Warren experienced his first doubt – his first little pang of jealousy while Evan examined his girlfriend’s breasts.
Tanya's breaths were measured. She was peering up at Evan's face. She had her hands clasped together around her wine glass, which curled her shoulders forward and accentuated the gaping of her dress a little.
Warren continued gently massaging her back. Her eyes were glazed and wandered to settle upon the two men from earlier who were again approaching. Warren found himself touching her shoulder and almost pulling her gently back into the sofa, but he didn't. He waited until the two men had viewed her breasts as well. They had slowed and had both deliberately checked her out, one of them even nodding and offering a smile.
Tanya's body had relaxed. To Warren’s touch, she had completely submitted. She virtually slumped back into the sofa with Evan's attention returning to her legs, which were no longer holding together.
He leaned across and touched her knee, moving it aside a little, and Warren quickly checked again to be sure no one was watching. Tanya sat still and allowed him to examine her panties. She held her wine glass in one hand and pulled at the hem of her dress with the other, but she didn't try to close her legs until finally Evan released her knee and sat back with his beer.
"So, how did that feel?" he asked Warren with a grin. "Letting another man open your woman's legs?"
"I don't know, but I might find out later tonight. I'll be sure to think about it when I'm fucking her."
"When you hope to be!" Tanya corrected, pushing her boyfriend away playfully.
"What, you're not letting him have a bit tonight?" Evan asked, chuckling. "Seems a bit unfair."
"Well, if he behaves himself and stops being crude he might get lucky."
"Damn lucky, I'd say! I can see how wet you are already – the way your little panties are sticking to you. Can just imagine peeling them aside and getting a big juicy load up in there."
"Now look who's being crude!" Tanya scolded.
"Well, it's not as if I've got anything to lose, is it?" Evan laughed.
"Maybe. Maybe not," she shot back at him.
"So, there's a chance of a fuck, then?" Evan went on more seriously, and Warren met his eyes steadily.
"We haven't talked about going that far."
"Fair enough. And you probably shouldn't either. I mean, as I said – Lisa and I have done it, but that isn't to say it'd work for you guys…. But it's an interesting idea, isn't it?" Evan concluded with his easy smile returning. "I mean – not with me as such, but the idea of watching her get it from some other man."
"Interesting for me, but I don't know about Tanya," Warren ventured, as lightly as had Evan.
They both waited. Tanya took a moment to respond. She turned to her boyfriend, and he lifted her chin and kissed her, but as the kiss ended he saw that Evan had her legs open again.
He sat back as a couple approached. The woman glanced and the man turned his head to have a look.
They waited until they'd passed.
"Is this what you wanted?" Tanya whispered into Warren’s ear.
"I'm not sure what I wanted," he said, and he placed his hand over her knee. He didn't know who was trembling more.
"Yeah, that's it, show me!" Evan said, and Warren moved his girlfriend’s leg aside again.
She didn't resist. She was clinging to his arm, and he caressed back along her inner-thigh and touched her panties. He could feel her heat, and he peeled them aside as she arched up against the back of his fingers.
He kept her exposed and watched around while Evan leaned in closer. "Looks inviting," the guy said, grinning, and Warren cut his finger through Tanya’s pussy lips and started slowly working her clit.
"Someone else is coming," Tanya said, and Warren quickly smoothed her panties back into place. It was one of the bar staff, and he came in and collected the empty glasses. Tanya had crossed her legs that time. They waited until he'd finished and moved on.
****
An awkward silence followed where Tanya kept her legs crossed and they all sat gazing around. Maybe it had gone too far, Warren wondered.
"Can I just say, that was amazing!" Evan finally declared.
"Well, now I'm just embarrassed," Tanya replied, blushing and fiddling with her glass.
"I think it was amazing too," Warren offered, and his girlfriend smiled lightly.
"No need to be concerned on my account," Evan went on warmly, leaning over to pat Tanya's knee. "I'm just an old pervert who dreams and jacks off over stuff like this. And don't forget you'll never see me again!"
Tanya grinned. "Do you really?"
"Really what?"
"Really jack off?" she pressed.
"Umm. Yes! Often!"
She turned on her boyfriend. "And do you?"
"Me? Umm. Yeah, I guess."
"Well, show me!" Tanya went on, grinning at them both.
"Show you what?" Evan stammered.
"Show me how you jack off,” she demanded playfully. “It's my turn to watch."
"What, here?" Warren almost pleaded, but she just kept grinning, and she placed her glass down and sat back folding her arms.
"Come on, boys. I want to see how you stroke them!" she went on mercilessly.
Warren looked to Evan. He was a bit red in the face, and Warren could feel the heat rising in his own neck. They both checked around and worked their trousers. Warren was completely flaccid, and he stretched it out. Evan was obviously experiencing the same problem.
“Helps if there's something to look at," he said, grinning at Tanya. And she uncrossed her legs and let them stray a little.
Warren checked around again then looked back to Evan's cock. It had firmed and Tanya was staring at it. His own cock began to harden and extend, and he touched Tanya's thigh and moved it a little further, then he reached back under her dress, but as he touched her panties she stopped him and squeezed her legs together.
"Okay, that's enough now," she said.
Warren fixed himself back into his trousers but Evan didn't. He just released his cock and left it standing there with Tanya staring at it.
"You like?" he asked, and she immediately blushed and looked to her boyfriend.
"Do you?" Warren whispered into her hair.
"Do I what?" she uttered. Her confidence had seemingly faded away.
"Do you want him to fuck you?" her boyfriend breathed into her neck.
Evan was putting himself away with the approach of another couple along the walkway.
"Another beer?" he asked, and he stood.
"We might go upstairs," Warren answered, squeezing Tanya's hand and lifting her as he stood.
"Oh. Okay. Well…." Evan extended his hand.
"Do you want to come up?" Warren asked him, and Tanya dug in behind his shoulder.
Evan looked to her and then met Warren’s eyes again. "Are you sure?"
****
Tanya walked quietly between the two men to the elevator. She didn't look up.
Warren could see the bulge in Evan's trousers, and he was again fully erect himself. Once inside the room, they placed Tanya on the couch where she sat peering up at them. Warren met Evan's eyes squarely. "I just want you to service her then leave!"
"Yeah – sure! But I haven't got a rubber. Is that okay?"
Warren turned to his girlfriend.
Tanya’s blush deepened. “I don’t mind if he cums inside me,” she uttered.
Warren nodded to Evan. His heart was pounding but he just nodded.
*
Evan turned to the young woman he was being offered. She was sitting there with her dress falling forward and her breasts bare. He touched her face and slipped his other hand down her front to feel a tit. "Do you want me to fuck you in that little dress?" he said to her.
The older man then guided Tanya back and reached beneath to rip her panties from her legs. Her legs splayed, and he got between them, freed his cock, and thrust it up into her.
Her breasts jolt
ed from the top of her dress. Evan had her wrists pinned above her head as he thrust up into her again. She moaned and writhed against him, and he held firm and let her fuck herself on his well-experienced shaft.
Within a minute she was convulsing. Her entire body was taut and arched up against him pulsing with her contractions.
Evan began to move in and out of her. He would withdraw until only the head of his cock held her up from the couch, then he would roll his hips and impale her with it.
*
Warren collapsed back against a chair where he could no longer see Tanya’s face. Evan's body was completely covering her, and all he could see was her legs and her stretched open pussy with the older man’s thick, heavily veined cock sliding in and out of it.
Juice was seeping from her and dripping down into her anus. The guy’s rhythm quickened. His balls were tightening, and suddenly he thrust up into her and held firm. And again Tanya was convulsing, but this time Evan also let out a groan, and Warren’s heart sank at the realization that he was cumming inside of her.
She held him close for a moment – her fingers touching his hips. He then lifted his body, and his spent penis slurped from within her. It was red and still swollen, though soft, and it settled between the cheeks of her arse. Their combined fluids dripped from it and formed a little pool on the hem of her new dress.
Evan didn't get up off of her right away. He remained supported above her, talking softly and casually rubbing his cock into her opening until it firmed enough then he tried to stick it back into her again, but it slipped up and over, so she arched up and split her pussy lips against it. He then speared between her lips a few times, trying to get into her, but the angle was wrong and, finally her fingers appeared and guided it back in.
Warren then watched his girlfriend being fucked a second time. She was pounded solidly and relentlessly through two more orgasms before she collapsed and just lay there for the man on top of her. Her legs were limp and rocking back and forth upon each of his thrusts. Her fingers had slipped from his hips and gripped the couch.
Suddenly he pulled back with his cock glistening and absolutely solid, and he closed his fist around it and lurched up over her – forcing the head into her mouth and crying out as he erupted.
And Tanya drank from him. Her soft sweet lips remained pressed over the head of his cock while he pumped his semen into her mouth. He didn't try to force his cock in. He just held it firmly in his fist and milked the last of his cum while her slender neck gulped and accepted the fluid.
****
Warren walked out onto the balcony and watched the moonlit waves rolling up onto the sand. And after a while Tanya slipped beneath his arm. She was warm, and her hair was wet from her shower. The sweet aroma of soap and perfume lifted from her.
"Are you okay?" she asked softly……..
SOUTH SEA ISLAND
It was a tiny uninhabited island off the coast of Tahiti. Kenny West had found work with a guy photographing birdlife. He had two young islanders helping out as well, and another photographer who was holidaying in Tahiti with his young wife had decided to tag along. Simon was that guy's name. He was maybe 26, as was Kenny, and Max the bird guy was 40 or so.
The two islanders were in their early twenties. They were powerfully built and both were light skinned, though still a deep brown. Wairangi's head was shaved and tattooed and Fiumu had a crop of thick, black dreadlocks. They'd kept to themselves during the first two days and mostly kept to their native dialect.
The young woman, Mira, spent most of her time reading and sunbathing. She was a pretty brunette with sensational legs and what appeared to be firm little titties. Not that the guys had actually seen them – she'd been wearing white t-shirts, though, and her tight nipples were constantly on display while the material hugged the gentle roundness of her breasts. And both days she'd worn tiny white bikini pants, which offered a fine view of the shape of her pussy lips and the little slit between them – a perfect camel toe.
It was the second night. There was just the one grass hut, and the men were all spread around either sleeping or dozing off. There was a sheet partitioning a section of the hut for the young couple, behind which could be heard the obvious sounds of slow, restrained love making.
Kenny stretched around to have a look and saw that the girl was on her back with her legs spread, and the guy was on top of her. He could only see up to their waists, though, and it was too dark to discern any detail.
Wairangi stood and watched through the other end of the sheet, and Fiumu sat up. Max lit a smoke, and they all waited for the guy to cum. His thrusts were getting firmer and more audible. The girl was silent, but Kenny could see her hips rolling as she split herself against her husband's cock.
****
The next morning Kenny was chopping wood for camp. Max had gone out early with his two guides, who returned without him. Apparently he was set up for the morning. Kenny approached the hut but stopped short of walking in when he heard Mira and Simon talking.
"But I seriously don't have anything to wear," Mira was saying. "I'll have to see if there's any washing soap. Do you think Kenny will have some? He seems to be in charge of things."
"I'm sure there's some here somewhere, but you look okay as is."
"Oh, and you'd have me walk around amongst these natives like this, would you?"
Simon chuckled. "What? Nothing is showing."
"Nothing until there's a gust of wind, and then everything!"
"I guess. But that wouldn't be so bad, would it?"
Kenny was looking forward to seeing what Mira was wearing, but instead of barging in he decided to go and get started on the washing. It was his next job, anyway. There was a laundry with an old washing machine and generator. He started it up and put on a load then strolled back to the hut to see if there was any little sexy girlie things to be washed.
He only just caught the husband and wife. They were leaving for a walk, and Mira pointed him in the direction of a bundle of clothes. She had on a little summer dress, all flowers and very bright, and quite short. She was clinging to it to keep it from lifting. The wind was sort of gusty.
Kenny quickly gathered the bundle of clothes and went back to work. From where he was he could see that Simon and Mira had stopped to chat with Wairangi and Fiumu. The guys were resting back on the sand after having just finished their breakfast. They were both grinning up at Mira standing in front of them.
Simon had moved behind her and claimed her hands. He had them folded over her belly, and he was holding them there while the gusts of wind toyed with her dress. It was billowing out nicely and Kenny saw it fold up a few times to reveal what appeared to be a tiny patch of white covering her pussy.
The four of them were laughing and chatting away. It seemed Mira was going to be posing for a few photos, and the guys were trying to get Simon to let them come along. They were denied, but a little later Kenny saw them heading off with fishing gear in the direction Mira and Simon had taken, so he quickly finished hanging out the washing and hurried to catch up with them.
They followed a trail up over a small headland and down to a stream that was broad and gently flowed into a little cove. Across the stream Simon was set up with his camera, and Mira was posing against a rock with her dress slipping from her shoulders, and occasionally she would lift it and flash some panty.
The boys tossed in their lines and offered Kenny one, and they set up there watching from a respectable distance yet close enough to appreciate.
The wife mostly carried on as if they were not there but was continually looking over. Simon had acknowledged the guys with a nod, which Kenny took as approving, and from then on he was focused on what he was doing. After half an hour of shooting he packed up his camera, and they strolled off hand in hand to walk slowly around the cove.
Fiumu left to go and find Max, who was apparently prone to getting lost. Wairangi and Kenny sat chatting and fishing until Mira and Simon returned from their walk. It was then g
etting on lunch time, and they decided to follow the husband and wife back to camp. They'd caught nothing anyway, and the thought of Mira climbing back over the headland was pretty interesting.
Mostly it was just a steep, windy trail, but toward the top there was a pile of big boulders that had to be scaled. They reached them, and there was some hesitation at the prospect of who would go first.
"After you," Wairangi said to the husband, his grin splitting his face.
Simon met the islander’s eyes and then Kenny’s. He obviously knew what they wanted.
Mira had climbed the trail holding onto the hem of her dress, so as yet the guys hadn't seen anything other than her bare thighs and the occasional flash of a firm globe when a gust of wind caught her by surprise. She accepted her husband's hand and bravely stepped up onto a rock that put her above the men.
Wairangi immediately leaned in for a look. Mira had released the hem of her dress, and the wind shooting up the rock face lifted it. She had on tiny thong panties, the little patch of material covering the lips of her pussy completely transparent.
They could see her slit clearly – they could see the smooth puffy roundness of her lips, slightly parting to reveal soft, delicate folds of pale pink flesh, and her lips seemed to open as she placed her foot in a chiselled foothold in the rock.
She glanced down at the two men, with her cheeks reddening a little. Kenny had leaned in with Wairangi to have a good look. She seemed to pause before stepping up to the next level. Her thighs were wide apart and the little patch of see-thru gauze was folding into her slit.
Kenny met Simon's eyes briefly, then he again looked at Mira’s pussy. She'd stepped up, but she then had to open her legs to step between two rocks, and she had stopped to look back at the view down into the cove.
The level of Wiarangi's head was at her ankles and he was looking directly up between her legs. Kenny stepped up beside him and just caught a flash of Mira's eyes as he leaned around Wairangi's shoulder.
Mira was talking with her husband, pointing out the place they'd walked to and other places in the distance that looked interesting. He was continually glancing down at Kenny and Wairangi looking up his wife’s dress.
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