First Prize (Part 2)
- Bazil Le Neve
- Oct 7
- 40 min read
Updated: Oct 11
This concludes the story of two relative strangers during their short stay at a luxury spa.
When I woke up the following morning my initial thought was how much of the previous day had been a dream and how much had been real. What had happened was so incredible it could easily all have been a fantastic dream. I opened my eyes and found myself looking up at the high ornate ceiling: at least the hotel room hadn’t been a dream. I could smell the scent of coconut massage oil lingering in the air; I could sense the source was close to me. I looked to my left. Lying serenely next to me is Nicola, fast asleep, her hair tousled. So that bit hadn’t been a dream either. I push the duvet down and Nicola’s bare breasts are revealed just as I recall them: firm and perky. They weren’t a dream either. I push the duvet down further until Nicola’s pussy is uncovered. Again, it’s much as I recollect it – maybe slightly redder than I remember. I roll over onto my side to face Nicola. I put my hand between her legs and soothingly caress her vulva. It instinctively opens up but I resist inserting my fingers, opting instead to softly stroke her labia. I snuggle into her and kiss her softly on the neck just below her ear. Nicola stirs, turning to face me.
“Mmm, that feels nice.” she murmured softly, “Good morning Honey.”
“Good morning Gorgeous.” I replied, continuing to stroke her pussy.
“What time is it?” she asked, matter-of-factly.
“Eight-thirty.” I replied.
“Would you mind if we went down to the restaurant and grabbed some breakfast?” she enquired, “Although I’d love to stay in bed and let you rub me down there, I really am quite peckish. I find sex always makes me hungry.”
So that bit hadn’t been a dream either!
She swung her legs out of the bed, stood up and padded her way around to the bathroom completely naked, seemingly totally relaxed that I was watching her. She really was a treat to the eye, with the most adorable bottom.
Within fifteen minutes we were both wrapped in our robes making our way along the corridor to the restaurant. About halfway along Nicola started giggling. She stopped and turned to me grinning.
“I’ve been really brave. I’m not wearing anything under my robe. It’s really liberating.” she chuckled.
As she spoke she opened up her gown to flash her naked body at me.
“I’ve been brave too.” I responded with a laugh. “I’m not wearing anything either!”
I opened up my gown as well so that Nicola could see that I was naked too. At that very moment the young, pretty staff member Melissa – the one with the very short skirt - emerged from an adjacent bedroom carrying some towels. She spied the two of us laughing and flashing each other; she must have seen that both of us were nude beneath our robes. The unexpected view caused her to drop the towels. We all spontaneously crouched down to retrieve them. In so doing Nicola and I gave Melissa an even closer view of our naked bodies. For her part Melissa afforded us a tremendous view up her little skirt so that we could see she was wearing tiny yellow panties. We all quickly scrambled to our feet, Melissa clutching the towels, Nicola and myself wrapping ourselves in our robes and securing the belts. I was worried that we’d severely traumatised the young girl so I sought to apologise to her.
“I’m so sorry! I hope you’re not distressed by what you saw?”
“No worries. I didn’t see anything that I’m not used to seeing here.” she reassured us with a wink, “I’m glad to see that you’re getting into the spirit of the place and enjoying your stay with us.”
We scurried away from the poor girl, giggling like a couple of mischievous school kids. We arrived at the restaurant, and despite it being busy, we were seated next to the Scandinavian-looking couple once again. We traded ‘Good mornings’ and sat down. We were soon tucking into a delicious full-English breakfast with copious tea and toast.
“I’m stuffed!” Nicola announced, mopping up the last of the tomato sauce with her bread.
“You certainly demolished that lot.” I replied, noting her clean plate.
“I told you; sex makes me hungry.” she giggled., “I wasn’t expecting to do what we did last night.”
“Neither was I.” I admitted, “It was fun though”
“It was!” Nicola agreed, “Hopefully we can do it again before we leave.”
I nearly choked on my tea at her openness. I wasn’t used to her being so forward.
As we sat and chatted I noticed that the tall blonde Scandinavian woman on the next table had loosened her robe again so that on occasions her nipples popped out. Below the table I could see that her legs were spread wide so that her pussy was clearly visible as it had been at dinner yesterday. I wasn’t so worried about being caught looking this time, so when she smiled at me I reciprocated by smiling back and loosening my own robe so that she could see between my legs under the table. Her grin broadened and she mouthed silently ‘Thank you.’
“What are we going to do between now and our treatments?” Nicola is saying, “We’ve got about an hour to spare but I’m too full to use the pool or hot tubs.”
“Shall we take a stroll around the grounds? We’ve not looked at the gardens yet.” I suggested.
“What? Like this? In our robes.” Nicola asked dubiously.
“Why not? It’s a warm day and others are doing it.” I replied.
To confirm my point a couple dressed in just their robes wandered by the window in deep conversation.
“Okay. Let’s do it!” Nicola smiled.
We got up, said our ‘Goodbyes’ to the blonde couple and made our way outside to the gardens. It was already pleasantly warm and sunny. There was a slight breeze that played with the gaps in our robes but not to the extent that we thought they’d blow open. Indeed, it was quite exhilarating feeling the air on our bodies. The formal gardens close to the house were fairly busy with guests so we ventured further out into the landscaped grounds. They were all impeccably well-tended to. As we had hoped, the further from the house that we walked the fewer guests we encountered.
Quite by chance we happened upon a grassy knoll topped with a folly in the form of a mock ancient Greek temple. From the top of the rise we were afforded a magical panoramic vista of the house and gardens. Off to one side there was a large lake that we hadn’t previously noticed. Despite having a great view out, the location itself was quite secluded, with tall trees to the back and to either side. Rays from the rising sun filtered through the branches to give an ethereal, whimsical feel, each beam of light a delicate brushstroke on the canvas at our feet. Underfoot it was a tapestry of moss and soft grasses, like a delicate green blanket wrapping the world in a warm embrace, inviting every step to dance in delight, as if the ground itself were carpeted. It was an enchanting, romantic place.
I looked around, it appeared as if we had the place to ourselves, although the trees provided opportunities for ambuscades and places to lurk. I turned to face Nicola. She looked at me inquisitively, sensing I had mischief on my mind. I took hold of the belt around her waist and pulled it loose. Her gown opened up to reveal her gorgeous naked body. I’d never tire of looking at it
“That was naughty!” she said, her giggly voice confirming it was said in jest rather than reproachment.
Nicola took hold of my belt and did the same to me. We looked at each other’s naked bodies and smiled. I was already partly erect. We moved together and embraced. As we kissed I lovingly stroked Nicola’s sweet, soft pussy. In turn she was fondling my manhood which was responding to her now familiar touch.
“It’s a shame we haven’t got more time.” Nicola sighed, “I want to do it right here.”
“Sorry?” I questioned, not grasping what she meant.
“I want to have sex with you, right here in the open.” she clarified, “You’d like that wouldn’t you?”
“Would I! I exclaimed, “We could always meet up here after our treatments?” I suggested.
“Lets!” she shouted excitedly.
We carried on fondling and kissing for a few moments more, then we re-tied our robes and set off back towards the main house. When we got to the reception we went our separate ways – Nicola to the beauty rooms, me to the massage rooms. We vowed to meet up back at the folly in just over an hour. I couldn’t wait!
I arrived at the designated treatment room – a single one this time – to be welcomed by Carly herself. She was dressed in her familiar cerise scrubs. The treatment room was laid out much the same as the one we’d used previously, but this one only had one bed instead of two. There was the same soft music playing in the background and the air hung heavy with the scent of massage oils: a sweet concoction of nutty and floral aromas. The room was subtly lit with concealed lighting. Carly directed me to a changing cubicle to the side.
“Make sure you have a nice warm shower. Once you’ve dried you can come back out here. As you’re booked for the FBM Plus, there’s no need to wear a towel.” she winked.
I was desperate to get back to Nicola as soon as I could so I showered and dried as quickly as possible. I thought I could hear faint voices coming from the treatment room but it could easily be on the radio. Unperturbed and wishing to speed things along I discarded my towel and emerged from the cubicle naked. To my horror I was confronted by Carly talking to Melissa. I immediately cupped my hands over my vitals.
“There’s no need to hide your bits.” Carly grinned, “Melissa just popped in with a coffee for me, and to bring me my appointment sheet for tomorrow. Although she’s only young she’s used to seeing naked men all the time in here, aren’t you Melissa?”
“I am. Indeed I saw his cock earlier today.” Melissa chuckled, not giving any explanation on how she’d come to see it, “It’s quite impressive.”
“Did you hear that? Melissa says your cock is impressive. I think you ought to show it to her again, don’t you?” Carly chuckled.
Hesitantly I took my hands away from my nether region Carly and Melissa both smiled as my semi-erect cock was revealed.
“You’re right, it is rather impressive.” Carly beamed, “I think you’ve seen enough for now Melissa. You better leave us so I can get on with my work.”
Melissa had one last, long look at my manhood then left the room, a cheeky grin on her face.
“Thanks for that.” Carly said, “Now sit on the bed and I’ll give you the show.”
I climbed onto the bed wondering what Carly had in mind. Carly stood directly in front of me, gave me an enticing smile and without any hesitation whatsoever, lifted her pink tunic over her head to reveal that she was wearing a pretty pink lacy bra. The loose-fitting tunic had concealed how slim Carly was, and how well-developed her breasts were for one so young. I’d barely taken in the splendour of her upper body before she was pulling down her scrubs trousers to expose a tiny pink thong that matched her bra. With barely time for a breath she had removed her bra and was lowering her thong. I gasped in disbelief as everything came into view.
The contrast between Carly and Nicola couldn’t be more emphatic. I recalled how nervous and hesitant Nicola had been to undress. Whereas Carly had stripped off in next-to-no-time, and was now standing in front of me completely naked, with everything on display, bold, confident and carefree. The urgency to see Nicola again suddenly didn’t seem so pressing.
I say that Carly stood before me completely naked, that’s not entirely true as she had left her white ankle socks and trainers on, which she explained she needed to get a grip on the floor when she was massaging. She looked so young, fit and adorable. Her soft brown hair tumbled in waves over her bare shoulders and extended down to her nipples. Her body was stunning: she had a slim ‘hourglass’ figure with those gorgeous breasts and wide hips. Her tits were circular and close-set, with virtually no separation between them. I mentioned earlier that I’m not great at estimating breast sizes but I would say hers were probably an E maybe even an F – they were certainly a lot bigger than Nicola’s. Her skin gleamed with youthful health and vitality, like morning dew on a petal sparkling with new promise. She was entirely shaved or waxed ‘down there’, her pussy a rosy hue, small and tight.
“Well?” she asked, a glint in her eyes, "Like what you see?"
“You’re gorgeous!” I sighed, “Absolutely adorable!”
“Thank you.” she beamed, then moved on to the standard safety spiel, “Now remember, I want you to totally relax. If you have any pain, discomfort, or any qualms about what I’m doing, just tell me and I’ll stop. I’ll take it nice and slow. At times you may feel my naked body against yours, that’s fine, but you’re not allowed to deliberately touch me – and definitely no groping. If you’re a good boy I may let you have a feel at the end. Understood?” she smiled, her eyes lit up like starlit skies, wild and mysterious, yet full of promise, as if they held secrets of promises yet to be fulfilled.
I nodded excitedly.
“Also by going ahead you are giving me permission to touch parts of your body that I wouldn’t do normally during a massage. Is that okay?” she continued.
“Yes please!” I enthused.
“A simple ‘yes’ would have been fine.” she giggled, “I’ll be using a super-sensual oil containing lavender, jojoba and sweet almond. I can guarantee that you’ll be turned on.”
“I’m turned on already!” I admitted.
“So I can see!” she chuckled, looking at my erection, “By-the-way, the oil makes a great lube. I’ll give you a tube before you leave in case you need it in the future.” she added.
“I hope it’s got a long use-by date?” I smiled.
That made Carly laugh.
“Now lay down on the bed, on your stomach. That’s if you can with that sticking out!” she chuckled.
Ignoring her jibe I did as I was told. Carly squeezed some of the warm sensual liquid onto her hands and rubbed them together; it smelt divine. As she had done previously, she stood to one side of me and leaned over me.
“You’ve got lots of finger marks on your back and buttocks that weren’t there yesterday. Were you a naughty boy last night?” she sniggered.
“I may have been.” I confessed sheepishly.
Carly placed her hands on my shoulders and started to knead her thumbs deep into the muscles. Once she’d finished with my shoulders she started working on my neck. She moved around to stand in front of me so that my shoulders were facing her. She rubbed her knuckles firmly across the tops of my shoulders. I could feel the tension melt away like snow under a warm sun.
Carly moved to the bottom of the bed and picked up my feet, remembering how sensitive they were. Once she had manipulated both of my feet she started on my legs. This time she didn’t stop at my buttocks; she massaged those too. She complimented me on my gluteus muscles, which she said were well-developed – at least I think it was a compliment! She also said that my panniculus adiposus was not overly fatty, and that my bottom’s characteristic rounded shape was due to muscle not fat. Basically she was saying that I had a nice bum! She certainly gave it a good feel.
She moved along the bed so that she was level with my torso. She squeezed more of the oil onto her hands and placed them on my bottom; they made a slurping noise, like raindrops in a puddle, as she fondled my cheeks, giving them the odd sharp slap that took me by surprise but felt so good. I then felt her place the palm of each hand on either side of my spine and start to work on my back. It was noticeable how little tension I had in my back and shoulders compared to yesterday. She didn’t have to work nearly so hard on my problem areas, and there were no knots present at all.
Satisfied that my back and shoulders were fine, Carly took hold of my left wrist in her hands and lifted my arm up from the bed. As she worked her magic on my arm my fingers were brushing against her soft little pussy. She didn’t admonish me at all; indeed she moved in closer so that I could apply more pressure to my strokes. Satisfied with the results she moved around to the opposite side of the bed and repeated the process with my other arm. This meant I could fondle her sensitive pussy with the fingers of my right hand, using tickling and rhythmic movements, which I found more satisfying, and from Carly’s moans I think she did too. I was so tempted to slide a couple of fingers inside Carly’s vulva but I recalled her warning about no groping so I resisted, confining my contact to light tickling with my finger-tips.
Carly then asked me to flip over so that I was laying on my back. I complied without question. Not surprisingly I was totally erect. I saw her look at my stiff cock and smile.
“That’s redder than I recall it was yesterday.” Carly smiled, “Did it see action last night?”
“It did.” I blushed.
“You were a naughty boy!” she chuckled, “I trust you’ve saved something for me.” she added cryptically.
I was still contemplating what she could have meant by her comment when Carly moved to the top of the bed, put her hands on my head and gently massaged my scalp. I found myself staring up at her chest which was just inches above my head; her breasts were wobbling as she rotated her fingers. Unbelievably she leaned in closer and pressed her bare breasts against my face. I thought she was going to smother me – what a way to go! My member was responding to the sensation and my erection got firmer, sticking up proudly like an English Oak. Carly had obviously noticed because she giggled and said:
“I can see you liked that! Time to give it a treat don’t you think?”
I couldn’t believe it could be treated any better than it had been already. How wrong was I? Carly moved down level with my midriff, rubbed some more of the oil onto her hands then placed them between my legs. Very gently she caressed my balls; the sensation was exquisite. I felt so vulnerable knowing that just one misplaced squeeze would cause me intolerable pain, yet the pleasure was delectable. Next she wrapped her delicate fingers around my member and rubbed it soothingly, sending a shiver of stimulation throughout my body.
“I think you’re ready now.” she said obscurely.
I didn’t know what she meant. She let go of my manhood and I heard scraping as if a chair was being dragged across the floor. The next thing I knew Carly was climbing onto the bed, onto me! She sat astride me, looking down at me her eyes burning with fiery promise. From this angle her breasts looked even more imposing.
“Yesterday you said you wanted to fill my slot. Well now is your chance. Do you still want to?” she spoke with flirty passion.
“I’d love to!” I exclaimed in disbelief.
Carly smiled broadly then gently lowered herself onto me. I felt my member press against her labia, they opened and I knew I was inside her. She leaned forward and I fondled her magnificent breasts as she rhythmically slid up and down my shaft. She leant in even further – her slim body was so flexible like a willow bending in the breeze. I couldn’t believe how accommodating her pussy was; it had seemed so small and tight yet it was accepting the full extent of my member right to its base. Her soft hair tumbled onto my face, we kissed, long and passionately, she tasted so sweet, like drizzled warm honey. Her movements got more rapid, more intense; she got increasingly vocal. I couldn’t hold back any longer, I thrust up and released. Carly let out a scream so loud that I was concerned it would bring people running into the room worried for her well-being. Spent, both physically and emotionally, we laid together for a few minutes more, kissing softly.
Eventually Carly climbed off me. I noticed her pussy was glistening damp and vivid red like a freshly bloomed rose kissed by the morning dew.
“I hope you enjoyed that as much as I did.” she said, breathing heavily.
“You were terrific!” I extolled her, “I wasn’t expecting that at all.”
“All part of the service.” she grinned, “Well, for some clients anyway.”
I wondered if Carly knew that I wasn’t one of the wealthy clients, and that the only reason I was there was because I’d won a raffle? That First Prize was certainly proving to be worth winning. That reminded me, I was due to meet Nicola at the folly. Was it bad that I’d put her out of my mind during my delightful dalliance with Carly?
Hopefully without coming across as too rude or abrupt, I explained to Carly that I needed to make my excuses. We hugged one last time during which she fondled my member and I stroked her pussy. As promised she gave me a tube of the oil that she’d been using, then I went into the changing cubicle and slipped back into my robe. When I emerged Carly had put her undies back on and was bending over to pull her trousers on. I couldn’t resist it; I pulled her little pink thong down to her knees and gave her bare cheeks a sharp slap.
“Ouch! That stung!” she yelped, “If I knew that you liked that sort of naughtiness I would have got some toys out of my cupboard. I’ve got a leather tawse and some bamboo canes.”
“Next time.” I said, “There, is that better?” I asked rubbing her reddened bum cheeks.
“You could at least kiss them better.” she giggled.
I stooped down and kissed her bottom. She turned to face me and I planted a kiss square on her sweet little pussy.
“Mmm, that was nice.” she murmured softly, “You best go before I’m tempted to make love to you again. I’m so ready for it.”
I was tempted too but I remembered my rendezvous with Nicola. I gave Carly a quick kiss on the cheek and made my escape. My last sight of Carly was of her pulling up her thong, a big smile on her face.
I made my way as hastily as I could back to the folly. When I arrived I found Nicola sitting on the grassy knoll. She looked radiant, a picture of vitality. I sat down beside her.
“I was beginning to think you’d stood me up.” she said, sounding disappointed rather than annoyed.
“I’m so sorry. My massage took longer than expected.” I explained (I thought it best not to elaborate why it had taken so much longer!). “You look terrific by-the-way!” I added, hoping to move the conversation on to safer ground.
“Thank you!” Nicola beamed, “I feel terrific too! I’ve been thoroughly spoilt!”
She went on to enthusiastically explain the various beauty treatments that she had received to her face, neck, hands and feet. When it came to describing her feet she held her leg up to show me and her gown fell open exposing her pussy.
“Whoops!” she giggled, “I didn’t intend to show you that much!”
“I’ll never tire of seeing it!” I smiled, taking in the splendid view, which Nicola seemed in no hurry to hide.
“Isn’t it strange. Two days ago I would’ve been absolutely mortified if you’d seen so much as a glimpse of my panties. Now I’m not that bothered about what you see – even my pussy.” Nicola smiled, “I remember being so embarrassed at the fete because my dress was blowing up in the wind and I thought someone may inadvertently see my undies. I was so close to running home and not coming out again for days!”
“Are you less self-conscious because you’re comfortable with me?” I asked, somewhat hopefully.
“That’s partly it. And it’s partly to do with the relaxed atmosphere here.” Nicola suggested, and went on to elaborate, “Earlier, when I was in a rush to meet you, I didn’t secure my gown very well. As I came through the garden I met an elderly couple that stopped me to chat and invited me to smell some particular flowers – I can’t recall what they were, Freesias I think. As I stooped down to smell them my gown came undone. The lady, who was very prim and proper, told me in a very upper-crust voice: ‘Miss, are you aware that we can see your fanny?’ To which the elderly man added in a similar posh voice, although coughing somewhat, ‘It’s all rather delectable.’ If this had happened any other time I would have been horrified. I would have wanted the ground to open up and swallow me. As it was I barely blushed; I didn’t even rush to cover up. Mind you, I don’t think the old man was too worried, he did seem to be having a good look!”
“I’m not surprised; your ‘fanny’ is rather delectable!” I mocked, putting on a posh accent.
“Naughty!” Nicola scalded me then continued, “Although I’ve never been to a nudist camp – I wouldn’t be brave enough – I imagine it’s the same sort of feeling.”
“Shall we try it?” I giggled.
“What? You want to go to a nudist camp with me?” Nicola sounded doubtful, “I don’t even know where there is one.”
“I wasn’t meaning that. I meant shall we get naked now?” I clarified, “Apart from a few people in the distance we’ve not seen anyone. I’m game if you are?”
Nicola hesitated for a moment and then said, “Okay! Let’s do it!”
Given that we were only wearing our robes and slippers it didn’t take long for us to get naked. Nicola didn’t show any hesitancy at all, in fact she whipped off her robe quicker than I did, completely at ease with me seeing her totally naked. And boy, did I love seeing her totally naked! When I’d got my gown off Nicola had a good long look at my partially erect cock.
“It’s rather red?” she observed suspiciously.
“Is it any wonder given what we did last night?” I responded.
“I suppose not!” she giggled, “Are we going to do it again?”
“Try to stop me!” I beamed.
We wrapped our arms around each other and lay together on the mossy ground; it was so soft and spongy beneath our bodies, warm and inviting, cradling us in its gentle embrace. It smelled pungently earthy, awakening our natural urges, inviting us to sink in and explore.
So that’s what we did; we laughed, larked and explored like playful kittens. It felt so exhilarating to be out in the open, a slight breeze caressing our bodies, the heat of the sun’s rays warm against our bare flesh, the rustling of leaves above. Every sense was alive. Our circumstance was made even more tantalising due to the inherent jeopardy that we could be discovered at any moment.
We gambolled together; at times I was fondling Nicola’s firm little breasts, while she gripped my buttocks; then we frolicsomely rolled over amidst a cacophony of laughter and I had my hands between her legs caressing her pussy, and she had her hands between mine stroking my manhood – which was now fully erect. At some point during the melee we must have changed our orientation on the slope; instead of laying perpendicular to it we were lying across it. Like Jack and Jill we suddenly found ourselves tumbling down the hill. Over and over we went, hugging each other tightly and in hysterics. Fortunately it was only a shallow gradient and a short distance to the bottom, and it was grass and moss all the way.
We came to rest at the bottom, roaring with laughter. I was laying on top of Nicola looking into her sparkling emerald eyes, full of mirth and merriment. Her lustrous hair had splayed out on the ground to frame her beautiful face like petals on a sunflower each strand catching the light as if nature itself had decided to celebrate her beauty. She looked heavenly.
“Ready?” I asked.
She instantly knew what I meant without further explanation. She bit her bottom lip suggestively, grinned provocatively and nodded. I raised myself up slightly to take the weight from her. She parted her legs. Taking hold of my erection she worked my foreskin back and offered my dome to her labia. The sensation of that initial touch was electrifying. I sensed her open up. Maintaining eye contact I lowered myself slowly into her. She was so eager that she lifted her pelvis to meet me. I felt myself go deep inside her, noting how wet she was. She started to gyrate energetically beneath me. We kissed longingly as our bodies became one in a frenzied dance of passion. Any concern that I may have had about being spent on my earlier exploits with Carly were quickly dismissed. Nicola’s face contorted with pleasure as I released – not once but multiple times. She groaned increasingly loudly as she reached her own peak. When it was over we laid in each other’s arms, breathing heavily, hearts racing. Eventually I rolled off her and laid on my back looking up into the azure sky. I can’t recall ever seeing it so clearly or feeling so alive.
“Wow! That was great.” Nicola purred, “That’s the first time I’ve ever done it outside. In fact, it’s the first time I’ve ever been naked outside.” she confessed.
I looked across at her, her little breasts were still heaving. “Me too.” I admitted.
We laid like that for a while, gazing at the sky, lost in its beauty and in our own thoughts. The sound of distant voices broke our reverie and reminded us that we were at risk of being discovered. Hand-in-hand we made our way up the small incline and slipped back into our robes.
“If we head back now we should be just in time for lunch.” I suggested.
“Great! I’m starving.” Nicola responded.
“Don’t tell me, sex always makes you hungry?” I guessed.
“You know me too well!” Nicola giggled.
We found our way back to the dining room where we were shown to our regular table next to our Scandinavian-looking companions. We were much less reserved now than we had been previously. We actually entered into a conversation with them – I know, radical eh? We were correct with respect to their origins: they were Swedish, his name was Erik and hers was Annilee. We found out that they were on holiday over here for two weeks, the first week touring and sight-seeing, the second week relaxing at the spa. Annilee spoke good English whereas her husband was quite limited in his vocabulary. Annilee did most of the talking. She spoke with a soft melodic accent, more American than English, but never-the-less very sexy, seductive and strangely compelling.
Lunch consisted of a splendid buffet of cold meats, cheeses and salad, with pastries to follow. The informality encouraged conversation. We chatted freely about where they had been, what they’d seen, and what had been their highlights. We were able to make some recommendations about what else they could see and do locally. We then talked about the spa, what we’d done and how we had enjoyed it. We all agreed that it was a magnificent place. We told them that sadly we were only here for two days, and that we would be heading home soon after lunch. They seemed genuinely saddened by this. Then Annilee threw in a curve ball:
“We were hoping that you may consider a swap.” she announced forthrightly in her enticing accent.
Nicola and I both nearly choked. Gathering my composure I sought clarification:
“S-sorry?” I spluttered, “A s-swap?”
“My husband would like to have sex with your wife. And I would very much like to have sex with you.” Annilee stated incisively, she couldn’t have made it clearer if she’d drawn pictures.
I should point out that we’d not told them that we were married, it was just their assumption.
“We are not doing anything this afternoon.” Annilee continued, “The four of us could use our room. Or, if you’d prefer, my husband and Nicola could use our room, and we could use yours?”
It was apparent that this wasn’t a spur of the moment idea, they’d obviously put some prior thought into it.
Annilee was a striking blonde woman; tall, elegant and sophisticated, brimming with poise and confidence, with legs that went on for ever – her lean, muscular thighs wouldn’t look out of place on the catwalk. She was also very unequivocal; she didn’t come across as the type of woman to take no for an answer. I must admit that the thought of having intimate relations with her was very enticing. Erik was muscular and rugged, with a roguish Viking look about him that I’m sure would be appealing to most women. But would Nicola be tempted?
I looked across the table at Nicola. She appeared to be in shock. I didn’t dismiss Annilee’s suggestion out-of-hand, instead I told them that we would need to discuss it. I encouraged Nicola to accompany me to the buffet table so that we could talk things through. As I stood up Annilee smiled coquettishly, parting her robe to give me another compelling view of her charming pussy. There was no doubting the seriousness of her proposal. I hurried away. When we were out of earshot of our new-found friends Nicola turned to me and spoke.
“I can’t believe what they’ve just suggested!” she gasped, “Did they really expect us to have sex with them?” she whispered the word ‘sex’ in a hushed voice.
“Not keen then?” I asked.
“No! Are you?” Nicola challenged.
“Annilee is a very attractive lady.” I stated, “And I can see that women would find Erik appealing.”
“You’re not suggesting we do it?” Nicola sounded shocked.
“Not at all.” I reassured her, “But if you really wanted to go with Erik then I would go with Annilee just so that you could – I’d take one for the team as it were.”
“That’s very noble of you.” Nicola said sardonically, “So you wouldn’t be doing it because you wanted to?”
“Do you want to sleep with Erik or not?” I grilled.
“No!” Nicola stated emphatically.
“That’s settled then. We won’t do it.” I concluded.
We selected some delicious looking pastries from the buffet and returned to our table. Before I sat down, and out-of-sight of her husband and Nicola, Annilee surreptitiously slid her hand in the front of my robe and squeezed my cock. Even in that brief moment her touch conveyed a level of expertise that I’d hitherto never experienced. I gasped in shock – and pleasure. I could see that with her other hand she was stroking her pussy, which was in full view again. I’d never met anyone so brazen; she was like a bold splash of paint on a blank canvas, vibrant and daring, turning the ordinary into a masterpiece. I could only dare to imagine how adventurous she would be in bed. Unfortunately I wasn’t going to find out. I escaped her clutches and sat down.
“Well?” Annilee asked eagerly, “Are you up for it? So to speak.”
“I’m sorry.” I said apologetically, “As I said earlier, we have to leave after lunch and unfortunately we won’t have time. I’m sure it would have been splendid fun though. You are a very attractive couple.”
Nicola nodded her approval at my excuse. It came across that we were not prudish, we just lacked time. Annilee and Erik seemed to buy it; although they both looked downcast.
“That’s such a pity.” Annilee commented, “We were looking forward to it very much. I was desiring your big cock inside me, and Erik was hoping to have Nicola, how do you say, ‘up the bum’?”
Nicola and I nearly choked on our pasties. Once I’d recovered my composure I managed to say:
“Maybe some other time?”
I knew the chances of meeting them ever again was practically zero so I thought it was a safe way out without seeming too rude. I could see that Nicola was keen to get away before the conversation got even more embarrassing. I made a play at looking at my wrist even though I didn’t have a watch on.
“In fact, we ought to be making a move.” I said, “Nicola?”
We both stood up to leave. Any hope we had of escaping without making a scene was soon dispelled. Erik and Annilee politely stood up to wish us goodbye. They had both undone their robes so that they were gaping open at the front displaying all their wares. Despite my best efforts I couldn’t help but look at Erik’s manhood – he would have done any Viking proud. I saw Nicola glance at it. I wondered if she might change her mind having seen what was on offer. And then there was Annilee; she had opened her robe up even further so that her cute little breasts, delectable pussy and long shapely legs were all on view. She was like a catwalk model: tall, graceful and cultured. I noticed guests at nearby tables – both men and women – were gawping at her in awe and admiration. She appeared to be relishing the attention, completely unperturbed that her most private parts were being ogled.
As we said our goodbyes Erik shook my hand; it was a bizarre scenario – not one I’d ever faced before, and not one I’d care to repeat - shaking hands with a man that had his penis out. Erik then leaned in and kissed Nicola lightly on the cheek. I noticed that as he did this his manhood brushed against Nicola’s robe, probing close to her vulnerable pussy. Once Erik had finished, Annilee leaned over and kissed Nicola, letting her robe tumble open even more; she was so close to me that I could discern the little pimples on her areolae. Then she turned to me. I was fearful of what she might do; she was so shameless. She leant in close as if to kiss me and whispered in my ear:
“You can touch it if you like?”
“S-sorry?” I whimpered; I was genuinely intimidated by her.
“I want you to feel my pussy.” she elucidated; it came across more as an order than an invitation.
With Annilee there was no ‘beating about the bush’ – so to speak! I could feel myself reddening and sweating as I reached between those long, gorgeous legs and placed my fingers tenderly on her vulva. It felt soft, warm and damp, like a sun-kissed rose in the morning dew. I rubbed it gently for a few strokes; Annilee purred appreciatively then she whispered in my ear again:
“That’s lovely. Thank you.” she simpered, “I now want to see your cock.” she continued candidly.
I felt hypnotised into doing what she asked, there was no denying her. I opened up my robe to reveal my manhood. I wasn’t sure whether I should be pleased or not that I was erect. At that juncture I think if Annilee had required me to make love to her on the dining table in front of everyone I would have done so without any qualms. As it was she just looked longingly at my erection, then whispered to me one last time:
“Oh, I do wish I’d had the chance to feel that inside me. Thank you. You can put it away again now.”
I did as she asked, tightly securing the belt on my robe. Annilee and I kissed briefly, without any intimacy, and we said our final goodbyes. Nicola and I left the dining room as quickly as we could; not looking around for fear that we were being followed. As we made our way hurriedly to our room along the corridor we found ourselves skipping in delight, like two relieved schoolkids that had just been let off detention. Neither of us spoke until we were back in the safety of our room with the door securely closed behind us. Even then I leant against the door to be absolutely sure it was hard-and-fast, and listened in case I could hear footsteps approaching along the hall. Silence. Relief.
“What the hell just happened!” Nicola finally gasped, relief in her voice, “I know Scandinavians have a reputation for being promiscuous, but I wasn’t expecting that!”
“They were a tad forward.” I agreed, understatedly.
“You can say that again!” Nicola exclaimed, “I’m sure a lot of the diners saw their ‘bits’ I know I did. Mind you, I saw yours too.”
“Do you think many people saw mine?” I asked, genuinely concerned.
“I wouldn’t have thought so. Annilee certainly did, and me, and maybe a few diners nearby, but not many.” Nicola stated reassuringly, “I’m just pleased they didn’t ask me to get mine out.”
“You got off lightly.” I told her.
“I guess I did. I still found it embarrassing though.” Nicola admitted, “I suppose we ought to get ready to go home?” she added, sounding despondent.
“I suppose so.” I concurred, equally despondently.
Satisfied that we’d not been followed back to our room I abandoned my place behind the door and joined Nicola. I could see that her clothes were on her bed, including her sexy black bra and panties. I expected her to pick them up and take them into the bathroom to change, so what she did next astounded me: she undid her robe, let it fall to the floor and stood in front of me totally naked. I gazed at her in disbelief. The sight of her gorgeous body was enough to arouse me yet again. She picked up her tiny black panties and slipped into them. Then she picked up her bra. She stopped, noticing that I was staring at her.
“What are you looking at?” she quizzed, “I thought you’d be used to seeing me naked by now?”
“I’ll never tire of seeing you like that.” I gushed, “I was just thinking, we don’t have to be out of the room for another quarter-of-an-hour, we’ve got enough time for a quickie.”
“By ‘quickie’ do you mean what I think you mean?” she replied, sounding enthused, “If so, which bed shall we use?”
“I wasn’t thinking of using a bed.” I smiled.
“No? What then?” Nicola sounded bemused.
“I was thinking of giving you an ‘Erik’. I grinned enigmatically.
“An Eric?” Nicola repeated, “What do you mean? I don’t understand.” she continued, sounding baffled.
“How do you say, ‘up the bum’.” I said in my best effort at a Swedish accent.
“You’re not serious?” she exclaimed, then seeing from my expression that I was, she continued, “I’ve never done that before. Is it painful?”
I took her question as a positive sign; she was at least contemplating it.
“Not if we are careful. If you tell me to stop, I will.” I reassured her.
“You’ll have to tell me what to do.” she disclosed, “Don’t forget this is all new to me. I’m a bit nervous.”
“Okay. There’s no need to worry. Go to the big table and bend over it. That looks about the right height.” I instructed.
While Nicola hesitantly made her way to the table, I found the massage oil that Carly had put in the pocket of my robe. I removed my robe and rubbed a liberal smear of the divinely smelling oil onto my erect member. By the time I’d finished lubricating, Nicola had bent cautiously over the table. I approached her from behind, gripped her tiny black panties and pulled them down to her ankles. She stepped out of them and parted her legs slightly. She really did have the most adorable bottom, tempting as a ripe peach, round and sweet, just waiting to be plucked. I ran my fingertips over the silky skin of her thighs, feeling the slight trembling of the muscles beneath. I sensed her nervousness, her vulnerability. Her anus tightened. I leaned in and whispered:
“You’ll need to relax. I promise I won’t hurt you, okay?”
Nicola nods her head almost imperceptibly, her breathing quickens. The room smells of a heady concoction of massage oil, sandalwood and summer blooms. I breath the air in deep as I continue to gently caress her thighs, every stroke is deliberate, every touch an expression of trust and devotion. My fingertips brushed across the delicate skin of her inner thigh like a feather blowing across still water, barely perceptible. I feel a shiver run through her body, as if thousands of tiny popping candies were exploding beneath her skin. While I’d found her outer thighs were firm and muscular, the inside felt soft and vulnerable. Every touch there made her quake. The higher my trembling hands progressed up her inner thighs, the warmer her skin became, as if it were burning from within, embers of a forgotten fire. With each delicate touch the tension in her abdomen grew. The closer my fingers came to her most intimate area the more sensitive her skin became; each touch made her spasm involuntarily. My fingers were now at the very top of her thighs, oh so close to her centre. I traced small circles with my fingers, teasing her with the prospect of more. The proximity to her vagina made every muscle in her body tremble with anticipation. Her skin here felt like warm silk rippling to my touch; a fine film of sweat making her skin smooth and shiny. I found the subtle, musky scent of her aroused skin intoxicating and irresistible.
Sensing that she is suitably aroused I stop stroking her thighs and take hold of my erection. I work the foreskin back and rub my sensitive dome against Nicola’s peachy cheeks. This causes her to relax slightly. She giggles:
“Is that what I think it is?”
“It is.” I confirmed, “Are you ready?” I asked in a firm but playful tone.
“I guess so.” she replies, her positive response belied by the shakiness of her voice, a mixture of nervousness and desire, “You won’t put it in too far will you?”
“I’ll be careful. If you want me to stop just tell me, or raise your right hand. Understood?” I instructed.
“Understood.” she confirmed, “I don’t know why I’m so nervous, I wasn’t like this when you put it in my vagina. And you’ve done that twice.” she reminded me.
“Okay, put your hands on the table and brace yourself.” I said firmly so that it sounded more like a command.
Nicola did as I asked, gripping the edge of the table firmly with both hands. I slowly manoeuvred my penis into position with my right hand, placing my left hand on her back gently stroking her spine with my fingertips as if it were a musical instrument. Nicola’s hole is tiny. My dome is pressed against it. I’m not convinced it will fit.
“Are you ready?” I ask again.
Nicola nods. I let go of my phallus and take firm hold of Nicola’s waist – both sides. I push forward with my pelvis and feel my dome enter. It is a tight fit but it’s in. Nicola moans softly, her hands tightly clutching the table as she surrenders to the unfamiliar sensation; her knuckles turn white. I sensitively fold over her to envelope her, nuzzling my face into her silken hair and lightly kissing her neck. Meanwhile I have reached around her and I am fondling her breasts. They are familiar to my touch and so adorable. Her nipples are prominent so I give them a playful squeeze. Nicola is displaying no resistance so I press closer with my groin. I feel myself glide in deeper. Nicola groans loudly but accepts it. She willingly accepts me delving further. I must be in about half-way up my shaft now. I move my hips rhythmically, my eyes fixed on the back of Nicola’s head.
Out of the corner of my eye I see Nicola’s right hand start to rise off the table; I prepare to stop, frustrated at the thought that I had to end it now. But instead of lifting her hand right up she moves it in between her legs. I move my right hand down and locate Nicola’s right hand; she is deftly fingering her pussy. I join in. Her vulva is warm and moist like a comforting cup of tea cradled in your hands on a chilly morning. Nicola is breathing fast now and moaning louder. She breaks off from the incoherent noises and cries out:
“Oh my God! That feels so good! You can go in a bit further if you want to.”
I squeeze in closer with my groin and feel her plummy cheeks press against my pelvis. I’m fully inserted; what’s more, I am beyond the point of stopping now. Within moments I am discharging on every thrust. Nicola gasps louder, strangely cognisant of what is happening in her bottom even though she’s never experienced it before. The pleasure is delirious, mad as a wild fairground ride, as if the room itself is spinning.
After I’ve finished, Nicola continues to self-pleasure for just a little while longer until she too has climaxed. We remain folded into each other snuggled in a warm cosy embrace. My face is pressed into Nicola’s hair, it is now sweaty and tousled but still smells divine. I kiss her neck; her skin is warm, clammy. I can sense her breaths slowly calming. Her bottom feels sensitive, but the sensation is pleasant, an echo of intimacy. I break off from kissing her.
“Was that okay for you?” I ask quietly.
“It was more than okay,” she murmurs in reply, “I loved it!”
We stay like that for a while longer, caressing, not speaking. The silence between us is warm, filled with an unspoken emotional connection. Eventually Nicola breaks the tranquillity:
“I’ll need a shower before we leave.” she stated, “I’m a bit of a mess.”
“Me too.” I admitted.
“The wet room is big enough for both of us if you fancy sharing?” Nicola chuckled.
“Sounds fun!” I reply, taken aback by how forward Nicola has become.
We broke off our embrace and walked hand-in-hand to the generously appointed wet room. The room – it was too large to call a cubicle – had full length mirrors to the back. It was futuristically equipped with an overhead shower as well as a multi-directional one mounted on the wall. The temperature of the showers was easily controlled via a bluetooth connected thermostat; and the on/off switch was motion sensitive. At one end there was a set of fitted shelving units. There we found a huge selection of aromatic soaps, shampoos, gels and conditioners, alongside various sponges, flannels, wipes and even loofahs.
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