Sharon led me by the hand and along with my brother, we sat down with the others at their table. She stood next to my chair and letting go of my hand, said that she needed to go for a call of nature.
We started to chat and briefly outlined what we had done during the day. Then Ronnie looked at me and said "She really does like you even though you are 15 years younger than her".
I had not discussed my age with any of them and I knew that Sharon was not in her 30's. Rosie then chipped in with "....and you look so young". At this point, my brother kicked me on my shin under the table so I didn't react
I Stood up and said something about spending a penny and with a quick glance at my brother, headed towards the gents. He followed and in the sanctuary of the toilet, he told me that he claimed to be 25 and told them that I was 29 simply to appear more mature in his pursuit of the older women.
That made sense and I understood. As beautiful as she was, Sharon looked like a woman in her 40's. We went back to the table, finding all three sitting there. Sitting down, my brother asked what they had planned for the evening. Ronnie replied that they had been chatting with some of the German guests on the beach during the day and that there was a party at one of the villas on the hill belonging to a German resident. They were waiting for some of the hotel residents to appear and would be sharing some taxis......and we could join them as it was "open house".
Sharon looked at me, reached out to hold my hand and simply said "please come".
Giving away my laddish immaturity which was fuelled by the beers that I had d*unk while watching the late afternoon game, I replied "with you, I am always happy to come", which brought out a giggle from the others.
As a few people were gathering in the foyer, we stood up and joined them. The couple from the previous evening who had seen us on the beach we there along with half a dozen other people, chatting in a group. We stood near them and Rosie began to chat with a couple of people before introducing my brother and me to the group.
A few taxis then pulled up and we all jumped in, not in any particular order. Sharon was almost glued to my side and we sat on the back seats and also in the car were two German women, one in the front and the other next to Sharon. We started to chat in broken English and German.
As we drove up the hill, a 15 minute journey, I looked at them briefly. Both were around the same age as Sharon. Dressed in white jeans and floral tops, one blonde and one brunette which I guessed were colours from the bottle rather than natural.
The taxi followed a route up the hill, off the main road and along an unmade road for a hundred yards, pulling up behind the others on an apron in front to a wide single storey villa with white walls. We spilled out and following the others,strolled towards the side of the building. My brother was just ahead of us, sandwiched between Rosie and Ronnie.
As we reached the other side of the building, the full view of the resort came into view. It was beautifully situated. There was a tiered swimming pool and a large terrace. There were about 20 guests and the host and hostess were greeting their guests. They were a couple who I guessed were in their 60's. They spoke to us in German with words of welcome which my schoolboy German could just about understand. I responded with "Danke" and he immediately replied in English, grinning as he could use his language skills. "We will have an international party now, no?"
Sharon chuckled and Rosie laughed. I wasn't sure whether this was just being polite at hearing a bad joke or the wierd "no" at the end of the sentece which was an obvious indicator of German logic.
We walked over to a large table which rved as a bar and poured ourselves some drinks. The ladies all had some sort of white wine, my brother and I both opted for mineral water, realsing that this was not the time or place to add to our already partially intoxicated state.
Looking around, people were chatting in small groups, circulating and occasionally, the ripple of laughter could be heard. Apart from us, the group ranged from early 30's to early 60's. Sharon and I walked around the pool and stood on the far side, looking out across the bay at the lights of the resort. She stood next to me and my hand rested on her waist.
The German couple who we had exchanged banter with came and stood with us. They introduced themselves as Ursula and Kurt. We spoke about the view and they pointed out the restaurant and where they had seen us swimming on the previous evening.
I mentioned that we wouldn't be able to swim that night and Kurt replied with "All is possible".
I looked around to see Rosie chatting with a German couple on the other side of the pool and Ronnie was with my brother, talking in a group of six including the hosts. Some of the others were sitting on the edgeof the pool, dangling their feet into the water. Others were sitting or standing, fully engaged with others. There was a background sound of music, not too loud, which was what the older generation would describe as 'easy listening '. It was all very pleasant.
The German couple were looking out at the view and we turned around so that all four of us werefacing the bay, pointing out and discussing landmarks, shops and restaurants which were in turn rated by the couple who were obviously well acquainted with the area.
I heard a muffled splash behind us. It was not the sound of someone falling in, but more a controlled descent into the pool. My first thought before turning around was that my brother was making a tit of himself. I peered around and saw my brother looking back at me from the edge of the pool, fully dressed. He clearly had the same thought about me.
Instead, a woman and the hostess were both sitting in the water on a step at the edge, clearly naked drinking from their glasses of wine. Kurt looked at Ursula and said something which I took to be "shall we?" and they immediately stripped off and lowered themselves into the water.
I looked at Sharon who stood across my side, both her hands on my shoulder and my arm still around her waist. She kissed me with a peck on the cheek waiting for me to say something. When I didn't, she pecked my cheek again and I gave in. Sensing she wanted to get naked with me again, I said "Shall we?" and in seconds, we had stripped and lowered ourselves into the warm water.
I had my back to the edge of the pool, arms outstretched and Sharon was in front of me, her arms around my neck, her body pressed against mine, my cock beginning to rise. Looking to my side, Kurt and Ursula were in the same pose. They looked across and smiled at us. They were a very fit looking couple. He was athletic and she was well proportioned. The water was clear, bar the ripples and I could see her very full boobs floating free, large brown nipples sitting proud.
As Kurt smiled at my obvious appreciation, Sharon put her hand on my face and drew it back feeling that I should be looking at her, which wasn't difficult as she was gorgeous.
We didn't know how far we should go. Was this simply skinny dipping or something more. We were happy in the water as we were but would be happier with much more.
Our temporary quandary was solved when I saw a woman stitting on the edge of a wall, lean over unzip the trousers of the host, release his cock and start to devour it in full view of his wife.
I didn't just kiss Sharon, not did she just kiss me. Instead, we spontaneously attempted to devour each other's faces, mouths pressing hard against each other, tongues crazily dancing arms pulling our bodies together, hands touching, groping and feeling our excited bodies.
Sharon moved her hips and within seconds, the tip of my very hard cock was pressed against her pussy. I was stupidly asking myself if she was wet before realising that we were in a swimming pool. Her weight was supported in the water. My cock didn't slip in easily but she controlled her hips and slowly, the head followed by the shaft slipped in. We rocked as I went in and out, her own juices allowing my cock to enjoy the feeling of a very excited partner. Sharon raised her knees to the side of my chest and I was thrusting into her slowly but firmly.
We heard a gasp from next to us and saw that our German neighbours were similarly placed. I couldn't help myself an reached out to cup Ursula's nearest boob, feeling her very stiff nipple. Sharon looked on and rhen kissed be again with a real intensity which made me bring my hand back and onto her hip, guiding my thrusts to slightly hasten.
I could hear some moaning from elsewhere indicating someone else was having fun, and then the slapping sound of flesh on flesh as the hard and fast play of someone else resonated from another direction.
I didn't question what was going on, just simply accepting that I was inside a beautiful woman and enjoying every minute of it.
I wasn't close to coming but Sharon was beathing heavily. I purred a sigh of contented pleasure but she and I continued, builing up a faster rhythm, my cock now gliding in and out freely enjoying the warmth of her pussy. Sharon was clearly getting very excited, each of her breaths concluding with a high pitched "ahhh", which grew in intensity and volume until she was screaming at the height of her passion, giving herself completely to the moment.
I could feel myself suddenly reaching 'that' point of no return and exploded into her with a hard and violent pulse, followed by another and another, each one slightly less intense than the last. We wrapped our arms around each other and kissed again, not in lust but gently and tenderly in thanks for the mutual pleasure we had just shared.
Our kiss was interrupted by a ripple of applause, followed by some laughter and I looked around to see that we had an audience of semi dressed and naked guests who had clearly enjoyed our performance.
I smiled as I looked at Sharon. She looked flushed and a little coy at being the centre of attention. |
