"The weather is so lovely. Some champagne at noon is a great start to a few days off," she said. He agreed, but his mind was elsewhere. He wanted to engage in normal conversation, the type that he always heard other people have on planes, trains, restaurants, in the office. He remembered a time when that came easy, like it always came to her. It seemed effortless for her, jumping from topic to topic, intriguing story to intriguing story. He wanted so badly to listen to her words, but he could only focus on the wind blowing her hair over her face, her skin, and her smile. It wasn't perfect, though it had a way of lifting his spirits.
He figured they both knew what this weekend was about, though they never actually discussed it. Neither one of them had the courage to assert or to ask, but he imagined they had both assumed the same thing. He wasn't good at many things, but he was always confident in reading a situation, anticipating what people were thinking. She was probably better, which gave him confidence that his hopes for the weekend weren't simply a fantasy created in his head.
"What are you thinking?" she asked. The wind blew again off of the sea, filling his lungs with the salty air. He smiled and took a sip of his champagne. She knew what he was thinking. He wanted to sign the bill and take her up to the room. But it was never this easy with them. He'd have to play the game a little longer, though he wasn't sure for whose benefit.
They both noticed the other couple as soon as they stepped on the sand - and shared a few theories about them. Germans, no French. Probably Argentines. He was probably an engineer, maybe she was teacher. Or he was a professional athlete and she a house wife. Maybe he was soldier and she banker. The strange man was tall, muscular, with a shaved head. They couldn't tell if his skin was a bit dark, or if he was just really tan. He had the appearance of a man who worked with his hands, or someone who spent a lot of time lifting things at the gym. His eyes were soft and gentle, despite the defined arms and broad shoulders.
"If he's proportionate all around...that would explain the constant smile on her face," she commented. She didn't expect a reaction or a response. She knew the words would have their intended affect.
The bald man's female companion was striking if not classically beautiful. Dark skinned with dark hair. What she lacked in beauty she made up in sex appeal. She had hips that suggested a latin provenance. She filled her size-too-small bikini, and wasn't shy about the cut of the bikini bottoms. She was always smiling or giggling, constantly sipping something out of her plastic cup.
She and he came up with various scenarios about the strange couple, with each story upping the ante of decency. They were good at this game, the both of them. They had done this before, many times, over many years. With each imaginative story containing kernels of truth about their own desires, goals and fears. He resolved to ignore his fears today, he sensed she made a similar decision.
"How about another swim and we can head up," he suggested. She got up and extended her hand to him. He always enjoyed looking at her body, mostly exposed, while lying down. He always thought she had the perfect proportions, despite her constant insistence on finding imperfections with herself. She was about five inches shorter than him, that sweet spot that required her to lean up to kiss him. He enjoyed slightly lifting her up with his arms around her as their lips touched, that she had to give up a little control in that moment to make the connection. She generally kept her hair to her shoulders, just long enough to fly in the wind, but not obstructing his view of her neck and shoulders. She claimed that she worked out because she was bored, or because she was trying to be healthy. Her dark brown hair contrasted from her paler skin. He liked looking at her body. She liked it too, though she often pretended that it made her uncomfortable.
He took her hand and allowed her to lead him to the water. He could tell she was playfully swinging her hips, making it impossible to keep his eyes off her ass. She looked over her right shoulder, smiled that smile, and ran into the water. He slowed down, again watching her body move, splash through the waves, and disappear as a she dove into a large incoming wave.
He ran in after her. They swam out a ways, far enough that their feet couldnt touch the bottom. They were facing each other, treading water, one waiting for the other to say something.
"How come you haven't kissed me yet," she asked."I wasn't sure you wanted me to.""I'm not sure I want you to. But it would have been polite to..." Before she could finish her sentence his arms were around her, his lips on hers. Their legs found a rhythm of keeping them afloat, as their hands explored each other, as their tongues were finally getting reacquainted.
"Finally," she giggled as she swam away. "That's how I remembered it." He swam after her, grabbing her leg, and moving his touch from her calf all the up her leg and thigh. She turned around, and lightly put her hands over his crotch.
"I hope the rest is just as I remember as well," she whispered in his ear, as she again pushed him away, and began to swim towards shore. It looked to him that she was sprinting. He did not know if it was to get away from him, a typical tease of her's, or as a suggestion for him to hurry and take her back to their room.
She had a towel around her waist, with all their stuff in her tote, as he walked back on shore. One of his favorite things about their dynamic was their ability to anticipate the thoughts of the other, their ability to have a whole conversation without saying a word.
They walked quietly back to the hotel, lightly holding hands. His mind was racing, he could not wait to hear the clicking of the door behind him once they were in the room. He could not decide if he would take off her colorful top first, or keep it on as his mouth explored the rest of her.
"Wone momento, please." He held the doors open as the strange couple ran into the elevator. They were even more impressive up close. Her full breasts, his big arms. She and he tried not to look, but they were too curious, too good at looking. He could see the latina lightly massaging the outside her tall companions shorts, thinking that her body shielded the action from view. All four got off on the 6th floor, and made a right turn from the elevator. She and he stopped at 605, with the strange couple going to 609. -------------------------------------------------------------------------
His hands were all over her before she could close the door behind them. He kissed her deeply, passionately as she dropped her beach tote and kissed him back. It was a long, deliberate kiss. Full of all lust and attraction. He didn't want to rush. They had all weekend, and he wanted to enjoy each piece on its own, he wanted to enjoy each part of her. He knew that he may never have another weekend with her like this.
He untied her sarong and let it fall to the floor, and pulled her closer. He knew she could feel his erection starting to build in his shorts. She did not resist, but he could feel that she wasn't ceding control either. He lifted her up a little and walked backwards towards the bed. He spun around, and laid her softly on the bed, following her body with his own. He kissed her lips again, then moving down to her neck, tasting the saltiness of the sea and the fragrance of the sun block. He kissed her upper chest, making a line with his lips between her breasts. He decided to keep her top on, and lightly caressed both of her breasts as his face moved downwards. He picked her up a little, and moved her up the bed. She lifted her legs, wrapping them around her, as his mouth was on her stomach. His hands massaged her legs, as his lips and tongue lingered on the top of her bikini bottoms. He lifted them a little with his teeth, revealing a beautiful, smooth area that he looked forward savoring in a few moments. He kept the bottoms on for the moment, kissing her over the material, lifting her legs straight up and kissing and licking the inside of her thighs, moving from the left one to the right one, teasing her - the both of them yearning for whats to come.
He moved back up to her face, looking her in the eyes, kissing her with his eyes open. She winked, and he winked back, as she pulled him close to her, pressing her hips and her bikini bottom against the stiffness inside of his shorts. She pulls at them, but the string inside his waistline is still tied, teasing them both.
As they continue to kiss, she lifts her hips and pulls down her own bottoms a little. He pulls back and sits up, helping them along. Her legs are pointing straight up, with what's between them exposed to the air, looking as eager for his lips as his lips are her.
As she lowers her hips, the bikini bottoms hit the floor, and his lips find their way to the top of her sensitive area. He licks her from the top down, and then from the bottom up. From her ass to her clit, he lightly traces his tongue along her. He puts his finger between her lips, feeling her warmth, her wetness. She gasps as his finger begins to massage her from the inside. Then a second finger, with upward motions, as she instinctively raises her hips and pushes down on his fingers. She puts her hands on top of his head and leads his lips to her clit. He slowly kisses and licks it. First up and down, then side to side. He starts slowly but firmly, as his fingers continue to massage inside. He is turned even more by the mix of tastes - her body, her juices, the salt of the sea, the sweat of the action. He moves up to kiss her on her mouth, while his fingers move stronger, harder, with more purpose. He can feel her body getting closer, he can feel her begin to swell a little inside, he can hear her breath getting shorter, her gasps a little louder. She tastes herself on his lips, it intrigues her, it turns her on, she pulls him close with one arm as she grabs his flexing arm with the other. As the orgasm comes over she lets out a loud whisper into his ear, she wants to say yes, and more, and yes, and more, but it sounds like gibberish, the sound of pleasure washing over a beautiful, sexy, and satisfied body. They kiss for a moment, smiling at each other, still saying little. He lets her catch her breath, as he unties her bikini from behind her neck and back. He exposes her round breasts. They are not big, but they are beautiful. They match the rest of her body with their firmness, and he puts his mouth on them. As he kisses on nipple and then sucks on the other, his hand is back between her legs. She reaches for his shorts, trying to find the string, but he does his best to play hard to get. She knows what he's doing, but she's not about to give up yet. She begins massaging him over his shorts, up and down, doing her best to reach around to massage him underneath his balls. He lightly taps her hand away, and grabs her arms at the wrist. He puts her arms behind her head. "Do your best to keep these here. At least try," he says as he again lowers his mouth down her body.
She is wet, her lower lips swollen, her clit is red. He puts his mouth back where it was a few minutes before, and lightly massages the outside of her lips. She knew he was going to push the envelope, and she was ready to let him. He reached over and grabbed a pillow, putting it underneath her hips. He alternated between up and down, left and right. Soft and hard. Fast and slow. He moved between licking her clit and massage the tight ass, then switching and licking her ass as he massaged her clit with his hands. He wanted the orgasm to build slowly. He wanted her to be aware of each stroke of his fingers, of each lick of his tongue. To maximize the sensitivity of each inch of her body. "Don't be shy," she gasped as his finger lightly began to penetrate her ass. He looked up and smiled, and went a little deeper as his tongue went back to work on her clit. She could feel her body getting closer, she could feel it building up, getting tense, eager for the release. She felt vulnerable and exposed with the pillow propping up her hips. She did her best to keep her hands behind her head, trying to fight the urge to scream, to gasp louder, to say his name, to be vulgar, to say what she was really thinking. To let the everyone in the hotel hear it, to announce it loudly. He came up again to kiss her mouth, doing it lightly, and then moving to her ear. "I want you to relax and I want you to come. Watch my eyes, keep yours open, but relax." He went back between her legs, with only his eyes and nose peeking over her pelvis, their eyes locked. His licks became firmer and faster. Her hips raised themselves. He did not stop, her hands grabbed his hair, she couldn't hold back anymore. She let out somethign between a yell and gasp, it was again not English, but was easily translated by her body language as the orgasm washed over her. Her toes curled, her back arched, she threw her head back. A few seconds later she calmed down, he was half on top of her and half next to her. Kissing her cheek.
"You ok?""Umm, yea, just give me a second. That was..""I'm glad you liked it. I love licking you. I love that you're so smooth. I might have to do that again before dinner."
She rolled him over and straddled him. Her naked body rubbing against his shorts. He could feel her warmth on his penis. The wetness. The anticipation.
"What would you like? I think you earned something special."He did not have any specific ideas. He knew he wanted his shorts off, he knew he wanted to feel her mouth on him. He knew he wanted to see her take it as deep as she can, to play with balls, to be a little naughty...But he was not the type to direct. He wanted her to lead. He was comfortable being on his back, ceding control, giving her free reign over her body.
She kissed him on his chest, then down his stomach, and reached her hands inside his shorts. She found the tied string, and undid it with her mouth. She peeled off the shorts, enjoying the contrast of his cold legs from the wet suit, and the warmth and stiffness of his erect penis. She licked the head, and down to the shaft to the base. She came back up to kiss his mouth as she began to slowly stroke him up and down. She tried to pull away, but his held her head to his mouth, prolonging the kiss as her hand continued to move up and down.
She pulled away, and winked at him. She grabbed the pillow and motioned for him to lift his hips. It was her turn to be in control. He had no choice but to oblige, as eager about what was to come as he was curious.
She put just the head in her mouth first, letting some saliva seep from her mouth and run down the shaft. She moved her mouth down, kissing the shaft, using the saliva as a lubricant for her hand. Her strokes became longer, smoother, her mouth reached his balls.
"Looks like someone else is clean and smooth as well." He did not have the power to respond. The tension in his groin had been building since they entered the hotel room, building all day, building for the weeks and months as they planned and waited for this weekend. She licked his balls, up and down, and all around, as she continued to stroke him. "Don't even think about coming yet. We're not even halfway yet." He just grunted in response.
She guided his hand to his penis, showing him that it was his turn to stroke himself. She lifted his balls with her hand as he stroked himself with his. She licked slowly and lightly at first, then harder and faster, as his body responded positively. She let a little more saliva drip down the underside of his balls and onto his ass. She began to massage him lightly there. He was startled but figured that it was only fair as she let him play there only a few minutes ago. It felt nice, sensitive, erotic. He leaned into it, letting go of any control that he thought remained in his hands.
His strokes became faster and with more purpose, but she stopped him. "Not yet," was all she said as she continued to lick up and down and side to side pretty much everywhere. He felt sensitive everywhere, and his penis remained rock hard despite a few minutes of not being touched at all. She continued to massage his balls and his ass as her mouth returned to his shaft. She was moving up and down in a fast and stern way, a steady pace, consistent, as she felt his balls rise a little. His orgasm was about to arrive, she put her hand on the bottom of his shaft and it began to move in unison with her hand. He lifted his hips, she did not stop, as he let out a groan. She continued, not stopping until his orgasm was done, the contractions of his muscles ceased, and she could hear his breath begin to calm down. She took him out of her mouth, gave him a few more strokes, and jumped up to face him. They removed the pillow from under him, and kissed. The mix of their bodies, the salt, the juices, everything created a new and delicious sensation in their mouths. They rolled over to their sides, looked into each others eyes and said nothing for a while. They cuddled for a bit as they both dozed off. They went in and out of a sleepy nap, with his arms around her, and her butt pressed against his pelvis.
She did not know how long they were asleep - maybe 20 minutes, maybe two hours. Her mind felt tired, her eyes heavy. Her body, however, remained very much awake. She felt herself between her legs, she was still wet, she was still turned on, and despite the two orgasms, she wanted more.
He was asleep, she could hear and feel his breath on her neck. She carefully turned around and squeezed out of his hug. She moved down to his penis. It was soft, relaxing, recovering. She put it her mouth, licking his balls with her tongue. He woke up instantly, and within a few seconds the blood begin to flow in reaction to her actions. He let her go for a minute or two, it felt great, but he knew that he wanted to do something else. He pulled her up, put her on her back, and slid himself between her legs. He slid inside, with both of their bodies tensing up at the first thrust. They started slow, her hands on his hips, guiding him. His hands were on each side of her face. He leaned down every few moments to kiss her, keeping his eyes opened, watching her watch him. They did not change positions, they did not do anything out of the ordinary. They stayed that way, altering the angle a few times, but keeping the pace steady and firm. They did not break their eye contact, reading each other's desires, lust and passion. He squinted a little as he was about to come, she moved her hands from his hips to his face, and pulled him closer. Their bodies both tensed up as he thrust hard and deep inside her, with the orgasm making his body tense. They kissed again, whispered a few lovely things to each other into the ear, and kissed for a few more minutes with him still inside her. This was perfect, he thought. This was worth waiting for, she thought. They both smiled at the thought that they had 2 more days of this.
They held hands as they left the hotel room for dinner. They had sex three more times, both coming as many times. There was the shower sex, with her bent over and one leg on the little step as he slid inside her from behind. She let him finish on her mouth in the shower, letting his juice drip down her chin and onto her breasts. She knew he liked that. And even though it did nothing for her, it turned her on knowing he thought she was even sexier like that. An hour later she climbed on top of his as he was sitting on the chair at the desk in the room. She rode him like that, and then turned around and rode him back and forth facing away from him. They moved to the bed, and she wanted to stay on top. She rode him hard and fast, she wanted it as hard as he could give it. His hands guiding her hips. This did not last long, as he grabbed her hips as his orgasm filled her. He then pulled her hips up to his mouth, cupping her clit with his mouth, and pressing a finger against her ass. She continued to move back and forth over his tongue, and his finger slowly slid inside of her. She tightened up as she was about to come, making him wonder what something else there would feel like. The bed was a mess, she said. So he got up, toweled himself and her off, and turned the comforter down. The final time was on the balcony. On the table. She was sitting on the balcony, enjoying the sunset, as he came outside. She had on a robe, he was still naked.
"I want you again. On this table. Outside." He didnt have to say anymore. She lowered her butt on the edge of the table, and opened her robe. She knew she'd be sore, and he wasnt sure how much he had left. But everything was still working. This time was slow, more deliberate, again with lots of eye contact. She came first, and he followed immediately after. They kissed for a while in that position, holding each other close. She was sure someone could see them, was probably watching them, but for the first time in her life, she didn't care.
As they approached the elevator, they saw the couple from 609. They hadn't talked about them during the several hours in the hotel room, but their curiosity returned instantly. They were casual but well dressed. The man wore a light blue linen tailored button down, with his sleeves rolled up and slim light chinos. The flip flops made it more casual, but the fit and crispness of the clothes betrayed a man conscious of his appearance. He noticed the woman's shoes first. He always liked to look at women from the bottom up. She wore strappy wedges and a dress. The dress was to her knee, with the skirt loose and flared. The top of the dress above the waist hugged her form, and the low cut neck revealed even more of her cleavage than her bikini earlier.
"We were on the elevator together a little earlier," she began to his surprise. "Uh, yes, we saw you on the beach," responded the woman, with a hint of a Spanish accent. "Are you on 'oliday as well?" asked the man betraying his a french origin.
Light banter continued for the 15 second elevator ride. "Are you having dinner here? Let's eat together," said Lola from Colombia. "Yes, please. What a great idea," seconded Charles from Montreal.
They accepted. They were eager to spend some time talking one on one, but they were both intrigued by the couple - the night was just beginning.