My Swinging Vacation - 4
written by:
Jillbaby

MY SWINGING VACATION - 4

Copyright -2010 - by Jillbaby.

FOREWORD

At the time of writing, Parts 2 and 3 are still available outside the archives. I recommend that you read them first. Simply click on my name in the site story header and my list of stories is shown.

PREVIOUSLY

Jill has been modeling for about a year, and has taken a week off for a vacation in Tenerife, a Spanish holiday resort in the Canary Islands. On the flight there, the young female flight attendant makes the standard announcement offer to passengers to ask for anything they require. Jill overhears a handsome young man called Morris jokingly whisper to his companion (his wife Paula) that a blowjob from the attendant would be very welcome.

On the spur of the moment, and getting into a horny mood ready for the sexy vacation that she always hopes for, Jill follows Morris to the plane toilet, and to his immense surprise and delight, gives him a great blowjob.

Later they discover that they are staying at the same hotel, and end up fucking in Jill's room. Afterwards they chat about their sex lives. In the after-glow of the fuck, Morris pours out his heart to her and sadly confides that Paula, his wife of around a year, is sexually inhibited. She won't give or accept head, for example, and Morris tells Jill how desperate he is for her to become more sexually adventurous.

Having learned that Jill has had bi-sexual experiences and is very laid-back about sex, he asks her if she could possibly talk to Paula during the vacation, and perhaps find some ways of reducing her inhibitions. Jill is intrigued and agrees to try to help. Morris introduces her to Paula and her friend Cindy who is on vacation with them. Jill senses a kindred sexual spirit in Cindy and also suspects that Paula may be suppressing a strongly sensual nature.

Jill almost succeeds in seducing Paula, but they are interrupted. Later Jill has a torrid session on the beach, with Cindy who agrees to help Jill and Morris to awaken Paula's sexuality.

Later they visit a lap dancing club to test Paula's reaction and purchase a "dance" in a private room. After Jill and Morris have sex with the seductive young dancer, Paula succumbs to temptation and gives Morris a blowjob - her first ever.

The friends head back to the hotel and Paula's sexual development continues as they enjoy a foursome. Part 4 continues from there.

In addition to all this, Jill has been flirting with a sexy young waiter called Tony and hopes to fuck him sometime. However, since there is only one man in their current group, she now suggests to her friends that she should invite him to join the four for some swinging sex.

PART FOUR

Cindy was begging me to lick her, after she had been fucked by Morris, so I crawled across the bed to where she lay. My body was buzzing with sexual arousal, and I still hadn't cum. However I was keen to know how Paula was reacting to the dramatic changes in her sex life after having performed her first blowjob and taken part in a foursome. I looked across at her, but her eyes were closed as Morris lovingly cradled her in his arms, so I concentrated on Cindy.

I looked down at her pussy lips, still puffy and gaping from the hard fuck she had just enjoyed. I hesitated when I saw the semen from her slit oozing over the trimmed brown pubes; licking a cum-covered cunt would be a first for me, even with my girl/girl experience. Then I reasoned that there was nothing to worry about; I had swallowed plenty of cum in my day - including Morris's and I had also sucked Cindy's sweet pussy before.

I smiled and began to lick her inner thighs, speckled with dried cum. Her fingers played with my hair and with each lick her thighs quivered slightly as my tongue moved closer to her waiting pussy. Her perfume was different today, with a fresh citrus tang but it couldn't mask her sexual muskiness as she began to moisten all over again. My tongue found her lips and as I tasted Morris's saltiness, she moaned softly.

My hands slid up over her belly as my mouth opened wide to suck her clit. I wanted to suck that little clit of hers until she came as I had done to her the other day. The mix of cum and her arousal juices dribbled over my chin as I locked my lips around her stiff nub. I slid two fingers into her slack, sticky crevice and she squeaked with delight as they found her sensitive spot. My other hand slid higher to a firm pointed breast, I squeezed the rubbery nipple and then began to suck her pussy in earnest.

After I had licked away the slight saltiness of Morris's cum, she tasted so sweet and yet musky at the same time. My tongue glided along the length of her puffy lips, stopping short of her clit, which was protruding pink and hard from under its hood. Her slit was still slack from her fucking and I easily wriggled my tongue into it, making her squirm. I teased her for a while, pulling back and sucking her lips into my mouth and then sliding my tongue inside her hot cunt again. My right hand had slipped under her and a finger was playing with her ass hole which was wet and slippery from semen and her flowing juices.

Then I made my first contact with her clit, sending a shudder through her body and her pelvis lifted, mashing her pussy against my mouth. Taking her clit gently between my lips, I flicked my tongue gently over the tip. On a sudden impulse, I pushed my finger into her ass hole, probing just inside the clenching ring, wondering if she was into anal sex. She felt reasonably loose and guessing that I was not the first inside her ass, I pushed deeper entering a second finger.

Instead of protesting she started to buck her hips under the combined stimulus she was receiving. Going for broke, I supported myself on my forearms and slid three fingers into her slick cunt and reamed her firmly. "Ohhh fuck," she suddenly screamed.

Totally oblivious to the other two in the room, sensual Cindy cried out over and over,

"Ohhh . . . oh that's it . . . oh you clever bitch . . . yes . . . yes there!"

My mouth kept filling, as my coated, slippery fingers reamed her cunt and ass and I swallowed the sweet/acrid/salty mix until my head spun from the potent taste. Then I felt a distinct quivering of her clit against my tongue and her thighs clamped against my head as she came with a gurgling groan of relief.

"Ohhh fuck yes . . . oh yes" she moaned and her thighs relaxed and flopped apart again.

With Paula's head tucked into his chest, Morris smiled across at me as if to say, well done. When Cindy recovered, she murmured,

"That was great Jill, but we need another man. You must definitely introduce your sexy waiter Tony to us as you suggested."

I was about to suggest that Cindy should attend to my own hungry pussy, when I noticed that Morris and his wife were kissing tenderly and they seemed very happy. I felt that we should leave them alone and allow Paula to reflect on her recent sexual activities. Perhaps I had accomplished my mission, but time would tell.

"Let's go to my room," I whispered to Cindy. "We'll leave these love-birds alone for a spell."

We quickly dressed and Morris winked back happily as we waved goodbye.

"See you in the bar later," I called as Cindy and I left.

Back at my room I poured us a drink as we discussed the change in Paula.

"Well you know her a lot better than I do," I said. "Do you think she'll feel guilty about her lesbian session with us? And how will she cope with you having fucked Morris?"

"I honestly don't know, Jill," Cindy sighed. "She certainly seems to have been hiding how hot she is from everybody - including Morris. Mind you, you saw how much she enjoyed it all. I honestly can't see her becoming tight-assed again after that."

After some further chat we decided that we would just have to wait and see. Then naughty Cindy suggested that next day we should visit a lingerie and sex toy shop that she had spotted down a side-street in town. It occurred to me that she had done a lot of exploring in town, while I had concentrated on exploring Morris.

"Good idea. That will give the other two sometime by themselves tomorrow," I replied. Cindy nodded in agreement and looked at her watch,

"Fuck . . . just look at the time. Oh, did we tell you that we've arranged to eat out tonight and have a look at a gift shop after dinner? You're welcome to join us of course." My heart sank; I wasn't interested in buying tatty gifts.

"It's less than an hour until we're due to meet," she continued. "Do you mind if I go for a shower and get ready, Jill?" I was still feeling horny, but told her that was fine. As she was leaving, I called to her,

"Tell you what Cindy, just leave me out tonight, I fancy an early night."

I was lying of course. In fact my pussy was still tingling from having Morris's cock in it and if I fancied an early bed, it was only one with a man fucking me in it.

"Don't spend too much money, and I'll see you all at breakfast," I told her as she left.

I suddenly pictured the firm, tight ass of Tony the handsome young waiter. He had served me on my first meal at the hotel, when I was on my own and we had enjoyed some flirtatious chat. He hadn't served us when I ate with the other three, but we exchanged meaningful glances across the room.

He was around my height and age, slim with dark curly hair, and wickedly mischievous brown eyes. He moved between the tables with an agile grace and I had been eying his tight butt whenever I got the chance.

I decided to wait until it was nearly time for them to finish serving dinner, in the hope of getting a table at the section where Tony served. When I undressed, my body reeked with the heady and unmistakable odor of sex from my day's activities. I find that very arousing and was tempted not to wash, as I felt my lust beginning to bubble. However I behaved myself and enjoyed a leisurely shower, managing to keep my fingers away from my clit. I wanted to be on top form in case I was lucky.

I spent some time on my makeup. I used lavender eye shadow to complement the blue in my eyes. Then I produced a smoky look by gently smudging dark gray eye-liner to softly blend with the lavender at the edges - and of course, plenty of mascara. Nothing else, apart from pale coral lip gloss to match my nail varnish. I finished with a light spray of floral scent over my breasts and down between my thighs.

I selected the only formal dress I had brought - an expensive black taffeta number which was beautifully cut. Without being too obviously tight, it hugged my figure, enhancing my slim waist and the curve of my hips. The skirt was as short as it could be and still look classic, stopping slightly beyond mid-thigh. It was sleeveless and the halter top revealed just enough cleavage to tantalize. No bra of course, just a tiny black thong.

My bare, glossed legs ended in my peep-toe, strappy black four inch stilettos, enhancing the muscles in my calves. I brushed my hair until the auburn hues glowed and slipped on a simple gold throat chain, and a matching one on my right ankle.

Yes I was definitely on the prowl. If Tony fell through, then there would be others, I hoped. The company of my friends had been lovely, but now I craved the thrill of being a lone wolverine. Flicking through a magazine, I enjoyed a couple of vodka tonics from the fridge. I kept an eye on the time and when I knew that dinner would be nearly over, I went down.

As I had expected the dining room wasn't very busy and I casually wandered over to the menu board just inside the entrance. My heart rose when I heard the familiar softly accented voice from behind me,

"Good evening madam. May I be of assistance?"

I knew it was Tony. And when I turned around quickly, I caught him gazing at my ass with his dark, smoldering eyes. My pussy tingled, as with quiet confidence, he undressed me with his eyes as they moved slowly upwards. My legs felt weak as he looked at me, making no attempt to hide what he was thinking. I could feel my nipples hardening into tight peaks that poked against the thin fabric of my dress.

Then he gave me his enchanting smile; his brown eyes twinkled and his whole face lit up. He bowed with a Latin flourish and led me towards a table, standing closer than necessary as he handed me the menu. My pussy still throbbed from all the excitement of the afternoon, and it took all my self-control to stop me from grabbing his ass. I gave him my best thank you smile and tried to focus on the menu.

My appetite for food was as nothing compared to what I wanted for afters - and I don't mean dessert. I settled for a prawn salad and some crisp bread rolls. As if reading my mind, he leaned close as he served me, until his face was almost touching mine and I caught a whiff of fresh cologne.

The meal passed in a blur, and when I had finished, Tony asked if I would like a liqueur. I ordered a brandy, watching his perfect ass and snake-like hips as he walked away to get my drink. By now I was one of only a handful of diners. I wondered how I should make my move, but I needn't have bothered.

When he brought my drink, Tony asked where my companions had gone. When I explained, he calmly announced that he was off duty now, and gazing into my eyes, he asked me if I would care to drink by the pool and if he could join me. I smiled to myself, realizing that he would have had plenty of practice in picking up female guests. At least he had made my job easy. Of course I agreed and he carried my drink out to a table in the cool of the evening.

I had scarcely taken a few sips when he was back, his eyes gleaming like an eager puppy. He had changed into a pale blue shirt, but was still in the same tight black trousers and as he stood over me I was very aware of the prominent bulge at his crotch. He sat down and we chatted easily. His English was very good and he had a natural, bubbly charm, which I found nicer than the macho, swaggering approaches sometimes used by men when trying to impress me.

After a while he explained that he had only recently started to work at the hotel and had never seen inside any of the guests' rooms. He wondered what they liked like. Feeble though the excuse was, it was good enough for me and with my heart pounding, I invited him to come up and have a look.

My pussy was lubricating like mad, and it desperately needed to be taken care of. As soon as the elevator doors closed, Tony backed me into a corner, his hand reaching under my dress even as his lips met mine. I shuddered and moaned into his mouth as he pulled my thong to one side and his fingers gently eased my swollen lips apart; one, then two, fingers slid easily through my wetness. He fucked me with them, slowly then faster. The elevator stopped, but I didn't care, I just wanted him to continue. Even when the doors started to slide open, all I could think of was the pleasure he was giving me.

My breathing was ragged as I grabbed his head and pulled him tighter to me. Eventually, I became aware of the elevator doors being open, and of the clicking of heels on the glazed floor. Tony slipped out his fingers and I hurriedly pulled my thong back over my dripping pussy and straightened my dress. The outline of Tony's hardon was clearly visible as I grabbed his hand and led him out of the elevator, just as another couple arrived.

As soon as my bedroom door closed behind us, Tony swept my dress over my head, and pulled down my thong. He groaned as I leaned forward and pushed my naked mound against his hardness; his arms came up between us and my breasts filled his hands for the first time. We both moaned as he tugged at my already erect nipples, sending sharp ripples of pleasure to my already swollen clit.

Thrusting my tongue into his mouth as our lips crushed together, I tugged open his shirt buttons and pulled the sides apart, pressing my naked breasts to his warm bare chest. My hands slid down his belly as we kissed breathlessly, and I undid his belt and pushed it to one side. After fumbling with his waist button impatiently with my trembling fingers, I pulled his zip down and reached into his shorts.

I gasped as I greedily clutched the hot hard flesh of his cock in my hand. I so badly needed a man after all the lesbian stuff. I broke from the kiss and looked down between us. My white hand looked tiny against his big brown shaft. I groaned and slid my hand along his length as we renewed our kissing, our tongues dancing wildly.

I dropped to my knees, and as his cock bobbed against his hard flat belly, I stared for a moment, appreciating how thick it was. I moaned and leant forward to greedily suck him into my mouth. Tony leaned back against the wall as I sucked on his cock before slowly licking it from top to bottom. Then shaking with excitement, I pushed it up against his belly and licked his balls, sucking them into my mouth one at a time.

Tony grabbed my head, his fingers entwined in my hair as I held his shaft and guided it back down to my mouth. I stroked with my fingers, my hand moving faster and faster as I sucked on him harder and harder. I drew him even deeper into my mouth, as he began to fuck me back, his hips rocking backwards and forwards.

I was getting ready to deepthroat him, but he groaned loudly, his body tensed and the first jet of his thick cum rocketed into my mouth. I continued to suck hard, my lips sliding up and down his thick shaft as his cum poured into my mouth. I kept my mouth sealed around his cock, the veins throbbing against my lips, as I greedily sucked and swallowed all he had to offer.

When his last spurt of semen was safely in my mouth, I stood up, his cock still in my hand, and looked at him as I swallowed. I felt his cock twitch as he watched a dribble escaping from the corner of my mouth. Then I leaned forward to kiss him. At first, he hesitated, and then my lips were on his, our tongues dancing across each other as he tasted his own essence.

We walked across the room and settled on the bed. I lay on my back with Tony on his side, his hand resting lightly on my belly. He leaned over to kiss me, his semi-hard cock pressing against the outside of my thigh as our lips met and our tongues explored. His hand moved slowly downwards, over my belly and I gasped in anticipation as his fingers moved towards my pussy. But then they moved away as he reached lower to teasingly run his fingertips over the soft skin on the insides of my thighs.

Desperately, I reached down for his cock, feeling him grow as I stroked his thickening shaft. His fingers were on my pussy now, teasing my clit before stroking through the folds of skin to find their way inside me. His other hand was on my breast, caressing me, and then teasing my nipple. As I whimpered with frustration, he broke our long, lingering kiss and licked his way down to my other nipple, devouring it hungrily as he sucked it into his mouth.

Tony was rock hard in my hand now, and my pussy, my whole body, was screaming out for cock -- for his cock - for him. He rolled onto his back, pulling me on top of him. My breasts were squashed against the firm muscles of his chest; his cock hot and hard against my wet pussy. Our mouths were locked together as I wriggled against him, rubbing my pussy around his cock, desperate to guide him inside me.

Then, in desperation, I sat up and straddled him my eyes burning into his. I reached behind for him, until my fingers encircled the hot flesh. Slowly I lowered myself onto his cock, gasping gratefully as he stretched and filled me. Tony reached for my breasts, tweaking my stiff nipples as I began to ride him greedily. When I bent forward and grabbed the headboard for leverage, my breasts swayed above Tony's hungry mouth and he raised his head to suck and bite my nipples. His hips bounced off the bed to meet my descending hips, driving his cock into me faster and deeper as my cries became louder and louder in time with the creaking of the bed springs.

I came at last - blessed relief. My juices flooded around his thick cock, as my cunt clenched and unclenched and I screamed repeatedly. But, no sooner had my spasms subsided, and my screams faded away, than Tony rolled me over on my back, his cock still embedded inside me. He continued to fuck me as I clung to the headboard, my breasts bouncing with every driving thrust of his hips.

I felt as if I was floating on the edge of another wonderful orgasm, and then he moved us again. His cock slipped out of me as he rolled me over into the doggy position on my hands and knees and drove his cock back inside my hot and willing pussy from behind. He cupped my breasts in his big hands as he used them to draw me into his strokes. Every thrust seemed to trigger another wave of pleasure through my quivering cunt, and my head was spinning from the hard virile fucking I was receiving. Hell, I'm such a horny slut.

Then he held my hips as my arms braced to support me against his lunges. My breasts swayed wildly beneath me as he drove into me ever harder, our skin slapping together loudly. I felt one hand moving over my ass, as he tickled my tight rosebud.

I shuddered as his finger explored further, reaching under me to wet a finger with my pussy juices before easing it into my ass. As he slipped it deeper, and I made no protest, he slowed down his pace. He reached over, to the bedside table and I saw him pick up the bottle of baby oil I'd left there after oiling my legs.

"I'm going to fuck your sweet ass," he whispered, in his liquid Spanish accent, and a quiver of excitement ran through me.

I was confident that he knew what he was doing and let my body relax as he prepared my ass.Seconds later I felt the coolness of the oil as he worked it into my anus, my moans getting louder as he invaded me first with one finger, and then two. Then he double fucked me slowly, his cock filling my pussy and his fingers in my ass. I bent my elbows and dropped my head onto the cool sheets, reaching under me to pinch my nipples and rub my clit; my body a whirlpool of voluptuous pleasure.

Tony's fingers probed deeper inside me, separated from his cock only by the thin membrane, as he continued to fuck me. I groaned in disappointment when he pulled his cock out of my pussy, but looking over my shoulder, I saw him pouring oil onto it. I was well accustomed to anal sex even then, and when he pressed his cock head against my lubricated ass, I relaxed and moved my hips to make it easier for him. Slowly his cock head was followed by the first inch of his thick, hard shaft; then by another inch, then more, until his whole beautiful cock was buried inside me to the balls.

I moaned softly as Tony held me still, my ass molded around his cock. He eased out of me, almost all the way, before pushing back inside. He fucked me slowly, my gasps of pleasure matching his as his cock filled me repeatedly. As he started to fuck my ass more quickly, and my fingers got to work on my nipples and clit again, I screamed out as he took me to another level of pleasure.

My body had been on fire for so long now, that if felt as though I was enjoying one long series of mini orgasms, as he fucked me relentlessly and I pinched and caressed my clit, and my nipples. When the sensations eventually peaked in a final brain-searing climax, I broke into sobs from the sheer intensity of the pleasure.

Shortly after that, Tony let out an almost animal-like cry as he came, and pumped jet after jet of his warm cum into my cool ass. Eventually, he rolled away from me, and we lay gasping on the bed, struggling to catch our breath. That had been quite a fuck.

When we had fully recovered, Tony told me that he was off duty most afternoons and asked if I would like to go somewhere with him one day. Much as I was tempted to keep him to myself, I stuck by my promise to my new fuck-buddies.

"Why not join me and my friends?" I asked. "They like to swing," I said hopefully. "I'm sure that they'll like you and that you'll have a great time."

Tony looked startled at the suggestion, but after a few seconds, he smiled his agreement. He gave me his telephone number so that I could let him know of my arrangements to introduce him.

After a final kiss, he left and I lay back purring with satisfaction. This was turning into one of my best sexual vacations. I felt sure that Morris wouldn't mind a bit of help in dealing with three horny women, and all we had to do was persuade Paula and Cindy to join in a nice swinging session.

What a little schemer I am, I reflected later as I drifted off to sleep. And this all started with my sucking Morris's cock on the plane. I had a feeling that he would never forget meeting me.

Before breakfast next morning, I phoned Cindy to check on how Paula had seemed last night on their trip out. I was relieved to hear that they had shared a good heart-to-heart while Morris was busy. Paula had been rather embarrassed at first, but they had known each other for a long time, and she assured her friend that everything was still all right between them.

Paula hadn't said definitely that she wanted to repeat the swinging session, and Cindy hadn't pressed her, but she had the impression that Paula might be quite keen to try some more.

After confirming that Cindy was okay for our trip to the sex shop, we said goodbye until breakfast. I dressed in a yellow T-shirt, cut-away denim shorts, and cork-soled wedge sandals - comfortable for walking, since we had decided to stroll into town instead of taking a taxi.

When I joined them at our breakfast table, a blush spread over Paula's fair skin, and she hid behind a veil of blonde hair while pretending to study the menu.

However I was soon hearing the boring details of the gifts that they had bought or nearly bought, and everything seemed normal - as if the shagging that the four of us had enjoyed, had never happened. Paula did give me some long sultry looks however and I felt sure that there was more to come from her. A voyeur's thrill ran through me as I suddenly envisaged Tony fucking her to orgasm.

Eventually the shopping stories dried up and Morris asked me how I had spent the evening.

"I thought you'd never ask," I grinned smugly, and proceeded to tell them about Tony.

"You wicked slut," Cindy smiled, looking rather envious.

Tony was busy on the other side of the dining room, and I didn't manage to catch his eye but I pointed him out to them.

"Mmm, sweet," Cindy commented, almost licking her lips. "Are you keeping him all to yourself, or are you going to introduce us sometime?"

I noticed a touch of color in Paula's cheeks, and decided that now was not the best time to arrange a fuck session. It would be up to Morris to talk to her, I decided.

It was time for the group to go our separate ways, and Morris looked very content as he and Paula left hand in hand for a sightseeing coach trip to some volcanic remains at the centre of the island. Cindy looked athletic in a short white tennis skirt and matching blouse and her crisp brown hair gleamed in the sunlight as we set off for town.

We were thirsty by the time we reached the shops so went into an air-conditioned café for some chilled white wine. As we chattered away, sharing our past experiences, we managed to get through two carafes and a few dishes of olives. As a result, we were later than we had intended and Cindy suddenly remembered that all the shops in the old quarter where we were headed closed at mid-day for a very long lunch break.

"Oh hell, they'll be closed," she muttered, as she led the way through the narrow back-streets.

Our fears seemed realized as we reached the shop. An angry looking, middle-aged woman was ushering out several giggling young women who were obviously tourists.

"We're closing now," she yelled. "You look, but you don't buy . . . go now, we're closing."

No doubt fortified by the wine, I stepped forward bravely,

"Senora, may we please come in? We do want to spend money . . . a lot of money."

I opened my purse to let her see the sheaf of Euros. Then for some reason, I blurted out,

"We're professional models." I could only imagine the expression on Cindy's face at being so described, but I was concentrating on the woman. Unfortunately she looked totally unmoved.

"In the adult industry," I added, trying to impress.

"Well come back later . . . models," she snapped dismissively.

However, help was at hand. I was suddenly aware that from just inside the shop, a tall man was appraising us carefully, his eyes running up and down my body.

"Models, eh?" he asked, stepping forward. He looked about forty and was handsome in the classically Spanish style. His black hair was slicked down smoothly and his lean face featured a strong aquiline nose, giving him a hawk-like appearance. His slim body was dressed entirely in black - an expensive looking silk shirt, chinos and loafers.

"Yes, we need some items urgently for a shoot, and I would be happy to recommend you to the other girls," I lied with a straight face, guessing that he was the owner.

"What is it you're after?" He enquired, transferring his lecherous attention to Cindy's pointed nipples as they jutted as usual through her thin blouse.

"Oh, some sexy lingerie and sex toys if you have them," I replied. "Perhaps you'll let us try them?"

I knew I had succeeded when his shrewd brown eyes lit up.

"You can go now, Maria," he told the woman." I'll look after these ladies."

She gave us a final glare, muttered something in Spanish, and strode off. Hardly the sales-person of the year, I thought.

"I'm Carlo," he continued, "come in ladies, come in," locking the door behind us and putting up the closed sign.

We moved around the small display area, laughing at some of the more ridiculous items on display, like chocolate penises. Then we came to the more expensive lingerie and saw some interesting stuff, although it was greatly over-priced, we thought, typical of tourist areas. As well as getting something for ourselves, we decided to buy some items for Paula, to continue our sexual encouragement. I knew that Morris would be delighted.

Giggling like schoolgirls we dared each other to try on some of the erotic lingerie: Basques, open crotch panties, peephole bras, tiny suspender belts, flimsy thongs and transparent baby doll negligees. Carlo followed us, offering comments.

I was intrigued by one display of a mini-vibrator. The illustration showed that it slipped over a finger like a large latex thimble. It was coated with dozens of tiny rubbery prongs, and was powered by the latest type of C battery. I could well imagine the effect it could have. The pack held two and I liked the idea despite the cost and added it to my basket.

"You're spoiling yourself, you horny bitch," Cindy whispered.

We finally selected some lingerie, but found that there was only one changing room - a tiny booth which was gloomy and reeked of a mixture of sweat and deodorant. When we indicated our displeasure, Carlo simply smiled with a flash of white teeth.

"Well, ladies, you are models, so surely you have no need for modesty," he suggested with a hint of sarcasm. As we hesitated, he went on smoothly like a good salesman.

"I'll tell you what. If you try on the articles out here, I will give you my professional advice and knock ten per cent from your bill."

Cindy and I looked at each other quizzically. Then still tipsy from the wine, and intrigued by the erotic situation, I said,

"What do you think Cindy? I'm game if you are . . . and he looks harmless enough," I added cheekily, giving him a challenging grin.

Cindy actually seemed quite pleased by the suggestion - having just been described as a porn model and now being asked to strip off in front of this handsome stranger. Her face broke into a sexy smile, and she nodded agreement.

While Carlo settled happily into a chair to enjoy the show, we turned our backs to change into the garments we had picked. As I slipped off my top, I looked back to see Carlo gazing attentively. But as he had said, it wasn't anything new to me, and feisty Cindy seemed to be enjoying herself.

I had chosen a baby doll outfit consisting of a hip length see-through negligee, bra and crotch-less panties. It was in black with red dots. The top was held at the throat by a big red bow with a smaller, matching one on the front of the thong, partly concealing the slit at the crotch. I turned to see Cindy admiring herself in the full-length mirror.

She looked very sexy in a white corset with matching fishnet stockings. The stockings clipped onto the Basque, displaying her long slim legs and her thong was tight, showing the outline of her pussy through the material. The garment pushed up her cone-shaped breasts and just managed to cover her sharp nipples.

Carlo applauded us both.

"What a wonderful choice ladies, no man could resist such sexy outfits," I glanced over my shoulder and noted the big bulge at his fly.

Cindy and I assured each other that the outfits looked fine on us and we decided to buy them. Cindy had taken a liking to a vibrator laid out for demonstration. It was black, rubbery and heavily veined and a realistic size - seven inches long and five in girth.

She tried to keep a straight face while she innocently asked Carlo to demonstrate how it worked. I thought that she was pushing her luck a bit and experienced as he was, he looked slightly flustered as she parted her thighs invitingly for him where he sat. However he quickly recovered and with a broad grin reached for it.

"Allow me madam," he said and without further hesitation he switched it on and ran it over the gusset of Cindy's thong.

The irrepressible Cindy must have been enjoying herself and gave us a great impersonation of going into throes of erotic rapture, oohhing and aaahing dramatically. I suspected that it wasn't all acting, however, and that she was getting off on it.

Finally pretending to cum, she threw an arm around Carlo's shoulders, gasping into his ear. I noticed that she managed to rest her other hand on his big bulge as she leaned over him. I applauded and he looked as if he wanted to jack-off there and then, as he moved uncomfortably on his chair. He looked pleased however when she put an unopened one into her basket.

Then I spotted a bondage display and lifted up a pair of furry handcuffs and a blindfold shaped like a sleep mask. I enjoy role play, and the handcuffs I had been using at home had broken. When I asked if I could try them on to test for ease of use and comfort, Carlo nodded eagerly, hoping to sell another over-priced item.

Cindy leapt into action,

"Here, let me put them on for you," she giggled.

In seconds I was blindfolded and felt the cuffs click around my wrists. She insisted that I have my hands behind my back, and I should have guessed that she was up to mischief. When I tried moving my wrists around, I found that she had looped the cuffs over a metal bar on the display stand behind me.

"Ha ha, very funny," I chuckled. "They're fine, I'll take them . . . but how do you get them off?" I muttered as my fingers tried to find the unfamiliar release catches.

I froze as a hand touched my face, fingers running down my cheek and throat to my collar-bone. Goose bumps rose on my flesh, as the fingers reached the bow holding my negligee and I felt the material slide free over my shoulders. I smelled Cindy's perfume and her warm breath on my face.

"What the fuck are you doing Cindy," I laughed. "Stop messing about and get me out of these cuffs."

"Oh you look so sexy and vulnerable," Cindy giggled. "I just can't resist you."

There was something strange in her voice as if she wasn't just being playful. It occurred to me that my first impression of her had been that of a sexual predator. I quivered as her nails traced down my spine and unhooked my bra.

"You have to take these clothes off anyway, so enjoy yourself," she whispered in my ear.

I felt the bra slide down my shoulders to join the negligee caught across my arms as they stretched behind my back. I was helpless and naked except for the black crotchless panties and my sandals.

Then fingertips slowly glided down my face and neck, just touching my skin. I shuddered as they approached my nipples, getting closer across the swell of my breasts. The fingers slowed when they reached the circles of my areolas, and then they stopped, keeping me waiting. I was intensely aware of Carlo watching and I was annoyed with myself for wanting to submit to the strong sensations that were flowing through my easily-aroused pussy.

Also I didn't want to make a fuss and appear uptight after all my bragging about my sexual exploits. Cindy certainly had a very strong sense of mischief, not to mention being as sexy as hell, so I decided to go along with her game, and stood still submissively, and rather apprehensively.

Then a touch, and then another; soft warm hands on each breast; roaming over them, stroking, feeling, and then, drawing circles around my nipples so that they rose hard and erect. Her breathing was heavy in the quiet room and the aroma of her perfume more intense. Instead of the expected touch of her mouth, fingers pinched the raised nubs rather viciously, and I squirmed from the sensual shock. Just as the pleasure was merging into discomfort, the fingers were replaced by damp lips - first on one tingling nipple, and then on the other - as if they were kissing away the pain.

Her hands lifted my breasts, cupping them, taking their weight, as I felt the welcome, soothing warmth of her lips, and tongue, licking and gently sucking. I drifted away for a moment, on a tide of pleasure until I suddenly realized that now two mouths were on my nipples!

"What the fuck . . ." I groaned as I strained against my handcuffs, and tried vainly to see around my blindfold. "What's going on Cindy? Is that . . . ?"

My voice trailed away as I smelled pungent male cologne and knew the answer to my unspoken question. I tried to speak firmly,

"Okay, the game is over, stop fucking around and undo these cuffs, Cindy"

The mouths moved away as if in obedience, but then I heard Cindy whispering to Carlo. I was caught between annoyance and enjoyment of my bondage situation, which I always like in role play. I decided not to amuse them by pleading, and waited to see what they had in mind. I heard a low buzzing sound that was immediately joined by another, and Cindy whispered teasingly in my ear,

"I thought you might like to try out the toys."

I realized that the minx had opened my pack of finger vibes. Even so, my body still convulsed when the tickling, prickling sensations suddenly ran up both my thighs. Without my realizing it, my feet had moved apart and I uttered an involuntary moan as a vibe-clad finger slid between my thighs and through the slit in the open crotch.

When the nerve-tingling sensations raced through my pussy lips, I immediately snapped my thighs together but that only served to trap the hand in place. Squirm as I might, I was unable to stop the vibrating finger from finding my clit, where it rested.

Hell, it was really good! My swelling clit throbbed madly as the finger pressed the tiny vibrating rubber prongs against it and sparks lit up behind my closed eyelids. I was just able to reflect that the claims on the pack had been justified before waves of pleasure drove rational thought from my mind.

I gave up all pretence of resistance as I parted my feet and my thighs loosened their grip on the hand. That must have encouraged them, for I felt what must be the silk of Carlo's shirt sleeve brushed my arm as the other vibe grazed across a breast just above the nipple. My whole body stiffened and I let out a sob of pleasure.

"Ohhhh fuck . . ." I muttered.

What had started as a bit of fun was becoming an intensely erotic episode. The combination of the stimulus from the vibes, the surreal setting and my bondage was extremely arousing and I felt my pussy flooding like a tap, and my legs weakening. Of course, as ever, being blindfolded was enhancing my other senses especially in my erogenous zones.

I felt Cindy's bare legs brush against one of mine, while Carlo's pants rubbed against the other. I could feel the line of his hardon as he unashamedly pressed against my thigh Warming to their task they explored my body enthusiastically.

Carlo was fondling one breast while using his vibe-powered hand, to arouse the other nipple to bursting point. He leaned in and his lips brushed across my cheek as he tried to kiss me, but instinctively I turned my face away and evaded his mouth.

Then suddenly I was unable to resist. Moaning and writhing, I wriggled my hips against the tormenting, electrifying vibe on my clit as my body surrendered to the treatment it was receiving from both of them.

Cindy moved her hand down between my sodden lips, probing for my open slit. Her vibrating finger slipped in easily and she started to wiggle it deep inside me pushing in all the way. It felt so good - so different from normal finger-fucking or a dildo and I was desperate to cum before my legs gave way from sheer pleasure.

The whole length of my pussy was throbbing, and I could feel warm fluid trickling out around her finger. Just as I was about to cum, I heard Carlo whisper something to Cindy. He stopped his stroking of my breasts and Cindy abruptly removed her finger. Even as I grunted with frustration, legs -- pants clad legs -- moved between mine, and my feet were nudged wider apart. In the sudden silence I heard the sound of a zip being undone. I couldn't believe it, what the hell was that crazy Cindy allowing to happen?

Caught between my intense arousal and amazement at what was going on, I felt paralyzed. I was about to protest when fingers fumbled at the opening on my panties, and with one smooth movement Carlo had slid a big hard cock up me.

I seemed to lose touch with all rational thinking. All that seemed to matter was that I was a helpless captive and I was about to be fucked by a complete stranger. Above all, my helplessness was adding a kinky dimension to my bubbling lust and I suddenly knew that I wanted to be taken and used like a slut.

Even so, my body's defense mechanism made me arch my back and strain against the handcuffs that held me, but quickly realized that escape was impossible. The blindfold helped to turn it into a wild sexual fantasy as my reflexes turned from flight to acceptance of the pleasure I was receiving.

He fucked me, moving slowly in and out with his hard cock while his hands roamed over my naked body. I felt his tongue licking my neck and ear, his breath hot on my skin. When his mouth sought mine, I offered no resistance this time and as our lips met, I responded unhesitatingly. My lips parted so that our tongues could meet.

I was slowly losing all sense of realism. Thoughts of right and wrong drifted away as they were replaced with feelings of pure wanton lust. His mouth covered mine, our tongues darting and sparring.

As he drove repeatedly into me, I rose on my toes to meet him, matching his energy and force. I was co-operating totally with him now, lost completely in the sexual excitement of the moment. My heart was racing and my breathing was shallow and rapid. Beads of perspiration coated my body.

Then totally carried away, I raised one leg and wrapped it around his waist drawing him even closer. He moved one hand from a breast to reach down and support my leg as we moved as one, swaying to and fro as my cuffed hands gripped the rail behind me.

Then, as if from a remote distance, I heard Cindy's choked voice,

" I want some of that, don't cum yet, you bastard."

Carlo seemed to stagger back with a muffled curse and as he released my leg his cock slid out of my desperately clutching cunt. My leg swung back to the floor as I gasped in bitter frustration. Then I felt the brush of Cindy's hair as she knelt before me, and heard her whisper,

"Don't worry sweetie, I'll take care of you,"

Her expert hands flashed to my cunt and In what seemed like a matter of seconds, two fingers were massaging my G-spot and a thumb was circling my exposed clit.

That was all I needed and I came with a fierce burst of euphoria that wrenched a piercing scream from me as my knees buckled, As my body shook and trembled, and I sagged forward, I was partly supported by my pinioned wrists.

I vaguely heard Cindy murmuring something about me being a hot slut, and her drenched hands slid free of my cunt and panties. As my pounding heart slowed, and I regained my balance, I heard a rustle of clothes and some muttering. Now what, I wondered.

There was the scrape of a chair being pushed, and some gasps that sounded like Cindy's. After failing again to find the catch to undo the cuffs, I bent my neck back until I felt the edge of a shelf. Bending my knees I moved my head to tug the strap of the mask against the shelf and succeeded in forcing it to slide down my nose until I could see. It took a few seconds for my eyes to adjust to the glare of the neon lighting, and then they widened in surprise.

A few feet away, Carlo was sprawled back over the small table where he had been sitting. His feet rested on the floor, with his open legs pointed at me. His trousers and boxers were around his ankles and I had an excellent view of his big brown glistening cock sliding in and out of Cindy's cunt as she rode him, her back to me.

Her knees were astride his hips and her straightened arms rested on his chest. As I watched she pushed upwards from her thighs, lifting herself off his cock only to let herself plunge back down in a steady rhythm. What a woman, I marveled. No wonder that I had recognized something deeply sensual in her when we first met.

Carlo had his eyes closed, moving his hips to meet her, stroke for stroke. His hands grasped her waist and held her at the top of her upward movement, with just the head of his dick gripped by her cunt, before allowing her to sink down and engulf it again.

Enthralled by the exhibition, I was instinctively comparing her technique with mine. I kept quiet as she settled into a rocking motion, raising and lowering herself with a sensual wriggle of her hips. When I saw tiny spurts of fluid erupt from her cunt ring every so often, I guessed that she was contracting her vaginal muscles to squeeze his cock.

I knew that he wouldn't last long with that treatment and sure enough, after a few minutes I heard him cry out as he exploded inside her. Cindy continued to rock back and forth on his imprisoned shaft and I saw her right hand disappear towards her pussy. Her elbow flailed wildly and then she pushed up with her legs one last time.

She paused, with a stifled moan, her head thrown back, and I could see little ribbons of sweat trickling from under her short brown hair. I held my breath as I drank in the scene. Her back, in the white Basque, was arched like a bow as she thrust her belly and breasts upwards, the muscles in her buttocks tightly clenched.

Then she dropped down onto him again, driving his still firm cock deep inside her. As she came, I heard the undulating orgasmic wail that I was becoming familiar with. Finally she collapsed forward on top of Carlo. His eyes opened and met mine. Realizing that I had been watching, his eyes wrinkled in a smile. It was definitely the shopkeeper's lucky day, I reflected.

"Nice one Cindy," I called. "I would applaud if my hands were free. Now if you're quite done, would somebody please undo these fucking handcuffs? My wrists are killing me."

Cindy craned her neck around and her sex-glazed eyes showed a flicker of guilt.

"Oh sorry, babe, I completely forgot about you," she giggled, reluctantly sliding free from Carlo's body.

. She retrieved her discarded panties and put them in her basket. As Carlo pulled his trousers back up, Cindy reached behind me and undid my cuffs. I stretched my arms gratefully before joining Cindy in changing back to our own clothes.

We hadn't eaten lunch yet and I was starving, so we didn't waste much time. Carlo, for once somewhat lost for words, parceled and calculated the cost of our purchases, and we paid and left.

"Please call again and don't forget to recommend me to the other models," were his optimistic parting words, causing us to chortle happily. Cindy had managed to beat him down to a 20% discount - and he was still getting a bargain! I had to concede that I would include that session among my more bizarre encounters.

Relaxing over a late lunch, Cindy quizzed me about my fuck with Tony and asked when I would introduce him. I made a suggestion.

"He's off duty in the afternoons, so why don't the four of us spend tomorrow afternoon at the hotel's private beach and I'll arrange for Tony to join us?"

Cindy nodded enthusiastically. Whether at the thought of a beach orgy, or from the memory of the sexy encounter we had enjoyed there, our eyes locked in a long sensual stare and my nipples tingled expectantly.

TO BE CONTINUED