Paula thought it was just another holiday but with Ernie away she was surprised at her response to another man
Paula had come back to the room, as the heat was getting to her a bit and Ernie wanted to go and look at the Castle. She said she would have a lie down to cool off for the evening. She was not sure if she had dropped off but was disturbed by a knock at the door, assuming that it was Ernie she got off the bed and crossed the room she only had her bra and panties on. She released the catch on the door saying come in and turned straight into the bathroom without looking to check that it was Ernie. She heard the door shut and thought she heard him say hello, but later she had to admit it did not sound like him. She came out of the bathroom passed through the funny net curtain that the Turks seemed to use to separate the entrance from the bed room and there by the window was the fellow called Peter from the gang that sat at the big table. Before she could duck back to the bathroom he turned, she looked at him and decided that is was no use trying to cover herself up there was nothing to hand and it was almost the same as if he met her on the beach wasn't it?
“I am sorry” he said “I was looking for Ernie”, he appeared slightly flustered. She told him it was OK it was not his fault as she had let him in assuming that it was Ernie. She was watching him particularly his eyes, they were not looking at her face. She had noticed that after his initial shock he looked at her breasts for some time and then he moved down to her hips, or was it the dark shadow in her panties that attracted his eyes. She was aware that the dark shadow of her pubic hair would be visible through the thin cotton. She had purchased these thin cotton undie’s because she knew how warm it was going to be but she had not bargained for wearing only them when meeting another holidaymaker particularly of the male persuasion in her bedroom. She knew that the correct thing to do would be for him to leave and for a brief second it passed through her mind what Ernie would do if he found himself in a similar position to Peter. She suddenly had this urge to be a little naughty and make him endure the discomfort of being in some one else's bedroom with their wife in just her rather scanty underwear, being her bra was thin cotton too he must be able to see the outline of her nipples which she sensed were getting hard.
"Ernie has gone to look at the Castle so I don’t suppose he will be back until around four" she told Peter. Even as she was saying this she was getting naughtier by moving closer to him and then standing with her legs slightly apart, he was still watching her "hips" so he must have been able to see more of her pubic shadow. He said "That’s OK it was nothing that can't wait, I shall see him at dinner". As he was saying this she now caught a glimpse of her self in the mirror, she knew her breasts were feeling odd but she could see that her nipples were erect and could be seen with plenty of detail. The truth was that even the colour was showing through so the scant layer of cotton that was covering nothing up. They don't usually stand up like this unless Ernie has been fondling them so seeing Peter standing there with the lump in his shorts looking at her scantily dressed body was having a really dramatic effect on her. The fact that this relative stranger was able to see her body like this, rather than appalling her was exciting her and as this thought went through her mind she felt a rush of dampness in between her legs this also was a new experience because she was usually a bit on the dry side. She looked in the mirror for a second time and saw the moist patch appear in the crotch of her panties, he must be able to see this as well as her nipples and realise that something was arousing her. She looked down and wondered if the lump that was rising in his shorts was something to do with her own display.
She moved further round the room towards him taking note that the lump was getting bigger, she decided that she was not going hide the fact that she was looking directly at his lump as he was staring at her crotch. "Do you like what you see Peter" she asked him. He jumped "Oh sorry I was staring, yes I must admit I do like ladies with ample breasts and yours are ample indeed". She did not know what had got into her but she just could not seem to stop what was happening in fact she was actively encouraging it to happen. All she knew was there was about one and a half hours before Ernie was due back and she was alone, nearly naked in a bedroom with a man who obviously by the size of what must be his erection was thinking about what he could do to her body. With that thought she asked him if he would like to see them free of the sparse covering of her bra. She had moved closer by this time and allowed her hand to brush against his bulging shorts. He let out a groan and shuddered, "That would be rather exciting", he replied. "I often fantasise about burying my face in some large breasts and I would love to bury my face between them”.
She smiled “Well then you had better undo my straps and let them loose”, with that she pressed her breasts into his chest and began undoing his shirt buttons. He reached round behind her and quickly unclipped her bra and moved her straps off her shoulders, the flimsy article was now only held in place by being trapped between their bodies. Her nipples were that hard that she could feel them being pressed into his chest as well as into her breasts. She had undone all the buttons on his shirt so she took a step back to enable her to pass his shirt over his shoulders, of course this manoeuvre released the pressure on her breasts and allowed her bra to fall to the floor. Peter let out a gasp and said "Oh my, they are phenomenal and look at your nipples so hard and proud”. Before he could touch them she pulled his shirt completely off and dropped it on the floor with her bra. “Is that better Peter” she asked he replied that it most certainly was and took hold of her breasts, one in each hand. She winced not in pain but in pleasure with the sudden rush of sensations that flooded her system as he gently massaged her breasts and especially when he ran his thumbs over her nipples. She said to him that it was only fair for her to have hold of something of his as she reached for the flies on his shorts. He nodded in agreement; she thought about what she was doing. Never mind what she had done up to this point being wrong here she was about to undo this strangers flies release his manhood and do whatever came next with apparently no qualms for the consequences.
She released the last button and pushed all these thoughts to the back of her mind as being irrelevant in her need to find out what he had got in there. She put her hands over his hips then pulled him close and slipped the waistband of his shorts over his buttocks, and what nice feeling buttocks they were she let the shorts slide away down his thighs and onto the floor, now there was only his pants covering up his bulge and she desperately wanted them off as well. She could not get the pants down in one pass because of his erection at the front, but massaging his rear end felt good. She pulled his body closer and felt the hardness of him pushing into her thigh,”It’s a nice bum you have here” she told him working her hands around the mounds. “Thank you I climb a lot of ladders in my job so I assume that that helps to keep me reasonable fit”, he continued to massage her breasts to her great pleasure. She decided that it was time for her to see what was really in the front of his pants, she reached inside and felt his rod of a penis and trembled with anticpacaion. She closed her hand round it and gently persuaded it to bend downwards so she might ease them over the lump it caused. She pushed his pants down his thighs until they fell to the floor on their own accord; she kept hold of his penis as it to sprang back to its free erect state. She took a sharp intake of breath as she felt it respond to her holding it; she took a step back to take a look and was stunned by what she saw.
His penis was really erect it stood straight out from his belly and must have been nearly seven inches long, the foreskin was pulled right back from the glens which was engorged and strikingly shaped and must be getting on for well over an inch across. The rest of the shaft must have been the same and the whole thing was hard very hard. Her immediate thought was that she must have this all in her as soon as possible, she felt a stirring inside her and a further increase to the dampness between her legs. Again there appeared to be no perception as to the rights or wrongs of what she was doing just a need of self-gratification. She gave it a slight squeeze and stroked it to encourage his juices to flow; he gave a groan and said, "That is good it is very good". So she stroked it again and this time she passed her hand over the end of it and a flood of his sap flowed out into her hand. With her hand full of his juices she passed it over the end redistributing the slippery mass round the end and over the shaft. With this slimy mass now all over his cock she was able to slide her hand easily up and down the length of him and especially around the magnificent swollen end. She could feel the effect this caressing of his penis was having on him, as his hands became more urgent as they played with her breasts. With each stroke he leaked more of his juices into her hand and all at once she found herself letting go and moving her fingers towards her mouth. Then she had them in her mouth and was sucking and licking his juices off them so now she had some of the flavour of this stranger in her mouth what was she thinking.
She as amazed at herself for taking her fingers into her mouth but after the initial shock of what she was doing she found the taste pretty good, she had cleaned his juices from her fingers and hand and was licking her lips. She was surprised that the flavour was rather sweetish and not nasty at all. She wanted to taste some more but thought it silly to wipe it off his penis onto her hand and then lick it up from there, why not get it fresh from the source. She led him towards the bed and turning round she sat on the edge this brought her face and his genitalia into line, he was trembling slightly she assumed with anticipation. She stroked his shaft and a rather large globule appeared at the end and with no hesitation she licked it off and into her mouth. She then passed her tongue round the end and collected as much as possible of the previous juices then it was back to the end and more stroking and licking and tasting. Now here she was licking the knob of what was a total stranger whom she only knew in passing and meeting in the dinning room and bar. These thoughts went through her mind briefly when really she was only interested in milking the next bead from the end of his penis onto her tongue, and then to taste it in her mouth.
Peter could not believe how things were progressing here he was standing facing a semi-naked woman while she milked his penis into her mouth; he had only passed the time of day with her and her hubby and chatted to them in the bar. He wondered if she was going to go the whole hog and give him a complete blow job, and that thought released a sudden surge of his juices. Paula made a humming noise and asked him what did he do because that sudden rush of juices with new flavours was just the job, could you do it again? This licking of his member was getting her worked up; she could feel her own juices dribbling out of her fanny on to the bed sheets. She stopped drooling over his cock and eased herself onto the bed making sure she did not let go of her prize. I think its time to move on a bit she told him and lay back on the bed keeping her right leg flat so she could keep hold of his cock. He settled himself on one elbow next to her and proceeded to caress her breast before moving his hand down onto her stomach. She giggled as his hand tickled her when he moved it over her navel. She was still slowly milking his juices from his penis and spreading them down the length of it, the whole thing was one slippery pole. His fingers were now entwined in the top of her pubic hair whilst his mouth was hoovering her breasts; she raised her left leg and laid it outwards exposing her vulva to him. "Play with me Peter” she told him. This was out of character for her because whenever Ernie moved his fingers down there she was very wary. She always told him to "be careful" Was it influenced by what she was playing with in her right hand or the excitement of having a stranger play with her intimate bits. Peter needed no second request, he pushed fingers through her hair and along the outside of her lips this made her shudder. He stroked the full length of these until he reached the bottom. "God Paula you are soaking wet down here" he told her, I know she told him so just use those fingers to good effect When he started to stroke upwards his fingers had become covered in her juices so they were extremely slippery. She was already near to an orgasm when he suddenly plunged two fingers into her vagina; this sent her straight into a massive body shuddering climax. She had never had two fingers plunged into her like this and it was mind-blowing, why had she stopped Ernie doing it to her all those times she could had had these climaxes for years. Peter was stroking his fingers in and out of her pussy and she was riding them like a jockey, “I think I want the real pole in me now Peter before I blow up”.
Peter nodded "OK" he said and began to manoeuvre his body into position, just hold on a minute Paula told him. She reached over to Ernie’s bed and grabbed the hard pillow, this she placed beneath her bum and pulled it under her hips so the entrance to her vagina was lifted off the bed she now opened her legs as far as she could completely exposing her soaking wet vulva and her outer lips which were puffed and bright pink. She knew from doing this with Ernie that it allowed maximum penetration and she wanted all of Peter's cock in her even if it would not fit at the beginning, she wanted it to fit by the end. Making herself comfortable she looked Peter in the eye and said "Take me now Peter." She reached between her thighs and gave his very hard penis a last milking spreading the slippery stuff down the length but she knew she was wet enough for both of them. She laid back and waited for him to enter her, there was no thought of Ernie in her head at all only of Peter and his magnificent erect hard hot shaft. Peter was now positioned between her wide spread thighs, “Are you OK with this" he asked her. “Am I OK with this, just you bury that outsized living thing in me right up to the hilt this moment or I am going to explode"
She gasped as she felt the hot end of him touch her inner thigh she reached down and steered his shaft until it was just touching her outer lips she then let go and told him to dive in and bury that huge cock in her, he did. He pressed the end of his cock against her outer lips and proceeded to push, his glans was just the thing for opening her labia and with the surface covered in all the slippery juices he was quickly sliding in. Since the end of his cock had the perfect tapered shape the progress into her was relatively effortless as he pushed inwards she was being stretched gradually. As more and more of him slid inwards the sensations were something new, with her nerve ends already alive the action of enlarging the entrance to her vagina and then pushing into her proper was causing little fireworks to go off inside her. "Just take It slowly Peter". "Is it hurting" he asked. "No but because your bigger than I am used to the stretching is making little fireworks go off in me and I don’t want to miss any so don’t stop as I am in heaven.
Peter did not stop and she stayed in heaven as he pushed more and more of that mind-blowing cock into her. After what seemed like an eternity and thousands of fireworks she felt his progress slow, she become conscious of some resistance to the steady progress he had made in plunging into her and an increase in the fireworks as he reached a tight spot deep in her vagina. Peter stopped pushing and said that she was getting really tight and was it still OK or was it hurting. I felt the resistance to you she told him but I think it is because I have never had a cock so far in me and it is virginal up there, just keep pushing and unless I say stop as it is hurting keep going until its all in as far as you can get it. Before he commenced pushing again she felt between her thighs to find out how much more length she had got to take delivery of, her hand made contact with his shaft and joy of joys she felt over an inch still outside her vagina so there was further pleasure to come she just let out a groan and told him to thrust the rest of his phenomenal knob up her and to hell with the consequences.
Peter started to push into her again and the fireworks went off, she could feel the end of his knob thrusting open the upper reaches of her passage it was like being a virgin again. As he kept pushing his fabulous penis into her she was on another level of reality, she could not believe the sensations that she was experiencing from having this man entering her body. At last he seemed to have got his entire shaft into her as he stopped shoving; he laid lightly on her keeping his weight on his legs and arms. “How do you feel now” he asked, “I can’t describe what I have been feeling except it is like one massive firework display in my head and body and that is only getting you into me so what it will be like when you start thrusting steadily towards a climax I just do not know but don’t lets waste any more time talking just start shagging me I want to find out how breathtaking it all can become”. She thrust her hips upwards and felt his penis move even further up her channel producing a shudder that wracked her body, with a moan she wrapped her legs round his hips and pulled him into her, “just shag me until I give in” she told him “start now because I can’t wait any longer”, and start he did.
Paula could not believe how good it all felt, Peter was taking his time there was no rushing just a steady thrusting as he buried his cock in her and then withdrew it until it was almost out. Each time he plunged in the last little bit was the most pleasurable it was the last inch that created so much sensation in her, each time the end of his awesome cock seemed to get a little further into her until she felt his testicles bang against her buttocks then she knew he was right inside. She whispered in his ear to keep the rhythm and depth up as she was at the peak of her climax, the last word came out as a sort of strangled scream as she surrendered herself to the trembling of a new high. She thought that she was at a peak with all of her body shuddering and every nerve going of like firecrackers.
Peter let out a groan and rammed his superb member even further into her and held it there with his body going rigid she realised that he was about to climax himself. His end was well and truly jammed into her upper reaches were no cock had ever been, she was like a bow, quivering as she waited for what ever was to come and come it did. She felt his already engorged end swell deep inside her vagina setting her nerves even more on fire and then an explosion of red hot fluid spewed out forcing its way into every little nook and cranny. Paula could not believe the sensations that emanated from that area of her vagina and started to spread through her body, when with another grunt Peter blasted her insides with a further charge of his hot cum. Twice more he unloaded quantities of his steaming sticky fluids into her passage and she found that she was getting a lot of extreme pleasure from the sensations that were originating from her hot quivering vagina, at this moment in time she felt she truly loved Peter or at least his rampant cock. She had her arms tightly round his upper body whilst her legs were wrapped round his lower back with her heels jammed firmly into his buttocks holding him in her as forcibly as was possible; she wanted to keep his hot end and fluids right up in her.
Slowly he relaxed and moved to take his weight on his arms and legs. “Don’t let it pull out at all” she told him, “I want to savour the feeling of your considerable cock and hot fluids permeating my insides”. He obliged by keeping his manhood buried as deep in her as possible, he gently kissed and caressed her breasts which she found very pleasing this action was letting her down sensitively. She had made no effort to kiss him in any way although she wanted to as a response to his touch, she believed that by not doing this she was staying loyal to Ernie although deep down she knew that this belief was deeply flawed as a kiss was nothing compared to what she was doing with this man and his body. She began to calm down and start to think rationally again. “We had better stop this now as I do not know when Ernie is going to be back, it could be any time and he could catch us like this”. Peter agreed, he did not want to be caught like this by any husband even if as in this case she had led the way from an innocent encounter to rampant steamy sexual intercourse, which he had to admit he enjoyed immensely.
Paula moved her feet from his buttocks and released him by opening her legs, she relaxed allowing her thighs to open wide enjoying the pleasurable sensation as he slowly pulled is cock out of her still trembling and hot vagina. Peter eased his penis slowly out of her; it was actually beginning to soften anyway so it was time to pull out. She could feel him shrinking as he pulled out and could hear the fluids slurping as they too were sucked out of her by his piston like cock, she could feel his cum oozing out of her vagina still hot as it ran down her vulva. He rolled over and she watched as the source of all the pleasure she had just experienced slowly shrank, it was covered in a mixture of his spunk and her climatic outpourings. Like Ernie’s Peters foreskin did not cover the end of his penis and now it was flaccid it was about the same size, amazing the difference when it was erect. “Do you want to clean up a bit as I am sure all this gunk will make wet patches on your shorts”. Peter said it would be a good idea to remove at least some of the evidence. “Use the yellow flannel and the towels on the right” she told him, he rose from the bed and went into the bathroom. Paula sat and admired his derriere as he crossed the room; it was really firm and rounded. She could just make out the shape of his testicles through the chink and also noticed that it was quite hairy in the crack but not to the extent of spreading over his buttocks, lovely she thought. She realised that she was playing with herself whilst dreaming over Peter’s backside, her fingers were wet with the juices running out of her vagina and she had an overwhelming desire to taste them. She took her fingers into her mouth and began to suck the slimy residue from them, she was surprised that the taste was not all that disgusting in fact she found it was rather pleasant so she dipped her fingers into the cleft between her thighs and tasted herself and Peter some more.
Peter emerged from the bathroom crossed the room and put his shirt back on, there was a short awkward silence. Paula looked up from the bed, “Peter” she said “That was the greatest sex I have ever experienced not just because it was totally spontaneous and should not have happened but because of your technique, the size of your penis and the amount of red hot liquid you filled me with”. “Well thank you” Peter replied “I must admit that for me it was the almost virgin like openness of you and the fact that you were a virgin to a penis the size of mine when I reached right into you it was so good for me as well”. She looked up at him, “Tomorrow Ernie is going on the trip to look at some more castles in the afternoon, I was supposed to go but if I tell him I felt much better for the rest during the heat I would think he will go on his own. So if he does would you like to come here and we could have some more phenomenal sex and this time know that we would have two hours in which we could indulge ourselves”. Peter could not believe what he was hearing, she was inviting him back tomorrow for a repeat or even better time, how could he refuse. “Of course I would like to very much and it should be no problem”. “Good” she replied, “I will tip you the wink tonight in the bar, I will say OK Peter if it’s on”. “Right” he replied “I will answer with the same, I had better be going in case Ernie turns up and I can’t wait until tomorrow”. “Neither can I” Paula replied as he left. She sat there for a little while thinking about what she had done and what she was planning to do tomorrow, she could still get out of tomorrows liaison but did she really want to. She thought she heard the door go so she got off the bed to tidy herself up in case it was Ernie but he did not appear then she thought how could he as there was only one key and that she could see on the dressing table, she thought to herself that she had better get on.
She had just got out of the shower when there was a knock at the door, it was Ernie. Paula let him in and retired round the room to her side of the beds trembling slightly from nerves she asked him in what she hoped sounded a casual manner what his afternoon had been like. He did not appear his normal self for some reason but she was so anxious about her own problems and if Ernie knew or found out about this afternoon and Peter that she did not notice his reticence. Without looking at him she enquired what sort of trip was it, he replied that it was OK a bit hot. He went into the bathroom and had a shower when he came out he had a towel round him and all the other towels over his arm. “You seem to have soaked both your towels” he said to her as he walked towards the balcony he sniffed her towels and said “they are a bit whiffy, I’ll hang them over the balcony”. Her heart began to pound, would he smell any trace of Peter on them or was it just coincidence, he gave no other sign of suspecting anything so she calmed down maybe she was just jumpy because of what she had been up to.
They went out to the little restaurant in the town that they liked so much and had a pleasant meal; she calmed down as the evening wore on and Ernie seemed to relax or was it the wine. They walked back to the Hotel arm in arm this she found nice but she could not stop thinking about what had happened in the afternoon and what she had planned for tomorrow. Ernie suggested looking in on the cabaret which suited Paula as she had not seen Peter since he left the room and she needed to confirm with him that tomorrow was on, once more her need for this association started to override her sense of decency. As they entered the bar area she could see Peter and Joan sat with some people on large round table to one side, she recognised one of the other fellows as Harry, Peters work mate and his wife Sofia. Ernie said that they should go and sit with them and headed off for the table, she was happy to follow. As they approached the table Peter looked their way and smiled she was not sure what it meant but then everybody was looking and Ernie greeted them and held a chair for Paula just opposite Peter. A waiter appeared and Ernie ordered a round of drinks and settled into his chair, then he did a strange thing at least Paula thought it odd. He looked squarely at Peter and said to him “OK Peter”, this threw Peter as he was not expecting this from Ernie and it rather buggered up Paula’s plan for letting Peter know that tomorrow was on as she could hardly ask the same question. “Yes I am fine” Peter replied to Ernie’s question giving Paula a quick look, his face she saw had a sudden look of panic, was he thinking the same as her, did Ernie know about the planned tryst and the agreed signal that all was well or was this all coincidence.
Nothing else happened for the rest of the evening for Paula to think that Ernie had any suspicion of what was going on, she began to relax a little. After a couple of drinks or so the cabaret finished and everyone just sat around chatting and laughing in general. Ernie left the table to go to the loo and Paula took the opportunity to move nearer Peter and ask him if he was okay, the signal that as far as she was concerned it was on for tomorrow afternoon. Peter responded with an okay much to her delight. Ernie returned and had another drink and later everybody went their separate ways, Paula climbed the stairs thinking about tomorrow. Ernie was pretty quite on the way up, when they got into their room he commenced fiddling with the camera and had a coffee. She asked him if he had taken any good photos, “Quite a few, some will probably be of interest to you.” But he did not offer to show them to her instead he placed the batteries in the charger and proceeded to get ready for bed.