My Swinging Vacation
written by:
Jillbaby

FOREWORD

This story was originally written to order for a fellow author Mrtery, and I am very grateful to him for permitting me to post it here.

MY SWINGING VACATION

Copyright -2010 - by Jillbaby

"Fasten your seat belts, please." .

The glamorous flight attendant spoke with a fixed smile, as she moved down the aisle of the plane and we prepared for take-off. It was only a four-hour flight to my vacation destination and then I would be at my hotel and ready to start having a very naughty time as always on my vacations.

My name is Jill. I was twenty-three at the time and enjoying my job as a model in the adult entertainment business. One of the perks was being able to take and afford vacations at short notice whenever there was a lull in my bookings with the photo agency. This time I'd been able to arrange this flight to Tenerife in the Canary Islands, to stay a week. My friends thought I was so lucky. It was probably just as well that they didn't know what kind of vacation I always hoped for.

Some women look for a holiday romance, but at that time, I unashamedly just enjoyed uncommitted, mindless sex with people I would never see again. It was my way of relaxing from the pressures of the job, which was more demanding than you might realise.

After the usual safety video for passengers had finished, the flight attendant thanked everyone for their attention, going on to say that, if there was anything anyone wanted during the flight, they only had to ask.

"How about a blowjob then?"

The whisper came from across the aisle and I looked over to see a young man, maybe in his early twenties. He was a real hunk. His short curly brown hair matched his eyes, and he had a firm jaw line. When I smiled at him he realised that I had heard his joking comment about the flight attendant. He looked embarrassed and turned back to his female companion.

She glanced at me, giggled, and whispered in his ear, her arm linked in his. I suddenly imagined her joking that maybe I wanted to oblige him with his request. Mmmm, I told myself as I felt a tingle run through me; maybe that's not a bad idea. He really was cute and I was raring to get my vacation started.

Anyway, the couple became absorbed in the film being shown, and the woman sitting beside me engaged me in conversation for the next three hours. As she droned on, and I drank a few vodka tonics, I tried to focus on the week ahead. Memories of my previous vacation adventures merged into thoughts of what I might get up to this time. My pussy started to moisten and my clit came to life, pushing against the fabric of my black thong.

Then the hunk from across the aisle rose and headed towards the toilets at the front of the plane. A crazy idea leaped into my head. My wild mischievous streak was fuelled by my arousal, and on one of my mad impulses, I stood up and moved towards the toilet door. I'm going to give him the shock of his life, I chuckled to myself.

I was the only one waiting outside the cubicle he had entered and my timing was perfect. Just as the door opened inwards, I placed a hand on the startled hunk's chest and pushed him back into the cubicle, pulling the door closed behind me.

"What the . . ." He gasped.

I locked the door, squeezed past him and sat down on the toilet seat, looking up into his stunned face.

"A blow job was it, Sir?" I enquired, my face a picture of innocence, as my fingernails traced the line of his cock down the front of his jeans.

His lips moved as he tried to find something to say. But he remained silent and unresisting, as I popped open his jeans, eased his boxers down, and released his rapidly hardening cock. It was long and thick and my pussy was throbbing as I stroked his shaft before leaning forward and slowly running my tongue along his cock, licking him from his balls up to the very tip. He groaned and leaned forward to support himself against the wall behind me, as I swirled my tongue around his cock head, before sucking him deep into my mouth.

I would have loved to take my time, to really enjoy his cock, but I knew that people might be waiting outside. I felt one of his hands on my head as I sank my head down on his cock, relaxing enough to take all of him into my mouth. He gasped as I let the bulging head slip just over the top of my throat and I couldn't help wondering if the young man had ever been deep-throated before. When my nose rubbed against his wiry pubes, I eased back and started to suck again, my hand stroking and pulling his thick, saliva-slick shaft.

Someone rattled the handle of the toilet impatiently, adding urgency and excitement to my efforts. He grabbed hold of my head, his hips rocking as he started to fuck my mouth. I let him, but with my fingers around the base stopping him from going too deep. He fucked my mouth faster and faster, my tongue lashing across his cockhead, my teeth scraping lightly along his shaft.

When I reached for his balls, squeezing them lightly, he came, with a stifled groan, and his thick stream of cum erupted into the back of my mouth. I sucked the last drops from him, and only then let his cock slip from my mouth. I looked up at him and his eyes were wide as he watched my throat work as I swallowed repeatedly. To complete his pleasure, I carefully gathered the dribbles around my lips with my finger and licked it clean.

I felt my usual glow of satisfaction from a successful blowjob. It's a mixed feeling of being a slut and yet of exercising power and control. And I find it very arousing.

Still looking confused and, either at a loss for words or afraid to be overheard, he pushed his damp cock back into his boxers, and did up his jeans. I stood up awkwardly in the confined space, grinned at him, and reached behind him to unlock the door.

"Lock it behind me," I whispered.

Opening it just enough to squeeze through I slid out and to my relief found that whoever had been trying to get in had gone elsewhere. My pussy was very wet and my clit erect. Still in the grip of adrenalin and feeling very horny, I headed down the plane to the next set of toilets. To my relief a cubicle was vacant and I slipped in. The audacity of what I had done was just sinking in, and the combination of excitement and arousal had my heart pounding.

I giggled, almost hysterically, when I pictured the look of amazement on the guy's face. I could only imagine what he was telling his companion, but I couldn't even begin to guess what their reaction would be when I returned to my seat.

However, my attention was quickly drawn back to my demanding clit. After a quick pee, I stroked my clit and then plunged two, then three fingers inside my very sticky pussy. I stifled a groan, biting my lip, as with the other hand I squeezed an erect, bra-less nipple through my blouse.

I fingered myself faster and faster and as my cunt juices flowed, the slurping sound seemed loud in my ears. Reluctantly releasing my nipple, I slid that hand onto my clit, swirling my fingers around the hard, rubbery flesh while continuing to finger-fuck myself with the other one.

I came in what seemed only like seconds; my juices flooding onto my hand as my pussy convulsed around my fingers. I squeezed my thighs together, trapping my fingers, as the shock of my orgasm travelled up my spine.

This will seem crazy to those who don't know me, but I can't help making loud noises when cumming. On that occasion, I actually stuffed a handkerchief into my mouth before I started stroking myself. It was the only way that I could stop any passengers outside hearing me. Gradually I calmed down, and cleaned up my stickiness. I straightened my clothes, took a deep breath, and opened the door.

When I returned to my seat, I carefully ignored the couple across from me, and the hunk also avoided my eye. I wondered if he had told his companion about the blowjob and if so what they were thinking of me. There was only a short time to arrival and it passed quickly.

We landed and passed through passport control. I found, as we boarded the tourist organiser's coach, that most of the passengers on my flight were going to the same hotel. I felt a little thrill as I caught a glimpse of the hunk and his girl at the front of the coach, but I was well behind them in the queue as we registered at the hotel.

When I got to my room I dropped everything and headed straight for the balcony, undoing my hair and shaking it loose as I went. The view was stunning. The pool was below me, and the shimmering blue sea was about two hundred yards away. I had a quick shower and decided to go down to the pool. I rummaged through my case and pulled out the tiny string bikini that I had bought specially for the vacation.

The three triangles of white cloth barely covered my nipples or the mound of my pussy and allowed my breasts to bounce gently and naturally. From the back, the tiny triangle of material over my pussy was invisible - just the white string running around the swell of my hips before vanishing between my ass cheeks..

Needless to say, I was shaved or there would have been a great deal of pubic hair on view. I gazed at myself critically in the full-length mirror and was relieved to see that I hadn't put on any bulges. I carefully adjusted the bikini to cover the strategic areas.

It was daring even for me and I felt a little frisson of excitement. If this didn't turn heads, then nothing would. My blue eyes were sparkling with anticipation and when I swung my shoulder length brown hair, the bright sunlight drew out the copper highlights. Even in my flip-flops, my legs seemed to go on forever in the tiny costume, and I noted with satisfaction that my exercises and jogging had kept my belly flat and taut. Eagerly, I grabbed the pool towel and my key card, and headed back downstairs to the pool.

There weren't too many people seated around it, or swimming as all the new arrivals were probably still unpacking. I dropped my towel on a sun bed and dived straight in. The water was just right, and after ten minutes of vigorous swimming, I felt a whole lot better.

I climbed out, rubbed on some sun block, and stretched out on the sun bed, enjoying the heat of the sun. The warmth made my nipples tingle and tighten, and when I spread my legs the sun felt wonderful on my almost naked pussy. I idly fantasised about my hunk from the plane admiring me from his bedroom window.

I couldn't resist letting my arm drape across my belly with the fingers resting on my pussy, as casually looking as possible, as I gently pressed down on my swollen clit. Even that felt great, as I indulged in erotic daydreams.

The excitement of what I had done on the plane flooded back into my mind and my clit began to ache demandingly. I was caught between continuing to enjoy the sun and going up to my room to masturbate. Fuck it, I thought and after spreading a towel over my lap I slipped both hands under my tiny bikini to find my wet pussy. The nearest couple was about ten yards away, and I really do love public sex of any kind.

My lips were engorged and slick with my arousal juices. My fingers found the hard little button, and then delved into my sodden cunt, one finger, and then two. As I slid them in and out, my other hand circled my clit. As my heart beat faster and my breath became ragged, I struggled to avoid making my movements too obvious. I was sure that a nearby man was watching me and suspecting what I was doing, which only added to my excitement. My fingers worked faster, the world shrinking down to my cunt and my busy fingers.

Then an unstoppable wave of pleasure started at my toes and spread rapidly up my spine. Even as my climax seized me, I was terrified that I would give the game away with my usual orgasmic shrieks. I leaned forward to bury my face in the towel and managed to confine my sounds to throaty gurgles. When I dared to look up, the man had a knowing smile on his face and whispered to his female companion who looked over at me. Struggling not to blush I gathered up my things and retreated back to my room.

I had another shower and washed my hair, preparing myself for what I hoped would be an exciting evening. I wandered around the room naked, unpacking the stuff from my case. It didn't take long; one formal dress, a couple of skimpy bikinis, short skirts, tight tops, and sexy thongs. Not a single bra! I had brought only one pair of formal shoes, my favourites; the "fuck-me" black strappy stiletto sandals.

I combed out my hair, leaving it loose around my shoulders. I pulled on a pair of skimpy white panties, a tight moss-green shirt that showed off my breasts, and a short, flowered flared skirt. After undoing the top three buttons on the shirt, I dabbed on some lip-gloss, grey eye shadow, and a quick spray of Flower, my favourite perfume. I slipped on my stilettos, grabbed my purse and I was ready for dinner.

At the door of the restaurant, I was greeted by the headwaiter; tall, dark and handsome just about summed him up. I saw from his name badge that he was Tony. I looked him up and down as he turned to check my room number on his list, admiring how those impossibly tight trousers clung to his ass.

When I walked towards the table he directed me to, I put an extra sway into my hips, feeling his eyes burning into me as I mentally added him to my "to do" list. I was determined that this holiday was going to be a lot of fun.

Later, after a couple of nice glasses of wine with my food, I had planned to head off into town to have a look at the clubs and bars, but decided to have a drink in the hotel first. A lovely surprise awaited me. When I entered the bar I spotted a familiar face; it was the hunk from the plane, sitting alone.

After a moment's hesitation, during which I could again almost taste his gorgeous cock, a tingle in my pussy urged me to head his way. Again, I took him by surprise. I tapped him on the shoulder and as he turned,

"You owe me," I told him with a big smile, as I stood by his shoulder.

He looked shocked and his mouth hung open in surprise for a few seconds. Then he recovered and his brown eyes crinkled into a lovely smile. I eased up onto the bar stool next to him, allowing my skirt to ride up my thighs. I could see that his eyes were torn between lingering there and trying to catch a good view of my breasts down my top. To be honest, I didn't mind which he looked at, as long as he wanted to look.

I in turn gave him a proper appraisal for the first time. He was well over six feet, with broad shoulders and of course, I already knew about his big cock and hard flat stomach! He ordered me a drink and we exchanged names - his was Morris. When I enquired where his companion was, he explained that she was Paula, his wife. She had gone late night shopping with a female friend of hers called Cindy who was on holiday with them.

I saw an opportunity and decided to test him. I casually rested my hand on his leg, gently squeezing the strong muscles I remembered from the plane. When he made no objection, I slipped it higher, running a pointed fingernail across the bulge which had suddenly appeared. He smiled and my movement, on top of what had already happened between us rendered the need for polite chit-chat unnecessary.

Finishing my drink, I showed him my key card; Morris gulped down his own drink and I allowed him to lead me towards the elevators. As soon as the doors closed, we spontaneously melted into a long, lingering kiss which sent my tingling body into overdrive.

I loved the feel of his erection against my stomach as his tongue slipped into my mouth, his hand on the small of my back pulling me closer. I pressed my pussy against his firm thigh as my breasts squashed against his muscular chest and his hand slid down onto my ass.

We jumped apart as the elevator doors opened and people were waiting to board. My pulse racing, I almost dragged Morris to my room. As soon as the door closed behind us, I darted across to the bed and, pulling up my skirt I wantonly opened my legs widely apart to show him the big damp patch on the gusset of my white panties.

"You owe me, remember," I told him with a wicked grin.

Without a word, he dropped to his knees in front of me. His hands slid up my thighs, and pulled off my skirt as I lay back. He paused for a moment, staring at my pussy, which was clearly outlined by the wet almost see through material. With a groan, he slid his hands under my ass, eased me forward and pulling the damp gusset to one side he started to lick slowly along my pussy which, wantonly, I had made so available.

It felt wonderful, but it was to get even better and I quivered with delight as Morris plunged his tongue inside me. As his long, rubbery tongue delved inside my hot wet cunt, I reached for my clit, rubbing it gently in time to his tongue. But he pushed it away, wanting it all for himself and seconds later I gave a little cry as his tongue flicked across my clit and he eased a finger deep inside me.

His finger and tongue moved in unison, sending waves of pleasure through me. I held his head; my fingers tangled in his hair, and I desperately pulled him into me. As he began a slow rhythmic licking, I started to buck my hips to meet his strokes. I pressed my mound to his face, holding him tight as his fingers, tongue, and lips, worked their magic. I felt an orgasm began its slow tantalising ascent from somewhere near my toes.

One final nibble on my clit sent me screaming to a wonderful climax. I squeezed his head between my thighs, holding him tight, his fingers caught by my clenching pussy as I squealed through my orgasm.

I slumped back onto the bed, only opening my eyes when my legs relaxed. I unwound my fingers from his hair and he grinned up at me, leaning forward to plant a soft kiss on my pussy before pulling my thong back in place.

"Are we even now?"

Morris queried with a proud grin as, standing up, he held out his hand and pulled me to my feet. We held each other tightly and I was again aware of the prominent bulge pressing against me.

"Now that I've cleared my debt, let's fuck,"

he murmured, his lips almost touching mine. Who was I to argue? In seconds, we had feverishly torn each other's clothes off and we stood naked, our ragged breathing loud in our ears. He tugged at the buttons of my shirt, so excitedly that one was sent flying across the room.

When my flushed breasts sprang free, my nipples dark and erect, he reached for them, cupping them in his hands before dipping his head and sucking a rubbery nipple into his mouth. His tongue flicked around my sensitive flesh as I held his head tight, wanting, needing, more. I moaned out loud, pushing my breasts towards his warm mouth, pulling his head from one to the other as he devoured me.

Even after my orgasm, my pussy was still throbbing madly as I pulled Morris back up to me and thrust my tongue into his mouth again. I reached for his cock, thick, hard, and dripping with pre cum. He backed me against the bed and we fell onto it as we kissed frantically. We were still comparative strangers and there is something especially erotic about sex in that situation.

I fucked his mouth with my tongue and hooked my legs up over his hips, leaving my pussy wide open to him. He guided his cock towards me, easing just the tip inside my slit before he reached for my breasts and nipples. Then with a primal groan, he plunged his cock into me, driving me down into the mattress with the force of his thrusts.

My pussy ring stretched around his thick shaft, sucking him deep inside my greedy cunt. His hand clawed at my breasts, pinching and pulling my nipples, as he fucked me, and I fucked him back. Our mouths were locked together, muffling our cries and I could hear the bedsprings squeak with every thrust of Morris's hips.

Surprisingly my second orgasm came almost straight away, my cries filling the room as waves of pleasure rippled through me. Morris continued fucking me, sending more shockwaves through me as his mouth hungrily latched onto my swollen nipples. I was still floating on a cloud of ecstasy when moments later, he came too, his cum erupting inside me. Holding his pulsing cock deep inside me, as my cunt walls moulded around it, he reached for my ass, pulling me even harder against him, as his balls sent jet after jet of hot cum into me.

We slumped against each other, breathing heavily, satisfied for the moment. We kissed again, until his cock slowly slipped out. We held each other for a while, and then I went to the bathroom to give my leaking pussy a quick wipe. When Morris took his turn in the bathroom I stretched on the bed, my hands idly roaming over my satisfied body.

When Morris came out of the bathroom, he looked anxiously at his watch.

"I really must get going, before Paula and Cindy get back,"

he said apologetically. "I hate to fuck and run, Jill. That was really fantastic; I just wish that Paula was even half as sexy as you," he added with a broad grin. "I've never known anyone as hot as you Jill," he continued. "You blew my mind as well as my cock on the plane."

"Sit down for just a minute, Morris," I requested, patting he bed beside me. "Tell me about you and Paula, and where Cindy fits in."

Morris hesitated then sat beside me. Our sexual harmony seemed to have given us an intimacy as if we had known each other for ages, and he opened up to me.

He and Paula had been married for over a year, but she and Cindy went way back to schooldays. Pouring his heart out to me I learned that Paula was somewhat sexually inhibited, and he had been trying to broaden her attitude. He gave the example that she wouldn't give him head, despite his love of it. He revealed that he had been too embarrassed to tell her about what we had done on the plane, and I heaved a sigh of relief. I didn't want to have to cope with a jealous wife.

He explained that she and Cindy were very close and he had even suspected them of being lovers. When he challenged her, she had strongly denied it, but confessed that she and Cindy had often expressed curiosity about having sex with a woman. When he asked if she would like to try it, she wouldn't commit herself, but he suspected that she would. Morris admitted to me that the idea of seeing his wife with another woman aroused him.

As I listened to him, my devious mind was working overtime. Although I didn't consider myself to be truly bi-sexual, I had enjoyed sex with other female models on several occasions and had thoroughly enjoyed it. I wanted to enjoy some more of Morris during the holiday, and I had been worried about Paula being in the way. Perhaps if I could get to work on her and Cindy . . . Who knows what we all might get up to, I mused.

"Why don't you introduce me to Paula and Cindy?" I suggested.

"I might get a bit lonely on my own," I lied with an innocent expression. "And you never know, Morris, I might be able to have some girl to girl talk with Paula about being more sexually adventurous."

Morris responded eagerly and seemed enthusiastic about the idea, especially as it would give him an excuse for seeing more of me, he said. We agreed that he would tell the women that he had met me in the hotel bar when I asked him for information about the area. He gave me a quick kiss and hurried off.

I lay back on the bed, my fertile, libidinous mind spinning with possibilities that I was sure I could arrange. This could be a real swingers' vacation I decided. When I fell asleep, my dreams were of a hot sweaty foursome; Morris, Paula, Cindy and me.