Comfort

COMFORT

The Saunders sisters were on holiday, unencumbered by what they had, some months ago, chosen to confess to each other. It was the restraining influence of husbands and, also, in each case, their children. Divorced, they were now free spirits, each of them quick to smile when they could feel confident in those they met, at home or here in their chosen holiday resort, their upmarket hotel perched on a clifftop overlooking the Aegean Sea and the beach not so far below them. The village and its meandering walkways were all around them, the blue sky above in stark contrast to the searing brilliance of the whitewashed houses.

At this time, early afternoon, the poolside was crowded, but the object of their shared attention now seemed to be making his way through the scattering of sun loungers and to one that was free and not so far from where they stood, their hips brushing the railing as they turned to look his way.

"We won't fight over him, will we, Laura, if it goes that far?" Dorothy murmured as she felt her sister move away, and their bodies were no longer in close contact. They had exchanged polite pleasantries with the man last night, when they had met for drinks before dinner on the terrace, unsure of what they could get into with the tall, deeply tanned, glacially white-haired stranger who was an executive of some kind and who had been happy to talk and yet give nothing away.

Perhaps he had sensed what they meant to each other.

In recent months, they had fallen into rediscovering the bond that had kept them so close in the years before the conventional ways of those in their lives, and who they met, persuaded them to resist the claims, emotional and physical, that they each made upon the other. What happened behind closed doors stayed that way.

"No, darling sis. We've had years to be apart and live as others would want us to. We won't fight over him and, instead, enjoy what we can of our time here... and with him, if that is where the look he has given us, again, takes us."

The stranger with his glacially white hair and tanned skin, his white beard stark against the skin of his lean face, smiled and gave a curt wave in greeting.

"Hello again!" Dorothy called out to him over the short distance between them and felt Laura's fingers brush her back before stepping away from her. "Is your workday over?"

"Yeah," he answered with a sigh, but smiling at them both. "There's more work to do than I had reckoned on, so I'll be staying on a while longer. At least I can set the hours I put in and enjoy what this place has to offer."

The woman met his appraising gaze upon them and continued.

"I got to thinking today that I never introduced myself last night. I'm Larry Taylor... from Boston."

"We thought as much after we had met, and you told us what you do... for work. It must play havoc with home life... your family back home."

Laura stopped talking and sensed that Dorothy was equally stunned into silence as they watched him shrug off a white collarless shirt that he had chosen to wear with white, drawcord, lounge pants of thin cotton. Now, the man they had wondered about stood before them in azure-blue swimming shorts that gripped his legs and shaped him, deliberately so or not. What a sight he would make once Larry got out of the pool and those wet shorts became like a second skin. He appeared only too handsome, hypnotic, and strong.

Larry lingered before them for a moment longer.

"There's no family. I'm divorced and went through all of that a couple of years ago. The work I do, travelling around to check on holiday places for a tourism company, kept me away, and things got complicated between us."

He would leave it to the women before him to believe what they wanted about what had happened. Since first meeting them, he had wondered about them too, about women who looked so alike that they had to be sisters, even twin sisters with their slender bodies, flat tummies, and somewhat scrawny arms that were tanned, their ash blonde hair tied back from slender faces and with one having tied her hair back into a tight bun while the other in a ponytail gathered in a tortoiseshell hair grip.

His imagination ran riot for a moment or two; he allowed that to happen, as he remembered seeing them yesterday by the pool, just as they were now, their bodies oiled up and the swell of their still pallid breasts held in small triangles of cloth, like a yacht's spinnaker filled with wind, and their skimpy bikini briefs covering a smooth, hairless mound.

His tumbling thoughts, as he had gazed at them and the women seeming not to be bothered by his attention upon them, had set him wondering if they were into each other, at their ages, and after an eventful life. He might get to hear about that if he chooses to seek their company. His private life was not cluttered by loyalty to anyone else, not now, and he took how the two women were as being in the same place and, so, seeking each other's devotion and comfort.

"We were about to order some drinks," Laura ventured. "We could order one for you... for after your swim."

"Good, but put it on my tab... room thirty, uhm...."

"Laura, and I'm here with my sister, Dorothy."

"We meet properly, at last... Laura... Dorothy." He smiled and shrugged. "Well, a swim... do a few lengths and get the day out of my system. A drink sounds like something to look forward to..."

"And our company, Larry..."

"Laura!" Dorothy said with a laugh of dismay at her sister's forwardness.

Larry smiled and gazed quickly around, but no one paid them any attention. "It's okay, Dorothy, we can each follow the road of opportunity and see where it takes us."

Before they could answer or understand what the link to an old song might be, he took a few quick steps and dove into the still waters of the pool.

"He's a quick one," Laura ventured, and followed Larry's progress as he swam the length of the pool effortlessly.

"And I don't think he'll want to wait too long before we learn so much more about each other, sis," Dorothy replied and followed Laura's gaze. "One of us had better order the drinks..."

Dorothy wrapped her body in a soft, multi-coloured, cotton swim wrap and sauntered off to the poolside bar. Laura had always been the more 'brazen', or forward, of the two of them and she would go along with al that might follow their meeting with an attractive, and only too confident, man.

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"You're staring at both of us," Laura said, provocatively, with a deep, soft, and suggestive laugh. "Are you trying to decide which one of us you prefer?"

"Yeah, I guess I am. Sorry if it disturbs you," he answered, smiling, as he dried off after a long swim. Larry shifted a lounger closer and sat down, soon taking a long sip of his drink that Dorothy handed to him with an approving glance. The woman was flirting with him, and he felt that there was much to delight in as he gazed at them. It had been a while since he had taken a woman to bed, and the two women seated so close were brazen in their interest. "Tell me how much I owe you for these."

"Being in your company and chatting is enough, for now," Laura answered for them both, Dorothy again giving a disbelieving laugh at her sister's directness, but she felt as involved with what was happening between them as Laura.

Some fleshy distraction, with an attractive man, would be welcomed and not interrupt, for too long, the relationship she again pursued with her sister; companionship and understanding prevailing most of the time, and now the thrill of a diversion from that life together that was aroused by meeting an attractive man.

"Let's see where that takes us, then, shall we?" he suggested, lying back and feeling the warmth of the sun on his body. Shoving on a pair of sunglasses, he could feast on how the women looked, and they could do the same with him. If they needed some different attention, then he was willing to give it, and in whichever way that could be pursued, and it would have to be soon.

Both Dorothy and Laura were seated on their sun loungers, sipping their cocktails, the seat back raised and each posing as film starlets might once have done. As they raised their glasses to drink, he noted how the tips of their fingernails were cut square and lacquered in a pale pink; how silky smooth their thighs looked and their slender feet, how the triangle of cloth that covered their shaved sex seemed like a second skin. They weren't giving in to the passing of the years, and Laura seemed the more adventurous and flirtatious of the two of them. She was also more direct in her conversational ways.

"Were you married for long... have kids that your divorce affected?"

"No, not long... about five years, and taking in the time we lived together. And no, there aren't any kids. Marilyn couldn't have them, and I have brothers with kids to carry the family name on. How about you two?"

And so, their exchanges began and they learned of each other; of the strains that no longer being in a relationship had taken on them, the women confessing that they had sustained a bond through their marriages that had begun in childhood.

"We went back to living together," Dorothy finally admitted, "deciding that love and affection might lead to deeper moments, but also that we kept that side of life very much to ourselves. If a man ever broke into what we had, he'd be made to understand the limits..."

"And has a man broken into that?" he wondered, saying it out loud so that they both could hear him. He had reached out and offered a caress to their legs, surreptitious, but the intention behind that touch was only too clear. "I'm on the same track as you, now. No complications but a realization that when you meet someone you're attracted to, you surrender to the moment."

"And are you in that moment now?" Dorothy asked, and she saw Larry take off his sunglasses and meet her look upon him, unwaveringly.

"Yes. Finesse is for those unsure of what to do. I'm not one of those who have those doubts... and... and certainly not where they concern you, both of you." Larry sat up, his drink finished, and he grabbed for his shirt and lounge pants. "Perhaps you'd like to join me for a drink... up in my room?"

He took a few steps away to allow them to talk and decide on what to do in response to his suggestion. A drink seemed very far from their minds.

"Should we go through with this?" Dorothy asked, dismayed at how easily they had fallen into being confronted with what was on offer. "I hadn't thought that someone would come between us so soon... and certainly not a man like him."

"Larry hasn't come between us, Dot, darling. Give him credit for listening to what we said about our situation and accepting it. He has his needs, and I think he's read us so well. We want to live and know that there can be two sides to us, so let's see where it takes us, shall we?"

Laura was already gathering up her sun wrap and hat, pushing that onto her silken hair. Her sunglasses and beach purse were shoved into a beach bag and she was read to follow him.

"You could be with him first?" Dorothy suggested.

Lauren stroked Dot's thigh and felt a slight tremor course through it as they exchanged glances. "No. Whatever we do or may happen, we're in it together."

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They lingered for only a moment in the corridor, Larry soon deciding where they would get together.

"I'll leave my door on the latch, so just come in. I'll take a shower and get fresh..." The women laughed at hearing his suggestive ways, but did not miss the lustful look that Larry now gave them. "I sure want to hold you and wrap my arms around you both. The moments together with you are going to be new for me... taking sisters to bed."

"A threesome is not something we've ever done," Laura murmured, giving voice to her thoughts, but there was no one about to hear them.

Larry held out one hand, and both women clutched it. "Live for the moment... the bed is big enough for three... or whatever plays out. Be with me, however you decide."

There was an unmistakable hunger for them to be seen in his eyes and heard in his voice. The women watched him stroll down the corridor, only a dozen steps separating their bedroom doors.

"We have to go through with this, every crazy and wonderful moment," Laura urged, and she saw Dorothy nod, a sigh of acknowledgment soon following. "Come on, we dump the swimming stuff in our room and go to him."

Dorothy hesitated when their bedroom door closed behind them. "Are you sure about this? We said no one would come between us."

"And he won't. We have some pleasure without the baggage that once came with it in marriage. Now, come on, Dot, darling, we're still together, but in this little adventure. We'll make it a holiday to remember."

Wondering about the delay in the two women joining him, Larry stripped off, his penis springing free from the restraining cloth of his swim shorts and stepped into the shower. Humming to himself, he began to soap himself in, the tune echoing in the shower room's tiled walls, the floor-to-ceiling screen soon silhouetting his tall, still-toned, physique. His skin was deeply tanned, and his white hair was such a contrast, along with his tended stubble beard.

With the water cascading over him, the sound of the women approaching was deadened. He felt arms go around him and then the press of breasts to his back, Laura sliding under his arm and pressing against him before she rose on tip toes to kiss him, her breasts sliding over his skin.

"Can we be of help?" she murmured.

Before he could answer, Laura knelt before him and slicked her tongue over his stomach then down to his penis that she soon held in a tightening and stroking grip, her tongue slicking caresses over its length and the domed tip disappearing into her mouth, the tip pressing against her cheeks. As she worked him, slowly, Dorothy massaged his body with shower gel, scrubbing his back and buttocks, slipping her hands over his thighs, and cupping his nuts as Laura continued to mouth him.

"Now it's my turn," he said when they had finished, and two pairs of wondering eyes gazed at him as they embraced and he kissed them in turn, a flurry of caresses drawing them deeper into the maelstrom of lust that seemed to have swirled between them out by the pool. "You two are a wonder to look at and now touch."

The women pressed against him as Larry's hands stroked down over their backs, his fingers trailing over the base of their spines until he pressed puckered skin and over the edge of their pussy's lips, already full and swollen.

"You can't have both of us like this!" Dorothy gasped and moved away, offering caresses to Larry's back as he paid full attention to Laura.

She began to groan as he rubbed her pussy's lips, clutched at his head as he moved so that her breasts could be claimed, his lips tugging on her nipples as he fingered her, and Dorothy worked his penis is tightening strokes.

"Enough of this... in here... take us to bed!" Laura demanded as she leaned her head back against his chest and moaned softly in time with his claims upon her, reaching out to turn off the shower as she did so. "This is so wonderfully different!"

"And I think I'm going to enjoy this business trip for a change."

Larry coaxed her to turn around and face him and Dorothy stepped away from them, despite what Laura had told her on how it should go. She towelled herself dry even as Larry continued in his claims on Laura, leaning in to press his open mouth on one breast and reaching down to cup her shaven pussy with one hand. How wonderful and erotic to feel that on an older woman.

"Come on you two!" Dorothy called out. "On the bed, then I can play too!"

Larry toyed with Laura's clit as his mouth and tongue sucked and swirled over her breasts. On a sharp intake of breath, she shuddered as two of his fingers slipped over her pussy's lips and poked deep into her moist heat, his hand cupping her mound and pressing onto it as he did so. He worked them slowly in and out, sensually, using his thumb to rub her clit as his fingers slicked along to touch puckered skin, her butt hole accepting fingertips but her movements suggesting that any prospect of penetration, there, was not to be considered.

Laura had enough to engage his devoted attention, as his fingers slicked and probed her pussy, Laura's fingers opening the way to his deeper caresses and pushing his head down to press it hard against her breasts. Her pussy's muscles clamped on his poking and swirling fingers, and she shuddered.

"You've got me there, already!" she called out.

"The first of many," he replied and smiled, gazing into her eyes as Laura succumbed to her first orgasm and she creamed his fingers as he worked them into that warm, moist haven that already delighted him.

"Hold me up!" she demanded. Laura felt that her legs would collapse under her as an orgasm sent clamping rushes through her abdomen, and as Larry kept on working his fingers until her restraining grip on his wrist made him relent.

"The first of many, lovely woman," he told her, and she met his deepening kisses, her hands clutching his back to keep Larry pressed against her, his penis rubbing over her belly. She reached between them and pushed it between her legs, opening the way just enough to do that, before she rode it, rubbing her pubic bone over that length that she wanted to have buried deep inside her.

"Dot... where are you?" she called out in a moment's distraction, giddy from the pleasure of being claimed by someone other than the woman she again lived with.

"She's waiting for us in the bedroom. Shall we get out of the shower?" Despite the clammy warmth in the bathroom, he still saw goosebumps on her skin as the aircon drew the fetid air out of the room.

Laura surrendered to his embrace upon her once more. "I wonder what you will do to bring on my next orgasm and when we have company."

"It may be better because of that."

They dried each other and did so as far as Laura's claims upon him allowed. Somehow, she did that and at the same time kept one hand on his penis, caressing it in clamping and tugging strokes. She wanted to kneel and mouth him again, but he put his strong hands under her armpits and pulled her back up.

"What?" she asked, disappointed that he should stop her from reclaiming him and what she already knew that he would bring to them. His erection kept bumping and brushing against her belly as they embraced.

"There's Dorothy to think about, and I'm not finished with what I want to do with you."

He could not keep Dorothy from rushing to be with Laura, the two women kissing and with him looking on, just as he had done the moment that he had first seen them a day or two ago, standing at the railing and wearing their skimpy bikinis, Laura pressing against Dorothy in a way that suggested that there was so much more at work in them than met the eye.

He joined them, embraced both women, even as he whispered in Laura's ear, kissing it and breathing warmly.

"Lie down on the bed and let me do this for you." He coaxed her to lie with her feet on the edge and with her legs parted wide so that he could gaze at the moist and glistening gash of her sex, his hands slowly caressing down until his thumbs moved over her pussy's lips and brushed her clit. Then his tongue flickered and probed, his warm breaths offering different caresses that soon had her clutching at his head to keep him to her.

Laura flailed an arm, and Dorothy clutched her hand and was drawn close to them.

"Sit over her," he ordered Dorothy, and she complied, straddling Laura's upturned face and slowly lowering her hips until she could be eaten out, her hands trailing down to claim Laura's breasts, firm but splayed to each side. "You've done that before..."

Dorothy met his look upon them as she knelt on the bed, pulling away the row of pillows laid along the headboard as she did so. "Yes, we have, but not with a man present, isn't that so?"

Laura jolted and squirmed as Larry slicked his tongue over her sex and she slicked her tongue over Dorothy's pussy in sync with what he was doing, her body spasming as her need for the novelty of what she had embarked upon took hold. Larry's tongue flickered and slicked over the skin of her puckered ass then slicked in long slow strokes over her pussy's lips.

He took his time, gazing up to see Laura's eyes flickering in pleasure and Dorthy kneeling to watch her sister being taken by a man, her legs trembling and gripping his head, her feet scrabbling on the bed as the tempo of his taking her in this way increased.

"Oh man... man!" Laura e shrieked as her calls encouraged him to keep poking his tongue into her cunt, her hips bucking to meet the claims of his mouth and tongue as they flickered, probed and sucked; Dorothy's kisses scarcely responded to as his tongue was joined by fingers and behaved like the dildo that they used on each other from time to time. "Your turn will come!"

Dorothy leaned over her as she said it, her breasts swaying across Laura's face and her sister reaching up for a moment to hold them and suck on those hard, straining, nipples that seemed larger and harder as never before.

"There?" she screeched, "you're going there too?"

Larry's face was pressed against her mound, his tongue soon slicking down to puckered skin before the tip pressed against her star, his thumbs then stroking her pussy's lips and teasing her clit in slow strokes. She began to relax under these new, alien sensations, and Larry pushed his probing tongue tip into her as far as it would go.

Laura could not stop shaking as she rolled her hips to give him the access needed to pleasure her in these tantalising ways. She clutched at him as her legs shook and thrills of uncommon pleasure raced through her body, making her breath hitch in her throat.

"You've done it, made me cum a second time!"

She tugged on his hair, then gripped his head, to draw Larry up and away from her pulsing sex. She wanted him in her, but he now slid his flickering tongue over her pussy's lips and tasted what had been aroused by his actions.

"I'm here now," he told her, leaning in to kiss her and Laura finally able to grasp that trembling length of flesh and use the domed tip to tease her clit once more before he moved up until the domed tip of his penis pressed into her slit.

"Do I?" he asked of Dorothy, who stared down at them and knowing that this lustful American would claim her sister, and with her looking on and scarcely involved with the proceedings. She surrendered to Laura's demand that she kissed her and show some involvement, before she leaned away.

"Yes, do it with her. What Laura gets, so will I."

Larry resumed his caresses and squeezes on Laura's breasts, alternating between kissing and offering tugging sucks on her nipples. As he did so, he slid his penis back and forth past her pussy lips as she squirmed beneath him and began to buck her hips to draw him in.

"Yeah, I want to feel you around me too, woman!" He groaned and shuddered in pleasure as she guided his penis into her and then gripped his hips, pulling fiercely on them as he drove his penis into her, balls deep, and she drew her legs up and around his waist. "Oh God, that sure feels so darned god, babe."

"I'm a bit old to be called babe, but I want what you're doing for me!"

Laura pulled her mouth away from Dot's kisses and met her lover's claims, kissed him passionately, open-mouthed and felt the air being sucked out of her lungs as they fucked in a relentless and writhing rhythm, his knob-head stroking over her cunt's clamping walls until he bottomed out and his balls slapped against her buttocks.

She met his driving strokes and used her legs and heels to pull herself up to meet his deepening and tormenting strokes, his hips swivelling against her as er pussy began to milk his penis and he felt it swell as his probing rhythm tipped them over the edge, all control forsaken.

They fucked in a frenzy, passion overwhelming any technique.

She wrapped her legs around his hips and locked them behind his back as her pussy's walls contracted and she tugged on his penis.

Her cunt felt like a cauldron, was hot and slippery.

"You sure have got me, woman!"

Larry kept tilting and swivelling his hips, thrusting and withdrawing as he kept pegging her. The muscles around her pussy were strong and felt like it was a moist glove as she worked him in her demanding ways. He shared in her gasps of pleasure as he felt the tip of his penis rub against her cervix as he kept plunging into her and withdrawing until it felt he would slip out, only for him to drive back in.

Laura kissed him passionately, and he soon felt her body spasm as her climax approached. After a few more pounding strokes, she climaxed again and again, her squeals of pleasure ringing in his ears. She seemed to be hanging on for the ride of her life.

"Damn you! I can't hold on any longer!" Laura called out.

Her body shuddered and she felt the tingling rushes of his release; wad after wad of his semen finding her and as she wrenched on him as strongly as her failing energy allowed. Her control splintered into a thousand little shocks of pleasure as the strength in his sinewy arms held her captive until they fell into the void of shared bliss.

"That sure felt good..." he groaned as her claims upon him slowly ebbed away. Larry rolled off her and held out a hand to Dorothy, who came to kneel over his face. "Yeah, I'll see you while I have the energy."

He met her kisses before Dorothy leaned over him and slicked her tongue over the sides of his clammy prick, the tip teased by her swirling tongue, and he drove his flickering tongue into her in a probing rhythm that had been deployed on her sister, and to great effect.

"What the hell?" he yelled as he felt Laura's fingers, sheathed in a condom provided by the hotel, push past his puckered skin and into his arsehole. She worked it until she stimulated his prostate. Her fingers, and Dorothy's sucking claims soon had his penis hard and trembling. "I know what you want... what I sure want now that you've done that!"

He coaxed Dorthy to move off him and to settle on her hands and knees. Laura's restraining hands were soon brushed away. Dorothy knelt on the foot of the bed, Laura lying with her face open to Dorothy's panted kisses as Larry stood and soon spread her slender ass cheeks and used his index finger and thumb to caress and probe her pussy and puckered skin of her butt hole.

"Don't wait, I'm ready for you!" Dorothy called out as she stroked her pussy's lips furiously; pushed back against his invasive fingers and thumb before she felt him pause. "Larry!"

Her gasp was followed by stifled shriek as he drove his penis into her in one long stroke. He was fucking her pussy and reaming her ass with his thumbs, stroking and probing but not fully entering that unvisited place. His touches, and the slithering drive of his penis into her brought Dorothy on; her panted breaths stilled by the kisses she exchanged with Laura.

"You two... you two women are wasting me!" he panted as Larry kept driving his aching shaft fast and hard into her pussy until his groin again felt that it would explode. Dorothy was pushing back hard to meet his thrusts, and he felt the pressure in his nuts, the ache in his belly, impossible to withstand.

"You've got me there too, woman!"

He couldn't last another stroke and saw Dorothy bury her face between Laura's breasts as an orgasm overwhelmed her, and he burst, flooding her and both succumbing to waves of wanton pleasure, his penis leaping with every ejaculation that the two women had aroused from him.

He remained standing, just long enough for Laura to move quickly and to straddle her prostrate sister and to kiss him.

"You've found us... found us both... and we're here for you while there's time to be spent together. Do you understand?"

"Sure," he replied and silenced her with a deep, open-mouthed kiss, and as his hands cupped the tumble of her breasts and squeezed. "I want more... later, from both of you."

With that confession still ringing in his ears, he fell forward, taking Laura with him, and Dorothy soon moved to embrace them as they lay in a sweaty heap on his bed.

♥

"I'm glad that we decided to only be here for a week," Dorothy confessed as she stood close to Laura at the railing, and they gazed out to sea, their trappy sundresses flattering their tanned bodies and sun-bleached hair. They weren't so far from the place on the sun-terrace where they had first met Larry Taylor. "I could only take so much of what we discovered with Larry."

Their final night together had seen them have supper in a local tavern; they had danced and laughed in pleasure with the company that had been discovered. They had returned to the hotel somewhat tipsy, but that had not quelled the urgency of what had then followed again, and in Larry's room.

Their American lover had left them earlier that morning, and they would catch a flight back home to England, and reality, later the following day. Dorothy knew why Laura would have wanted to stay with him, in Larry's bed, longer than she had done. She had sought and found comfort with the man; she who had been through a wounding divorce and was slow to accept the reality of the life they had again fallen into.

The pursuit of loving company had been uppermost in her mind, but Laura had also reawakened the pleasure to be found in a lesbian relationship that had more than sex as its reason for continuing.

"Don't worry, darling, I don't think we'll ever be in this place... what we're feeling... ever again. Comfort comes in so many disguises, but being with you, here and at home, has a deeper meaning for me."

"And for me." Dorothy squeezed her sister's hand tightly as they threaded their arms through each other's. "It was fun, though, just letting go and not worrying about the future of it. What a way for two ladies to behave when they're on holiday!"

They laughed and looked into each other's eyes for a moment longer.

"Yes, what a way for us to behave," Laura then replied, wistfully, as her thoughts spooling back to how it had been when Dorothy had left her with him and Larry had coaxed her to straddle him so that he could delight in her body, in the firmness of her breasts and nipples that she had wanted to him to keep on claiming with his mouth and fingers as she took him in.

They had time and were alone, so she had rocked her hips, sliding her pussy's lips up and down his wonderfully hard shaft and feeling fully impaled upon him. He had enough energy and potency left, after a shared tryst with Dorothy, to coax her to ride up and down on his love wand. She had needed no persuading to lean forward and kiss him, to have Larry claim her breasts as they swept over his body, to suck her nipples into his mouth as his tongue swirled over them. There had been a wantonness about them seeking pleasure, yet knowing it was limited by his time in the resort.

Yes, she had ridden him and had heard her moans grow steadily louder and she had known how it was for him, the pressure to let go shared but the wish to prolong their last tryst prevailing, until he had pulled her down hard, the grip of his hands on her hips as she bucked to and fro, wrenched on him before waves of pleasure again crashed over them.

He had burst and flooded her with cum that slowly leaked out of her when she moved to prolong the pleasure, and after they had tumbled from the peak and uttering what seemed incoherent words of wonder for what had again been discovered.

"I can't stop wanting to find you... over and over again," she had heard him tell her, "Until you break me."

"And I don't want that," she had said and remembered how she had collapsed into his arms and simply breathed in their shared body heat, Larry's penis growing flaccid and her love tunnel feeling emptier with every moment that passed until she had rolled off him, Larry's hands restraining her from leaving his bed.

She had finally done so, and on the sharing of deep, open-mouthed kisses and the offer of final caresses before she had left his bed.

"Thank you," she had told him. "You've made me feel so good, but I think you know how it usually is for me, and Dorothy, when we're not with you."

She was woken from her daydream as she felt Dorthy's hand stroke her cheek. She was back with her devoted sister.

"Let it go, Laura. We know what is real for us now."

"Yes, now come on, let's make the most of our last day here. The art club and the other things we do when we're back home will seem tame after what we've found and done here, but it's a comfort to know that we can still 'pull' a man."

"In our other world existence," Dorothy answered, wondering if being with Larry would change their relationship from now on.

They had stepped out of their comfort zone, if only for a few pleasurable and exhausting hours of lustful coupling with an American who had drifted into their lives and then out of it again.

What a promiscuous pair they had become in such a few hours.

♥