by A. J. Milton
“Oh yes, yes,” she whispered. I held her hips and thrust deep inside her, long slow firm strokes. Hot and steamy is the perfect description. Her insides were so hot and wet and slippery with her juices, and the visibility in the shower was reducing as the water vapour increased minute after minute. It was heaven and I didn’t want to come quite yet, but I wanted her to, so I reached one hand around to the front and started lightly rubbing her clit. Her hips started bucking more wildly and I could almost sense her orgasm starting to build. I wished I could see her face but the view I had was still delightful. Still thrusting inside her, I reached around with my other hand and tweaked one of her sensitive little nipples. “You bastard!” she screamed, “Fuck I’m coming, ooohhhh.” I felt all the muscles in her pussy rippling and her whole body shuddered and heaved as her climax took her. I eased my cock out of her and held her tight to stop her slipping down. The shower continued to rinse us, and after a while I turned it off.
I wrapped her in the big fluffy gown, tied a towel around me and led her out of the steam into the bedroom. I sat her on the bed and then started drying her feet and her lovely legs. She smiled at me with a mildly quizzical expression, but she didn’t say anything.
I continued drying her and then said, “How about after sun lotion?”
“Yes, good idea.”
I went to the bathroom and got a spare towel and the moisturising lotion bottle. I put the towel on the bed, removed her gown and then laid her front down on the towel. I knelt next to her and started gently rubbing and massaging the lotion into her shoulders and back. “Oh wow, that’s nice,” she murmured. It was great for me too, running my hands over her firm, fit, little body as I gradually massaged her from shoulders down to her calves.
“Time to turn over,” I whispered in her ear. She turned over and gave me a sleepy grin before closing her eyes again. A little more self-control was needed now as I applied the lotion to her upper body. Because she was now so relaxed I took care not to tweak those sensitive nipples, even though she did moan and shudder slightly as I touched her breasts. Down over her stomach and hips, which caused a few more wriggles. Then I started at her feet and worked up her legs. I refrained from touching her pussy and then I settled next to her and gave her a gentle kiss.
“Mmmm, wonderful,” she said.
We lay there briefly, and then she stirred and said, “My turn now.” By this time, I was almost dry anyway so a few dabs of the towel sorted all that out. “On your front”, she said and I lay down on the towel like a good boy. But instead of kneeling next to me she straddled me and sat firmly on my butt. As she started rubbing lotion into my back and shoulders I could feel her hot body pressing against mine. And when she had finished my back she just turned around and straddled my waist and started rubbing the lotion into my buttocks and legs. And by now I could feel her pussy getting slightly moist as it rubbed against me.
When she turned me over, my released cock sprang into the air. “Naughty boy,” she said. “How am I supposed to massage you with that in the way? Maybe the lotion will have to wait for a while…”
She straddled my waist so that my cock was pressing against the cleft of her butt, and leaned down to kiss me. Our kiss was deep and passionate as our tongues intertwined. Her lips were so soft and gentle and yet her kiss was so hot and wet and firm and turned me on as it always did. She broke off the kiss but didn’t say anything. She shifted her hips then reached around and took my cock in one hand and slowly sank down on top of it. I groaned as I entered her, and she slid down until it was completely buried to the hilt. She licked her lips and then her hips started moving slowly and gently and at the same time she clenched and released her internal muscles. I jerked with the amazing sensations. I wanted to thrust hard, but she kept up the sensuous belly dancing rotation and muscle tweaking. I wasn’t going to last long like this and my breathing got faster.
“Who’s the boss now… eh?” That delightfully wicked grin was back on her face.
“Oh fuck… Sophie, you are just amazing.”
“Don’t you forget it,” she laughed.
Then she leaned forward to kiss me again. This gave me the opportunity to grab her hips and adjust the tempo for a while to stop me coming almost immediately. I don’t suppose it delayed things for more than a couple of minutes, but every second being inside her beautiful body was a slice of heaven. She increased her muscle and hip gyrations and I could hardly breathe. I felt my cock twitching and I knew I was starting to come.
“Yes, darling… now,” I panted. She ground her clit into my groin faster and faster, and I sensed her own orgasm started to build as soon as I shot my hot sticky cum inside her,
She was milking my juice from my cock with her muscles, and then she cried out “Oh god yes,” and she slumped down on top me. I could feel her inner spasms as shuddered on top me, and I held her tight.
We lay there panting together for a few minutes.
She lifted herself off my slowly shrinking cock, and my cum started dripping out down her legs and over me.
“Ooops!” she said, and grabbed some tissues and proceeded to wipe up the mess with tissues and also with her tongue. She popped to the bathroom to clean-up while I lay there feeling warm and wonderful.
When she returned, she snuggled up to me in her usual way as we seemed to fit perfectly together just like that.
We hugged each other tightly and she said, “I don’t want this to end.”
“Nor do I. Can I still see you when we get back home again?”
“Oh yes, definitely. You clearly need someone to boss you around sometimes.”
I didn’t have a reply to that one.
“My lovely man,” she whispered into my ear.
***
~ Sophie ~
We lay there together in silence, cuddling and stroking each other for a while, both a bit physically and emotionally drained.
I think I’m falling in love with him.
I had never really been in love, but what I was feeling right now was so much stronger and deeper than anything I had ever felt before. I realised it was probably too soon to be sure, and too soon to tell him so.
How does he feel? He wants to see me after this holiday, so he certainly likes me… a lot?
I knew that it wasn’t going to be easy. Our age difference would be bound to cause some problems, and we would have to face up to it. We were pushing the boundaries well beyond what was the norm of ‘socially acceptable’, even in the twenty-first century. I realised that some people would find it difficult if not impossible to accept. I didn’t dare think about what my parents might say. I also appreciated that our relationship was just beginning but we seemed to be getting very close, so quickly.
And yet we had developed this amazing bond as soon as we had gotten to know each other. It wasn’t only physical (although that was proving to be awesome!). We had so many shared interests, our ability to talk about almost anything, and a compatible sense of humour. I know I’m young, but I also know that finding that level of chemistry and compatibility is a rare and wonderful thing. It simply cannot be ignored.
I leaned over and kissed him. I wanted to be joined with him in one way or another. We kissed softly and tenderly for quite some time. It was still merely the middle of the afternoon, but the last day or so had been incredibly intense. I closed my eyes and dozed off.
I woke when he stirred next to me. I got up and put the kettle on, switched the TV on to MTV with the sound low, and made us both a cup of tea. We threw t-shirts on and went to sit outside on the veranda to enjoy the late afternoon sun.
We talked for a while about his work and my university course, but as the breeze was getting stronger and cooler, we went back indoors to watch the news and the music channel until it was time to go out for drinks and dinner. He went back to his room to get changed, while I cursed and battled with the hair dryer trying to get my hair up into some sort of elegant state. I think partial success was the best description of the res
ult. I put on a cream and green sundress which was the only other girlie clothing I had brought with me. I now knew that he loved my gypsy skirt, but even a struggling student can’t be seen wearing the same skirt to dinner three nights in a row! I was almost ready when he returned, and I even managed both eyeshadow and a touch of pale lipstick tonight.
He looked approvingly at my efforts, and said, “Really nice, although to be honest, I think you are stunning whatever you wear.” I smiled and curtsied for him, which evoked a deep chuckle.
“While I think of it,” Alex handed me his iPod touch. “I know you wanted to listen to some of my old rock music and there is a fair selection on there, as well as a lot of newer stuff. Let me know what you like and copy any tracks you want.” Oooh thoughtful gesture… sigh … I do love this man.
“Oh Cool, thanks! But don’t you need it?”
“No problem a lot of it is on my phone or in my car. And it’s all stored on my PC at home anyway. You keep it as long as you need.”
He deserved a very big deep kiss, and I made sure that he got one. “What do you want to do for dinner tonight?” Alex asked.
“I would love to go back to the fish restaurant here in the hotel again,” I said hopefully.
“OK, sorted,” he said, “and we can stop for a drink at the bar on the way.”
So, we stopped at the bar above the dive centre and had a small beer each. The bar was almost empty, clearly all the diving crowd had moved on somewhere else tonight. Outside the wind was getting stronger and gustier, so we decided to eat inside the restaurant tonight.
The restaurant was only about half full, so it had a friendly atmosphere but once again allowed us to be cosy and intimate. This time we decided to share a platter of mixed fresh local seafood, together with some creamy pasta and mixed vegetables. Once again, the meal was excellent. I suddenly realised that after a week of all-inclusive four-star living, it was going to be rather a shock going back to my student accommodation and take-outs or my mediocre cooking talents. Ice cream and coffee completed the meal and once again well over two hours had passed as we ate and talked.
As it was our last night we decided to walk along the beach in the moonlight, despite the blustery wind. The moon was large and clear again, and it was beautiful with the palm trees waving and the sound of the sea breaking on the beach.
Back at the villa, he said “Your place or mine?”
“We may as well test your bed out,” I giggled. “I’ll go and grab my toothbrush and stuff and I will be up in a minute.” His apartment was pretty much the same as mine, except for a domed roof in the lounge area and a different shaped balcony instead of my veranda. The rooms were furnished very tastefully and well stocked with nice accessories and complimentary items that make all the difference.
We stood looking at each other momentarily. Alex broke the silence “I just want to watch you, and I just want to talk to you, and I just want to rip your clothes off and make love to you. Basically, I can’t get enough of you, little Darling.”
“Well you have been watching me and talking to me for hours, so what does that leave us next?” I beckoned assertively with one finger.
“OK,” he said, “I’m going to lick you until you beg me to stop.”
“Oh yes! But on the condition that I also get something in my mouth to keep me quiet!” And so, with clothes hastily removed we couldn’t help kissing passionately, but then we started a lengthy experimental sixty-nine session to find which position would suit us the best. There was an awful lot of licking, sucking, slurping, gasping and giggling. To be honest, pretty much all of the positions worked well. Me being so small and light helped to get us nicely lined up. He gave me another two fantastic orgasms with his tongue and fingers. And I loved kissing and sucking his cock. It made me feel so horny, it was firm and hard and yet the skin was so soft and sensitive. I could happily have played with it for hours.
But tonight, I also wanted to have him thrusting hard into my pussy and feel his cum deep inside me. So, I paused and said, “Alex, I want you inside me now, please.” He surfaced from between my legs, licking his lips and nodded in agreement.
I lay on my back and then put my legs in the air so my feet were almost behind my head. I was almost folded in half and totally open to him. “Take me hard and come deep inside me, darling,” I whispered. He knelt between my open legs and his cock entered my already wet and slick and sensitive pussy. He groaned and I gasped. Then he shifted position so that he could hold my shoulders and my ankles, and look me in the eyes. I put my arms around him and he started thrusting firmly, and then harder and harder into me. He had carefully positioned his body so that my clit was getting rubbed on every stroke and I knew that I was going to come massively and very soon.
“Come for me baby,” I shouted. I was nearly gone when I felt him tense and shudder. “Yes, yes,” I screamed, and I felt him shooting his hot cum right at the top of my pussy. And then I was lost for a while in one of those amazingly intense, out of control orgasms.
After we recovered and cleaned up, we made drinks and cuddled, talking about the week’s diving until we gradually drifted off to sleep still snuggled together.
Chapter 4 – French Kiss
~ Sophie ~
In the morning we got up late, wandered off to breakfast and then down to the beach. We soaked up the sun, read and chatted in that quiet relaxed togetherness. Then it was time to finish packing.
First, we headed over to the dive centre to collect our gear and settle the bill. I had my diving log book stamped and then I got my battered credit card out and handed it to the girl behind the counter. Alex opened his mouth as if to speak, then changed his mind and wandered off to read the noticeboard. I knew what he was thinking. He had been about to offer to pay for my diving, but even before the trip I had been adamant that I would pay my way and not be a distant family freeloader. I had conceded when he insisted on paying my hotel bill on the grounds that he was going to stay there anyway, and that it was a bit of a price difference to the local backpack hostels that I could afford. But apart from that, I was going to pay my fair share.
I knew we were lovers now and that changed things a bit, but I wasn’t his trophy girl and he wasn’t my sugar daddy and that was never going to happen. I realised that other people would probably think exactly that but we would just have to deal with it. He had a decent job and he clearly wasn’t short of money, but I was damn sure he wasn’t a multi-millionaire.
So, when he came back to pay his own bill, I squeezed his arm and rested my head on his shoulder. He smiled back at me. I think we knew exactly what the other was thinking. The dive centre manager was a German guy in his thirties and he came over to say goodbye and hoped we would return again. “Oh yes, I hope we will,” I said, and Alex nodded and smiled.
We made love again in my bedroom, softly gently and tenderly this time. Then we showered together and finished off the packing. It was that horrible time on holiday when the reality that it’s over suddenly hits you.
We talked some more about what would happen when we got home. We both seemed to want to reassure the other that this was only just the beginning.
And then a man with a trolley collected our bags and we walked over to reception to check out and head for the airport. We didn’t have to wait for a coach because Alex had arranged private transfers with the hotel. So, we had a mini-van with aircon to take us down the coast to Sharm el Sheikh airport.
As we walked into reception, Yvette was sitting there with her bags, so we stopped to say hello. She explained she was also leaving today and was waiting for a taxi.
Alex said “If you are heading to the airport, we can take you. We have a car booked for about half an hour if that’s not too late.” She looked delighted and thanked us. Alex went to check out while Yvette cancelled her taxi booking, and we sat talking in the lounge by reception until it was time to go.
On the journey to the airport, Yvette was very chatty and bubbly. We talked mostly a
bout diving and Yvette talked about other places she had been diving. I already knew that she worked mostly in Paris but went home to the coast at weekends. When we were nearly there she said, “If you two are ever in Paris or Brittany let me know, we could meet up.” She wrote her email address on a scrap of paper and passed it to me.
In the terminal, we said our farewells. Yvette looked Alex in the eye and said, “Look after her.” Then she kissed him on the cheek and then very briefly on the lips. I hardly had time to decide if I was jealous or amused before she hugged me and whispered in my ear, “Take care Cherie, remember… live life to the full,” and then she kissed me on the lips too and lingered for one second. Then she said “Au Revoir,” and walked towards her check-in desk.
We both stared at each other and then grinned. I said, “I think she fancies you a little bit.”
And he said, “Maybe so, but I actually think she fancies you even more.” I felt myself turning red. That hadn’t occurred to me. I had never been with a girl and it wasn’t something I normally thought of. Yes, I had a few drunken kisses with other girls when I was a wild teenager but nothing more had ever happened. “Of course, we could both be wrong,” Alex said, “She may just be a very friendly and touchy-feely person.”
“I think I have enough relationship stuff to deal with right now,” I said. “I just met a rather nice man and I think he suits me quite nicely. Oh, I’ll let you know how that works out.” His smile then was worth a million. We hugged and kissed and then gathered our bags to check-in.
The flight back was on time and uneventful. Absolutely no chance of joining the mile-high club on a crowded, busy holiday flight with minimal leg room and a more or less permanent queue for the restrooms. But I did put it on my brand new mental list of ‘Things I want to do with Alex’. So, we just snuggled up together, watched the in-flight movie, and dozed in between. We arrived back at London Gatwick airport at around eleven thirty pm.
