"Then it would not be a vacation, though, right?" Sofia smiled, and moved to between Leo's legs, resting her arms along his thighs now.
"I guess not," he said.
Looking down at her, he felt a deep yearning need for her that definitely went beyond the physical attraction. Just having her around seemed to fill him with brightness, and spending time with her was the ultimate relaxation, even when they kept their hands to themselves.
He'd never felt this way about anyone except Caitlyn before, but it was wrong, wasn't it? He loved Caitlyn, he was marrying Caitlyn. Nothing had changed with his fiancée - or at least, if it had, this vacation had only strengthened what he felt for his soon-to-be wife.
"I'm going to miss you, Leo," Sofia said now, her hands gently stroking his thighs. "And Caitlyn, too."
"We're really going to miss you, too, Sofia," he said.
It felt funny to leave Marco out of the sentence, but the simple fact was the bond they had developed with Sofia was not the same with the Spaniard. Perhaps his outburst at his girlfriend for fooling around with Caitlyn had damaged the connection, but perhaps it was only ever the French girl who would attract such strong feelings from them.
Sofia smiled and nodded a touch mournfully. "I would love to see you again some time, if it's possible when you're married."
Leo stroked her face, running his hand gently over her cheek and then her hair, which was already drying with the heat of the sun, despite the early hour.
"I would love that. I know Caitlyn would, too."
He leaned down to kiss her again, but it was definitely bittersweet now. Would they see her again? Would they feel different about taking this kind of no-holds-barred vacation again once they were married?
Without even really thinking, he blurted out: "Will you come to the wedding?"
He hadn't even talked it over with Caitlyn, and after he'd said it, he wondered if he'd get in trouble with her for making the offer undiscussed. Perhaps when they got back to America, she would just want to forget about it all. Perhaps having Sofia turn up at their wedding would remind her of these strong feelings she was having on the vacation, and spoil the wedding.
Perhaps she'd look at Sofia and then flee the wedding, leave him at the altar.
"I mean, I know it's a long way to go..."
"I'd love to," Sofia beamed. "You think it would be all right with Caitlyn? You must have the guest list already worked out..."
"I think she'd love to have you there. And Marco, of course."
There was a pause between them, and Sofia's hesitation spoke volumes to Leo about whether, under the carefree tone they had projected these last few days, there were unresolved tensions remaining between her and her boyfriend.
"It would be fun," the French girl said at last. "A trip to America - yes, I think I would like that very much. And I think I would love to see you both very much as well, especially on your happy day."
The sudden frequency of the L-word made Leo feel flushed in the cheeks. Was there something to it?
Sofia pulled herself out of the pool, now, desperate for a drink after her workout, though she politely declined Leo's offer of his little glass of juice, which was not quite up to the task. A tall glass of ice water was what she craved, which she had to venture into the kitchen to fix, taking some huge gulps before topping up the glass once and wandering back out to the poolside and Leo.
"Are you looking forward to it?" she asked, sitting down next to him on the tiles.
"The wedding? Absolutely. I just hope Caitlyn is as well."
"Why do you say that?"
Leo sighed. "I know she loves me, of course," he said. "But I get the feeling what she's found being with you... she might feel she's closing part of herself off by marrying me."
"I don't believe that's true," Sofia said. "I mean, neither of you have to feel you're closing anything off by getting married - right?"
"I hope she sees it that way," Leo nodded. He said: "I know I wouldn't want to restrict Caitlyn in any way. Seeing her with other people has actually been pretty hot, you know?"
"It's different, isn't it?" Sofia laughed.
"And if she wanted to be with someone like you, who makes her so happy, I'd want that as well. Just so long as she still wants me, you know?"
"Of course she will. I'm sure she'll see it that way as well, Leo. You guys both like having fun - but you're each other's best friend, and that's not going to change."
"No, I guess not. I only wish you could stay with us after the wedding, though," he said.
*
"You want to go inside?" she said, "into the living room at least?"
He shook his head, but picked himself up to stand and approach her. "There's no one around - we've not seen any neighbors all vacation. And it's early."
She smiled, lust burning in her eyes, and put her hand flat on his chest before touching her lips to his, her tongue slipping out to taste his juice-tinged mouth, as Leo's hands now glided over her swimsuit, which was pretty much dry by now, other than between her thighs, where Leo had no intention of allowing her to dry out.
There was something extra sexy about holding Sofia and kissing her in her swimsuit, pecking his way down her neck before nuzzling into her breasts through the thin synthetic material. He thought maybe it was the fact that it was a one-piece swimsuit, which seemed somehow formal and professional-looking compared to a bikini, and made him feel he was somehow corrupting this blonde swimmer, who had come to the pool just to swim.
The clean scent of chlorine on her skin just seemed to emphasize the notion that he was sullying someone pure.
Sofia had no objections to his touching her, of course, or to his kissing her through and around her swimsuit. Sweeping his hands over her body to explore the texture of her flesh as squeezed within the swimsuit made her moan softly.
He dropped to his knees and was kissing around her inner thighs, and then up around her mound before grazing over the moist fabric covering her pussy.
"Oh God..." she moaned as he pushed into her smoldering groove, through her swimsuit, his tongue pressing against the material and attempting to penetrate her, as he tasted the sharp tang from the pool water and perhaps the beginnings of her own personal wetness.
She parted her legs a little more to allow better access, but now he smiled up at her, and kissed his way around her thighs to attack her from behind, bidding her to bend at the hips to reveal her pussy again.
Sofia laughed, and offered him a pose, stretching her legs wide out to the side and bowing to lay her hands flat on the floor, appearing like a gymnast or ballerina before him.
It felt so filthy to now caress the backs of her thighs and her buttocks with his cheeks, and then bury his face in her pussy again, this time nudging the thin band of lycra and polyester to the side to reveal her glistening pink folds underneath.
Delighting in the sizzling heat and musky flavor of her soaking pussy, he teased out adorable moans from the pretty blonde, and it soon became too much for Sofia to cope with in that position.
"Come over here," she said, straightening up and turning to hold out her hands for his. "I am going to collapse like that."
"It is a little precarious," Leo agreed.
"It has been a while since my last ballet class," she giggled, and now led him over to the chairs, where she allowed him to position her as he wanted.
Leo had the blonde goddess sit at the end of the couch, parting her legs so that he could slip the moist material of her swimsuit aside and resume kissing and licking around her pretty pussy, satisfying the strong craving he had for her nectar.
"Oh Leo, I am going to miss this," she breathed as she ran her fingers through his hair. "You are so good, so gentle."
"Maybe we could sneak you back in our luggage," Leo grinned, and made the French girl laugh.
"I'm not sure it would work," she said. "You can't get a bottle of Coca-Cola through the airport security these days."
"I suppose not. But perha
ps if you were naked, the customs officers would see that you're not a threat."
"That would be fun for them," Sofia giggled. "I'm not sure they'd let me on board, though!"
"Come for me," Leo said now, "I want to see you come again."
Her smile faded as he now focused more purposefully on her pussy, slipping a couple of fingers inside her as his tongue and lips concentrated on flicking over her clit, and Sofia was soon gasping almost uncontrollably, her body heaving as she fought for breath.
Leo opened his mouth wide to completely engulf her clit and the flesh around it, and her moans became little yelps as he began to suck with ever-increasing intensity, coaxing her along with his lips and tongue.
She shook like a leaf in a tornado as the climax exploded through her petite frame, and to Leo's delight and amusement, there was the little spurt of her juices to fully announce her orgasm - something he'd never encountered with another girl before, but which seemed to underline the fact that there was something quite unique about this beautiful blonde, almost magical.
"Are you making fun of me?"
Breathless, she looked down to find Leo grinning like a madman as he cleaned her up with his tongue.
"Of course not!" he declared.
"I have never done this before as much as I have on this vacation," she said. "You know, it was a rare thing before you and Caitlyn came along. Now, it happens every day."
"Well I love it," Leo said, and then had to catch himself before he uttered the L-word about Sofia herself.
Goodness, what was that about?
"I have something else you might love," Sofia said, and now turned over to present her rear to him, kneeling on the chair and even pulling her swimsuit aside to offer herself to him.
"I'd better go get some protection," he said.
Sofia shook her head. "Just fuck me, Leo."
He did as she asked, slipping into her irresistible tightness, her abundant juices easing his passage into her warm depths. The beautiful blonde gripped tightly onto the back of the chair as he began to thrust into her, his hands holding her firm either side of her waist as he steadily upped the power of his penetration.
Her swimsuit slipped back in almost an attempt to block him, but there was no stopping his pounding into her, her body shaking and pulsating with the waves of energy flowing through her.
Those yelps came again, and he suspected she may even have been enjoying another orgasm, some kind of aftershock following her forceful quake, but then Leo himself found himself losing control.
He had barely enough time to pull his hard cock from the glorious confines of her pussy before his thick white come was pumping out from his shaft, spurting over her back onto her swimsuit, and in creamy splashes over her buttocks as he directed his throbbing cock over her.
As the tsunami finally subsided, he massaged his cock into the wonderfully soft flesh of her behind, made slick by his own emissions.
"I wouldn't have minded, you know," Sofia said. "If you'd come inside me. I think we all trust that we're all clean."
Leo shrugged. "I think it's the potential for pregnancy that would complicated matters," he said.
"Perhaps it would be for the best if you did get her pregnant."
Chapter Seven
Leo and Sofia turned to see Caitlyn stepping out from the door to the villa now, wearing her tiny bikini and carrying a cup of coffee. For a brief moment, Leo wondered how long she'd been watching them. Then his brain reviewed what she'd just said, and descended into confusion.
Taking a seat on the chair next to them as Leo withdrew from Sofia, Caitlyn said: "She could have your child, sweetie, and then as its mother could come to the States to be with us."
Leo perched next to his fiancée and kissed her. "They call that an anchor baby," he said. "It's probably not a good idea to bring another life into this world just to overcome the immigration system, is it?"
Caitlyn shrugged with more than a touch of sadness, and said: "It's a ridiculous system anyway. People shouldn't be able to keep others out of a place like America."
"That's the society we live in unfortunately."
"I mean, our ancestors stole the land in the first place, right? What right do they have keeping other people out now?"
Sofia took a step over to plant a kiss on Caitlyn's mouth, and said: "I am not in a very good state to sit with you," giving a little twirl to show Leo's affect on her back and behind.
"You can sit on me if you like," the bronze-haired girl grinned.
"Maybe later," Sofia kissed her again, and veered away to dive gracefully into the pool again.
With that, Leo looked at Caitlyn for a heartbeat or two, before the two of them cracked into broad smiles, launching up and forward to tear headlong into the pool themselves.
*
Under the blazing hot Mediterranean sun it was refreshing to splash about in the cool water all morning, but there was definitely an unspoken melancholy since all of this was now coming to an end.
Along with that underlying bleakness, which they all tried to ignore, Leo had also noticed a tension developing between Sofia and Caitlyn over the past few days.
While the three of them chatted and swam and knocked a beach ball between themselves, Leo could detect it now, the feeling that ever since Marco had made peace with Sofia, the blonde was being purposefully cautious when it came to Caitlyn.
Had the European couple made some kind of a deal? Warning Sofia off from Caitlyn, to ease their own relationship? If so, Leo thought Caitlyn was not entirely happy about it, although she was polite enough to keep her feelings to herself.
Finally, Marco at last emerged from his slumber. By the time he emerged from the bedroom, Sofia and Caitlyn were busily rustling up a fine brunch in the kitchen. Leo took advantage of Marco's awakening to head back into the bedroom where he could get much of the packing done. He wasn't particularly hungry, anyhow. A little nervous, the tension in his stomach did not help his appetite.
Packing almost finished, he headed outside to the sound of laughter, which lightened his mood a little.
Out by the pool, Marco was seated in one of the chairs with Caitlyn standing between his parted knees, apparently giving him a lap dance. The Spaniard appeared to be teaching her how, with plenty of touching to guide her.
Sofia just sat by herself on the other couch, laughing at the display.
"Leo - you are just in time for dessert, huh?" the other man said, grinning as Leo went to sit over by Sofia.
"Looks like," he replied, as Sofia turned and now picked herself up before straddling his lap, her eyes full of lust.
Caitlyn's lapdance ended with her sitting back in Marco's lap, the man's hands trailing all over her body as he pulled her to him and kissed her cheek.
Leo glanced over and saw that sexy red flush spreading over his fiancée's face. She was enjoying herself - whether or not she was still smarting over being kept away from Sofia, she looked as though she was determined to have fun anyway.
"You got your packing done?" Sofia asked as she pressed herself down on Leo's hardness, which his trunks did little to hide. She was still wearing her bathing suit, though now smelled of sun cream.
"Mostly," he said, but was cut off by a sweet kiss, pulling his attention back to the blonde, despite the fact that his thoughts were straying to what was going to happen when they got back to the States.
"So we have plenty of time for some fun before we have to leave?" Sofia smiled brightly, and Leo wondered if Fate was going to grant them only this last few hours together.
Sofia giggled, and seemed to try to distract him from the heavy questions on his mind by thrusting her chest in his face. Her nipples were pushing through the fabric of her swimsuit like little pebbles.
He laughed, but now heard Caitlyn beginning to moan quietly, and looked over to see her lying back on Marco's lap and part of his chest, her legs straight up in the air, with Marco reaching around a thigh to bury a finger inside her, her bikini pulled casua
lly to the side.
The Spaniard did not waste time, that was for sure - but Caitlyn seemed to be basking in it with all her purring and groaning, kissing Marco as though he were her Prince Charming.
Sofia now dismounted, moving to a place on the couch by Leo's side, where she could pull down his trunks to free up his hard cock.
"You like watching her with someone else now, don't you?" Sofia said as her fingers closed around his shaft. "I think at first, it was a little difficult for you, but now you seem more comfortable with it."
Leo let out his own groan as she started to pump his shaft, squeezing him in her fingers. "It's still strange," he said in reply. "I mean, it was hot from the start to see her having sex from a whole new angle, but now I'm a little more settled about it."
"You don't feel so threatened?"
"I suppose not. Funny to think how I told myself I wasn't going to be jealous ever, but the feelings are still there a little, deep down. I just know not to take notice of them."
Marco was really fucking Caitlyn with those fingers, her moans turning to cries. She glanced across at Leo, giving him another of her isn't-this-totally-crazy expressions as the Spaniard slipped two more fingers inside her to intensify his assault on her dripping pussy.
Leo smiled in return as his pretty blonde companion now swept her hair over to one side, out of the way of her face so she could take his swollen manhood inside her hot mouth.
"Oh God..." he groaned now, caressing Sofia's shoulders and back as his hardness was enveloped in her exquisite heat.
He found he could reach under her, his hand brushing over the material of her swimsuit, and find the sweet little mound between her legs, and even slip a finger underneath the narrow band of fabric to find the soft wetness beneath.
But now both he and Sofia were surprised as Marco lifted Caitlyn - the man was not the biggest guy in the world, but he was clearly strong - and laid her on the couch next to Leo, still on her back, where he could begin licking her pussy.
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