A secret holiday liaison

It was not a holiday for meeting men, it was for hanging out with girlfriends and enjoying each other’s company

However, you know how easily I can be led astray!

I hopped off my lounger and the others shook their heads when I suggested a swim.  But I was too hot and could not resist diving in.  I love the feeling of the cool water enveloping me

I held the edge of the pool and pushed myself out again.  I felt his eyes on my bikini clad body as the water droplets clung to me.  But I was not certain, maybe his dark sunglasses were misleading me, and he was just looking at something else

I dove in again and then walked out at the steps.  His head turned and I knew his gaze was definitely upon me.  A little thrill of excitement passed through me as I enjoyed the attention.  My teeth bit at my lower lip and I received a smirk from him in return

I tried to hide my smile and I turned to go to the shower.  My movements were deliberately provocative as I washed the pool water from my hair and body, my hands lingering as they caressed my curves

And so, began the next few days of delicious, yet agonising, teasing and flirtation – a private secret between just the two of us

We would deliberately choose sun loungers facing each other so we could share stolen glances.  He was rather gorgeous to look at – tanned firm body and the rather tight trunks that French men tend to favour.  Occasionally he would change his position, with a surreptitious adjustment of his trunks to give me a tantalising sight of what lay beneath

I have never thought so carefully about how to apply my suntan cream.  Turning away from him to bend over and fetch it from my bag.  Ensuring he had the best view as I rubbed the lotion into my sun kissed body.  Adjusting the little triangles of my bikini top as I applied the cream, giving him a fleeting flash of my full breasts concealed underneath

I went swimming again and he followed into the pool a few minutes later.  We still did not utter a word to one another, but the subtle looks between us told the other everything they needed to know.  His hands would brush my flesh as we swam past one another

As the days passed, our touches became bolder.  My hands ran over the bulge in his trunks as he passed me in the water.  We would both pause at the same end of the pool after swimming lengths, his fingers slipping between my legs and inside my bikini bottoms.  I stifled my moans as he pushed them inside me

I spent every day in a state of heightened arousal; wanton and needy for him.  Yet it remained our secret, hidden from everyone else around us.  I loved the exhilaration of it.  I hated the frustration of it.  Every night I would fall asleep with my hand between my legs and my head full of naughty thoughts of him

After another day of clandestine flirtation, I saw him leave the pool area and discreetly beckon for me to follow him.  I told the others I need to pop back to the house to refill my water bottle.  I pulled a little cover up on over my bikini and left a moment or two later

I walked away from the pool area and saw him waiting by the apartments opposite.  He smiled and I followed.  We did not chat – a mixture of our lack of linguistic abilities in the other’s language, but also both knowing this was not about conversation

His hand closed around mine and he led me into the apartment.  The door closed and our mouths were upon each other.  We both knew one of the other guys could come back any moment, but we did not pause to find the privacy of his room

He pulled at the string of my bikini top, tugging it undone.  I moaned at the wonderful feeling of my breasts being exposed to him, my nipples already tight and hard.  He sighed at the sight and closed his mouth around them, sucking at my warm flesh

My hands moved over him, enjoying his toned body beneath my touch

His hands moved lower, dispensing with the bows on either side of my bikini bottoms.  He leant me back against the arm of the sofa and pushed my legs wider apart

I whimpered with need.  His fingers prised my pussy lips open and his thumb found my throbbing clit.  I nodded, I moaned, “Please” tumbled from my lips

A week’s worth of pent up sexual tension crackled between us

His fingers pushed inside me as his thumb incessantly circled my clit.  I was so wet, so ready, so needy for him.  His fingers thrust in and out

I cried out, my hand gripped his shoulders and I felt myself clench around his fingers as a delicious orgasm rolled over me

But he didn’t stop.  His thumb pushed harder against my nub and I ground against it, bucking my hips in time with his thrusting fingers.  He sucked at my nipples, his teeth closing around them

I tried not to scream as the pleasure overwhelmed me again, the intensity taking my breathe away

He held me and stroked me as I trembled slightly while I recovered

I opened my eyes.  I could see the longing and need in his.  I could see how desperately his cock wanted my attention

Both of us knew we could only disappear from the pool for so long

I moved away from the sofa arm, letting him take my place.  He dispensed with his trunks and his thick cock bounced tantalisingly in front of me.  I dropped to my knees and brought my tongue to the tip of it.  I licked him indulgently, enjoying the taste of him

He groaned with need.  I opened my mouth wider.  My lips tight around him, coating his cock in my saliva as I slid lower

His hips started to move, pushing himself deeper into my mouth.  My hands gripped his buttocks as I started to work up and down the length of him

My mouth stayed wrapped around him as we started to move together.  His fingers laced through my hair, pulling me deeper

I luxuriated in the sounds of his pleasure.  I knew he was close

I moaned around his cock and I heard his cries as he came undone, spilling himself into my mouth and down over my breasts

His heavy breathing filled the room.  He looked at me tenderly and helped me up

He found some tissues and wiped me clean.  He gently dressed me again in my bikini.  He kissed me softly but longingly

I left and went back to join the others at the pool.  I saw him return to his lounger a few minutes later I continued chatting and giggling with my friends as if nothing untoward had happened, while secretly reliving those decadent moments and savouring the delicious taste of him still on my lips

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