased me more and more. Then I turned, I couldn’t help it, and as I did I looked down to him kneeling in front of me and saw only the top of his head. It’s not him, I thought at first but then he looked up and caught my eye, it was him, my stalker. I knew it was him all along, didn’t I?
He looked at me as his mouth drew closer to my vagina before his tongue came out and he began licking my clitoris. My hands fell by my side and dropped the soap. My hands then made fists squeezing out the soapy suds as his tongue lashed against my lips and tickled me. He picked up the soap as he stood up allowing his hands to feel the backs of my legs and then my bum as he groped his way all over me. I enjoyed his touch and felt his hands as they worked their way up my back and then around to my front which was also slipping and sliding against his then he leant in and snogged me. We snogged like that for ages as we allowed both of our hands to wander all over each other with ease.
He then lifted my left leg in his right hand and pulled me towards him. His erect penis was inches away from being inside me. I slid my hand down and grabbed it rubbing it furiously with my soapy fingers and watched his face as he too was filled with ecstasy. I pulled it into me so that the tip was on my hot wet soapy lips. His knob felt warm against the lips of my clitoris and he understood the invitation as he pushed it inside. The heat of his shaft pierced me as I’m sure the warmth inside me radiated through him. He pushed me forcefully back against the cold tiles as he fucked upwards into me. I wrapped my arms around his neck and lifted myself up, lifting my supporting leg off the ground which he caught. We were now in that position, the one from the pool, the one from the laundry room, the one I enjoyed and the one that meant his knob would hit that spot again and it surely did.