She lay on her sunlounger, brown body contained within the black and white bikini stretched taut over her soft skin. It was a kind of fifties style bikini that complemented her voluptuous figure perfectly, evoking those old films were women were women and breasts were abundant and appreciated. And when she lay face downwards to tan her back, there were several men whose eyes strayed over the delicious curve running from the small of her back over the generous roundness of her buttocks, none of them failing to notice the fact that her legs were ever so slightly parted.
The thought of what was contained within that black strip of bikini between her thighs was causing quite a stir in certain quarters, not least in the red shorts worn by the lifeguard. His duty was to watch the bathers, ensure their safety at all times. However, he seemed to be experiencing some major lapses in attention to his duty, as his mind wondered all over the place, over her back, her breasts, her lips, and most vividly, between her legs.
She was on holiday on her own. She had been there with her boyfriend, who had fucked off three days previously after an argument. Good riddance, she was having a much nicer time without him; reading, sleeping, eating delicious seafood, sunbathing on her own. But still, for some reason, since his departure, she had been feeling incredibly horny. Being surrounded by toned, dark haired Mediterranean sorts kind of helped her along with this feeling and she’d indulged herself in gratuitous eye contact with quite a few, the waiter and that sexy lifeguard included. However, they were just boys. What she wanted was an older man. Someone who could fill her and fulfil her in the way she knew she liked it. Like the man lying opposite her, on the other side of the pool.
She had noticed him the first day she arrived at the hotel. He seemed to be there alone as well. At dinnertime, she sat two tables down from him, with her back to him as she didn’t trust herself to remain composed if he looked at her. But there had been glances exchanged. He was probably in his forties, definitely Italian, with dark wavy hair and a hint of grey coming at the front. His eyes were intensely brown and, well, just incredibly sexy.
And there he was, opposite her on his own. He had his shades on and was reading a book. At least, that was the outward appearance. In reality he was focusing on that beautiful curvy arse that was being displayed to him across the pool. He couldn’t help himself. She turned over slowly. The view from the front was just as good.
Propping herself up and pulling her knees towards her, she took up her book, found her page and started reading. But she couldn’t concentrate, she knew he was there, over the other side of the pool. She allowed herself a glance. He was reading. She started reading again, still couldn’t concentrate, then allowed herself a second glance. She was wearing sunglasses after all, he couldn’t see her eyes, could he? She couldn’t tell. He looked like he was reading, like his eyes were down. However, she had a sneaky suspicion that his attention was not fully on his book.
Testing the theory, she allowed her hand to rest on her stomach. God, she felt so horny today, she couldn’t understand why. She could feel herself getting wet inside her bikini knickers. She let her long fingers move, very very slowly, downwards, over the stretched fabric of her bikini, towards the edge of the material, towards the warm skin of her thigh. Her eyes were fixed on him, was he going to react? Was that an imperceptible movement, a slight straightening of his back, as if he need to sit up a bit more to enjoy the view? She wasn’t sure.
Her index finger was now poised on the edge of the bikini. She let her legs fall open ever so slightly. Yes, that was definitely a twitch, she saw that, he can’t fail to be watching her. She knew now that she had him hooked. She was surrounded by people but she didn’t care, it was only her and him. Her finger found its way down the edge of her bikini, round the smooth bend towards the inside of her thighs. She felt a mounting ache in her clit.
She let her hand rest just above her clit for a minute or so while she felt the sun on her body and the juices building up in her pussy. Then she got up, put on her gown and walked into the hotel bar. She sat down and ordered an orange juice. It arrived, and just as the waiter served it, the man walked in and sat down next to her. She looked him in the eye. There was no need to say anything. She abandoned her orange juice and walked towards the lift. He followed her.
As soon as she closed the door to her hotel room, he tore off her gown. She could see his hard cock through his shorts as he did so. His hands reached around her, pulled her towards him forcefully and pushed his cock against her. He took her big round ass in his hands and lifted her up around him, her legs open and wrapped around his taut body. He carried her to the edge of the bed, put her down and kneeled in front of her on the floor to kiss her stomach. He could smell how turned on she was. She arched her back as he pressed his face into her belly and moaned as he let his tongue stray downwards to her thighs, kissing and licking her soft salty flesh as he went.
God she was feeling wild, like an animal, thrashing her top half around, impatient for him to rip off her knickers and sink his tongue into the juicy wet lips of her cunt. But he teased her and teased her until he finally allowed his fingers to slide under the material, letting out a groan as he felt how wet she was. She murmured as his fingers glided up and down between her swollen lips, god it felt so fucking good, she wanted to press her cunt into those fingers. He could feel how horny she was, how much she wanted his cock.
He let his finger sink downwards into her tight, creamy pussy, feeling how she arched herself towards him, as if she was begging him to fill her. He put his hot mouth to her clit and she gasped. He licked her slowly, drinking up the juices that drenched her pussy and at the same time fucked her slowly and deeply with his fingers.
He pulled down his shorts, freeing his hard cock. It was a fine specimen, promisingly thick around the base with a beautiful smooth dark pink tip. He slipped on a condom and looked at the woman on the bed before him with her legs wide open to him, exposing the beautiful pink glistening pussy that he was about to fuck.
He pushed the tip of his cock up against her, feeling the resistance of her warmth and wetness. Then he allowed himself to slowly sink down into her. She was so horny and tight around him. He had expertly brought her close to orgasm with his tongue and his cock inside her felt outrageously hard. The naughtiness of the situation, the total dirtiness of the fact that a complete stranger was fucking her in her hotel room made the muscles inside her cunt pulse electrifyingly. She moaned loudly as she felt herself tightening around his hard cock, more and more with every deep thrust. Spreading her legs wide and pushing her clit into him, a delicious orgasm crept up and rocked through her entire body. Feeling her come around his cock, he couldn’t contain himself any longer and began fucking her hard and fast until he could feel himself losing control, coming hard inside her.
That evening at dinner, she sat on the other side of the table, no longer worried about facing the man, sometimes even allowing a sly smile to escape if she caught his eye.
