by Abie
I was melting, dissolving and the pleasure was borderline pain. I bit my hand to keep from screaming, then took my hand away and let it out. "JESUS, JESUS....JESUS CHRIST..... YOU"RE KILLING ME!!" Dan collapsed onto me, forcing me flat on the bed. He writhed on top of me, his cock still in my ass. We both lay still, panting and struggling to breathe. Then he fell off of me and lay flat on his back, spent and quiet. I moved on top of him and felt his arms take me. We lay there for several minutes. As my breathing slowed to normal, I said quietly, "I don't think I can take any more."
Dan sighed. "That's okay. I can't either." I wiggled like a puppy on his body. "Then take me home." We lay still for a few minutes, then got up and went out to the room. Pete, Sarah and Walt were sandwiched in a threesome. Dan and I got dressed, waved to the other three, quietly walked out and went to my room. We used the bathroom, shared my toothbrush, got naked again and crawled into my bed. I lay beside him with my head on his chest. In minutes we were asleep.
I slept through the night, awakening later then my usual. Dan was still soundly sleeping, his body uncovered. On his back, I could look at him closely. His body was fit but not buff. Reasonably well muscled and looking to be a bit younger than me, I thought that with his love making skills, he was a real catch for the night. His penis was only part way into a morning erection and I was tempted to wake him up by completing that. Instead, I quietly slipped out of bed, put on some coffee and went to the bathroom.
After peeing I rinsed my hands and face, ran a brush through my hair and thought about a touch of make up. Instead, I just applied a little lotion to moisten my face and left it at that. I went out, put on my robe, poured some coffee and sat on an easy chair with my feet under me and picked up a novel I had brought along. Half reading and half looking at Dan, I sipped the coffee.
When I got up for a second cup, Dan stirred and resettled. His penis, still exposed was fuller now. I smiled thinking that I had never seen a guy develop a morning erection, not even my ex. I watch in wonder as it grew to readiness while Dan was asleep. His breathing was steady and even. He rolled over and I lost sight of the object of my affection. My ass was not bothering me, even after the two anal fucking sessions. I felt a slight tingle there as I thought about how Dan had brought me to my only anal orgasms. I also felt a stirring in my vagina and I put a hand to my lips, parted them and felt my vaginal opening. It was wet and slippery with my ready self-lubrication. I considered using my dildo I had in the bedroom, masturbating while Dan slept. The thought was delicious but Dan was stirring now.
His breathing got deeper and he moved onto his back again. Perhaps partially conscious of his erection, a hand went to his penis and he gave himself a few squeezes. That seemed to wake him up and his eyes opened. He was immediately uncertain of his whereabouts. He sat up with a startle and looked around and found me, sitting and looking back at him. "Good morning," I said.
He rubbed his eyes, blinked a few times and said, "Good morn...," and became aware of his full erection, openly displayed. He quickly pulled the sheets over it and blushed. I got up smiling, walked to him and said, "Don't do that. It's too beautiful to hide," and I uncovered his penis and leaned down to give it a kiss and a quick suck, drawing it in deep and then kissing Dan on his lips. "Coffee's on," I said.
Looking more at ease, Dan got up and went to the bathroom. After a few minutes he came out, still fully erect and took the robe I handed him. Then he took a cup of black coffee, looked at the coffee tray and got a creamer and sugar. When his coffee was ready he sat on the bed and took a sip. He was silent for a few minutes as he drank half the cup and then looked at me and said, "I'm glad we got together last night. I really am. As much as I like the group sex stuff, I really had a better time with just you."
I felt the same way and said so, adding, "Group sex was never my thing. My ex and I never did that. It was exciting and I'm glad I was there, but being with you was wonderful. Thank you." Dan smiled. "You don't have to thank me, Kathy. It wasn't as if it was a burden on me or anything." He then chuckled and added, "Walt and Pete are really into the wild stuff. Sarah is a dream come true for them. It was fun to watch and I'm not knocking them at all, but too much of that and I think I'd get worn out."
I looked very concerned. "Don't do that! I need you in top shape. You're the only guy who has ever made me feel really good about..." Somehow I had trouble saying the word 'anal'.
Dan just smiled again. "It was never my forte, but with you, it was just so natural, so good, so real. Thank you." Now it was my turn to chuckle. "You don't have to thank me Dan. It's not like it was a burden or anything." We both burst out laughing and I went to him, opening my robe and taking his coffee, I put it on the nightstand. Then I pushed him down and got on top.
We made love in a conventional way. No anal but I was happy just to put a condom on his still erect penis and skipping the lube as my vagina was very wet, I got on and settled down as his penis filled me. I rocked on him for a while, looking at him and smiling. I did my supple thing and he closed his eyes to feel me fucking him with exquisite movements. I was working his cock against my G and again, I felt a climax building within minutes. Usually it took much longer for me to come vaginally and sometimes it didn't happen at all. Ignoring his pleasures and not guilty about that at all, I moved on him until I was coming. No words, no crying out, just murmurs of pleasure. As I recovered, still moving on him, I smiled and said, "Your turn. Do what you want."
He moved me over and positioned me on the edge of the bed on all fours. Pulling my robe up and onto my back, he got off the bed to stand behind me. A slight adjustment of my legs to give him the perfect height to work my vagina and he entered and forgot about my pleasures. I lowered my head, closed my eyes and took everything he did. Slow to start, with several with drawls to see his cock penetrating me again and again, he steadily picked it up and was lost in my vagina. I squeezed a bit to feel tighter for him and he responded by groaning and doing his multi-penetration thing.
It felt so good to feel his cock going in deep, and then out, over and over. He wasn't paying particular attention to my G and I couldn't have cared less. I just wanted Dan to fuck me as he wanted to fuck me. It wasn't long before he was slapping my ass with his hips as he went for his climax. He was working fast and deep, and he was on his way.
"Fuck me Dan. Fuck me hard." He did. With wild abandon he pounded my vagina and in another thirty seconds he was bucking, heaving and using his cock to try to impale me. I gasped a bit at that but stayed still, taking his cock pounding until I thought I might falter. I was gritting my teeth and tensing when he started to moan loudly and pushed his cock in deep and held it there, his body jerking and pumping into me. Even with his condom on I felt the spurts of cum against my vaginal tissue, his cock in me to my very depth. He held himself tight to my ass, as the last spurts and jerks hit me and then he sighed deeply. After a moment to catch his breath, he said, "Kathy, if we keep this up, I'm going to need a semen transfusion."
Dan and his two buddies had a tee off time booked for that morning. So we kissed and Dan got dressed and left. I wondered how Sarah was doing. If things had gone her way, which was likely, there was little point in calling her. She would still be asleep. So I showered and put on my new Wicked Weasel and my wrap.
I went down to have breakfast by the pool. I sat at an umbrella covered table on the deck and as I had some fruit and cereal, I thought about the way this vacation was going. Except for Mr. Disappointment, it was going very well. Then I thought about Isabella. Why was I so attracted to her? Why was I playing around with a teen child? She must have reminded me of myself at thirteen, with my budding sexuality and attraction to other girls my age, before I discovered boys. But I was now forty and a grown woman and Isabella was not even thirteen, at least in her emotional age. I went for a walk on the beach.
The day was beautiful, the ocean breeze was fresh and I was rationalizing my behaviour with Isabella. She was dealing with her own adolescent sexuality and I w
as sure that she was safer with me than with the boys. Even though I knew deep down that I was rationalizing, I let that go. What I craved from Isabella was her youth, her innocence and her purity. Purity. I paused at that one, and then let it go as well.
I walked down the beach, towards the village where Isabella lived and worked with her aunt. I was hoping to see her on the beach but she wasn't on vacation. She was probably working at the market. After walking quite a way, I turned and headed back to the resort. After getting my sunscreen, a beach towel and a bottle of water, I went back to the warm sand for some chill time. I removed my top without a hint of hesitation and applied the sunscreen. I lay on the towel and closed my eyes. I must have been still a bit tired as I drifted off quickly. Strange dreams slipped in and out of my subconscious mind. At the image of Isabella getting anal from Dan, I awoke.
My front was getting toasty, so I put sunscreen on my back. I took several sips of water and lay down again. I tried not to drift off but failed. More images slipped in and out. Childhood images, my first girlfriend sex partners and sex in the back seat of my high school boyfriend's car. Then I must have gone into deeper sleep as the images faded.
When I woke again, it was close to noon. Thank God for sunscreen. I was pleasantly toasted but not sunburned. My bladder was full. I thought about walking back to my room but the ocean was right there. I put on my top and walked into the water. When I was up to my waist I let it go. Then I swam a bit and went back to my towel. I glanced down at my suit. It was now quite see through. My nipples were erect and visible. My pubic hair was visible as well and my lips showed clearly. Instead of feeling overly exposed I thought that I might as well get a Brazilian.
I showered off the salt by the pool and walked over to the spa. My wrap was around my waist like a sash, leaving the now wet again suit show off my feminine charms. Several guys tried hard not to be obvious but failed. I was definitely getting the attention I wanted. At the spa reception desk I asked for the Brazilian and added a manicure and a pedicure. They weren't busy and I was taken into a room where a beautician waxed my pubic hair away. Then I enjoyed getting all of my nails done and the sensual joy of the woman working on my feet, getting them soft and smooth. I signed for the charges, added a tip and went for lunch, still in my suit. I spotted my widower dinner companion. Covering up with the wrap, I walked over. "Hello Kurt. May I join you?"
He looked up and smiled. "Kathy, yes, please sit down." We chatted over lunch and again, it was free and easy, as if we were old friends. I avoided any mention of my sexual encounters, thinking that Kurt would not be interested and possibly offended. I did talk about the horse back riding without mentioning the real reason for the ride in the ocean. He had been doing some of the usual tourist stuff, including a bus trip to see the surrounding area. If he had had any sexual encounters, he kept it to himself. I considered the possibility of Kurt and myself having sex that evening but thought that Dan would likely be looking for me, and besides, I wasn't at all sure that Kurt would be receptive to the idea.
I began to wonder why he had chosen this particular resort for his vacation. It was geared to adults, not families and was well know as a place to go for vacation sex. "Kurt, if I may, why did you choose this resort?" There, I had asked.
He looked at me and gave me a slightly bewildered look. "It wasn't my idea. A friend suggested it. He thought I might feel better if....I got...., you know." He looked very uncomfortable.
"Kurt, its okay to talk. I will never judge you." I thought that might help. He paused and then continued. "I married my high school sweetheart. We were both....virgins on our wedding night. She spent the last three months of her life at the hospital. We were married for thirty wonderful years. I'm not the easy sex kind of guy. Frankly, I can't wait to get back home. This place is nice enough but it's not my kind of place." He looked at me and I could tell he was wondering what kind of a woman I was. He already knew I was divorced. I told him a bit of the truth.
"I allowed myself to get picked up a few nights ago at the nightclub. It was awful. He was younger than me and a complete jerk. It wasn't one of my better decisions."
Kurt just gave me an understanding smile. "A woman who I'm sure is married, propositioned me and I must admit I was tempted."
I looked at him and asked in all seriousness, "Why didn't you just go for it?" He paused, thinking, and then said, "I just couldn't have sex with a married woman. It would have been....wrong. I thought about what I would have felt like if I was her husband, cheated on, and I just couldn't do it."
I put out my hand and he held it. "You did the right thing Kurt." Who was I to judge, I thought, but it seemed like the right thing to say.
"Thank you," he said.
I smiled and looked at him with my eye brows up. "Want to have dinner again tonight?"
He seemed to perk up and said, "That would be lovely. Meet you here at seven."
I thought a second and asked, "What room are you in?" He gave me the number and I said, "How about if I come over about six? We can have a drink and then go down to dinner."
He smiled in anticipation and said, "Okay, I'll be waiting for you." I thought, 'Dan might just have to wait'.
"Anything planned for the afternoon?" I asked.
"Uh...no," he said.
"You could use some sun," I suggested.
"Sounds good," he replied. "I'll get my trunks and be right back." I still had my sunscreen and I filled my water bottle. Kurt was only a few minutes and then we headed for the beach. I wanted to avoid Sarah and Dan so I suggested walking up the beach for a while. When we got a ways away from the resort we stopped and put down our beach towels. Kurt had sunglasses but nothing else. "No sunscreen?" I asked.
His pale skin looked like it would burn without it. He looked a bit embarrassed and I handed him mine. "Thanks," he said and started to put some on. I took off my wrap and Kurt's eyes lit up. "Wow," he said, "that's some bikini you have on."
It was my turn to feel a bit embarrassed. "I bought it here," I said. "The one I came with seemed... a bit tame." "Well," he said, not bothering to hide his admiration, "it sure looks good on you." I resisted the urge to pour some water over the bottom to show him what would happen. Instead I just thought we would go for a swim and he would figure it out. We both laid down, face up and settled into the warm sand. We chatted for a while, and then the talking got sparser as we both just enjoyed the sun. I was sure that Kurt was having thoughts about me. With my new bikini, he really didn't have to imagine what my body looked like. I was certain he liked what he saw.
The ocean breeze and the sound of the waves soon had me relaxed and half asleep. After a while I turned over. In a moment Kurt did as well. "Want me to get your back?" I asked.
"Please," he answered and I applied the sunscreen. I took my time working it over his back and it almost was more like a back rub. I could feel that he was tense at my touching him like that. "Kurt," I said, "you're at the beach. Relax." He took a few deep breaths and did so. I pretended that the sunscreen was massage oil and continued. The muscles around his shoulders and neck were tight. Too much pain and anguish was my thought. I again felt for the man.
"You really haven't been doing well, have you Kurt. I can feel it in your tensed up muscles." Kurt just nodded his head in agreement. I carried on and gave him a lengthy massage of his back and neck. It took a while before he made a sound, then I heard a slight sigh. I wasn't sure if it was from pleasure or painful memory. It didn't matter. I tried to work out some of the tension in his muscles.
After several more minutes he said, "I really appreciate this, Kathy. I really do." "I'm happy to do this for you, Kurt. After all you've been through, you need it." Again, he just nodded his head.
After a few more minutes I said, "Okay. Just soak up some sun. Drift off if you want. I'll be right here." Another sigh and another nod, then he resettled on his towel and went calm.
As I lay beside him, I thought that it would be both a pleasure and a giving thing, to
see to it that he got laid. Then I allowed myself to drift off. Simple and pleasant dreams came and went. When I woke, Kurt was sitting up. I was sure he had been looking at me. Why not, I thought. That's why I got the bikini. I turned and sat up, reaching for my water. I offered it to Kurt who took it and drank some down. "Thanks," he said, handing it back. I had some and sat gazing at the ocean, the sky and the few people who were around us. Time to let Kurt know what the rest of me looked like.
"Care for a swim," I asked. He smiled and said, "Sounds good." We headed into the water. I wanted to hold him in the warm salt water and have him hold me, but thought I should go slowly. We swam around, splashed each other and laughed like kids. My top was completely wet and now seethrough. He noticed and his eyes widened. My nipples, which had been poking at the fabric, were now plainly seen to be erect. I manoeuvred into shallower water and stood up facing Kurt. This time he actually stared for a few seconds.
"Wow," was all he said. I smiled like a scheming school girl.
"I did ask for the hottest bikini in the beach shop." "And you got it," he replied. "I don't think I've ever seen one quite like it. You look good in it. Doesn't leave much to the imagination, but you really look good in it." I was certain he was being honest. We lay on the beach for a while longer, chatting and laughing. He told me about his son and daughter, both grown up and out of the house. I told him about my marriage failure and how my career was taking over my life. We were like long time friends catching up on each others lives.
Kurt was starting to look a bit pink despite the sunscreen. "Time to head back, Kurt, or you're going to be sunburned." Kurt nodded.
"I haven't been out in the sun much lately. In fact, I haven't been out much at all." We walked back to the resort, still chatting. There were still a few hours until dinner.