My Swinging Vacation 2
written by:
Jillbaby

MY SWINGING VACATION 2

Copyright - 2010 - By Jillbaby

FOREWORD - from Part 1

Jill is on vacation and on the first day has twice had sex with Morris who is staying at the same hotel. He has confided in her that his wife Paula is sexually inhibited, and Jill has offered to see if she could do anything about it.

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I slept deeply after my journey and the exciting sex I'd enjoyed. By the time I woke up, the sun was already shining brightly. I squinted at the clock beside the bed, and sighed wearily when I realised that I had missed breakfast.

I lay for a minute, luxuriating in the warmth of the sunlight and thought about the night before, about Morris - and his gorgeous cock. I cupped my breasts, rubbing my nipples with my thumbs until they were rock hard as images from the previous day and night played through my mind. What a start to my vacation!

Without even thinking about it, my hands wandered over my body, down over my flat tummy and onto my mound. I ran my fingers down the lips. I hadn't showered after Morris left and I could feel the usual sticky mixture seeping out.

My fingertips played across my clit, and my breathing became ragged as I teased the swelling flesh. My other hand was cupped around my pussy, one then two fingers slipping inside searching out the spot that arouses me so much. I could feel the slippery residue of semen, and my breathing quickened.

My fingers became a blur as they danced around my clit, and pumped into my hungry pussy. My mind was full of visions of Morris; of us together, of his mouth on my clit, of his cock inside me. Suddenly the idea of seducing Paula, Morris' wife flashed into my mind, and my back arched in anticipation of my approaching orgasm.

I imagined my fingers feeling the soft, clinging, sticky-wet cunt of a woman again; of soft lips on my breasts and clit, and her perfume filling my nostrils. I thrust my fingers deep inside my pussy, my body on fire and my legs twitching, as I came with an almost gentle, rolling eruption of pleasure.

I sighed happily, climbed out of bed, and headed to the bathroom for a shower. Afterwards, water dripping everywhere, I slid open the bedroom window and stepped out onto the private balcony, wrapping the towel loosely around my shoulders.

Sitting back on one of the chairs, I rested my feet on the small table, enjoying the warmth of the mid morning sun directly on my still tingling pussy - something I really love and enjoy on my flashing outings to the park at home.

My fingers idly combed my damp hair as I thought about the day ahead. Would Morris try to get me alone, or would he invite me into the company of his wife and her friend? After the sun had dried me, I slipped into a black bikini, pulled on a pair of denim shorts that barely covered my buttocks, and a loose fitting T- shirt. I stuffed a towel and a few toiletries into my shoulder bag and a few minutes later, I was heading towards the pool for a morning swim. I hadn't taken more than a few steps onto the pool sitting area, before I heard his voice.

"Good morning Jill."

I glanced over my shoulder, and there was handsome Morris, sitting at a table with two young women. They were positioned so near to the door, that I suspected that he had been watching for me.

"Come and join us," he invited.

I walked across and Morris introduced me, giving the women our previously agreed story that we had only chatted briefly in the bar. I could see why Morris had been drawn to Paula, and why he was disappointed, that she didn't use her gorgeous nineteen-year old body in more sexually adventurous ways.

She was tall and slim, with a mane of blonde hair and a beautiful face, complemented by subtle make-up. Her shoulders were bare except for the tiny spaghetti straps of her thin, white dress which had a scoop neck revealing a large amount of cleavage. Her ample breasts were clearly bra-less. She had a radiant beauty and her blue eyes shone out from an open, almost cherubic, face. Her wide smile was natural, with a hint of shyness. I marvelled at the combination of an innocent, child-like face and a body that would stop traffic.

Her friend Cindy was quite a contrast. She was maybe my age, with well-cut, short brown hair, and a lithe figure that suggested she exercised regularly. Her short grey skirt showed off her slender, tanned legs to perfection. The green silky T-shirt clung to small, firm breasts, making it obvious that she too wasn't wearing a bra.

However, the biggest difference between the two was the knowing look in Cindy's sultry, dark brown eyes as they probed into mine as if trying to read my thoughts. She looked rather sceptical of Morris's explanation of our meeting, and she appraised me carefully, as only a woman can examine another. There was something intimate in the way that her eyes scanned my body. I in turn, formed the impression that she was something of a sexual predator.

After the introductions there was an awkward pause, and feeling that I was intruding, I explained that having missed breakfast I needed to get a snack.

"Of course, sorry . . . please sit down and I'll get us some coffee and croissants," Morris offered eagerly.

The next half an hour flew by as we ate and chatted. I asked Cindy if she jogged.

"You can probably tell by the tan," she laughed, sitting up straight and swinging her legs out sideways from under the table.

I looked at her long toned legs, and then became aware of how her pose was pushing her breasts against her top, and how it clung to them. I felt a tingle go through me. Usually it is men who have this effect on me, although I had enjoyed a few lesbian experiences in the past. What was it about her? Men often ask me how I can tell when another woman fancies me, but it's impossible to give a definitive answer. We just know, somehow.

She smiled, as if sensing my thoughts, swung her legs back, and turned towards me.

"Are you headed for the beach or the pool?" she asked, nodding to the towel protruding from my bag.

I made a sudden change of plans.

"The beach," I told her, my voice catching a little.

"I hope you don't think I'm intruding, Cindy said, smiling like a conspirator. "But these two are due some personal time together so would it be all right if I come down there with you . . . that's if you don't mind?"

"Of course," I replied. "I'll be glad of the company. . . "

"Hold on a minute," Morris interjected, speaking to Cindy. "You promised to take me to that fishing tackle shop you found. How about showing me where it is, and then you can join Paula and Jill at the beach later, while I do a bit of fishing? Oh, and please join us for dinner tonight, Jill."

I smiled inwardly at how he had seized the opportunity to throw his wife and me together. I was interested in finding out more about Paula, for I was determined to try to carry out my promise to Morris to encourage her to enjoy more adventurous sex.

Paula looked slightly surprised, but after a pause the two women agreed to Morris's suggestion. I told Cindy that we would be at the farthest end of the hotel's private beach so that she could find us. Paula went to change and when she returned we bought some fruit and bottled water from the hotel shop to eat later for lunch, and then headed for the beach.

It wasn't far, across the road outside the hotel, and down a sandy path for a hundred yards or so. Once we were at the private beach, we showed our key cards, kicked off our sandals and walked barefoot along the edge of the sea, the warm water tickling our toes as it ebbed and flowed. I noticed that quite a few of the women were topless. We chatted easily, getting to know a little about each other. Paula was bubbly and friendly but I sensed a warm sensual core beneath her girlish demeanor.

The hotel provided lines of umbrellas and screens, with lounging mats set out under them. As I had expected, the enclosed beach became quieter the further we moved from the entrance. At the very end, we found an umbrella that wasn't being used. It had a screen surrounding three sides to offer shelter from the cool sea breeze.

We dropped our bags under the umbrella, and sat down on the quilted lounging mats. Even sheltered from the sun, it was hot, and with all my modelling experience, I felt no embarrassment about taking my clothes off.

I pulled my top over my head, undid my bikini top and dropped it on top of my bag. I saw Paula looking across at me, her eyes on my breasts and I felt my nipples tighten under her gaze. Without thinking about it, I sat up a little straighter, pushing my breasts out, wanting her to look.

"Go on then, why don't you do the same?" I invited. "It feels lovely."

She hesitated and then with a little smile, she pulled off her white sarong and undid her bikini top. Her large round breasts bounced slightly as they were freed, and it was my turn to stare. She must have had a 36B bra size, and her pink nipples rose, round and plump, from the large darker areolas. With the advantage of youth, her breasts still stood erect from her ribcage despite their ripe, fullness.

Looking a little embarrassed, Paula turned away from me as she bent to put her top into her bag giving me a perfect view of her lovely heart-shaped ass, naked apart from the tiny red bikini bottom. I could just make out the strip of material, between the firm shapely cheeks.

My pulse raced as I looked at her. I was going to enjoy testing her sensuality. As we chatted, I gradually introduced aspects of my sex and modelling life, and her eyes widened as she listened. While I was answering her questions about how it felt to be photographed in sexual scenes, I noticed that her round nipples were definitely firming, and she moved her hips as if trying to loosen her tight bikini thong from where it clung to her lips.

My next step was of course, the sun oil move, a standard in erotica. While I was oiling my body, I lingered over my breasts, watching Paula from the corner of my eye, and she stared a bit more than was necessary. I deliberately poured too much into the palm of my hand,

"Oops, I've got too much here; let me use it on your legs,"

Before she could reply I got to my knees with the bottle and starting at her feet, I gently smoothed the sun block into her soft skin. When I started to massage her feet, Paula groaned softly,

"Oh that's great, I love having my feet done."

Encouraged, I slowly moved higher, and higher, circling my palms and finger tips gently, but with more attention than was needed to simply apply sun block. I kept talking enticingly about the big cocks of the male models and how beautiful the females were. She parted her thighs a little to allow me to get to the insides and soon I dared to let my fingertips occasionally and "accidentally" brush the tightly drawn bulge of her bikini-clad lips. I was sure that I could feel dampness.

She gave a little start, at the first contact, but said nothing and I continued. I ran a fingernail along the line of the high-cut leg opening and saw her closed eyelids flutter. Just as I was preparing to slip my fingers under the pants, we heard a voice,

"Hi girls, it's me," and a beaming Cindy appeared. Paula, perhaps feeling guilty, abruptly sat upright and her face went crimson. However, Cindy didn't seem to notice her friend's embarrassment, as she dumped her bag and the lounging mat she was carrying. Then to our surprise, Paula quietly announced that she was going back to the hotel, as she had enjoyed enough sun for now on her pale skin.

"You two stay and enjoy yourself," she suggested, as she pulled on her top and gathered her things.

I wondered if she was feeling ashamed of almost succumbing to temptation, and what would have happened if Cindy hadn't arrived.

"Perhaps I'll see you later, and we can continue our conversation," I said teasingly, and she practically fled from the scene.

Cindy looked at me searchingly with those big brown eyes,

"What's wrong with her?" she queried.

"Oh, what with being topless, and me rubbing oil on her, I think it all became a bit too much for her. She seems very shy."

"Well I'm not," Cindy stated with a confident grin, quickly unclipping her bikini top. Her breasts were pert, but by no means small. Gently curved, they seemed to sweep upwards to the nipples, the dark brown, rubbery flesh already erect.

"Why don't you join me for a swim?" She asked.

"Sure, why not?"

I stood up, as Cindy smiled at me, her eyes moving slowly over my almost naked body, and lingering on my breasts. With a laugh, she grabbed my hand and led the way to the sea. We swam and played around for a while, enjoying the warm sea on our bodies. When we went back up the beach, we dropped down onto the sun beds in the partial shade of the umbrella and let the warm air dry us.

When I applied some more sun block and rolled over onto my tummy, my legs spread provocatively, I somehow knew what would happen next. Bang on cue, Cindy asked the obvious question.

"Would you like me to rub some sun oil on your back, Jill?" I began to wonder which of us was doing the leading-on.

"That would be lovely, thanks," I replied, suppressing a smile.

Apart from anything else, I sensed a kindred spirit in Cindy and wanted to recruit her help in educating Paula. Cindy's hands were smooth and yet firm, as they roamed gently over my back, spreading out the thin, scented oil which was warm from the sun. Her fingers began to glide around in figures of eight across my back, and several times her fingers brushed the sides of my breasts, as if testing me. When I raised myself on my elbows, she took the hint and soon her warm oily hands cupped both breasts.

"I might as well do these as well," she chuckled. I just gave a soft, "Mmmm, that feels nice," in response.

However, despite the fact that I was becoming aroused, I was determined to start my inquisition and I turned and sat up.

"While you have oil on your hands will you do my legs please?"

Cindy smiled and started on my feet as I smoothed the oil suggestively into my nipples.

"You and Paula seem very close," I remarked casually.

"Yes we are . . . well in some ways anyway," she replied cautiously.

"Have you ever done anything like this with her," I enquired, moving my legs further apart than was necessary. There was silence, and then her hands slid lingeringly over my thighs and she kneaded them gently with her fingers.

"Ooohh that's lovely," I purred invitingly. "Well have you?" I persisted. Don't you sometimes wish that you and Paula could . . . ?"

Finally she replied,

"Well we've never . . . not like this . . . although I've been tempted," she admitted, as her oily fingers glided along the insides of my thighs. "She's rather straight-laced about sex because of her upbringing with strict parents, and I wouldn't want to spoil our friendship."

"Gosh, what a waste of a lovely body," I chuckled

. I let my words trail away. As if in reply, her hands reached the tops of my thighs, her thumbs just grazing my pussy lips. I floated on a cloud of anticipation wondering if she would go further, and I made a little encouraging movement with my hips. Her fingers were hovering at the leg openings when a group of people appeared, chattering noisily and put down their towels in full view of us. We both froze, and I felt a surge of frustration.

"Cindy, I think, I've had enough sun. Why don't we head back? I've got a nice bottle of white wine in my room fridge," I whispered.

"That sounds lovely," was the throaty response, and her hands moved away. "And in my bag I've got just the thing to soothe our skin after being out in the sun," she smiled.

It sounded good, and minutes later, we were heading back along the beach. I hadn't bothered to put my bikini top back on under my T-shirt and I could feel my nipples getting harder and harder as they rubbed gently against the silky material. By the time we were back at the hotel, they were like pebbles. In the elevator, I could still smell the scented sun oil and my pussy throbbed gently. My vacation had taken an unusual turn.

As we stepped into the cool room, I suddenly felt nervous. My most recent sex with a woman had been with fellow-model Jana. However, we had been close friends for quite a while before we did it, and I had only just met Cindy. She was close behind me and I could sense the tension rising now that we were alone. I froze as she reached out and touched my shoulder, her hand seeming to burn into my skin.I turned slowly to face her, the look of lust on her face probably matching mine. Perhaps sensing my uncertainty, she reached into her bag and pulled out a bottle of lotion.

"Shall we?" she asked, breaking the tension as she waved the bottle of body lotion at me. Almost relieved, I nodded and walked towards the bed.

"Me, first," Cindy laughed, handing me the bottle.

Seconds later, totally unabashed, she was stretched out naked on my bed on top of a bath towel.

"Well it's not just models that can get naked you know, and you've seen it all before," she chuckled.

She was lying on her front, her legs slightly apart and her perfect ass straight in front of me as I stood at the end of the bed. It might have been my imagination, but I was sure that I could see a hint of moisture at her pussy lips. Her head was resting on her arms, and as I stood motionless, staring at the firm curves of her body, she spoke,

"The oil can stain, so you'll need to be careful, with your clothes," she warned, "unless you want to slip your clothes off . . ."

I smiled. I had been right about her sexual tastes. I continued to wonder if I could enlist her as an ally to work on Paula. I slipped my shorts off, bending over as Cindy watched me. Straightening up, I swept my T- shirt over my head, my pussy throbbing and my nipples tingling. I heard her breathing quicken as she watched me, my arms above my head, my firm breasts thrust forward and my nipples erect, and pointed.

I pulled off my bikini bottom and picking up the bottle of lotion from the bedside unit, I crawled onto the bed, my breasts swaying. I poured a little of the oil into my hand and smoothed it onto her back. Although this was really no different to putting on sun tan lotion while on the beach, it felt different, very different, especially when Cindy let out a deep sigh of pleasure each time my hands reached the crease of her buttocks.

I moved around and straddled her legs so that I could run both hands up and down her back. Each time I reached the base of her spine, she pushed her perfect ass up a little, murmuring,

"Lower . . ."

Gradually, when I could feel her begin to writhe against the towel, my hands moved onto her ass, rubbing the oil gently into her firm cheeks. But when my fingertips brushed her hot, damp cunt lips, I pulled away and paused. Cindy seemed to wait for me to continue, but still I hesitated. Could I be misinterpreting her moves and wishes? My fingers were tingling from the contact, but eventually, it was Cindy who moved, and spoke, breaking the impasse.

"Would you like me to do you, now?" she asked, her voice catching in her throat a little as she twisted under me to turn over. Without a word, I moved off her body and she rolled over and sat up, her chest flushed, and her eyes wide and glazed.

Trembling slightly, I lay down on my stomach, and she straddled my legs, dripped some lotion onto my back and began to rub it in gently. Her hands moved slowly over my hot skin, sending delightful frissons through my body. They moved confidently, sweeping lower and lower towards my naked ass, and further and further up my sides towards the soft swell of my breasts.

As her hands caressed me, Cindy moved to straddle only one of my legs. She lowered herself and I felt the tickle of her trimmed bush and then the wetness of her hot pussy sliding against my thigh, leaving a trail of her juices across my skin. She leaned forwards and I felt her nipples graze my back for a fleeting second before I felt her mouth on me for the first time. She lifted my hair and kissed me lightly on the back of my neck, then down my spine, all the time rubbing her pussy urgently against my thigh.

Then I gasped when at last Cindy's finger tips fluttered across my pussy. The shock was like electricity and I raised my ass to urge her on. I cried out with joy, when at last she pushed one, then two fingers inside me, her thumb stretching out to rest on my asshole. Reflexively, my legs flew wide apart, making room for her to finger me harder, deeper, my ass pushing up to meet her hand.

Her fingers and thumb were moving as one, driving me relentlessly towards an orgasm as her other hand slipped under me to hold my breast. I pressed against it, my body quivering with pleasure as I tried to move in time with her finger-fucking. As my head spun with pleasure, I reached up and grabbed the end of the bed to free my breasts as Cindy began to rub and pinch my rock hard nipple with her free hand.

Seconds later a wonderful orgasm crashed through me. As my cunt went into spasms, I drew my legs together, trapping Cindy's hand, holding her fingers inside my clamping pussy. She caressed my breast as I slowly calmed down, and I rolled onto my side, releasing her hand from between my legs. I watched as she smilingly sucked her fingers, glistening with my juices, one at a time, her eyes locked on mine.

When she had finished licking her fingers, Cindy lay down opposite me, our bodies only inches apart. She looked at me searchingly, and asked in a whisper if I was okay. I nodded happily, having enjoyed sex with another woman again.

Now that she had led the way, I leaned forward and kissed her softly, our lips barely touching at first. I felt her tongue flick across my lips, meeting mine. We edged closer together, reaching out for each other as our mouths melted together, our tongues dancing across each other. It's difficult to explain, but kissing a woman feels totally different than doing it with a man. In a bizarre way, it sometimes feels as if you are kissing yourself.

I eased her onto her back, as I reached across to caress her breasts, and our moans blended as I bent over to kiss her again, our tongues meeting once more. Her breasts were springy under my hand, her nipples taut and dark. She moaned as I broke our kiss, and then sighed as I kissed her breasts, before drawing her rubbery nipple into my mouth.

As I sucked it, tasting her, teasing her with my tongue, I slid my hand over her flat belly towards her mound. I passed across the trimmed pubes to the smooth, soft skin of her lips. I felt her stickiness as my fingers explored her clit and pussy. Suddenly Cindy grabbed my wrist, pushing herself up to meet my fingers as she guided them inside her.

I sucked eagerly on her nipples, drawing more of her breast into my mouth. I was doing to Cindy what I would want to be done to me and I knew what she was feeling. I twisted my head a little so that I could watch as my fingers plunged inside her, fucking her hard, one of her hands on my wrist guiding and encouraging me, the other stroking her clit.

Her panting filled the room, and then with a long drawn out moan she was cumming, her pussy squeezing my fingers tightly. She grabbed my hair and pulled me towards her breasts as her orgasm continued to draw gurgling wails of ecstasy from her trembling body.

It seemed many minutes before we parted, our breathing returning to normal. She laughed a trifle self-consciously, at her fierce climax and I lay back and let Cindy move close beside me, her arm over me, as our naked bodies pressed together. Neither of us spoke, but I guessed that we were both wondering if we would be repeating this during the next few days, of the vacation.

We lay relaxed in our newfound intimacy, drank the cool wine, and chatted about sex. I learned that she was bi-sexual, but had sex with women only occasionally, much like me. She had never dared to make a move on Paula in case it spoiled their friendship. Similarly, Morris had never come on to her, she said. I decided to take a risk and I told her what had happened between Morris and me.

Cindy laughed at the blowjob incident,

"You are a wicked slut," she chuckled, looking impressed.

She didn't appear to be too surprised about Morris and said that she had suspected him of having affairs with other women. She was very sympathetic when I explained about Morris' need for Paula to be more sexually adventurous. Her dark sultry eyes lit up and she became very enthusiastic when I floated the idea of us seducing Paula and maybe even involving Morris in a foursome.

Eagerly, we plotted together, as only women can, how we would go about it, and when she left to change for dinner, we were both buzzing with excitement.

My, this was turning into a vacation to remember, I thought happily, as I showered. I had just finished when Morris phoned. They had made a sudden decision to have a night out and to eat out at an Indonesian restaurant that had been recommended to him and I was invited to join them. I like Chinese food but not the hot Indian or Asian cuisine, so I regretfully declined. I quite fancied a quiet evening after the day's excitement - or so I thought. Morris sounded disappointed, but said that they would see me in the bar when they got back or at breakfast in the morning.

I watched the news on satellite TV for a while, and then dressed for dinner. I had my eye on a handsome young waiter called Tony who had flirted with me a few times already. This could be my opportunity when I was on my own, and I wondered if he would be on duty. I chose a simple, short green summer dress, sleeveless with a high neck; a white thong and my stilettos. You never know who you might meet, I told myself - prophetically as it turned out.

I hovered at the dining room door and as luck would have it, Tony spotted me. His eyes lit up and he rushed to greet me, ushering me to a table in his area with theatrical Latin charm. I had just made up my mind to encourage him, when Morris appeared at my elbow.

"I thought that you . . ." I started.

"I wriggled out of it," he beamed. "I said that I had a touch of indigestion and that the two women should go anyway. I know that they both love that kind of food, so they agreed. Now you won't be alone for dinner - or afters," he finished, with a cheeky grin.

My pulse quickened as I gazed into his sparkling brown eyes. The disappointed looking Tony would have to wait until another day, and I gave him a secret, encouraging smile in the meantime.

Dinner reminded me of a scene from a film where the two lovers ate their meal faster and faster, their eyes glued to each other. As soon as we had finished, we declined coffee and I grabbed Morris' hand and led him to the elevator. We kissed feverishly on the way up to my room, and I could feel his cock hardening as his hands roamed over my breasts through the thin dress.

When we reached my room, Morris had to rush to the bathroom for a pee. When he came out his eyes lit up when he saw me naked on the bed, with one hand cupping my mound, the other stroking a breast. I stood up as he came into my arms and I could feel the heat of his body through his shirt against my naked skin as I pressed against him. I wrapped an arm around his neck and pulled him to me, my tongue snaking into his mouth as our lips met.

Our kiss set my greedy pussy bubbling all over again, and I clung to him, my knees feeling weak as a surge of desire washed through me. This was going to be a first for me - fucking a woman and a man, separately, on the same day.

I fell back on the bed, beckoning him to join me. He stripped in record time, and again I saw him naked. My eyes raked over his powerful chest, his hard, flat belly, and his muscular thighs. But they focussed on his lovely hard cock quivering against his belly as he eagerly moved to the side of the bed.

For a few seconds I just stared at his cock, watching it sway in front of me. I moved towards him, swinging my legs around so that I was sitting on the edge of the bed, and reached out to take his shaft in my hand, squeezing as I flicked a bead of pre-cum away from his cock head with my tongue. I reached for his balls and held his cock flat against his belly, listening to his heavy breathing as I licked slowly along his cock, from the base of his shaft to the tip.

I left wet trails behind as I ran my lips back down the thick shaft and sucked one of his balls into my mouth, rolling it gently around with my tongue while my hand slid slowly up and down his shaft. Morris eased his legs apart and I slipped my hand between them, probing gently on his anus as my mouth moved from his balls back up his cock.

I pulled the springy shaft towards me and sank my mouth down onto him, making him grunt as I sucked half his length into my hungry mouth. He reached for my head, his fingers entwined in my mass of hair as his hips jerked forward, fucking my mouth, my tongue rubbing across his cock head and along his shaft.

Morris eased away, his heavy cock springing free with a pop as it escaped my clinging lips. He eased me down and moved between my legs as I wrapped them around him and welcomed his cock into me.

We had little time before Paula and Cindy returned, so he fucked me hard, which was just what I needed. Despite enjoying women, I will always prefer men. My breasts swung wildly, as he pounded my cunt. He caught my nipple between his teeth, sucking and biting me as his hips drove his cock into me. I gripped his firm ass, searching gently with one hand for his puckered hole while digging my nails into his buttock with the other.

I guessed that he hadn't fucked Paula that day for he came quickly with an animal-like roar. His thick cum flooded my pussy in spurts and he remained buried inside me as we clung to each other.

Despite my excitement I suddenly needed to go to the bathroom, and when I came out Morris was leaning over the balcony, staring out into the gathering dusk. He was still naked, his firm ass pointing towards me. My clit was longing for relief and when I glanced at my watch and saw that we still had time, I padded quietly across the room, and out onto the balcony to join him.

He didn't move as I wrapped my arms around him and he moaned softly as I pressed my breasts against his back. He grunted as I slid one hand onto his flat belly, and the other down onto his cock. I wrapped my fingers around his shaft, feeling it stir almost immediately. I stroked him slowly, my mouth making little damp trails over his back and I felt his cock steadily swelling until he was almost fully hard again.

He turned and changed places with me, spinning me around to face away from him, and I held the balcony rail for support. Again I was glad of the relative privacy of my balcony, even in the dusk. It was my turn to moan as he wrapped his arms around me, cupping my mound and breasts in his strong hands as he pressed his cock against my ass. I leaned back against him, wanting to feel more of his dick as it pressed along the tight cleft between my ass cheeks.

I arched my back, pushing my bottom at him as he slid his fingers along my cum smeared pussy lips. His other hand was still stroking my breasts, his fingers pinching at my swollen nipples. I moaned and wiggled my ass against him, wanting his hard cock inside me again. I eased away a little, and bent forward, and his cock slid down my crack and between my thighs.

I moaned softly as his cock head nudged against my slick opening. I reached down and held his throbbing shaft, stroking him for a moment to full firmness before rubbing him against my slit. I teased him there for a moment savouring his heat and hardness as he pushed impatiently; then I guided it to the right spot.

I gasped as Morris drove his cock into me in one long, steady thrust of his hips. My pussy gripped it, drawing him in, holding him tight and I could feel the cum from his previous fuck, squelching out of me onto my thighs. He held still, and then eased himself out again, to tease me, leaving just the head of his cock inside my leaking pussy. Then he did it again, and again, and again; every long, deep thrust sending spasms of delight through every fibre of my body.

As I leaned forward, my arms outstretched for support, my breasts swung in time to his driving cock. I gripped the rail around the balcony with one hand, my knuckles going white as I clung on to steady to myself as he pounded into me. My other hand slithered down my body to my clit.

I rubbed myself frantically, seeing sparks of light behind my closed eyelids as I came at last with a long shuddering wail, uncaring as to who might hear me. My legs weakened as my climax ripped through me and I sagged. Morris dragged me back against him, wrapping a strong arm around my waist and holding me tight as he continued to drive his pumping cock into my limp body. He squeezed one breast in his other hand, until he powered into me one last time, flooding me with yet more warm semen.

I leaned against the balcony rail; the metal cool in the night air against my hot, sweating skin. My body shuddered as both our climaxes ran their course. My legs felt like rubber, and only his supporting arms stopped me from sliding to the floor. When Morris's cock eventually slipped out of me, I straightened up slowly and turned in his arms. He held me tightly until the strength came back into my legs and I stood on tiptoes and kissed him softly.

We sat on the balcony seats as stars appeared in the cloudless sky. Time was short so I quickly related my experiences with both Paula and Cindy. He looked very surprised at first but then his face split into an approving smile.

"Why, the little devil," he mused. "I never suspected Cindy of being so sexy or liking women. And you reckon that Paula was up for it too?"

When I went on to explain what plans Cindy and I had for Paula, he smiled even more.

"Do you really think you can get her to have sex with you and Cindy?" he asked doubtfully.

"Well we're going to have a damned good try," I chuckled. "She nearly let herself go with me this afternoon and I feel that there's a hell of a lot of sensuality in her waiting to break free. I reckon that there's a better chance of her being tempted to experiment sexually with another woman than with a man; especially on a vacation. If she does eventually turn into a hottie, you'll owe me big-time," I joked.

Morris looked at his watch and hurried indoors to dress. We had agreed that when Paula returned it would look better to her if he was in the bar by himself. He would say that I went to bed early.

"Good luck with whatever you plan for Paula tomorrow," he called over his shoulder. "See you at breakfast - nine o'clock sharp."

Later, I was in bed and nearly asleep when the phone rang. Cindy sounded excited as she outlined her plan. She had been looking through the tourist information in the hotel foyer. Tenerife, where we were staying had many clubs catering for the large numbers of tourists who visited and she had discovered one club which was open all day and featured lap dancers. Private booths were available.

She had discussed it with Morris and the idea was for the four of us to go and see how Paula reacted to something totally new and erotic. I immediately agreed that it was worth a try and I had to admit to myself that Cindy had a wicked imagination. I suspected that she was now relishing the prospect of getting it on with Paula and probably with Morris too. She always had me to blame if it didn't work out, I chuckled.

The thoughts of what might happen at the club, and Paula's reactions, excited me. Even so, I quickly fell into a restless sleep punctuated by erotic dreams involving the four of us; including one where I was holding Morris's cock while licking his wife's pussy.

TO BE CONTINUED