The Holiday
written by:
LadyGrey

The Holiday. By Lady Grey

I apologise for the delay since my last story was published, but a girls got to take a holiday now and again, i've just spent three weeks of luxury cruising in the Caribbean. I'm lovely and tanned and feeling great, I hope you enjoy my latest story.

I lay there in the pleasant state of contentment, Magda's long slim fingers gently and lovingly caressing my breast, pulling gently on my still erect nipple. I turned and smiled at her. "I feel wonderful," I said, leaning forward and kissing her on the lips. "I do so much enjoy our weekends together." Magda and I were spending one of our special weekends in London. We were close friends and had been since our college days. Magda was the person who had taught me almost everything I knew about sex. During our three years at an all girl's college (note to you Americans: this college is like your high school) in Derbyshire, she had shown me the many pleasures that we could find in each other's arms.

After we finished college, Magda went up to University in Newcastle where she did a sports science degree, and I ended up at Art college in Sheffield. We would still spend some of our holidays and long weekends together, but after we finished college and started work, we drifted apart for a little while. Then she met Gordon, her husband to be, but we still kept in contact by phone and letter.

In the end we both married and had families. I met my future husband, Alex, in Spain. We returned to the UK, got married, and after a couple of years we had a son. Magda married Gordon and she had two children. We didn't see that much of each other while our children were growing up although we still kept in contact. It was only after our children had become teenagers and were able to fend for themselves that we stated meeting again, usually in London, as Magda now lived in Kent, while I was still up in North Yorkshire.

"Well, are we going to get some breakfast and then give our plastic some exercise in Oxford Street?" Magda asked.

I smiled and nodded. "Yes, and I need some sustenance after last night." Magda grinned and slid out of bed. I watched her as she walked naked over to the bathroom. She was now like me, in her forties, but she still had the wonderful exciting figure of a much younger woman.

We spent an expensive morning shopping and ended up in a small Italian restaurant for lunch. It was while we were eating lunch that Magda told me that Gordon was going to be away for a month in the Far East. "Lucky him," I said. "You're not going with him?"

She shook her head. "Not this time, but I'm thinking about taking myself away for a couple of weeks in the sun."

I looked at her. "On your own?"

She shrugged her shoulders. "That depends on you. Can you arrange some time off?"

We chatted about it. I knew the stables would be in good hands if I decide to go with her, and the idea of a fortnight in the sun was almost too much of an offer to turn down. "Where are you thinking of going?" I asked. Magda smiled one of her knowing smiles. "Well, I was hoping I could persuade you to go, because I was thinking of trying out one of those hedonism resorts in the Caribbean."

I looked across at her and grinned. "You had this all planned, didn't you?" She smiled and nodded.

She produced some colorful leaflets from her bag. The resort she had picked was called The Desire Resort and Spa. It was in southern Mexico at a place called Riviera Maya, close to Cozumel. It looked extremely interesting. I had seen documentaries on TV about the type of holiday it offered- total sexual freedom- just my idea of a real holiday.

I made up my mind instantly and told her to go ahead and book it. I would sort things out business wise when I got back home. After that, the weekend had an extra zing to it. We enjoyed an evening at the theatre, and afterwards, a meal at a quaint French restaurant in Soho where we were soon excitedly discussing the prospect of the holiday over a nice bottle of red wine.

Back in our suite at the Radisson, we were soon enjoying girl, girl sex and looking forward to a wonderful fortnight together. I moaned and gripped onto Magda's shoulders as her tongue did interesting and exciting things to my pussy, probing deep inside, and then circling my clit and making me squirm with pleasure. We were long time experts at giving one another pleasure, and later, when we joined together in our favorite 69 position, we soon had each other crying out as orgasm after orgasm shook our bodies.

The following weekend Magda rang to say that everything was booked and we would be off in three weeks. I was very excited about the prospects of a fortnight away with Magda and the pleasures that the Desire Resort and Spa would hold for us.

Over the last few years I had found a new interest in writing erotic stories. It had all started one afternoon when I was surfing and came across an erotic story site. I had found the stories published on the site interesting, but I was disappointed to find that they were not what I would class as erotic, mainly written by men. They seemed to concentrate on the cruder side of sex with not enough titillation. I thought I could do better and that was how it started. Now I was one of the top writers on the site, with a big following and over 100 stories to my name.

Writing for the site had brought me lots of friends who regularly contacted me by e-mail and messenger. One of these was a guy called Ray. He had loved my stories and had always written to me after every story was published. We had chatted together a lot on messenger and had now become good friends. One of Ray's greatest wishes was to meet me but he had family problems which prevented him from getting over to the UK. (He is an American) When I told him about my proposed holiday in Mexico, he was very interested and suggested that this might be the chance for us to meet at last.

Although I really wanted to meet up with Ray, I was not too sure about him joining us in the resort. As much as I wanted to meet him, I didn't want to be tied down to one guy for the whole holiday. I spoke to Magda and she agreed. She had heard me talk about Ray and said there was nothing to stop him from joining us, but that he should not consider that I was going to be with him and him alone, as she knew, like I did, that there would be too many other opportunities to be had at the resort. I sent Ray an e-mail explaining to him what we had decided and he quickly sent one back totally agreeing with our decision. He said the chance at last to meet me was too good a chance to turn down. He completely understood where we were coming from. He would just join us as a friend and see how things worked out. Another point was that he could only get away for a week, so he would join us for the first week of our holiday. This worked out very well. It meant I could spend a week with Ray and still have a second week to myself.

Three weeks later Magda and I met up in a suite at the Radisson hotel at Heathrow. We decided on a luxury night at the hotel to start our holiday off well and to also save the hassle of having to get up early for our flight to Mexico the following day. Over a light lunch, we discussed what we had brought with us. Magda said that she had not packed that many clothes as she did not expect to be wearing too many according to what she had read in the information that had been sent to her. She said she had packed a collection of bikinis, but then she told me that she had found an interesting site on the internet, The-Bikini.com. (I would suggest the reader check this site out and see the suits I will be describing) They had a small boutique in West London and sold some very special bikinis. She passed over some pages she had down loaded from the site. I flicked through them and even I was amazed by what it contained. Some of the bikinis in it were so brief they only consisted of a couple of strings and hid nothing. In fact, they seemed to emphasize more what they displayed then what they covered.

We both decided that a visit to the chic boutique was in order and it would make an interesting diversion for the afternoon, so we called reception and ordered a taxi. The boutique was small but well set out and the staff friendly. A helpful assistant called Angel according to her name tag was only too pleased to show us a selection of their bikinis and we picked several to try on. Angel took us through into a comfortable good sized changing room and brought through the bikinis we had selected. As we both began to undress Angel left but returned a few minutes later with two glasses of wine. The first bikinis we tried on were traditional ones but extremely brief, three small triangles of material covering only the most intimate parts. The strings that fastened them were threaded through the small triangles so that they could be drawn up by the wearer to cover even less.

The next selection was even more daring. It was called a sling shot swimsuit, and it consisted of a brief thong that was used to attach a two to three inch wide band of cloth which went up and around our necks and then crossed over our breasts. It seemed to be held in place by will power alone and nothing else. As we looked at each other in the suits, we both instantly realised that it would take only a slight movement of our breasts to displace the thin straps and reveal our nipples. Angel smiled as she adjusted the suits on us and allowed us to model them. "You both have very attractive bodies," she said, "and our products show them off extremely well." We smiled at each other. Yes, we had to agree.

As she slipped out of the slingshot bikini, Magda asked Angel if she had anything else to show us. Angel smiled. "Well, we do have the Peek-a-Boo collection, but they are what are known as no coverage swim suits." Magda looked at me and grinned as Angel left us to go get a selection from the Peek-a-Boo collection. We looked at each other standing there, Magda already naked. She reached across and eased the strap off my breasts. My already hard nipples sprang into view.

I smiled at her as she ran her fingers across my hard buds. "I think this holiday is going to be a lot of fun," Magda said. Angel returned with a selection of no coverage bikinis. There was not a lot you could say about them, just a couple of strings.

"You have to be going to somewhere very special to wear these," Angel said, with a slight grin, as she handed one to each of us.

We slipped them on. I looked at Magda and gasped. Even I felt a little embarrassed wearing them in front of Angel. There was just nothing to them. The bottom half consisted of two strings, joined at the back and separated between our thighs. One string went on either side of our pussy lips and joined onto a string that went around our waist. This of course emphasized our pussies. The two strings then continued up and around our necks. They were called no coverage swimsuit because that's what they did, they gave no cover at all, displaying everything. Magda grinned at me. "We've got to have one of these," she said. I agreed with her, but at the time I did not know where I was going to wear it.

Angel then showed us an item they called the flap. It was a small garment you secured around your waist and it had two small panels hanging down, one at the rear and the other at the front. It could be worn with any of the suits for modesty reasons. It did not actually hide a lot but I could see its uses, especially with the string bikinis.

We each bought one of the suits that we had tried on, and a pair of flaps to match. We thanked Angel for all her help and left the shop with our purchases. We then walked the short distance along to Harrods and treated ourselves to afternoon tea before hailing a taxi back to the Radisson. When we got back we decided to go down to the fitness suite for a workout and a swim before our evening meal. Magda grinned and suggested that we try out one of our new acquisitions, but I think she was joking. It might have been a laugh but I think we might have been asked to leave if we had turned up in the hotel pool in one of the bikinis we had bought that afternoon.

After a good workout and a swim we returned to our room to get ready to go down for the evening meal. I was standing in front of the dressing table mirror in just a brief pair of panties when Magda came up behind me. She was naked, and pressed her body against my back and reached around and began to caress my breasts. "I've wanted to do that ever since we were in the bikini shop," she said. "Trying those outfits on really turned me on. You looked fantastic in them." I smiled at her through the mirror and pressed myself up against her. I loved to feel her naked body rubbing up against mine.

I would have liked to take things further but the time was getting on and if we didn't get down to dinner soon, we would be too late. I turned and took her in my arms and kissed her. "Let's leave it for later," I said. She looked a little disappointed but nodded and pulled away from me. I watched her through the mirror as she dressed. I knew I would have even greater pleasure in removing her clothes later.

The meal was as usual top notch. It always was at the Radisson. As we ate I noticed two rather attractive young guys seated at the next table. They kept looking in our direction. Magda had her back to them, so didn't see them looking. I told her we were being admired and she smiled. "I wouldn't mind a bit of fresh cock," she said. "It's been a long time since I have had anything new in my love tunnel. I've had nothing apart from you and Gordon, not that I'm complaining in anyway," she grinned.

We had finished our meal and we were onto the coffees when I noticed one of the guys say something to the waiter and nod in our direction. The waiter came across to us. "Excuse me, ladies, but the gentlemen in the next table have asked if you would like to join them for some after dinner drinks?" I saw the guys looking hopefully in our direction and I smiled and nodded. We got up from the table and the waiter pulled out some extra chairs for us at the guy's table.

The two guys turned out to be Brazilian. They were in the gem trade and over here on a selling trip. They introduced themselves as Carlos and Miguel. They asked what we would like to drink and we settled on Brandy's, but they also ordered a bottle of champagne. I could see they were not short of money.

I explained that we had just arrived for a one night stay and tomorrow we were just heading over to a place not too far from their country. We all seemed to get on well together, and we found them interesting company. We sat chatting and drinking for quite some time talking about our holiday and their visit to the UK. Then I noticed the waiter hovering around obviously wanting to clear away. "I think he wants us to go," I said, smiling at Carlos. He looked around and agreed. He suggested we move into the bar but I felt I knew where things were going, and I could see that Magda was getting on well with Miguel, so I suggested that we move the party up to our suite. "It might be a little more private," I said. The two guys looked at each other smiled. The got my drift.

They insisted on paying the bill for the meal and even ordered some more champagne to be sent up to our suite. The drinks arrived at almost the same time as we did and Carlos tipped the waiter and said he would manage to serve out the drinks himself. The two of them immediately relaxed, slipping out of their jackets. Magda was seated on one of the sofas with Miguel who I saw was already lightly touching her leg. I was a little surprised by Magda's reaction to the guys as I knew she had always been faithful to Gordon. Maybe she needed to let off a little steam. I smiled across at her and she smiled back.

I looked at Carlos as he stood by the fireplace, glass in hand. He was a good looking guy with what looked like a nice body, so I wasn't complaining. I suddenly realised that Magda was telling Miguel about our trip into town that afternoon and Carlos was listening with interest. Magda suddenly got up and went into the bedroom and came back with our packages and proceeded to show the pair of them what we had purchased. Of course being guys, they were more than interested and when Miguel suggested that maybe a little fashion show might be in order, Magda looked across at me and grinned. I could see straight away she was up for it. She picked up the suits that the guys had been looking at and disappeared into the bedroom. I felt myself becoming quite warm at the thought of what was about to happen and I took a long drink of the iced champagne. I wondered which of the three outfits she would decide to wear.

The guys looked up expectantly as the bedroom door opened and Magda appeared. They gasped! She looked stunning in one of the miniscule bikinis. She had drawn up all the triangles so that they covered only the minimal amount. Her large firm breasts stood out proudly, and the two guys could clearly see her hard nipples poking out the thin material. She wandered slowly around the suite like a tigress on the prowl. From the rear, she looked almost naked. As she displayed the firm twin globes of her ass, the guys enthused and this made her preen herself even more.

She picked up a glass of champagne and slowly sipped on it.

She looked across at me. "I think it's your turn, Laura," she said with a smile. I was already beginning to feel my juices flowing as I realised the evening was going just where I had expected and hoped.

I smiled at the two guys. "Okay," I said, "I'm game." I went through into the bedroom and quickly slipped out of my clothes and selected the sling shot suit. When I looked at myself in the mirror, I felt hot and could not help passing my hand tenderly over the pronounced mound of my pussy. It felt warm and slightly damp. I could feel the excitement in the room as I stepped out. The guys were ecstatic as I walked slowly across to where Magda was standing. I walked very gingerly as I felt that at any moment my nipples would slip from their concealment beneath the thin straps. I did a slow turn allowing them to get a look at the rear view. Carlos smiled and said we were two of the most exciting women he had ever seen. Praise indeed! I smiled at Magda and leaned over and lightly kissed her on the cheek.

I could see that the two guys were getting turned on by our little display. Miguel took out a large white handkerchief and wiped it over his perspiring forehead. "I wish we were coming on holiday with you instead of staying on here," he said with a grin. Then he looked over at Carlos. "Well, what do you think of the outfits so far?"

Carlos smiled and sipped slowly on his drink. "You are both very beautiful and exciting women," he said, "and I now hope you are both going to give us the pleasure of seeing you in the other suits." I looked at Magda. She shrugged, took my hand and squeezed it, and led me back into the bedroom.

When the door was closed, I looked at her. "Are you sure you want to go this far? If we put those suits on, there will be no going back."

Magda smiled. "I've been dreaming about this holiday for weeks now. I'm desperately in need of a good fucking. Sex with Gordon is good but now it lacks interest. It is always the same thing, and my only relief is sex with you." She smiled and touched me tenderly on the arm. "And I always look forward to our weekends together, but I desperately want to feel a new man inside me." She looked at me. "Surely you know what I mean." I grinned and hugged her. "Well, I can't knock your choice. They are certainly two very attractive guys. If you are sure, let's go for it." She nodded. We quickly slipped out of the suits we were wearing and slipped into the string outfits. My pussy was now beginning to feel extremely warm and wet. I picked up the flaps. "I think we ought to wear these," I said.

Magda grinned and nodded, taking one from me. "We don't want to display all the treats at once," she said with a grin.

We looked at each other now with our breasts totally exposed and a small flap of material the only thing that concealed the delights between our thighs, which were momentarily hidden. I pushed the bedroom door open and allowed Magda to proceed me into the room. The first thing I saw, much to my delight, was that the guys had stripped down to their boxers. Now they too looked even more exciting. Both had firm well toned bodies and already the slight bulges in their shorts gave a hint of the pleasures to come.

"You two have got the most amazing breasts," Carlos gasped as he took in the sight of our exposed charms. We smiled.

As we walked over to them, I nodded. "You two don't look so bad now, either," I saw Miguel's eyes wander down from Magda's exposed breasts to the small flap that was attempting to conceal her prize possession. Magda smiled at him and eased the flap aside. "Is this what you are looking for?" she said with a cheeky grin on her face. Miguel nodded. He came over and ran his hands lightly over her body. I saw her shudder. Then his hand went between her legs and she groaned.

Miguel looked across at us. "Will you two be okay if we make use of the bedroom?" Carlos looked at me and I nodded. Then he took Magda's hand and led her over towards the bedroom.

Carlos came over to me. I felt his fingers untying the strings that held the flap in place and it dropped to the floor. He stood back and looked me up and down, "That looks much better," he said with a smile. Then he slipped his fingers into the waistband of his shorts and slowly eased them down. My eyes widened as I saw the prize that was exposed to me. It was thick and already at least six inches long and he wasn't even erect. I ran my tongue across my lips. This was going to be a most interesting night and a good start to the holiday.

Carlos stepped towards me and his hands reached out and grasped my breasts. I groaned as he began to manipulate them between his strong fingers, from time to time tugging gently on my hard erect nipples. Then while he worked on my breasts with one hand, the other slid down my body and eased my legs apart. Quickly I felt his fingers slipping into the warm depth of my pussy. He expertly sought out my clitoris. I let out a small cry as he worked on it. I could now feel the hardness of his cock pressing against my leg. I reached down and grasped it in my hand and felt his body stiffen as I ran my hand along its hard length.

I had been so turned on by our little display and now I wanted to taste cock. I slid down on to my knees in front of him. Eight inches of hard erect manhood was inches from my face and I gripped it in both hands and, leaning forward, ran my tongue over the glistening purple head. I felt Carlos grip my hair and ease my head forward. I opened my mouth and allowed him to enter, He pushed to the back of my throat before I began to work on him, sucking on him as my lips ran along the full length of his erection.

I felt him beginning to fuck my face, a sure sign that he was about to cum. As he quickly reached his climax, he tried to withdraw, but I held him in place, and I fed greedily on the thick creamy juice that filled my mouth. When he was done I licked him clean and then smiled up at him. "That was so good," he said. "Now, I want to give you the pleasures you deserve."

He helped me to my feet and eased me down onto the large sofa, pulling off the tangle of strings that was my swim suit and looked down on my nakedness. "You are a stunningly attractive woman," he said. With that he spread my legs and eased himself into my warm wet tunnel of pleasure. I groaned and clung to him as he filled me with his hardness. I contracted my vaginal muscles and squeezed him. His body stiffened and he groaned, and I smiled to myself.

He was an expert at giving pleasure. He fucked me like a man possessed until I was about to explode, then he slowed to a tantalizing rhythm that had me pleading with him to "fuck me harder." This carried on until I was almost out of my mind. Minor orgasm after minor orgasm coursed through my body, and it was not until I gripped him in a frenzy and screamed at him to make me cum that he took me over the top. Yes, the waves crashed and the orchestra reached a crescendo and thinking about it afterwards, I don't think I have ever been so well and truly fucked.

I fell back onto the sofa. I'm not sure that I did not pass out for a moment. Carlos eased himself down beside me and held me in his arms, kissing me gently, whispering words of endearment into my ear. I think he took me twice more before he left. I kissed him tenderly as I let him out of the suite. "I hope you enjoy your holiday," he said as he made his way back to his own room. If that was a taster, I thought to myself, it will be some holiday, if it's all going to be as good as the first night was.

By the time I had showered and cleaned myself up, Miguel had also left. I crept into the bedroom to find Magda's naked body face down on the bed. She was fast asleep. She must have been exhausted. I pulled up a sheet around her body. She could clean up in the morning. Then I slipped into my own bed and fell into a contented sleep dreaming about palm fringed beaches and big cocks.

The sound of the shower running woke me from a deep sleep. Magda's bed was empty. I looked at the clock. It was eight o'clock, and we needed to be at the airport by 9.30 for our noon flight. After a quick but sustaining breakfast, the shuttle bus dropped us at the terminal. We quickly got rid of our luggage and an hour later, after a quick browse around duty free, we were sitting with a cool glass of wine awaiting our flight to be called.

Magda had told me that her first foray into infidelity had been a successful one. Apparently Miguel had been in to the same classes as Carlos, and her first sexual experience outside her marriage had been a very fulfilling one. The flight left on time, was uneventful, and nine hours and several glasses of champagne later, we were standing in the hot sunshine of Mexico.

We were met at the airport by two attractive young guys, and along with six other guests, we were ushered into a white air conditioned limo for our journey to the resort. The other six guests were three couples and we chatted and drank iced drinks on the hour long trip. On our arrival at the resort we all booked in at reception and were each handed a folder containing information on the resort. Then we were escorted to our bungalow set among palm trees and brightly flowering shrubs.

The bungalow was very well appointed. We each had our own on-suite room with a king sized bed. A comfortable lounge opened up on to a shaded veranda. In the trees to the left of us we could see a pool, where I could see several attractive topless young ladies seated around a bar set in the pool. In the other direction, the wide sandy beach and the sparkling blue sea looked particularly inviting.

"Looks idyllic," said Magda, "and I don't know about you, but I'm ready for a swim." I agreed with her. We quickly opened up our luggage and sought out our bikinis. We decided to go for the more traditional ones for the moment, while we checked out the lay of the land. We had just gotten into our bikinis when there was a knock on the door. I opened it to find a young Mexican girl standing there in what I took for a maid's uniform, and she smiled. "Welcome to the Spa Resort," she said, "I'm Chiquita, your maid. I see you are going for a swim. While you are out I will put your things away." She smiled. We grabbed a couple of towels and left her to it and headed for the beach.

The sea was blue and the sand was golden. There were only a few people on the beach but we could not help but notice that they were either naked or almost so. A couple smiled at us as we passed them on our way down to the water. They were lying on sun loungers, both totally naked. She, an attractive blond with a great figure, had a long glass of what looked like orange juice in one hand and was tenderly caressing her partner's cock with the other. I smiled at Magda as she too noticed the couple.

The water was cool and refreshing and we soon brushed off the tiredness of the long flight. Magda commented on the couple we had passed on the way down to the water. "Looks like everything they say about this place is true. We could be in for an interesting fortnight."

We spent about an hour in the water before we made our way back to the bungalow. Chiquita had done a good job. All our clothes were hung up and all the extra items were stored in drawers. She had turned down the beds and laid a flower on each of our pillows. Magda made us a drink while I looked at the hand-out we had been given in reception. It gave details of all the forthcoming events and on the first page there were instructions on the dress code. The beach, the pools, and the recreation areas were classified as clothes optional areas; the bars and all areas in the main complex were clothes preferred areas. Guests were asked to wear some clothing in the dining rooms and the bars in the evenings. The exception to this rule was on special event evenings as listed in the events pages.

The list of events was long and interesting, listing things like body painting, water sports, beach sports, sailing, and an interesting one on the Friday of each week, a Mr. and Miss Nude Mexico Spa resort contest. I also noticed that there was a ‘meet and greet' in the main bar at 7 P.M. this evening. It was just after five now so we had some time before we needed to get ready to meet the other guests, something I was really looking forward to, especially as I expected my friend Ray to be one of them and I was looking forward to meeting up with him at last.

We rested for a while on the veranda enjoying our drinks. Several people waved to us as they passed. There seemed to be a mixture of ages, but the majority seemed to be around our age or younger. Much to my excitement, most of those we saw seemed to be wearing either nothing or the very minimal of clothing.

We moved back inside to get ready for the evening. I put my arm around Magda's waist and pulled her to me. "I think we are going to enjoy ourselves here." I said. I kissed her gently. "Let's shower together," I said. "I think I need a little relief before we go out." Magda smiled. "I was just thinking the same thing."

The shower room was large and easily accommodated the pair of us. Obviously, some thought had gone into the design of the rooms at the resort. With the warm water spraying over our bodies, we gently lathered each other, intimately caressing each other's bodies. Magda's wonderful fingers opened up my pussy and made me squirm as she delved into the warm wet interior before she sought out my clit which she began to massage with her thumb as she held me open with her other fingers. I kissed her hungrily and caressed her breasts, pulling urgently on her nipples as spasms of pleasure coursed through my body. Then she sank down onto the floor at my feet. I parted my legs as far as I could and gripped onto the shower fittings above my head. Her head was now up between my thighs and her tongue was doing delightful things to my pussy, darting deep into the depth of my love tunnel before enticingly working around my by now throbbing clit.

It was all over far too soon and I was soon gasping as warm waves of pleasure ran over me. Magda smiled up at me. "I think you needed that," she said.

I nodded slowly. "It was wonderful. Just give me a minute and I'll do the same for you." She got to her feet and we hugged each other, our naked bodies rubbing gently together as the spasms of pleasure slowly ebbed from my body. At last I was able to return the compliment, and afterwards, we both felt more relaxed and able to face the evening ahead. After we had finished our shower and helped each other with our hair and make up, we decided on similar outfits for the evening; long wrap around skirts over brief thongs and white blouses. The blouses were almost see through, and even so, we decided that we need not wear a bra. Looking at Magda, I could see the distinct shape of her dark areolas and the points of her nipples. She smiled as she ran her hands over her breasts. "Well, at least the guys can see what's on offer." I looked at her. I had never seen her so hungry for sex since we were at college many years ago. "I think you are going to make a pig of yourself this holiday," I said with a grin.

She laughed. "I do hope so."

We made our way to the main reception block. Other couples, and a few singles, were heading in the same direction. The room was partly filled with people all chatting together. The throbbing beat of traditional music filled the air but was not overpowering, and casually dressed waiters added to the ambiance, circulating the room with trays of drinks.

People were very friendly. Several welcomed us. I was glad to see that we had not over dressed, as most of the women present seemed to be wearing equally revealing outfits. Suddenly there was a light tap on my shoulder. I turned and an older guy stood there, a beaming smile on his face. "It's Ray," I said. He nodded. I passed my glass to Magda and wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling him too me. "It's so good to meet you at last," I said into his ear, hugging him tightly. At last we pulled apart. He held me at arms length and looked me up and down.

I saw his eyes brighten up at the sight of my almost exposed breasts. "You are everything I thought you would be, but more so." I laughed.

I introduced him to Magda and she kissed him on the cheek. "I've heard so much about you," she said, "and I hear you are doing a great job on her stories."

Ray laughed and nodded. "She's a great writer. It a pleasure to work with her." I looked at him and grinned, squeezing his hand. Just then there was a banging and I looked up to see this guy calling us to attention. He made a short welcoming speech, explained a few things to us, then let us all get on with enjoying ourselves.

Ray turned out to be an interesting guy to be with and although we had chatted a lot, we found we still had a lot to talk about. He seemed to be happy in our company and it was beginning to excite me feeling him looking at my almost exposed breasts. I knew I had sent him several pictures of me naked over the last few months, but it was not the same as seeing the real thing. I wondered to myself how that would be with him. He was a lot older than my usual lovers but I knew he was expecting to spend some time with me, and I wanted to thank him for all the work he had done for me. We had shared a very intimate friendship with my writing, and he already knew my fantasies and desires. He knew what pleasures I enjoyed and how I liked pleasuring. I was already feeling a warm wet feeling in the area of my thong just thinking about it. I reached out and squeezed his hand again. What pleasures would the week ahead hold for us?

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