The last few weeks of my life had been utter chaos. My company had recieved some bad news and we had only a few weeks to repair the damages. So when it was all over and done with, I decided I needed to get away for a few days to rest and relax. I booked myself into a nice hotel in cuba and flew there the next day. After laying out in the sun for hours I decided a quick dip in the pool would be nice. After glancing around and seeing no one was in the vicinity I untied by bikini top and slid my bottoms off dropping them to the side of the pool. I dove in and the fresh cool water felt like silk against my hot skin. I figured a few laps in the pool would alleviate the tension in my muscles from the prior stressful weeks. My body slashed through the water as I swam lap after lap until I felt all the tension drain from me. I slowed to a stop in the deep end, holding onto the side of the pool. I used my one hand to push my long ashe blonde hair from my face. And thats when I noticed him. He was standing only a few feet away from me in his swim suit. The two of us froze as our eyes made contact. My skin growing hot from the embarrassment of being caught swimming naked. I wondered how I was going to get myself out of the pool and to my towel with the least amount of humiliation. Just then it occured to me, I didn't know this man, and he didn't know me, and we would probably never see one another again anyhow. So I climbed up the ladder and walked across the deck with my head held high. I looked back over my shoulder as I began wrapping up in my towel but the man was gone.......
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a weekend away
- Thread starter Sensual
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"Wow"
My hasty retreat had my heart pounding. She was lovely. I'm not sure why I ran, but I think surprising someone in what they intend as a private moment, doesn't encourage a smooth start.
"Presumptious, I guess, to think that anything might start!" I thought to myself. After all, I have just been dumped! Goddam, I hate admitting that, but at least to myself I have to. All the way from London to cuba thinking about it, and I have been well and truly dumped. Thought perhaps a Cuba Libra or two might help me lick my wounds and restore the old self image.
I peered around the wall tentatively. She had found her big fluffy towel and sat knees up, still tossing and fondling her hair, legs long and beautiful pointed away from me.
"Now what?" I muttered quietly.
Suddenly it hit me. Pretend that I assume her nude plunge is the norm hereabouts! With my heart a bit in my throat, I strode back onto the deck carrying my towel. I noticed her stealing a quick glance from the corner of her eyes, pretty eyes. Taking a rather deep breath, "In for a penny, in for a pound," ran through my mind. What other old cliche would shore up my courage, I wondered.
At the edge, I quickly slipped my Speedo style trunks down my hairy legs and dropped them on the side. I hit the water slightly flat, but did my laps aggressively.
Did I see a sly smile bitten back from her lips?
Man, I couldn't do as many laps as she did, so up I came at the deep end and hoisted myself up to a sitting position on the edge and reached for my trunks.
My hasty retreat had my heart pounding. She was lovely. I'm not sure why I ran, but I think surprising someone in what they intend as a private moment, doesn't encourage a smooth start.
"Presumptious, I guess, to think that anything might start!" I thought to myself. After all, I have just been dumped! Goddam, I hate admitting that, but at least to myself I have to. All the way from London to cuba thinking about it, and I have been well and truly dumped. Thought perhaps a Cuba Libra or two might help me lick my wounds and restore the old self image.
I peered around the wall tentatively. She had found her big fluffy towel and sat knees up, still tossing and fondling her hair, legs long and beautiful pointed away from me.
"Now what?" I muttered quietly.
Suddenly it hit me. Pretend that I assume her nude plunge is the norm hereabouts! With my heart a bit in my throat, I strode back onto the deck carrying my towel. I noticed her stealing a quick glance from the corner of her eyes, pretty eyes. Taking a rather deep breath, "In for a penny, in for a pound," ran through my mind. What other old cliche would shore up my courage, I wondered.
At the edge, I quickly slipped my Speedo style trunks down my hairy legs and dropped them on the side. I hit the water slightly flat, but did my laps aggressively.
Did I see a sly smile bitten back from her lips?
Man, I couldn't do as many laps as she did, so up I came at the deep end and hoisted myself up to a sitting position on the edge and reached for my trunks.
After wrapping myself up in my towel I sit back down on the lounger, rubbing lotion onto my skin to keep it soft and silky. Thats when I noticed him walk back around the corner of the building and over to the pool. I wondered to myself if he had just been giving me time to cover up to save me any embarassment. Then I watch as he strips his swim suit off and dives into the water....
For a moment I sit there shocked, wondering what he is up to. I watch as he swims a few laps then he lifts himself out of the water and sits on the side of the pool. I have to bite back a smile as I glance away. The man has a nicely built body that I can't help noticing as I let my eyes travel along it. Our eyes meet across the pool and we both smile.
I sit for a minute wondering what to next when it comes to me. I grab and edge of my towel and drag it away from my body. Then I lay back in the lounger naked letting the sun heat up my skin, well hoping the man is getting heated up himself.
For a moment I sit there shocked, wondering what he is up to. I watch as he swims a few laps then he lifts himself out of the water and sits on the side of the pool. I have to bite back a smile as I glance away. The man has a nicely built body that I can't help noticing as I let my eyes travel along it. Our eyes meet across the pool and we both smile.
I sit for a minute wondering what to next when it comes to me. I grab and edge of my towel and drag it away from my body. Then I lay back in the lounger naked letting the sun heat up my skin, well hoping the man is getting heated up himself.
She had apparently decided to brazen it out; I stared open mouthed as she let the towel down and lay back on the lounger, her breasts like two dolphins exposed and basking in the rays of the sun. I hated myself a little for being so completely obvious, but I simply could not remove my eyes from her beauty. Her breasts were just right, perfectly proportioned to the rest of her, and she was a real blonde, and the Ashe toner in her hair was a perfect complement to her natural color. Light, whispy blonde curls protected the lovely curve of her mons pubis below a flat tummy. She had not been here long, I decided, as the suit had two white zones against a sunny red background. A few days and she would no doubt be nicely bronze. I paused and imagined how her hair would look as she became darker.
I shook my head away not wanting to be caught staring., yet my peripheral vision kept me tuned into her movements and my mind’s eye retained an imprint of her loveliness that was beginning to be reflected in a lengthening mood in my manhood. I would have to think of math problems and cold showers, if I wanted to be able to stand up without causing a scene. We were lucky it was a small hotel and we were here when all the tourists had apparently left the pool entirely to us in favor of a tour of the town.
I couldn’t keep my attention away for long though, and my eyes stole one more pleasure filled, lingering, yet tormenting look down the length of her body as I pretended to simply be looking around the scenery. Sun glasses would have helped conceal my obvious curiosity, but I had none.
Since she had not reached for her suit, I certainly could not put on the trunks which lay soggy under my hand. Her sunglasses gave her the advantage on me; concealing her eyes. "What was she thinking," I wondered.
After what seemed like hours of staring into the bottom of the pool, I at last cranked up my courage and stood up. With trunks in hand, I sauntered in her direction.
My tentative and nervous smile would have to do. Re-building or totally destroying my remaining libido was completely in her hands.
"Could I possibly borrow just a dab of your suntan oil? Silly of me to forget it in my room, with this sun, but there it is."
I shook my head away not wanting to be caught staring., yet my peripheral vision kept me tuned into her movements and my mind’s eye retained an imprint of her loveliness that was beginning to be reflected in a lengthening mood in my manhood. I would have to think of math problems and cold showers, if I wanted to be able to stand up without causing a scene. We were lucky it was a small hotel and we were here when all the tourists had apparently left the pool entirely to us in favor of a tour of the town.
I couldn’t keep my attention away for long though, and my eyes stole one more pleasure filled, lingering, yet tormenting look down the length of her body as I pretended to simply be looking around the scenery. Sun glasses would have helped conceal my obvious curiosity, but I had none.
Since she had not reached for her suit, I certainly could not put on the trunks which lay soggy under my hand. Her sunglasses gave her the advantage on me; concealing her eyes. "What was she thinking," I wondered.
After what seemed like hours of staring into the bottom of the pool, I at last cranked up my courage and stood up. With trunks in hand, I sauntered in her direction.
My tentative and nervous smile would have to do. Re-building or totally destroying my remaining libido was completely in her hands.
"Could I possibly borrow just a dab of your suntan oil? Silly of me to forget it in my room, with this sun, but there it is."
I can not believe my eyes when I see him walking towards me! My courage falters as he stops directly in front of me and I look up through my sunglasses not missing a single inch of his body. I finally reach his face as I notice he is talking to me.
"Pardon?" I glance around to make sure no one is watching us as he asks again if he can us some of my tanning oil. I nod my head and reach down beside me to grab the oil for him. As I hand it over to him our fingers come into contact and I feel a thrill of excitement rush across my skin. My nipples instantly rise and my face turns red as he looks at them.
I watch as he begins rubbing the oil over his body, my mind always two steps ahead of his hands. I have to fight the need to reach out and smooth the oil across his taut skin. I close my eyes and let my mind wander to all the exciting possibilities............
"Pardon?" I glance around to make sure no one is watching us as he asks again if he can us some of my tanning oil. I nod my head and reach down beside me to grab the oil for him. As I hand it over to him our fingers come into contact and I feel a thrill of excitement rush across my skin. My nipples instantly rise and my face turns red as he looks at them.
I watch as he begins rubbing the oil over his body, my mind always two steps ahead of his hands. I have to fight the need to reach out and smooth the oil across his taut skin. I close my eyes and let my mind wander to all the exciting possibilities............
There is a pure pleasure and exhilerating erotic fun when you are nude in front of a stranger. I think I first realized it in the Air Force when one of the other chaps habitually strolled around totally nude. Even though we were all men, it was clear that he still had that air of pleasure and openness as a result of it. That was the way I was feeling now. It is a fine exhilaration and I hadn’t felt it in quite this way in a long time.
I had got beyond the initial reservations and was now feeling positively over the moon with the two of us in the nude. I had the feeling that she must be feeling a similar stimulation.
In fact, her nipples were quite prominent now; pouting out from the bright pink surrounding circles, rather neatly capping the twin mounds which were large enough that they swayed in a very lovely arc when she moved to reach the lotion. The beauty of the underside curve of her breasts was exquisite and my eyes longed to spend hours staring at them. I sat down to do my legs more comfortably and to be a bit less obvious that she was stimulating my cock to an increasing pleasureful erection. Her face showed a slight blush and I was sure that she was taking advantage of the dark glasses to survey me rather totally.
Well, that was OK, I decided. I was not totally out of shape, but could use a bit more exercise than I had been getting. I’m 6 Ft 1 Inch in height and at one time played a lot of tennis, so my muscle structure tends to be the long sinewy type. My hair is nearly black and a few flecks of gray have begun turning up. (premature, of course) . My eyes are dark, too, and my beard tends to be heavy. My skin takes a tan quickly and so I am never very pasty white looking.
My cock, which she seems to be examining rather closely just at this moment is at least average, perhaps a little longer than average and rather broad. I’m not circumcised, though at this stage of slow erection, that will not be so obvious to her. It crosses my mind that I should be glad that the water was not cold enough to shrivel me up to an inconsequential size.
My god, she looked lovely, glistening under the tanning lotion as she was. I longed to ask if there were any little places that I might be able to reach that she couldn’t. I managed to stifle myself. Just barely. "Better not push to fast, " I thought. She had already driven any lingering thoughts of Hilary out of my mind completely.
Her legs were long and curvy, her thighs tight together, formed downward curving hills pointing to the deep depression where just the beginning of her full pussy lips could be glimpsed through the light triangle of curls where my eyes kept straying. I wondered if she noticed.
"Thanks, much. That feels so much better, I can't tell you. I’m David, by the way,......... have you been here long?"
I had got beyond the initial reservations and was now feeling positively over the moon with the two of us in the nude. I had the feeling that she must be feeling a similar stimulation.
In fact, her nipples were quite prominent now; pouting out from the bright pink surrounding circles, rather neatly capping the twin mounds which were large enough that they swayed in a very lovely arc when she moved to reach the lotion. The beauty of the underside curve of her breasts was exquisite and my eyes longed to spend hours staring at them. I sat down to do my legs more comfortably and to be a bit less obvious that she was stimulating my cock to an increasing pleasureful erection. Her face showed a slight blush and I was sure that she was taking advantage of the dark glasses to survey me rather totally.
Well, that was OK, I decided. I was not totally out of shape, but could use a bit more exercise than I had been getting. I’m 6 Ft 1 Inch in height and at one time played a lot of tennis, so my muscle structure tends to be the long sinewy type. My hair is nearly black and a few flecks of gray have begun turning up. (premature, of course) . My eyes are dark, too, and my beard tends to be heavy. My skin takes a tan quickly and so I am never very pasty white looking.
My cock, which she seems to be examining rather closely just at this moment is at least average, perhaps a little longer than average and rather broad. I’m not circumcised, though at this stage of slow erection, that will not be so obvious to her. It crosses my mind that I should be glad that the water was not cold enough to shrivel me up to an inconsequential size.
My god, she looked lovely, glistening under the tanning lotion as she was. I longed to ask if there were any little places that I might be able to reach that she couldn’t. I managed to stifle myself. Just barely. "Better not push to fast, " I thought. She had already driven any lingering thoughts of Hilary out of my mind completely.
Her legs were long and curvy, her thighs tight together, formed downward curving hills pointing to the deep depression where just the beginning of her full pussy lips could be glimpsed through the light triangle of curls where my eyes kept straying. I wondered if she noticed.
"Thanks, much. That feels so much better, I can't tell you. I’m David, by the way,......... have you been here long?"
I smile and offer my hand to the handsome man. "Nice to meet you David.......I actually just arrived here this morning......" I once again feel his warm fingers on mine and I fight the urge to shiver with pleasure. I notice that he hols my hand in his for a moment to long before letting go. I smile over at him and push my sunglasses back in to my tangled wet hair making sure to keep my eyes focused on his face now that he can see them.
I look down briefly then back up at his face. He looks so totally comfortable sitting across from me naked. I lay back in my lounger and subtly look over my body. My skin is still tight with youth, and although I do have a extra pound or two, they are well placed leaving me in no doubt that I have an attractive body.
We both sit there quietly for what seems like an eternity. Then I turn to face him again. My breasts shift so that they are facing him and his eyes are instantly drawn to them and I can't help but smile to myself. "My name is Sara by the way....I don't think I have told you yet...."
I look down briefly then back up at his face. He looks so totally comfortable sitting across from me naked. I lay back in my lounger and subtly look over my body. My skin is still tight with youth, and although I do have a extra pound or two, they are well placed leaving me in no doubt that I have an attractive body.
We both sit there quietly for what seems like an eternity. Then I turn to face him again. My breasts shift so that they are facing him and his eyes are instantly drawn to them and I can't help but smile to myself. "My name is Sara by the way....I don't think I have told you yet...."
"SARA!" My smile widened even more than it did when she turned to me and her breasts swayed gently into my view again. "Really? I love it. I’ve been watching one of those old BBC re-runs called The Jewel In The Crown – all about India and an endless number of episodes. There is an actress who plays Sara in it who I have big thing for! She has your wide cheekbones and pretty, light blue eyes, but she has freckles which you have not. But she has a graceful, lovely, elegant shape like you. Maybe you’ve seen it?" I asked hopefully, finally taking a breath.
She looked perplexed.
"Oh, well! Not very interesting, I guess." Laughing at my own discomfort. "So we are both newcomers. I just came from London last night. Looking for a little sun and relaxation.
I glanced at her bare ring finger and made sure mine was as visible as the rest of me. She raised one knee, reminding me of the beauty of her mons veneris, and attracting my eyes again. She must think I’m a lecher for sure, I thought.
"Well then,…………… Sara! ……. Listen, holidays are so brief. ………. Pardon me if I’m too forward, will you? I’ve had a restaurant recommended by a close friend that I have looked up. It’s high up overlooking the harbor someplace." I waved an arm in the direction of the hills beyond our walls. "I’ve also found a man with a terribly direlict old can of a taxi who promises to take me there. ……… I’m wondering, any chance of you joining me? …………. save a lonely meal, I hate eating alone, don’t you?"
My smile widened and I searched her face for some encouragement.
She looked perplexed.
"Oh, well! Not very interesting, I guess." Laughing at my own discomfort. "So we are both newcomers. I just came from London last night. Looking for a little sun and relaxation.
I glanced at her bare ring finger and made sure mine was as visible as the rest of me. She raised one knee, reminding me of the beauty of her mons veneris, and attracting my eyes again. She must think I’m a lecher for sure, I thought.
"Well then,…………… Sara! ……. Listen, holidays are so brief. ………. Pardon me if I’m too forward, will you? I’ve had a restaurant recommended by a close friend that I have looked up. It’s high up overlooking the harbor someplace." I waved an arm in the direction of the hills beyond our walls. "I’ve also found a man with a terribly direlict old can of a taxi who promises to take me there. ……… I’m wondering, any chance of you joining me? …………. save a lonely meal, I hate eating alone, don’t you?"
My smile widened and I searched her face for some encouragement.
I could see he was nervous about asking me out to dinner so I smiled to reassure him a little. His eyes kept wandering the length of my body, and in return my skin was taking on a faint blush.
"Well I just flew in today and I am somewhat tired.....but if you wouldn't mind making it an early dinner I would love too." I sat up on my chair and swung my legs over to the side so that I was facing him. I let my knees fall open the tiniest bit giving him a glimpse of what he most wanted to see.
I had to bite back a laugh because of the look that crossed his face. Before he could say more I stood up and began wrapping myself in the towel again. Then turning away from him I bent over and grabbed up my bathing suit and tanning oil. His eyes were wide when I turned back.
"So what time should I expect you David? and am I to dress casual for this restaurant?"
"Well I just flew in today and I am somewhat tired.....but if you wouldn't mind making it an early dinner I would love too." I sat up on my chair and swung my legs over to the side so that I was facing him. I let my knees fall open the tiniest bit giving him a glimpse of what he most wanted to see.
I had to bite back a laugh because of the look that crossed his face. Before he could say more I stood up and began wrapping myself in the towel again. Then turning away from him I bent over and grabbed up my bathing suit and tanning oil. His eyes were wide when I turned back.
"So what time should I expect you David? and am I to dress casual for this restaurant?"
My mouth was dry as I struggled to speak.
"Early is fine, Sara. But, you don't really need all that beauty sleep you know! OK, OK, how's 6:30? Well, not too casual, really, this is supposed to be the best of the best according to my friend. Six thirty in the lobby then. Lovely!" I really couldn't in good conscience stand up right now, so I pretended to be busy with toweling off my already dry skin as she smiled at me over her shoulder.
I really had no idea about the dress code, but I really couldn't wait to see what Sara looked like in something soft and feminine. She left me lying in a small puddle on the pool deck, limp as a dishrag. I stared happily up at the blue sky above and smiled broadly. This was going to be a great holiday.
I wonder how she knew to leave just as the stream of returning tourists arrived to stare at me, still in the all together lying on the lounger with this big cheshire cat grin and no swim suit. I was half way down the side of the pool before I noticed their interested stares and beat my way back to find my trunks.
Six thirty suddenly seemed a long way off.
"Early is fine, Sara. But, you don't really need all that beauty sleep you know! OK, OK, how's 6:30? Well, not too casual, really, this is supposed to be the best of the best according to my friend. Six thirty in the lobby then. Lovely!" I really couldn't in good conscience stand up right now, so I pretended to be busy with toweling off my already dry skin as she smiled at me over her shoulder.
I really had no idea about the dress code, but I really couldn't wait to see what Sara looked like in something soft and feminine. She left me lying in a small puddle on the pool deck, limp as a dishrag. I stared happily up at the blue sky above and smiled broadly. This was going to be a great holiday.
I wonder how she knew to leave just as the stream of returning tourists arrived to stare at me, still in the all together lying on the lounger with this big cheshire cat grin and no swim suit. I was half way down the side of the pool before I noticed their interested stares and beat my way back to find my trunks.
Six thirty suddenly seemed a long way off.
It was twenty after six already and I was beginning to get nervous waiting for David to show up at my door. I once again made my way in front of the full length mirror looking myself over. I shifted the peach silk dress across my hips and smiled as it hugged all the right places. The spagetti straps hung precariously on my shoulders and the bodice was cut provocatively low. My hair hung heavy across my shoulders and down my back.
I glanced at my watch.....it was six thirty at last. I soft knock echoed in the room and I reached out and opened door smiling up into Davids face. "Just give me one minute to slip on my sandles". I turned away and bent over pulling the strappy sandles on and then I stood and grabbed my purse. I stepped out onto the patio and pulled the door closed behind me then I reached out and slipped my small hand into his. I had been longing for the exciting thrill of our skin touching for what seemed like hours now...
I glanced at my watch.....it was six thirty at last. I soft knock echoed in the room and I reached out and opened door smiling up into Davids face. "Just give me one minute to slip on my sandles". I turned away and bent over pulling the strappy sandles on and then I stood and grabbed my purse. I stepped out onto the patio and pulled the door closed behind me then I reached out and slipped my small hand into his. I had been longing for the exciting thrill of our skin touching for what seemed like hours now...
My heart nearly stopped when she opened the door. I was right. She looked not just sensational, but beautiful beyond words in the soft feminine peach colored cocktail dress. There is a special something about beautifully tanned, perhaps freshly tanned skin next to a slinky silky dress. Both colors seem enhanced and leap into your eyes. Somehow she had dried her hair and had it looking freshly coifed; I loved the way her long hair curled and formed a wide inward curve around her neck. It promised an intimacy that I could almost feel.
Sara turned away for a moment to slip into a pair of sandals. I watched, bewitched, as she bent over to adjust a strap. Her legs were long and beautiful below the silk dress which ended just above her knees. I could find no panty line through the light dress, just the smooth, long lovely curve of her bottom. My eyes lingered, fondled her in my mind. She whirled around, ready to go, catching me staring, open mouthed. I still hadn’t spoken.
Her hand slipped into mine and she smiled. "Shall I pretend that this is just an old thing I pulled out of the bottom of the suitcase? Or do you want to say how much you like it?" She giggled at my discomfort.
‘Ahhhh, Sara, I am overwhelmed. You know, they are communists down here, you will blow their minds!" I laughed happily. Sara was one of those beautiful woman who seemed completely comfortable and unassuming about their looks. I, on the other hand, was a small town boy who never got sophisticated enough to take this beauty in stride. I was striving to act that way now.
The ancient car was a rather bilious pink color and it whined and whirred it’s way first through narrow city streets and then slowly climbed a circuitous trail covered over with tropical trees so dense we could at times see nothing in any direction. Sara, sat close to me, I think out of fear, but I was willing to imagine she was starting to warm to my charm.
We finally climbed out at the top to find a hilltop house made of stone and looking over the bay. I took her hand once again, and watched transfixed as she uncoiled those beautiful legs and climbed out, looking into my eyes with that whimsical smile I loved so much. Eduardo spoke to the maitre de who assured us that he would reappear in about two hours and wait until we were ready for the return trip.
We were seated in a small room separated from the main dining room. There were perhaps 10 tables in the larger and just the single one in the tiny balcony "room" we would have to ourselves. A brightly colored painting of rather abstract ocean scene was on the back wall, another on a second, and the other two walls were open for our pleasure. The lights of the city twinkled below us. I felt Sara’s hand tighten on my arm as the sweep of the glimmering, shimmering scene caught her by surprise.
"Oh, wow!" was all she said, in a tiny whisper, and leaned out over the railing. "Oh David, come look!"
I slipped my arm around her slim waist, taking through my finger tips, the pleasure of her softness under the silk dress . She moved close, snuggling against the chill of the night air; I didn’t resist. Her breasts looked like they had been scooped by a perfect ice cream dipper, from a rich, perfect container of home-made ice cream on a warm summer evening.
Sara turned away for a moment to slip into a pair of sandals. I watched, bewitched, as she bent over to adjust a strap. Her legs were long and beautiful below the silk dress which ended just above her knees. I could find no panty line through the light dress, just the smooth, long lovely curve of her bottom. My eyes lingered, fondled her in my mind. She whirled around, ready to go, catching me staring, open mouthed. I still hadn’t spoken.
Her hand slipped into mine and she smiled. "Shall I pretend that this is just an old thing I pulled out of the bottom of the suitcase? Or do you want to say how much you like it?" She giggled at my discomfort.
‘Ahhhh, Sara, I am overwhelmed. You know, they are communists down here, you will blow their minds!" I laughed happily. Sara was one of those beautiful woman who seemed completely comfortable and unassuming about their looks. I, on the other hand, was a small town boy who never got sophisticated enough to take this beauty in stride. I was striving to act that way now.
The ancient car was a rather bilious pink color and it whined and whirred it’s way first through narrow city streets and then slowly climbed a circuitous trail covered over with tropical trees so dense we could at times see nothing in any direction. Sara, sat close to me, I think out of fear, but I was willing to imagine she was starting to warm to my charm.
We finally climbed out at the top to find a hilltop house made of stone and looking over the bay. I took her hand once again, and watched transfixed as she uncoiled those beautiful legs and climbed out, looking into my eyes with that whimsical smile I loved so much. Eduardo spoke to the maitre de who assured us that he would reappear in about two hours and wait until we were ready for the return trip.
We were seated in a small room separated from the main dining room. There were perhaps 10 tables in the larger and just the single one in the tiny balcony "room" we would have to ourselves. A brightly colored painting of rather abstract ocean scene was on the back wall, another on a second, and the other two walls were open for our pleasure. The lights of the city twinkled below us. I felt Sara’s hand tighten on my arm as the sweep of the glimmering, shimmering scene caught her by surprise.
"Oh, wow!" was all she said, in a tiny whisper, and leaned out over the railing. "Oh David, come look!"
I slipped my arm around her slim waist, taking through my finger tips, the pleasure of her softness under the silk dress . She moved close, snuggling against the chill of the night air; I didn’t resist. Her breasts looked like they had been scooped by a perfect ice cream dipper, from a rich, perfect container of home-made ice cream on a warm summer evening.
My breath caught in my throat as I looked out at the beautiful sights in front of me. The city below twinkled and shimmered like coins in water. As Davids arm curled around my waist I couldn't help but shutter with excitement. I snuggled in closer to his body, enjoying the closeness.
"Come Sara, lets enjoy the food as well as the view..." David Said. Reluctantly I walked over to the table and sat down. I watched as he folded himself into his chair and then smiled over at me. I knew in that instant it was a magical night.
The food was mouth watering good, but it paled in comparison to the man sitting across from me. I listened as he talked of his life back in London. This man had the ability to make me smile and laugh, and I couldn't remember the last time I had felt so open. I shared a little of myself as well, making sure not to divulge to much information taking away any sense of mystery I may have held.
The music hung in the air all around us and I wasn't surprised when he asked me to dance. What did come as a surprise was how comfortably we fit with one another. His arm encirled my waist and drew me in close to his body well his hand gently held mine and led the way. Our movements mirrored one anothers, it was as if we had been dancing together our entire lives.
I pressed in closer to David immediately feeling his body responding to the contact with mine. I could hear him breathing softly in my ear and I ached to move in even closer.
"Come Sara, lets enjoy the food as well as the view..." David Said. Reluctantly I walked over to the table and sat down. I watched as he folded himself into his chair and then smiled over at me. I knew in that instant it was a magical night.
The food was mouth watering good, but it paled in comparison to the man sitting across from me. I listened as he talked of his life back in London. This man had the ability to make me smile and laugh, and I couldn't remember the last time I had felt so open. I shared a little of myself as well, making sure not to divulge to much information taking away any sense of mystery I may have held.
The music hung in the air all around us and I wasn't surprised when he asked me to dance. What did come as a surprise was how comfortably we fit with one another. His arm encirled my waist and drew me in close to his body well his hand gently held mine and led the way. Our movements mirrored one anothers, it was as if we had been dancing together our entire lives.
I pressed in closer to David immediately feeling his body responding to the contact with mine. I could hear him breathing softly in my ear and I ached to move in even closer.
I have found only a few people with whom dancing was an extreme pleasure. Sara was one of them. I don’t know if it is just that I have an odd gait or it’s just that you only find a few people who have taken dancing lessons and therefore are serious dancers. I remembered dancing at a fund raising ball with a woman who taught ballet professionally as the first time I had really enjoyed dancing.
There had been a full orchestra and they had played several waltzes. Viennese waltzes are surely the most natural of movements for two bodies to make together, apart from the obvious one of making love.
That occasion had been a glorious memory locked in my memory and tonight, dancing with Sara on an uneven stone floor was somehow even better.
I felt my body reacting to the touch of her curves along my body. We moved easily and I think quite gracefully as well. One can always tell when it is going well, because every move simply feels right. Now that they were quite comfortable with each other, I had time to think of other things. My hand explored her straight back, fondling and teasing until I found her nicest curve -- the outward swell of her hips just below the narrowest part of her hips. Here I lingered, fondling and toying with her firm curve. My hand slipped lower and I felt the change of the curve to concave as it headed for the compact roundness of her bottom. I pressed gently and felt Sara move comfortably closer, now pressing evenly along my body, straddling my leg as we turned, the hardness of her mound against my upper thigh.
My body retaliated by prodding her gently with a gathering erection. I sensed that she recognized it immediately and I felt her adjust to press against it, as still we kept in perfect step, though the drummer had lost the beat badly a few bars ago and kept probing around aimlessly to find it again. At last he fell in with our regular beat and I felt my swollen cock being rolled between us as Sara’s dress slipped silkily against my body.
The perfect breasts I remembered from the pool deck were now nestled against me without a murmur of complaint. I could only imagine that her nipples were erect against me, but I was nearly sure of it.
We swung into a tango, surprising both of us, I think. First that the band played one and second that we simply slipped into the sensuous rhythm and moves of the dance as if it were second nature. If I hadn’t been so sure that sex with Sara was going to be extraordinary, I would have mused that the tango was better than sex. My hand brushed the side of her breast at each brisk, clipped turn we made back and forth across the length of the little dance floor. Her mound caressed me on each stepover at the end of the floor.
My cock was swollen with excitement, my trousers only just keeping me contained. Finally as the band headed for their break we stood looking at each other with satisfaction.
She nodded her head once at me and said simply, "Good!"
I held her hand fast, not letting her head for the table and leaned toward her lips which looked lovely in a bright red slash of lipstick. She seemed to think about it a moment, then offered her lips for my kiss. Our hand were pressed between us, hers against my cock and mine against her mound. Her lips parted and her tongue found mine in anticipation briefly, then disappeared again. Our kiss broke apart, but our hands remained trapped in their lovely place for moments longer.
I leaned closer again and whispered in her ear, "VERY good!" I could feel her smile and then the nod of her head against my cheek.
There had been a full orchestra and they had played several waltzes. Viennese waltzes are surely the most natural of movements for two bodies to make together, apart from the obvious one of making love.
That occasion had been a glorious memory locked in my memory and tonight, dancing with Sara on an uneven stone floor was somehow even better.
I felt my body reacting to the touch of her curves along my body. We moved easily and I think quite gracefully as well. One can always tell when it is going well, because every move simply feels right. Now that they were quite comfortable with each other, I had time to think of other things. My hand explored her straight back, fondling and teasing until I found her nicest curve -- the outward swell of her hips just below the narrowest part of her hips. Here I lingered, fondling and toying with her firm curve. My hand slipped lower and I felt the change of the curve to concave as it headed for the compact roundness of her bottom. I pressed gently and felt Sara move comfortably closer, now pressing evenly along my body, straddling my leg as we turned, the hardness of her mound against my upper thigh.
My body retaliated by prodding her gently with a gathering erection. I sensed that she recognized it immediately and I felt her adjust to press against it, as still we kept in perfect step, though the drummer had lost the beat badly a few bars ago and kept probing around aimlessly to find it again. At last he fell in with our regular beat and I felt my swollen cock being rolled between us as Sara’s dress slipped silkily against my body.
The perfect breasts I remembered from the pool deck were now nestled against me without a murmur of complaint. I could only imagine that her nipples were erect against me, but I was nearly sure of it.
We swung into a tango, surprising both of us, I think. First that the band played one and second that we simply slipped into the sensuous rhythm and moves of the dance as if it were second nature. If I hadn’t been so sure that sex with Sara was going to be extraordinary, I would have mused that the tango was better than sex. My hand brushed the side of her breast at each brisk, clipped turn we made back and forth across the length of the little dance floor. Her mound caressed me on each stepover at the end of the floor.
My cock was swollen with excitement, my trousers only just keeping me contained. Finally as the band headed for their break we stood looking at each other with satisfaction.
She nodded her head once at me and said simply, "Good!"
I held her hand fast, not letting her head for the table and leaned toward her lips which looked lovely in a bright red slash of lipstick. She seemed to think about it a moment, then offered her lips for my kiss. Our hand were pressed between us, hers against my cock and mine against her mound. Her lips parted and her tongue found mine in anticipation briefly, then disappeared again. Our kiss broke apart, but our hands remained trapped in their lovely place for moments longer.
I leaned closer again and whispered in her ear, "VERY good!" I could feel her smile and then the nod of her head against my cheek.
I felt frozen to the spot. He was rock hard now and I had him in my hand. The temptation to move my hand against him was overwhelming but I noticed we had attracted the attention of others at this point. I could feel his breath on my cheek as he whispered to me.....
"Very Good" David said softly in my ear. I couldn't help but smile to myself. I had only met this man hours earlier and yet we were here together holding each other so intimately, and I could think of no other place I would rather be at that moment. I let my hand slide down across him and then fall away with the promise of fun to come.
Reluctantly he pulled away fom me as well and I instantly felt the cool air against my hot skin where his body had been in contact with me. I shivered and moved back in closer to him. His arms opened to me and I moved into him. I lifted my face to his and gently kissed his chin....
"Maybe we could get dessert elsewhere?" I asked. Smiling up into his eyes mischeiviously.......
"Very Good" David said softly in my ear. I couldn't help but smile to myself. I had only met this man hours earlier and yet we were here together holding each other so intimately, and I could think of no other place I would rather be at that moment. I let my hand slide down across him and then fall away with the promise of fun to come.
Reluctantly he pulled away fom me as well and I instantly felt the cool air against my hot skin where his body had been in contact with me. I shivered and moved back in closer to him. His arms opened to me and I moved into him. I lifted my face to his and gently kissed his chin....
"Maybe we could get dessert elsewhere?" I asked. Smiling up into his eyes mischeiviously.......
"Oh, ........... I am sorry, Sara, I should have asked! ..... You made me promise that it would be an early evening, you know! So, I ordered a special dessert before we started dancing. I thought it would save time and still trap you for a few more minutes at least." My smile was rather mischievous. God, she was good company, though. "Will that be alright?"
"Ok, Ok, I get the point." she laughed that infectious way, the lovely wide slash of a mouth widening in a smile that swallowed me up completely. Looking very beautifully, she offered her hand and we slipped back to our table for my 'stolen moments.'
The waiter motioned that dessert was ready and I nodded for him to bring it. There were two really and the waiter worked on the first beside our table, all the while entertaining Sara with his banter and elaborate gestures. The spectacular flames rose nearly to the ceiling as he built the "Bananas Foster" and placed in front of me just as another waiter brought a beautiful "Baked Alaska" with it's dome of that crusty white stuff whose name I can never remember over a large igloo of ice cream. He drizzled a little chocolate over the top and left us alone.
It took about an hour for us to feed each other alternating hot and cold dessert across the table. I had moved my chair to the side to be closer and that saved time, I pointed out to Sara. I felt her foot caress my ankle in reply and her smile was a perfect reward for being so bloody witty. Her foot teasing mine as we fed each other was such an erotic and idyllic conclusion to the meal, I was in a constant state of arousal.
As I talked, I touched her arm with my hand and Sara pressed it tight against the side of her breast. We sat looking into each other's eyes for a minute, forkloads of Foster and Alaska forgotten in our hands.
I had no idea where this was headed, but what a lovely journey we have started.
"Ok, Ok, I get the point." she laughed that infectious way, the lovely wide slash of a mouth widening in a smile that swallowed me up completely. Looking very beautifully, she offered her hand and we slipped back to our table for my 'stolen moments.'
The waiter motioned that dessert was ready and I nodded for him to bring it. There were two really and the waiter worked on the first beside our table, all the while entertaining Sara with his banter and elaborate gestures. The spectacular flames rose nearly to the ceiling as he built the "Bananas Foster" and placed in front of me just as another waiter brought a beautiful "Baked Alaska" with it's dome of that crusty white stuff whose name I can never remember over a large igloo of ice cream. He drizzled a little chocolate over the top and left us alone.
It took about an hour for us to feed each other alternating hot and cold dessert across the table. I had moved my chair to the side to be closer and that saved time, I pointed out to Sara. I felt her foot caress my ankle in reply and her smile was a perfect reward for being so bloody witty. Her foot teasing mine as we fed each other was such an erotic and idyllic conclusion to the meal, I was in a constant state of arousal.
As I talked, I touched her arm with my hand and Sara pressed it tight against the side of her breast. We sat looking into each other's eyes for a minute, forkloads of Foster and Alaska forgotten in our hands.
I had no idea where this was headed, but what a lovely journey we have started.
I loved the feel of his hand on my skin. It made me long for more of his touch in ways I had almost forgotten existed. As we ate the lovely desserts I couldn't help but examine David closer. Every time he smiled I felt my temperature rise another notch.
When my stomach finally said no more food I pushed back from the table and grabbed for David's hand gently pulling it over to me and sitting it flat on my tummy. "I am all full, no more room for food...." I said smiling. His fingers gently carressed me causing my silky dress to bunch up under his hand. I leaned over the chair and kissed him softly, letting my tongue dart out quickly and slide across his bottom lip.
"That was delicious" I said making no clarification whether I was refering to the kiss or the dessert. I gently laid my hand on his thigh and give a soft squeeze."But I think its time to head back to the hotel......"
I wanted to say more, offer him more, but I couldn't get the words out. He smiled and stood pulling me up with him. I remained as close to him as I could get as we exited the restaurant and once inside the taxi I all but sat in his lap. I wondered what would happen when we arrived back at the hotel.
When my stomach finally said no more food I pushed back from the table and grabbed for David's hand gently pulling it over to me and sitting it flat on my tummy. "I am all full, no more room for food...." I said smiling. His fingers gently carressed me causing my silky dress to bunch up under his hand. I leaned over the chair and kissed him softly, letting my tongue dart out quickly and slide across his bottom lip.
"That was delicious" I said making no clarification whether I was refering to the kiss or the dessert. I gently laid my hand on his thigh and give a soft squeeze."But I think its time to head back to the hotel......"
I wanted to say more, offer him more, but I couldn't get the words out. He smiled and stood pulling me up with him. I remained as close to him as I could get as we exited the restaurant and once inside the taxi I all but sat in his lap. I wondered what would happen when we arrived back at the hotel.
Now I will tell you, faithful reader, the absolutely sexiest, most sensual, most beautiful thing a girl can do, perhaps even the nicest complement is to do something like Sara did next!!
She has such an easy way of talking, that's one of the lovely things about her, it is like walking in swing step with a graceful someone. It is like rolling slowly down a snow covered hill when you are 5 years old.
But that isn't it. That is just a side comment about Sara. As I was saying, the next thing she did was so elegant and so trusting and so charming, that I am still squirming with pleasure. She pushed back from the table and took my hand, first taking my fork away and laying it down. Then she pulled me a little closer, her knees still together as she did it, and put my hand flat on her stomach. See what I mean? that is so good, you can't believe it.
Her tummy under the silk dress was a small round little protuberance, so feminine feeling, so just right for a girl, so lovely, really. My hand only moved a little bit, just enough to get to know this little corner of heaven. I'm sure my mouth just hung slack and my eyes were probably half closed. Every nerve and fibre of my body seemed focuse on that spot, the little oval of Sara under my hand. She was soft, yet firm, and my finger found the band of her panties under the silk. I simply stroked the path that it marked in circling her waist. There is something terribly exciting and mysterious about touching a girl's underwear, you know. Probably girls don't understand that we grow up with that weakness. it must by in the genes. i can't remember when it wasn't true, at least for me, and at least with a girl this beautiful in both mind and body.
I remember that she kissed me through my fog. I'm pretty sure of that. Then I stood and took her hand to lead her away to our hotel. Her pretty legs parted slightly and her skirt tented across the curves of her thighs. My mind flew back to the moment by the pool when she had turned toward me and, just for an instant, opened a view of the neat crease between her legs still glistening wet from her swim. I longed for a less hurried view.
And then we were striding out of the restaurant, both seemingly in a hurry now that a start had been made. (No pun intended)
Eduardo, as good as his word was waiting there in the dark. His discarded cigarette made a fiery arc and then sparks in surrounding jungle. Sara sat very close, her thigh pressing mine seductively. I couldn't get the thought of how her tummy felt out of my mind. I turned to her with a smile. She looked at me quizically. My smile became a grin and I placed my hand on her tummy once again.
Sara just giggled and we sat looking through the darkness into each other's eyes. Someplace in the background, Eduardo continued his monologue of the scenic aspects of Havana. We weren't there. We were someplace else, though Sara kept answering with single words from time to time as the considerate thing to do.
That's the thing about Sara.
She has such an easy way of talking, that's one of the lovely things about her, it is like walking in swing step with a graceful someone. It is like rolling slowly down a snow covered hill when you are 5 years old.
But that isn't it. That is just a side comment about Sara. As I was saying, the next thing she did was so elegant and so trusting and so charming, that I am still squirming with pleasure. She pushed back from the table and took my hand, first taking my fork away and laying it down. Then she pulled me a little closer, her knees still together as she did it, and put my hand flat on her stomach. See what I mean? that is so good, you can't believe it.
Her tummy under the silk dress was a small round little protuberance, so feminine feeling, so just right for a girl, so lovely, really. My hand only moved a little bit, just enough to get to know this little corner of heaven. I'm sure my mouth just hung slack and my eyes were probably half closed. Every nerve and fibre of my body seemed focuse on that spot, the little oval of Sara under my hand. She was soft, yet firm, and my finger found the band of her panties under the silk. I simply stroked the path that it marked in circling her waist. There is something terribly exciting and mysterious about touching a girl's underwear, you know. Probably girls don't understand that we grow up with that weakness. it must by in the genes. i can't remember when it wasn't true, at least for me, and at least with a girl this beautiful in both mind and body.
I remember that she kissed me through my fog. I'm pretty sure of that. Then I stood and took her hand to lead her away to our hotel. Her pretty legs parted slightly and her skirt tented across the curves of her thighs. My mind flew back to the moment by the pool when she had turned toward me and, just for an instant, opened a view of the neat crease between her legs still glistening wet from her swim. I longed for a less hurried view.
And then we were striding out of the restaurant, both seemingly in a hurry now that a start had been made. (No pun intended)
Eduardo, as good as his word was waiting there in the dark. His discarded cigarette made a fiery arc and then sparks in surrounding jungle. Sara sat very close, her thigh pressing mine seductively. I couldn't get the thought of how her tummy felt out of my mind. I turned to her with a smile. She looked at me quizically. My smile became a grin and I placed my hand on her tummy once again.
Sara just giggled and we sat looking through the darkness into each other's eyes. Someplace in the background, Eduardo continued his monologue of the scenic aspects of Havana. We weren't there. We were someplace else, though Sara kept answering with single words from time to time as the considerate thing to do.
That's the thing about Sara.
My heart all but stopped as he reached over and placed his hand back on my tummy. I couldn't help but giggle at the situation I was in. I hardly knew this man and yet I was drawn to him and I couldn't muster up a single reason to want to fight the attraction.
His fingers moved against my tummy in both a seductive and yet innocent way. I looked down and watched as his hand move against me, watching his fingers gently explore the slighty rounded area. They made their way to the line of my panties and I watched intensely as he used one finger to trace them, my dress catching inside of them where his finger had trailed.
We both looked up at one another at the same time, our eyes speaking to one another while his hand moved against me. I caught a few words from the driver of the taxi here and there and tried to seem like I was interested but I couldn't drag my attention away from David. His hand was causing a rush of heat deep inside of me and I longed for more.
"Here we are then......" I lifted my head in shock as I realized we were sitting outside of our hotel. I felt my face flush from embarrassment as we stepped from the car. We walked quietly along side one another, his arm draped casually around my hips bringing me into close contact with him. I smiled as we passed the pool we had met at only hours before. Then we stopped short of my hotel room door and turned to look at one another. I held my breath waiting and wondering about what would happen next.....
[Edited by Sensual on 09-24-2000 at 03:23 PM]
His fingers moved against my tummy in both a seductive and yet innocent way. I looked down and watched as his hand move against me, watching his fingers gently explore the slighty rounded area. They made their way to the line of my panties and I watched intensely as he used one finger to trace them, my dress catching inside of them where his finger had trailed.
We both looked up at one another at the same time, our eyes speaking to one another while his hand moved against me. I caught a few words from the driver of the taxi here and there and tried to seem like I was interested but I couldn't drag my attention away from David. His hand was causing a rush of heat deep inside of me and I longed for more.
"Here we are then......" I lifted my head in shock as I realized we were sitting outside of our hotel. I felt my face flush from embarrassment as we stepped from the car. We walked quietly along side one another, his arm draped casually around my hips bringing me into close contact with him. I smiled as we passed the pool we had met at only hours before. Then we stopped short of my hotel room door and turned to look at one another. I held my breath waiting and wondering about what would happen next.....
[Edited by Sensual on 09-24-2000 at 03:23 PM]
"Oh god, I've forgotten my watch. Must have left it by the pool earlier!"
Sara looked a little perplexed. She looked pretty when she was perplexed, too, as she had with my hand shockingly covering her tummy in the taxi.
"I just mean, I have no way of knowing ........."
"What, knowing what?" she smiled.
"Well, knowing if I have got the princess back before the hour promised or if I shall momentarily be returned to my natural state as a frog and her room will turn into a pumpkin!" Now you gotta think that is a pretty good line coming just out of nowhere, right?
"And the awful thing is that if I knew there were fifteen minutes left to tick off, Princess Sara, I would ask to be invited in for the coffee we missed at the restaurant. Room service is shockingly quick here, have you noticed. And, after all, we have been intimate already, I mean I can count on my thumbs the number of women -- or men -- whose tummy I have fondled shamelessly in a taxi cab."
Sara smiled and looked at me with what I would classify as a sidelong glance - a term I only know recognised the definition of. Her hand reached down to the front of my trousets. Now I was startled.
Her hand grabbed ............................. my pocket. "I think I found your watch, Prince Rebbit!" she croaked quietly.
I thought I had lost and I must surely have looked crestfallen.
"However, if it will be the last corny line you will ever invent, The Princess will grant .........."
I waited, holding my breath for her to finish the sentence which started in such a promising way. Sara has such a nice smile.
Sara looked a little perplexed. She looked pretty when she was perplexed, too, as she had with my hand shockingly covering her tummy in the taxi.
"I just mean, I have no way of knowing ........."
"What, knowing what?" she smiled.
"Well, knowing if I have got the princess back before the hour promised or if I shall momentarily be returned to my natural state as a frog and her room will turn into a pumpkin!" Now you gotta think that is a pretty good line coming just out of nowhere, right?
"And the awful thing is that if I knew there were fifteen minutes left to tick off, Princess Sara, I would ask to be invited in for the coffee we missed at the restaurant. Room service is shockingly quick here, have you noticed. And, after all, we have been intimate already, I mean I can count on my thumbs the number of women -- or men -- whose tummy I have fondled shamelessly in a taxi cab."
Sara smiled and looked at me with what I would classify as a sidelong glance - a term I only know recognised the definition of. Her hand reached down to the front of my trousets. Now I was startled.
Her hand grabbed ............................. my pocket. "I think I found your watch, Prince Rebbit!" she croaked quietly.
I thought I had lost and I must surely have looked crestfallen.
"However, if it will be the last corny line you will ever invent, The Princess will grant .........."
I waited, holding my breath for her to finish the sentence which started in such a promising way. Sara has such a nice smile.
I could see the question in his eyes and I had to control the urge to laugh. I knew he wanted to come inside with me, but I also knew that he would leave just as easy if that was my choice. So I smiled teasingly into his eyes..
"However, if that will be the last corny line you ever invent, the princess...........will invite you in for coffee and grant you one wish." My heart stopped as his face broke out in this huge smile, his eyes sparkling in the twilight.
I turned away to catch my breath and unlock the door. I pushed it open and walked inside allowing him to trial behind me. I kicked off my sandals and walked over to the telephone dialing the number to room service. After I had ordered coffee and a small tray of pastries to be sent to my room I turned to find where David had gone to.
Noticing he was wasn't in the small living room with me I headed down the hall only to find him standing in the door to my bedroom. I walked up beside him looking into the room trying to see what he was so interested in. My eyes searched but saw only the king sized bed and my suitcases piled in a corner. I had thrown my bathing suit and towel over the back of the sitting chair and I had a few things scattered across the dressing table. Nothing all that interesting to me, but he stood there staring.
"I ordered the coffee and some pastries David...."He looked down as if he was just noticing I was there. Then he looked back over at the huge bed which dominated the room. My eyes followed his and I wondered to myself what was on his mind.
"However, if that will be the last corny line you ever invent, the princess...........will invite you in for coffee and grant you one wish." My heart stopped as his face broke out in this huge smile, his eyes sparkling in the twilight.
I turned away to catch my breath and unlock the door. I pushed it open and walked inside allowing him to trial behind me. I kicked off my sandals and walked over to the telephone dialing the number to room service. After I had ordered coffee and a small tray of pastries to be sent to my room I turned to find where David had gone to.
Noticing he was wasn't in the small living room with me I headed down the hall only to find him standing in the door to my bedroom. I walked up beside him looking into the room trying to see what he was so interested in. My eyes searched but saw only the king sized bed and my suitcases piled in a corner. I had thrown my bathing suit and towel over the back of the sitting chair and I had a few things scattered across the dressing table. Nothing all that interesting to me, but he stood there staring.
"I ordered the coffee and some pastries David...."He looked down as if he was just noticing I was there. Then he looked back over at the huge bed which dominated the room. My eyes followed his and I wondered to myself what was on his mind.
You're so very good!
She had a small suite, not the small accomodation I had, but two rooms. Nice. I wandered down the short hall while she phoned and used the toilet. A pair of her panyhose lay in a luxurious looking pile, on a ledge by the counter, looking as if she had just taken them off warm from her body and they still held the memory of her lovely curves. I touched the pile, flattening it's silkiness under my hand. I couldn't resist it. It was just such a pretty, billowy pile. Probably dropped there when she first arrived.
I intruded shamelessly on her privacy by looking into the bedroom. Large suitcases in the corner, her swim suit and towel draped over the chair back, the shape of her breasts still obvious. My mind is fantasy ridden, I admit it, like the alcoholics pledge, I make no excuses for it. In my minds eye, I imagined her returning from the pool, she reached behind her to unfasten the clasp, letting her breasts drop slightly, naturally; the wonderful curve at the underside of her breast burned into my mind. She would have stripped off the bottoms quickly, then picked them up off the floor after stepping out of their ring. I saw her dry between her breasts,lift each breast with the towel and dab at the mound of her pussy, slipping the towel between her legs with one last drying motion.
The bed looked as if she had spent a little time in indecision about what to wear. Skirt and blouse on the end, a sun dress on the other, bright fuscia panties and bra casually dropped on top of the skirt and blouse. She had chosen well, I liked the silk dress she had worn best of the three. My reverie was interupted by Sara appearing at my elbow, peering in to see what was fascinating me so.
"Crikey, you've caught me snooping!" I yelped in mock horror, then let her take my hand and lead me back to living room.
"Isn't it the same as your room?" she wondered.
"No, mine doesn't have your lovely scent lingering as if on a summer breese! Ooops, sorry, I mean, no, mine is only a singe room, actually. This is very nice isn't it?"
Sara nodded, smiled, her head shaking from side to side, just once, in mild rebuke. "Oh, so that's what fascinated you, eh? Hmmmmmmn."
I had the feeling that she realised that I had been sharing her intimacy. She put it aside instead of regarding it as snooping. To me that meant she was comfortable with our sharing intimacy.
Then she surprised me. She lead me to a chair,let me sit down and sat on my lap, her skirt slipping up her thighs a few inches. Still with that inigmatic smile, she took my face in her hands and kissed me softly, so softly I moved toward her, eyes closed, as she pulled from the kiss, wanting it to continue. I felt her breath light and sweet on my face.
She started to say something, but the doorbell rang and she leapt up to open it for a large trolley with coffee and sweets galore pushed by a very small bellman.
[Edited by Amadeus on 09-24-2000 at 09:36 AM]
She had a small suite, not the small accomodation I had, but two rooms. Nice. I wandered down the short hall while she phoned and used the toilet. A pair of her panyhose lay in a luxurious looking pile, on a ledge by the counter, looking as if she had just taken them off warm from her body and they still held the memory of her lovely curves. I touched the pile, flattening it's silkiness under my hand. I couldn't resist it. It was just such a pretty, billowy pile. Probably dropped there when she first arrived.
I intruded shamelessly on her privacy by looking into the bedroom. Large suitcases in the corner, her swim suit and towel draped over the chair back, the shape of her breasts still obvious. My mind is fantasy ridden, I admit it, like the alcoholics pledge, I make no excuses for it. In my minds eye, I imagined her returning from the pool, she reached behind her to unfasten the clasp, letting her breasts drop slightly, naturally; the wonderful curve at the underside of her breast burned into my mind. She would have stripped off the bottoms quickly, then picked them up off the floor after stepping out of their ring. I saw her dry between her breasts,lift each breast with the towel and dab at the mound of her pussy, slipping the towel between her legs with one last drying motion.
The bed looked as if she had spent a little time in indecision about what to wear. Skirt and blouse on the end, a sun dress on the other, bright fuscia panties and bra casually dropped on top of the skirt and blouse. She had chosen well, I liked the silk dress she had worn best of the three. My reverie was interupted by Sara appearing at my elbow, peering in to see what was fascinating me so.
"Crikey, you've caught me snooping!" I yelped in mock horror, then let her take my hand and lead me back to living room.
"Isn't it the same as your room?" she wondered.
"No, mine doesn't have your lovely scent lingering as if on a summer breese! Ooops, sorry, I mean, no, mine is only a singe room, actually. This is very nice isn't it?"
Sara nodded, smiled, her head shaking from side to side, just once, in mild rebuke. "Oh, so that's what fascinated you, eh? Hmmmmmmn."
I had the feeling that she realised that I had been sharing her intimacy. She put it aside instead of regarding it as snooping. To me that meant she was comfortable with our sharing intimacy.
Then she surprised me. She lead me to a chair,let me sit down and sat on my lap, her skirt slipping up her thighs a few inches. Still with that inigmatic smile, she took my face in her hands and kissed me softly, so softly I moved toward her, eyes closed, as she pulled from the kiss, wanting it to continue. I felt her breath light and sweet on my face.
She started to say something, but the doorbell rang and she leapt up to open it for a large trolley with coffee and sweets galore pushed by a very small bellman.
[Edited by Amadeus on 09-24-2000 at 09:36 AM]
There was something so attractive about this man other than his body and intelligence. As I walked back down the hall with his hand in my grasp I tried to place what it was that drew me to him. I watched as he sat down in the chair. Before I knew what I was doing I had sat down in his lap and was leaning in for another one of his intoxicating kisses.
Then it came to me, he was sensual. Not sexy like many of the men I had dated recently, but sensual. It was in his every smile, and glance, and it lingered with his every touch. I knew he would be an incredible and generous lover and I ached at the prospect of finding out for myself.
Our kiss grew heated as soon as our lips came into contact and I felt his hand resting on my thigh. From a distance I could hear feet walking up the path to my door so I began pulling away. Is was so sweet as he tried to move forward with me to continue the kiss but the bell rang and I got to my feet.
I opened the door for the bell boy to bring a trolly full of goodies and coffee. I passed a tip to the young boy then closed the door behind him. For a second I was undecided whether or not to return to his lap or serve the coffee. My manners got the better of me and I was about to turn and ask him what he took in his coffee when I felt him walk up behind me.
His arms slid around me from behind and his hands came to rest softly on my tummy once again. I watched as they moved against me bunching up my dress and drawing it slowly up my thighs.I leaned back into him as his lips softly kissed my neck. This man had me under his spell......
Then it came to me, he was sensual. Not sexy like many of the men I had dated recently, but sensual. It was in his every smile, and glance, and it lingered with his every touch. I knew he would be an incredible and generous lover and I ached at the prospect of finding out for myself.
Our kiss grew heated as soon as our lips came into contact and I felt his hand resting on my thigh. From a distance I could hear feet walking up the path to my door so I began pulling away. Is was so sweet as he tried to move forward with me to continue the kiss but the bell rang and I got to my feet.
I opened the door for the bell boy to bring a trolly full of goodies and coffee. I passed a tip to the young boy then closed the door behind him. For a second I was undecided whether or not to return to his lap or serve the coffee. My manners got the better of me and I was about to turn and ask him what he took in his coffee when I felt him walk up behind me.
His arms slid around me from behind and his hands came to rest softly on my tummy once again. I watched as they moved against me bunching up my dress and drawing it slowly up my thighs.I leaned back into him as his lips softly kissed my neck. This man had me under his spell......
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