This is Part 2 of the fifth story in a collection about Vicky. You should read Voulez Vous Mois Vicky? - Part 1 first, however my other stories about Vicky are standalone and unrelated other than being about the same person. If you enjoy this one you may like the others although they are all different settings/themes. Let me know if you prefer the stories to be in shorter parts or single longer posts.
The rest of the afternoon passed by the poolside uneventfully. Vicky had changed back into shorts and a vest-top and was largely pre-occupied with monitoring the children and talking with the rest of the girls. She didn't react when I caught her eye or smiled at her subtly, obviously trying to ignore all that had just happened. Ever attentive Clive had gone for a knap, no doubt fed up with tending to the children and considering his duties completed for the day. After dinner, it was proposed that we play board games. Someone had found a french game called Carcassonne in the sideboard that Sasha knew how to play. Personally I wasn't that interested and preferred to go to my room to watch a movie. Vicky also bowed out of the first round at least in order to put the children to bed - there was no offer of assistance from her other half.
As I lay on my bed, I struggled to focus on the film I had started to watch, instead thinking about Vicky. I heard her in the corridor saying goodnight and closing the door to the children's bedroom. I listened to see if she rejoined the group, who I could hear talking and laughing in the distance. But it sounded more like she walked in the opposite direction, past my bedroom door and back into her own room. I desperately wanted to go and find her there, but I knew it was just far too risky. I stopped watching the movie and just jerked off - thinking about Vicky's perfect body and the interrupted events of the afternoon. But I didn't have time to finish up before I heard people saying goodnight and footsteps approaching on the tile floored corridor. My wife soon appeared through the bedroom door and after brushing our teeth and changing into our pyjamas we got into bed. I listened to her recounting what else had gone on at the beach after I had left and she asked what Vicky and I had "got up to". I described a quiet afternoon I'd had napping and how it sounded like Vicky had been in a pool for a bit. We fell asleep sometime after 10pm.
I awoke in the dark. I was boiling and I could hear the familiar sound of one of the kids calling out to their mother. I looked at my watch which showed it was about 3am. I contemplated turning on the air conditioning, but my wife was still sleeping peacefully and I didn't want the noise to wake her. I heard a door open into the corridor and the sound of feet padding along the ground past my room. I knew the routine - it had happened every night of the holiday. It was Vicky (obviously) going to settle the child. She would be in there for a few minutes, then she'd return to her own room. I got out of bed and stood by the door to our room which I cracked open, listening for Vicky exiting the kids room opposite. I kept one eye on my wife as I listened but she never stirred. As soon as I heard the sound of the door handle, I slipped out of my room and stood in the corridor, watching as Vicky backed out of her children's room and carefully pulled the door shut with a quiet thud. As she turned to face down the corridor she saw me and jumped, placing her hand on her chest.
"What are you doing!?" she whispered with some exasperation "You nearly gave me a heart attack!"
"I wanted to see you." I replied quietly.
I looked at Vicky in the dark corridor. She was wearing a pair of dark silk pyjama bottoms and a matching shirt with white piped trim. She looked pretty cute. Vicky shook her head in disapproval but I walked towards her, reaching out to take her hand in mine.
"Come with me." I whispered into her ear, breathing gently on it, as I walked past her.
"Are you crazy?!" she protested, yet put up little resistance as I towed her down the corridor towards the main living area of the property.
I led her into the open plan kitchen, retrieving glasses from the cupboard and a jug of ice water from the fridge, which I used to fill the glasses. I refilled the pitcher from the tap and returned it to the fridge, handing Vicky one of the glasses at the same time. The light emitted by the open fridge allowed me to see see her pyjamas were blue and that her prominent nipples were visible through the thin material. I hadn't noticed that on previous mornings, so I guess she put a bra on for modesty.
"It's pretty hot..." I said in a hushed voiced "...we just happened to go for a drink at the same time."
I took a drink of water and watched as Vicky nervously did the same, then we stood looking at one another in the light of the almost full moon coming in through the kitchen windows. I approached her, placing my glass on the kitchen island next to us, locking eyes with her, just as we had in the pool earlier. As I moved in to kiss her, I took the glass from her hand and placed it next to mine. My hands now empty, I placed one behind her head and the other in the small of her back, pulling her towards me to embrace her. Our lips met and we started to make out passionately yet again. I wanted her and she wanted me.
My hand wandered up and down her body, feeling her bottom through the silk pyjamas. I ran my fingers through her hair as I held her face to mine and probed her mouth with my tongue. I could feel my erection growing in my own pyjama bottoms, tenting outward and pressing into Vicky's thighs. Then I put my hands under Vicky's arms and lifted her up like a child, sitting her on the island. I began kissing her neck and collar, as I unbuttoned her pyjama top. I got two buttons undone before Vicky grabbed my hand and stopped me, fearful that someone might walk in on us. But two buttons allowed me to pull her shirt open sufficiently to access her now long, hard nipples. I reached into one of the glasses on the counter next to us and removed what remained of a half-melted ice cube from it.
Vicky took a sharp intake of breath as the cold fragment of ice touched her breast. I traced it around her areola and up over her stiff nipple. The cool water tricked down her chest and was absorbed by the silk beneath. I alternated between her left and right, tending to the frozen teat with my warm lips and tongue as I teased the other with the cold ice-cube.
Vicky's breathing intensified as she was aroused by the attention given to her sensitive, swollen nipples. Her chest heaved up and down as the alternative warm-cold sensations sent sparks of pleasure through her little breasts. I reached my fingers into the elasticated waistband of her pyjama trousers and slid my hand inside, cupping it over her soft cotton panties as I reached down in between her legs. I could feel her heat radiating from within her. My fingers pressed through her underwear, deep into the soft tissue of her pussy and almost immediately I felt the cotton become wet, saturated by the slick fluid as Vicky creamed her panties at my touch.
"Ahhhhhhhh" she let out a suppressed groan into my ear, as I massaged her through the sodden fabric and the palm of my hand kneaded her engorged clit.
Soon there was no more ice left in either glass to tease her with, My boner was raging and I was desparate to complete what I started that afternoon. Removing my sticky hand from insider her trousers, I lifted Vicky down off the island, directing her to turn around and lay face down over it. Vicky giggled as her exposed tits made contact with the cold tiled surface of the countertop.
"Shhhh" I chastised her as I knelt behind and pulled her trousers and underwear down around her thighs.
Vicky's ass was incredible. Softly illuminated in the cool blue moonlight, her tight, toned glutes were flawless - like a teenager's - but she was in her thirties! The petals of her glistening wet pussy lips enticed me to press my nose deep between her cheeks and extend my tongue to taste her for the first time. Vicky moaned as I stimulated her inflamed loins. Her juices flowed over my tongue and I relished her taste in my mouth as I nibbled on her long succulent labia.
"Ohh shit!" Vicky exclaimed in a whisper, as though experiencing something for the first time.
I fawned over her undercarriage for several minutes, lapping my tongue over every inch of her pussy and ass, dipping my tongue into her clenched sphincter and over scarred taint. She loved it when i placed my palms on her ass and peeled her cheeks apart so I could lick the entire length of her crack, causing further giggles of enjoyment each time I did it. Eventually I felt I was about to erupt spontaneously and could delay no longer. I stood up and leaning over her body, slid my rock hard manhood between the folds of Vicky's pussy, penetrating deep inside her in a single fluid motion.
"Hahhhhhh" Vicky yelped as I stretched her taut, filling her to capacity in one, unexpected thrust.
I grabbed one of the kids plush toys, which was sitting within reach on a nearby seat, and shoved it over Vicky's mouth to smother her louder expressions of pleasure as I oscillated back and forth. There was little I could do about the clapping of my thighs against her ass cheeks each time I bore down into her pussy. Nor the squelching sound as my cock squeezed into her tight hole, displacing the air inside her and forcing Vicky's copious secretions out from inside her. I felt her juices dribbling down over my sack - I'd never experienced a women like this.
With each stroke, muffled squeals of delight emanated from Vicky's gagged mouth and I could feel my own climax approaching as I concentrated on not grunting whenever Vicky's strong pelvic muscles clenched down on my primed canon. I was getting so close, trying to decide whether I wanted to cum on her ass or over her face and tits. (Of course I really wanted to cum inside her but I didn't want to risk the complexities such a move could result in!). I could sense that Vicky was at the edge and I wanted her to be satisfied so I held on with all my might as I continued ploughing her.
"Yes! yes! yes! YESSSSS! AHAHAHAHHA" Vicky's stifled cries were the first clue to the detonation of her orgasm.
They were immediately followed by her thighs quivering, the sensation of her pussy spasming rapidly around my shaft and the noise of even more of her cum being ejected around my balls. I lay atop her out of control body, my cock remaining deep inside her as she experienced her first orgasm with me.
Eventually her shaking subsided and unlike earlier, this time I gently withdrew from her. As I pulled out, Vicky dripped onto the gusset of her panties, she was so wet it was unreal. Like she hadn't cum all her life and suddenly someone had opened the floodgates. My cock was still standing to attention, glazed in Vicky's syrup and I knew I wanted her to lick it off me. But just as I helped her up off the counter, we both heard a door opening down the corridor, followed by the padding of bare feet on the stone floor.
I couldn't believe my misfortune. Again?! I stepped back from Vicky and pulled my pyjamas up. Vicky reached between her legs and tried to wipe herself quickly with her hand before pulling up her panties and bottoms. Then she began to frantically trying to do up the buttons of her pyjama top, her fingers struggling to achieve the required dexterity - either a result of the fear now taking over or the aftershocks from the incredible climax I had just given her.
I lifted one of the glasses of water and took a drink just as our friend Jill rounded the corner from the main hallway.
"I thought I heard giggling!" she whispered as she walked across the living space towards us, "Did the heat wake you guys up too?"
I nodded, holding my glass in the air to show her, the double-entendre not escaping me.
"Yeah I settling the little one..." Vicky replied "...sorry if we got to talking too loudly."
Jill walked around the island to the fridge and opened it to retrieve the water jug. She left the door open as she turned around to fetch a glass and fill it. Vicky was on the ball, she moved to positioned herself between me and Jill, obscuring my unmistakable tenting hard-on from Jill's sight.
"Oh, you've got a wee touch of the sun there Vicky" Jill observed as the light spilling from the fridge illuminated Vicky's still flushed chest and cheeks.
Vicky peered down and realising how much of her chest was still on display, self-consciously did up the remaining button on her pyjama top.
"Hah!" Vicky smiled "Must have not had enough sun cream on this afternoon."
"You want to keep that covered up" Jill replied.
Jill's tone and expression were difficult to read. Was there sarcasm... was she suspicious? I didn't know. She closed the fridge door and back to the other side of the island. The room was once more only illuminated by the moonlight and my erection hidden by the kitchen island.
"Well, I think I'll just take this back to my room and try to get back to sleep." Jill whispered as she walked back towards the hallway leading to the bedrooms.
We wished her goodnight and listened to her footsteps growing ever quieter as she made her way back to the end of the corridor
"That was too close, again!" Vicky whispered as we heard the sound of a door closing.
"Tell me about it!" I said sarcastically, referring to my still unsatisfied boner.
Vicky looked down at my crotch and smiled at the sight, before looking back at me. I tilted my head, looked down and motioned with. my eyes. Vicky glanced back towards the hallway, but then obligingly (or dutifully?) knelt down at my feet and pulled my trousers down over my still moist, protruding shaft. It caught on my waist band then recoiled, bouncing up and down next to Vicky's face. Her eyes followed it until it stopped, then she wrapped her small, delicate hand around the base and began to stroke it firmly.
Her fingers glid easily up and down through her own lubricant. I loved feeling her thumb and forefinger pass over my exposed glans as she drew my foreskin back and forth over my corona. A little trickle of precum spurted from my pee-hole and dribbled down onto Vicky's hand. Her strokes were rapid and rythmic, quickly restoring my state of impending climax. She knew what she was doing.
"I'm close" I whispered to her "can I put it in your mouth?"
Vicky's expression was one of surprise and aversion. She paused her effective handjob and examined my veiny, slick member. Then after brief consideration, she tentatively extended her tongue and licked the underside of my shaft, where my foreskin connected. Not immediately repulsed, she placed her pursed lips against the tip, kissing me gently then slowly opening them to allow my large member to pass through into her mouth. The transition of my sensitive head from the cool air into Vicky's warm, wet mouth felt amazing, then I felt her tongue beginning to lick all over it, occasionally probing my pee-hole.
"Like this?" Vicky asked quietly, pausing her fellatio.
"Mmm hmm" I responded, quickly directing my shaft back into her open mouth and beginning to rock my hips to slide it a little further inside.
I guided Vicky on what I assumed must have been her first experience giving head and she was a good student. Encouraging her to continue stroking my shaft as she had been so adeptly doing, I also took her other hand and directed her fingers to tickle my brimming, aching balls. Her tiny little digits pleasingly stroked my scrotum and occasionally brushed against my taint. I was in heaven and could resist for little longer.
I placed my hands around her face and cheeks gently before asking the question.
"Oh that feels so good Vicky, thank you." I praised her, want her to know how much I appreciated what she was already doing for me before pushing my luck. "Can I cum in your mouth?"
Vicky's eyes grew wide, like they had done earlier in the afternoon, perhaps at the thought of me unloading at that very moment, as my cock was plunged deep in her mouth. Realising her shock at the idea, I quickly followed up.
"It's okay!" I assured her "Just stick out your tongue."
Vicky trusted me and released my cock just as I began to feel the familiar clenching sensation of my impending ejaculation. She opened her mouth wide and stuck out her tongue, looking up at me, her hand still stroking my shaft back and forth sending me over the edge. My legs buckled a little as a thick spurt of creamy white cum flew out of my cock over her face, a second following in quick succession, with less energy, pooling on her extended tongue. A final rope added to the second, creating a shallow pool of semen which rolled off into her open mouth. Vicky attentively continued milking my wilting member, squeezing every remaining drop of my ejaculate out of the tip and into her open mouth or onto the back of her hand, intimately maintaining eye contact as she did so.
When she was finished, she stood up and spat it into one of the glasses on the kitchen island. Swallowing was obviously a bridge too far. But I was content that she had been willing to do that for me, in spite of her obvious distaste. She took a drink from the other glass and swirled it around in her mouth before spitting it back into the glass containing my cum.
I pulled my trousers up and embraced her again, wiping the cum splatter on her cheek with my t-shirt.
"Thank you" I whispered into her ear as we petted one another again "that was amazing."
"Mmmm" Vicky sighed "yeah it was. But we really should go back to bed!"
I looked at the grandfather clock in the corner of the seating area - we'd been cavorting together for almost half an hour!
"I wish we could sleep together." I longed aloud.
"I think even Clive would notice that! Or did you mean on the sofa?" Vicky mocked in a hushed voice "that may arouse suspicion tomorrow morning!"
"If Jill isn't already..." I reminded Vicky.
"Oh shit, yeah!" Vicky said under the breath as I took the glasses over to the sink to rinse them out before placing them in the dish washer.
We walked back down the hallway together, once again holding hands. When I got to the door of my room, I kissed Vicky gently on the lips again.
"Can we do this again?" I asked, hopefully.
"There are four more days of holiday..." Vicky replied, before making her way down the corridor.
I watched her cute bum wiggling in her pyjama bottoms as she walked away from me, until she disappeared inside her bedroom. Then I slipped back into my own room, past my sleeping wife and into the bed.
There were four more days of holiday left, but I was hopeful this wasn't just a holiday romance. I knew she wanted me.