The Sweet Vacation

Maria’s Vacation become Sweet

Hello!! Yes, I am Maria. Since the stories that are based on my personal experiences appear to be more popular than fictional stories, my previous story tells something from my real life again. (I would write such stories more often, but (unfortunately) I don’t always have any amorous adventurers worth talking about.) As always, constructive criticism is welcome. Your little flower.

We had planned and booked the vacation months ago. My best friend Sahil and I wanted to relax for a week and let the sunshine on the book. (Sahil’s wish was not with the sun, not mine. With my light skin that makes no sense anyway. Nothing turns brown, at most red.) But as fate plays out … Three days before departure, Sahil broke in rollerblading Leg and ended up in the hospital. I was extremely disappointed and already wanted to cancel the trip completely, which Sahil expressly forbade me. “You are driving and looking for a nice holiday flirt! Otherwise, I will kick your ass as soon as my leg is healthy again!” were her exact words when I visited her in the hospital. Also, my objection that it wouldn’t be fun without them did not accept them. After some back and forth she had convinced me. Still, she couldn’t help but shout after me when I said goodbye, “And let’s get fucked properly again! You need it!” She ignored her roommate’s shocked look at those words. Well, that was Sahil.

Unfortunately, she wasn’t entirely wrong. I had been dry for a long time about this. That doesn’t mean I didn’t have sex. But I had it! But unfortunately always only with myself. (Does that count?) So I decided to take Sahil’s word and to use these two weeks to get something out of me and let it really crack. (Do you still say that today? I am in my mid-twenties and have already lost my connection.) Three days later, I was alone on the plane and was on my way south. The flight was completely uneventful. (Lousy food, crying babies, much too tight. A typical package flight stop.) The only interesting thing was the surprisingly pretty stewardesses.

I didn’t reach my hotel until late in the evening. It didn’t look like much from the outside. It looked like one of the usual bed bunkers, just outside a typical tourist town, in a small bay, right on the beach. But inside it was really nice. A large lobby with lots of marble and wood welcomed me. A little old-fashioned, but very chic. Check-in was quick and I was able to move into my room immediately. It was quite spacious (of course, was actually meant for two) with a large double bed and sea view. There wasn’t much of that to be seen, however, since it was already dark outside. In contrast to the lobby, the decor was rather modern and in good condition. The bathroom shone with a tub and a separate shower. Everything was clean and well-kept. A good start. (I sound like a hotel brochure. Sorry!)

I was hoping to go to the disco on the first evening and maybe not have to spend the first night alone, but nothing came of it. Since the flight was late in the afternoon and then transfer to the hotel took quite a long time (not to mention the constant waiting for luggage at the airport), I only fell into bed. It annoyed me that I was alone. I had been prickly all day. (Sahil was right. I really needed it.) So all I had to do was lending a hand and spoil myself a little. (I’ll save myself the details here. There will be enough sex in this story. I promise!) Two orgasms later I could finally fall asleep.

Orgasm

When I woke up the next morning and pulled back the curtain, the frustration was gone. The sun was shining; I had a direct view of the beach and the azure sea that stretched to the horizon in front of me. Simply fantastic. There is nothing better than a beachfront hotel vacation and a sea view room. The first beach chairs were already covered with bath towels (unfortunately some cliches are true) and I decided to hurry to get a good place. So I quickly jumped under the shower, performed my usual body care and depilation ritual (anyone who has read one of my stories knows that I only like hair on my head and nowhere else on my body), and pulled my brand new, rather tight bikini at.

I looked at myself in the mirror and was satisfied. The dark blue fabric contrasted beautifully with my very light skin and long blond hair. (In the meantime, I let it grow longer and dyed it very light blonde. I was a little afraid that I would look like an albino at first, but it fits surprisingly well.) The top lifted my (barely existing) bust a little and let it go they look a little bigger. This made my very dainty figure look a bit more proportionate overall. Just a little make-up to emphasize my eyes and pout (the most beautiful thing in my otherwise unremarkable face) and then it was almost time to start. I wanted to go to the beach right after breakfast, so I packed everything I needed in my beach bag,

The breakfast was outstanding. Lots of fruit, a large selection of bread and rolls, and coffee that really deserves the name. Unfortunately, the restaurant had the charm of a large canteen, but that’s probably the case in most hotels. After I finished, I went straight to the beach. I was lucky. There were still free loungers near the beach volleyball field. Before I made myself comfortable, I wanted to explore the rest of the beach and the hotel grounds. So I secured one of the loungers with my towel 🙂 and then started my exploration tour.

The facility was really nice. There were one large and several small pools. Plants bloomed everywhere. Everything was green and well maintained. I strolled through the rows of loungers on the beach to get an idea of ?? the other hotel guests. The average age was around forty to fifty, but I also discovered a few people my age. But most couples, it looked like. Too bad.

Amazingly many of the female guests had gotten rid of the bikini top and sunbathed topless. And not just the younger semesters. Many older people also showed what they had to offer. There was pretty much everything there. From very small to watermelon size.From steeply towering (not really guaranteed) to extremely sagging. And from small pierced nipples to saucer-sized dark atria. It was really interesting. (I think breasts are great and love looking at them. Maybe because I don’t have that much myself …) I was particularly taken with a woman who was lying near my couch. I estimated her in her mid-thirties. Dark curls framed her pretty face. She was slim but not skinny and had beautiful, natural breasts with relatively small nipples.

She lay on her back and read. She had bent her legs and her bikini bottoms had pulled something into her crotch, which is why her gaps were clearly visible through the thin fabric. A really pretty sight.

After completing my tour, I made myself comfortable on my couch and began to apply the cream. Every so often, I squinted at the pretty brunette. She was no longer alone. A man was with her. Your husband or boyfriend, I guessed. He was significantly older than her. Almost fifty, but still quite attractive.Tanned, tall, and wiry, with a distinctive face. “When he was younger, the girls would have spread their legs wide for him.” I thought to myself. He lay down next to her and they talked. Unfortunately, I couldn’t understand what, or even in which language. She had sat up so I had a great view of her breasts. What would I have given to have such tits? But it’s just the way it is.

That made me think that I could take off my top too. “Why not.” I thought to myself and took it off. I had no problem showing myself like that. At home, I went to the nudist area of ?? the nearby lake in the summer and in the winter I was a regular guest in the sauna. So why should I be shy about showing my breasts here? I put a lot of cream on it, which of course prompted my nipples to be careful. The brunette man watched me blatantly. He should be calm.

Then he said something to his wife and now they both watched me lotion on me. (I admittedly found that somewhat irritating.) When I was done, I grabbed my book and started reading.

I had just finished a few pages when one of the entertainers loudly announced that it was time for beach volleyball. It didn’t take long for the first players to appear on the field. I decided to play around, put my top back on, and joined them. As expected, the level was very mixed. It was all there, from pretty good to … well. But it was fun, and that’s the main thing. Two of the other players caught my attention because they played really well. One was quite large and thin, the other rather small and a bit thick. They played excellently so that my team sank without a sound.

After the game, I urgently needed a little refreshment and jumped into the water. The sea was wonderful. Not too warm and not too cold. I swam a little and then just let myself float on the waves for several minutes. In my mind, I was with Sahil and thanked her for persuading me to drive. Then I went back to my couch, took off my top, made myself comfortable, and started reading. A few minutes later, someone spoke to me. It was the taller of the two guys who had played so well earlier. “Would you like to play another round? A few others challenged us and we could still use some support.” He clearly had trouble looking me in the eye when he said that. “Sure, I’m in,” I answered, but my top back on, and followed him to the field. His friend was waiting there, just like our opponents. A couple of tanned guys who thought they were easy. Well, they didn’t. In short, we destroyed them.

Then we sat down at the beach bar, drank something, and talked. Their names were Andi and Thomas, they came from near Berlin, had been friends since kindergarten days and are now studying at the same university. We talked for almost an hour. So mainly Thomas (the big one) and I talked. Martin was the quiet guy. He occasionally added stories to Thomas, but otherwise held back. In the end, I even let the two of them comfortably take a ride on a “banana boat”, although I had always vowed not to take part in such tourist talk. (Damn group pressure.) Well, what can I say … It was great fun. I hadn’t enjoyed myself for so long. After that we said goodbye and I went back to my couch and my book to finally relax a bit.

The rest of the day was quiet and relaxing. I read, splashed in the sea, got something to eat at the beach bar, read on, and played a game of volleyball again in the late afternoon when the entertainer announced “It’s Volleyball Time!” Thomas and Martin were there again. Unfortunately, we played in different teams again and my team lost again. When the sun was low I decided to go to my room, freshen up and have dinner.

When I was back in my room after dinner, I started getting ready for the nightlife. I showered again. Tied my hair into a braid, put on a string, but decided against a bra. Firstly, it doesn’t hold much for me anyway, and secondly, the dress I was going to wear was skin-tight and the bra would have been clearly visible. I wanted to avoid that. It was enough that the string was easy to see. I didn’t want to go without my underwear either, because the dress was not very long. If it slipped up in the heat of the moment, you shouldn’t see my box right away. I put on my make-up, put on my tight black dress, and looked at myself in the mirror. “Not bad.” Hopefully, I wouldn’t stay alone that long. The only downside without a bra was that you could see my nipples clearly through the thin fabric of the dress. But there was always something. All that was missing was the matching black pumps. (A year ago I couldn’t have taken ten steps with the high, thin heels. But Sahil showed me how to move properly in high heels. She is a good teacher and I am an eager student.)

There was a bus stop right in front of the hotel and I drove to the party mile of the tourist village a few kilometers away. It was very busy there. The rush was huge, especially in front of a club. “If so many want to get in there, he can’t be too bad.” I thought (hoped) and joined the line of people waiting.

Getting in was amazingly easy. Almost all of the women were waved through without hesitation. It looked different with the men. Here the bouncers were properly screened. It was hot, full, and loud inside. (So ?? exactly as it should be in a disco.) The main area consisted of a single large hall, with a long bar on one side, a stage in the front area on which the DJ stood, and a huge dance floor.

I first went to the bar and ordered a cocktail (without paying attention to the horrendous price, ouch) and looked at the other guests, mainly the male ones (even if a few of the girls really looked biting). It didn’t take long and the site approached me in English (or should I say, lured). A very attractive but obviously drunk Englishman wanted to tell me something. Unfortunately, there was absolutely nothing to understand from what he said (and that was not due to the volume). After a few unsuccessful attempts to communicate, he gave up and left. My cocktail was now empty and I made my way to the dance floor.

I didn’t stay alone for long. A tanned, muscular guy with dark hair danced up to me and tried to get my attention. Actually, he was a bit too much of a “Proll” type for me, but I had made up my mind to go out of my way, so I replied to his dancing advances. We danced for a long time without saying a word to each other. (As with the volume.) At some point, the music calmed down, which my dance partner immediately used and came into contact with. We danced closely and his hands wandered. At first, he only stroked my back, but soon he also explored my bottom. I did the same to him and let my hands wander over his muscular arms and upper body. After exploring for a while, I indicated to him that I needed something to drink. He understood and we went hand in hand to the bar.

We ordered something and then retired to a quieter corner. I finally wanted to know the name of my dance partner. But that turned out to be more difficult than expected. He was a Spaniard, I got that much. Unfortunately, he didn’t speak German and his English wasn’t great either (the understatement of the century). But I didn’t really care. I didn’t want to marry him, but at best I wanted to spend a nice night with him. You didn’t need to talk much for that.

After we had “talked” for a while (with hands and feet), I pulled him back onto the dance floor and we danced on tightly. So it went back and forth for a while. Dancing, bar, “talking” and dancing again. I was no longer sober anymore, and neither was my dance partner.

He became braver on the dance floor. His hands kept groping the hem of my dress and soon his hand was on my bare bottom. Fortunately, it was full on the dance floor and many couples danced tightly so that we didn’t stand out. I ran my hands over his bottom and then forward over his hips. I felt his abs and slowly slid deeper. My hand was now between us and was on his crotch. I felt a neat bump but no erection. I would change that soon. He looked into my eyes, our lips approached each other, I opened my mouth slightly and for the first time that evening, we kissed. Our tongues soon found each other and the initially cautious kiss turned into a violent smooch. Our tongues fought wildly, which I lost. He had taken my mouth by storm. And not just that.

His hand, too, had now moved forward and explored my breasts through the thin fabric. I snuggled close to him so that not everyone immediately saw what was going on. His fingers slid over my nipples and I groaned in his mouth. His hand went deeper across my flat stomach and reached my venus mound. I sucked in my breath and closed my eyes. There was a blaze between my legs. I would have loved to have ripped off his clothes on the spot and let him take me away. I had originally planned to take him to the hotel and fuck him there, but I was now so keen that I couldn’t wait. I pulled him off the dance floor and feverishly wondered where we could go. He probably understood what I was going to do because he purposefully headed for a door. I went to the toilets there. Oh dear, sex in a disco. Not exactly romantic, but something new. I definitely had never done that before.

Unfortunately, there was constant coming and going there. That didn’t make things any easier. At some point, however, we could (more or less) scurry unseen into the ladies’ toilet and disappeared into one of the cabins. (At least everything was clean there.) As soon as we were inside, he pulled me close and our tongues started a wild fight again. His hands moved over my body and didn’t stop until they reached the hem of my dress. He just pulled it up and exposed my bottom. I slipped my sleeves and pushed them down. It wasn’t much like a belt that was too big now. His fingers slid over my breasts and played with my hard nipples. He twirled it very slightly, which made a shiver down my spine and made me tremble. Then he went deeper again and his hand disappeared into my string. However, he did not have enough freedom of movement to really spoil me. So I quickly pulled him over my bottom. He slid down my legs and landed on the floor at my feet. I was almost naked now, except for the high heels and the improvised belt.

His hand found its way between my legs. He stroked my venus mound and his middle finger searched my column. I moaned softly as our tongues danced together. He tried to penetrate me, but he couldn’t. To help him, I put a foot on the toilet lid, and finally, he found what he was looking for. He parted my smooth-shaved labia and found the entrance to my pleasure garden. My little inner labia, which are normally not visible (Sahil once said to me that I had a pussy like a card slot of an ATM) nestled against his finger as he slid in and out. I usually don’t like getting penetrated so directly, but I was so wet at the moment that I didn’t mind. He added a second finger and pushed me faster. I was really wet now and could smell my own lust.

Meanwhile, my hands were not idle and found their way back to his pants. I still felt a big bump but no erection. Usually, men have already set up a large tent in such a situation. Not my new lover yet. It was time to change that. I opened his belt and button of his jeans, slowly pulled the zipper down, and put my hand in his pants. A neat package was waiting to be unpacked. I could feel a fairly large tail through the fabric of the shorts. I put my other hand on the back of my neck and pulled his head towards me for another kiss. Then I slowly got down on my knees in front of him.

His surprise package was now exactly on my face. I grabbed his jeans, including shorts, on the right and left of the waistband and pulled them down. The first impression was not wrong. An already limp relatively large tail appeared. A few thick eggs dangled from under him. Unfortunately, he was not shaved. (Please, dear men, at least you should cut it in. No woman likes hair in your mouth!) But what the hell. Now it was time to grit teeth (or better not) and continue. I grabbed the fidgeting piece of meat in front of my face and slowly pulled back the foreskin. A beautiful, plump acorn appeared and the veins under the fair skin appeared more clearly. I looked my lover in the eye and then licked in slow motion, from the root to the glans, along the bottom of his tail. (I saw that in a video and found it highly erotic.) He seemed to like it. I repeated the whole thing a few times. Unfortunately, the reaction of his best piece was zero. It was probably time to launch harder guns. I circled my tongue a few times around the shiny glans before I put it all in my mouth and started to gently suck on it. Slowly (very slowly) it grew bigger in my mouth. I took my hand to help and jerked the shaft to speed things up, but the process was slow. I circled my tongue a few times around the shiny glans before I put it all in my mouth and started to gently suck on it. Slowly (very slowly) it grew bigger in my mouth. I took my hand to help and jerked the shaft to speed things up, but the process was slow. I circled my tongue a few times around the shiny glans before I put it all in my mouth and started to gently suck on it. Slowly (very slowly) it grew bigger in my mouth. I took my hand to help and jerked the shaft to speed things up, but the process was slow.

A difficult case. So there was only one thing left for me. I slowly sucked it deeper into my mouth. I took him in as far as I could. (And that was pretty far.) Then I pulled back until only his acorn was in my mouth. I repeated the whole thing. Again and again. My lips slid faster and faster over the silky skin. My gaze hung on his. That worked. He closed his eyes and began to moan softly. His hands were now on my head and he tried to push deeper into my mouth. I gently kneaded his balls with one hand, while the other got lost between my own legs and spoiled my wet crack. I would have loved to put his balls in my mouth and suck them, but he would have had to be shaved for that. (Themselves to blame. ) My efforts were successful. He was getting hard. Well, not really hard, but hard enough to fuck. (You surely know this condition …) My lover had probably come to the same conclusion because he pulled me up and put his tongue into my mouth again. Then he motioned for me to turn around. I knew what he wanted. And I wanted it too. But not without rubber. I reached into my purse, pulled out a condom, and gave it to him. He took it without contradiction and put it on. I knew what he wanted.

And I wanted it too. But not without rubber. I reached into my purse, pulled out a condom, and gave it to him. He took it without contradiction and put it on. I knew what he wanted. And I wanted it too. But not without rubber. I reached into my purse, pulled out a condom, and gave it to him. He took it without contradiction and put it on.

I turned and stretched my butt toward him. I knew that my column now looked invitingly between my thighs and even circled my hips a few times. He was only too happy to accept this invitation. He came up to me and I felt his cock on my pussy. I no longer had the patience to wait until he found the entrance himself. So I reached back, grabbed his (not quite stiff) pleasure donor, and showed him the way to paradise. Slowly his acorn pushed into my sanctuary. He slid deeper and deeper into me. My pussy made no resistance. On the contrary. My narrow, slippery grotto greeted him longingly. Only his loins on my bottom stopped the advance. Then he started bumping me. His hands were on my bottom and kneaded my cheeks. I support myself on the wall of the cabin with one hand, while the other rubbed my little pearl, which now looked boldly out of hiding. His cock slipped out of me a few times. I immediately grabbed it and pushed it back into me. The hot piece of meat inside of me felt great. Two or three more minutes and I would explode. My dance partner was now increasing the pace. He gripped my torso and began to knead my tits and twirl my nipples. He groaned softly. His pelvis slapped my butt faster and faster. He pushed me more and more violently and his breath was only intermittent. Wouldn’t he? I immediately grabbed it and pushed it back into me. The hot piece of meat inside of me felt great. Two or three more minutes and I would explode. My dance partner was now increasing the pace. He gripped my torso and began to knead my tits and twirl my nipples. He groaned softly. His pelvis slapped my butt faster and faster. He pushed me more and more violently and his breath was only intermittent. Wouldn’t he? I immediately grabbed it and pushed it back into me. The hot piece of meat inside of me felt great. Two or three more minutes and I would explode. My dance partner was now increasing the pace. He gripped my torso and began to knead my tits and twirl my nipples. He groaned softly. His pelvis slapped my butt faster and faster. He pushed me more and more violently and his breath was only intermittent. Wouldn’t he? His pelvis slapped my butt faster and faster. He pushed me more and more violently and his breath was only intermittent. Wouldn’t he? His pelvis slapped my butt faster and faster. He pushed me more and more violently and his breath was only intermittent. Wouldn’t he?

Yes, he did. He came. He pressed close to my buttocks and I thought I felt his hot juice fill the condom. That was a short pleasure. I was admittedly a little disappointed. He hadn’t lasted a minute. Just a little longer and I would have been ready. Damn it! But whatever. Then he would have to finish the matter otherwise. “Maybe with the tongue?” I thought as I turned. But my lover made no move to continue the game. He had a bright red head and couldn’t look me in the eye. He hurriedly pulled up his pants, mumbled something that sounded like “Thank you” and before I could have said anything, he had opened the cabin door and was gone. I was so perplexed that at first, I didn’t realize what was going on. Then it dawned on me. Had he had fun and just disappeared? That could not be true! I stood in high heels and with my dress as a belt in the cabin of disco and could have cried with anger. He was probably running to his friends now, indicating that he had laid one in the toilet again. (In hindsight, I think he was rather embarrassed, that he hosed off so quickly and that’s why he left. But at that moment I didn’t think that far.) I quickly put my dress back on and followed him to fiddle with him, but he was already out of the crowd. Had he had fun and just disappeared? That could not be true! I stood in high heels and with my dress as a belt in the cabin of disco and could have cried with anger. He was probably running to his friends now, indicating that he had laid one in the toilet again. (In hindsight, I think he was rather embarrassed, that he hosed off so quickly and that’s why he left. But at that moment I didn’t think that far.) I quickly put my dress back on and followed him to fiddle with him, but he was already out of the crowd. Had he had fun and just disappeared? That could not be true! I stood in high heels and with my dress as a belt in the cabin of disco and could have cried with anger. He was probably running to his friends now, indicating that he had laid one in the toilet again. (In hindsight, I think he was rather embarrassed, that he hosed off so quickly and that’s why he left. But at that moment I didn’t think that far.) I quickly put my dress back on and followed him to fiddle with him, but he was already out of the crowd. that he had laid one down on the toilet again. (In hindsight, I think he was rather embarrassed, that he hosed off so quickly and that’s why he left. But at that moment I didn’t think that far.) I quickly put my dress back on and followed him to fiddle with him, but he was already out of the crowd. that he had laid one down on the toilet again. (In hindsight, I think he was rather embarrassed, that he hosed off so quickly and that’s why he left. But at that moment I didn’t think that far.) I quickly put my dress back on and followed him to fiddle with him, but he was already out of the crowd.

I was mad. Sour and frustrated. Every hint of lust was gone. I just wanted to go back to the hotel and forget about this evening. Fortunately, a bus was driving in my direction. When I got back to my hotel room and took off my dress, I found that I wasn’t wearing my thong. He was probably still on the floor of the toilet cubicle. That was really the icing on the cake. A perfect end to a perfect evening. I crawled into bed, closed my eyes, and (thankfully) fell asleep quickly.

I woke up pretty early and had the opportunity to watch a really spectacular sunrise from the balcony of my room. That raised my mood considerably. An extensive shower and the good breakfast that I enjoyed afterward did the rest to cheer me up again. (Fortunately, I’m not a person who can be dragged down for a long time.) After breakfast, we went straight to the beach. Thanks to the early hour, I had almost free choice of chairs. I again looked for a place near the beach volleyball field, took off my top, made myself comfortable, and read.

Sex experience

I didn’t stay alone for long. The couches gradually filled up. It was already quite crowded when I saw the couple from the previous day looking around for a place. Besides me, there were still two loungers and the two-headed straight for them when they discovered them. You had to be lucky. Now maybe I could find out what nationality they were. After the two had secured the couches, they undressed. She was wearing a light, short dress and flip- flops and he was just a shirt over his apparently well-filled, tight swimming trunks. When she pushed the straps of the dress off her shoulders, the thin piece of fabric spun to the floor and revealed a turquoise bikini panty, but without the corresponding top. She must have left that in the room.

Nothing held the two bulging balls that had fascinated me so much the previous day, and yet they never hung. A great sight. Luckily I was wearing sunglasses so that my staring wasn’t really noticeable. (It was a mistake, as it turned out.) I was pleasantly surprised when the man asked in German whether they should go swimming first and the woman said yes. The day started well. Maybe there would be a conversation with the two and I could learn a little more about them. (Yes, I admit, I’m terribly curious.) While they were gone, I thought about how I could start a conversation, but it almost happened on its own, because when they came back and they had made themselves comfortable on their couches it was the woman who spoke to me. She had seen what I was reading and asked me if I could recommend the book. I said I could and we already had a topic for discussion. (Books are a great topic to start a conversation.) Then we talked about God and the world. I hadn’t had such a lively conversation in a long time.

In the course of our conversation, I learned that the two were called Moni and Christian, came from the vicinity of Nuremberg, went to this hotel every year, and much more. As it turned out, I had estimated Christian’s age well. He was fifty. With Moni, I was completely wrong. She was forty-two. But she looked like thirty-five at most, which I also told her. She thanked me for this compliment and smiled at me. So cute. So engrossed in conversation, time flew by. I even missed the beach volleyball games that day, and Christian repeatedly had to go swimming alone. When we gave our tongues a break and stretched out on our couches, I looked at her great breasts again. Now, up close I could see two small, faded scars on the base of my chest. “So not really natural.” I thought. I started from my thoughts when Moni spoke to me. “Do you like them?” I turned bright red. “Sorry if I’m so straightforward, but you looked at her so interested earlier this morning,” she added, smiling mischievously at me.

“You look great. Totally natural.” I answered. “They are not. Help was given there.” Moni admitted frankly. “I used to have the same cup size as you used to. My husband even said yesterday that your breasts look exactly like mine used to.” “You look great,” I repeated. “I wish mine were like that.” “That’s rubbish,” Moni replied immediately. “Your breasts are right the way they are. They fit your figure exactly.” I made a face. “They are just as narrow as the rest of me.” “Nonsense. Your figure is great.” Moni contradicted me. “I wish I was so slim. You are welcome to have a few pounds off me.” So it went back and forth for a while. We complemented each other and told each other what we didn’t like about our bodies. It felt like we had been friends for ages. So the day passed. Christian listened to us patiently and pushed himself into the sea again and again when it became too much for him. Even at dinner, he had no rest, because we shared a table and continued our lively conversation. (Poor guy.)

Then I said goodbye to the two and went to my room. Now I had to decide how the evening should go on. Should I try again to find someone nice for the night or not? I chose it and got ready for the nightlife again. The outfit from yesterday was still ready and I put it on again (sheer laziness) after taking a shower and putting on my make-up. “Maybe it’ll bring me luck today.” I thought as I made my way to the bus.

Well, I was out of luck. I’ll spare you the details. Just so much, the evening ended with vomiting my acid pumps (not my own) and being back in my room pretty early and alone. It was really depressing. The days here were really fantastic, but the nights were a bankruptcy. But I didn’t want to crawl back into bed again, so I cleaned my high heels’ puke (yuck), put them back on, and went to the hotel bar to sip another (or two or three) cocktails.

The bar was full, there was live music and many people were dancing. I found a free stool at the counter, sat down, ordered a drink, and watched the dancing couple. I would also have liked to dance, but unfortunately, there wasn’t a single man in sight anywhere to ask me. “Hey, you look chic!” I was suddenly addressed. I turned around and Moni and Christian stood in front of me. “Do you have any plans today or have you made yourself so pretty for us?” Moni asked and winked at me. “I was in the disco earlier,” I explained. “But I didn’t like it. That’s why I’m back here and have a cocktail,” I added, toasting the two of them. “Yes, they make great cocktails here,” answered Christian. ” And you two? Have you danced diligently? “I asked.” No. My dear husband cannot dance. answeredMoni, rolling her eyes. “Would you like to?” she asked, looking expectantly at me. I turned to Christian and asked, “Is this OK for you?” “Of course, as long as I don’t have to dance, everything is fine,” he replied and grinned.

We definitely danced for half an hour and then, visibly heated, returned to Christian, who had waited patiently at the bar and watched us. “Did you miss me?” Moni asked him and kissed him. “Naturally,” he replied, gripping her waist with one arm. “I always miss you when you’re not around me,” he added and the two kissed again. “Hey, better go to your room,” I said and winked at the two of them. “Later,” answered Moni and winked back. “Now I’m hot and I need fresh air.” She hooked me on one side and Christian on the other and pulled us towards the exit. We went past the nicely lit pool and reached the beach. “Let’s go to the water.

“It’s so nice here. Too bad it’s our last evening,” said Moni. “This is your last evening?” I asked sadly. “Yes, unfortunately,” she answered. “But we keep in touch. And that’s not just what it says. I promise!” she comforted me. I was really sad. (Interesting how quickly you can take people to heart.) She pulled me close and hugged me. “So. Enough tribulation is blown! Who comes into the water?” she asked after releasing me. “Now?” asked Christian. “Yes, now. I want to swim,” answered Moni. “Should I get our bathing suit?” asked Christian. “So I don’t need it,” answered Moni. “It’s dark anyway.” That was true. Only the hotel provided some light. Otherwise, it was pitch black. “What do you mean Anja?” Moni asked me. “So I have no problem with that,” I answered. “We neither.” determined Moni, pulled the light dress she was wearing over her head, and threw it, along with her handbag, on one of the couches. I shrugged and followed her example. I was not wearing a bra again, so I was the first to stand naked on the beach after stripping my panties. Moni was naked just a few seconds later. Only Christian made no move to undress.

“Coward!”Moni scoffed and then ran into the sea laughing. I followed her. The water on the bare skin felt heavenly. We laughed and raised Christian, who was still undecided on the bank. After all, we finally had it that far. He undressed and followed us. There was (unfortunately) not much to see. It was too dark for that. We fooled around in the water, teasing each other, splashing each other wet and Christian was slowly loosening up. He also sought physical contact again and again, both with his wife and with me. As if by chance his hand brushed against mine and Moni’s body. It didn’t bother me in the least, and Moni didn’t seem to mind either. When we left the water, we were quite out of breath and, naked as we were, sat on the next best beach chairs. Moni and Christian were sitting next to each other and Christian was holding his wife in his arms. I sat on a lounger opposite them and had the opportunity to look at the things that had been hidden from me in the dim light of the hotel.

Moni was completely shaved as far as I could see. Just like Christian. I thought that was great, of course, but it wasn’t the decisive one. What took my breath away was the enormous penis that dangled between Christian’s legs. I had never seen such a big cock in Live. (And I’ve seen a few by now.) Moni noticed my look and winked at me. Then she turned to her husband and kissed him. It was a long, passionate kiss, and he didn’t seem to leave Christian cold because his already big cock seemed to be getting a bit bigger. “Should I rather leave you alone?” I asked a little unsettled. “No. Sit with us.” Moni replies, moving a bit away from her husband and pointing to the gap between them.

“Maybe this evening will be a success.” I thought, got up, and sat between the two. I felt the warmth of both bodies to my right and left. Moni smiled at me and brushed a strand of hair from my face. “It was a very nice day today.

Thank you.” she said and gave me a kiss on the cheek. “It was great for me too,” I replied and smiled back. We looked into each other’s eyes and I thought I saw slight insecurity in them. I didn’t want her to backtrack, so I leaned over and gave her a quick kiss on the mouth. Then another. She returned the kisses. The third time I opened my lips slightly and left them on hers longer. Now there was no longer any uncertainty. She also opened her mouth and I felt her tongue brush briefly over my lips. I answered with my tongue and did the same. The kiss grew more intense. It felt like a small electric shock when our tongues met for the first time and explored each other. When our kiss ended, she beamed at me. Then she looked at her husband and winked at him.

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I totally forgot about Christian. It was time to get him involved in our game. I turned and smiled at him. Then I gave him a little kiss on the lips. He looked uncertainly at his wife. But Moni just smiled and nodded. She probably had no objection. So I put my hand on the back of his neck and pulled him to kiss me again. Our lips met again and I opened my mouth. His uncertainty seemed to have evaporated. He also opened his lips and our tongues started to dance together. “What about me?” I heard Moni’s voice after a while behind me. I turned and her lips immediately looked for mine. She had embraced me and was stroking my back. Her other hand was on my knee.

Suddenly I felt a third hand on my body. Christian had put his hand on my other knee and started stroking my thigh. I turned around and kissed him. He was now very close to me. Just like Moni. I only had to turn my head and I could feel each other’s lips. I leaned back and Moni and Christian immediately sank into a passionate kiss. I watched them for a moment, then I looked for their mouths and tongues again. Christian’s hand continued to caress my thigh, then slowly walked up over my hip, flat stomach, and finally encircled my chest. My little hills almost disappeared in his big hand. I moaned softly. Moni watched what her husband was doing and nodded encouragingly when he looked at her questioningly. Moni’s hand was also no longer resting on my knee, but stroking my thigh up and down. First only on the top, then her fingers moved to the inside and gently stroked there. My lips and tongue kept changing partners and I moaned in Moni’s and Christian’s mouths.

My hands also wanted to contact the bodies next to me. I turned to Moni and my fingers searched for her perfect tits. They felt soft and tender. Not artificial at all. Her buds were hard and stood out steeply from her body.

They were almost as long as mine, which had also turned into two hard cherry stones. I twirled it lightly between my fingers and made Moni moan slightly. Her hand kept going up and down between my thighs, but always stopped short of the target and turned back. That drove me crazy. It drove me crazy. I opened my legs a little wider, hoping that she would finally touch me where I needed it so badly. But again she stopped short of the target and changed direction. I couldn’t stand it any longer. The next time she got to the top, I put my hand on hers, looked her in the eye, and pushed her up in slow motion. When her fingers finally reached my labia, we sank again in a kiss.

Her hand was now gently stroking my venus mound and her fingers were spreading the moisture, which was making its way out in large quantities, onto my labia. I was incredibly wet. who tried to find their way out in large quantities, on my labia. I was incredibly wet. who tried to find their way out in large quantities, on my labia. I was incredibly wet.

Christian had encircled my torso and his hands were playing with my breasts. He pulled my nipples and I couldn’t help but moan out loud. I leaned against him, closed my eyes, and enjoyed the touch of the many hands-on my skin. I felt his hard cock pushing me against the back. I put a hand behind me to welcome the new teammate. When my fingers closed around him, I was overwhelmed. He was really huge. I could just enclose him like that. I brushed up and down gently and Christian moaned softly in my ear. Moni leaned forward and breathed kisses on my body. Her fingers continued to stroke my thighs and my cleft. I wanted to reciprocate and let go of Christian’s cock so that I could concentrate fully on my new girlfriend. She was almost cross-legged in front of me now. Her legs were open invitingly. I put my hands on her thighs and slowly let them slide up and down. She gasped when I briefly touched her shame. I repeated the whole thing a few times. She leaned back and pushed her pelvis towards me, but I cocked her a little longer (revenge is sweet) before I finally pressed my fingers onto her column. She gasped. I felt her smooth-shaved skin and soft inner lips that seemed to protrude well beyond the outside.

“Lay down,” I said, and she obeyed immediately. She let her legs dangle to the right and left of the couch. Finally, I could really admire her. It was a wonderful sight to see her lying naked in front of me with her legs spread almost obscenely. I was right. Her inner labia stood out clearly. Her pussy looked like a little butterfly that spread its wings. Christian made a little space for me and I knelt between her thighs. Then I leaned over her and breathed butterfly kisses on her beautiful breasts and hard buds. I opened my mouth and let my tongue circle around the hard nipples before closing my lips around them and gently nibbling on them. She groaned loudly. I felt Christian’s hand on my bottom, which I stretched out invitingly in this position. He stroked it and his fingers kept straying to my back door. As if by chance, he brushed it again and again. When I made no move to refuse him, he became more courageous and deliberately ran his fingertip around my asshole. I didn’t mind. On the contrary, I enjoyed the touch there. Then his hand went between my legs and stroked my wet crack before he slowly entered me. He knew what he was doing. No searching and careful groping.

His finger was deliberately pushed into my sanctum. My pussy happily welcomed the intruder. I gasped and buried my teeth a little too hard in Moni’s nipple, which in turn made her gasp. He stroked it and his fingers kept straying to my back door. As if by chance, he brushed it again and again.

I slowly kissed over her stomach to her venus mound. There was no hair to be seen and no stubble to be felt. Just wonderfully soft, smooth skin. She longed for her pelvis towards me. I knew what she wanted, but was a bit unsure because I had never spoiled a woman with my tongue. I had already caressed women and fingered them, but had never really liked them. “Another experience.” I thought, gathering up all my courage and pressing my lips against Moni’s pussy. She groaned, pulled her legs up to her body, and spread her thighs even further. I was probably on the right track. I gently took the little butterfly’s wings between my lips and sucked on them. Her moans grew more intense. Then I released it from my mouth and slowly slid my tongue lengthways through the damp crack in front of my face. I tasted her lust. It was exhilarating. I kissed her venus mound and the bulging labia before I pressed my mouth firmly onto her lap and penetrated her as deeply as I could with my tongue. Moni groaned again and buried her hands in my hair. The sweet taste of her nectar-filled my mouth. Like a drowning man, I eagerly licked up every drop. I started licking her more and more wildly.

Meanwhile, my hands caressed the wide-open thighs. It was almost there. Only a little push was missing and she would fall over the cliff.

Like a drowning man, I eagerly licked up every drop. I started licking her more and more wildly. Meanwhile, my hands caressed the wide-open thighs. It was almost there. Only a little push was missing and she would fall over the cliff. Like a drowning man, I eagerly licked up every drop. I started licking her more and more wildly. Meanwhile, my hands caressed the wide-open thighs. It was almost there. Only a little push was missing and she would fall over the cliff.

I broke away from her briefly and my fingers searched for the butterfly’s wings. I pulled them apart and found what I was looking for. Her pearl looked out of hiding and was just waiting to be caressed. Very easily, I let the tip of my tongue slide over her. Moni’s pelvis bucked at me and she gasped. I gave her a brief moment to catch my breath, and then I licked her lust button again. Her pelvis shot towards me again. I repeated the whole thing over and over again. Her reaction became more violent. It would not last long. It was time to save them. I let everyone drive carefully, pressed my tongue to her clit, and started licking her like crazy. Moni’s pelvis immediately started to twitch uncontrollably. Her moan went into a gasp. She clawed her hands around the edge of the bed so that her knuckles protruded and she came with a long scream. In the blink of an eye, I shoved two fingers into her pleasure garden and began to bump them. That intensified every orgasm for me, and I hoped it would, too. I was not disappointed. Her wheezing, which was just about to subside, increased in intensity again. Her pussy tightened on my fingers and a second, smaller scream escaped her lips. Then she sagged weakly. I kissed her pearl one last time, then I pulled out of her and left her alone. I knew from my own experience how sensitive you are after such an orgasm, and I wanted to give her time to recover. so that her knuckles came out and she came with a long cry. In the blink of an eye, I shoved two fingers into her pleasure garden and began to bump them. That intensified every orgasm for me, and I hoped it would, too. I was not disappointed. Her wheezing, which was just about to subside, increased in intensity again. Her pussy tightened on my fingers and a second, smaller scream escaped her lips. Then she sagged weakly. I kissed her pearl one last time, then I pulled out of her and left her alone. I knew from my own experience how sensitive you are after such an orgasm, and I wanted to give her time to recover. so that her knuckles came out and she came with a long cry. In the blink of an eye, I shoved two fingers into her pleasure garden and began to bump them. That intensified every orgasm for me, and I hoped it would, too. I was not disappointed. Her wheezing, which was just about to subside, increased in intensity again. Her pussy tightened on my fingers and a second, smaller scream escaped her lips. Then she sagged weakly. I kissed her pearl one last time, then I pulled out of her and left her alone. I knew from my own experience how sensitive you are after such an orgasm, and I wanted to give her time to recover. it would be the same with her. I was not disappointed.

Her wheezing, which was just about to subside, increased in intensity again. Her pussy tightened on my fingers and a second, smaller scream escaped her lips. Then she sagged weakly. I kissed her pearl one last time, then I pulled out of her and left her alone. I knew from my own experience how sensitive you are after such an orgasm, and I wanted to give her time to recover. it would be the same with her. I was not disappointed. Her wheezing, which was just about to subside, increased in intensity again. Her pussy tightened on my fingers and a second, smaller scream escaped her lips. Then she sagged weakly. I kissed her pearl one last time, then I pulled out of her and left her alone. I knew from my own experience how sensitive you are after such an orgasm, and I wanted to give her time to recover. then I pulled away from her and left her alone. I knew from my own experience how sensitive you are after such an orgasm, and I wanted to give her time to recover. Then I pulled away from her and left her alone. I knew from my own experience how sensitive you are after such an orgasm, and I wanted to give her time to recover.

Christian had also withdrawn from me and only watched us for the last few minutes. I sat up and smiled at him. His cock was still hard. He was impressive even when sitting. I would have liked to put it in my mouth, but I didn’t want to do it without Moni’s approval. She was still on her back, gasping for breath. We gave her time. When she had recovered, she sat up, looked me in the eye, and kissed me. “Thanks. That was beautiful.” she breathed in my ear after our kiss ended. “Now it’s your turn.” She smiled at me, reached for her purse, and took out a condom. “Do you want?” she asked, looking me in the eye. I nodded. She gave it to her husband, who took it out of the box and put it on. It wasn’t a standard size I could see that. It probably wouldn’t have been right either. My own lust came back with power. For the last few minutes I had focused on Moni, but now I was fully aware of the overwhelming tingling between my legs. I sincerely hoped that this huge spank would fit in my little jar and would stop it. In any case, there was more than enough of my natural lubricant available. It wouldn’t fail because of that. In any case, there was more than enough of my natural lubricant available. It wouldn’t fail because of that. In any case, there was more than enough of my natural lubricant available. It wouldn’t fail because of that.

“Lay down,” Moni repeated my words from earlier and pointed to the square in front of her. She had slid to the head of the bed and had been sitting cross-legged. I lay on my back. My head rested on her legs. She stroked my hair and smiled at me. “Relax and enjoy it,” she said and looked at her husband. I still had my legs closed, but when Christian gently stroked my thighs, I readily opened myself to him. Like Moni before, I pulled my legs up to my body and spread my thighs as far as I could. I presented myself to him and he didn’t hesitate. He knelt in front of me and I felt the big cock stroke a few times through my wet column. Then the huge acorn parted my labia and slowly penetrated me. It was an indescribable feeling. I had had men with fairly large tails, but that was nothing compared to that. At first, it felt like it was tearing me apart, but soon that feeling gave way. Christian was extremely careful and gave me enough time to get used to the huge piece of meat in me. He entered me inch by inch and kept taking short breaks. I focused on the incredible feeling that spread from my lap to my whole body and started to moan. I had never felt so full. Christian was extremely careful and gave me enough time to get used to the huge piece of meat in me. He entered me inch by inch and kept taking short breaks. I focused on the incredible feeling that spread from my lap to my whole body and started to moan. I had never felt so full. Christian was extremely careful and gave me enough time to get used to the huge piece of meat in me. He entered me inch by inch and kept taking short breaks. I focused on the incredible feeling that spread from my lap to my whole body and started to moan. I had never felt so full.

Christian stopped when he realized that he couldn’t penetrate me any further. I was probably not tall enough to take in the full length of his manhood. He waited and gave me time before slowly withdrawing almost completely from me and then penetrating me again as far as possible. Again and again, he carefully pushed into me, and it was easier each time. Over time, his thrusts became faster and more demanding. Still, he made sure to stop in time before it got uncomfortable for me. In the meantime, Moni had started to stroke my breasts and play with my nipples. I bit my lip as she twirled it between my fingers. My moan gave way to gasp. My pelvis had developed a life of its own in the meantime and bucked every stroke. It wouldn’t take me long. Soon I would feel the first waves of orgasm.

Christian’s breath was also jerky now and he had closed his eyes. He also seemed not far from the redemptive climax. He pushed into me faster and faster, his penetration became more violent. I was in seventh heaven and let my lust run free.

Often I have to help a little to get to orgasm by spoiling my little pearl with my fingers, but today it wasn’t necessary. My whole body suddenly cramped and my pussy clutched the huge cock in me even tighter. My innermost heart seemed to go up in flames. My mind was washed away and the orgasm rolled over me with a loud groan. He did not come slowly and in waves as so often but hit me like a steam hammer. My pussy contracted and I had no control over my body. He jerked uncontrollably under the hard bumps that were still pounding on me. My eyes went black for a moment and I sank back weakly. Then Christian also screamed out his lust and poured it out into me.

We needed a while to relax. Christian lay on top of me and gasped. He was still in me. Moni smiled down at us. I was happy. At some point, he pulled out of me and there was only a feeling of emptiness. We sat up and I was afraid that it could be embarrassing now. But Moni immediately pulled me close and kissed me. “We wanted to try this for a long time, but we never found the right partner for it. Until now. Thank you.” she said when we separated. We sat next to each other for a few minutes in silence. It was not an awkward silence. We just enjoyed the moment. Then we got dressed and walked back to the hotel hand in hand. Your flight would leave early tomorrow morning.

We would not see each other again. They said goodbye to me in front of my room. Moni promised me again that we would keep in touch when she saw that I was eating a little tear. We kissed again and then they went. I watched them wistfully. Then I went to my room, fell into bed, and fell asleep.

The rest of my vacation was largely uneventful. This is not to say that he wasn’t beautiful. On the contrary. I spent my days on the beach, mostly with Andi and Thomas. (Which, by the way, wants to visit me soon.) We chatted, played volleyball, and drove banana boats. (Before questions arise; nothing went with either of them.) I spent my evenings in the hotel. I didn’t want to spoil my vacation with other negative experiences. Moni called me on the cell phone several times and sent me messages. (We are still in lively contact and I will visit them next month. Juhu!) Well rested and in a good mood, I finally started the return flight. Not even the vomiting boy in the seat next to me on the plane could spoil my mood. I had made new friends let me really fuck again and was even a little bit brown (or rather, a little less pale). An all-around successful holiday.

The End.

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