She teased him about his obvious arousal, and he threatened to take her right there.
“What’s stopping you?” she challenged.
“Sand, salt, and sun,” he replied reasonably. “I understand all are irritants that would inhibit our future enjoyment.”
“I could suck you off,” she suggested.
“You could,” he replied, slightly shocked at her open sexuality. “But, how could I repay you for your services?”
“I’ll think of a way,” she said, dropping quickly to her knees in the sand, grabbing his meat and stuffing it into her mouth like a great, tasty, marvelous sausage.
“We’ve fucked twice today already,” he warned her. “It may take some time.”
She nodded her head, not releasing him, and continued to plunge her lips and tongue along his flesh. It didn’t take as long as he expected. When she grasped his balls in her hand and tenderly squeezed them, he lost his control.
“Oh, shit, Cheryl,” he warned. “I’m coming!”
She hummed warmly, and placed her lips around the crown. Her hand pumped him until the burning sensation swept through him and he pumped his first load into her waiting mouth. She released her lips and backed slightly away so he could see his cream spurt into open mouth. She then pulled him away from her mouth and let the remainder of his load splatter on her face and breasts. She looked up at him with a wicked grin.
“I had to have a taste,” she said, her eyes sparkling, “But I wanted to see what it felt like to be squirted on.”
“And so?” he asked, still slightly breathless.
“Naughty, nasty. A total slut. Am I your slut?”
He shook his head and smiled. “I think you’re my sexual fanatic,” he laughed. “I love that you’ll try just about anything.”
“Do I look hot with your come on my face and breasts?”
He shrugged. “Take it or leave it,” he replied. “I’m much more into watching your face when you come than seeing my spunk on your body.”
She stood up and pulled him toward the water.
“Let’s wash off, then,” she said, flipping herself backwards into the water. He could see her breasts protruding from the surface and found himself fascinated at the way the water lapped over her belly and surrounded her sex.
She struggled to stand and Drew saw her dark hair shimmer as she stood in the knee-deep swell. She waded toward him and put a hand on his chest, pushing him back toward the beach.
“My turn,” she said with a grin. “Here, on the hard sand. Lay on your back.”
He complied, sitting first, then laying back. Her beauty as she towered, naked, over him caught his breath in his throat.
“What’s your plan, gorgeous?” he asked with a grin.
She straddled him and dropped to her knees. “I think you should lick the salt water out of my pussy,” she said, creeping up his body.
“Here?” he asked. “Now? Somebody could come down the beach and see us.”
“Silly man,” she said, reproving him. “I’ve already been seen having sex with you. I liked it. I hope somebody does come by and watches you eating my pussy.”
She positioned herself on her knees above his face. Droplets of seawater dripped from her and he opened his mouth to catch them.
“I would love to lick this delicate flower,” he murmured, “And make you scream when you come.”
He extended his tongue, took the flesh of her backside into his hands and pulled her to his mouth. His tongue probed, licked, and tested the moist opening, feeling her hike her hips in search of additional sensation. In just a few moments he heard her breathing increase and her groans transform into words.
“Oh, fuck! Yes! Eat my pussy, darling. Fuck me with your tongue. I want to come!”
Nobody caught them, but her cries of ecstasy echoed up and down the beachfront as she climaxed not once, but twice, as Drew brought her through one, and another orgasm with his lips and tongue.
After the second time, Cheryl hastily backed away from his mouth. She leaned forward and kissed him on the lips, tasting herself and the saltwater on his face. “I really would like to fuck you here,” she murmured.
“In the room,” he suggested. “On the balcony, if you want. But let’s not chance the irritation of the salt and sand.”
She stood shakily and grabbed their bag. “Come on, then,” she ordered, turning toward the resort location. “I’ll have you on the balcony after a quick shower.”
“Aren’t you going to dress?” he asked.
“We’ll hurry,” she said. “If anybody sees, it won’t really matter.”
They rushed back to their room, avoiding the main common areas. They swiped their key card and dashed into the room and toward the shower.
“You first,” Cheryl ordered. “I’ll lay a towel on one of the loungers on the balcony.”
Drew rinsed off quickly and was joined by Cheryl under the spray.
“That was quick,” he noted.
“Just a towel,” she said, dragging her fingers through her long, dark, wet hair. “Hurry up.”
Drew stepped out of the shower stall and grabbed a towel to casually brush away the water droplets on his skin. Cheryl followed him, shutting off the spray, then grabbing the towel away from him. She wrapped it around her head in a turban style. Drew walked through the room to the balcony where he found a lounge chair with a towel draped across it. He laid on it, his semi-erect cock lying across his thigh.
“Oh, dear,” Cheryl commented, nodding at his flaccid state. “You’ll do anything to have me suck you.”
“I was plenty hard on the beach,” he noted. “But in the time it took us to get back here, I guess…”
Cheryl looked at the nearly inert member for a second. Suddenly her eyes brightened.
“You like being watched. Go ahead. Stroke it for me and I’ll watch.”
“You want me to do that?”
She nodded and sat in a chair close to him. “I’ll watch closely,” she promised. “And when you’ve got it hard, I’ll give it a little kiss before I fuck you.”
Drew picked up the rubbery shaft and began to massage it. “It shouldn’t take long,” he said. “I’ll just remember our lovely walk on the beach.”
“Hmmm,” Cheryl grinned. “And the way that girl looked at your last night.”
“Did she?” he asked. “I didn’t notice.”
“You didn’t see her lick her lips? I think she wanted to suck you.”
Drew stroked the burgeoning rod. “It’s getting there.”
“That’s fascinating,” Cheryl observed. “Look how it swells up and stiffens.”
“Um-hmm,” Drew replied. “Thinking about your wonderful work on the beach.”
“Oh, all right,” she said, anxiously, dropping to a knee beside him. She brushed his hand aside and took hold of his member. She licked around the crown and slipped him between her lips.
“You do that so well,” Drew groaned.
“That’s enough,” Cheryl said, releasing him. “And I love the taste and feel of you. But right now I want you inside me.”
She rose over him, stepped across the lounger and lowered herself until his cock was just brushing her labia. She eased down, repositioned him, and sank on him, absorbing him into her welcoming love canal. As she grabbed the top of the lounger over his head she began to set up an easy tempo, rising and falling, her breasts rubbing across his face. He attempted to grab a nipple with his lips.
“Un-uh,” she admonished. “Just this. I just want to feel this single connection between us. Just your cock inside me.”
“You know,” he cautioned, “This makes four times today. It may take a while.”
“Four?” she puffed, continuing her rise and fall actions.
“Hmm,” he hummed affirmatively. “Twice before breakfast. Once on the beach. This is four.”
“Are you getting bored fucking me?”
“Definitely not bored. Each time with you we do something different.”
“I never fucked you like this before?”
“Not like this exactly, on the balcony, in full view of anybody, you on top with only the single contact, with your hair wrapped in a towel and your breasts tantalizingly close but forbidden.”
“You like the way this feels?”
“The way it feels, the way it looks, everything.”
“I liked the way it looked, too, when you stroked it. Sometime you’re going to have to let me watch you do that until you come. I want to see what it looks like when your come shoots out.”
“Geez, Cheryl,” he groaned. “You’re killing me.”
“Why?”
“Because, when you talk about our sex like that, it just drives me crazy!”
“You don’t want it?”
“No! Just the opposite. I love it! You’re the sexiest…Oh! Fuck! Cheryl, stop!”
“What?”
“I’m going to come!”
“You come, then,” she ordered. “Do it. Think about me fucking you, watching you, sucking you. I don’t care. I want you to come!”
“But, you!” he gasped.
“I come all the time with you. Come for me!”
He had no idea what was left, but he felt the contractions and the familiar burn. He groaned and hitched his hips upward. Cheryl leaned forward and pressed her lips to his and plunged her tongue into his mouth. He sucked it as he unloaded the remnants into her depths.
She pulled her mouth off his and looked into his eyes. Her face gleamed. She grasped his face between her hands.
“Thank you,” she whispered.
He shook his head. “But you didn’t come.”
“I didn’t need to. I needed to feel you come inside me.”
She stood up, took the towel from her head and dabbed at her crotch. She leaned down and captured the head of his cock between her lips. He felt her tongue swab around the fleshy head.
“We are good together,” she said, standing upright. “I never did that before either.”
“I know,” he replied.
“You make me do things I never did before.”
“I think you know that I won’t judge you. You’re free to do anything you want and I’ll still love you.”
“You’ve turned me into a slut, Drew. Thank you for that.”
He grinned. “I believe you’ve changed your definition of that term.”
She nodded. “I have. I’m a slut. That’s a woman who does whatever she wants, sexually, and doesn’t care what anybody else thinks.”
“There’s probably another term for that,” he offered.
“Slut works for me,” she said, walking into the room and laying in the bed. “I think it’s time we had a nap.”
“A nap sounds good to me,” he agreed, struggling of the lounger and joining her on the bed.
She stretched an arm across his abdomen and laid her head on his shoulder. “You don’t think I’m bad because I’ve become a slut, do you?”
“No, my darling,” he said softly. “I think it’s wonderful.”
When the phone rang at three it jolted them out of their sleep.
“Hey!” Drew said into the mouthpiece. Cheryl couldn’t hear the other end of the conversation.
“Hi, there,” Drew said. “Of course we remember.”
Cheryl presumed it was Micah and his girlfriend, or wife, whatever she was.
“Sure!” Drew grinned. “We’d be honored.”
“That sounds like a plan. Can we bring anything?”
“At seven? That early?”
“No, that’s fine. You’re right. Seven in the dining room.”
“Yeah, sure,” he continued. “If you’re more comfortable there, that’s fine.”
Cheryl’s curiosity was piqued.
“Okay. See you at seven. Looking forward to it. Bye.”
He looked at Cheryl. “Had enough sex for today?” he asked.
“Who was it?”
“Micah and his wife, whose name is Melissa, by the way.”
“They want us to watch.”
“They want the four of us to have dinner at seven and then go back to their room. And, yes, they want us to watch. As Micah explains it, Melissa is very excited by the idea.”
“You told them we’d go.”
“I did,” Drew replied. “Is that all right?”
“Does he want to fuck me?”
“Nothing like that was mentioned,” Drew told her.
“And does Melissa want to you to fuck her?”
“He didn’t say anything about that, either.”
“Would you?”
“Mention it to them? You want to swap out?”
“Not mention it. Do it.”
“I told you. I will follow your lead. You’re the one who suggested we could watch them, remember?”
“Watch them,” Cheryl said. “Not fuck them.”
Drew grinned wickedly at her. “It would be something different.”
“I’m not sure I’m into anything that different.”
“Fine,” he replied, seriously now. “Honestly, Cheryl, I don’t care one way or the other. If you want to, we will. If not, then fine. We have each other.”
“So, it’s my decision?”
“Honey, you’ve been in charge since we landed here. Haven’t you noticed?”
Micah had suggested dinner at seven so they would finish early and have plenty of time afterwards for their other activities. They met just outside the dining room. Micah and Drew shook hands. Drew turned to Melissa.
“May I?” he asked Micah.
“Sure,” Micah replied.
“Cheryl?” Drew asked.
She shrugged. Drew took Melissa’s hand in his and held it. He leaned in and kissed her on the cheek. “You look stunning,” he said.
“Thank you,” the younger woman beamed.
“May I?” Micah asked Drew.
“Of course,” he answered.
Micah planted a kiss on Cheryl’s cheek. “So nice to see you again.”
“Clothed, this time,” Drew chuckled.
Cheryl shot him an ugly glance.
“It’s nice to see you, too,” she said.
“We’re glad you accepted our invitation,” Micah told them both.
“We consider it an honor,” Drew told them. “Don’t we, Cheryl?”
Cheryl smiled and nodded.
They sat and chatted about homes, jobs, interests, hobbies. Micah was in advertising. Melissa taught primary school. Drew confessed to being a web designer and Cheryl said she and Melissa shared their interest in educating young children.
“When I can,” Cheryl offered, “I teach pre-school.”
“So, are you married?” Melissa asked.
“I am,” Cheryl replied.
“I’m not,” Drew said.
“So,” Micah said, slowly, “You’re not married to each other?”
“I’m his paramour,” Cheryl laughed.
“Well, we’re married,” Melissa said. “To each other.”
“We’re on an escape,” Cheryl told them. “Drew is my sex toy.”
“You’re kidding,” Micah said.
“It’s kind of complicated,” Drew said.
“Will you hate us because we’re in an illicit relationship?” Cheryl asked.
“We thought you were married to each other,” Melissa said. “Last night…”
Drew grinned at her. “Last night we were exploring Cheryl’s fantasy. It’s not the kind of thing her husband would do. Like I said, it’s complicated.”
“Not really,” Cheryl interjected. “I’m married at night. During the day, Drew and I are lovers.”
“Your husband doesn’t know?” Micah asked.
Cheryl shook her head. “I live two lives. Is this a problem for you?”
Melissa looked down. “It’s kind of sad. You two should be married.”
“We are, after a fashion,” Drew said. “I’ve been faithful to her since we began. And she’s been faithful to me, except for her husband.”
“You’re right,” Micah said. “That is a little complicated.”
“But, we’re here on vacation,” Cheryl added. “We’re playing like we’re married.”
Melissa looked at Micah and smiled, nodding slightly. “We never did anything like this before,” she said.
“We haven’t either, until last night,” Drew said. “Well, in reality.”
“I hope my principal doesn’t find out,” Melissa grinned at Cheryl.
“It won’t be me that tells him,” Cheryl told her.
Following dinner, the women opted to use the common area restrooms before returning to the room. The men took advantage to visit the men’s.
“So, what you did last night,” Micah asked, “Was that your idea or hers?”
“The idea was actually hers,” Drew confessed. “We’d talked about it before we left home. The execution, though, was me.”
“I have to tell you, it was really hot. Melissa was on fire when we got back to our room.”
“That’s what I told Cheryl. I said the two of you would be encouraged.”
“That’s a nice word for it.”
Drew moved to the sink to wash his hands. “What made you decide to take the leap and invite us?” he asked.
“That was all Melissa. I mean, I agreed. I’d been thinking about it. But, she was the one who actually said we should do it. I didn’t even have to suggest it.”
“Well, like I said, we think it’s great you want to include us. I hope it’s everything for you that you want.”
“Let me ask you,” Micah said. “Was Cheryl turned on by having us watch you guys?”
“She was. You think the same will happen with Melissa?”
“I hope so. She’s always been kind of reserved, you know. This is the first time she’s even considered doing something other than the vanilla sex thing.”
“Being on vacation can have that effect,” Drew noted for him. “You know, out of town, out of sight, nobody will know. What the hell?”
“Could be it,” Micah replied.
“Are you nervous about this?” Drew asked.
“Kind of. We don’t want to be a disappointment.”
“Oh, don’t worry about that,” Drew chuckled. “Cheryl’s pretty excited.”
“And what do you think?”
“I think it will be fine. Just follow her lead, Micah. Let this be about Melissa.”
“That sounds like good advice.”
“I’ve got butterflies,” Melissa confided to Cheryl in the ladies.
“Believe me,” Cheryl said, “I did, too.