solo holiday
Solo Holiday
Last year I went to Grand Canaria on a whim for a week's break. I
work freelance and find it difficult to book holidays that far in
advance. I had ten days between contracts and decided I needed a
break. None of my friends were free, so I packed some good books and
jetted off for seven quiet days of surfing, reading and relaxing. For
the first few days, everything was bliss. I took breakfast at a
beach cafe and spend the days on the beach, sunning, reading and
fantasising idly about some of the bikinied babes around me. Little
did I know how much better it was going to get. On the morning of the
forth day, after my breakfast, I had taken up my usual spot towards
the far end of the gently curving beach. It was quieter, with fewer
kids. I had been in for a quick swim and was lying on my front
reading, when a couple arrived and settled themselves a few yards in
front of me. I caught the eye of the woman and smiled hello. She
smiled back and then pulled her thin sundress over her head to reveal
a toned body clad in a fine stringed bronze bikini. She was just my
type. I am 35 and have always preferred older women. She was in her
mid-forties with great legs, a flat stomach, a curvy bum and small
high breasts. She was deeply tan with greying blonde hair. Her
husband was paler and although slightly out of shape, still good
looking. They unpacked towels, books, snacks and oil. I couldn't help
but sneak looks as she moved. She had grace and good hands with long
fingers and painted nails. She kept catching me looking at her, as I
put together enough detail for a hot daydream. I lowered my head and
closed my eyes, smiling as I imagined touching, tasting and fucking
her. I felt myself harden against the sand as I imagined this. Ten
minutes later I looked up. She was lying on her front with her feet
towards me. Her husband was spreading oil over her lower back and as
his slick hands moved higher, she reached back and untied the thin
straps holding her bikini top. He now ran his hands from the nape
of her neck to the base of her spine, the movement becoming more of a
massage than just spreading oil. Her hips started to move with the
movement of the sensual hands on her back. I couldn't stop watching,
even when he noticed, as he made lower and lower circles on the base
of her spine, eventually moving gently over her buttocks. With a
slight sigh, she came up onto her elbows and turned over. As she
turned, her bikini top stayed on her towel. She caught my eye as she
lowered her head back down and smiled to herself. I felt my cock
digging into the sand as her breasts became visible. Lying down, her
small tits almost flattened against her ribcage, but her nipples were
perfect. Twin brown thumbs jutting up hard and erect. Her husband
spread more oil onto his hands and looked over to me as he started
rubbing her shoulders, making the same soft circular motion that he
had on her back. Her hands pulled his down to her waiting nipples. He
circled, teased and pinched them fully erect as she moaned and
slightly parted her legs. I almost came into the sand as I saw the
dark stain that her hot juice had made on her tiny bikini bottom. It
was so tight that I could see how open she was with both engorged
pussy lips clearly defined against the soaking fabric.
He looked straight at me and smiled as he moved his gliding
hand down and stroked her waiting mound through the thin
material. He started rubbing slowly on her straining clit
as I pushed my hand under me and held my stone hand prick.
I looked around to make sure that no-one was noticing what
was going on. She started moaning softly and pulled her
legs up and her husband pulled the bikini to one side and
slowly pushed two fingers deeper and deeper into her dripping
pussy. I was going crazy and had to sit up with my towel over
my crotch so I could start wanking my hard hard cock. I watched
his wet fingers slide in and out of her beautiful big lipped
cunt. Her hips were starting to buck as he looked over to
me and smiled. I needed no further encouragement and shuffled over on
my knees and immediately started running my fingers over
her inch long nipples. She looked up, smiled and guided
my trembling hand down to her crotch. Her husband moved
up and started kissing her neck whilst watching my busy
fingers rub her hard little clit and finger her hot wet hole.
With my fingers knuckle deep in her spasaming hole and her
husband's fingers strumming her clit, she came silently,
shuddering against our moving hands. My hand as soaked
with her come and I raised my slick fingers to my mouth to
taste her juice. Her hand shot under my towel and her long.
elegant fingers circled my cock. Running her nails from
my asshole to my glans and then pumping hard on my throbbing
shaft, it only too a few minutes for me to fill her palm with
strings of hot come. She smiled and licked her hand clean.
After we had calmed down, they got up to leave. She kissed
me slowly and softly and they both left holding hands along
the beach. I never saw them again and I never even knew their
names, but the memory is still enough to make me come hard
all over my chest. if you are here - please get in touch!
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