e Holiday Pt. 01

We'd been at the hotel for 3 days, the weather was fantastic. Every day had been hot and sunny, my husband and the children were in the pool and I was sitting reading a book on the sun lounger. It was bliss to have some time to myself.

This was the perfect hotel, an all inclusive and upmarket place, great facilities, great food and lots to do and even better, a mostly private beach. Was there a downside to the holiday? Yes, being confined in an apartment with active two children.

Just so you know, Hi, I'm Joanne, 40 years old, I've been married for 11 years and have two under ten children. I'm in good shape, 5'8" tall with a slim build, small boobs and around 130 pounds. I'm topped off with dark blonde, just off the shoulder wavy hair with a few summer holiday highlights. I do look younger than I am, most people think I'm around 35 years old. Not bad looking either, so I'm told anyway. 

So there I was, after lunch sitting on my sun lounger under the shade of an umbrella reading a book. I was wearing a one piece swimsuit which I thought suited me perfectly, not too revealing but enough to show off my figure and definitely not low cut because my boobs are not my greatest asset. Even in the partial shade it was touching 90°F so I was sweating lightly and there was absolutely no breeze around the pool. Stiflingly hot.

Less than five paces away were a group of what I'd describe as fifty to sixty something men, their sun loungers arranged in a semi-circle almost directly facing ours and from what I could overhear they were on a golfing break. They'd been on the same sun loungers since we'd arrived. Golf has never interested me, I thought they must have to get up very early with their towels to save those places every day.

Turning a page of my book and sipping a drink I glanced up and noticed one of the men looking at me again as he had done for the last two days. Now I don't think he'd seen me look at back at him and notice his glances because my eyes were hidden by my prescription sunglasses. Incidentally, if I hadn't been wearing them all I'd have seen was a blur.

I'd describe him as around 5'5" tall, so shorter than me, probably in his fifties and he was a little, well more than a little overweight. I'd describe him as a podgy short arse with short dark hair and on a scale of one to ten, a four though if I'm generous a nearly five.

He was sitting directly opposite me, I stopped concentrating on my book and each time I glanced at him he was watching me and smiled. Occasionally he'd be talking to his friends, today he said something I could quite hear and they all glanced over at me. Then I'm pretty sure I heard them say "I'd fuck her, give her one from behind and think she swallows" and they laughed. Were they referring to me or just weighing up their options and looking at all the women around the pool? I thought it had better be me they were referring to.

I took my sunglasses off for a second looked across at the blur, put them on again smiled politely and he smiled back raising his eyebrows and made a kissing gesture at me. I chuckled, this was flirting, 'stop it' I said to myself. No no and no again.

He got up walked past me to the poolside bar, "You look good, great legs," he said quietly as he went by. Then on the way back, "Good enough to eat," he smiled licking an ice cream. That's like oxygen to a dying cat, he 'was' flirting with me.

The sun was directly overhead and it felt like my legs were beginning to burn so I threw a towel over my knees.

I still don't know what possessed me but being desired made my heart race and I started feeling quite moist between my legs, actually that's quite normal for me, moist that is. I wanted to be a flirty tease all in one, it's fun being quite naughty. Also, not having a moment to ourselves in a holiday apartment does not give time for much intimacy. I've a good sex drive even after two children and do at times have to take myself away for a little 'me' time.

I made a pretence at reading my book and watched him looking at me. I'd move my legs slightly apart, then a little more apart than was appropriate and watched him stare right at me.

I was being such a tease, I raised my knees up and my legs parted in a rather wide V-shape, further apart than could be considered decent, but the towel hid this from everyone except him. He had the best view in the house.

As he watched me I straightened the swimsuit by running my fingers just underneath the crotch area between my legs, lingering just long enough to make a point. He had a perfect view. I removed the towel and sat up straddling the sun lounger spreading my legs wide. Did the crotch of my costume move a little to far to one side and show a little too much? I wouldn't do such a thing would I, but maybe something was peeking out from the edge?

He didn't take his eyes off me. My husband came back with the kids, then they were off again for ice cream. The great part about being with my husband was that he entertained the children pretty much all day on holiday. A real action man and the love of my life. 

However I looked over at podgy, he caught my eye again, I smiled and moved my hips ever so slightly. Like riding a bike, you just don't forget how to tease.

This guy was still watching me intently as I reached down and nonchalantly and very briefly stroked myself between my legs. I could feel heat and I knew I was nicely moist and I bet he was getting hard.

A few moment later I put my book down.

"I'm going to the bar first and then for a walk," I said out loud as I got up, wrapped my purple patterned knee length beach sarong round my waist, slipped on my flip flops and made my way to the bar.

It was good to have a few moments alone from my family with a large glass of wine. I have the children all day when I'm home as it is, this gave me time to myself and to reflect on how naughty I'd been, I mean how silly I was being.

I was sitting near the bar on a brown leather sofa, the kind that always seems to be part of the hotel experience, sipping my drink and checking my social media accounts on my phone.

I'm felt the sofa dip, looked to my left and there he was, Podgy, the man from the pool sitting next to me. I felt my face burning, I was blushing so much this guy must have been able to feel the heat coming off me.

He looked me straight in the eyes, "Hello," he smiled.

"Oh hello, Hi," I replied and smiled back a little embarrassed.

"I noticed you by the pool, a family holiday?" He asked.

"Yes," I said. "A family holiday."

"First time in Minorca?"

"It is, first time." I said hesitantly.

"Here to relax then?"

"A little, if I could get away from the tribe for a bit."

"Good, good. I like to relax too."

"So, well I," I started.

"I'm Nigel..." he said and I thought could it get any worse, why couldn't he have been a Cameron or Lucifer or, but he was a Nigel.

"Oh, I'm Joanne," I replied thinking that I'd better not call him Podgy by accident.

"Nice to meet you." He said sipping a beer.

"So what about you, are you on holiday?" I asked making conversation.

"I'm part of a golfing holiday group, twice a year we go off somewhere warm to play golf for two weeks."

"Oh, golf," instantly feeling my eyes glazing over, my expression said it all.

"It's not that boring!" He laughed, "there's ten of us, it's a way to get away from our wives and families just to have a good time."

"I can understand that, getting away for a bit," I laughed.

I'm not naive enough that I didn't know he had come to chat me up after my little 'display'. I'm happily married but here I was feeling like a naughty horny teenager again, I could feel the excitement of this encounter building up, a tingle developing between my legs and my heart rate rising. I concentrated on keeping my breathing normal.

He just wasn't my type at all, shorter than me, pudgy with a belly and dark receding hair. The exact opposite of my fit 6'2" Military Officer medal bedecked husband. I'd not have looked twice at him ever, but here on holiday I was trembling slightly thinking the unthinkable. Stop flirting with older fat men Joanne!

"So shall we go to your room or mine, that is unless I've read the situation wrong?" He looked at me his head tilting to the right.

I think this is what they would call a moment of madness, a rush of blood to the head, the moment when I needed to be certified as mentally incompetent and locked up for treatment.

"I think my room would be a little too risky," I heard myself saying like it was an out of body experience.

I could see in his eyes he wanted to fuck me, he put his hand on my knee, his fingers sliding up and over the top on to the inside of my thigh and gently stroking higher, l didn't stop him but unconsciously moved my knees slightly further apart. His fingers brushed lightly between my legs and I let out a long slow breath. I was warm down there, wonder if he felt the heat?

"My room it is then, " He winked and stood up but I hesitated.

He raised his eyebrows held out his hand. On an impulse I took is hand. He pulled me to my feet and we left the bar then when outside we made a detour away from the pool area to avoid anyone, up one flight of some marble slab stairs and we were standing outside his room. We were really a complete mismatch.

A rising feeling of panic suddenly came on me, his room was only two doors away from mine. 

"Look maybe this is isn't such a good idea?" I was beginning to get cold feet and not from the marble tiles, I still had my flip flops on after all.

He stood directly behind me and as I turned his head came forwards, his lips were hard against mine and as his tongue made it's way into my mouth, I joined him and we began to taste each other, and I thought 'peanuts' luckily I don't have an allergy. Was he on tip toes? Sorry I do get these strange thoughts sometimes. Back to what was going in, I mean on.

My head was almost exploding, the risk of being caught in the corridor was a very real concern but the excitement and fear I felt also left me with a warm wet tingling sensation.

He reached round me and had both hands on my backside, rubbing his body against mine, I slid my hands down into the front of his swimming trunks. He was hard and ready, I thought this was his one redeeming feature, he didn't have a good body, he wasn't good looking but holding him I realised his erection was longer than the width of both my hands. Was he an eight or a nine or more? Well I was probably going to find out.

I pushed him back, "we need to go inside now, that's my room over there."

"I know," he smiled, the lock clicked the door swung open and we went in.

The hotel apartment room was similar to mine only the other way round, plain tiled floors, light painted walls and bedrooms to the left and to the right of the short hallway both with en-suite bathrooms. The hall opened out to a large communal room with two comfy sofas, a table, four chairs and a reasonably sized kitchen area. Directly in front was the balcony overlooking the pool.

The door hadn't quite closed and he had already pulled my sarong away from my waist. As the door clicked shut his right hand reached down gently stroking me between my legs.

The sensation hit immediately, my heart raced and it felt like a kaleidoscope of butterfly's were swarming in my tummy. 

I put my phone and key card down and took my sunglasses off, Nigel turned into a blur which was probably just as well.

"Ok, so how about we get comfortable?" He stood in front of me and slowly moved my swimming costume straps off my shoulders.

"I don't usually do this kind of thing," I blurted out, "in fact never, I mean ever, never ever done this before."

I was trembling with anticipation and excitement all wrapped in one.

"First time for everything," he said and pulled the costume down to my waist exposing my small 34A breasts, definitely firm and pert. He ran his hands over them rubbing at my nipples which had hardened. He squeezed them hard, this, a part of me that is extremely sensitive when I'm in the mood and I took in a sharp intake of breath making a little ooh sound.

He didn't say anything just lowered his head a little and began to bite and suck at each one in turn. Well I suppose it was easy for him to reach my breasts as he was at least four or five inches shorter than me.

He pushed my costume further down, over my hips, down over my backside and came back up to kiss me. 

The voice in my head was screaming 'are you completely stupid?' and 'Have you gone completely off your head?' 'You are almost naked and going to fuck a stranger you just met on holiday with your husband no more that a few yards away?' Oh my head was spinning.

I realised my swimming costume had made it all the way down around my ankles. I stepped out of it, left leg first and then right leg leaving my flip flops behind in a pile on the floor in the hall.

I was about to go into the bedroom on the left.

"No, this one on the right, with the door open" he said urgently and walked me backwards into the room kissing me and running his hands all over my body.

Inside the room, the balcony doors were wide open, the room shared the long balcony with the communal room. A supersized bed with the usual Hotel style red trimmed bedding faced the window. Just like my room two doors down I thought.

I looked over my shoulder to the balcony door and realised I was in a room directly above our sun loungers, I could hear my husband and children laughing outside.

"Look my husband and children, they're just outside the balcony!"

The back of my legs bumped up against the side of the bed.

Now here I was, completely naked in a stranger called Nigel's hotel room. You have no idea how fast my heart was racing, my breathing all over the place and I had a slight tremor in both hands as I sat down on the edge of the bed, leaned back and parted my legs wide as an invitation to him. 

"Oh this is so wrong, so wrong so very wrong," he knelt down and a combination of his fingers and his tongue went to work between my legs, one, two then three fingers sliding inside me in a slow rhythm. In and out, in and out, then opening my lips. His thumb found my most sensitive part rubbing that slowly swelling nub in a steady circular motion, first one way then the other.

"You have a perfect cunt, Joanne, warm and wet and ready," he said quietly. He didn't have to tell me what I knew.

I just took a deep breath and made little moaning sounds when he touched me in the right places. I was glad I'd had a trim and wax down below for the holiday, though not entirely hairless it was nice and tidy. Never leave your garden untidy, I thought.

For what seemed like an age his tongue continued to work its magic on me, a pressure was building up inside me, my breathing irregular and faster, I started panting and gasping for air, and then the electricity exploded throughout my body from the source of my pleasure and I screamed out an orgasm. God it was a big one, my back was arching, my legs shook, I was grabbing the covers on the bed, my fists tightly clenched, the pleasure rolled through my body from my feet to the top of my head and every inch of my skin was super sensitised. Just the act of touching me made me tremble. Sometimes orgasms can be too much and this was one of those times, it can totally incapacitate you.

I realised seconds later that while I convulsed with this very big orgasm he'd continued with his fingers until he had got up, dropped his swimming trunks, pushed my legs wide and rammed his cock up inside me. Hooking both of his arms under my thighs he spread and raised my legs so he could be as deep inside me as as possible. I just thought "wow this guy is pretty slick and fast."

He was definitely a nine as I could feel his cock pressing hard against my cervix each time he rammed himself home. All the while my orgasm wasn't leaving me entirely and was telling me it was ready to return with force.

I do orgasm easily so long as the right spot is stimulated, my husband is pretty good at getting me there too, in fact he rarely if ever fails.

The sound of Nigel fucking me was such a turn on too, he had oversized large balls that I'd last seen on my Bruce my dads 10 year old Bulldog, they slapped against my backside like a demolition balls.

Threads of thoughts, panic, pleasure, fear, remorse and lust all rushed through my head "oh, I think he's going to cum inside me, did he put a condom on? I didn't see him? I'm married? This is so good! No it's wrong, stop now! If he cums? Fuck me harder!" But no words were coming out, it was all in my head. What he heard were oohs and aahs and groans and moans and very heavy breathing.

I moved my hips in time with him he went harder and faster and deeper then finally he gasped out a loud "yes" and I felt a warm pulsing rush and knew his cum was deep inside me. "Hell" I thought, "I'm not on the pill, I've no birth control, I mean why should I need it? Now this guy has unloaded god know how much inside me, there's going to be a risk of getting pregnant!"

That thought disappeared almost immediately and while he remained inside me his fingers stimulated that little sensitive nub I have and I came again, massively. I cried out grabbing digging at his back with my nails, it must have hurt him a little as he made a pathetic 'argh' sound. I suppose I did dig my nails in a little deeply.

Nigel rolled off me raised himself looking at me on my back gasping for air.

"That was a big one a very very big one!" I exclaimed getting my breath. His hand reached between my legs and rubbed the thick translucent liquid slowly seeping out over and into my lips his fingers keeping my swollen clit very interested.

"How about we try again?" He chuckled, "for another big one?" He looked down at his semi-hard cock.

"Oh, right," I said and thought please just give me a minute will you, orgasms take it out of me.

He lay back and I sat up, "time for part two" I thought.

I leaned over, opened my mouth and sucked his cock hard, tasting my juices and his cum all at the same time. I settled into a gentle but firm rhythm squeezing his large, no I mean his massively oversized balls and running my hand up and down the shaft.

He groaned and moaned enjoying the moment and he got harder until he was at full length again. He whispered to me.

I stopped and leaned closer to hear him.

"Tell me you want me to cum in your cunt again, say it to me."

I nodded and smiled.

"I want you to cum in my cunt," I said to him a little too robotically and then straddled him.

"No I said I want you to say 'I want you to cum in my cunt again', " he winked, "say it loudly, and mean it!"

I raised myself took hold of his cock and let it rest just between my legs and up against my lips, just with a little pressure to hold him in place.

"I want you," I said loudly, "to cum in my cunt AGAIN!" I repeated it as I lowered myself all the way down beginning a slow and steady rhythm moving my pelvis in time and meeting him.

As I did this I breathed steadily and deeply, reaching down between my legs I pulled my lips apart and played with my still swollen clit. 

I rode him harder and could feel that tension building up again, slowly but surely until I reached the point of no return and came again keeping the sensation flowing through me, skin on fire and he pulled me down on him and his cum flowed freely inside me for a second time.

I stayed on top letting him slip out of me then took his cock in my hands and kept him hard while gravity allowed his second sticky deposit joined with his first to ooze slowly out of me and puddle on him.

A flash of a thought crossed my mind. My face reddened and something in my expression made him speak.

"So what's going on in that head of yours?"

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