Missing Ben, for a While Anyway

Missing Ben for a while, anyway.

Chapter One: The start.

I was sad, but not in an overwhelming way, just a "Things didn't go as planned" sort of way. I had been driving for hours across northern France on my way to Honfleur, a beautiful French seaside town with its old, historic, quaint harbour, and lots of great restaurants. It is one of our favourite places, but I was getting tired after a long day on my own, and I don't like being alone. But that wasn't my fault.

Let me introduce myself. I am Mary. At twenty-three, I'm 5' 10" and slim. I have been told, too many times, in my opinion, that I am attractive with a good, fit body, but I think I would look better with bigger breasts.

I come from a small town in Kent, just on the edge of London, where I still live with my Mum and Dad. But today I was feeling very unattractive, as my boyfriend of the last four years, Ben, had just broken up with me because he had been seeing that slut and bimbo, Jane from down the Red Lion Pub, behind my back for nine months, the bitch.

Perhaps he went with her because she has her own place. But I was saving hard for a house deposit.

This was meant to be a week's holiday, pretending to be a married couple, for both of us to celebrate being together, but now that won't happen.

I thought, "As I had paid for almost all of this break, I am still going to take the trip, have fun, and fuck him, that two-faced bastard."

Chapter Two: The second day, and the hotel.

I parked at the back of the hotel, which faced the picturesque harbour, struggled to get my suitcase out of my Mini's boot, and made my way to the front desk.

A rather handsome male receptionist, about twenty-eight to thirty years old, greeted me. He had a great smile and looked like he had a fit body under his suit. He spoke very good English, as they all seem to in Europe, but it took him a while to understand that I had come on my own, as a married wife, rather than as part of a couple, as he kept looking at the door to the car park, expecting someone else to walk in.

He told me, "I am Maurice, and I am here for the afternoon/evening shift, and I am here for your pleasure and service. I have put you in room 28. It is a quiet room with a balcony overlooking the harbour. Enjoy your stay with us and remember to call me if you have 'any needs'. Jack will show you to your room."

Jack was an older man in his fifties, but looked in good shape, with a pleasant face and a nice disposition. As we travelled up in the lift, I thought, "That was funny the way Maurice said, 'If I have any needs. I wonder what he meant by that?"

Jack said as he led me into the room. "Here you are, madame, room 28. Here is your key card. It has a king-size bed, an ensuite, and a balcony. It can be a little noisy when the bars turn out, and people are walking back to their hotels, but it's good if you like people watching."

I gave him a generous tip; he then took my hand up to his lips, kissed the back, and said, "Thank you, madame. Anything else you need, I am at your disposal, anything at all. Day or night." He then gave me a big wink and left.

I browsed the hotel's information booklet and discovered it had a small, heated pool, a sun deck, a spa pool and a restaurant that didn't look that pricey. I was knackered, so I thought, "Unpack, go down for a drink and a meal, then come back to the room for a long, hot shower, relax in bed with a good book, and read till I got sleepy." I was spent.

I had a nice meal with a couple of glasses of red wine. After checking out the spa and swimming pool, which were empty, I made it back to my room at about 9.00. The shower was amazing and so big you could have held a small party in it. All dusted and perfumed up, I slipped naked between the fresh sheets with my book. I settled in to read, but three pages in, I nodded off, book in hand and the bedside light still on.

I didn't know how long I'd been asleep, but I woke with a start, book half covering my face, duvet half off my body, to voices drifting through the open balcony doors. I thought I needed to see what was going on outside and get a feel for the place. I sprang out of bed and onto the balcony before realising I was still very much naked. But it was dark outside, and the balcony had no light, so I took the risk. A group of youngsters, all a bit drunk, were having fun, laughing and giggling with each other on their way home from a bar. I smiled and enjoyed their banter, though I couldn't understand a word.

As they passed, I was still smiling when a voice said, "Good evening. Having a good time?" My head snapped around to see two rather handsome young men looking intently at me, drinking beer on the very next balcony, just about 12 feet from me, and there I was naked, and they could see everything. I shot back into the room and closed the doors behind me. With my back against the now-closed doors,

I thought, "That was kind of hot, having those two young strangers looking at me naked and on full display." I felt a usual dampness happening between my legs as I got back into bed, turned off the lights, and pondered whether I should bring myself off, or not, as I pictured the boys next door in my mind before I went to sleep. But as I considered it, I drifted off into a horny sleep, too tired to do anything else.

Chapter Three: The second day, the beach, and room service.

I slept like a baby but woke up late and horny as I expected. The dining room was still open, so after dressing in a very short skirt that hardly covered my arse cheeks, but going commando, and with a tight blue tank top covering my bra-less tits, I made my way down to eat. Hoping for a proper breakfast of bacon and eggs, I got the usual French day starter: croissants or bread with ham, cheese, or jam. Never mind. Two or three cups of fresh coffee sorted me out, and I was back in my room in 30 minutes flat.

I pondered, "What do I do today?" From the window, I could see it was hot and sunny outside, so I decided a short walk to the beach and a relaxation in the French sunshine would be the answer. So, after packing what I needed for the day into my rucksack and borrowing a bath towel from the hotel's bathroom, I set off.

It was a pleasant stroll through the town and down to the beach with lots of admiring glances from both men and women as I showed off my long legs and with my boob-tube holding my pert tits up and firm as my nipples showed my arousal. This was helped by the warm breeze blowing up my skirt, tickling my naked pussy, and making it purr with pleasure.

I picked up some food and drink for the day at a local shop and gave a couple of dirty old men a treat as I bent over to load my pack and, in so doing, showed off my wet pussy and most of my arse. Hope they were OK after.

The beach was almost deserted, but the wind was a bit cool and blowy. I wasn't going back to the hotel, so I hired a windbreak from the ice cream and deckchair place, set it up myself, and kept away from other people. It didn't take long to set up, and crouching behind it kept me out of the wind and warm, which was very pleasant. I had a bit of trouble changing into my bikini, though, as the towel I borrowed was a bit small, and I think I kept flashing the sunbathers around me, but I got it on and lay down to soak up that magic sunshine.

"Would you like some sun lotion applied to your back, madam?" a voice from behind me said. As I turned around, I saw two young men of African origin standing in my sun, offering their service. OK, I said, but get out of my sun. I had one crouch down on either side of me as the drip, drip, drip of the cooling lotion hit my legs and back. Four strong hands were laid on my back and started spreading the oil over my body, and I just couldn't help but let out a low, shuddering groan as the hands moved about.

Then, snap, I felt my bikini top unfasten and slip out from under me. "Should I be worried?" I thought. "No, there are loads of topless beaches in France."

The hands rubbing my back felt so good and relaxing I had shut my eyes, almost falling asleep till I felt one on each side dip down to feel my side boob, but as I didn't complain, it rubbed some more and more, feeling more and more of my tits till it was rubbing on and pulling and tweaking my nipples.

It felt so good, but then other hands were sliding under the waistband of my bikini bottoms, cupping my cheeks. It felt so good, but then a finger travelled down between my arse cheeks, and I raised up my hips to improve access. I felt it slip into my bum hole a couple of times, then come out to disappear again, this time deep inside my now very wet pussy. It felt so good I was already almost cumming.

"Can you be naked on a French beach?" I thought, but I was about to find out as my bikini bottoms were slid down and off my oily legs. Deckchairs were arranged around the gap in the windbreak as my legs were parted as fingers started rubbing my swollen clit. It felt so good, but as I was flipped over on my back, I saw one of the biggest black cocks I had ever seen, and it was only inches from my face and mouth.

The other guy started to eat me out with lots of tongue deep inside me as I started sucking furiously on the cock at my face, I was coming loads on the second guy's face between my legs. "You're loving this, aren't you, English bitch?" he said as he replaced his tongue with his cock. Man, it felt so good; deep inside me as I was cumming again and again on his cock. The pair nodded to each other and swapped positions, and I could taste myself as I choked with his face fucking action.

The guy now between my legs was grunting and groaning, and I could tell he was going to explode. He didn't even ask if that was OK as he filled me up. The second guy then pulled out of my mouth, pushed his friend aside, and slid his cock into my cum filled pussy to dump his load, along with his friend's, inside my well-used cunt as well. It felt so good, but in a flash, they had their swim trunks back on and were gone. But at least they didn't charge me for the sun location they used.

I fell asleep as I recovered, but was woken by a voice saying, "Excuse me, madame, but you can't be naked on the beach in this part of France."

I looked up and said to the gendarme, "Sorry, officer, it won't happen again." But I could tell he was looking at my pussy with two loads of cum seeping out of it and soaking away into the sand. He just stood there, staring, almost dribbling, as he watched me put on my bikini, then left me with a warning. I was still horny as I walked slowly back to my hotel.

The receptionist, Maurice, watched me as I walked into reception. I was bedraggled. My hair was a mess, with most of my body covered in sand. My sexy looking small bikini that looked so great earlier the first time I put it on was all over the place, showing one of my nipples, and I had a pussy lip hanging out of the side of my bikini bottoms; plus, I had cum running down my legs, emphasised by the sand sticking to it. I was a mess. He said with a big smile, "Had a good time, madame?" I didn't answer, but I saw both him and Jack the porter staring at me as the lift door closed behind me.

I wished my room had a bath so I could have a long, hot soak. But I had to make do with a shower, a very long hot shower. I felt a bit happier with myself as I finished, flopped spread-eagled on the bed, and thought about what had just happened. That made me wet again, and I was still horny as fuck. I relaxed and read my book for a while till I started to feel hungry. I couldn't face people, so I ordered room service. A nice beef bourguignon with a bottle of Merlot. That should do it.

I was getting some fresh air when I heard a knock at my door. "Come in. It's open," I said, and returned my attention to looking over the old harbour. I heard someone cough gently twice behind me to get my attention.

It was Maurice, who then said, "Madam, your meal." As I turned and stood in the doorway, the early evening breeze blowing my dressing gown away from my naked body, I could tell he could see everything of me.

"Thanks," I said. "Leave it there, thank you."

"I will just open the wine for Madame to let it breathe for a while. I have finished my work for the day and have time on my hands." It was obvious that he had other things on his mind, though, as I could see a bulge forming in his trousers as he feasted his eyes on my near nakedness.

I sat down on the only chair at the small table. As Maurice flicked a serviette across my naked thighs, then moved it into position, his hand stayed on my leg a bit too long. My pussy was on fire again, and I wondered if he could smell my sex heat as it wafted up from between my hot legs. His hand went to my back between my shoulders, then he held the back of the chair as he tipped it and me back to kiss my keen lips, long and slow as his tongue explored my mouth.

I thought, "OH no, not again. But, hell, why not?" Our tongues entwined in each other's as the passion grew; his hand pulled my gown open and started to travel over my now fully exposed body. First one breast, focusing on the nipple, then the other, and my heart rate rose, and my pulse quickened. My legs opened to each side of the chair as his hand travelled down from my hard nipples to my now, very wet and wanting cunt. Two of his fingers slipped deep inside me, going straight to and rubbing my 'G' spot, while his thumb slid up and down on my engorged clit. It was heaven, with a big cum on its way.

I exploded over the chair with a massive orgasm that rocked my whole body and soaked the chair and the floor under it. But before I could recover, Maurice lifted me up with his two muscular arms and tossed me on the bed like a rag doll. He tore off my dressing gown and stood next to me, slowly undressing. I shimmied up the bed to get a good view of what was to come, literally.

'Mmmmm,' now that was a nice cock and balls. Bigger than the two on the beach, and it looked tasty too. Maurice grabbed my hair and dragged my head across the bed, into his crotch, telling me to open my mouth as I got there. He wasn't gentle at all, but sometimes I don't mind a bit of that. And there it was, at the back of my mouth and starting to slide down my throat. It felt like it would reach my stomach. I couldn't breathe; I was choking, and my tummy wanted me to throw up. But he just kept, almost pulling out, then pushing it deep inside again, and getting faster and faster. He was building up inside, and I could tell as I had a hand on his big balls, and I felt them twitch as he unloaded and dumped his cum deep in my mouth and throat. I could do nothing but swallow the lot.

He righted the upturned chair, sat his sexy arse down on it as he grabbed the bottle of Merlot off the table and took a big swig. How uncouth, I thought. He poured a glass for me and motioned for me to come get it.

Sliding off the bed, I walked over to the table with my best hip wiggle on, but as I picked up the glass, he grabbed my hips and pulled me to him, wine spilling all over us. I landed on his lap, his still-hard cock nudging my fanny lips. That magnificent cock then slid deep into me as I started to pump my cunt on his dick as my arse rubbed up and down his smooth muscular chest. Could it get any better?

But it did, as this: the hotel receptionist lifted me up and walked me to the bed, placing me down on all fours, as he fucked me doggy-style, deep and hard. He came for the second time, and I had lost count of mine. He cleaned up the food and wine mess, got dressed and left my room, saying, "Sorry your food got cold; I will send up a fresh plate. On the house." What service.

I showered again, sat half-lying on the bed, still naked, and waited. There was a knock on the door, and with a big smile I ran to open it. I had hoped Maurice had returned, but it was Jack the porter, a massive smile on his face as he spotted me naked, while pushing the food trolley into the room.

I thought, "What the hell, he's seen me naked, so why cover up now?" He kept looking from my face to my tits, then down to my pussy, then back again. I knew what he wanted. I said, "No, Jack. You are not getting a fuck. I am sore and knackered."

He looked disappointed and said, "Is your mouth still OK and working?" I kicked him out with a 10-euro tip and sat down to what turned out to be a very good meal.

With a full tummy, this time with food, I relaxed with some French TV and finished off the bottle of excellent wine.

The TV was getting a bit boring, and I started to get sleepy. I pushed the trolley out of the room, tidied up a bit, and took the last of the wine out onto the balcony for a breath of fresh air before bed.

As I stood there enjoying the wine and the air, I noticed the boys on the next balcony, ogling my naked body again.

One said, "Having another good evening? It sounded like it from here. That's two nights in a row."

I replied, "I hope you enjoyed the sounds and the show. Night, lads." I wiggled my tits and arse as I walked back into my room and jumped into my bed. I fell quickly into a very contented sleep. What a day.

Chapter Four: The third day, and the spa.

Of course, I woke up late again after a 'busy day and night' and a great night's sleep. The hotel's restaurant was closed, so I ordered breakfast from room service and told them to leave it outside my door, as I didn't want a repeat of last night's service. Well, not right away, anyway.

Pushing the trolley, with my now-usual continental breakfast, from the corridor to the room's balcony, I settled down for a slow, leisurely first meal of the day. It was nice just sitting there, eating and listening to the voices of people walking around the harbour below me. Also, the sexy boys from the next room must have been up and out, as there was no sign of them. So peaceful.

After about an hour, I had eaten as much as I wanted and drained the coffee pot. I pushed the trolley back into the corridor to be collected, lay back on my bed, and thought, "What can I get up to for the rest of the day?"

I decided to relax around the hotel and take it easy, since I'd been a bit out of control these last few days. With that decision made, I put on a fresh bikini that, I thought, felt and looked good, but perhaps a bit small, grabbed a towel, and made my way to the hotel's pool, sun deck, and spa-pool area. Ideal.

As I sank into the hot, bubbling, relaxing water of the spa pool, a voice said, "Would madam require a refreshing drink from the bar?"

I nodded to Maurice and said, "That would be very welcome. Something fruity will be fine," but then thought to myself, "Is there any job in this hotel that man does not do?"

In the next hour, he brought me three more drinks, and I began to suspect they didn't contain just fruit, as I was feeling a bit tipsy. Then I heard two excited voices, rather loudly saying, "Look, it's her, the woman from the room next to ours," with the other adding, "You're right. Let's go join her and chat her up a bit." My day had just spiralled downward, as I tried to pretend to sleep behind my old-style Ray-Bans.

The Ray-Bans flew off my face and landed, brutally, on the concrete around the side of the spa pool as two jets of water, generated by the boys' bomb-diving into the pool, hit either side of my face and body. Shades, hairstyle, and all sense of style disappeared in a second, and I looked like a drowned rat.

As they shuffled up close and pressed themselves to my sides, Maurice came up to the spa and said, "Behave, gentlemen. I have other guests to be considered." Thanks, Maurice.

"Fancy seeing you here, darling," one said sarcastically. "I am Jack, and this is my brother Joe. It's a pleasure to see you again. Though, there is less of you to see today, compared to the last two nights."

"Jack and Joe? You must be kidding me. What were your parents thinking?" I replied, then added, "What do you want?"

I then felt a hand on my thigh; it started to move upwards towards my pussy. Jack said, "Well. We have seen the body and liked it; now we want to try it. If you know what I mean." I felt a finger pull the crotch of my bikini bottoms to one side, then slip inside my fanny. I couldn't help myself, shuddering as I let out a quiet moan.

Joe, on the other side of me, had his hand under my top and was twisting and pulling on my nipple, like a man tunes in an old radio. I was starting to enjoy myself when, out of nowhere, Maurice reappeared and said, "You're putting on too much of a show for the hotel boys. Take it upstairs for your fun."

The lads helped me out of the spa-pool; I offered very little resistance; in fact, I was rather keen on the idea. As the three of us walked, giggling because of the alcohol, towards the lift. Maurice called out from behind the reception desk, "Have fun, madam, enjoy."

As we squeezed into the small lift, Jack's lips clamped on mine, his tongue pushing into my mouth while he groped my breasts, as brother Joe slid his hand down the back of my bikini, fingering my arsehole and pussy.

I must have looked like a bit of a slut as the lift door opened on our floor to the older couple standing there waiting for their ride down. My bikini tops were pulled aside, showing my tits, with very hard, sticky-out nipples, while the young stud Jack sucking on one and played with the other.

My bikini bottoms hung around my ankles, as brother Joe fingered my very wet fanny, which was dripping on the lift floor, as I shuddered with a massive orgasm.

They moved aside as I hobbled, helped by the brothers, into the corridor. She gave me a disapproving look, but her husband smiled and gave me a thumbs-up when he thought she wasn't looking. Dirty old man, but I like it.

We giggled as we half-stumbled and half-ran down the corridor, a brother holding on to each arm. Inside the room, as the door slammed shut, they threw me on the bed and started to pull off their shorts and T-shirts.

And there they were, two of the nicest cocks I have ever seen, all hard for me, and sticking up, craving attention from me. You could see what bodily features ran in their family.

They jumped onto the bed, one on each side of me and began a feeding frenzy on my body, their hands bumping into each other's as they grabbed for my sexy bits.

I had to say, "Steady boys, slow down; we have loads of time, and now be kind, gentle and loving," and for the most part they were.

Joe was trying to get all of his tongue in my mouth while tweaking each of my nipples in turn, while Jack had shimmied down the bed and was eating my pussy out, and doing a great job of it, I must say.

Joe then straddled my face with his rather big cock travelling in and out of my mouth at an increasing pace, as I tasted his pre-come seeping from its end.

Meanwhile, Jack, with his face all shiny from my cum was lifting my bum off the bed and pushing a pillow under it. I wondered what that was for and what was coming next. He pushed my legs forward, and his helpful brother, Joe, put them under his brother's armpits while still fucking my face. My arse was now on full show, but not for long, as I felt Jack's tongue start to lick up and down my crack till he stopped on my darkest hole. He sucked on it hard till, first the top, then the whole of his tongue disappeared inside as I came again, squirting my juices all over Jack's face.

"It's time to fuck her, Joe," Jack said as he laid me flat on the bed and pulled my legs apart as far as they would go. And while Joe sat and watched, Jack was between my legs with the head of his cock sliding up and down my extremely wet pussy lips.

With a grunt, he shoved all of his large, lovely dick deep inside me and started to pump, which made yet another orgasm start to build up inside me.

He was so sexually aroused that it didn't take long for me to feel his cum shooting inside my, now well-used cunt. I could hear, while in a bit of a daze, as Jack flopped down on top of me, Joe saying, "Get off her, get off her. It's my turn."

Joe almost pushed Jack off me and took his place. He looked down at me with a big horny smile on his face as his cock slid into me, aided by the slipperiness of his brother's cum. I was spent and just lay there, making the appropriate noises until he finished his turn using my body.

We all lay on the bed, bodies entwined, recovering from our passionate exertions and having a nice grown-up conversation, which I thought was a pleasant surprise.

After a while, Joe started toying with my tits again as I felt his cum covered cock touch my thigh as it started to rise to the occasion again. Jack was getting the same idea as he played my arse.

They said, almost in unison, DP. At which point I thought, "Oh no." But it seemed I had no say in what was going to happen, and truth be told, it would be my first, and I wondered what it would be like.

Joe pushed me aside and lay, full length, down the middle of the bed and called me to lie on top of him. I had to put my lower legs either side of him so he could get his cock in pussy.

It felt so good as it slid in and out of me till Jack got on the bed and his cockhead touched my tender bum hole. As I pushed down on Joe's cock again, Jack's went deep into my arse. It hurt a bit at the start, but as we got a good rhythm going and both cocks were fully inside me, I felt the biggest, and I mean the biggest cum building up from what felt like my stomach, as all three came together.

We slumped into the bed in a messy pile of dirty bodies on what was now a very messy, stained bedsheet.

As we lay there again, in silence, recovering and contemplating what had just happened, Jack said, "I am hungry. Let's clean up and go eat."

I replied, "You two go, and I will meet you in a short while." But honestly, I just wanted to get clean, relax, and order room service.

I reminded myself to ask them to leave it outside and not bring it in. I didn't want Maurice getting any ideas again. I was fucked and tired.

Chapter Five: The fourth day, and the car drive.

As I walked into the restaurant for breakfast the next morning, I scanned my fellow hotel guests for someone to sit and eat with, as I didn't want the brothers hijacking me again. But as I looked, I heard the lift open at the other end of the corridor leading to the breakfast room, and the dreaded sound of their youthful voices echoed toward me, sending shivers down my spine.

Then I saw her. She was about my age, or perhaps a little younger. She looked pleasant enough, as was ideal for my escape from the possible lads' plan. I made a beeline for her and plonked myself down opposite, in the only other available chair at her table.

"Hi. I am Mary. Do you mind if I join you for breakfast?" I said.

She looked up slowly as she finished chewing a spoonful of cornflakes and said, "Of course not. It would be a pleasure." She then added, "Are those English boys after you again? They tried to hit on me the other day, but I was not in the mood for their kind. My name is Sally, by the way. Pleased to meet you, Mary."

As we shook hands, the brothers had found someone else to bother, but they kept looking our way with lustful smiles.

We had a pleasant chat as we finished our meal. As I started to get up and leave the table, I had a brainwave and asked her, "Look. I need to get away from all this, and I thought I would go for a ride in the country. My car is outside, and I could do with the company. Want to come?"

A big smile spread across her face as she said, "I would love to. I have nothing planned. Let's meet in reception in about twenty minutes, and perhaps we could pick up a picnic on the way? It looks like it's going to be another hot day, in more ways than one."

As we walked back to our rooms, I thought, "In more ways than one? Wonder what she meant by that?"

Dressed in baggy shorts over a black lacy thong, a plain white cotton shirt, no bra, and sandals, I went to meet Sally in reception. In the lift, I pictured her waiting for me while Maurice threw innuendo after innuendo at her, trying to get into her knickers, but when the lift doors opened, she was standing by the exit, and he was focused on the hotel's computer, ignoring her completely. "That's odd," I thought. "Perhaps she is not his type, or she has already told him where to go."

She looked a picture of sexiness, with her long blond hair cascading over her shoulders and her very long legs framed by tight shorts and high heels that made her legs look even longer.

I thought, "She is not going to be doing much walking in those heels." On her top half, she wore a blue tube top that showed off her perky breasts just right. She looked like a sexy picture.

After buying a picnic and a couple of bottles of white wine, we set off on the coast road towards the Normandy beaches.

The sun was shining, the windows were open, and the warm summer breeze flowed through the car, tossing Sally's hair gently in the air, as the radio played softly in the background.

After about an hour of chatting and driving, it was time to find somewhere to eat and drink. As it was so hot, we looked for some shade and found a small wood behind a lay-by that looked ideal.

We walked for a short while off the road and found a secluded spot that looked just right. I spread the blanket from my car on the ground, took a bottle of wine from the cool box, opened it, and poured two glasses while we sat down.

"Could this be any better?" Sally said as she drank her wine, then added with a laugh, "A nice location, nice food and drink, and a beautiful, sexy companion to spend the day with. It's all making me kind of moist."

"She is hitting on me," I thought. "Now that's a first for me."

We were sitting facing each other, with her long legs either side of me, so I glanced at the gusset of her tight shorts and could clearly see a dark patch of dampness appearing. I must admit, I was getting turned on.

We drank; we ate; we drank some more; we ate some more. It was fun, but the drink was going to my head a bit.

I lay back on the blanket and closed my eyes, enjoying the heat, the company, and the ambience of the location, until I felt Sally's hand on my tummy, under my shirt.

She was just moving it about, caressing my skin in a nice way, when I said, "That feels so nice," and I just relaxed and enjoyed the attention. But then her hand moved in bigger circles. First, it lightly crossed my tits, skimming my nipples, then dipped under the top waistband of my shorts.

On the next rotation, the hand paused to tweak my now hard nipples as it crossed them, and pushed down deeper into my shorts, almost onto my now very wet pussy. I groaned in a very horny way. I wondered what the third rotation would bring, but it didn't come.

I felt a slight tugging on my shirt as Sally undid the buttons, exposing the top half of my body to the elements. Next, her wet lips started sucking a nipple while slowly rubbing the other between thumb and forefinger, which drives me crazy.

Then her hand was moving down on my tummy and into my shorts, causing me to shiver with anticipation as it parted my pussy lips, before slipping inside me.

She then asked, "Are you OK with this?"

All I could answer with was, "mmmmmmmmm." It was heaven.

My sandals were on the grass as I lifted my hips so she could pull my shorts off and toss them aside.

Her hand was now rubbing my pussy through my thong, making them very wet, before she slipped them off me. I saw her sniff them before placing them in her shorts pocket. "Perhaps for later use," I thought with a smile.

I could feel her breath on my skin as her face got closer and closer to my fanny. She must have been able to smell its sexy odour before her mouth descended on it, covering it, sucked it, and finding my clit. I was wriggling about uncontrollably as she brought me to orgasm after orgasm.

In the end, I had to push her head away so I could recover, as those twitches kept making my body pulse with the slightest touch.

"Wow," I said, "That was amazing. Now it's my turn to pleasure you."

She stood next to me while her shorts, knickers, and boob tube all came off and were thrown to the ground, leaving the most beautiful naked body I had ever seen standing over me, looking down with sheer lust in her sexy blue eyes.

I watched as she squatted down, her shaved pussy descending onto my face as I inhaled her scent, then tasted her sex juice for the first time.

I found and sucked her engorged clit as she gyrated her hips over my face, and more so my mouth, making my face smell of her.

My hands naturally cupped her cheeks, with a single finger probing her bum hole, which brought her off for the first time that day, as her wetness flooded my mouth so much, I had to swallow twice.

For the rest of the afternoon, we just enjoyed being together, our nakedness, the drink, talking, touching each other, and being in the sunshine as it filtered through the leaves in the wood.

As we drove back, I could still smell her on my face, and it was so fucking sexy.

We stopped at a small bistro for dinner and sat at a quiet table in the corner, still chatting as she reached across the table to hold my hand. I didn't object or pull away and even returned her affectionate squeeze.

Back at the hotel, Sally followed me into my room, where we kissed some more, running our hands over each other's bodies before sharing a long, hot shower, as we came a lot more times.

Chapter Six: The sixth day, and a final truth.

I was awakened first thing in the morning by the hotel phone ringing, with my arm draped over a still-naked Sally, and with the taste of her pussy on my face and in my mouth, I answered the call.

It was Maurice, and he said, "I have a man called Ben in reception, claiming to be your boyfriend. What do you want me to do? I can't send him up. He's not registered as a guest."

I just answered him, "I will be right down."

Throwing a bathrobe over my naked body, I got into the lift and went down.

There he was, standing there as if nothing had happened, as I pictured him with that slut and bimbo Jane from the Red Lion, the cunt.

I said, "What do you want?"

"I just want you to give me a second chance, babe. I miss you so much," he said.

I replied, as I opened my dressing gown, exposing my nakedness to a small number of people in the reception area. "You're just missing this. You cheating loser. Well, you fucked our relationship big time, and that boat has sailed now. I have had more fun in the last five days than in all the years we were a couple. So, fuck off back to England and Jane. We are done."

Clapping and cheering erupted in the reception, led mostly by Maurice, as I turned back towards the lift, my room and Sally. And I still had three days of my holiday left. How good is that?