Away From Home Pt. 03

Mike left me at the hotel and we arranged to meet again at about seven that evening but, this time, rather than standing in a doorway, he'd meet me in a nearby bar. It was a really nice lounge bar with soft lighting, a red tartan carpet and deep red chesterfield seats, gentle music and a cosy atmosphere. We had one drink then set off in search of somewhere to be alone.

It wasn't easy, there were holiday makers everywhere but, by about seven o'clock, the day trippers had gone home and most of the residents had returned to their hotels for their evening meal and entertainment but there were still a lot of couples wandering about aimlessly wherever we went.

We finally gave up and sat on a bench overlooking the sea. I sat on Mike's lap and I could feel his erection pulsing against me and, in my already excited state, I began easing back and forth against him but that just made me feel more frustrated so I jumped to my feet and, reaching under my navy blue maxi skirt, I quickly removed my knickers and, raising the back of my skirt, I dropped myself back onto his lap.

He'd barely had time to wrench his rigid prick from his flies and he cried out and complained bitterly when the weight of my bum bent his cock almost in two but he quickly recovered and guided his prick to my hole. A little shuffle and, with a groan from both of us, he was deep inside my eager cunt.

I started moving slowly, easing myself back and forth and giving a little wiggle every now and then as our breathing deepened and my juices flowed. He gripped my tits, squeezing them through my light cotton top, and already I could feel my orgasm approaching as I moved more forcefully and twisted more wildly and, then, we heard voices and froze.

We could hear two voices getting closer so Mike dropped his hands to my waist and I sat perfectly still as a man and woman came into view around the corner and we attempted to look as though we were just another holidaying couple admiring the view but, no doubt, our flushed faces and heavy breathing gave us away.

They were a couple, probably in their early thirties and at least ten years older than us and, on seeing us, they paused with huge grins on their faces and the man said "Good evening" and I couldn't resist squeezing my cunt muscles on Mike's twitching prick as I automatically responded "Good evening". The man then said "Lovely evening for it" and the woman fell into fits of giggles as they hurried on by.

I couldn't believe how aroused being caught in such a compromising situation had made me and I frantically bounced up and down on Mike's prick as my orgasm crashed through me. I'm sure that the other couple must have heard my squeals of ecstasy as I slumped back, limp and exhausted as Mike gripped my hips and thrust up into me desperate for his own release. As always, I was ultra sensitive after my orgasm and I struggled to rise but Mike held me tight against him and continued to thrust up into me. It was torture but wonderful torture and soon the sensitivity diminished just enough for it to become enjoyable again and I began moving in time with him.

I could feel another climax approaching and started rising and falling, repeatedly impaling myself on his stiff shaft when, suddenly, he groaned and stiffened, gripped my hips tightly and thrust up deep inside me one last time as he erupted inside me and that sensation was enough to send me over the top once more. I slumped back onto him, totally shattered and we sat there cuddling for what seemed like a lifetime before returning to the bar for one more drink.

Mike was home from college for the summer so, despite my irregular shifts, we were able to meet up for at least a couple of hours every day and we started every 'date' by searching for somewhere to have sex before going for a well earned drink.

Daytimes were difficult because of the sheer number of tourists poking their noses into every nook and cranny but by seven in the evening the town became a virtual ghost town as the day trippers headed home and the residents returned to their hotels. We'd often return to the shelters on the promenade but anything other than missionary position was almost impossible without risk of serious injury whilst perched on two narrow planks of wood. There were several secluded, deep, dark doorways but Mike's preference was definitely for dark back alleys where I'd find myself bent at the waist with my outstretched arms braced against a convenient wall, my knickers around my knees and my skirt thrown up over my back whilst he gripped my hips and hammered into me. The danger of being caught was unbelievably thrilling and my orgasms were always rapid and intense especially when I could hear voices in the distance or footsteps in the dark. I've no idea if anyone ever actually saw us because my position with my hair draped around my face meant that all that I could really see was my feet but the thought that we might be seen made my stomach churn and my head spin.

As I said, daytimes were more difficult and, on one memorable occasion, after wandering about for over an hour, we decided to give up and just sit down on the hillside and admire the view. We'd climbed a long way up to be above the crowds and, after sitting for a while, I decided to lay back and look up into the blue sky above me. I stretched out, closed my eyes and enjoyed the warmth of the sun on my body but, after a while, I felt Mike's hand lying gently on my belly and that felt nice. I sighed contentedly and then I felt him gently easing the hem of my thin woollen top from the waistband of my navy polka dot miniskirt. He returned his hand to my now bare belly and that felt even nicer.

I lay like that, totally contented for several minutes before Mike began subtly moving his fingers just firm enough not to be tickly and I sighed again as I felt the first twinge between my legs. His fingers roamed further as he lightly brushed his palm across my belly and I felt my breathing quicken as his fingers slid under my top and slowly advanced across my ribs towards my bra. He pushed my bra up clear of my breasts and skimmed his fingertips across my stiff nipples sending shockwaves through my entire body and I was hardly aware of what he was doing as he quickly undid the buttons on my top and ducked his head to capture the nearest nipple between his lips. But then, suddenly, he changed direction and his fingers dove beneath the waistband of my skirt and I gasped in surprise and excitement.

My skirt was too tight for him to make any progress past the waistband of my knickers and the zip on my skirt was on the back beneath me and completely inaccessible but that didn't deter Mike as he quickly removed his hand and placed it on my naked thigh. He softly circled his fingertips on my thigh, dipping to my inner thigh and gradually making his way higher under the hem of my skirt as I remained totally still with my breath catching in my throat.

It was a slow torment that seemed to take forever as his fingers roamed, rising one millimetre at a time towards their goal. My nipples were aching and I could feel my face flushing and

my cunt getting wetter as he delved into the hot, humid area between my thighs and finally drew the edge of his hand along the groove of my sex. I gasped out loud and automatically thrust my hips up to meet the intrusion but he moved with me, keeping his touch feather light.

He tormented me for ages as I squirmed beside him then, suddenly, without warning, he pressed hard and dragged the side of his hand the length of my slit and I cried out as my orgasm hit. I was still shuddering and shaking as he pushed my knickers to one side and plunged his fingers into my soaking wet cunt and I cried out again as another pulse of electricity flashed through my body. I lay sprawled out, gasping for breath, and I'm not sure exactly how it had happened but I suddenly realised that my knickers were now dangling around my right ankle.

I was lost in the moment and unaware of anything at all until I felt him slide on top of me and his rigid prick sank deep into my squelching hole. Just that first touch drove me over the top once more and I continued to cum again and again as he thrust into me slowly and deliberately, twisting this way and that as he explored my depths.

He must have been just as excited as I was because he didn't last long and soon I heard his stifled groan as he pumped his spunk inside me. He rolled off me and we lay side by side, gasping for breath and basking in the afterglow but it didn't take long for the reality of the situation to hit me and remembered where I was. I sat up and, to my horror, I saw that we were no longer the furthest up the hill and there were at least a dozen people sitting behind and beside us, mostly couples but also a few single men.

I automatically threw my hand over my face as if that would make any difference but my shock evaporated almost as quickly as it had arrived as I realised that all of these people had repositioned themselves to watch what we were up to. A thrill surged through me and felt like I could go again but Mike was already standing and reaching down his hand to help me to my feet. I kept one hand over my face as we walked, hand in hand, down the hill but it wasn't to cover my embarrassment, it was to stifle my fit of giggles. We'd only gone a dozen yards when I turned to look back, wondering what our audience was up to and I could see a bright pink patch where we'd sat marking the spot where my discarded knickers lay. I didn't bother to pull my bra back into place although my cardigan did cover most of my tits and it wasn't until we reached the town that I finally readjusted my clothing.

That was the seventies, long before mobile phones so anyone who had been outraged by what had happened would have had to wander quite a long way to find a phone box to make a complaint but also, in those pre aids, pre intolerance days, most people were quite laid back, especially when on holiday.

It's strange what a difference a few days can make because after weeks of depression and determination to return home, after knowing Mike for just a few days, I was happy and contented and had made up my mind to stay till the end of the season and it wasn't just because of the sex. The sex was great but what was much better was the time that we spent chatting about our past experiences, about how similar and how different they were. We spent hours discussing our hopes for the future and our fears about our fathers' health and just enjoying each other's company.

As I said, we met every day but, after a couple of weeks, a few of the girls at work suggested a night out so, on friday evening, I told Mike that I couldn't see him on saturday because I was going out with the girls and I'd meet him again on the prom at midday on sunday. He didn't seem very happy but he said that he hoped I'd have a good time and he'd see me on sunday.

I did have a very good time; we laughed and joked and danced and the time just flew by. It got late and the other girls wandered off leaving just me and Mary and we were just about to leave ourselves when two guys approached our table and asked if they could buy us a drink.

My immediate instinct was to say no; it's always annoyed me when guys leave it to the last moment to approach you, in my opinion, it's not because they're waiting till you're on your own or because they're trying to work up the courage, it's because they're too tight to buy you more than one drink. I've always considered that I'm worth more than one rum and coke but, before I could say anything, Mary smiled and accepted. The guys headed to the bar and I complained bitterly to Mary but she just replied "What's wrong? It's a free drink" and, at that moment, I realised that she was a lot more naive than me.

The guys returned with one sitting next to Mary and one next to me and I'm sure that mine told me his name but I didn't really pay attention and more or less ignored him because I was still feeling quite offended by this last minute attempt to get into my knickers. I was nodding my head when he spoke and not really listening when he stood up and offered me his hand and I was confused for a second before I realised that he'd just asked me to dance and I'd nodded without thinking. I wasn't happy but I'm not rude so I took his hand and let him lead me onto the dance floor.

It was getting towards the end of the evening, that time when the dee jay starts playing slow songs and, after a moment, it felt strange to be moving slowly to the music and not be touching each other so I didn't object when he wrapped his arm around my waist and drew me closer to him and, of course, the first thing I felt was the bulge in his trousers pressed up against my belly and that touch caused an immediate reaction. I felt heat in my face and neck and I felt my cunt juicing up. I won't try blaming it on the drink because I knew exactly what was happening, it was just my natural reaction to feeling a stiff dick pressed up against my belly. He obviously sensed my reaction and slipped his hands down from my waist to the cheeks of my arse, squeezing them tightly and pulling me hard against him.

I could feel my face burning as I swayed my hips from side to side, grinding myself against his erection and I could feel my knees growing weak so, blaming it on the drink, I told him that I needed to sit down but, when we got back to our table, there was no sign of Mary or the other guy. We sat for a while and finished our drinks and then he told me that he was staying in a hotel on the prom and asked if I'd like to go back there for a nightcap and I immediately agreed. It was a short stroll to the hotel and I wasn't at all surprised when he didn't even check to see if the bar was open before leading me to the lift and up to his room. I half expected his friend to be there and heaved a sigh of relief to find that we were alone and, as he wrapped his arms around me and kissed me, I couldn't help wondering if Mary was in another room nearby doing the same thing.

I'll not pretend I'd been lured up to his room or that I didn't know exactly why we were there so we stepped apart and frantically tore our own clothes and came together again on the bed. There was no foreplay or preamble as I stretched out on my back with my legs spread wide in a blatant invitation as he accepted the offer, taking up his position between my outstretched thighs and plunged his prick into me and my first thought was how nice it was to have a nice soft bed beneath my bum after so many weeks of park benches and back alleys and, in the next few hours, I experienced how nice it was to have a mattress under my knees and a pillow under my bum.

Eventually, I fell asleep from pure exhaustion whilst trying to avoid lying in the damp patches and I woke up to the sunlight flooding in through the window and a stiff prick pressed up between the cheeks of my bum and, with a slight shuffle, I repositioned myself so that his rigid shaft could slide easily inside me. He gripped my hips and began to fuck me really slowly, pushing deep inside and grinding hard before pulling out almost all the way and slowly sliding all the way back in.

It was a wonderful, slow, teasing fuck and I wanted it to last forever but I could feel my orgasm slowly building deep inside me and, despite my attempts to hold back, I couldn't stop myself from working myself back and forth on his prick, upping the tempo. My sighs turned to gasps as he gripped my hips tighter and slammed into me with loud slapping sounds and I couldn't hold back a scream as my orgasm rocked through me and my head exploded. I wasn't even aware that he'd cum inside me until I felt his prick dwindle inside me and slither out and I just lay there, gasping for breath, until as thought shattered my peace; 'Mike, I was due to meet Mike at noon'.

I looked at my watch and it was almost eleven so I leapt out of bed, threw on my clothes and raced from the hotel bedroom without a word or a backward glance. I hurried back to my hotel, all the while feeling spunk soaking into my knickers and trickling down my thighs and, as soon as I got there, I stripped off and had a quick wash down before throwing on clean clothes and hurrying out again.

I didn't feel any guilt at what I'd done, why should I? I'd only known Mike for a matter of weeks and I fully intended to return home at the end of the season so Mike was just a dalliance, a holiday romance, but I really did like him and I hated the idea of standing him up.

I hurried along the promenade almost at a run, well, as much of a run as my block heels would allow and it was truly frustrating to have to weave through the mass of OAPs wandering aimlessly about and I got the feeling of hurrying through a field of dandelions amidst all those white curly perms.

Despite all my efforts, I was late which wasn't altogether unusual but I felt a surge of panic as I spotted Mike in the distance slowly shambling away, looking totally dejected. I called his name and almost barged people out of my way in my attempts to reach him before he disappeared but, finally, he heard my frantic calls and turned towards me. I was sweaty and panting hard by the time I reached him and it took a while for me to catch my breath before I could gasp out that I was sorry for being late and he replied that it was ok but he didn't smile so I knew that it really wasn't ok.

To this day, I'm not really sure why I did it but I suddenly found myself saying "I'm sorry Mike, I met this guy last night" and Mike just muttered "Oh", turned on his heel and started walking away. As I said, I've no idea why I said it because, if I hadn't he would never have know but I did and now he was walking away.

I didn't want that and, in a panic, I grabbed his elbow to stop him but he shrugged my hand off and continued walking. I hurried in front of him blocking his way and almost sobbed as I said "It's alright, it doesn't mean anything to us" but he just turned around again and started walking again. I was in a total panic and I grabbed his arm again, gripping tightly as he tried to pull away and finally he turned to face me and he looked so sad that it almost broke my heart.

I was almost crying as I pleaded "It's ok, it meant nothing, I was drunk and I was randy and you weren't there and he was but it doesn't make any difference to us". He looked at me with a blank expression and said "What do you mean? It doesn't make a difference to us?" and he looked so sad and his voice sounded so thin and hollow. I said "I didn't mean it to happen" and then, foolishly, I added "It was an accident" and, in that instant, his face changed and he snapped back " What do you mean? It was an accident? Did you fall over and land on his cock?"

Strangely, his anger stopped me feeling sorry for myself and I told myself that he was being totally unreasonable, it wasn't as if we'd been together for years and sworn undying loyalty to each other and here I was virtually begging for his forgiveness.

I snapped back "Look, it didn't mean a thing, ok, I was randy and he was there, he meant nothing to me and I wouldn't even recognise him if I passed him in the street" and Mike replied "Not unless he had his cock out" and I couldn't help laughing at that so I said "It really doesn't make any difference to me and you, I'm sorry, it'll never happen again, shall we go for a drink?" and Mike grudgingly agreed so that's what we did.