Year 2, Day 2, The Beach - C3

Year 2 -- Day 2

His hand feeling the goose-pimples which had sprung up across his forearms, the sudden onslaught of the cold made him shiver. Shocked at the change of weather, he moved slowly through slit in the wall on the beach. He could feel his heart beginning to pick up pace, should he have been able to find it?

Carefully, he moved through the gap, trying to look inconspicuous, unable to stop a smile from appearing across his face.   No sounds, could he be the first person to arrive? It was still a full day in advance of the anniversary.

He kept sliding through, walking sideways, one step and then bringing the second to catch it up. The cave had appeared very suddenly, in the periphery of his eyesight as he'd spent a few moments watching the midday sea.

Another few minutes passed, had the entrance been this long last year?

Two minutes later and he stopped, this wasn't right. Turning to head back to the entrance was when he heard a noise further in.

Knock. Knock.

Adrenaline surging through him now, he moved forward faster.

Knock. Knock.

The knocking was getting louder and more insistent.

KNOCK. KNOCK. KNOCK. KNOCK.

James eyes opened. It took a second and another round of light taps on the hotel room when he heard a voice, "Housekeeping, your scheduled cleaning, Sir."

The room came into view as he began to sit up, it took another moment to realise that his evening partner had left before he had woken.

He heard the door unlatch and the house maid begin to move cautiously into the room with her cart. It took a few seconds due to the size of the room before she spotted him.

"Oh, so sorry, Sir." Her face looked shocked and embarrassed. "Please accept my apologies for waking you, I'll leave and we can organise to come back later."

Her eyes flitted around the room, taking in the levels of dishevelment and using her years of experience to piece together what activities had been happening in the room last night.

"No." he croaked out. "It's not a problem; I should have been up and out long before this." Finding it difficult to hide his disappointment that he'd lost half a day of exploring and searching.

"I should thank-you for being my alarm." He said as he looked at her properly for the first time.

She was maybe, late thirties to mid-forties at most. Classic beauty, in the most understated of ways. Probably spent most of her life in service, using the money from the hotel to look after someone or something.

"I'll give you some time and then if you just tell the reception if you leave and want the room cleaning before you come back."

"Don't be silly," James began to stand up, wrapped the beds sheet around his midriff so to not flash her. "I'll go for a shower and get out of your hair."

She focused her eyes back towards the cart, clearly undecided as to whether follow the instructions or leave and come back later.

"Seriously," he walked past her into the bathroom. "I don't want to be the person who puts you behind your schedule. I'm sure they don't give you enough time to clean the rooms anyway, right?"

"Er... uh... if that's what you'd prefer." She began fussing around with something in the cart.

He left her behind in the suite, closing the bathroom door most of the way, but leaving it open a touch.

The shower was hot and powerful; he loved a powerful shower. Spending way too long under the water, his thoughts wandering back to the night before.

Somewhere in amongst slathering his body with shower gel and closing his eyes to help his body remember the receptionist, his hands had moved to his turned-on cock slowly stroking himself.

His eyes almost opening when he heard a half-suppressed sigh come from outside the door.

Knowing he was being watched or had been spotted turned him on even further. Speeding up his movements and varying them whenever he felt fatigued.

Ahhh. His body jerked and then he felt the explosion of his build up excitement.

He opened his eyes, moving his hands to turn the shower off. The door was half open now, leaving now uncertainty to him that he'd been watched pleasuring himself.

He couldn't see anyone through it, opening the shower door and walking directly into the main room without grabbing a towel.

The cart was gone; the bed was made but that was probably the only thing done.

A tinge of disappointment as he reflected on whether she had enjoyed it, or if she now felt guilty about doing far less than her colleague had done previously.  

He took another twenty or so minutes to get himself together, dressed and ready for the rest of the day's activities before leaving the room.

Walking out of the lifts open doors, he instinctively glanced right towards the reception desk and almost immediately wished he hadn't. The housemaid, back to him, was on her tiptoes leaning over the desk, her short skirt giving a glimpse of her toned and clearly nude ass. She was talking animatedly with the gorgeous receptionist he'd spent the night with.

His eyes lingering far too long, he ripped his focus back to the task at hand. Speeding up, her got to the door and was out of the hotel before anything else could stop him.

The fresh sea air hit, helping to focus his mind. Stepping down the hotels marbled steps, he began to survey the beach that lay out before him. It was just after midday, and the locals as well as holiday goers were taking full advantage of all the benefits the beach had to offer.

Feeling the sand under his feet, James began to walk along the top of the beach, carefully glancing at everyone as he passed. Looking only for the woman that he longed to find.

After a few hours of careful searching, bored and frustrated he found a spot to lounge and relax. Laying down in the sand, he took a five or so minutes to relax before sitting back up and returning to taking a casual look around him.

There was a couple of young ladies sunbathing next to him on his left, they weren't too far away, but quite quickly he knew them not to be who he was searching so he moved on. Around 20 metres or so in front of him was a couple, maybe mid-20s, male & female. They were joking and laughing, it looked like he was building some sort of castle and she was delighting in making it difficult to do so.

To his right was a lady on her own, older and draped on a sun lounger and reading a book.

Happy that he'd missed nothing from those around him, he began to cast his eyes over those people moving up and down the beach. Observing in this way was far more enjoyable he found, even with no success, he felt like he was seeing a small window into these people's lives and learning how much he found trying to guess what they were thinking or saying a lot of fun.

An hour passed before he brought his focus back to his immediate neighbour's. He only did so as he'd spotted the woman to his right in his periphery. Not believing what he'd thought he was seeing, he slowly moved his gaze in her direction.

Her eyes were still focused on the book in her right hand, but his eyes were following her left hand as she was rubbing her fingers in circle motions around her clit, the ladies' undergarments already removed. She seemed to have no mind of anyone catching her and he was reminded of what he'd seen the night before.

What was happening on this beach?

A sound from behind him forced him to check on the sunbathing trio of girls. It sounded too much like a hushed moan. Moving his body back his original position so he could glance to his left. Only two girls were available and present to be seen. Only a few seconds later, he realised why. She had retreated underneath the far girls' towel and was clearly having enjoyed the beach snack.

Panicked for them, he started searching the beach for anyone else who might have spotted this activity and was coming to make it known. Only to see that the castle builders had stopped fighting each other with the sand and were now mutually masturbating each other slowly whilst lying next to each other and staring into each other's eyes.

Stunned, he just sat there, pivoting his head slowly between the three sets of raunchy scenes.

Was this for him? Was it a test? Why did in this town feel like they needed to strip and fuck him, or fuck in front of him.

The girl that that didn't currently have her friends head between her thighs did catch him watching and just smiled and winked at him and then went back to watching her friends with hungry eyes.

"Oi," a half shouted -- half whispered exclamation came from his right. "My date never showed," her voice closer to the whisper as he turned to look at her. The book now placed in the sand as the red-haired lady on the sun lounger was looking at her.

She beckoned him towards her; he slowly lifted and shuffled across to be nearer. "This is unusual, but I want you and I somehow have the confidence that you would help a lass out in a predicament." She smiled and leaned her large breasts closer to his face.

Instinctively, almost before a decision was even made, he found himself licking around her turned on nipple. Moving quickly, she lowered herself of the lounger. As she did so, she pulled the towel she had been sitting on over both herself and him as she lay her entirely naked body on top of him.

Not letting any moment pass, as if she thought he'd change his mind at any moment. She began grinding her wet pussy up and down his right leg, kissing his neck and her hands trying to find the button that was keeping his shorts from being pulled down and revealing an extremely hard rod.

She was frantic, her playful reading had built her up to the point of explosion, her body vibrating wherever he kissed of touched it. With his cock feeling the air as it sprang free, she crawled away from him and began licking the base of his cock before sucking up both of his balls into her mouth as she teased the tip with her fingers.

As she continued to enjoy taking him into her mouth, he looked to the left of him and found that the trio were now facing them and playing with themselves, a leg resting over their friends so that they were all touching. The same thrill he'd felt in the shower earlier on returned, the excitement of these women watching and enjoying themselves whilst doing made the experience even greater.

Returning focus to his partner, she climbed on top of him and shed the towel. She fucked him. She enjoyed the ride more than almost anyone he could remember doing so. She was loud with her enjoyment and to still nobody seemed to care.

She took what she wanted, riding him faster, harder and then jumping up and turning around and fucked him again whilst facing and clearly watching the castle building couple, of which the woman had clearly begun copying her every movement.

Whoever this red-haired booked reader was, she wasn't letting up and she wasn't letting him do anything. Taking what she wanted and then once she decided she'd had enough, she leant forward gave him a long kiss and then stood up, gave a smile to the trio and a nod to the couple who were lying out of breath in the sand. She picked up her book but left her towel and clothes before walking away down the beach.

He watched her for as long as he could, no one batted an eyelid as she passed. He noticed others -- not everyone -- but there were certainly other half naked and completely nude people enjoying the beach this late afternoon.

Sitting up, it seemed his decision to leave was also being mirrored.

Time to get back to the hotel for some food and sleep, knowing that tomorrow evening if everything went as he hoped, he would be getting very little of either.

-

"Thank-you," he said as he stood from the table. He'd spent the evening in the hotel's own restaurant. He'd come down and got himself a table that looked out over the hotels entranceway so he could keep a check to see if any of the guests were his cavern ladies.

The meal had been delicious and he'd over-indulged ever with a few local pints and was feeling a little lightheaded as he stepped into the lift.

Before eating, he had returned to his room and quickly changed. Recognising that the room had been fully cleaned, it seemed that his shower voyeur had kept her promise to return. He'd seen neither her, nor the receptionist during his meal.

The lift ferried him up his floor and when he was only a few steps away from his suite door, was when he realised it was slightly ajar. Had he left it open?

No, he was sure of that. He prodded it open with his foot and then tentatively walked in, wondering what he was walking into.

Nothing.

The bed was empty.

There was a click from the bathroom, turning and spying the door half open he glided over to see who had turned the shower on.

The gap in the door was just large enough for him to see a lady's silhouette, a lady who was clearly feeling her body and playing with herself. He dropped his trousers, his cock already at attention. The house maid had clearly returned, wanting to give back to him.

As he began stroking back and forth, the door slowly opened, as if by itself. Except it wasn't a sentient door. The receptionist sat on top of the toilet lid, also naked, also playing with herself. She held his gaze for a second, before standing up and joining the older woman in the shower.

"Are you sure..." the house maid asked tentatively. She got her answer as the receptionist lowered herself to her knees and began kissing her inner thighs as she showers drenched both.

Unable to resist, he stripped his clothes off and joined the pair. This night was about to get extremely exciting.