by Wild, Suzy
“There you go Harry, now hadn’t you better go to bed?”
“Only if someone’s coming with me,” he replied, eyes alight and looking at us hungrily.
“I’m afraid that’s not going to happen.” Izzy said firmly continuing to tidy up.
“Okay, okay, last thing I ask. You two are so hot. Take your tops off for me, everything, t-shirt, bra. Another five hundred each.”
Izzy stiffened and slowly turned to him, “Sure, after that would you like us to strip and go down on each other?”
Harry’s mouth opened to answer but no sound came out as she threw a tea towel at him.
“Think again Harry. Come on Suzy, I’m leaving. We don’t need this crap.” She already had her coat half on.
“Wait!” Harry cried desperately, “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean it. I’m sorry, I’m out of order. Please. Look, it was stupid. I won’t ask anything like that. Just stay and talk to me for a bit, that’s all, I swear.” He put on his best actors pleading face. Unfortunately for him Izzy had her back to him and one hand on the door handle.
“Good night Harry.” She said with a stunning air of finality. “Are you coming Suze?”
“I’ll just finish tidying up and talk to him for a bit, don’t worry,” I answered.
“You sure?”
“Yes, look I’ll be fine. If I’m not I’ll leave.”
“Ok, see you in a bit.” She shot a look of pure venom at Harry and slammed the door as she left.
I resumed tidying up the few things left on the table.
“I’m sorry. Thank you for staying.”
I smiled at him, “Not at all. I don’t mind. I’d have been happy to...” I let the words trail away as if I was embarrassed, which I was just a little bit.
“You would?” He asked in surprise.
“Sure. Five hundred’s a lot of money, and you’re a cute guy. In fact, if the deal still stands...” I twisted the hem of my t-shirt and could see by the gleam in his eye that I had him. He scrabbled in his pockets for money, “In fact, you were going to give us five hundred each. What if I stripped right down to my panties for that?”
“Deal,” He said breathlessly thrusting a wad of notes at me. I smiled and slipped my t-shirt over my head. I turned my back and kicked off my sheepskin boots and socks, then slowly peeled my jeans down, bending over nice and deep to point my ass in the air towards him. I heard his breathing quicken. I stood back up straight with a little wiggle, and keeping my back to him reached behind myself to ping off my bra. I let it fall to the ground, and turned, my hands over my breasts.
As he looked me up and down, I let my hands fall away to my sides.
“Christ!” he breathed, “You know I’ve been naked with some of the world’s biggest actresses, and none of them have had a body like yours.” He leaned forward. “Take the panties off, please.” He almost whispered.
“I don’t know Harry, I’m a shy girl...” I looked at him coyly biting my bottom lip, with one them hooked in the waist band of my panties.
“Another thousand,” he threw me his wallet. I shrugged and smiled.
“Okay Harry. Our secret.” I slowly wiggled the thin lace of my panties down. I could see firm the bulge in his jeans that he was aroused, and that excited me. This must be how stripper’s felt. I could sense his eyes devouring me as my panties came down round my thighs and he could see my shaven pussy. As the panties dropped off I stood with my legs apart, just a few feet from him.
Feeling bolder I stepped closer and he leaned forward and made a grab for me, but I brushed his arms away.
“Touching wasn’t part of the deal was it?”
“I’ve got five thousand in my wallet, all of it’s yours.” He pulled me close and I didn’t resist. He closed his eyes and just held me close to him, I lay my hands on his shoulder, then gently lifted on of his hands and placed it on my breast with its now extended nipple. He gave a gasp, then he dipped his head forward, I felt his warm breath on my pussy, then the rough wetness of his tongue as he licked at me. I hadn’t been expecting that. Both of his hand dropped to my butt and pulled me towards him. I leant back and spread my legs wider as the wet heat of his mouth went to work on my sex. I ruffled his hair and watched him, feeling slightly detached form the surreal scene: a Hollywood film star performing oral sex on little old me! Performing good oral sex on me.
I pushed his shoulders back and leaned over him,gripping the back of the sofa so that I was straddling him. This was so I could pen my thighs wider and allow him better access because he was doing a great job. As his tongue flicked over my wet clit I shuddered and gripped the back of the sofa more tightly, started rocking my hips ever so slightly in time with his mouth. I could feel it coming, that surge of tingling feeling running up and down my thighs and through the pit of my stomach. Then I was crying out as the orgasm took me, my thighs shuddering along with my pussy. He pressed his mouth deep against my sex, cupping it as I came hard, his hand holding my ass tight so that I was trapped against his face as the orgasm overtook me.
As it slackened he let go and released me. I gingerly slid upright and trailed a hand along his thigh to the bulge in his trousers. He groaned and closed his eyes as I rubbed my hand up and down his length through his trousers. A Hollywood star. Should I? I started to pull at his belt buckle, he sat there his head back, eyes closed as I tugged his trouser spine My fingers close around the firm hot flesh of his cock as I eased it out. The tip was already glistening and as I stroked it he came suddenly, crying out as thick spunk showered form the top.
I let his cock go and wondered what I should do next. He sat up, smiled at me.
“Thank you,” he murmured, that was great. Well, it had been for me. He stood up and did up his trousers. I handed him wallet and he shook out all the money in it. He handed it to me. “I’m going to get myself to bed. That was great. Our secret.” He kissed me on the cheek and shuffled towards the bedrooms.
I watched his back confused. Was that it? I looked at the money in my hands. I’d banked thousands, we hadn’t even had sex. Well, not really... His bedroom door shut. I shrugged and get dressed, then bounded out back to my own cabin. It looked like the drinks would be on me on the next night out.
I decided not to bother with Anton again, Christmas was days away and I wanted to have some fun. Little did I know it was to come from the most unexpected source.
Needless to say Christmas Eve ended up with everyone getting very drunk at the bars in town. It was the early hours when Izzy and I stumbled back into our cozy cabin.
“Merry Christmas!” Izzy slurred as the door shut behind us. She threw her arms around my neck and our mouths were suddenly pressed together, her tongue probing my lips, her body slumped against mine.
Her lunge took me by surprise and in our inebriated state I stumbled and we both fell onto the bottom bunk. I was underneath Izzy, and that seemed to suit her, her mouth stayed locked to mine. I closed my eyes and enjoyed the kissing, As I’d already found out she was a fantastically sexy kisser. As our tongues dance I felt her weight shift and to my shock her hand ran up my jeans thigh to press firmly against my crotch. I would never have expected this from the ice maiden!
As we tumbled around on the bed her hand moved up under my t-shirt and fleece, inside my bra and she tweaked my hardening nipple. I grappled with her layers of clothing and pulled them roughly over her head. She was naked from the waist up with just a black lace bra supporting her firm tits. I pinged it open as she writhed on top of me, grabbing at my own clothing. In seconds we were both topless and Izzy’s mouth was slathering hotly across my heaving breasts.
She slowly slid lower, her tongue licking the length of my taut stomach, her hands roughly pulling down my jeans and panties in one go as she slid down, her mouth now just above my eager pussy as the jeans came free, then her head was between my legs, her tongue licking frantically at my swollen clit. I let out a moan of pleasure as the wet heat of her mouth found my pulsing pussy.
I gras
ped her long blonde hair as her tongue alternated from my clit to plunging deep into the molten heat of my sopping love hole. Her mouth fastened over my wet crotch as her tongue hardened and pushed deep in me, before she softened it and licked at my clit as she withdrew. My God it was incredible!
I felt her hand slide up the glistening wetness of my inner thighs, her fingers found my pussy lips, trailing across them as her mouth focussed on my clit. She rubbed at the outside of my pussy with her finger, before sliding first one, then two fingers in. I was soaking and she started to slide her fingers in and out as her tongue lapped at me. I felt another finger, then another. I moaned louder as my pussy was nearly filled by her whole small hand. She was sliding her whole hand back and forth, increasing the pressure with very forward stroke as her tongue flicked over my love bud and I was close to screaming out in orgasmic heaven when her hand, lubed up with my juice, slipped all the way inside me. My pussy lips contracting around her wrist in shock and my hips heaved as I came harder than I’ve ever come in my life. Her mouth stayed fastened over my clit intensifying the pleasure.
Tears rolled down my cheek as my body was racked with wave after wave of impulses, my pussy gripping Izzy’s hand deep within me.
As the orgasm subsided I felt her hand slip out and she was sliding up my body again. Her mouth met mine and I could taste my juices on her lips as we kissed deeply. This time it was my hands struggling with her trousers, with a flex of her hips she wriggled free and I could see a thin strip of blonde hair above her glistening slit. A natural blonde! I slid two fingers into her snatch, hearing her moan, I pulled them out coated in her juices and offered them up to her mouth. Her lips closed greedily around them and she sucked on them hard looking deep into my eyes.
I pulled the fingers out and pushed them back into the warm yielding flesh of her blonde pussy, then let my own mouth begin the journey south towards the heat of her sex. As I slipped lower she had other idea and pulled my thighs around so that as my mouth came to her clit, her tongue was already probing mine again as we folded ourselves onto the bed in a sixty-nine position. Her juices were running out over her thighs and she tasted delicious. As I nuzzled into her pussy I felt her tongue flicking lightly against my still sensitive clit. As my own tongue ran along her raised sex she shuddered and I enclosed my mouth around her bud, sucking ever so gently. Her hips bucked and she moaned. I kept the suction up and let my tongue dance across the most sensitive part of her body. As I ddi so I felt her pussy spasm and she came hard, crying out. I immediately slid my fingers into her pussy, feeling the walls contract around them as her pelvis heaved in delight.
As her orgasm subsided she twisted around and snuggled into me. She gave me one last, long kiss, then we fell asleep.
Neither of us mentioned that night again. When I woke up on Christmas Day Izzy was already up. She smiled and when I opened my mouth to speak she just shook her head.
“Christmas spirit. Come on, let’s enjoy Christmas Day!” so we did. We skied for hours on empty slopes, finishing the day with mulled wine, mince pies and contented sighs.
That wasn’t the end of my chalet adventures though, there was more to come. When I recognized one of my friend’s dad, Pete, I was happy to see him and catch up on all the news from home. He’d come away with a group of friends and they were all staying in our chalet, which was great, it felt like what it was, we were looking after our mates’ dads. Only mates probably wouldn’t smile about what we ended up doing. It honestly was a complete accident.
My friend’s dad is very good looking: short cropped silver hair, a regular gym goer. All good. Of course I’d noticed he was good looking but I’d never thought of him like that, he was my friend’s dad after all.
One day, as usual, the group had headed out skiing after breakfast, or so I thought. Izzy and I did breakfast together, then we’d take it in turns to do the cleaning and tidying so that one of us got the morning off. It was my turn to work and once I’d washed up, tidied the house and cleaned I’d grown used to giving myself a little treat by relaxing in the chalet’s sauna for a bit.
It was mid-morning by the time I’d finished up, I stripped off, grabbed a spare towel, had a quick shower, then jumped in the sauna. I loved being naked in the warmth and lying back on the bench for a rest with my towel under my head as a pillow.
I must have been in for about ten minutes, dozing slightly, when the door to the sauna opened. My eyes shot open and I looked towards the door. Pete stood there, shock in his eyes, completely naked. Shock wasn’t the only thing in his eyes though, they flicked over my naked sweat beaded body.
I was first to recover, scrabbling upright and grabbing my towel to cover myself. As I reacted so did he, clutching the towel he was holding loosely in front of his crotch, but not before I’d had an eyeful of his toned body and thick cock!
“God! Suzy, I’m so sorry, I didn’t think anyone was here...”
“No, Pete, I shouldn’t even be in here. Please, don’t tell anyone.”
“I won’t. Um, this is embarrassing.”
“Look, I’ll go...”
“No. Please, I mean, I don’t mind, I can wait.”
I’d stood up to go, Pete hovered in the door.
“No, look, its your chalet, please come in and I’ll go.”
“You sure?”
“Yes,” I stood aside and Pete came in, his towel now wrapped around his waist.
“You can stay, I mean, there’s room for two.”
“Are you sure that’s okay?” I asked.
“Yes, quite sure. I won’t tell, you may as well enjoy the sauna as well.”
“Ok, thanks. I’ll probably be done in another few minutes anyway,” I laughed, shutting the sauna door and plunging us back into the heat and dimly lit darkness of the wood interior.
We sat on the upper bench about a foot apart. Pete was starting to sweat already, I noticed how lean his body was, with sculpted shoulders and arms.
“My leg’s are sore from all the skiing,” Pete said. “I thought a morning off the slopes and a sauna might help relax the muscles a bit.”
“Oh, I got that, a leg massage is really good. I could give you one if you want?”
ete looked at me, “I’m not sure...”
I hopped down to the lower level of the sauna. “Hold on,” I popped out, grabbed some baby oil from the bathroom shelf and hopped back in again.
“Okay, give me your leg,” I was standing on the bottom level of the sauna and Pete was sitting so that he was at about waist height. “Just lean back and close your eyes,” I commanded, pouring warm oil into my hands. I took his right leg and gently started to rub oil into the tight muscles of his calves. After a couple of minutes I dropped more oil on which mingled with his sweat and moved up to his thighs. As I rubbed his towel lifted up and I couldn’t help but see his cock and balls hanging between his legs. I let my hands run high up his thigh and I heard his breathing quicken.
He had his eyes shut as I moved to his left calf and began to massage it, as my hands moved higher I kept my eyes fixed on his penis, which was thickening and beginning to harden as I light my hands run higher and higher up his thighs. I was starting to feel tune on myself. Both or u bodies were shining with sweat.
“I bet you’re tight all over,” I said, stepping up to the next step. Pete’s eyes widened in surprise. I smiled at him, and standing with my legs either side of his thighs I poured my oil into my hands then reached forward and began to run it into his chest with long strokes of my hand. I could feel his tight muscles under my hands. My face was inches from his. I ran my hand down his taut stomach to the edge of his towel. I looked down, and his towel bulged beneath me. I gave a little smile and tugged at his towel. Pete didn’t move as I opened it flinging the material to one side and revealing his cock standing firmly to attention.
“Gosh, part of you is tight,” I whispered in his ear, leaning right into him as my oil slicked hand found his hard length. He gave a groan as my gingers close aro
und him. “Its’ so hot in here,” I breathed, releasing my own towel with my other hand. I picked up the oil bottle and tipped it over my breasts, letting the oil run down to coat both our sweat covered bodies.
Pete’s hands came up to and slithered over my hard nipples, I dipped my head and we kissed as my hands slid down his slick body and started coating his rock hard cock in baby oil. I felt on of his hands smearing the oil over my flat belly, then going lower, sliding to my pussy. I moved it away and sank on his length, the oil easing the slide of his thick cock into my already wet pussy. We squelched as we came together. He cupped my ass as I started to grin back and forth on his lap our torsos sliding against each other as our mouths hungrily probed for kisses.
Here I was fucking my friend’s dad and it felt great. He was filling my pussy and I was sliding over his body in the heat of the sauna, which was making me light headed anyway. I ground forward harder and faster and his arms flexed as he started to pull and push my hips speeding up my thrusts as I rode his thick dick hard. Faster and fast we went, the beads of sweat and oil flying off us, kisses forgotten as we gulped in hot air. He gave a gasp and deep in me I felt him pulsing and squirting jets of cum, a movement that set off my own orgasm.
I collapsed forward in his arms and lay there for a second, before climbing slowly off, feeling his spunk dribbling warmly down my thigh.
“Suzy...” He began.
“Our secret.” I said firmly, standing up and opening the sauna door. “I’m going to shower off. You want to join me...”
After the shower, and the bed, we never mentioned it again, but I am looking forward to catching up with my friend, and her dad, when I get home again.
Before long it was nearing the end of the season. Soon it was the last night out before we all headed off back home to different lives, away from the bubble of the resort. Inevitably, the final night involved a lot of drinks. As we stumbled back to our chalet for the final time Izzy and I were arm in arm, and there was another, even better repeat of Christmas Eve that Izzy said was our sweet parting. I hoped I’d see her again.
