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A Holiday Affair, Part Two

  • Posted on August 7, 2015 at 2:40 pm

By Androgyne

A couple walk a little stiffly down the stairs from the huge jetliner, and out onto the cracked concrete that reflects the blistering heat of a sun that burns in a cloudless blue sky. With flight bags slung over their shoulders, they head to collect their luggage. Two ladies, one fifty-something but very well preserved. Curvy, pale skinned and with short red hair, she’s expensively dressed, but rumpled and tired looking after the long haul flight.

Her companion is perhaps thirteen or fourteen, and as stunning a sight as you’ll see in a girl. Tall with a mane of chestnut hair, pulled back into a simple ponytail at present, she’s no less tired than the older woman. A dazzling white singlet, skin tight blue shorts, white knee socks and tennis shoes are her only garments. Her skin has a matte golden tan that seems to have an inner glow.

Awaiting their luggage adds to their tiredness and frustration, as case after case appears on the carousel but none of them theirs. As if by some strange coincidence, the last bags to arrive are theirs. The redhead’s patience has been severely tried, so she lets her money talk. Spotting two uniformed young men, she waves them over and rattles off a brief but incisive set of instructions in accented but clearly intelligible Spanish. She accompanies this with two sheaves of pesos for the two men, who depart with the cases.

“Next stop the V.I.P. lounge, honey. I’ve a pass for us and they know me well there. We’ll have a cool drink to unwind while those lads deliver our luggage to the driver of the limo I’ve got waiting. You call your mum at the hotel and tell her you’re being driven to the Cortez hotel in an air conditioned stretch with me, and she won’t be worrying.”

I slip my arm through the crook of her arm and we set off. Apparently a simple, friendly gesture. In fact it marks us as an item. We are both moving uneasily, not only because of the long flight but because of the heated sex we had in the plane’s toilet cubicle not long ago. We are both tender from each others wild lovemaking. Together we enter the enclave that only the wealthy and influential can access.

“I’m going to wash up, Lesley,” Michelle says. “I must reek after that flight.”

“Yeah, baby, I’ll get us a comfy seat and a couple of cold drinks. I suppose you’re too young to have alcohol.” I smile ironically as I say this.

“Oh, like you believe that, do you?”

My face softens into a possessive smile. “Do you know, honey, I think we’ll bend the rules this time. We’ll both have a chilled white wine with soda in a tall glass!”

After ordering our drinks, I settle onto a chesterfield that looks more comfortable than it really feels. Gazing around the cool and quiet room with its subdued lighting, my eyes come to rest on a gorgeous raven-haired woman and her young companion who had disembarked from the same flight as ours. I watch as the pert little minx heads off to the rest room in Michelle’s wake. At that point, the woman rises and crosses to sit opposite me.

“Hi! I saw you on the flight with your young friend. They call me Candy, and the kid with me is Kayla.” To me, the woman’s voice screams California.

“She’s really cute, her hat’s pure style.” I find it surprisingly easy to talk to this totally magnetically attractive stranger.

“Your little companion is lovely too!”

“She is, isn’t she? We only met on the plane, but we’ve become very good friends in such a short time.”

Candy’s wink is slow and gives her face an amazingly sensuous cast.

“Well, I noticed that. I never sleep well on planes, and I couldn’t help noticing just how friendly you’ve become.”

For a moment I flush scarlet, but Candy’s next words remove the sting. “Don’t worry, honey. If I hadn’t had Kayla with me, I might have been in there with you.”

Relaxing at those words, I sip my drink and lean back, running my gaze over Candy. Her cream coat is left undone over a low cut and dazzlingly white blouse, giving a hint of firm breasts that look larger than they are because of the woman’s narrow ribcage. Just right for her lean physique. Guessing, I assess her at early forties. Candy’s hair is worn long and loose, giving her a younger look, and she’s squeezed into tailored grey denims. The simple white shoes on her feet are plainly expensive.

The whole outfit says Armani, and the look flatters her. The American reminds me of a power-suited soap star character or a top TV anchorwoman. Though younger than me, she’s stunning for her age, and I can feel a tug of attraction for her.

“I’m sorry, Candy; where are my manners? I’m Lesley, and my friend’s Michelle. It seems we’re both staying at El Cortez. Where are you staying?”

“My lord, Lesley — we’re booked into the El Sol, right next door to your hotel. Do you think we could meet up for a drink and get to know each other better?”

I feel that would be a very good idea indeed.

*****

In the restroom, Michelle is drying her face and hands in front of a mirror. Meeting Lesley on the plane has been an incredible bonus and has the makings of a wild and totally hot sexual adventure to come.

A girl enters the washroom. Michelle catches her reflection in the mirror. She’s wearing a grey Burberry hat and a silk scarf knotted around her neck, along with a tie dyed t-shirt printed with the legend “Love your Mother”.

“Hi!”

Since Michelle is the only other person in there she feels she has to reply. “Hello!”

“Are you English?”

“Yes I am, and you’re American!”

“Are you in love with someone?”

“What?” Michelle feels as if she should laugh out loud at the question.

“You look like you’re in love… or maybe just had some fantastic sex.”

Michelle turns to look at the girl. She figures she’s a year or so younger than her, perhaps twelve. She’s wearing a pair of tight, black, skinny jeans that accentuate the curve of her cute little butt. She’s got the most captivating smile Michelle’s ever seen, and it’s impossible to be mad at her.

“You know what, kid? You’re right; I had unbelievable sex on the plane.”

Michelle asks hoping to put the younger kid off balance, but she’s unruffled. “My girlfriend Candy put a blanket over the two of us and we played with each other’s pussies most of the way from London. It’s cool that the cabin was nearly empty, ‘cos it was hard to keep quiet when we both came. My pussy’s so wrecked I need to put an ice cube in it to cool it down. By the way, I’m Kayla.”

“Michelle!”

Both girls grin at each other.

“How old is your girlfriend, Kayla?”

“She’s forty-two, her name’s Candy Prentice and we’ve been together for nearly two years. How old is your lady?”

“I don’t know, older than your lady for sure. But she’s got a fabulous body, and it really doesn’t matter how old she is as long as she keeps fucking me like she did.”

“That’s the truth, sweetie!”

There’s an electric feeling in the quiet room and the two nymphs are drawing closer to each other. Kissing each other seems a really cool idea. As their lips pucker, the door swings open and a portly Mexican woman pushes in a trolley bearing brushes, mops, and cleaning materials. As she stares short-sightedly at them, both girls pull back and dissolve into a fit of the giggles.

As the two laughing girls amble back to where the ladies are, Candy rises and stretches with a yawn.

“Don’t forget, Lesley — we’re only next door at the El Sol. It’s a corner suite, 1109. Ask reception for Ms Candy Prentice. Kayla and I are alone here, and new friends would be nice. Come on Kayla, Marcia will be waiting at the pick-up point to run us to the hotel, so let’s make tracks!”

As Candy leans forward to push out of her chair I get a brief glimpse of her plump breasts, cradled in the lace cups of her bra. My eyes are drawn to the tanned flesh. Candy holds out her hand, but instead of shaking it I raise it to my mouth and brush my lips across the back of the fine bones and sinews beneath the soft skin. Incredibly, the groomed American blushes furiously.

The girls are not so restrained, and kiss each other goodbye full on the mouth. A couple of the less exhausted travellers raise an eyebrow, as many others smile secretively.

Minutes later, after draining our drinks, I decide it’s time to make a move.

“Time we made an effort, honey. My limo’s waiting for us and the cases will be in the boot, let’s go.”

As they stroll out into the glare, Michelle glances at the line of expensive vehicles. There’s no doubt which is theirs — a pure white stretch limo, with a uniformed driver standing beside it holding a placard reading “Ms Craven”. When she studies the driver, Michelle gets really interested. Conchita Alvarez is quite a sight. She’s compact and curvy, her dark skin and short, silky black hair are typically Mexican. She wears a uniform vizored cap, chauffeur’s jacket, but instead of tight trousers she has a brief pleated skirt that reveals calf-hugging and highly polished boots.

As the pair close on the car Connie smiles, showing sparkling white teeth, then opens the door for them to enter.

“Welcome back Ms Craven. It’s wonderful to see you again!”

“Conchita, Connie, please — I’ve told you with me it’s Lesley, or Les. We’re old friends, aren’t we?”

Michelle is sharp and picks up on things at once; there’s history between these two for sure.

As we settle onto the soft leather of the seat, I breathe a sigh of relief. My driver has cranked up the air conditioning to high and the interior is blissfully cool. The lighting is low and intimate, because the windows are tinted glass.

Leaning forward, I tap the button that drops the glass partition between us and our driver. “The El Cortez, Connie. No rush, it’s just so good to sit here and feel cool!”

Another tap of the button and the glass slides smoothly back into place, sealing us off.

“God, Shell, I’d murder for a shower. I must stink something awful!”

She turns that beautiful face to me, wearing a wicked grin. “Yeah, well, we both smell like pussy, don’t we? What we got up to in that toilet wasn’t anything like enough.”

As she speaks, she scrunches up closer to me till her soft body rests against mine, and her hand drops to the hem of my pleated skirt. Lifting it, she exposes my shaven vulva and damp labia. “Wow, Lesley, no panties!”

“Well honey, they were real silk, but I don’t think I could have put them back on. Whoever cleans that stall is going to find them full of pussy juice and your teeth marks on them.”

She leans forward and sniffs at my crease. “I love the scent of pussy, Lesley. You can’t get any messier, so why don’t I get you really wet again?”

I’m getting crazier even by my standards, so I just slump back a little on the back rest while spreading my thighs. My young lover smiles, and the fingers of her hand smoothly part my labia and slide into the hot depths of my tingling cunt. Even as my lashes flicker down, I see her reach out and tap the button to open that sheet of glass that divides us from my chauffeur and last year’s lover, Conchita. Then her thrusting fingers make me forget about our audience.

Pushing my hips forward I moan as she fucks me firmly and steadily. Her free hand has popped the buttons on my blouse and tugged down my bra so her mouth can fasten on one strawberry sized nipple. She’s sucking hard and biting with enough force to leave bruises on my soft skin. As she Pumps me harder and faster now I lock my vaginal muscles on her fingers like a firm cock, riding them, and groaning as my climax approaches fast.

In the drivers seat Connie glances again in her mirror and watches her boss writhing as her sexy little chica fucks her furiously. The kid’s amazing and wants Connie to watch and hear the show that’s going on back there and since Connie spent a lot of Lesley’s last visit eating the redhead’s pussy and getting fucked out of her mind by the Englishwoman she decides one hand can handle the power steering while she puts the other to good use. Flipping up her short, pleated, skirt, she slips her fingers under the crotch of her panties and goes for the hard bud of her clit.

Oh shit! I can’t hang on any longer. Michelle’s hammering my sopping pussy hard now the twinges have turned to spasms of blazing heat and my cream is drooling onto the smooth leather beneath me. As her teeth bite down hard on my nipple I howl and squirt onto her fingers. Bucking and writhing like a maniac.

“Fuck ‘Shell! Oh fucking hell what a cum!”

I’m messier than ever, my vulva and thighs are painted with cum, but as her slick fingers enter my mouth; and I taste my own creamy fluid I feel the car shimmy and hear Connie gasp and see her tremble up front in the driver’s seat. The sexy little senorita has just had her own jollies! If I can get my breath back I’ll give ‘Shell what she deserves for another fabulous fuck.

“Christ honey you’re fantastic, now get those shorts off so I can fuck that cute little pussy of yours.”

At least my lover doesn’t attempt to look cool and calm or try to make me think she’s in no hurry. Tugging loose the drawstring she hooks her thumbs into the waistband of her shorts and slips them down her thighs then off. Lying back on the wide seat she lifts one smooth thigh and hooks her leg onto the backrest while the other foot rests on the thick carpet. She’s wide stretched and her tight pussy looks plump and glistens in the faint light. We’re getting closer to our destination so no time for a slow love making I’ll give it her hard and fast!

Sometimes a little warm saliva might just be needed to lube up a pussy but Michelle is a wet one! Using four fingers I rub them back and forth over her slick labia fast and firmly. Her body arches like a bow, her lips draw back showing her white teeth and that expensive brace, her head goes back tightening the column of her neck as she grunts each time my hand flashes over her sensitive flesh. Soon my hand’s making a sucking noise as her crease is flooded with her hot juice.

Her body arches even more, alarmingly so, her belly ripples as her orgasm builds then builds again but I rub harder still till she howls and a squirt of creamy cum splashes my hand. She’s away in a wonderland of pleasure, rolling on that seat now stained with both our cums. I’m wondering if she’ll be able to walk into the hotel she stays cumming and writhing so long. At last she grins at me like a Cheshire cat!

“Jesus, Les I just want to get you into a bed and fuck with you all night, you’re the hottest old lady anywhere aren’t you?”

I’m rummaging in my flight bag for tissues and my pack of moist clean up squares.

“Perhaps you’d better call me Auntie Les in front of other people and I sure hope I am the sexiest old lady on the planet but we better get cleaned up a little so we can check in, we’re almost there now.”

The Cortez

The porters carry our bags in and I turn to Conchita to issue my instructions for tomorrow.

“Before you say anything, yep she’s the hottest little piece of ass I’ve ever had, but I’m not forgetting you Connie. We’re going to eat each others pussies pretty damn soon. You can take the rest of the day off but be here for nine tomorrow morning. I’ve just got to have a shower and catch up with the jet lag.”

At reception I register along with Michelle but my plans for a shower and bed alone aren’t to be or not just yet anyway.

“Senorita Wilder your mother is waiting for you over in the Saguaro lounge, she told us to send you right over, she was worrying about you. The porters will take your bags up to your suite!”

Michelle grabs my hand and tugs me away as I tell the clerk to send my baggage up to the executive suite I’ve booked.

“Come on Les you’ve got to meet her, she’ll want to thank you for chaperoning me from the airport.”

Michelle shepherds me into the lounge and over to a blond woman sipping a sparkling drink. Seeing her up close I feel wrinkled and grubby but also excited and aroused. I can see now where Michelle gets her looks from. Her mother is an older and stunning version of her daughter. When she stands to greet us I see she’s tall, taller than me and I’m five six. The same chestnut hair but cut into a short close to the skull style that gives her face a faintly masculine caste though no-one could mistake that body for a man.

Long, smooth, legs and thighs, which show from her short pencil skirt of black silk. Beneath her crisply ironed blouse her breasts are magnificently full and only a deep line bra restrains their bounty. Holding out her hand she turns to me.

“You must be Lesley. Michelle told me how kind you were to her on the plane and then driving her here. Thank you so much for that, there was some sort of mix up over the cab I ordered to pick her up and I would have been out of my mind thinking she was on her own at an airport in a strange city.”

I resist the urge to kiss her hand like I did Candy’s and shake it instead. Her hand is cool and strong just like you’d expect a surgeon’s hand to be.

“It’s nothing Mrs Wilder; she’s a wonderful child and I was glad to help.”

“Please call me Laurie and it’s Ms, I divorced Greg years ago. He was a good husband but we should have realised two consulting surgeons would hardly ever see each other with our work schedules. Can I get you a drink?

She waves a waiter over and I’m soon served with iced lemonade as is Michelle who settles beside her mother.

“Michelle says you’re mixing business with pleasure Lesley, what sort of business?”

“Well Laurie a couple of years ago there was a building boom for holiday homes here in Baja California just in time for the recession to arrive so now is the perfect time for me to buy my own property here.”

“How wonderful for you! I’d love to be able to afford something here and I can’t even find the time to be with Michelle at this moment. I’m spending most of each day at my conference so Michelle will be hanging around the pool I suppose.”

She’s given me the perfect opening!

“Just a suggestion Laurie but I’ll be travelling around looking at properties and enjoying the resort so why not let Michelle accompany me?”

Her relief shows clearly but when I glance at Michelle she’s looking at the two of us with a distant, far away expression on her face.

“Would you like that darling? Will you be happy going around with Ms Craven?”

She seems to snap back to the here and now and grins widely.

“Of course I will mum! I’m already calling her Auntie Lesley!”

In the back of her mind Michelle’s thoughts have been locked on her voluptuous lover and her stunning mother. In her imagination she sees Lesley’s head buried between her mother’s thighs and hears her mother screaming as she climaxes. How can she engineer this? She’s planning already.

My mind’s wandered to the thought of whether Laurie gets her bedtime fun like her daughter when her words bring me back to earth.

“I really must get off to the conference centre darling so if you go anywhere with Lesley then you do as she tells you just as if I was with you. Goodbye for now Lesley and I can’t thank you enough for all you’ve done for my daughter.”

I watch her taut rear as she strides out of the bar and heads for the exit doors then turn to her child.

“Come on honey let’s get to our rooms and have those showers we’ve been talking about.”

In the lift I’m yawning and stretching when the bell “dings” and the doors slide open. Michelle grabs my hand and tugs me outside.

“Not my floor love where are you taking me?”

“My room Les I want to christen the bed. Come on let’s do it on a bed at last.”

“‘Shell your room connects with your mother’s, supposing she comes back and finds us fucking each other?”

Her eyes flicker round the deserted hotel corridor and settle on a door and a sign marked “Stairway” in both Spanish and English.

“Les you’ve got to stop worrying about the risks, sex is better when there’s a risk. Mum won’t see us out there. I’ve never been fucked on a flight of stairs.”

I must be loosing my mind but I let her pull me towards and through the door onto a landing, stairs climb up above us and descend to the depths below. ‘Shell sprawls on the floor tugging off her singlet and wriggling out of those stained shorts like a worm. I’m insane now I’m sure but I drop to my knees and grab her hips, turning her so her perfect rear faces me, I part her buttocks and leaning forward slide my tongue into the crack of her arse and draw my wet tongue and lips over her tightly puckered ring piece while my fingers seek her soft labia.

She’s making little grunting noises in the back of her throat as I push my tongue past her tight pink pucker then inside her colon and I can hear the sucking sound as I finger her pussy faster and harder. A floor below a door opens and I can hear the clatter of buckets and mops as a cleaning crew arrive. ‘Shell’s right, the risk of being found just makes me crazier and hornier. My cunt’s leaking juice and I go at my tween lover like a lunatic till she moans aloud, pushing her rear back at my face and hand. Voices from below tell me in Spanish that suite 1206 was a mess this morning but by now I’m so far gone all I can do is fuck my girl and play with my own pussy.

She cums again, hard as ever, soaking my face and fingers with her cream. I fire out a squirt of my own as I lap up her sweet cum and the noise of the domestics fades away as we savour another mad orgasm. I still have to peel her fingers away when she reaches for my throbbing crease as we rise and wander, a little unsteadily, back to the corridor. She to her room and me to the lift and my room. In my shower and later in my bed all my thoughts are on how wild and abandoned my young lover is and how far we can take this risky affair.

Morning and a day at the beach.

The ringing of my bedside phone drags me from the depths of sleep. Yawning I reach out and lift the receiver, it’s my young temptress calling.

“Les, good morning, what are we going to do today? Mum’s off soon to that bloody conference and all I could think about last night was sucking your clit again. I want you Les, tell me you want me!”

The trouble is she’s right, at her first words I’ve got wet and my clit’s hard, I’m like a randy teenager again not a fifty something successful business lady.

“Of course I want you baby but we can’t live in our bedrooms. I’ve got a house to view this afternoon but how about a morning on the beach and we’ll see what happens later on. God yes my love I want you like I haven’t wanted somebody for years. I’ll meet you in the foyer after breakfast, say nine, nine fifteen?”

After a light breakfast I select my outfit with care. The bikini’s emerald green with a deep line bra to hold my heavy breasts. Gazing at myself in the mirror I’m pleased with the reflection before me. Helen Mirren in that pink bikini got a lot of guys and plenty of gay gals realising that older women can look good and sexy and I feel I look pretty good and sexy myself. I top off with a wide brimmed sun hat and a long sleeved white robe to protect my pale skin from the sizzling Mexican heat.

In the foyer I nearly pass out when I see Michelle. To say she’s made an effort is a world class understatement. Her hair’s done up in a Grecian knot with a wreath of yellow flowers in it. Sandals on her slender feet and a tiny gold pair of satin briefs hug her rump. Above them she’s wearing a translucent shirt of gold mesh that reveals her small but perfect breasts to anyone who looks. My nipples go like rocks and I’m wet at once. I don’t care about risks; I cross to her and slip my arm around her waist while kissing her cheek. My young lover is ready and I want the world to see her.

Connie drives us the short run down to the parking area at the edge of the sand and I tell her to wait till we return. No hard task in that air conditioned monster vehicle.

The beach curves in a huge arc of pure white sand, a little way out crystal blue waves splash and crash against rocks and this early the dunes are sparsely populated with tourists. The heat comes back in a shimmer from the burning sand as we walk towards the waters edge. Further along I can see two girls playing amongst some huge rocks where the water breaks upon them. Then we reach a large sign planted in the sand.

“Playa Nudista. Desnudez Obligatoria!”

“Nudist Beach. Nudity Obligatory!”

By now ‘Shell has outdistanced me and is closer to the girls, watching them intently. As I approach to warn her we’re straying onto a private area she turns to me, a hot look in her eyes.

“Look at them auntie Les aren’t they gorgeous? I’ll bet we could seduce the two of them right here and now.”

She’s right they’re stunning, one perhaps thirteen, slender with small but perfect breasts tipped with dark nipples. Her vulva is touched with a wisp of silky reddish hair that fails to shield her plump labia. Her sister, it must be her sister, they share the same mahogany brown hair that is streaked with red; can be no more than ten or eleven. Flat chested as a boy but with long, pink, rubbery teats; that stand proud from her tanned skin. Her pussy is small and perfectly shaped, her legs and thighs are slim and graceful as she dances, splashing sea water on her sister who reclines against a massive boulder.

“It’ll be easy Lesley, let’s do it!”

It seems I’m up for anything she suggests so we amble closer to the girls as I call to them.

“Perdoneme las muchachas hacen usted dice el ingles?”

“Pardon me girls do you speak English?”

“Si senora!”

Then the older girl giggles.

“We’re American Ma’am not Mexican; we come down here every year with our folks to spend a couple of weeks on this beach.”

“I’m Lesley and this is my niece Michelle; are we trespassing here, is this private land?”

“No Ma’am everyone’s welcome here as long as they’re prepared to take off their clothes. I’m Coral Jacobs and this is my sister Sonia. If you want to sun bathe we’ve a big blanket here you can lay on.”

I catch that sexy sultry glance that ‘Shell aims at me so we head for the blanket spread partly in the shade of the giant boulder. Kneeling I shed that white coat and sun hat then hand Sonia my best inviting smile.

“Could you unhook me honey?”

Raising my arms I feel her small fingers grasp the hook of my bikini top and pop it loose. My heavy breasts drop slightly but not a huge droop or sag, my work in the gym has kept me in pretty good shape, I’m not ashamed to let these kids see me naked and once my briefs come off they do. All Michelle had to do was pull off that mesh shirt and wriggle out of her briefs to be as naked as the sisters; from the hotel she’s had a small bag hung over her shoulder and now she roots in it to produce two glass bottles.

“Auntie Les if you’re going to be in this sun you’d better use sun screen, Sonia why don’t you rub some on my aunt.”

I settle face down but watch my sexy “niece” turn her attention to Coral.

“Why don’t you let me try some of this on you Coral it’s real expensive and smells lovely. I know you’re used to this sun by the tan you and your sister have but I think you’ll enjoy it.”

Her last words are accompanied by a devilish little smile that I can’t believe Coral misses. As little sister spreads the smooth oil onto my back I watch ‘Shell begin to massage Coral’s golden brown skin. A short time passes, and, am I imagining it? Is Coral breathing a bit harder? Glancing across I see that she’s on her back as ‘Shell rubs the gleaming oil onto her pert breasts. Her eyes are slitted as she watches ‘Shell’s slender hands knead her flesh then she stiffens as her breasts are cupped and my young lover bends forward to press her lips to the American girl’s.

Sonia’s hands slow as she watches her sister kiss passionately with Michelle, and then turning my head a little I catch her expression, not fear or surprise but delight. Breaking briefly her embrace with my lover Sonia smiles at her little sister.

“It’s OK sis we can both have plenty of fun just like we do back at the camp ground.”

Then she’s locked in ‘Shell’s arms again so I reach out and pull the slight body of the girl close to me. She’d perhaps normally be a fraction young for my tastes but in this setting her slim exotic beauty inflames me and I cup her head then kiss her pink lips as lightly as a butterfly landing and with all the skill I possess. She surprises me with her precocious talent; her tongue enters my mouth and rouses me even as her hand caresses one swollen nipple. In the distance, far away, I can hear a dog barking and being called but if somebody was standing next to me nothing could distract me from her hot body on mine.

Taking her narrow hips in my hands I roll her onto her back, dropping my mouth to one of her erect, pink, nipples. Sucking on it I use one hand to stroke her flat belly while the other moves easily between her thighs, which she spreads wider, to open her neat labia a little to my fingers. She’s already wet as I probe the slick flesh bringing quivers of pleasure from her entire body. Freeing my mouth from her nipple I kiss a slow path down her chest, stopping only briefly to let my tongue tip flicker in and out of her jewel of a navel.

Licking the inner thighs and the creases where her thighs join the slight bulge of her pudenda makes her breathe faster then her body convulses as my mouth finds her small, wet, pussy; with my lips and tongue. I hear a moan, then a groan, and realising it’s not Sonia. I glance across at Coral and my lass. Coral’s underneath and ‘Shell on top as they are locked together in a 69 that leaves them oblivious to any thing else.

Then my mouth is back to working its magic on Sonia’s wet slit and I let my tongue search for then find the hard little bud of her immature clitoris. My lips hold her entire taut labia while I flick her tiny girl’s cock till she whimpers her pleasure, which changes to a shrill howl as she approaches a writhing orgasm. My mouth is flooded with her sweet juices as she bucks her slender hips up at my frantically working tongue that’s taking her over the top and into a fabulous climax.

It seems to take ages before her trembling body lies still under my hands while I lick her juices from my lips and mouth. Coral and ‘Shell have rolled apart to recover from their prolonged orgasms but my attention turns to my own excited body as I feel Sonia’s warm breath on my swollen and sensitive pussy lips. As her lips kiss my slick flesh I realise she’s no beginner with lesbian loving. Her tongue tip explores every crease and fold of my tingling labia leaving me cupping her head gently while shudders of pure sexual delight ripple through me. Through clenched teeth I grit out a command hoping she’ll obey.

“Fingers use your fingers in me!”

She reacts almost at once and my body spasms as what feels like her whole hand slides between my swollen and sopping labia as her mouth works me towards a wonderful climax. She’s lapping at me like a cat at a bowl of cream when she reaches my erect clitoris and everything blows off. Rocking and writhing on the blanket my hips shimmy and lift to her mouth and hand as my cum erupts with a spurt of juice leaving me almost senseless with ecstasy.

People are moving in the distance on the dunes but ‘Shell has changed my whole way of thinking, risk, voyeurism, I don’t care. I want more and wilder sex while I don’t care who watches. Rolling to one side with a seraphic smile on my face I look over at Coral and Michelle who sends me one word.

“Swap?”

Needing no urging I slap Sonia on her firm rump sending her over to my insatiable lover, though since meeting her I seem out of control myself. I pull Coral down next to me but we both hold back to watch what happens next. With Sonia sprawled on the sand ‘Shell kneels and lowers herself onto the tiny nymph’s mouth, she shivers with pleasure as hungry lips fastens on her taut pussy then reaches back with one hand to plunge her fingers into Sonia’s wet crease and begins to finger fuck her mercilessly. As the two girls loose themselves in each others bodies Coral impatiently tugs at me and I learn just what she wants now.

Flat on her back she spreads her slender thighs and gripping my hips she guides me onto her until I wriggle my still soaked pussy down onto hers. Her hands grip my rear hard enough to leave bruises; I thrust against her as she moves in rhythm with me. I’m on fire again, since meeting ‘Shell I never seem satisfied no matter how hard or often I orgasm, mounted upon Coral’s silky body I just hump her like a man fucking a woman until I let go a howl like a wolf followed by a violent cum and a huge squirt while she grinds against me, shuddering through her own orgasm.

I’m laying half on Coral and half on the blanket kissing her neck, lips, ears; and telling her; in whispers; she’s amazing; when ‘Shell with her amazing stamina brings me back to reality.

“I think we better get cleaned up auntie Les, we’ve got that house to view soon haven’t we? The girls need a wash too and the sea looks wonderful. Together a sated adult and three sexy tweens splash and dive in the warm crystal water till all signs of our passion are washed away. We make our farewells to our young lovers and head back with the stiffness that great sex leaves you with, to Connie and the limo, having promised to visit the sisters at their club house before we both leave for home. ‘Shell’s taken me to a new level of wild sexuality so I decide that we go another step along that road.

“‘Shell when we get back to the car I want you to get to know Conchita as well as I do. She’s really something and I think we should give her a really good time don’t you?”

Her wicked smile is all the answer I need to know that our holiday affair has only just begun its roller coaster ride.

A Holiday Affair, Part One

  • Posted on August 7, 2015 at 10:38 am

By Androgyne

{ This story was originally posted at Lesbian Lolita in July 2009 }

The first class cabin of the Airbus is three parts empty and almost silent, except for the muted rumble of the engines and the faint vibration that is ever present. As the jet liner cruises through the night, I’m staring at the small pool of light across from me and one row forward. While others sleep she’s awake, gazing out of the window at the star-spangled night. I’m awake too, watching one of the most stunning young girls I’ve ever seen anywhere. I’m squirming a little on my seat and feeling ominous warmth and wetness grow in my throbbing cleft.

I’m aroused by her beauty as I’ve seldom been aroused at first glance. She boarded with me at Heathrow, and when I saw her ahead of me I was riveted by her erect carriage and lithe movement. She can’t be more than thirteen or fourteen, though her body is not that of a gawky or gangly adolescent. Her breasts are small but perfectly formed under the thin singlet that shields them. I can see the sharp points of her nipples that seem to be permanently erect. Her legs are long and coltish and her rear is firm and boyishly taut.

Her hair is a glorious chestnut with red highlights that gleam in the faint glow of the small bulb that illuminates her. The gorgeous golden matte tan of her skin fascinates me, that of a pale-skinned redhead who never tans but only turns pink and burns in the sun. I haven’t got close enough to register the colour of her eyes, but I’m certain they’ll be as enchanting as the rest of her. Her outfit is that of a free spirit, someone who either doesn’t care what people think or conversely wants to be looked at by that same audience.

Apart from that thin singlet that flatters her firm young breasts, she’s wearing the briefest of cobalt blue shorts in some thin silky material. So tight are they that in the right light and from the right angle, the distinct outline of her vulva and the crease of her pussy can be perceived clearly. The white knee socks contrast perfectly with her tanned skin, as do the white sneakers laced onto her small feet. My interest is sparked partly by her beauty and partly by the feeling that I recognise her from somewhere, but that is surely impossible. Lowering my lashes but still focused on her profile, I let my mind drift and from my prodigious memory it gradually surfaces.

Of course! She’s the image of the amazing fourteen year old actress Katherine Heigl of fifteen years ago. Katherine is, of course, still a desirable woman, but my tastes tend to the young ones. They don’t have to be as lovely as this girl is; youth and freshness have their own attraction, but this child has everything. I burn to trail my fingers down the peach fuzzed skin of her arm. Is it worth the massive risk? Society believes that a child can’t consent to make love with an adult, but I don’t agree. Women like me can’t and don’t rape, and over the years my girls have never been harmed by having met me. They move on and away for various reasons, but never with rancour or resentment.

Mind made up, I rise quietly from my seat and pad across to her place. Not a passenger within eight or ten rows, and those that are nearest are slumped deeply asleep. As I lean over her, she turns to stare at me as I speak.

“Would you mind if I join you, my dear? You look lonely, a little bored, and not at all sleepy.”

Her smile to me is warm and welcoming.

“Of course, ma’am. I’ll be glad to have someone to talk to. I’m just not tired and I’m bored with this book.”

Slipping into the seat next to her, I point to my breast with a forefinger. “Lesley Craven. I’m flying out to combine a holiday with a little business; I’m planning on buying a holiday home.”

She smiles, showing brilliantly white teeth cradled by an unobtrusive and obviously expensive brace. As if reading my mind, she taps it with a finger.

“Mum says once she’s checked it, she’ll probably take it off at last. I’m flying out to meet Mum, she’s a maxillary specialist and surgeon. She’s attending a medical conference so I get to stay at a nice hotel, but I won’t see much of her.”

I can’t resist the temptation, so I casually rest my hand on the back of hers. Her skin is as smooth and satiny as I thought it would be and glowing with an inner warmth. She doesn’t pull away or show any sign of not enjoying my touch.

“Oh, I’m forgetting my manners, Ms Craven. I’m Michelle Wilder; it’s a pleasure to meet you.”

Beautifully spoken and well mannered, but beneath that is there a faint glint of deviltry in those jade green eyes that are as perfect as I knew they would be.

“Mum said she’d let me join her if I did well in my SATs, and I topped the whole bloody school!”

The mild curse is spoken with an impish grin, and I take the opportunity to move my fingers onto her arm, trailing them over the fine reddish hairs on her soft skin. Again she makes no move to shrug me off, and I’m beginning to think that I won’t have to take any risk or try very hard.

“What about you, Lesley? Won’t you tell me something about yourself?”

“There’s not much about me to interest a girl like you, Michelle. I’m a fifty-something business lady who’s made herself a big financial success. Now I’m looking to relax and enjoy a good time, have a real break, and enjoy what I’ve worked damned hard for.”

“What about family, Lesley? Do you have any children?”

I choose my words carefully and wait and hope I get the reaction I’m beginning to expect from her.

“Well, Shell — can I call you that? ‘Michelle’ is so formal.  I’m sure a girl as intelligent and aware as you are knows there are women who aren’t interested in men or having a family. I’m one of those ladies.”

A slight narrowing of the eyes, then that grin goes from impish to devilish… then, to what I read as erotic and inviting. She turns slightly in her seat and glances round the silent compartment. As she does so, one hard little breast presses against my larger and slightly softer one. The permanently erect nipple digs into my soft flesh and my own nipples spring erect at her touch.

“Oh, that’s good. You see, I really don’t have any interest in boys but I have to be careful not to tell most of my classmates that.”

Our faces are moving closer and closer together while her rosebud pink lips look moist and inviting. The risk is great but the temptation is irresistible. Before I can act, she leans closer and kisses me softly but firmly on my mouth. This is far more than I hoped for. I return her kiss, harder and with more passion, then cup a firm breast, feeling her hard nipple press against the palm of my hand. Then I jump slightly and gasp as her hand slides under the flared skirt I’m wearing and her fingers probe the crotch of my silk bikini briefs.

The material is wet and sticky with my free flowing juices and next my pussy cramps and twinges as her soft voice whispers in my ear.

“Take me to the toilet, Lesley.”

Her voice is thick with excitement as I scan the shadows to see if anyone is awake and watching. With a satisfied smile on my face, I purr into her mane of hair. “Have you ever heard of the mile high club, Shell? You’re about to join it!”

Taking her hand in mine, we sneak along to the anodised aluminium door of the vacant stall, step inside, and I snap the lock on. As I do, she hits me like a panther. Her arm locks around my neck, pulling me down so her mouth locks on mine and her hot tongue pushes into my mouth. Meanwhile her free hand is back under my skirt, hooking the waistband and tugging my dampened briefs down around my ankles. Her fingers fumble frantically at the buttons of my blouse, yanking it out of my skirt’s waist. When she claws at my bra and frees my heavy breasts, I start to lose it completely.

She’s locked her legs around my waist and her arms around my neck, her mouth is clamped on a swollen nipple, sucking and nipping at it as I walk her backward across the small cubicle and plonk her down on the toilet seat, pushing her back and loosing the drawstring of those skin-tight shorts. As I do, she jerks off her singlet, exposing small but perfect breasts. I drag those shorts down around her ankles and she kicks them off. As I kneel before her, my gaze is locked on her smooth, perfect labia.

Clutching my head, she draws it down to her damp crease, and as my mouth clamps on her slick flesh she groans deeply. Oh god, I don’t need a passing cabin staff member to hear this. Snatching up my wet panties, I thrust them at the frantic girl. She gets the idea instantly and sets her teeth into them as I return to lapping at her sweet flesh.

My tongue moves deeper inside her as I peel back her tight labia with my thumbs. Amazingly, I can feel the muscles of her vagina trying to clamp on my tongue. My head’s bobbing back and forth as I stab my stiffened tongue deep into her hot, wet pinkness. She’s grunting past the silk gag in her mouth, leaning back while crushing my face down to her groin. With her slender thighs spread wide I risk scaring her, but I’m out of control myself.

I ease a finger into the crack of her arse and then thrust it into her tight pucker. That does it! Michelle climaxes like a wildcat, clawing at my back as her hips jerk and thick juice floods my mouth.

I refuse to ease off, working her as fast and as hard as I can. Finally my Shell slumps back bonelessly, gasping for breath, her superb breasts streaked with sweat and her thighs soaked with the evidence of how hard she’s cum.

Spitting out my gnawed lingerie, she fixes me with a volcanic gaze. “Get up here, Lesley. Your turn now. I want to give you what you’ve just given me.”

Disheveled and panting with passion, I settle on the plastic seat, now slick with Michelle’s cream, and spread my thighs. She’s on me as fast and as hard as I want her to be. Her busy mouth plasters itself onto my burning pussy.

She’s not new to lady loving, neither is she an expert — but she makes up with desire and energy what she lacks in technique. As her lips and tongue explores every inch of the centre of my womanhood, I grab my throbbing breasts and brutally twist them, then my young lover jams three fingers into my wide spread slit and fingers me hard, then harder.

My teeth gritted, my neck thrown back, desperately trying not to scream, she takes me wildly over the edge. As I orgasm, I squirt so hard it sprays her face and the floor.

I’m wrecked! It’s years since I’ve had sex as rough as this, but it’s been fantastic. I drag the triumphant girl onto my lap and rain kisses on her face and neck. Our hands touch and tease each other, as we come down from a sexual high like you wouldn’t believe.

We do the best we can to clean ourselves up and remove the signs of our mad passion from the cubicle, but as we sneak back to our seats the musky aroma of hot pussy hangs in the air. We don’t separate; I settle beside her and spread a blanket over the two of us. She settles herself against my side, her face pillowed against my breast, and drifts off into the sleep of a sexually sated girl in moments. I sit beside her, considering if I can possibly find a way of staying near her when we land, but then I slide away into the dark, totally exhausted.

I awake to find the glorious girl still sleeping beside me, bright daylight streaming through the windows.

Then a voice comes over the tannoy. “We are coming in to land, ladies and gentlemen, so please fasten your seat belts.”

The young Venus besides me stirs, and I know I must find a way to be with her. I’m fascinated and obsessed by the thought of her wonderful body, how it responded, and how Michelle made me feel like a young an excited girl again. I will have her, one way or another!

Continue on to Part Two