This is the fifth story in a collection about Vicky. The stories are standalone and not related other than being about the same person. If you enjoy this one you may like the others although they are all different settings/themes. This time I decided to split it into two shorter parts rather than longer single post. Comment if you have a preference.
I'd been counting down the days to this vacation for several months now. Work was stressful and I really needed a break. I had a booked a large villa in France, on the outskirts of a sleepy little village near the sandy beaches of Bay of Biscay. It was my wife and I, her friend Vicky, along with her husband Clive and kids and a couple of mutual friends, Jill and Sasha. 8 of us in total for a sunny summer week. I wasn't that keen on the two little kids coming but I guess they came as a set. In the end they were actually fine - happy if they were on the beach, in the pool or eating ice cream, which amounted to most of their waking hours. Aside from being unable to finish a conversation with one or other of their parents without interruption, and the early morning yells for their mum, I didn't really notice them.
The children were an acceptable compromise for having Vicky around. I liked Vicky a lot. She was smart and funny. I enjoyed chatting with her (even between interruptions). I always felt a connection with her that I didn't feel with my wife's other girl friends. The odd knowing look, or sideways glance at things we found mutually funny. A subtle smile seemingly shared only between us. Maybe I was overstating it, but it seemed like there was a spark between us. Oh, and she was hot.
From the moment I was first introduced to her when my wife and I were dating, I thought Vicky was attractive: petite, shoulder length natural blonde hair and a pale complexion, with big brown eyes and a cute smile. I guess in those days I was too captivated with my wife to be distracted by other women, but over the years, I guess I'd developed a bit of a crush on Vicky. And while I'd noticed she had a nice butt whenever she wore denim, this week was the first time I'd ever seen her in anything more revealing.
Vicky had packed a blue-green one-piece bathing suit for her holiday. Modest? Yes. But to some degree that made her all the more alluring: my mind having to fill in the blanks. The first day in the villa I had been lounging on the deck chair and Vicky had walked past. She was accosted by one of her kids and forced to bend over right before my eyes. Her backless bathing suit had ridden up a little, revealing her smooth, toned, ivory glutes. I had to put the book I was reading over my crotch for a few minutes!
It was now day three of the holiday and I was pretty relaxed. As per the previous three days, we had made the five minute drive down to the beach after breakfast. However, unlike the previous days, this time Vicky had stayed behind at the villa, leaving Clive in charge of the kids (or potentially the other way around). This was the first time I had seen him having to take responsibility for his offspring. Generally it was Vicky left chasing around after them, but for whatever reason, today it seemed she had been given a well deserved morning to herself. In reality there were plenty of babysitters on hand so that he wouldn't have to concern himself too much - not that he ever seemed to anyway.
I managed a few hours on the sand, then lunch at a beach side restaurant, but by early afternoon I had my fill of the kids and the increasing afternoon heat. I decided to walk back to the villa on my own. I figured it would only take about 20 minutes and the tree-lined road back would provide welcome shade from the blazing sun. In reality it was more like 35 minutes before I was walking up the short gravel drive to the villa.
"Hello" I announced as I opened the front door, trying not to surprise Vicky.
No answer came. I peered out of the rear patio door to the garden and pool area at the far end, but couldn't see any sign of her. I assumed she was in her room, perhaps taking a siesta. I decided this was no bad idea, so grabbed a cold drink from the kitchen and made my way down the cool hallway to my bedroom.
It was dark inside, the curtains remained closed to keep the morning sun out and the temperature lower. However, the sun was now on the other side of the property so I opened them up along with the french door to the garden in order to let some air in. Then lay down on the bed. Just as I was about to sip my drink, looking out the open doorway, I saw a hand appear from behing the back of a sun lounger.
Vicky placed a book on the ground and stood up, looking in my direction. I raised a hand to wave and smiled at her, but there was no acknowledgement. I realised quickly that the unlit room was in shadow and the sun was shining back over the roof towards her, so it was probably impossible to see inside from Vicky's vantage point on the pool deck. I was about to call out to her when Vicky reached across her chest and slipped one of the straps of her bathing suit off her shoulder lifting her arm out of it, followed by the opposite side. I assumed she was about to apply some sunscreen and figured I'd hold off announcing my presence just yet. I was hopeful she'd have to pull the front down entirely to apply lotion to the little cleavage Vicky had exposed.
But I couldn't have predicted what she did next. Turning back towards the pool, Vicky slid her whole bathing suit down over her hips, and let it drop to her ankles, before stepping out of it. My mouth hung open as Vicky stood completely naked in the sunshine, her pale white cheeks on display. I watched intently, willing her to turn around again, but alas she did not. However, she did reach down and pick up a bottle of sunscreen from the chair, beginning to apply it to her newly exposed regions. I watched as she seemingly massaged her chest thoroughly with the lotion, before squirting more from the bottle and reaching around to rub it into her lower back, hips and buttocks. Watching her petite hands rubbing the lotion attentively over her bare ass, going so far as to part her cheeks slightly and slide her fingers between them, gave me a semi.
When she was satisfied she was suitably protected from the sun, Vicky discarded the bottle back onto the sun lounger and walked towards the pool, descending down the steps into the water. The pleasing wiggle of her naked bottom and a fleeting glimpse of what may have been the side of a nipple was all I saw, before Vicky disappeared out of my sight below the edge of the pool. All I could do now was listen to the gentle sloshing of the water as Vicky enjoyed her cheeky (pun intended) skinny dip.
I was stunned! Vicky was usually so reserved, to the point of prudishness. Her clothing was modest - her swim suit was a prime example - so I never imagined she would be stripping down to her birthday suit outside of the privacy of her own room. (Although I had imagined her in it!). I lay on my bed contemplating what to do. I realised there was a golden opportunity here, a plausibly deniable way of getting a look at Vicky's goods. She had been the one to strip naked in a public area, I could hardly be blamed for walking up on her. I convinced myself in short order and, getting up from the bed, pulled off my t-shirt and made my way towards the pool.
I was barefoot and my approach was obscured a little by a tree which I purposely kept between myself and Vicky until as late as I possibly could. As I approached the fence around the pool area I could see her completing a turn at the deep end and beginning to swim back towards me, but she hadn't yet noticed me approaching.
It was only when I pulled open the mesh gate that the creaking sound alerted her to my approach. Her head looked up and her eyes widened as she saw me stepping onto the decking. Immediately her arms and legs broke their stroke and flailed violently to arrest her approach, causing ripples in the water around her that obscured any clear view of her nude body below the surface. Vicky stood at about the midpoint of the pool, covering her breasts as best she could with one arm and her other hand between her legs. Her cheeks and ears flushed a crimson red as I stood staring at her.
"I thought nobody else was here!" she blurted out mortified, crouching to keep her body under the water, "don't look!"
I couldn't help but laugh out a loud, a result of the schadenfreude I was experiencing as I continued to look on at her. For a brief moment I could have sworn I saw her almost crack a smile too at the absurdity of the situation, before suppressing it.
"It's not funny! Could you pass me my bathing suit and turn around please?" Vicky reprimanded in a serious, teacher-like tone.
It was at this moment that I did something crazy and to this day I do not know what possessed me. Maybe it was the million little looks or subtle smiles Vicky and I had exchanged over the years, the feeling I had connected with her on some level, or just the surplus of endorphins brought about from being on holiday. Whatever it was, I took a chance on her good humour. Stepping past Vicky's discarded bathing suit, I sat down on the sun-warmed concrete edge of the pool, then hopped down into the shallow end.
A look of confusion appeared on her face, that I hadn't immediately obeyed her instructions and was instead approaching her empty handed. This was replaced by a look of shock when, with my waist just below the waterline, I pulled down my own swimming trunks and deposited them on the poolside. For a second time, Vicky's eyes grew wide.
"I don't mind." I said, looking into her big brown vulnerable eyes as I started to walk slowly towards her.
I wasn't sure what she could see of me under the rippling waves, but I was feeling confident in the appearance of what was a decent semi at this stage, in spite of the cool water.
As I approached her, Vicky began to back away. But her movements were small, half-steps backwards. If they were an attempt to escape, they were half-hearted - the distance between us quickly closed despite my slow advance. They seemed more like a tease... a test to see how far I was willing to pursue her. In a few seconds I was within a couple of meters of her. The water was lapping against her chin, while only up to my chest. I was looking down through the shimmering surface at her body, refracting through the waves, as she took another step back.
This time however, Vicky had miscalculated. The pool dropped off quickly at the deep end and she failed to make contact with the bottom. Losing her footing Vicky's mouth and nose suddenly slipped below the surface. As her nostrils filled with water, panic set in and her arms flailed again, searching desperately for something solid to support her, but there was nothing to grab.
I stepped forward into the deeper water and reached out my arms, grasping her naked body and drawing it in towards mine. Instinctively Vicky wrapped her arms around my shoulders and her smooth legs around my thighs, hauling herself up my trunk to elevate her head out of the water. I felt her little, soft breasts pressing into my chest as I placed a hand on her bare bottom to support her. Vicky coughed and spluttered over my shoulder, unconcerned by our naked embrace for now, as she focussed on clearing her lungs of water. Placing my free arm around her back, I patted her shoulder reassuringly.
"Are you okay?" I asked compassionately, when her coughing had finally subsided.
Vicky's panicked, tense muscles relaxed and she leant back so we could face one other, nodding her head. Our noses were almost touching and we locked eyes. It felt comfortable, not awkward. Instead of clinging onto me, Vicky allowed me to take her weight in my arms and actually hold her. Not that there was much weight to bear, there was little to her and the buoyancy of the water meant she was really just floating in my arms. I caressed her smooth ass with my palm, allowing myself a gentle squeeze of her toned glute as my fingers slid ever so slightly between her cheeks. I enjoyed the intimacy of Vicky's exposed, slender body involuntarily rubbing against my own as she bobbed calmly in moving water and her calves brushed up the back of my thighs.
I tilted my head and moved in towards her, about halfway, stopping to feel her warm breath on my lips. Vicky reciprocated, coming within a hair's breadth of contact but holding short to allow me to complete the negotiation. Our lips touched and our eyes closed. I moved my hand from her back up onto her neck, my fingers moving through her wetted hair. I felt her heart rate increase, the beating transmitted through her bare chest as she pressed against me. We held our lips together for a second or two before Vicky backed away a little, opening her eyes and looking back into mine. We shared a knowing look, like one exchanged countless times before, yet it's meaning never so explicit as it was in this moment.
I squeezed Vicky's ass more firmly and pulled her head towards mine, locking lips once more. This time, we opened our mouths in unison, neither leading the other. I felt the tip of her tongue venture in to stroke my own and I slid my tongue back over hers, entangling them just as our bodies were. As our tongues danced together, I began to reach further down between the legs Vicky still had wrapped around me, until my fingertips began to stroke the tender, fleshy folds of Vicky's pronounced, uncovered labia.
Vicky inhaled through her nose as she realised where I was now touching her. I wiggled the tips of my fingers gently over her smooth, wet lips, tickling and teasing her intimate regions while my own organ began to stiffen in the water, As we continued to kiss and I carefully explored Vicky's pussy, the tip of my cock, now rigid and straining toward her, began to poke into her.
Still holding her in my arms, I walked towards the steps in the corner of the shallow end of the pool. As we transitioned out of the deeper waters, I took on more of Vicky's weight, eventually kneeling to set her down on the lower steps, enabling her to recline against the upper ones. Perhaps not the most comfortable position, but I think she was suitably distracted from any discomfort caused by the sharp edge of the steps.
As Vicky lay back, our mouths separated and her eyes opened again. She looked back at me nervously, as if awaiting my approval while she presented her naked form to me, uncovered and unabashed this time. Kneeling between her spread legs, the water now only up to her waist, I had my first unobstructed view of Vicky's beautiful little breasts, glistening in the sunlight as beads of water rolled down them.
While unimposing, they were perfectly proportioned to Vicky's slight frame. I ran my hands slowly up her thighs, over her hips, and then up her sides, savouring the advance towards my goal. My thumbs passed over the flat plains of Vicky's flat, toned belly, eventually reaching the foothills of her breasts, where I no longer felt the corrugations of her ribcage under my thumbs, rather the soft pillowy skin as I began the ascent toward her twin peaks. Vicky sighed as my hands moved inwards, encircling each mound to massage her. Then as my thumbs passed over her stiff, brownish-pink nipples, folding them down over her small puffy areolae until they sprung up again on the other side, Vicky let out a childish giggle. I played with them between my fingers, fascinated by their length as they seemed to continue to swell and harden yet further. Whatever Vicky lacked in cup size, she seemed to have been compensated with the most sensitive teats I've ever known a woman to have. Vickys giggle's transformed into intense moans of pleasure as I manipulated each of them as I normally would a clitoris, and they seemed to be capable of provoking a comparable intensity of pleasure in her! I wondered if it would be possible to get her off just by teasing her nipples?
But I didn't want to waste what I figured could be my only chance to know her body. I reached down between her legs to fondle her labia once more. The water was sufficiently shallow to see her conjoined inner lips protruding from between her tiny slit. I brushed my fingers back and forth softly over them until they eventually separated and I was able to run a digit up between them. Everything was underwater, yet I could still feel Vicky's slick secretions enabling my finger to glide frictionless through her pussy up to her now prominent clit. As soon as my finger made contact with it, Vicky's arousal stepped up a gear.
"Ahhhhhh" she exhaled, her head tilting back onto the top step and her eyes closing.
I continued to work on her right nipple and her clit simultaneously, with coordinated flicking and encircling, using my thumb and forefinger. Vicky's moans and breathing intensified with each pass. Her clit became swollen and large, emerging like a glistening pearl on the cushion of her little plump labia majora. Her sounds of pleasure caused my own arousal to increase and my throbbing cock longed to enter her. I moved up over Vicky's glistening body, being careful not to put my weight on hers (given the harsh steps she was laying atop), and as I moved I delicately inserted two of my fingers inside her, continuing to massage her clit with my thumb.
"Mmmmm that feels so good" Vicky whispered as my head tucked in next to hers to kiss her neck.
Her pussy contracted around my fingers as I stroked her internally. She was incredibly tight for a mum of two. The medicine ball in her living room had clearly done the trick! My erection was resting against her inner thigh and i felt it touch the back of my hand as I got into position. After preparing the way for a little while, I slowly withdrew my fingers from inside her and grasped my shaft to guide it into position, sliding the tip through her blossomed, inflamed lips down to the threshold of her narrow opening.
As a moved forward my bell-end began to stretch her pussy wider, sliding snuggly into her warm, lubricated passageway. Vicky once more exhaled loudly. I was well endowed and my entrance stretched her wider than my two fingers had.
"Ohhh fuck!" Vicky exclaimed as she felt my thick shaft sliding ever deeper within her.
No sooner had I felt her taut opening encircling my corona as my head passed inside, then I heard the unmistakeable sound of tires rolling up the gravel driveway, followed by the faint hum of a car engine. The beachgoers were back!
Vicky and I both stared at each other for a fraction of a second, momentarily frozen in panic. Then I launched myself up off the steps, yanking my manhood from within her without any warning. Vicky let out a yelp as my engorged bell end ripped out of her sensitive, strained orifice. I hauled myself up the side of the pool, grazing my boner against the concrete edge as I did so, but the pain didn't register. I was singularly focused on doning my trunks before anyone caught us!
Vicky rolled onto her knees and struggled to her feet before hurriedly ascending the steps to stand opposite me glaring and pointing in the direction of her one-piece. I had no time to take in the unobscured full frontal she now presented me with, as I hauled my trunks over my protrusion and tucked it into the waistband. I tossed Vicky her swimsuit, and then counted the agonising seconds it took her, frantically struggling to put a tight fitting bathing suit back on her still wet body. I heard the car doors opening and shutting and decided I had to make a break for safety. I ran from the pool area across the garden and back into my room, turning to see Vicky separately trying to rearrange her swimwear over her breasts, attempting to obscure her enormous pokies. As I pulled the curtain shut I heard a splash which I assumed was either Vicky falling back into the pool in her frenzy, or just the only way she could think of to hide her protruding nips as her kids bounded across the garden, excitedly screaming for their mother, followed by the rest of our party.