There’s this woman who is so full of life that it makes my whole body ache with longing to look at her. I spotted her first weaving through the crowd at the hotel bar, dispensing air kisses and arm touches and bright smiles. She has this gloriously sparkling laugh that reminds me of freshly-poured champagne — bubbling and reflecting light — compelling enough that you can’t help but join in and laugh along with her.
I’ve been staying at the hotel for a week now, and she catches my eye every time we’re in the same room. Initially, she would just grin and nod, then after a couple of days, she gave me a wink. Now, this evening, she actually comes over to speak to me. Gives a quick kiss to her partner (who is dark, handsome, and just bearded enough that I wonder what it would be like to touch his jaw with my fingertips) before sauntering over to my table.
I am stunned. In the strictest sense of the word: this woman is utterly stunning. The way she speaks and laughs captivates me, and when she says hello, while gently brushing the palm of her hand on my arm, near the elbow, I forget how to greet her in return and so I stammer.
“H-h-hi,” I say. I do not add ‘you’re incredibly beautiful’ but I know she can see that in my eyes.
“I’ve seen you around the last few days,” she says with a twinkle, and at the very sound of her words and the realisation that this fabulous woman has noticed me, my knees threaten to give way and drop me to the floor in a pool of wine and shame. I take a second to gulp from my glass, brush the hair out of my own eyes and smile back.
“I’ve noticed you too,” I tell her. “You’re the life and soul.” I don’t add ‘of the party’ because there have been so many parties at the hotel this week. Besides, to me, she is the life and soul of everything. It’s been a lonely holiday, here on my own. I booked it as a treat for myself. A way to get over a truly horrible break-up. But since I arrived, I’ve found myself moping around more than I expected, dwelling on the past and unable to turn to the future. Except when she is in the room. It’s why I have spent so much time in the bar — dressing in the most glamorous outfits I can dig out of my overstuffed suitcase, taking care with foundation, mascara, lipstick, and hair curlers to try and make sure that if she does happen to spot me, I won’t accidentally disappoint. I don’t tell her I’ve been in the bar in the hope she might catch my eye, but I sense from her mischievous grin that she knows instinctively just how flustered I am at the sight of her.
She tells me she has a penchant for shy women, an urge to befriend us all. I laugh — too loudly, it’s embarrassing, I tell myself off — and she offers to introduce me to her friends. I am not sure I’m ready for that, but I say ‘yes’ anyway. After all, what’s the point in trying to get her attention if I reject it the second she comes over? She puts her arm around my waist and gently guides me to the other end of the bar, where her beautiful partner and a few close friends are sharing a bottle of wine and the odd crescendo of laughter.
Over the next two hours, I learn her name, Julia, and hear all about how she and her partner met. They tell me of their travels and adventures, and how she works in an industry that sends her around the world to all sorts of glamorous places. This is not her first time in this hotel, and after the trip she’ll be jetting off to St Vincent for more of the same. Meetings during the day, parties at night. Other things at night, too, which make me blush when she tells me. Turns out she and her partner aren’t just adventurous when it comes to travel, but in the bedroom too. Whispering into my ear that she would like to show me something, Julia opens a window to a world of possibility that I had never considered before.
“Are you interested in finding out more?” She murmurs, pressing gently with her fingertips into the small of my back and setting off a lightning-type electric response that makes all the hairs on the back of my neck stand on end.
I don’t even need to think about it. The ‘yes’ is out of my mouth so quickly that it almost feels like a reflex. Yes, I would like to find out. Yes, my curiosity is so powerful I might shiver with it any moment. Yes, please tell me more: please sate the ache of longing in my chest.
There’s this woman who is so full of life that she makes my pussy flutter. And over the next 10 minutes, she awakens something inside me that I had never known was there. She paints a picture of what will come when the sun begins to set; how she will set out on one of the paths that leads from behind the hotel kitchen garden down the hill to the huts beside the ocean… and fuck Nick in the open, for anyone to see.
“Well,” she adds, her breath warm and sweet against my cheek. “Not anyone, necessarily. Only the people I tell.”
I turn to look at her, and her eyes meet mine. They’re sparkling with mischief.
“Tonight,” she explains, “I am only telling you.”
That’s how, an hour or so before the sunset, I came to be tiptoeing along the path down to the ocean huts. In pursuit of Julia. In awe of Julia. If I’m honest, halfway in love with Julia. In deference to my shyness, she’d advised me to keep my distance, not put any pressure on myself to say anything or — God forbid — join in. This wasn’t a performance in which I needed to participate, but one I should relax and enjoy. They liked to show off, she and Nick, and it just so happened that tonight they wanted to show off to me.
I follow her mesmerising bottom as she sashays down the path, swinging from side to side in that clinging blue-and-white dress. I note the slight spring in her step and swing in her hips, and already I feel like the luckiest person in that hotel. This is furtive, secret, special. I feel precious that she’s chosen me to be the one who watches.
When we get near the beach hut, I see Nick waiting — wine in hand, gleaming smile ready to greet his incredible lover — and I take my place on a well-positioned rock at a subtle distance. Not quite hiding in the bushes, they know I am there, but allowing myself to blend into the background so they can work their magic.
They begin by sharing wine and plenty of kisses. The intimacy of it, and the ease with which they laugh at jokes I can’t quite hear, makes my heart throb with longing. I am torn between feeling sad that I don’t have the kind of connection they do, and excited that for this night I am privileged to share in it. Their chemistry is utterly electric, and I can tell even before she puts down her wine that they are itching to tear off each other’s clothes.
The second her glass clinks onto the table, he pulls her in for an intense kiss. There is so much passion there I can almost taste it on the summer breeze. When he breaks the kiss to look into her eyes, his own gaze is dark and weak with lust. Running his hands all over her body, he touches her like he knows that doing so is a precious treat. He relishes it. Worships her, almost. Grabbing her bottom and touching her reverently all over, the way every single one of us longs to be stroked. Their tanned bodies complement each other so beautifully, and I take a second to let my gaze linger on Nick’s beautiful calves, beneath the hemline of his shorts. Delicious.
They exchange plenty of grins, just as they did in the bar. Clink wine glasses and flirt in between tongue-heavy, eager little snogs. I didn’t expect this to feel so intimate but they’re putting on an exceptional show of pretending I’m not here, that they don’t know I’m watching from nearby, and I find that mesmerisingly hot. I can hear the birds singing in the bushes nearby, and I wonder if the pair of lovers in the hut can hear that my breathing has become slow and heavy. The rustle of my own dress as I shift positions to get a better look. I can feel my pulse thumping in my throat as Nick takes one of Julia’s legs and casually throws it over his lap, all the better to reach one hand up her smooth leg and to her thigh, then under her skirt.
It’s hard to believe this is really happening, and I’d pinch myself if my hands weren’t already busy — clasped tightly together in my crotch as if to stop myself from moving and breaking the spell.
When Nick lifts her onto his lap and pulls up her skirt, I draw a sharp intake of breath as I see that she’s wearing sheer knickers that perfectly display her beautiful arse. I’d been wondering what was beneath as I followed it down the path to the hut, and now I know. I watch. I am hypnotised by it as she grinds on him with the same vigorous, playful energy with which she worked the crowd in the hotel bar. Leaning slightly to the side so I can see more of their faces, I watch their tongues go to work on each other’s mouths and lips before Nick undoes Julia’s dress and applies that busy, wet tongue to her nipples instead. Kissing them, licking them, sometimes taking as much of one pert breast into his mouth as he can. The sucking sounds that he makes send thrills of deep lust from my head to my pussy, and it’s all I can do to keep my hands still as I drink it all in.
When he pours wine onto her bare chest — that is when I start to touch myself. Just gently at first, my right hand balled in a fist and pushed down between my thighs. The fabric of my own dress and my knickers between my knuckles as I gently grind on them. It feels almost compulsive, I can’t help myself. The way she gasps as the ice-cold wine drips over her nipples then giggles, like he’s naughty for considering it… God. Their playful energy is compelling beyond words. He sucks it off and then so swiftly they switch places. His shorts are off in the blink of an eye and now it’s her turn to tease him. Using her open mouth and that hot, sweet breath to nuzzle at his raging erection, caged in nothing more than tight white boxers. By the time she tugs them down and his tumescent cock springs free, I’m almost salivating at the thought of it.
I grind against my fist a little more, relishing my luck that I get to watch this secret show, then lick my own lips as she pours wine onto him in turn, eliciting a hot gasp of such volume that it causes the birds in the bushes to stop tweeting for a second, and me to hold my breath so they have no reason to look over and break the spell they are weaving. It’s huge, his cock. Fat, thick, and solid. Such satisfying girth that she has to stretch her mouth good and wide to get it inside.
As I rub myself harder, I realise that I’m parting my own lips, just like she is, mimicking the movements as she licks and kisses the head of his eager prick. Amazing. I like to imagine how chilly that pink wine is, and how warm her mouth is by comparison. He groans some more, lying back and savouring the trickles of icy liquid and the soothing heat of her tongue. Her hands are wrapped around his cock now too, both of them, as both of my hands are now between my legs. I tug up my skirt for better access through my silk knickers so I can grind my clit against them while I watch. The voyeur in the bushes. The invited audience to the best sex show you’ve ever seen. They are framed so neatly by the hut, but the now-dimming light and the breeze against my inner thighs is a neat reminder that I am not watching this on a screen but live and in person. Up close. The highest definition there is.
His cock is so wet now, moist with wine and her saliva — and his precum too, no doubt. She takes off her dress and I remove mine. Quickly, eagerly, my shyness was cast aside along with it. Her small tits are perky and her nipples are hard as the evening sets in, growing colder as if to keep them cool while they ramp up the heat of their fuck. Julia is standing over him now, dominant and powerful, and she teases him with a slow slide of her panties, wiggling that perfect bottom, toying with him as she takes her time to remove the sheer scrap completely like she’s dancing in a strip club.
Now she rubs at his dick with her foot, treading on it lightly as if to pin him to the couch. It’s hardly necessary, because he already seems stunned into complete submission by the beauty of what she’s showing, and the intense promise of what she is offering. Looking down at him with dark eyes and such intense playfulness, she resists slightly to make him want her more: pulling her onto him with strong hands and firm fingers, urging her to take a seat on his face so he can taste the sweetness of her pussy.
I realise my own mouth is open and once again — involuntarily — I lick my own lips as he licks her clit. She’s moaning now too — who will hear? We’re far from the hotel and further up the hill, but perhaps other guests might be walking by. Maybe I’m not the only one watching them. Perhaps others have got wind of what’s going on and they’re hiding in nearby bushes too, touching themselves with as much urgency as I am. Occasionally pausing to take a deep breath and hold off the inevitable climax as they relish the length of the show…
Julia laughs as Nick tongues her clit, until he silences her with a lick that makes her gasp and close her eyes with pleasure. She picks up her wine glass and takes a casual sip. I wish I could be that dominant, that relaxed, that powerful with any man. Maybe I can try this myself? Perhaps she’s teaching me how? When Nick looks up at her I can see the awe in his eyes, and when they switch positions so they can both use their mouths to pleasure the other, I slide my knickers to the side and spit on them softly, silently, so as to push myself further towards the orgasm I know will come soon, as they fuck.
Unrolling the condom onto him merely serves to emphasise just how solid and girthy Nick is, and my pussy pulses at the thought of sitting on him myself. Julia covers him fully, really making a meal of the process, then turns to look him dead in the eye as she lowers herself onto him. She begins like that, with just the head, as he cups her arse in his hands and guides her. It must take time to warm up to take a dick like that, I think, and then immediately blush for having such objectifying thoughts about this man who is a borderline stranger. Oddly, though, I know instinctively that Julia would approve — she wants me to enjoy this as much as I possibly can, and if that involves salivating over her partner’s incredible cock then so be it. I slide two fingers inside myself and fuck them gently, in and out, in sync with the rhythm that Julia uses as she rides Nick with her gorgeous breasts swaying in his face.
He buries his face in her shoulder as she bounces on top of him. Then she undoes the buttons of his shirt and runs her delicate hands all over his chest and stomach, exactly as I would if I were in her position. He’s taut, firm, toned, and his own hands gravitate towards Julia’s soft tits, gripping, squeezing, and caressing. I wish I could run my own hands over her tits too, cupping them just like he is as she bounces and grinds… I imagine what it might feel like to sit behind her, just holding and stroking as she works her magic on his cock.
She can barely fit all of him inside her, he’s so thick and long. I wonder if she can feel it pulse as he nears climax. Julia rubs at her clit, and I mimic her actions, both of us trying to get off to the sensation or the view of her tight pussy clamped around him. They kiss frequently, intensely, and he clasps her bottom in both hands. I find it magical to remember that merely 20 minutes ago I was following that hypnotic, swaying bottom as it sashayed down the path towards the hut. Julia’s bouncing harder now, and I use one hand on my clit and the other to finger myself as she takes more of him inside, opening up and grinding with an urgency that says she wants to come. Her thumb is in his mouth and her tits are jiggling and she grunts, groans, and then comes good and loud — for the benefit of her audience, perhaps?
I hold my breath. Pause my own movements. I don’t want to orgasm myself just yet; I can see the shudders of her own climax receding in her body, and as she lies back down, Nick picks up the wine again. This particular theatrical production has not yet reached act three, and I’m eager to see how Nick takes his pleasure now that Julia’s been sated. He pours wine on her hard clit and she almost shrieks with the cold of it, then giggles to let him know she’s pleased. Soothing her now ice-cold clit with the damp warmth of his mouth, he then spits on it and uses gentle fingertips to keep the stimulation going. Making sure she’s still good and wet. More saliva, to ease the entry of his magnificent dick.
Stroking his still condom-clad cock, kneeling up so he can slide inside, Nick is the picture of a dark, brooding holiday romance — I am in awe that he and Julia get to fuck like this whenever they want. What is, for me, a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity is, for them, an everyday event. You can see it in their casual, playful intimacy and the ease with which they position and toy with each other’s bodies. It’s a privilege to watch.
Nick removes his shirt and Julia eases the final fuck with more spit on the tip, before lying back for him to give her that first satisfying stroke. Her tits are exposed and I find myself hungering for him to speed up so I can watch them jiggle as he fucks her. He begins with shallow, measured thrusts — a rhythm that speaks of control and dominance. In and out, steady and firm, and I use those same strokes on myself. God, the restraint of it is thrilling.
She begins to moan and squeal, urging him onwards, and I can hear my breath getting faster and faster as he speeds up too, ploughing her with more force and urgency, which I match as I finger myself, gasping softly in harmony with Julia’s groans, watching the look of ecstasy on both their faces as Nick climbs higher and higher towards climax. I can barely hold myself back as they cling to each other, deeper and harder and now utterly and entirely alone in their abandon. They’ve forgotten that I’m watching, and I’ve forgotten that I’m an invited guest — the rush of forbidden desire that floods my body as Nick cries, “Oh yeah”, and Julia urges him to come tips me over the edge and my pussy spasms with one, then two, then more powerful clenches. Flooding my hands with juice and my chest with a trembling, post-orgasm heat just seconds before Nick succumbs to the same, groaning and tensing his muscles.
It is only when my climax has rolled away like the waves on the beach nearby, and the couple start to kiss and touch each other in the glorious afterglow of their intense passion, that I realise night has fallen. The sky behind the hut is dark, and their tanned bodies gleam in the soft, orange light from the lamps. Nick pulls out and, grinning with that mischievous energy that drew me to her in the bar, Julia carefully removes the condom, weighty now with his spunk, and ties it up neatly to dispose of.
Maintaining the illusion of secrecy, and voyeuristic joy, I say nothing. Just adjust my own knickers, blow a silent kiss at the couple as they nuzzle together, and smile to myself as I tiptoe back up the path to the hotel. I’ll buy them a drink tomorrow night and say thank you. Perhaps then I won’t be quite so shy. Perhaps I’ll wear my most daring, clinging dress. Perhaps I won’t bother with knickers.
And perhaps, if I’m lucky, they’ll invite me to watch them once more.
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