I was spending a late evening happily chatting with someone in a chatroom discussing holiday (vacation for US readers) photographs when they sent me a link to one particular photograph which, when I followed it, caused a sharp intake of breath and memories to come flooding back.
It was a pretty tame photograph of two naked people, a man and a woman, standing side by side, but my sudden intake of breath was caused because I remembered having a similar photograph taken many years previously but it was something that I had completely forgotten about.
I was on holiday in the Bahamas with my then boyfriend who, for the purpose of this account, I will call Steve. We had an apartment in a resort a little way outside of the main town on Grand Bahama and had spent the first couple of days just settling in and relaxing by the pool. The resort itself was quite quiet, possibly only two-thirds occupied, but we were out of the school holiday period so there were no children running around.
That meant that I was more relaxed about sunbathing topless by the pool. Many of the other women holidaymakers were a good 20 years older than us and were equally comfortable with their breasts on show.
Steve would always be touching my breasts and offering to apply sun-cream at every opportunity but I did notice that when he was rubbing it into my skin his eyes would be wandering around the pool area. Every now and then I would tease him about going to offer to help some of the other women. Steve was so intimidated by mature women that I knew that was never going to happen but he would nearly always get a hard-on and have to lie down to hide it.
On about the fifth night of our holiday, having had a pleasant dinner in one of the resort's restaurants, we decided to try the nightclub within the resort for our evening's entertainment. A couple of the people we had spoken to had told us that it was small but the DJ played good dancing music.
Steve had dressed in a short-sleeved dark blue shirt and light trousers for the evening. I had slipped on a cream dress with a flower and leaves pattern providing splashes of colour. It had thin shoulder straps and buttoned all the way up the front from the hem to the bodice. The skirt part flared loosely around my legs as I walked, the hem being a good few inches above the knee but sufficiently far down my legs that I wouldn't flash my panties at all and sundry whenever I sat down or stood up.
Speaking of underwear, I had not worn a bra because the dress supported my then 34B breasts adequately and my panties were simple white lace.
We wandered into the nightclub and found ourselves a table in one of the seating areas then Steve went to the bar to get our drinks. I looked around and noticed that there were quite a few local men as well as other holidaymakers from the resort. I seemed to have attracted the attention of a few of the men and willed Steve to hurry back with the drinks. Fortunately, he arrived pretty quickly, setting two large cocktails in front of me.
We spent a little while talking about the holiday then as the alcohol took effect we decided to dance. Steve was a reasonable dancer but tended to get bored after about 15 minutes which meant that, just as I was getting really into it, he suggested we sit down again. I convinced him to stay on the floor for one more song but even my sexiest moves couldn't convince him to stay any longer than that. But he did promise to come back onto the dance floor a little later. At the time I didn't realise that our discussion had attracted the attention of another man.
I visited the ladies whilst Steve returned to the table via the bar. When I got back to the table there were another two cocktails waiting for me.
We had been sitting quietly for a few minutes and I was halfway through the first of these new cocktails when I noticed a man walking towards our table. He was looking directly at me and, when he reached our table, he introduced himself as Patrice and asked if I would like a dance.
Steve is always happy for someone else to entertain me on the dance floor so I finished the cocktail and offered Patrice my hand. As he helped me out of my seat I noticed him glance down and I realised that my dress had ridden quite a way up my thighs. I don't think I gave him a panty-flash but I admit to experiencing a little thrill about him seeing my thighs. As we were walking to the dance floor I looked back and saw one of the other local men lean in and start talking to Steve. Steve nodded and the guy joined him at the table. Afterwards we realised that Patrice had arranged for the guy to distract Steve so that he wouldn't see what went on on the dance floor.
Patrice and I danced to two or three numbers and he was a good mover. As the cocktails kicked in I sort of forgot where I was and who I was with and started making sexy moves as I would do if I was dancing with Steve.
As the fifth or sixth song ended I had my back to Patrice and was thinking about going back to the table but then I felt Patrice's hands on my hips and when he suggested we should dance a bit longer I could see no harm in it. During the next song Patrice's hands worked their way up my sides and took my arms with them. In a matter of moments my arms were raised over my head and Patrice was pressed against me.
As we moved to the music he started moving me forwards but as my eyes were almost closed I didn't notice that he was moving us to the back edge of the dancefloor, where it was quite dark. He was complimenting me on my dancing and then I felt his breath on my neck. I remember thinking something like "Oh" but his lips grazed my neck and I just shivered. He kissed from my left shoulder across the back of my neck to my right shoulder and I could feel myself reacting to him.
Without me realising it, Patrice took hold of both of my hands in one of his and keeping them above my head, his right hand reached around to the front of my neck and pulled me gently against him. I could feel his body firmly pressed against mine and, I admit, it felt good. I'm not sure that all thoughts of Steve disappeared but he definitely wasn't at the forefront of my mind.
Patrice's hand dropped down from my neck onto the front of my dress. Suddenly I felt the flesh of his fingertips against my skin and thought that he had poked his fingers between the buttons down the bodice of my dress.
It was only when his fingers moved further and brushed across my left nipple that I realised that he had loosened at least one of the buttons. He knew what he was doing though as just as I was about to "complain" he pinched my nipple between his finger and thumb and all I could do was moan.
Somehow he had kept us moving across and off the dancefloor and as we reached a wall he released my nipple but used his hand to turn my head to the side and up so that he could plant his lips gently on mine. I only briefly resisted before allowing my lips to part and his tongue teased at my mouth.
He then turned my body to face him with my back pressed to the wall. He manoeuvred my arms over his head and I was so lost in the moment I didn't think to do anything except link my fingers behind his neck to keep his mouth against mine.
Of course that meant that both of his hands could now work on me. With my hands around his neck he took the opportunity to loosen more of the buttons of my dress.
Both of his hands slipped under my dress and onto my breasts. He took hold of a breast in each hand and massaged them quite harshly, flicking my now hard nipples with his fingers. Then he started to pinch my nipples and pull them gently. Every time he pulled my nipples I would moan into his mouth. Suddenly he removed his mouth from mine, kissed my chin and then my neck. I was gasping for air as he was certainly pressing the right buttons.
I titled my head backwards to lift my chin to give his lips better access to my neck and my collar bone hoping he would continue to trail kisses across them.
His hands left my nipples alone for a few minutes and he loosened all of the buttons on my dress to expose my stomach and of course my panties. One of his hands brushed over the front of my panties and a finger nudged between my legs. I knew that the gusset of my panties was completely sodden and I instinctively parted my legs slightly.
His fingers brushed back and fore along my panties and then he pressed up and pushed my panties inside my pussy whilst his other fingers teased my labia.
I think he said something like "We need these off" and although the good Sue was saying "no" I actually said nothing. Patrice's hands rested on my hips and then he started easing my panties off my hips and down my legs. Once they were down my thighs and at my knees, I wiggled my legs slightly and my panties dropped to my feet. I must have stepped out of them but have no conscious memory of doing that.
Although I had trimmed myself to a modest bikini line apparently that wasn't sufficient for Patrice. He said something about it being a shame that I still had some pubic hair and how much more sensitive I would be if I removed all of it.
He moved back in and pressed against me. His mouth was playing a pleasure tune on my neck and one hand was back playing with my left nipple. Then his other hand brushed through my pubes and down to my pussy again. I was desperate for his touch again and moved my legs apart to give his fingers access.
He had no hesitation in rubbing his fingers over my now exposed sex. I didn't know exactly what he was doing but I could feel his fingers at my entrance and then his thumb moved onto my clit. The light pressure he applied caused my legs to flex and as I moaned again in pleasure his fingers slipped inside me. Initially he just filled my opening with his fingers and played with my clit with his thumb. He was edging me very close to an orgasm and I was getting desperate.
I think I pleaded with him to make me cum and he responded my removing his fingers from my pussy, causing me to moan with frustration. He said something about both of us enjoying ourselves then he inserted his fingers again and started moving them in and out continually using his thumb to play with my clit. He then moved his fingers around inside me and my orgasm rolled over me. My legs went weak as I gasped for air as Patrice continued to play with me. Eventually I couldn't take any more and pleaded with him to stop.
It was a relief when he did and I just rested against the wall attempting to get my breath back. When I recovered and took in my surroundings Patrice was standing in front of me looking me up and down with a smile on his face. I was mortified at my exposure and started to fasten the buttons of my dress. Patrice said something then reached out and took my hands and pressed them against the front of his trousers. I could feel his cock and he seemed to be quite well endowed. I had suspected as much from his pressing against me during our dancing but touching it, even though through his trousers, made it seem more real.
My brain suddenly clicked and I realised that he would be expecting me to return the compliment but I wasn't completely comfortable doing more in the darkened area of the resort night club. I played up to him a little, thanking and complimenting him, and I told him that I needed to get my breath and freshen up in the ladies.
He stepped away from me and said that he understood but I was to hurry back. I went to the ladies where I took some time to tidy myself up and gather my thoughts. As I came to my senses I started worrying about going back to Patrice. Although I was interested in seeing his cock and feeling it "in the flesh", I suspected that he wouldn't be satisfied with just a handjob. I knew I wouldn't be able to do much for him with my mouth and the thought of going further, especially in the darkened area of the resort nightclub, was scary. Then I suddenly remembered Steve. I decided there and then I needed to find a way to get back to Steve without encountering Patrice.
I heard some other women enter the ladies and realised that there was a second exit to the room. I opened the door and couldn't believe my luck when I realised that I would be able to get back to Steve without going past the area of the dance floor where I had been with Patrice. I ran my fingers through my hair and tried to remove the "just-orgasmed" look then almost ran to our table.
When I got to the table Steve was on his own. I told him we needed to leave and although slightly puzzled he didn't question me. I dragged him out of the club and we made our way back to our apartment. I didn't really answer any of his questions about how the dancing went and what was going on. On the way down the hall to our apartment I loosened the buttons of my dress and when we reached our door I shook my shoulders and my dress dropped to the floor. I turned to Steve and the expression on his face was priceless. I had to urge him to "snap out of it" and open our door before someone else appeared. Once we were inside I danced naked for him and stripped him of his clothes. Once he was naked he was erect and I couldn't help but momentarily remember the feel of Patrice's cock through his trousers.
I made Steve lie back on the bed and proceeded to excise my guilt by concentrating on his pleasure until he fell asleep.
The next morning we discussed the night in the club. I didn't completely admit what had happened with Patrice but did confess that the dancing had aroused me. I told Steve that my panties had gotten too damp and uncomfortable so I had left them in the ladies before I dragged him out of the night club. It was then that Steve told me that the man I had seen him talking to was a friend of Patrice and they had been discussing the local golf club - one of Steve's interests back home. They had discussed Steve joining him for a round of golf but Steve had put him off by saying that we had a few trips arranged and also planned to spend the remainder of our time by the pool or on the beach. Patrice's friend had then suggested a couple of local sandy beaches that he thought we might enjoy before leaving Steve at the table.
Once on his own, Steve had gotten up from the table and walked around the club but couldn't see Patrice and me anywhere. He had been back at the table for five minutes or so before I turned up and dragged him back to the apartment.
The next few days passed in a blur of touristy things, more poolside mutual teasing and some fun holiday sex. I even asked Steve to "help me" remove my bikini line pubic hair so that I could wear a very skimpy bikini I had bought on one of our days out "touristing". I couldn't help but remember Patrice's comment as Steve and I both spent some time feeling and moisturising my new smooth skin. He was right. It certainly did feel more sensitive.
One day in the second week, as we were eating breakfast, Steve suggested we visit a beach that day and I was happy to agree. While I finished getting dressed I left it up to him to identify the beach and organise transport. I dressed in my new skimpy bikini, covering it with a loose top and wrap skirt so that I wouldn't offend anyone's sensibilities on our journey to the beach.
When we arrived at the beach we were pleasantly surprised at how quiet and sparsely populated it was. We settled down in a position a good 10 minutes walk from the beach bar. I removed my top and wrap skirt to a wolf-whistle from Steve. It was the first time he'd seen me in my new bikini and he wasted no time in encouraging to also remove my bikini top so that he could rub sun-cream into my breasts. He even slipped his hand into my bikini bottoms to stroke my now smooth mons so I reminded him we were on a public beach and he needed to behave himself.
Of course he now had his standard erection which he felt we should address by wandering into the trees at the top of the beach for some personal time. I convinced him we should wait as I just wanted to relax and read for a while.
I must have dozed off briefly because I realised that I had only heard part of what Steve had said so I asked him to repeat himself and he told me that he was going to get some drinks from the beach bar. I told him "OK" and settled back down with my eyes closed, enjoying the quiet time on my own.
It only seemed a couple of minutes when he settled down next to me. I commented that he had been very quick and was taken aback when the voice which replied was not Steve.
I opened my eyes to find myself looking up at Patrice of all people. I was somewhat non-plussed by his sudden appearance and worried about how he would be, given my running away from him in the night club.
His eyes were scanning up and down my body and I could tell that he liked how my tan had developed. I seemed to be frozen in place and didn't even consider trying to cover my breasts. Partially I was thrilled by the obvious desire with which he was looking at me but I was also aware that he had exposed me in the night club so he wasn't seeing anything more than he had seen then. Except it was now in bright sunshine of course. Then his eyes seemed to settle on my bikini bottoms.
He commented that they were much smaller than the panties I had been wearing the other night and said "I wonder ...".
He slowly reached out his arm and his hand rested on my stomach. I breathed in deeply and trembled slightly at his touch. There was something about this man which overwhelmed me. His hand edged downwards very slowly until his fingers reached my bikini bottoms. I was biting my lip in anticipation of what would happen, willing him to investigate further.
Sure enough, his fingers slid under my bikini and edged downwards. They reached my smooth mons and then stopped.
Patrice chuckled to himself and then said something like "Good girl. But I need to see it properly."
I quietly protested that we were on a public beach but he pointed out that there was no-one nearby who would be able to see anything. He also said that provided we didn't do anything too obvious then he doubted anyone would take any notice. Although I wasn't sure how much I believed him I found myself nodding and lifting my hips off my towel as Patrice again chuckled and then took hold of my bikini bottoms and slid them down and off my legs.
My heart was beating quickly as I initially placed my feet flat on the ground so that my knees were bent but pressed together. Patrice rested his hand on my knees and pressed gently, encouraging me to rest my legs straight on the sand. Once both of my legs were flat he worked his hand between my thighs and gently nudged my legs apart. I was like a puppet, being manipulated by this large but authoritative and seemingly very patient man.
Once he was satisfied with how far apart my legs were, his hand rested on my left thigh. He started gently stroking up and down the inside of my thigh. He would edge slightly higher with each upstroke until his finger just touched the sensitive area at the top of my legs. By now I was desperate for him to touch my pussy but, by lying as still as possible, I was trying to not betray that desire.
As soon as his finger touched my labia I moaned, moved my right leg so that my right foot was flat on the sand and then allowed my right knee to fall outwards. This opened my pussy to Patrice's touch. He continued to play with my labia, spreading my moisture around and also pressing on my clit.
As I moaned again Patrice commented that we ought to move to a more private area and that there was somewhere nearby. I was hesitant, telling Patrice that I didn't think that was a good idea. Ignoring my hesitation, Patrice stood up then leaned down and took my hand in his. He encouraged me to stand and I found myself getting to my feet. I dropped my free hand down to cover my mons while Patrice's smile grew wider. He stood there looking at my body and I felt myself blushing.
I could say that my mind was in turmoil but I'm not sure that it was. I think I knew that leaving the beach with Patrice would result in my cheating on Steve but Patrice seemed to have a hold over me. Looking back I wonder how much of that hold was my feeling some sort of obligation to him after running out on him previously.
I like to think that I considered my options for some time but, in reality, it was probably only a few seconds before I gathered up my and Steve's things and Patrice led me to the trees at the top of the beach. It momentarily registered that these were the very trees Steve had suggested we "use" earlier. We walked for a few minutes and came to an open area where Patrice said we wouldn't be disturbed.
I was shaking as I spread my beach towels out and laid down. Patrice knelt down next to me and said something like "Now, where were we?"
He then moved my legs until they were positioned as they had been, my left leg stretched straight a few inches from him and my right leg bent at the knee with my foot flat on the ground and my knee pointing away from him. His placed his hand on my mons with his fingers between my legs, resting on my labia. He gently tapped my labia with his fingertips sending little tremors through me.
Suddenly he pulled my left leg towards him then moved and knelt between my legs. I lifted my head and looked down my body, seeing him between my legs, staring up at me with a wicked smile on his face. His head dropped down and his mouth enveloped my pussy. He licked all around my labia. I felt his tongue searching and exploring me, every so often moving inside, and then working softly against my clit. He started giving me butterfly kisses all around my most sensitive area.
Then his mouth shifted to concentrate at my entrance while his hands were at the tops of my legs spreading them apart and his thumbs were pressing on my clit.
Patrice was just as good with his mouth and thumbs as he had been with his fingers and thumb and I was soon approaching an orgasm.
He continued to stimulate me and I moaned as my orgasm hit me. Subconsciously I knew that both of the orgasms I had had with Patrice were up there with the best I had experienced, alongside those I had experienced with Steve when we first started dating.
As I came down from my orgasm Patrice straightened up, took an ankle in each hand and lifted my legs so that they were together. He then pressed forward so that I was nearly bent double with my knees almost against my chest. He released my ankles but pressed across behind my knees with one of his forearms. I felt so exposed but also quite thrilled. He then lowered his head and slowly licked from one end of my pussy to the other and twirled his tongue around and over my clit.
I was so sensitive after my orgasm that I started shaking and begged him to stop, which he did. He then released my legs and I can only say they flopped either side of him. He dipped his head down and placed a kiss on my mons then looked up at me, licked his lips and smiled.
As soon as I got my breath back I started gabbling wildly about how much I enjoyed what he'd done but that Steve had only gone for some drinks and would be back soon.
Patrice explained that he and his friend (Errol) had bumped into Steve near the beach bar and Errol would be regaling Steve with golf stories and would take him to the local golf club shop. I wasn't absolutely convinced as, given that he knew how turned on I had been after dancing with Patrice, I thought Steve might worry about me being with him again. Patrice said that he had told Steve he was going to a business meeting and walked off in the opposite direction to the beach before doubling back to find me.
Once I got over being upset that Steve could consider going off with Errol and leaving me on my own on the beach I looked at Patrice and felt a smile forming on my face.
I got onto my knees in front of him, loosened the buttons on his shirt and peeled it off. He wasn't quite as "buff" as I had imagined but I was quite happy with what I was seeing. His smooth skin was quite different to Steve's hairy chest.
I then got him to stand up as I remained on my knees in front of him. I loosened his shorts and pulled them down his legs. He stepped out of them and kicked off his beach shoes. Finally, I reached towards his underwear. There was an obvious bulge and I was keen to lay my eyes and hands on it.
I lifted the waistband of his trunks away from his waist and peeled them down his legs, looking up to see his cock resting down his thigh. I couldn't help but compare it to Steve and I'm afraid that it was almost the same size as a fully erect Steve - but it was still soft or, at least, not yet fully erect.
It was at this point that I noticed Steve's camera in our stuff and thought it would be fun to take a photo of Patrice and I. Given Steve's reaction to earlier holiday "near-things" I decided he would initially be shocked but then thrilled when he saw the photo. As the film would be developed at a local film processing shop the photo would have to be quite innocent.
We had previously had quite a few holiday photos of me developed there, quite a few with me topless and a much smaller number of me fully nude, so I knew they wouldn't object to photos showing "holiday" skin.
I told Patrice of my plan and he smiled and agreed, especially when I told him that it would remind me of the pleasure he had given me. I set up the camera on its tripod and with the timer running dashed back to Patrice. We stood facing each other partially angled towards the camera so that my breasts and his cock would be visible then heard the shutter click. I went back to the camera and bent down to put the lens cap in place, inadvertently presenting Patrice with quite a view. I turned around and saw his cock was hardening so told him I wanted another photo. I set the camera again then dashed back and repeated the pose but this time I took hold of Patrice's cock. I felt it swell and straighten as I did so. I had no idea of exactly how the photo would look and I thought it would be obvious that I was holding his cock but I didn't think it would be considered obscene. Although I did hope that the assistant in the photo processing shop would be broad minded.
I gave his cock another few strokes and it hardened quite nicely. Pointing straight towards me. I took stock and estimated it was a good two inches longer than Steve's and a bit thicker. I knelt down in front of Patrice, held his cock in both hands and pointed it towards my face. As I did so a drop of precum emerged so I moved my head forward and licked the head. I'm not sure what I was expecting but I remember not detecting any particular taste.
I lifted Patrice's cock slightly and leaned in to lick his balls and then raked them gently with my fingernails. It was a thrill to hear his moan so I then traced my tongue along the underside of his cock. I would have loved to have spent more time inspecting and playing with his cock. He seemed so much more worldly than both Steve and I that I thought he could probably teach me a bit about pleasing him with my mouth. At the same time, though, I suspected that the remaining time we had left could be limited and I definitely wanted to feel this cock inside me.
I told Patrice that was what I wanted.
I moved back to our beach towels, taking Patrice with me. I laid back then spread my legs, offering my pussy completely to him. He knelt between my legs then leaned forward so that his cock was resting on my labia. He then used his hand to rub his cock through my labia, combining my arousal moisture with his precum. He positioned his cock at my entrance and slowly nudged forwards. I felt myself opening in response to the pressure.
He understood it was going to be a tight fit so took his time before nudging forward again to edge just the head inside me. I was certainly feeling him stretch me. I was taking deep breaths and biting my bottom lip as Patrice shifted his position slightly. He would pause to let me relax and become comfortable with the level of penetration then withdraw his cock and then push slightly more of his length into me.
I just closed my eyes and revelled in the feelings he was causing. I don't know how long it took but after a little while he said something like "That's all of it."
I just groaned and amazed myself by telling him to fuck me. Although I had been vocal with Steve a few times, I had never used the f-word with him in such a situation. Patrice still took his time thrusting into me a few times and then increased his speed. Then he lifted my legs and bent me almost double again. He started thrusting again and an orgasm suddenly hit me from nowhere. As my pussy clamped around his cock Patrice moaned and stopped moving. He told me he was close and I told him not to cum inside me. I wasn't worried about pregnancy but didn't want to be leaking into my bikini all afternoon on the beach.
I think he said "Okay" and started moving again. After a few more thrusts he groaned again and I felt a spurt inside me before he pulled out completely and the next spurt landed on my mons. He then used his hand to finish himself. One spurt reached well up my stomach but the rest just landed on my mons.
In the aftermath I just laid back and recovered, coming down from my orgasmic high once again. As I did so, Patrice lay down beside me. I commented that I had felt him cum inside me and that he was bad to have done that. He just gave one of his chuckles and commented that he knew I had enjoyed it and that it was "only one". Subconsciously I knew he was right when he said that I'd enjoyed feeling it. There was something about that one spurt which made everything more thrilling.
As I looked at him he turned onto his side, his eyes once again scanning my body. His hand started stroking my stomach and breasts. He also pulled on my nipples a couple of times but I told him to stop.
I couldn't take any more arousal and worried that, if he continued, I would want to repeat what we had just done but at a slower pace and for a lot longer.
He suggested I get him hard again using my hand and mouth because he wanted me on all fours. He started kissing my ear and whispering, describing how I would feel him even better that way. He was also telling me how much he wanted to make me cum again.
Oh, I was tempted. I was so in the moment I could imagine the additional pleasure. I'm not sure whether it was because I didn't know how long we'd been in the clearing and I was worrying about Steve returning and finding us, but I stood my ground and firmly told Patrice that it couldn't happen.
As I gathered myself together I told Patrice that I wanted one more photograph. I would have loved to have had one with me kissing the cock that had given me so much pleasure but I thought that could exceed the limits of the good will of the photo processing shop at home, not to mention trigger just what Patrice had been describing. I settled for another slightly open pose of us facing each other but on our knees this time. I got Patrice into position then set the camera and dashed back to him. We were both kneeling and I was reaching out to Patrice's now soft cock. I suspected that anyone looking closely would discern my just-fucked post-orgasmic appearance, not to mention the perspiration on both of our bodies, but I was willing to risk it.
Once the shutter clicked I leaned into Patrice and pulled his head down to kiss him as a thank you for a lovely distraction he had provided. I also told him that, even though I had enjoyed myself, there could be no repeat. He just smiled and said that he would keep an eye out for me on the beach "just in case". I could only laugh at that.
We said our goodbyes and, as Patrice wandered off, I put my bikini bottoms on then gathered my and Steve's things together and made my way back to the beach. I put our things down in a slightly different location to where we'd previously been then walked down into the sea. I swam around a little to remove the traces of sex then settled back onto my towel. Steve returned no more than 10 minutes after I settled down, apologising for being away so long. I told him that I hadn't noticed the time and then wolfed down the drink he provided.
We then relaxed together on the beach until late afternoon when the taxi arrived to take us back to our resort.
Once we returned to the UK and had our photos developed I did, indeed, have a little bit of explaining to do. Steve was desperate to hear the details and afterwards said that he was glad that I hadn't told him anything while we were on the holiday as he might have worried about bumping into Patrice or Errol again. I have to say, though, that we both did enjoy my reminiscing about this particular encounter for a few years.
Both encounters with Patrice eventually slipped from our memories as other fantasies and encounters took their place. Some years later I found the negatives and prints again and destroyed them. I think I blushed at the time but also smiled at the memories. And nowadays I sometimes wish that I had kept them.
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