A Holiday to Remember

A Holiday to Remember

By Dawn Ramble

* Have you ever imagined how a date or a chance encounter is remembered by the other person, whether they are a friend, a lover, or just someone you briefly met. This is a mostly true story but with the difference that I have reversed the roles to put myself in his shoes. Of course, there is a great deal inferred or invented in the thoughts I have put in his mind and his private actions when alone but that's how I picture him now. The words I put in his mouth are pretty much as I recall them. However, it's all based on what I learned from, and about, him. I hope it works for you.*

My first year at university was over. It was the start of the summer holidays, but the bummer was I had to re-sit one of my exams in Fall. My marks had been consistently excellent, but just before the final exam I caught COVID. Re-sits are only allowed for students who were expected to pass and who had a valid excuse for missing or failing the exam. I didn't feel I had a lot of studying to do but I would have to keep things fresh in my mind. Apart from that minor annoyance, I'd had a part-time job all through the school year and I felt I deserved a break to relax and refresh.

Where to go? I'd been to Spain a few times, but I knew that in the summer the south would be desperately hot, but perhaps somewhere in the north on the Atlantic coast would have a more agreeable summer climate. I settled on a quiet small town, not much more than a village in Asturias near a nature reserve on the coast and got a good rate for room and breakfast at a 2-star hotel for the whole of July.

I arrived quite late on a Friday night, and I spent Saturday finding out where shops were and eating at the nearby taverna. I had quickly removed my mask as I was assured there was no COVID in the area. On Sunday I drove the short distance to the Playa de Otur, a pretty little beach, quite crowded with tourists and locals including many families. I'm not sure how many rooms the hotel had, maybe a dozen or so and some were clearly rented out to passing businesspeople. There was a family occupying two rooms when I arrived, maybe German, but they were gone by Monday morning.

It was at breakfast on that Monday that I noticed the attractive woman sitting quietly in the corner reading a book as she ate an omelette. I realized she had been there the previous day, but I hadn't paid her much attention. As I was about to glance away, she looked up and our eyes met. She smiled before looking down at her book. We were the only two people eating breakfast at the time and when I finished mine, I chose to walk by her table on my way out. She looked up and I said, "Buenas Dias!" in my best Spanish accent. She smiled and said, "Hello to you!" in an accent I couldn't quite place, faintly North American, but faintly British. Clearly, she was not comfortable conversing in Spanish, and I was fine with that as my own was limited.

"I'm Cindy and I'm rather glad to meet a fellow English speaker as we seem to be the only two foreigners here."

That was interesting. It was obviously true, but although I've been to Spain, France and Italy a few times with my parents growing up, we always thought of the local population as the foreigners, not us.

"What are your plans for the day, if you don't mind my asking?" she said.

"Probably just hang out on the beach, what about you?" I replied.

"Which beach?"

"Yesterday I went to the closest... Playa de Otur, I think it's called."

"That's right! It's small but quite pretty. I was thinking of going to the Nature Reserve.

Playa de Barayo is a much longer beach and it's less crowded."

"That sounds like a good choice. The Nature Reserve was one of the reasons I booked, but I haven't had a chance to go yet. Maybe we could go together... if you don't mind company."

"I'd enjoy that. I've been on my own too much lately... anyway as I say I'd enjoy your company. There's a little place where we can pick up some things for a picnic. If you have a backpack, bring it with your beach things, especially a lotion with a strong SPF and some anti-bug spray. We can go in my car if you are good with that?"

"I have the backpack and sunscreen, but I don't have bug spray."

"Don't worry you can borrow mine, if we need it. I'll meet you in the car park in twenty minutes, OK? Oh, and bring a hat."

"OK! And I have an umbrella."

"Excellent!"

I'll admit it was rather exciting to be going to a beach with this older woman. I know my heart rate was up. I had very little experience with members of the opposite sex, but I had travelled and felt I was quite mature for my age, so I'm fairly sure she did not notice. On the way we stopped to pick up a crusty baguette and some ham, some chorizo, and some cheese, together with a small cantalope. I also noted her inclusion of a litre bottle of vino tinto, which she added to my backpack, as she was carrying our other purchases. This was my kind of picnic and although I just had breakfast I was salivating.

As we continued to the beach, I figured Cindy must be about ten years older than me, but it didn't seem to bother her, so I wasn't going to let it bother me. She seemed fun to be with, full of energy and a dry sense of humour, a bit like my dad's.

After we parked, we walked down a long path down to the beach, stopping in places to admire the view. The beach was sparsely dotted with people, not at all crowded. When we reached the level of the sand, I immediately noticed there were a few naked people as well as some in partial or full swimsuits. Cindy saw my look and said, "Oh, I should have told you this end is clothing optional. If you are uncomfortable, we can walk further down. It's not a big deal."

I wasn't sure if the nudism or the walking further wasn't a big deal and if she didn't think so I wasn't going to be a prat.

"Whatever you prefer is fine with me."

"Well, let's just stop here. Actually, I like to be topless if that won't embarrass you."

I felt myself blush, but quickly said, "No, of course not."

She had picked a spot some distance from our nearest neighbours, and pulled a large beach sheet from her pack. I was glad to unburden myself of the umbrella and dig it into the gray sand. Before I'd finished, I was aware of her pulling the sundress she was wearing over her head to reveal a brilliant metallic blue bikini. I felt a movement in my underwear and hoped I wasn't going to embarrass myself. I was nineteen, no longer really a teenager. So why was I blushing. I really hadn't thought this through before agreeing we should come here together. I could feel myself thickening if not actually hardening and it wasn't the people around who were nude. It was this drop-dead gorgeous knockout of a woman.

That's when it struck me. I still had to put my swimsuit on. I wasn't wearing one, it was in my backpack. I looked around for some shelter but all I saw was an endless strip of sand. I realized Cindy, still wearing her bikini top and bottom was staring at me quizzically.

"I'm not wearing a swimsuit. It's in my backpack."

"Well, put it on if it's bothering you. It's a nude beach, for God's sake. Nobody will be staring, and I won't look," and she turned her back."

I rooted around in my backpack and found my swim shorts. They weren't those awful baggy ones, Americans wear. They were black and form-fitting and the legs covered me to about mid-thigh. The only problem now was my arousal. Maybe there was something to be said for baggy shorts after all, as my cock was now a problem. I hadn't been aroused when I'd worn them before and my flaccid four and a half inches looked manly but unobtrusive. Right now, I had to find space for at least another two inches. Coiling it wasn't working as it caused an enormous bulge. The only solution was to position it upright but that looked as if I had an erection which I didn't, at least not yet.

Cindy had turned and was watching my penile gyrations.

"Impressive," she said, "Sorry, I wasn't looking, but I didn't expect you to take so long."

I was glad she was impressed but that didn't really help the situation. I quickly sat down with my knees up, which at least partially hid things. She wasn't watching me any longer and had reached in her pack and came out with the paperback she had been reading at breakfast, which I now realized was in Spanish.

"You're reading Spanish," I pointed and said, stating the obvious.

"Yes, nothing heavy just a translation of an Agatha Christie mystery. 'Why didn't they ask Evans?' is the English title I believe."

That's when I realized she had been speaking in Spanish when she ordered our picnic, but I'd not paid attention as words like 'jamon' and 'queso' were already in my limited vocabulary. She had even said something that made the shopkeeper laugh.

She lay down on her stomach and undid her bikini strap letting the ends fall to either side.

"Would you put a bit off lotion on my back?" passing me her tube.

I knelt beside her and did as she requested but looking at her naked back and the sides of her exposed breasts wasn't helping my situation. When I put the tube down, I tried lying flat on my stomach but was acutely conscious of my swollen cock hardening in contact with the sand or at least the beach sheet. I must have nodded off for I was aware of Cindy's light touch on my shoulder. I woke quickly rolled over and sat up beside her.

"I was worried you would burn," she said as I turned to look at her. Her naked breasts stared but at me daring me to look away. I was instantly conscious that my problem had if anything worsened. It was straining at the waist band of my shorts.

"Wow, that looks painful! Stand up!"

There was nothing I could say, but I did as she said, and she got to her knees. Before I knew it, she pulled the waist band wide and dropped my shorts to my ankles in a single move. The newfound sense of freedom was joyous. I looked down and for a brief second as it waved near her mouth I thought...

Instead, she gave it what she later described as a 'playful slap' at the same time saying, "Down boy, behave yourself!" much as if my penis were a dog. All I can say is her slap stung like hell. Then she said, "I know let's go for a swim. Be as discrete as possible."

She was chuckling and clearly enjoying this as we ran to the sea. Nobody was that close and if anyone noticed my wildly waving stiffy, they gave no indication. The water was quite cool and within a minute, or maybe more like five, things had sorted themselves out.

"I'm sorry," I said.

"Just a normal reaction. I'll take it as a compliment. You have something there you should be proud of; just don't go making a spectacle of yourself." We swam around a bit longer and then she said, "I think it's time for our picnic," and stepped out of the water.

I saw something on the sand ahead of us and it was only then I realised I was staring at her naked bum. Somehow, she had shed her bikini bottom before we entered the water and now she retrieved it from the sand saying, "Shame to get it wet; I can put it on if you're embarrassed."

True confession time. I was a nineteen-year-old virgin. Up until that day I had never even seen a girl's boobs, let alone this close to a beautiful fully naked woman. In retrospect if she hadn't slapped my cock hard, I might have had an embarrassing premature ejaculation, so I guess I should thank her. I had kissed dates in the past year after a dance and sometimes even that had got me hard, but in my naivete I never really imagined the girl might also be feeling it. This woman I was with was no girl and I guess she sensed my ignorance but was kind enough to let it go.

I didn't say a word as we continued up the beach, my eyes fixated on the rhythm of her buns as she walked to our beach sheet. They were firm and full but not booty large if you know what I mean, beautifully tanned scarcely a hint of a tan line. I kind of held my hand hopefully not too obviously in front of my tumescent cock. Once back at our spot she slipped her hi-cut bikini thong back on and sat down. I didn't know whether to be disappointed or grateful. At least after that... I won't say I got flaccid, but I managed to mostly keep things under control as we ate our food. We passed the wine back and forth drinking from the bottle as we had no glasses. I drank more than she as she was our driver and there was at least a third of a litre left when I put the cork in the bottle. We refreshed our sunscreen and shortly after I feel asleep. When I awoke, I saw Cindy, talking to a man not far away and immediately felt guilty and jealous. As they talked a woman joined them and she and Cindy embraced each other. Seeing I was awake Cindy waved me over.

"Come meet Hector and Bobo, they are on vacation here to."

"HI, I'm Matthew," I said as I walked up to them, and I realised this was the first time Cindy had heard my name.

"Matthew just arrived on the weekend," explained Cindy.

"Welcome," they both said in their lovely accents.

It was only after we had talked for fifteen minutes or so that I abruptly realized we were all naked. I couldn't believe I had been unaware, but I knew people said that is what happens on a nude beach. I was aware that Bobo's eyes kept returning to my cock and it was responding accordingly, thickening if not stiffening, thank God! Shortly after that we exchanged, 'Nice to meet you!'s, and Cindy and I returned to our spot. As soon as it was just the two of us I was very conscious of our nudity, particularly the fact that Cindy was now thongless, if that is a word.

As she sat there on the beach sheet with her knees hugged to her chest, Cindy said, "Hector and Bobo are French. They live near Paris. I met them here a few days ago."

"They seem nice," was all I could say, as I struggled to keep my eyes focused anywhere but on her sex... her sweet vulva exposed between her parted knees. Cindy laughed as she understood my dilemma.

"You must understand I hate tan lines. If we are to spend time together, get used to it."

She once again picked up her book and began to read. After a few minutes I decided I was sufficiently in control that I could go for a walk. I wasn't trying to ogle the naked people, but I was interested. As I say I hadn't ever been around nude bodies before, except boys my own age in the showers. More people had arrived after lunch including a couple of families with young children. I wandered among people of all ages noting their various physical differences. It was something of an education. I tried not to be obvious and quickly realized that for the most part people barely noticed me. I was pleased that my cock behaved itself all the while.

When I returned Cindy said, "Let's have another swim before we dress to go home."

So, we did.

On the drive back Cindy said, "So, do you prefer to be called Matthew or Matt?"

"Definitely Matthew," I replied, "It has more gravitas and weight to it."

I wondered if I sounded like a bit of a stuck-up Wally, but Cindy just said, "I agree, I like Matthew. It's a nice name."

We continued the drive in a comfortable silence. I had much to process and apart from my cock's embarrassing moments it was all good. I knew from the locker room showers that my penis was one of the larger ones and I knew it was very much a 'grower'. Cindy had said it was one to be proud of so that was good. I liked that she seemed to like it, "She must have seen a few," I thought, and not just at the nude beach. "Damn! I could feel it growing again."

When we got back to the hotel and unloaded our back packs, I said, "Thank you, so much Cindy."

"I'm glad you enjoyed it. I hope I didn't shock you too much."

"No, I loved it, all of it. Being naked was a first... not a first... I've seen myself nake... Sorry about m..." I stopped, I was babbling and not making any sense.

She smiled, "It's okay, nothing I haven't seen before. I'd planned on going to Santiago de tomorrow would you like to come?"

"Is there a beach?"

"Not really, I want to see some sights in the town; people from all over go on the Camino de Compostela to get there. I'm starting early there's a lot to see."

"Oh, I think I've heard of the Camino; it's like a pilgrimage."

"It certainly was originally; now for many people it's just a thing they do. There are many starting points in different parts of Europe, but they all end there."

"Sounds interesting, I'd like to come."

"Maybe we can make it back in a day. So, let's get a start around seven-thirty."

As it turned out we left just before eight and it took us the better part of three hours to get there and by then in was brutally hot. After coffee and churros, Cindy said, "I need to do my banking before it gets any later. Banks generally close in the afternoon."

It took a while, but I didn't mind the wait in the bank as they had air-conditioning. By the time she was done, it was after one o'clock. Still early for lunch in Spain, but not too early. Lunch was delicious, but the service was not hurried as everything was individually cooked. It was past three in the afternoon by the time we started our walking tour of this amazing historic World Heritage Site. The culmination of which was our visit to the cathedral, the reputed burial place of Saint James the Great, one of the apostles of Jesus Christ. It took longer than I expected but was well worth every minute as we even visited the rooftops.

It was closer to seven than six by the time we finished the tour. I felt sweaty and exhausted, but I thought Cindy was doing better until she said, "If you don't mind, I don't think we should try to get home tonight. Let's find somewhere to stay."

It didn't take long to find a nice hotel and went in to enquire. Cindy rattled off some words in Spanish of which I only understood 'solamente una noche'. She and the desk clerk chatted away until she turned to me and said, "We have a room and parking for the night.

I'm afraid it's just one room."

We got our keys and went up to the room. It was spacious with a large king-size bed.

"I believe they can make up the sofa as another bed if you like, or we can just stick to our own side of this large bed."

This was beyond my wildest fantasies. "Was I going to sleep with, well beside, this amazing woman?" I would have been immediately aroused but I was as much in a state of trepidation as one of excitement. I tried not to betray my emotions and for the most part succeeded.

"Let's leave our bags and go grab some dinner. I'm exhausted, I expect you are too."

The Concierge recommended a small restaurant nearby.

Cindy ordered something that turned out to be pork with chorizo sausage, potatoes and some greens, while I ordered the boiled octopus, seasoned with paprika and olive oil and served with potatoes. Frankly I would have preferred it grilled but this was the local preference. We both had some of each other's and I thought hers was better. We finished with Tarta de Santiago, a moist almond cake with a cross on top. During the meal we drank wine, but we followed it with a glass of queimada, a punch made with a spirit like grappa or marc, mixed with sugar, lemon peel and apple and coffee beans in the mix. We were told it is typically drunk at Halloween as it wards off evil spirits and their curses.

I was glad the hotel was only a short distance away as the brandy went to my head and I was embarrassed by Cindy steadying me.

When we got upstairs, she produced a toothbrush and toothpaste from her little daypack. She handed it to me and said, "You can use the bathroom first."

I went in, undid my zipper and brushed my teeth while I let loose a torrent of pee. I enjoyed the fresh taste of toothpaste. When I came out, she had already undressed to her very sexy underwear. She took the brush and toothpaste from me and went into the bathroom. I lay down on the bed and promptly fell asleep. My watch said it was close to two when I woke up and I was still dressed. Cindy had taken a long bolster from the top of the bed and laid it down the middle. She was asleep under the covers on the other side of it. We had left the noisy air-conditioning on when we went to dinner, but at some point, she had turned it off. There was just the gentle breeze from the fan whirring silently above my head. There was enough light to find my way to the bathroom to get undressed and wash my face. I brushed my teeth again as my mouth felt sour. I laid my folded clothes just outside the bathroom door and slipped off my underpants and pushed them underneath the others. As I went back to my side of the bed, I saw Cindy had put a glass of water on my bedside table, which I much appreciated. I had no trouble falling back to sleep.

When I awoke it was a quarter past seven and Cindy was still asleep. I lay there imagining Cindy's naked body and stroking my morning wood. Then I crept to the loo to pee. I didn't flush as the toilet was loud. There was enough light in the room to see Cindy's exposed breasts above the sheet. I paused and she stirred in her sleep. I got back in bed as quietly as I could. The image of a naked Cindy would not leave my head and my woody was back. I couldn't resist gently fondling it but didn't dare masturbate for fear of waking her. It seemed only a few minutes later, although I was partially dozing, that I sensed her get up and watched her naked body enter the bathroom. I listened to her pee and let out a gentle fart, then wash her hands. She flushed.

When she came back in, she saw I was awake, and she opened the blinds.

"Sleep well?" Then she looked again, and she laughed, "I see someone is up and hopeful."

I looked at the large tent I was making in the bed.

She stood there like a naked vision in the morning sunlight and said, "I expect a good-looking young man like yourself cannot believe we passed a night of simple sleep rather than one of frantic copulation."

I couldn't think of a thing to say, until I muttered, "Sorry, for being drunk."

"Yes, it was quite funny. At least you didn't snore."

Then she came over and pulled back the sheet fully exposing me, before she came round to my side of the bed and knelt on the floor. She leaned over the low bed and the next thing I knew she had engulfed my cock in her mouth. The sensation was incredible as she pulled back off and licked around the rim before plunging back down still further until I felt I was deep in her throat, and her lips nuzzled my pubes. She withdrew halfway and took a deep breath sucking and running her tongue around and around under the head and I felt my balls tightening into my body. I couldn't hold back. My cock let fly three or four streams of semen in quick succession and I could feel her swallowing as hard as she could before she pulled back coughing with dribbles of it coming out of her nose. For good measure my cock gave a final jerk and shot another stream upwards, some landed in her hair but most on her face then slowly dripped off to join the puddle that was now dribbling down my cock to my pelvis.

She grabbed a tissue and coughed a gob into it; took another and wiped her face.

"Boy, that was quick. When you cum you really cum. I don't think I ever experienced as much." She paused, then said, "Why don't you return the favour while you recover."

With that she rolled on her back vigorously pushing the bolster off the side of the bed. I sat for a second then reached for a couple of tissues and began wiping myself. I stood up not sure what to do next. I moved over to kneel on the bed and hesitated. She reached for my hand and pulled it down on to her vulva. With her other hand she parted her folds exposing what I guessed was her clitoris. I extended a finger and began to rub it tentatively. She watched me and said, "You haven't done this before?" It was a statement but also a question.

I shook my head.

Then she said, "May I ask how old you are, Matthew?"

I thought of lying but it seemed silly.

"Nineteen," I replied.

"Oh, I guessed maybe a year or two older. How old do you think I am?"

"Maybe twenty-eight... I don't really know."

"I'm thirty-one so I'll take your guess as a compliment." She was unconsciously stroking what I believed to be the ring finger.

"Are you married?"

She noticed her hands rubbed them together and said, "You're very observant. I was until recently. That's partly why I'm here to get the bastard out of my system..." she paused, "You do have a girlfriend?"

I nodded.

"What's her name, what does she like?"

"Jocelyn Cox."

"Oh, I'd like that too." She said laughing.

"What?" I was confused.

"Josling Cocks."

Then she said, "I'm kidding. I know it's her name, but it did bring up an image and I imagine yours would be the winner, Matthew. Yours has definite gravitas and weight, a master jossler," and she laughed again, "Just do to me what you do to her."

"I've kissed her, French-kissed, and she let me touch her breasts under her clothes."

"Are you telling me you are a virgin, a hunk like you. Of course, I should have guessed at the beach. Well, are you saving yourself or shall I give you an education?"

"Pleeaase!" I begged.

"Right, well start stroking my clit and labia again and then bend over and suck on my nipples. They're very sensitive."

I leaned over her and did as she asked. Her nipples grew an inch, hard as a rock as I sucked. I didn't realize they would respond just like my cock which was certainly doing so now.

"Stop, or I'll come," she said, "Now use your tongue where your fingers are. Don't worry I washed after I peed. I'll move to the edge of the bed so you can kneel."

I did as I was told. It felt strange but awesome to lick and sucks on her sexy bits and I could tell she was enjoying it. I could taste the sweet juiciness of her wetness.

"Slip a finger in me," She moaned, and I did.

"Don't stop there bend it up a little, no first put three fingers." I slipped three fingers into her hole bending them upwards.

"That's good now rub me right there."

She spread her legs wider then said, "Hold it! I'll move up the bed a bit, so you can climb on." and she did, right up to the pillow.

"Give me the other pillow."

As I reached over and got it, she raised her bum, took the pillow from me and placed it under her. Then she pulled her knees up to her chest exposing her juicy... cunt. Yes, it was my first real up-close view of a woman's cunt, not just an up-close view. I'd never had any view before. When I sucked on her I was too close to really see how her outer lips were spread, and the inner lips were swollen and parted revealing her deep hole. I paused a moment in wonder.

"Now, put that monster in me, Matthew. I can't wait forever."

She guided my cock forward and I gingerly placed the head between her inner lips and pushed. I watched as her inner lips parted, and my cock slid in a little way and was instantly coated in her juices.

"Deeper!" she commanded, and I felt her passageway widening as it enveloped my cock like a warm glove. I kept going and felt a gentle bump and she gave a little whimper. I paused until she said, "Deep as you can go!" and I continued all the way. If my cock was stiff before it was quivering now and the head felt as though it was going to explode.

I felt our groins touch. "God, it felt good!"

"Now start to thrust," she said, and she gave a moan as I did. For an instant I imagined I was hovering somewhere above us looking down. In my mind I was looking at my naked body buried deep in hers. It wasn't quite realistic because I could see all of both our bodies at once. My buttocks moving and my penis sliding in and out of her. I felt her warm hands clutch my bum, and it was too much. My penis erupted shooting sperm deep inside her.

She gripped me round the waist as I came, saying, "It's all right. You're new to this."

I was a bit confused, as my climax was unlike anything I'd ever experienced, while masturbating, even better than when she sucked me. Overwhelming! I could feel my heart pumping as my outflow stopped. "Was she saying it could get even better?" I wondered. Then I realized she probably had not finished, not had the fabled orgasm and I felt disappointed for both of us. Weren't we meant to finish together.

"Was it all right?"

"It was fine, don't worry. Let's shower and go get some breakfast." said Cindy.

After breakfast we went back up to bed and did it one more time more slowly with me kneeling behind her so she could rub her clit at the same time. Intellectually I knew girls also masturbated but it was strange to feel her doing it as I thrust into her.

I thought, "This is how the cavemen did it."

"Stop! Lie on your back, I want to ride you."

I lay down and she lowered herself on to my erect cock, squatting so she could go up and down as she continued to masturbate. I began to know I was getting close, but I was sure she was too and then she came and as her pelvis spasmed so did I.

We had finished close together and she said that was much better but would improve with practice.

"Something to look forward to."

Just then there was a knock and before we could say anything the maid came in took one look and went scarlet. She took one more look at the naked woman poised above my semi-stiff dripping cock, turned and closed the door behind her.

"She's got something to tell her friends. I guess she assumed we were already gone as the bill was paid."

After that we got on the road. It was about ten.

"We can hurry back or stop by a beach. Whatever you want?"

"I'd love to be on a beach as long as we can be naked," I replied.

"Of course!"

After a couple of hours, we stopped for lunch and an hour or so after we finished, we did a detour to a small, secluded beach. It was through a wood and the down a steep path to a sandy beach no more than fifty metres long. It was deserted and we quickly stripped off. We ran into the water but felt the pull of a strong tide and retreated laughing back to our spot in the shelter of a rock. It wasn't long before I looked at Cindy and she nodded. I moved across our beach sheet and crawled between her legs.

I sucked on her nipples until they were jutting from her breasts and raised areolas, and she was rubbing herself. It gave me a sense of power, and I parted her legs and raised them over mine as I slid into her. Leaned forward on extended arms and she wrapped her long legs around me. As I began to thrust, she pushed forcefully back against me working her pelvic muscles and sometimes actually rising off the sheet. She had started rubbing herself but stopped to grip my shoulders as I rose on my toes and extended legs to thrust more fiercely. I was on the verge of coming when her legs locked tighter and I felt her shuddering. Her eyes rolled back in her head, and she fell limply back against the beach sheet as though in a coma.

I fell with her, and my penis was still jerking its load into her as we lay there. I was in a panic. What had happened? And then her eyes opened, still unfocussed, and a huge smile spread across her face.

"That was the best!" she said, "I knew you could do it."

I relaxed, but admitted, "I was worried. Your eyes rolled up in your head and it was like you passed out."

Now she was gazing at me with a clear focus, still grinning.

"I guess I did. That's what a momentous orgasm does to me, and I've only had a few. Only twice all the time I was married, and we fucked a lot, I mean a lot. Maybe a couple of times before then, and I was no virgin."

"So, it really was good?" I wanted to hear it all again.

"Yes, you stud. Your cock gave me a giant orgasm, possibly my best ever, and I hardly touched myself. Of course, I could probably have had quite a good orgasm if you'd just gone on sucking my tits. They are so sensitive, but it would have been nothing like this one.

I just need to lie back and relax."

I heard a noise and then I realized another couple were standing nearby. I looked at them.

"Sorry," the woman said, "We didn't mean to intrude but we couldn't stop watching."

She looked at her partner's somewhat erect cock, which he had released from his trousers, and she said, "I may have to do something about that."

As they moved away, she added, "By the way I'm Charmaine and he's Chad. You can watch if you want. Fair's fair."

I did watch as they stripped off. She was quite petite but with big tits and big buns. She was quite dark skinned, definitely no tan lines. He was big, about my height but big boned and barrel chested. He sat down on a towel and from what I could see his erect cock was shorter than mine but very thick. I realized Cindy had sat up and was watching as intently as I, as Charmaine sat herself facing him in his lap. I couldn't tell if he was in her but I'm not sure where else it could be that wouldn't be painful. She positioned herself so she was squatting and as he held her waist she began and gentle rise and fall. They kissed deeply as they continued this motion, and I could feel their passion. It wasn't until I felt Cindy hand on my still sticky penis that I realized I was hard again.

"You really do have the stamina of a teenager." She whispered giggling. "Watching is fun, isn't it? I'm a voyeur and an exhibitionist myself. I love watching and being watched."

I had to admit I loved watching. Did I like being watched? I wasn't sure but thought I might soon find out.

The End (for now)

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