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One Day on a Greek Island

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Late last summer, my husband, Jack, and I took a special trip to the Greek islands. It was special in many ways; I am half Greek but never been there, we have been working at our jobs hard and needed a break, with our kids out of the house, all in college, we booked a trip at the end of the Greek Island tourist season, hoping to avoid as much of the crowds as possible.

We made reservations on two different islands for our stay. Each island large enough to offer great food & drink, nice hotel, hiking, beaches, history. Everything we looked forward to. Part of this was the nude beaches. We thought we deserved to be a little liberal on our trip, soak up the sun, and each other’s naked bodies. Regardless of the work load in the office and at home, we have both maintained ourselves, and both felt comfortable to bare it all on the open beaches. Neither of us have been on a nude beach before, and the thought of open exposure was a great turn on.

On the first island the trip started out great and just simply maintained impressing us. The hotel catered to their guests in style. It sat at the edge of a small town. Beaches just short walks away with more available a short taxi drive away. If you did not want to wonder to the beach, you could spend the day at the hotel pool and continue to let the hotel pamper you.

On the trip, and especially at the hotel, we meet some very nice people, from all over the world. One couple, also from America, we enjoyed several dinners with. I will call them Ben & Barb. In their early thirties, they were on their late honeymoon. Both professionals like us, the time and opportunity to take a long proper honeymoon did not become available sooner. Several nights we met up for dinner and ended up talking, laughing and drinking late into the evening. One very specific night we shared our plans to take a taxi over to an all nude beach on the north side of the island. Feeling comfortable with this couple, we asked if they wanted to join us. Ben was up for it, like us, he has never been to a nude beach. Barb was less interested, besides, she had a spa day scheduled at the hotel and did not want to cancel out. As innocently as ever possible, we did extend an invitation for Ben to join us if he wanted, which he replied he would think about it. The laughter and drinks continued late into the night. My husband having more than his share of drinks, as the night ended, I was worried he would not be feeling well the next day and would want to cancel our day trip. But the next morning, as much as he hurt, he was as active to get ready as I was, though a lot slower. Packing our day bags, I wore a two-piece small string bikini under a short light and loose beach dress.

Just as we were ready to leave the room, the phone rang, it was Ben. He asked if the previous night invitation was a sincere invitation, if so, he would love to go since Barb would be in the spa most of the day. We did pause at first but then said ‘’Of course. Join us.’’ At first we thought we were losing our day to be intimate alone with each other, but on second consideration, we realized since neither of us have been to a nude beach and with people on the beach, chances are that intimacy would not be a reality on said public beach. So why not.

We met Ben in the lobby, hired a cab and off we went. After a 30 min drive we were dropped off at the side of a road by a small parking lot, then found the sign to the trailhead that lead to the beach. After a short walk down the cliffs, we found ourselves on a secluded beach. It was not a sandy beach, pebbles instead, but it was still beautiful. And being close to the end of the tourist season, not overly crowded, though still somewhat popular. We found a nice spot to call our own, up off the pebbles, on a little flat rock shelf, right off a little side path. We had some privacy being a little above the beach, but could still look down and people watch everyone along the waterfront. A spot like this could never be available in the busy season.

We set out our coolers, and un packed our bags, laid out towels, and opened up our little portable shade canopies. Ben did not bring a portable shade canopy, but our two were enough that we would be fine. All laid out, it was just time to undress. After a short pause between us, all hoping someone else would go first, I got a smile from my husband, that itself told me it would be alright, and off our cloths came. Not to be conceded, but I did not feel like I could not be naked. I keep in shape, the brown skin tone of the Greek side of my family gives me an all year tan look and, to be frank, I am happy with the way I look. My only apprehension was being naked in front of Ben because of the short time we have known each other. Everyone else on the beach were strangers, so who cares. But once we were naked, we were busy rubbing thick layer of sun block on our bodies. I felt good. The warm sun and slick oil on my naked body made me feel good. It was a little erotic, feeling a little bit naughty.

The next step was to test the ocean water. The three of us slipped on our flip flops and headed down. On the way we noticed a couple just setting up in a spot just off the path. We saw this spot on the walk up, but decided against it because it had a short rock ledge that blocked the view of the beach. A great spot to be secluded from eyes, not a great spot if you wanted to enjoy the ocean view and people watch. As we walked by I noticed that they were an attractive couple, 30 something, good looking bodies but they have not spent too much time in the sun recently.

We made it to the water, and among the other naked people, we enjoyed the warm ocean waters. It felt so good, out swimming, splashing, hanging out in the mild surf. Poor Jack, his heavy drinking the night before, he was soon ready for a nap and headed up on his own. Ben and I stayed a little longer enjoying the Aegean Sea.

When we had enough, Ben and I walked back up to our spot. Our bodies shinny with sea water. As I walked behind Ben, this is when I noticed his body, fit but not muscular, naked firm ass right in front of me. It was then I realized, if I was honest to myself, I was enjoying being naked in front of this younger man and enjoyed looking at his naked body. We passed the couple off the path, politely saying ‘’Hi’’. He was laying back, reading a book, she was laying back, her head resting on his stomach also reading a book, but her right hand was over her shoulder, stroking his ridged cock, not even releasing it as we walked by. The sight surprised me and took my breath away, but I continued up the path like I did not notice. It was so casual what she was doing, reading a book and stroking his hard cock at the same time, on a public, yet nude beach. It was fantastic. It made me feel a little bit flustered and jealous at the same time. My mind wondered on how I could get Jack in the same position. This was not going to be real soon though, Jack was fast asleep under one of the shade canopy when we came back.

After the swim it was time for reapplying sun blocker. Ben & I handed the bottle back and forth. As I applied the oil to my body, I grew more confident on how I looked. My brownish skin giving me that all year tan look. My breast, though not perfect, still in great shape after the kids. My body all smooth, waxed, and manicured. The perfect time for me to adventure on a nude beach. But Ben looked good too. His younger body, tighter and firmer than my husbands and unlike my husband, Ben kept his balls and pelvis area shaved smooth except for a small patch of short hair at the base of his cock. His body was attractive. I let my eyes explore it from behind my sunglasses. Ben snapped me out of my voyeurism, asking if I would apply sun block on his back. I grabbed the bottle, he stood with his back to me and I rubbed in the oil. I did glance around, checking toward Jack. I was just applying sun block to our friend, but I felt more comfortable about doing it if Jack was not watching or aware of it. It allowed me to take a little longer and apply it a little heavier, enjoying a little moment with this younger man’s body. I rubbed the block into his back and shoulders. I worked it in behind his legs and was daring enough to work it on his ass, giving it a proper coverage. It was innocent application on my part, but I was enjoying feeling up this young man as I applied the block. While he stood there, Ben talked about the couple below, asking me if I noticed the guys cock in the woman’s hand. I had to admit I did notice. Laughing together, we chatted about the couple, guessing what their story might be. Enough time was spent applying the sun block on Ben, any longer and it would be noticeable that I was just feeling him up now. We switched places, for me to stand in front of him with my back to him, and as we switched locations, it was right there in my view; Bens semi hard cock hanging heavy. I am so glad I had my sun glasses on, so he could not tell that I was almost staring at his manhood. It was so smooth, shiny from the sun block. Was it the talk of the couple down the path, or my sun block application, I have no idea, but my mind was full of naughty thoughts as I looked at that shaved heavy cock. I really liked being naked with this young man. I could feel my body reacting. I was a little flustered, and had to admit a little turned on.

I stood facing the beach, wanting something to distract me from the feeling of this young man’s hands rubbing the back of my body. Although I had already covered my legs, Ben started down at my feet. It felt nice, the firm touch of his palms up and down the back of my legs. Immediately, I could tell he was taking a little longer than necessary and more repeated strokes than required, but I did not care. It felt so good and I convinced myself it was innocent enough, unable to go too far with my husband asleep just feet away. As I looked out over the beach, my attention was drawn to a man sitting on the beach looking up at me. Not facing the ocean like most of the other people, including the woman who was with him. No, he was looking right at me, not even pretending to read the book in his hand. I was there under the warm sun, naked in view of this stranger looking me over. I felt captivated. Being the center of attention to a complete stranger. I struck a subtle pose bending my right leg just a bit, arching my back, pressing my breast out a little more intentional. When I felt Ben’s hands working my ass, I turned left at my waist under the guise of looking at what Ben was doing, but in reality I was expressing the classic pose. A bit obvious, but I wanted to give this complete stranger the best view I could, and show off my body in the best light possible. I had no intention to meet this man, but if he was going to openly stare at my like he was, I wanted to show myself.

Ben spent some time on my ass and waist, and the way his hands rubbed and softly kneaded my ass it felt fantastic, but he did manage to pull himself up to my back. I took a glance over at my husband, still asleep, and actually laying facing away from us. It then dawned on me, that we were high enough that, from below, the stranger could not see my husband laying off to the side, only Ben was visible to the stranger, and he might be thinking we were together. It was also at this time I realized my pussy was feeling different; warm and wet. How wet, unsure, but I was dying to find an opportunity to covertly run a finger along it. But for now, I had to be content just to enjoy the feeling between my legs as my back was oiled up by naked Ben while a stranger stared at my naked body from below. It was here when I took it a little further. I ran my hands up along the back of my neck, under my hair, holding my hair away from my neck holding it high. First impressions would be I was doing this to free the back of my neck for Ben to apply oil, but I really did it to lift my arms and press my breast out even more. I could feel my nipples harden. I was giving the stranger below a great pose. Could he tell I was looking at him from behind my sunglasses? I think he could, because I saw him move his free hand on to his lap, the women with him unaware, as he gently touched his cock in front of me as he started at me. He gave me a little wave; I gave him a big smile back. I was so hot now, watching how excited I was making a stranger on a public beach, I was so hot that when I felt a familiar feeling of a hard cock gently touching my ass I did not react. I liked it. Ben must have a full erection and it was brushing along my ass while he applied the sun block. I felt so sexy thinking Ben was hard from touching and looking at my naked body. I needed to know that my body still had this effect on men when they looked at me. Back in our real world, with work, kids, and everything that life dishes out, I never had a chance to see if I was still exciting to men. But now, here, on this remote beach, with my husband asleep in the shade just feet away, I realized I still had a great body that still excited men. I was basking in the attention.

Ben’s hands roamed from my back to my ribs and under my breast. I continued to hold my hair up and my chest out. At first, Ben was hesitating, his hand movements below my breast on my stomach, but then, he finally tested me, and his hands glided up over my breast and aching nipples. I did not move. I did not object. His oiled hands felt so damn good against my hard nipples. I remember breathing hard, I wanted to moan, but kept it to myself. Ben’s body gently pressed against my back, I felt his cock against my ass and was unable to contain a low moan of approval. Normally, with my husband, I would close my eyes and enjoy a moment like this, but this time, I stared down at my other admirer, watching his hand softly caress his cock as he looked up at me with Ben’s hands wrapped around my body, feeling me up under the guise of applying sun block. Ben’s hands felt magical on my breast, tweaking my nipples just short of hurting, but making them ache for his attention. Ben’s cock was so hard; it must have ached from pressing against my ass. I wanted to see it, but was not willing to change anything that would cause the moment we were enjoying to end.

I was lost in the moment, so deep into the pleasures of the moment that I was only brought back to my senses as I felt Ben’s hands run down my stomach, gliding along each pelvis bone. With his arms stretched out to the limit along my upper thighs, his hands came back retracing back to my stomach. I froze, wondering where this next step was going. When his hands slid down again, returning to the front of my leg, but coming back up, I felt the tips of his fingers along the inside of my thighs, just short of touching my swollen clit. Oh, as much as my pussy wanted….needed to feel him finger me, instead I snapped out of my world of pleasure, let my hair fall back and stopped Ben’s hand from reaching his goal. I stepped away from Ben’s body, checked that my husband has not stirred, then looked at Ben and with a smile said ‘’That should be enough sun screen.’’ I could see that at first he had a look of being in trouble, feeling he went too far and upset me, but the big smile from my face whipped away those fears. We could not go that far. I should not have gone as far as I did, but I loved it, and was so turned on from it. I just had to control myself, and hope I could get a hard fuck from my husband later at the hotel or finger myself to a self-made orgasm someplace on this beach to tie me over.

Ben was in no better shape. His cock was so hard, the head tight and smooth, standing straight up, like it was reaching for his belly button. It slapped his pelvis as he moved around, waving around in the open air. It looked so hot, deep inside I just wanted to grab it with both hand, feel it, stroke it, give it the relieve it desired. But I resisted and content myself to look at it from behind my sunglasses.

Ben and I laid out on towels under the other shade canopy, settling into folding legless camp chairs provided by the hotel. From here, I could see my admirer, and he could see me, but not my lower body. I continued to watch him gently play with his cock as he continued to look up my way. I was casual about it. I don’t think Ben knew what I was looking at. We both grabbed our books. Ben read, I pretended to read as I continued to watch my admirer look up my way and gently play with himself. After some time pretending to read, I felt Ben lean in and whisper in my ear ‘’I think there is a guy down below with a hard on staring at you.’’ I acted unaware, leaning forward to take a look down below. Ben describing in my ear which guy it was. I took a little time before admitting to Ben I saw the person he was pointing out. As we both looked down at my admirer, Ben was leaning in, whispering thoughts about the man, what he was looking at, maybe what he saw when we applied lotion on each other. Ben’s talk only made my sexual desires stronger. My pussy was so hot and wet, I wanted to feel Ben take my breast again. But I didn’t, I was married, my husband still asleep just feet away. But these feelings were getting out of control. I knew I had to go and find a place to finger myself. I just needed to orgasm and it would be under control again.

As Ben and I looked down and talking quietly about the stranger with the hard on, I felt Ben’s right hand on my left leg. Innocently off the knee, but on my thigh. I knew it was not an innocent move, and I knew then I should move it off my leg, but I didn’t. As we continued talking in hushed tones, the hand slowly moved along my thigh, gentle strokes, I let him, just pretending I did not notice it. I remember laying my leg down and straight on the towel, keeping my right leg up with the knee bent. If Jack woke up, it would be best to have this leg help block his view. He was laying off to our right, just behind us a bit. I kept my focus on our stranger, listening to Ben talk. His hand moved along my left leg, cradling along where my thigh and hip meet. I gently bent my left knee, opening up my legs just a bit as I keep my gaze to the stranger. I felt Ben’s hand move and stroke my inner left thigh, moving his hand back and forth in gentle affectionate way, coming close but not touching my pussy. I leaned back against the camp chair, looked down at Ben’s lap, his cock still ridged hard, still standing straight up. Hesitating at first to the thought that went through my mind, I reached over, gently caressing the length of this young man’s cock with my fingers, feeling how hard and warm it was to the touch. I mentioned to Ben that he ‘’… needs to make sure this is not hard when my husband wakes up….’’. He did not reply, just leaning back a little, enjoying my touch. I softly caressed his shaft, and smooth balls, avoiding the full hand touch, using just my fingers. It felt so good to have this young man’s cock available for me to touch and enjoy. I was wet, hot and flustered. While my attention was on his package, in my mind I was debating, should I stroke this young man, experience the thrill of giving him relief. I was wondering how this hard-young cock would feel and taste if I took it in my mouth. All these thoughts paying out in my imagination. Then, with another repeated stroke along my inner thigh, I felt Ben’s hand contacted my pussy. At first, just the length us his pinky along the length of my pussy. But then, in a movement his finger broke the barrier, separating my opening, his fingers now feeling the wetness from my excitement. It happened so quickly, I failed to react, but once the finger was in me, sliding up and down, searching for my clit, I had no will stop him.

My body reacted with reflexes, I leaned back with a heavy breath, bent my left knee more, opening access to his hand. My left hand grasped his smooth balls. I let out a soft moan and then took a deep breath. The muscles in my ass tightened, and I gently pressed my pussy against his hand. When his hand found my hard clit, instinctively my right hand grabbed his hand, but not to move it away, instead my right hand guided and encouraged his hand’s movement. I needed relief so bad. We sat back enjoying the touch of each other in this very personal moment, completely naked on a public beach. Few people would be able to see the task taken by our hands, but they would be able to see our facial expressions, and leave little doubt that whatever our hands were doing. It was making us feel very good.

I wrapped my hand around his cock, stroking slowly, looking down I watched the pre-cum escape the tip. His young cock was so ridged hard, it felt so good to grasp and enjoy. Each stroke was bringing Ben to a new sexual level. His hand was laboring against my clit, he did not need my hand for guidance, but my hand remained on his, encouraging more of every move he made that brought me closer to an orgasm. I was so wet, his fingers just slid along my pussy. The moisture rushing from my aching pussy. My pussy begged for relief. I was so hot from being naked on a public beach and exhibiting myself the way I did that morning. And to have a fresh firm young naked man so close and so accessible, it was a fantasy lived. I was doing things I never felt I would or could do in my life. But this one morning was changing how I feel about myself and my body’s needs. Ben worked his finger deeper in my pussy, slowly finger fucking me, his hand moving faster along my clit. I increased my stroking speed along his cock accordingly. Feeling more and more precum leaking from his tip. I bit my bottom lip to stifle my moans that wanted to escape. I could hear Ben’s heavy breathing. At that moment I remember wishing my husband was not with us that morning. I would just give myself up to this young man.

Ben pulled away his right hand and replaced it with his left hand, turning his body to face mine. The new angle giving us both better access to the other person; my right hand on his cock and balls, his left hand on my pussy. I looked over my shoulder to witness a couple on the path, watching Ben and I. The could clearly see the motion of our hands, but probably not see directly to the activity they were in. I looked at them both, and continued to stroke Ben. My face was showing some distress as I ached for relief. The couple continued on, maybe feeling like they were intruding on our private moment, but I remember not a care that they were watching. As I turned back to Ben’s cock, he leaned in and placed his mouth against mine. I felt his heavy breathing against my lips. As I opened my mouth, my own heavy breathing pressed against his. I had no intention to kiss this young man, not today, not ever, but as our mouths locked, a heated passion was exchanged. Our tongues probing each other, interrupted only by heavy breathing and soft moans.

Only the words of a familiar voice broke our kiss and brought us back to the real world. My husband’s voice, quietly calling out if I was OK. I cleared my throat and answered back I was fine, asking how was his nap. I realized, I was still holding Ben’s cock and his finger was deep in my pussy, though his hand very still. In a sleepy voice, my husband asked how was the swim, as I answered him, Ben’s still finger pressed into my pussy, deeper and deeper. My voice cracked. I just stared at Ben with a look of shock and passion as his hand pressed against my opening, pressing the finder as deep as he could and then holding it there. I wanted to cum so badly…needed to cum so badly. I was almost there. Why did Jack have to wake up right then.

We heard Jack get up, and grab a drink. Ben pulled out of me, then brought his knees up to his chest to hid his erection. I closed my legs and tried to act calm, but I was burning up inside. Jack sat in front of us. Looking at me, flushed I am sure, he asked if I was ok. I replied yes, but told him watching all these naked people, I was very horny. He was surprised I was so vocal about it, but he replied he would be glad to take care of that back at the hotel. I don’t know where the words came from, but I replied that was not soon enough. I was a women craving a cock in her and now. I moved over to Jack, and leaned in next to him. I grabbed his cock and started stroking his soft cock, kissing his lips. I used every trick I could to get him hard. I rubbed his balls and inner thighs. We kissed, but my kiss was a heavy breathing panting. I pressed my mouth into his. I was the aggressor. He managed to pull his mouth from mine and softly he reminded me that Ben was there and watching. I told him I didn’t care. I did not forget Ben was there, I hoped in my mind he was watching me. Jack was not playing along, which frustrated me even more. His cock was not coming to the usable hardness I desired. He was nervous and hung over. I leaned down to take him in my mouth, but he stopped that. He was not ready to have sex with Ben there, or maybe even on the beach, I had no idea. Regardless, I was not going to get a hard fuck from my husband to release my desire.

I laid back to where I was under the shade canopy, next to Ben. I looked at my husband and stretched out my naked body. My toes rubbing his leg. Then as he watched me, my left hand took my right nipple and gently teased it. I looked right at my husband, he had a look of questions, wondering how his wife turned like this. If I had a clear head, I might be asking the same thing about myself, but I was beyond that. I looked around, making sure the coast was clear. My right hand slid down my body, spreading my legs, my pussy was facing my sitting husband. My fingers found my wet fold. I rubbed my clit right in front of my husband. I have masturbated for him before, but never in a public setting, and never with another guy watching. But here I was, openly masturbating in front of my husband with Ben watching. Jack tried to talk with me, but I ignored him, paying all my energies on myself. Jack was confused, I could tell, he was unsure and turned on at the same time. I watched as his facial expressions changed, watching me in detail. His posture changed, his hand went to his lap, and he was gently touching himself. I became more aggressive to myself, going in deep on myself. I was softly moaning with pleasure, but it was not enough. I needed more. Jack was becoming more erect but still holding back. Instead of showing me his cock as he rubbed it, he hid it from Ben and me. I looked to my left, Ben was watching me, watching my hand between my legs. He was still hard and still had his knees up to his chest, but his cock was still standing straight up and ridged. I looked at Jack, he looked sheepish about what was happening, but had a semi going. Ben was rigid. Without losing my locked in stare with my husband, my left hand left my nipple and I reached over, touching Ben. First I just gave his chest soft strokes with the back of my hand. I waited for a reaction of both Ben & Jack. My hand went to his knees, and my left hand open palm stroked his right thigh. Again, I waited for a reaction. With my right hand moving a finger in and out of my pussy, I reached down and rubbed Ben’s cock head with my left hand. At first, he gave me no reaction, did not move, and Jack did not react other than silent watching. When I pressed Ben’s legs away from his chest, he let his leg move from his body. I reached and gently stroked his cock with my fingers. I watched Jack, he was in shock, quiet and staring at how I touched Ben. When Ben lowered his legs, fully exposing his cock, Jack just continued to watch my hand and said nothing, his cock still semi hard, but he was stroking it more deliberately.

I brought my knees up, and placed my feet flat on the ground. This gave me leverage to raise my hips and move it with the motion of my hand fingering myself, all in front of Jack. My left hand long strokes along Ben’s cock and balls. He was unsure what to do, but did not stop me from what I was doing. He did lay his legs flat and spread them out, giving me full access, and I used it. From the base of his balls up to the tip of his cock, I felt up this naked hard young man. Jack would look at my face, then look at my hand working my pussy, then look at my hand rubbing Ben’s package. Changing from one view to another, stroking his cock faster. I watched, and waited for his cock to become fuckable hard. I was determined to have him fuck me hard as soon as it was ready. I held back from cumming, waiting for his cock instead. Watching his hand stroke faster and faster, soon I was a little concerned how fast he was stroking and how hard his breathing was. I was talking to him in a hushed voice telling him to hurry and fuck me. My whole body was in motion, moving and twisting with excitement. I was surprised that with my hand on his cock, Ben did not cum yet, but even more surprised when Jack did. It was too much for him, too much stroking on his own part, and he shot streams of cum all over the towel and my body as he grunted with each ejaculation. When he finished, catching his breath, he leaned in, sheepishly, he rubbed in the cum on my body. He felt bad, I could tell, and he was still a little confused. He apologized and said he would make it up to me tonight at the hotel. I just laid there feeling sorry for him, and I really did feel bad, but my pussy was still aching and still have not cum after all this excitement. Jack excused himself and said he was going to jump in the ocean to rinse off. I laid there in shock, as he put on his flip flops and went down to the beach. I was in a fog, not knowing how I got in the state I was in and how did that just happen with Jack?

I was laying up on my right elbow just shell shocked, but not 30 seconds after Jack was out of sight, I felt Ben up against me. His hard cock he pressed against my ass, wrapped his left hand over my body, gently caressing me. I turned to him, ready to say something but who know what it was, before I could let the words out, his mouth pressed against mine. And before I could pull away and object, his left hand slid down my body and between my legs finger inside my unsatisfied pussy; soaking wet and hot as hell. It was the passion that took over. I kissed him back with the same animal heat he was kissing me. I spread my legs wide, pressing my pussy into his hand, moaning as he hit every sensitive spot between my legs. Soon I was laying on my back with my arms around him. Kissing like lovers do. He moved his body over mine, his hand going from my pussy to my breast. I felt his hard cock pressing against my skin, moving along my body as he continued to readjust his position. I wanted to know he was going to take care of my needs, I encouraged him more and more to the correct position, his cock closer and closer between my legs. Then when I thought I would be ready, he surprised me, slid his ridged hard cock in my pussy. Pressing half way, I let out a auditable moan of pleasure, followed by a grunting “oh fuck” as the second half of his cock pressed in. He was deep in my wet open pussy. It felt so good to feel that flesh rod grinding against my pussy walls. The feel of a young man’s ridged cock, it is like no other. At that point, I did not care about anything else going on, just the fucking this young man was giving me.

It started out with us locked in a deep wet passionate kiss as his hips moved his cock in a steady pace in and out of my pussy. My own body moving, matching his, fucking him back. My arms wrapped around his body, holding him tight. My pussy was feeling the release it needed. I came on his cock. A long steady throbbing orgasm is the best way I could describe it. I was lost in the moment, feeling my pussy ripple. Then his pace quickened. He moved his arms around my body, grabbed my ass, and jack hammered his cock in me. It was fast and rough. His grip tightened on my ass. I reached down and grabbed his ass. I went into spasms. I am not sure if it was one long hard orgasm or multiple orgasms one after another. My body locked up from the continuous high my body was feeling as Ben continued to pound my pussy. I remember feeling him tense up, his grip on my ass increased bringing me out of my spasm, I saw the couple from down the path standing over us, naked and watching us. Any thoughts of calm reason were gone. I was locked in a state of erotica. Ben’s cock was slammed in me deep, he held it there, I felt it twitch several times and then I felt the warm liquid of his cum in my pussy. My own orgasms continued. My body continued to ripple. Looking back, I have fond memories of that fuck, and that moment, but no thought in my head about Jack. Right now I think bad about that, but then, it was all about the fuck my pussy finally received.

Exhausted, Ben laid his body gently on mine. He moved his hands off my ass. It took a few minutes for us to catch our breath and find our surroundings. When they realized the fuck was done, the couple walked down the path. That part was just a blur. All I could say, over and over, was “oh god…fuck….oh god……fuck”. It was hard for me to decide to feel guilty about what I just did to Jack or loose myself in the great fuck I just enjoyed. Ben stroked his cock in and out of my pussy a few more times, then pulled out. I was full of his cum. We put ourselves together. Jack was still not back, so I put on my flip flops and walked down to the beach. I found him swimming. As I entered the water, he swam up to me and gave me a big kiss. He stared at me silently for a minute, but I said nothing back. He did not press it or ask any questions. We kissed again, kissed like lovers, in the warm blue sea. I took the opportunity to covertly clean my pussy. When we had enough, we walked back up to our spot and laid together under a shade canopy, reading, with my head on his stomach, my hand over my shoulder, stoking his cock. Ben was napping under the other canopy. No one acted weird, and no one asked any questions. Looking back, the best way to describe it was like an understood acceptance. My body was lying in a way that my pussy was pointing to the path. My knees were up and feet flat on the ground or my legs were stretch out. Either way, I kept my legs spread a bit, showing off my pussy to any man who walked by and wanted to look. I felt so liberated and exposed. Sexy like I have never felt before.

I never did get Jack hard on that beach. He was not comfortable in the public surroundings. Ben woke up and Jack suggested we get in another swim before heading back to the hotel. The mood improved with a swim of laughter and splashing around. We then packed up our stuff and got dressed again. I did not wear the two-piece bikini, just pulling my short loose beach dress over my body. Walking back up to the road, Jack, who was behind me, stopped me and asked if I was wearing just the dress. He pointed out that the sunlight went right through it, and it was obvious I was naked under it. I told him it will be fine, we were going in a cab and walking straight back to our room. I had no intention of wearing more, I like the feeling of being naked and exposed and I wanted it to continue. Though Jack did warn me that if I bend over very much, I will be showing off my bare ass. So, I would be careful in the hotel lobby.

Cabs were waiting at the trail head to take people back to hotels. We grabbed one, I slid in and realized to keep my pussy covered, I was sitting on my bare ass. Jack got in on one side and Ben on the other and off we went for the half hour drive back to the hotel. I slid down in the seat to lay my head back against the seat, and closed my eyes.

I felt Jack’s hand on my left leg, gently stroking it. I told him that felt nice and it did. My bare skin was sensitive to his touch. Up and down, softly against my skin, caressing my exposed leg. His hand did not venture beyond my exposed skin, even though my bare pussy was just under my short cover up. I spread my leg, placing my left knee against his right leg, to show approval of his touch. Still his hand did not venture under my dress. I spread my right leg out, touching Ben’s left leg. Still, Jack did not venture his hand under my dress. But the air from the open windows felt good against my naked pussy. It was just under the dress, so close to being exposed. It would feel so nice to have Jack give my pussy some attention on the ride back to the hotel. I slid down in the seat, resting my head against the back. This also let my dress ride up, and I did not adjust my dress. Looking down, I could see my pussy uncovered. Jack’s hand continued to stroke my bare skin. He did move up further along my leg, but did not touch my pussy. I looked at him and he looked back with his confused expression. He could see my pussy as well, as I am sure Ben could too. It was so obvious what I was asking my husband for. For Gods sake, I was laying back in the seat, my legs spread and my dress ridding up exposing my pussy while he was stroking my legs. Finally, his hand brushed against my pussy, and to show approval I arched my back a little. I could feel my nipples harden. On the next stroke, I hoped his hand would brushed my pussy again, and I arched my back in anticipation. When his hand touched my pussy, I let out a soft deep breath of approval. Finally, my husband figured out what I was asking for and gave in. His hand remained on my inner upper thigh, kneading my leg and pressing against my pussy with the outside of his hand. If felt good and my pussy was soaking wet, but I was hoping it would lead to a finger against my clit or in my pussy. So far it was just his hand softly grinding against my pussy. I placed my hand on Jack’s leg, and instinctively I placed my other hand on Ben’s leg. I used the support to move my hips against Jack’s hand. It was not a finger fuck, more of dry humping my pussy against his hand, and I wanted more, but Jack did not take it to the next level and it was becoming frustrating. I broke my glace to Jack out of this frustration.

Looking forward, as I sat back low in the seat, my pussy was there, fully exposed from under my beach dress, for Jack and Ben to glare at. My legs were spread wide and Jack’s hand kneading my upper thigh, softly grinding the outside of his hand against my pussy. The driver had no idea I was exposed like this. I could see his eyes in the mirror and his mirror would not be able to see my pussy as it practically stared at him, unless he turned around. My eyes relaxed as I enjoyed this moment, but I was getting more frustrated, I wanted Jack to press in and finger my pussy and clit. I was not going to grab his hand and force him, I wanted him to want to do it, now, in this cab, in a public scenario. I reached up and pulled my dress off each shoulder. Looking down the dress fell and clinged on to my breast just above the nipples. This was my silent suggestion to Jack or Ben that my breast was now available it you want to please my nipples, all they had to do was to pull my dress down the little remaining part covering my nipples.

My hands become more animated and aggressive along their legs. I let my hands roam higher and higher along their legs. I allowed my hands up and rub along each of their crotches. When my hands grabbed a handful of cock and balls, I arched my back with excitement. My hand moved back down the legs and returned up the inner thigh and back on to the crotches, this time pausing on what felt like a pair of erections. Well, one I will call an erection under Jack’s shorts, but under Ben’s shorts it was better described as a hard-fleshy cock. I arched my back again, pressing my head back into the seat and my pussy hard into Jack’s hand. I felt movement on my breast. As my hands slid back down the boy’s legs, I looked down and saw that my movement allowed my dress to fall from my nipples. My breast was bared. Jack leaned in and took a nipple in his mouth, which felt so good, but it distracted from the task of his hand pressing against my pussy. I looked up at Ben. He has a look of a horny young man. I must have had a look of a frustrated horny 40 old woman. While Jack was on my nipple, Ben grabbed my hand and placed it back on his hard cock. It was ridged, even feeling it through his short, it was rock hard. I squeezed and stroked it through his pants for the short time Jack spent on my nipple. When Jack pulled off, Ben pulled my hand off his cock.

Pulling his hand from my pussy, Jack pulled my dress back up as he gave me a deep kiss. Then pointing out we were coming up to the hotel, he pulled my dress down over my pussy. I was so horny. How could I be this wet, hot and frustrated twice in one day?????

We pulled up to the lobby. Jack paid the cab, Ben unloaded the bags. I helped carry them in. As the three of us entered the lobby, we passed some big mirrors, and I caught a glimpse of myself and was shocked at just how much my body was displayed under the dress. I knew it was light and thin, and though no details could be seen, it did not leave much to the imagination. Our walk to the elevator, I gained a lot of looks from men and women walking past. I had my sunglasses on and could see their reactions, some of disgust, some of approval. I was not naked, the beach dress was just not designed to wear with nothing on under it. I figured out this is what Jack warned me about on the walk up from the beach.

Jack left Ben and I at the elevator, telling me he had to run to the shop and would meet me back in the room. Standing there with Ben, I could feel people’s eyes on me. We entered the elevator with another couple. The elevator also had mirrors, showing off my body dr*ped with a thin fabric. As the doors closed, I turned and leaned in and kissed Ben. My heightened state of emotions had taken over. He returned my kiss with passionate heat, it was a short ride up, and my pussy was aching again. I was back to the same sexual unsatisfied situation I was on the beach. I wasted no time, I wrapped my arms around Ben’s neck as we kissed. Lifting my arms lifted my dress. I am not sure how high the bottom came up, but I could feel it above my bare pussy and bare ass. Ben’s hands move down to my bare ass and took two handfuls. My pussy could feel his cock as I pressed against him. We stayed in this embrace for the ride up, my lower body exposed to the other couple in the elevator with Ben’s hands all over me, lifting the dress higher.

The bell went off, and we pulled from our kiss with a quick check to confirm this was our floor. As the doors opened, we grabbed our bags and walked off. I did not look at the other couple. Ben followed me to our room. Door open, he dropped off our stuff by the bed. He then grabbed and pulled me in to resume the kiss. I kissed him back with all the passion possible. His hand roamed my ass and back under the dress. My hands pushed his pants down and grabbed his firm ass. His arms moved up to my shoulders, pulled the dress off and down my arms, waist, ass, letting it fall to the floor. His finger went right to my pussy as he leaned down and took a nipple in his mouth. Finger fucking me again and sucking on my nipples, I did not hold back on the noises of approval I was making. Moans of pleasure that came rushing out like I have never did before. I pulled his shirt over his head. We were close enough to the bed that I raised my left leg onto the bed spreading my pussy for his hand. I reached over his shoulders and dug my nails in his back. He was getting a little rough and I loved it. I pulled him up off my nipples, reaching for his cock to get him ready to fuck me again, but when my hand found his cock, it was hard, ridged and hot to the hand. He was ready. He finger fucked me a little more while he kissed my neck. I grabbed his smooth balls and pulled on them, a little too hard it turns out. He flinched and gave a little yelp as he pulled back. I giggled and apologized. He smiled then pushed me back on the bed. As I scooted up, spreading my legs wide for him, his body hovered over mine. He grabbed my hands and held them above my head against the bed. He leaned down and gave me a deep rough kiss. I felt him position his body, then I felt his smooth cock head pressing against my wet pussy opening. He pressed it in, to the full length in a smooth single stroke. I yelled with passion feeling this hard-fleshy rod drill my pussy. Still holding my hands, he pisitioned me with his cock while we looked at each other in the eyes. Looking at him in the eyes as he fucked me, I dirty talked to him. I told him passionate erotic feelings I was having. I let out dirty erotic shit that I never let out with my husband or any man before. Ben gave it back as good as he got. Our dirty verbal exchanges were turning us both on. Sweat was building up on our bodies. His breathing was becoming harder as he increased the pace of his cock fucking my pussy. I encouraged him more and more with the dirty talk. He gave back telling me how naked I looked with just the pull over on. Telling me the other couple watched my naked ass as we made out. I told him he should have fucked me in the elevator. I wanted him to bend me over in the elevator, lift my beach dress and fuck me from behind. I told him how wet my pussy was and I would not have stopped him if he fucked me in the elevator. It was not just dirty talk either, I really think I would have let him fuck me right there and then. The dirty talk went back and forth. The more we talked the faster and harder our fuck increased. If I was not talking dirty shit to Ben, I was moaning, encouraging him with “Yeah, you would do that for me” or “Yes, god yes, I want you to do that to me.”. Finally, it just became too much and Ben released my arms, wrapped his body around my body, grabbed my ass and fuck the shit out of my aching pussy. At first, I had my arms and legs wrapped around him, but soon my body went limp as I just rolled into one orgasm after another. The dirty talk was no more, our energy was in breathing, grunting, moaning. Then I felt his smooth cock and balls tense up. He buried his cock deep in my pussy and held it there, and for the second time in the day, a man not my husband came deep in my pussy. Shot after shot entered me. Ben giving me all that he had left for the day, deep in my body.

After a brief rest, we came to our senses. As spent as we were, we managed to get up. Ben got dressed, gave me a deep kiss, then quickly left. I laid on the bed for a few minutes, my mind full of the events of the day, wondering what has happened to me. I got up to take a shower, there was a big wet spot on the bed that I threw my beach dress over. Waking to the bathroom, Jack came back, catching my naked body going to the bathroom. If he knew of what just happened, he did not let on. He complimented my naked body, and gave me a deep we kiss and hug. We ended up making love on the bed, my back feeling the wet spot created just minutes before with Ben. With Jack, it was a love making, it was not the powerful fuck I had with Ben.

That night we stayed in, ordered room service, talked and fell asleep early. The next day we spent by ourselves, hiking and exploring some old ruins on the other side of the island. The next day we left for the second island. I never saw Ben again. Jack never asked me questions, and has remained quiet about the day on the beach. Our good life continues at home. But that is not the end of it. That day ignited a desire in me, a desire to be with other men, younger vigorous men. I have a passion to make love…..passion to fuck other men. I love Jack, but I love the hot passion that now burns in me. I am here on this web site, hoping to convince Jack to explore with me, and maybe ignite that passion in him as well.

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