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A week away

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DarsLangly

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They checked in late, after a dry, wind-blown day driving through the narrow roads to the resort. She slept most of the way, her passenger-side seat reclined, window cracked, making a thin, sharp breeze that stirred her hair. Her hands rested in her lap — a subtle, insistent pressure through her bunched skirt onto the warmth beneath.

She was still muddled and muted, half awake, as they carried their bags to the front desk. While he traded cards and numbers with the woman working the desk, she stirred out of her torpor. Leaning against the glass window of the entry hall, she took in the busy poolside bar where guests stirred and drank and gossiped, spinning themselves up to an evening gear.

Finally relaxed on this third day of their trip, mind floating from the long drowsy drive, her eyes took snapshots of the scene — a pair of wide shoulders under a tight shirt; a round, toned ass giving shape to the wrap bought from a beach vendor; an embarrassed laugh, silent through the glass and distance; a high, spiked shoe; a flash of a watch.

He found her there, meditatively staring through the window, and handed her one of the keys. He paused a moment to see if he could figure out what or who she was looking at. She broke the brief silence with a teasing question: "Does that busy bar make you think of any of your nasty fantasies?"

He flashed a reflexive, embarrassed grin. Before he could shape a reply, something with what he thought would be the correct mix of suggestiveness and safe jokiness, she leaned a little closer to his ear and finished the thought for him, sharper and harder edged than he expected; "I'll bet you'd love it if I went out there and flirted with some hunk; maybe let him bring me back to his room and fuck me?"

It was no mystery where this was coming from; they'd said similar things and more to each other when they had woken and had sex in the dark watches of the night, minds raw and unguarded. But to hear it standing in the light, gazing at a living crowd, knowing where they were and the length of the four nights that stretched out in front of them — that gave him a physical jolt; like seeing your most desperate secret written in the headlines of a newspaper.
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She went straight to the back bedroom of their suite while he walked through, waking up the space — opening patio doors and shades, turning on lights. By the time he joined her in the bedroom, both bags were on the bed and she was starting to unpack. "There's a cozy patio, overlooking the pool area" he said.

She just smiled at him and turn back to her bag, which she sorted through, inspecting each object and consigning it to its fate for the coming days: a nightgown went into her bedside dresser; a fistful of underwear were thrown in the back of the closet; her red leather heels were dropped on the floor next to the bed; a pair of shorts went into the dresser; a sarong and a clingy, black cocktail dress were draped across a chair. She paused briefly after taking out her jewelry bag, opening it and pondering a moment. First she pulled out a satin ****** and bright, slinky anklet and placed them on the bed stand; then she removed her wedding ring and slipped it into a small pocket. Giving him a sharp look in the eye, she zipped the bag and put it back in her suitcase. Finished, she quickly stripped, grabbed a razor and walked toward the bathroom, saying over her shoulder, "come help me".

He paused a moment, still doing the math in his head. The sound of the shower starting brought him out of his reverie; he slipped out of his own shorts and followed her.

She stood under the heavy downpour of the plate-sized showerhead, lathering herself. As he stepped into the large, stone-flagged stall she turned, placed one foot on the knee-high shower seat, handed him the razor and bar of soap, and said 'shave me'.

He kneeled on the wet tiles and nervously took stock – the soft lips and hood stood out full, the surrounding mound covered in a day's stubble and topped by a finger-long landing strip. "Shave it all," she said, "clean." He lathered the soap in his hands and spread it over her, then rubbed his slick thumb up and down the long underside of her clit. She closed her eyes and leaned her shoulders and head back against the wall. Working quickly and precisely, he drew the razor across her skin in long, smooth strokes, sweeping it smooth like a pale flower cored by a bright pink bud. When he finished he set the razor on the tiles and moved to stand, but she stopped him, placing one hand on his shoulder and the other on the back of his head, guiding his mouth onto her pussy. "Now" she whispered, "I need you to eat me till I come".

He shut his eyes, gave her a few long licks, opening her already slick lips, and then latched his mouth on her clit, sucking its shaft into his mouth with a firm pressure he knew she loved. He'd settled into a rhythm, milking her toward her climax, and began slowly working his finders in side her. When he shifted slightly, bracing his head with pressure against her belly, he heard her mutter through heavy breath, 'I kind of have to go...'

He paused a moment, considering, looked up and briefly locked eyes, and then bent his head back down. 'Go' he said, and then opened his mouth wide, pressing his lips around all of her mound, his tongue reaching down along her slit. She leaned her shoulders back against the shower wall, closing her eyes to concentrate and held his head firmly in both hands; after long moment she finally took control of her clenched body, relaxed and let loose a strong stream.
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After a late breakfast the next morning he dressed to run and carefully inspected the local map left on the room's desktop. She slid into a swimsuit and sarong, filling a small bag with books and lotion. "I'll be gone about an hour" he said, "maybe more if the trail is good". She nodded and patted his arm, slipping her feet into a pair of platform flip-flops. "I'll be the pool when you get back", she answered and gave him a quick kiss.

He returned 5 miles later, sweaty and looking for a *****. Taking a turn through the pool area, he found the jar of iced lemon water. When he looked up after his second cup he saw her on the far side of the pool, laying out in the sun and talking to a man who sat on the edge of the next seat.

The man was on the windward side of middle age, fit, tanned like someone with many days in the sun behind him, and, judging by the decidedly non-bag-like swim trunks, foreign. The man's posture — leading, arching, almost reaching — revealed an obvious desire. Yet it somehow retained an element of charm. 'Definitely foreign' he thought to himself.

He watched them for a long minute, reading her body language — a laugh; a raised knee; a steady give and take of conversation. Suddenly aware that he was acting like — perhaps being — a creepy voyeur, he turned, took a last look, and left for their room.
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She returned a half hour later, flushed and chatty, finding him lying on the bed reading. "How was your run?" she asked.

He gave her a once over, reading the nerves in her posture and voice. "Fine. Hot. What about the pool? It looked nice. But busy."

"You checked on me, didn't you?" she guessed. Perhaps he wasn't the only one good at reading nervous gestures and tight voices. "Maybe..." he smiled.

"Well", she said, "what did you think?"

He shrugged; "the important question is what you thought. Tell me about him."

"He's a coach for a water polo team that is in the country for a tournament. The kids are at some rat-bag hotel downtown and he's treating himself to somewhere nice."

"And, maybe meeting a sexy, interesting woman by the pool?" he asked.

"Maybe." she answered. She paused and looked at the rise in the sheet covering his lap. "I think maybe you are hoping the answer is yes...". She pulled back the sheet, revealing his almost painfully swollen and wet cock. "Good god; it looks like you've been ready to burst for an hour!"

He glanced away and shifted his hands to partially cover himself, not sure what to say. There was no denying it — he had been semi-consciously holding and rubbing himself while he waited for her, mind filled with sketched thoughts of where her imagined flirtation might lead.

She kicked off her shoes and kneeled on the bed next to his legs. "This is making you crazy horny, isn't it?" His brief look in her eyes was answer enough. "What do you think of this?" she asked, fishing her phone out of her purse. She quickly unlocked the screen and held it to his face, so he could see the man's name and a phone number, complete with the peculiar prefix and stupid foreign number of digits.

"Oh my god!" he burst out, "you asked for his number?" He was suddenly all attention.

"No. But he joked and insisted until I let him put it into my contacts anyway. I have no idea what I'm supposed to do with it."

"Uhh...Do you like him?"

"Yes."

"Then, obviously, you should call and ask him out for a ***** by the pool tonight."

"I don't know. That feels like something that could get out of control pretty easily". She turned her head away and looked out the window with a thoughtful expression. But her hand slowly crept up his leg until her fingertips brushed his cock, now so hard his pulse was moving it in a little dance that would have made a good joke if they'd both been in a different mood.

She turned back and looked at him briefly, then closed her eyes, bent at the waist and lowered her mouth onto him. He sighed as he felt his cock slide past her lips and over her wet, strong tongue; he gasped as it kept going back to the tight, ridged space in the top of her throat; he moaned uncontrollably when she started to bob her head, taking nearly the full length of his shaft over and over and over. "You ... know..." he mumbled, "you know... you are going to do this to him ... tonight... in his room..." As he talked she opened her throat that last fraction of an inch, letting his head slide even further back on each down stroke, pausing only when his cock swelled impossibly full and exploded, cum suddenly flowing out of him and filling her mouth.
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Well written, nicely done! Please continue.
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PLEASE continue!
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Simply brilliant - excellent start to what's obviously destined to be a superb story. Please, continue!
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Great start!!! My cock is throbbing waiting for more!!
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I'm glad you like it! Thanks so much for the comments. I'll post another chapter or two within the next days...
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5.

"So," she asked, "do I send it or not?", her eyes scanning over the screen of the phone clutched in her hands.

"If you don't, I will!" he burst out.

She looked at him with a smile. "What would you do while I'm meeting him? I don't want you creeping around behind the potted plants, watching us. And don't say you wouldn't because you know its exactly the sort of thing you would love." She glanced down at his body and saw his cock, which just minutes ago had shuddered and emptied itself into her, already swelling, slowly uncurling across his leg and rising toward his stomach.

He lolled onto his back and gazed up and the ceiling. "I don't know; what would you want me to do?"

She thought for a moment and then her eyes flared with a sudden thought. "I have a deal for you, my little pervert. I will press send, but only if you swear you will stay in this room until I return." He turned to answer, but she continued before he could speak: "And... you have to stay naked, touching yourself the whole time!"

His cock immediately swelled to full size, hard and bright pink and with coursing with *****. His hand slowly crept across his hip and belly until the fingertips touched his shaft. Her eyes flashed again with pleasure at the effect her words had. "And", she pressed on, "you have to swear you won't make yourself cum no matter what. No matter how long I'm gone...no matter how hot you get imagining what I'm doing..."

He closed his eyes, suddenly drawing a deep breath. He lifted his fingers from his pulsing cock, leaving it to twitch and slowly leak the smallest drop of clear, sticky fluid.

"That's what I'm talking about" she said with relish after watching him follow her words. "And who can say when I'll let you. Maybe we should leave you like this all night?" His breathing deepened further and his hands clenched. She watched in fascination at the power this idea had over him. "That settles it. I'll play your naughty game as long as you can control yourself and not a second longer. Do you think you can resist?"

"Yes" he whispered, raising his hands and intertwining his fingers behind his head.

She watched for a long minute while his breathing slowed and cock stopped jumping with each heartbeat. "No. Not like that." She said. His eyes fluttered open. "Touch it." A hand slid back down his chest and flank and he drew the thick pad of the base of his thumb up the underside of his shaft, drawing his cock back to full attention. "That's it. That is how I want you" She said. "All night. And who knows how much longer?" He looked at her intensely, his eyes locked on hers in a kind of surprised, adoring ecstasy.

She smiled and looked back down at her phone. "There now. Let's see about this message. I think it will do." She reached out a hand and held the screen above his face: Hi! This is Jane from the pool today. Would you like to meet me at the outdoor bar for a *****? I can be there in about a half hour. Hope to see you soon-

The screen still held above his face, she pressed the Send button. Her phone gave a satisfying 'bloop!' and she exhaled deeply, just then realizing she had been holding her breath. "Oh my god" he mumbled, his cock once more reaching its peak and leaking.

"Tsk!" she said, "This won't get far if you can't keep yourself in check!" He once more slowed his breathing and raised his hand, retreating from the precipice again.

They sat quietly for long minutes, listening to the hum of the ceiling fan and the distant chatter of voices rising from the pool area and through their open balcony door, signaling the gentle waking of the resort from the late afternoon siesta. Just then her phone gave a second emphatic 'bloop!'; both he and she tensed, each looked at the other, and she glanced down to read the reply. "Well, we're on..."
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He's not the only one that's hard with the anticipation of what's to come (cum!)
You write an excellent story, releasing just enough titillating detail to continue holding the reader's interest, well done!
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Left hanging with a tingling clit. More. Soon. Please.
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Very erotic story...well written and just the right tone.. Looking forward to reading more.
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donna4blackuse:
Left hanging with a tingling clit. More. Soon. Please.

Very well put, Donna! I know a cure for that.
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Awesome. Keep it up. Well written.
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6.

"God, what am I supposed to wear to something like this?"; she seemed suddenly flustered after the incoming text message broke their reverie. "Like, something casual? Or do I dress up? It's not like I have a lot of practice at this sort of thing!" She got up off the bed and started pacing between the closet and the suitcase in the corner, nervously picking up articles of clothing only to put them back down immediately.

He scooted to the edge of the bed and stood up, saying "Sit down; take a breath; let me help you." She turned to him, her body relaxing from its wound up state, and then burst into laughter - "I appreciate your calm leadership right now, but it is hard to take you seriously when you are standing in the middle of the room with a giant hard on!"

He smiled and walked over to the counter of their room's kitchen, took a tumbler from the cabinet, reached into the mini-fridge for an already opened bottle of champaign and poured her a full glass. "Be that as it may, you down this and breath into a paper bag while I get a shower running. We'll figure out what to put on you once you are clean". She sat on a chair and held her hand out for the glass. "Bring the bottle!" was all she could muster.

A few minutes later he called to her from the bathroom; 'the shower's warm; come on in and I'll wash you". She entered with a slight stumble, still holding her empty glass. "Wash me, will you? O.k., in we go".

They stepped together into the shower and she turned, placing her hands high on the wall, letting the warm water course down her back. He took a soapy wash cloth and scrubbed her back and shoulders, working the muscles with his grip. When his hands reached her lower back she lifted one leg onto the shower's bench; taking her worldless cue, he re-soaped the cloth and washed her ass, scrubbing her cheeks and drawing the cloth up her crack. Then, he let go the cloth and ran his soapy fingers over soft, slick skin, finally dropping to his knees and leaning forward, pressing his open mouth against her pink circle. She arched and spread even more, helping him work his tongue in firm, tight circles around the opening, then slide its tip inside her. Her breathing deepened, then quickened and she reached down to touch herself while he did his work.

For several minutes her body built toward a climax, but then she let her held breath out in an explosive burst, saying "****! I can't come! My bladder is so full!" He said nothing but drew his head back, leaning back on his heels. She turned and looked down at him, taking in his face and glancing down to see his turgid cock, nearly bursting. "Lie down; you are going to take it all this time!" she said, with a hard edge to her voice but a spark of playfulness in her eye. He let himself down onto his back and she quickly kneeled over his face, lowering herself until her lips were a hair's breadth above his mouth. "Open!" she ordered, "and don't spill!". He closed his eyes and opened his mouth wide, reaching his head slightly forward, seeking contact, lip to lip. Almost instantly she let loose a tremendous flow; in response he swallowed, again and again, just keeping up. Finally, a minute or more later, the surge slowed to a trickle, then a drop, then nothing. She stood and said, "Good job; now you can shave me"
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Cuck who loves a creampie.
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I simply LOVE this.
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Superb writing! I love this story (and donna4blackuse's inviting looking pussy!)
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love this story please go on
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Thanks for the support. Next chapter soon enough! I just need to find some time to finish it off. Perhaps tomorrow.
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He sat in half light on the chair nearest the balcony door, a hum of the ceiling fan almost drowning out the murmur of guests down by the poolside bar. In the end, she had worn a loose, short summer dress, an incongruous but eye catching pair of red leather heels, a ribbon ****** and smattering of jewelry, and nothing else. He could still picture her walking toward the door, breasts swaying free, subtly and suggestively stretching the soft fabric of her shift.

Long minutes stretched out before him, surrounded by temptations that couldn't be fed. His skin crawled with the urge to step out onto the balcony and peer from its shadows down into the forest of potted palms around the bar where she had arranged to meet. And as he sat, naked beneath the breeze of the fan, he slowly grazed and caressed his turgid cock, the shaft rigid and spongy head full. But his promises to her held an erotic charge as well as frustration, and he found himself enjoying the denial, wallowing in his imagination and anticipating the charge that would come with her return.

Minutes ran into hours, and he passed the time in almost meditative quiet, now lying on top of the bed spread, staring at the ceiling as he tried to picture them leaning in over ******, conspiratorially flirting, then pacing the space of the room just inside the balcony door, then sitting in the darkest far corner, gently stroking his cock to the very edge of orgasm before standing to move about the room again.

Eventually his curiosity mastered him, and he crawled out onto the balcony, well below railing height, and peeked through the iron work down toward the poolside below. He had no notion of the time, but the bar had thinned to a quiet end-of-evening crowd, a few scattered couples talking at tables and a lone man standing at the rail. At this distance he could not be sure, but he could see no one that looked like his wife. Surely she had left by now - it must have been two hours or more since she left. And if she was not there, and not here with him, it could only mean that they had left together. A peculiar feeling of vertigo washed over him as he felt the visceral reality of what that implied.

He had returned to the bed and lay quietly in the dark when the door finally opened and she walked in, barefoot and carrying her heels. 'Hi' she whispered, and then padded softly across the wooden floor to the bed side. He rose quickly and knelt at the edge of the bed, meeting her face to face as she reached him. In the dim light only her shining eyes stood out from her shadowed features.

'Well' she whispered, 'I went back to his room'. In the empty pause that followed he placed his hands on her hips and leaned forward, kissing her lips, at first softly, then both pressing, opening their mouths, sharing their breath, touching their tongues. He tasted her familiar breath and felt the familiar contours of her front teeth on the tip of his tongue, but mixed with a powerful smell and taste of sex, and his lips tingled strangely where the they had touched the slick wetness of hers. He pulled back briefly and looked again into her eyes, then raised one hand and gently touched the corner of her mouth with his finger, running it along the outer edge of her lower lip. Neither spoke. Suddenly she crushed herself to him, pressing her open mouth to his, and the two of them fell into bed, struggling to free her from her dress.
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This is just extraordinary, so fucking good. Beautifully written, highly erotic, teasing, almost 'edging' you but in written form, and I know Donna's pussy will be very wet from reading this. That makes it all worthwhile alone! Please don't stop, this has so much potential.
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Yes, this is so good !!!
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Thanks everyone; next chapter will go up some time tomorrow!
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Really great. I can't wait until tomorrow!
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8.
"Tell me how you did it" he whispered, lying with his legs tangled in hers, hands slowly tracing the outlines of her hips, mouth brushing her neck.

"I was nervous when he asked me if I wanted to walk along the beach. I wasn't sure what to say but it felt right when I stood and took his hand. He led me down to the water and we walked for a while side by side. A minute later he stopped and turned to me, and we kissed."

One of her hands drifted to his cock as she talked, and he moaned ************* when her fingers traced the outline of its swollen head. "Mmm," her voice slipping into a whisper, "you must be so sore after keeping yourself sore all that time." He breathed deeply with his eyes shut; 'Go on' was his only answer.

"After a while I told him I wanted to go back to his room. He looked surprised but happy, and led me to the far end of the resort where he is staying in a beach front suite. We went in through the open back door and sat on the couch. He started making small talk, but I was my head was swimming and I couldn't think what to answer. So I just kneeled on the floor in front of him and undid his belt. He spread his knees and pulled out his cock. It is kind of incredible...almost as big around as my wrist. And long. I wasn't sure how to suck him, so I started licking the underside of his shaft. He leaned his head back and relaxed, so I knew I was doing something right. After a bit he put his hand on the back of my head and asked me to put the head in my mouth. I got my lips all the way around it and slid my tongue as far down his shaft as I could go."

He was panting now, lightly biting the side of her neck, arching his back to run his cock along her thigh. "Don't cum yet" she whispered. He paused and gave a small shudder, but nodded his head in assent. "go on..." he whispered again.

"Once I had his cock in my mouth he sat up and held my head firmly, grinding his hips in time with me bobbing my head. He told me to touch myself, so I reached one hand down to my pussy and used the other to stroke his shaft. I could tell he was getting off on telling me what to do. Bit by bit his hold on my head tightened. I relaxed my jaw, letting his cock head slip as far into the back of my mouth as it would go. He took over the pace then, both hands on my head, fucking my mouth in shallow, fast strokes. He came fast, filling my mouth."

"Did you swallow him" he broke in.

"As much as I could. It went on a long time. And was messy." She felt his body stiffen against her and turned her attention to her husband. "you like that don't you. You like to picture him cuming in my mouth." She bent her head down and lightly placed her lips on his. He answered with a delicate kiss, slipping his tongue out to graze her front teeth. "Now, what are we going to do with you?"

He rolled onto his back and pulled her astride him, her pussy hovering over his hard shaft. She took it in one hand and placed the head by her opening, but then paused. "I told you that this game goes on until you cum. Are you ready to finish it now?"

He froze and locked his eyes to hers, both pondering what she really meant.
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OMG. Unreal good. Thank you.
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now that story real makes you use your imagination. wonderful
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