“That’s some exercise you teach,” she teased and Rob lifted his head to grin at her.
“I’m not sure who’s doing the teaching,” he replied as he pulled out and rolled onto his back to lie on the bed. He put his hand to his chest and felt his heart hammering. The touch on his cock made him look down and he watched as Grace stroked him.
“I think I want more,” she said. “Can you come every week?”
“Are you kidding,” he said. “I want to come every night!”
Grace laughed. It was nice to have someone so keen to be with her and she knew that joining the gym was one of her better ideas. Her eyes roamed over the naked body beside her and a shiver ran down her spine. She didn’t think she would need her vibrator for a while and smiled at the thought of more sex with her muscular young lover.
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Winter-Sun, Sand and Sex
by
Kim Wilkerson
Winter was never Juliet's favourite time of the year. The permanent threat of snow from the angry, grey skies left little room for light or warmth in a singleton's life. The tiny studio flat Juliet resided in, was as homely as it could be, but all the pictures of her family back in Miami couldn't keep the chill out.
Standing in front of her easel, dressed in a painters smock with her oils in one hand and brush in the other, even the red and orange coloured paints depressed her. She'd lost something from her soul and it stopped her painting; at least it stopped her painting well. Juliet hadn't sold a painting in weeks. If she didn't sell another quickly she'd be homeless as well as hungry.
Flopping on the bed, she called her best friend Pam.
'Hello you, what's going on?' asked Pam
'Nothing's going on. That's the whole problem,' complained Juliet.
'You're painting?'
'I'm trying to.'
'You always say that when you're working.'
'It's different though. I haven't sold anything for weeks. I'm already behind in the rent and if I don't paint a masterpiece soon I'll be out on the streets.'
'No you won't, you'll be on my couch listening to my boyfriend nag you day in and day out as to when you're moving out.'
Juliet laughed.
'Any suggestions then?' she asked her friend.
'A holiday,' declared Pam.
'I told you I'm broke. How do I afford a holiday?'
'I'll take you away.'
'What to the cold British seaside to visit your parents?'
'You are very ungrateful at times Juliet.'
'I promise you I'm not. I have a feeling I won't find inspiration in the grey skies and pebbly beaches - that's all.'
'Let me come round for a cup of coffee. I've got a plan.'
'Alright I'll see you in ten.'
Juliet hung up. When she'd first moved into the studio five years ago, Pam had the neighbouring room. They'd got on famously until Pam moved out a year ago. Although Juliet missed her, she was glad Pam's boyfriend's flat was only a ten minute walk from hers, as they'd been able to maintain their close friendship.
She heard a knocking at the door and was stunned to see Pam red-eyed on the doorstep.
'Are you okay?'
'Not really,' admitted Pam.
'What's the problem?'
'Mark is. He's redecorating the flat and he's turned into a monster. I never realised what a control freak he was or the temper he has on him. There's still another month of work left on the place but it's taking its toll on our relationship.'
'Doesn't sound good.'
'It's unbearable,' said Pam, blinking to stop herself crying.
'What can I do to help?'
'Come away with me.'
'Pam. I can understand you wanting to get away for a break, but have you thought this through?'
'I have. My brother's working in Marrakesh at the moment. It's warmer there; warmer than here anyway. He's asked me to visit before Christmas.'
'I don't have a bean.'
'You don't need a bean,' said Pam enthusiastically.
'I haven't any coin either.'
'You don't need coins because my brother sent me two tickets. I can't take Mark because of the renovations and in all honest,y I don't want to take him. He can him finish up the flat and I won't have to cope with his moods. I thought a girly break might be the order of the day.'
Juliet didn't want to disappoint her best friend, nor did she want to turn down a free holiday. She thought about her emergency credit card – the one she should've cut up but never got round to.
'To hell with it. Let's do it,' she agreed.
The girls were packed and on a plane two days later.
***
'I can't believe how crammed it is,' whined Pam.
'It's Friday afternoon. What did you expect?'
'First class given my brother's wages.'
They both giggled.
'At least it's free drinks,' said Juliet.
'Yeah let's get out money's worth!'
When the flight landed four hours later, Pam was wasted. Juliet was merry, but fortunately, in a state where she could usher Pam into a cab while giving the driver the address of their residence.
Juliet was stunned by the colours and unique architecture of Marrakesh. There was no western influence on the outside of the buildings. The spectacle of the Moorish structures had Juliet feeling better; even if the temperature was nowhere near as warm as what Pam had promised.
As the driver approached the building, Juliet saw a young man out the front and guessed it was Pam's brother as he waved.
'Hi I'm Charles,' he greeted, opening the car door.
'Pam's brother?' asked Juliet.
'Pam's brother,' he confirmed. 'What on earth has happened to my sister?'
'Can I preface this visit by letting you know, as her best friend, I am completely unable to rein in your sister's behaviour.'
'How many drinks?' asked Charles, hoisting Pam over his shoulder in a fireman's life.
'She drank the ship – well the plane – dry!'
Juliet followed him. The sandy chinos he wore were snug on his arse and she berated herself for admiring it. He was over six foot and had a masculine frame.
Unlocking the door to the flat, Juliet realised while Eastern on the exterior façade, inside was a modern western interior. She didn't complain; there was more room in the living room than in her entire studio flat.
'What a light weight,' said Charles, flopping on the couch, having put his sister to bed.
'That's one thing I wouldn't call Pam. The amount of alcohol she consumed on the flight was impressive.'
'What on earth was she doing drinking at 6am?' chuckled Charles.
'It was helping her deal with the 4am rise. The early start combined with the shock of being on cattle-class was too much to handle.'
'As if she's ever flown business or first class.'
'She'll be fine once she sleeps it off.'
'I know but she's not exactly played the good host by drinking herself comatose. I'm afraid you're stuck with me for the day.'
'Pam's not really the touristy type so I don't think I'm missing out on too much.'
'Ahhhh you're hoping to see the sights then?'
'Only if you're prepared to play tourist guide. I don't want you to bung me on one of those open top buses with a pair of headphones to listen to a recording of tedious facts of the sites we pass.'
'I've got something far better in mind,' winked Charles.
Having left Pam a note for when she woke, Charles took Juliet to explore the real Marrakesh. He didn't rush her from attraction to attraction, but started with a hot mint tea in a café in the ancient city walls of the 'old town'. The ritual of pouring and preparing the tea was fascinating. Charles explained the length of time varied in different premises d
epending on the height of the pour and the waiter pouring. The hustle and bustle appealed to Juliet and she was grateful for the opportunity to take in the ambiance.
Charles was an excellent host. Like his sister he was friendly, warm and welcoming. They talked in depth about Juliet's art. Juliet hadn't realised he was a collector in his spare time and they discussed some of the artists in his collection; discussing both styles and approaches to art. Having fed and watered his guest, Charles suggested they explore the Medina, taking her to a souk.
The markets were amazing with Juliet getting lost in the hedonistic sensory experience. Time flew by as Charles held her hand and led her through the array of shops. The colourful ceramics, fabrics, carpets, jewellery and shoes had Juliet diving into her spending money. Seeing her pay upfront for goods without questioning the prices forced Charles to step in to barter on her behalf, in order that her money last for the duration of her visit.
The freshness and fragrance of the foods were appetizing. Charles invited Juliet to choose dinner and dessert for them to take back to his flat. The motorbikes weaving through the crowds, with men eyeing her up and down, had her instinctively clutching Charles' hand. He laced his fingers through hers, holding it tightly to reassure her she was safe.
'I can't believe we saw a snake charmer,' said Juliet as they walked through the door of his apartment.
'You liked it then?'
'I loved it. Thank you so much.'
Juliet kissed him lightly on the lips. He surprised her by kissing her back forcefully. His steadfast hands on her waist had him pulling her to him. Charles delicately eased his tongue into her mouth to explore her. She moaned, enjoying the taste of him.
She heard footsteps from the hallway and broke her kiss with Charles.
'Alright?' asked a bashful Pam.
'Are you okay?' asked Charles smugly.
She grunted at her older brother.
Juliet laid the table as Charles bought the food over. They sat together and dined. Juliet and Charles related their adventures to Pam as she nursed her hangover.
'You two sound awfully friendly,' said Pam, her eyes narrowing as she observed how close they sat.
'What did you think I'd do? Leave Juliet unattended because you were too drunk to take in the city with her? For someone who wanted a girly weekend and break from her horrid boyfriend, you don't seem to be making the most of your time here. All you've done is eat, drink and sleep. What a waste of a day,' snarled Charles.
Juliet felt uncomfortable at the tension between the two siblings. She bowed her head, examining an invisible stain on the tablecloth.
'Shut up Charles, I already feel bad enough,' snapped Pam.
'Good. Your behaviour is embarrassing. Why do you insist on making a scene about everything? I was looking forward to showing both of you the city.'
'Okay, I'm sorry. I'll go to bed and sleep this off. Hopefully I can come exploring with you tomorrow.'
'Sounds wise,' said Charles shrewdly.
'I don't want,' Pam stopped short, deciding not to finish the sentence.
Juliet was sure the comment was ready to be directed at her. She jumped up to give her friend a hug goodnight.
They watched her pad down the hallway back to bed. Her disappearance left them with an awkward silence.
'Fancy a swim?' offered Charles.
'It's winter Charles. Okay it's sunnier here than England, but come on, it doesn't warrant a dip does it?'
'Come with me.'
He took her to an indoor heated pool within the complex.
'Who'd have thought behind all those horseshoe arches and intricately designed tiles hid this wonder?' she asked.
'You really love the buildings here, don't you?'
'Yes I really do. I think your sister was right. I did need a break to get the creative juices flowing. This east meets west vibe has a lot going for it. It is inspirational.'
'At least I've done one thing right today.'
She laughed.
'How about that swim then?'
'I'd love to, but I didn't pack a swimming costume,' she said regretfully.
'That's okay, you don't need one.'
With that, Charles stripped down and dived in the pool in his tight legged white boxers. Juliet couldn't help but admire him. He clearly spent a lot of time at the gym because he was lean and muscular. She liked that he wasn't overly pumped. The definition of his body was wonderful to look at but she was relieved he wasn't obsessed with working out.
Juliet was wet between her legs and she hadn't even dived into the pool. She watched Charles swim gracefully, captivated by the muscles working in his arms and back. Having reached the opposite end of the pool she heard him call for her.
Taking her time she unbuttoned her light cotton, long sleeved shirt, revealing her large breasts. A white bra held them in place. She unzipped her jeans and rolled them down, revealing inch by inch of her long, lovely legs. Juliet stood for a minute in her thong and bra, giving Charles a preview of what was to come. Satisfied by his stunned expression, she tied back her thick auburn hair and dived into the water, swimming up to Charles.
'I am so glad Pam didn't bring that prat of a boyfriend with her.'
'So am I,' remarked Juliet.
She gazed shyly at Charles.
'I wouldn't have enjoyed today half as much if you hadn't been there,' confessed Juliet.
Charles bent his head down and kissed her. Not having to keep an ear out for Pam, she let herself go to enjoy Charles' affections.
As they kissed, her hands ran firmly down his back, till she rested her thumbs on the inside waistband of his boxer shorts. He put his hand on her bottom, drawing her closer. Her hands slipped into his boxers. His arse felt wonderful in her hands. She squeezed it cheekily, tugging his underwear down. She turned her head to the entrance door of the pool.
'Forget that for now. It's winter. We're pretty safe here,' said Charles.
He took her hand and placed it on his cock. She gripped firmly, enjoying the smooth hardness of him. His fingers slipped under the straps of her bra, pulling them down. Juliet worked his shaft slowly. The water offered lube but the sensation was strange, making it difficult for her to find her rhythm.
Charles' fingers went into the cups of her bra to yank them down. He cursed under his breath as her ample tits were exposed. His hands squeezed and kneaded them. One hand wandered to her back, fumbling as it struggled to undo the clip of her bra. Eventually he got the fastening off and Juliet watched her bra start drifting slowly away on the water.
As he edged them down to the shallow end of the pool, her breasts hardened in the night air. He pinched a nipple, then went to suck it.
'Charles. Please just take me' said Juliet simply.
He nodded silently. His hands went inside her bikini bottoms, drawing them down. She kicked them off and parted her legs slightly to allow him. Charles' hand cupped her. The snugness of his palm held firm on her smooth pubis had her moaning at his touch. She bore down, wanting his fingers to fondle her. Her eagerness had him teasing her easily; he'd cup her tighter, then release, occasionally letting his middle finger slide between the lips of her pussy.
She wanted more from him, needed more from him but didn't want to come across as slutty. By now Juliet had released his cock. A slave to Charles' touch, she couldn't focus on the hand job she was attempting to deliver. Charles reached his free hand behind her to stroke her bottom. He worked his finger down the crevice of her buttocks, resting it on her back passage. She'd never had a man do that to her before. Previously she'd associated attention to that particular area as some kind of depraved sexual perversion, but the finger pressing on her ring-piece had her hotter and hornier.
Her attention switched as Charles slipped the middle finger of the hand tending her pussy, into her slit. He wriggled it in and let his thumb roll over her clit. She was dizzy trying to keep up with the range of unfamiliar sensuous activities she was experiencing. Close to climaxing she was un
able to warn him. Her body quivered. She began jerking as she peaked. His finger consistently worked in and out of her slit as she clenched to keep it in her. The pressure exerted on her bottom eventually had him sliding a finger into her arse.
The foreign entry to her bottom and the newness of the sexual play prolonged her orgasm. She came again and again. Juliet begged him to stop, then begged him to fuck her.
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