Authors: Unknown
We sit upon the warm, dry sand and he takes me in his arms, gently pushing me down onto my back. His grip is firm and insistent, but I have no intent on stopping him. He reaches down and presses his lips, hard against mine. I welcome his tongue again, as it explores my mouth, and I meet it with a loving caress of my own.
He slips the straps of my top, down and over my shoulders to reveal naked skin. Instantly he plants little kisses all over my neck, working down to my shoulders and then onto my breasts. Pulling my top down further he reveals my cleavage and buries his face in-between the two mounds. I can’t help but push by breasts into his face, smothering him in flesh, he moans appreciatively. As he reaches behind and with a deft touch, he quickly unfastens my bra, releasing my large breasts, as they fall onto his face.
I can feel the passion and heat rising inside of me, and I have an urge to lick him, to taste his skin. He moves up from my breasts and I bury my face into his neck, kissing and licking at his throat. The saltiness of his skin tastes amazing on my tongue, and I lap away like a little puppy dog trying to please its master. His hands are roaming over my large breasts, squeezing them firmly while I lathe his neck with my tongue.
He pulls away from me and takes his t-shirt over his head, revealing a broad, tanned chest, hairless and smooth with clear muscle definition. I press my face into his torso, kissing and licking at his bare skin. Passion overcomes me as I bite harder, and scratch at the skin on his back. I suddenly stop, shocked at the ferocity of my passion. With a sudden fear that I’ve gone too far and maybe he doesn't like what I’m doing, but his smiling face reassures me, as do his words, urging me not to stop.
Leaning forward he takes my nipple between his wet lips, sucking the bud into his mouth and teasing the end with his tongue. The pleasure is amazing as little jolts of electricity shoot through my body, originating at my nipples and shooting to every erogenous zone I have. A pleasure filled moan escapes my lips and I feel the heat building up between my legs, as he expertly manipulates my teats.
His hands are fluttering all over my skin, sending tingles of pleasure throughout my body as he slowly works his way down over my tummy, and into the waistband of my crop pants, all the time alternating his lips between each nipple, making sure neither one is left out. He is an expert lover, my Italian Stallion. With a nimble touch, he has my cotton pants unfastened, and his hand is exploring further into my panties, his fingers trailing over my lightly haired mound before dipping into the cleft that is wet, and welcoming. Finding my pleasure bud, he rubs it between his finger and thumb.
I close my eyes and let the waves of pleasure crash over me as his tongue runs down my throat to my breasts. Gently nibbling at the folds in my skin. Over my breasts, onto my belly. I feel a tickling sensation as he works his way further down to my mound. His tongue licks between my labia lips, probing at my wetness and I can hear my own voice moaning at the wicked feelings he’s giving me. I want to give back, but he seems to want to play with my body.
I feel him nibbling at my inner thigh, his teeth nipping at my skin. His hands go behind me and grab at my ass. He pulls my hips towards his face and buries himself in my mound, his tongue probing my most intimate of places, sending shudders of passion through my body and making me gasp out in pleasure.
He moves back up my body and whispers into my ear, “I love a woman with plenty to hold, I want to bury myself in your breasts, and smother myself in your voluptuous flesh,” he tells me.
Shifting his position, so he is between my legs, I can feel his hardness brushing on the inside of my thigh, hot and stiff. He moves again, his stiff cock pushing at my labia until my lips enfold it in their warm wetness, and welcome him in. At the same time that he pushes forward, I feel my hips strutting to meet him, until our groins bump together and his cock is buried deep inside of me. He holds it there, like that, buried, so the tip is rubbing against that spot deep inside of me, that gives me so much pleasure.
“Ohh, mio grande bella donna,” he pants in my ear, his Italian accent so sexy, and although I don't understand his words, it’s clear they are words of pleasure.
He starts a steady rhythm of lovemaking, fully embedding his hardness deep inside of me, before almost completely withdrawing, so that just the tip of his cock is resting against my labia, before plunging all the way back in again.
“Fuck me, fuck me Antonio," I beg, as his rhythm builds up speed. His erection easily sliding in and out of my wetness, our bodies glued together with the heat of our passion.
I scratch at his naked back, and bite on his shoulder with total abandon, as I start to lose control. Somewhere in my head, I think about the marks I will be leaving, and wonder if he likes the pain I’m giving him. But, I don’t really care, lust has totally overcome me as I grind myself on his cock, my clit rubbing against his pubic hair, the friction increasing the sexual passion pushing it to new heights. He must realise I’m close, as he whispers into my ear, “ride it, ride it baby.”
He is close too, I can feel it, his breathing is labored and he’s making animalistic grunts of desire, I know he must be as near as I am. I press down harder onto his cock, which is so hard and so deep that it’s almost painful, but the pain only serves to increase the level of my pleasure, and pushes me closer to my orgasm.
He suddenly builds up his speed, even more, thrusting harder and deeper into me, his cock banging against my cervix, deep inside. That’s the final tipping point, his deep thrusting pushes me over the edge, and my body is wracked with spasms as wave after wave of pleasure sweep over me. I have the most powerful orgasm, so strong that I scream out my passion, not caring who hears. His cock has swollen ever thicker as he speeds up his thrusting, banging into me like a steam piston, until he too shouts out, as he pumps his seed into me.
We collapse together with a deep sigh, and I put my arms around his strong naked back and caress the scratches that I did earlier.
“Nessy,” he says my name, “you are glorious, where have you been all my life? In a moment, when I get my breath back, we must go and skinny dip,” he laughs.
Then he gets up and I see his tall, broad silhouette as he runs to the sea, looking back over his shoulder he urges me to follow. I can’t help but think that I’m such a lucky woman, days do not get much better than this.
The evening is warm, the sky full of pinpricks of light from the stars, and the moon casts a soft glow over everything. I can hear the gentle splashes of sea calling me to join my man in its waves. How can I resist? I follow him, naked, into the cool waters of the Mediterranean.
Chapter 4 Sexual Healing
The girls had been bothering me all day about my tryst with Antonia, and I couldn't help myself but tell them all the graphic details. They look on with faux scandalous stares, as I recall our lovemaking on the beach.
“Good for you, Nessy,” Hannah’s announces, “it’s about time you had some fun, especially after the way that bastard, Johnny, treated you.”
Hannah was referring to an ex who had treated me pretty badly. The experience had put me off men for ages, but Antonia was changing all of that. My opinion of men was slowly improving. I haven’t seen him all day, and when I enquire at the restaurant, they inform me it’s his day off. I really had hoped that I would see him again, and it hadn’t simply been a one night stand for both him.
We spent most of the day lounging by the hotel swimming pool, drinking cocktails and eying up the local talent, but night time was creeping in and it was time to head off into the local nightlife.
It’s our second night here, and I’m out on the town with Hannah and Lin, only this time we’re checking out the dancing scene.
Sat outside, in a palm shaded courtyard, we find ourselves once again drinking pink cocktails. This is a busy place, full to the brim with holiday makers milling around. The doors to the club are open and we can here the pounding music emanating outwards, and spilling into the street. Suddenly, we are bombarded with loud screams and cheers from inside the club, drowning out the music. Our curiosity gets the better of us, so we go inside to see what all the commotion is about. We had sat outside, because a large group of European women were booked in the club for their Hen night, celebrating the last night before the bride’s wedding. So we had slipped away, to let them have the floor. However, now we were back inside, we could see what all the screaming and cheering was about. Two hunky males have the stage and are performing a striptease for them. They have masks on, but very little else, the show is obviously coming to a close and we’ve missed most of the performance. Their glistening, naked torsos are well tanned, indicating they are locals. They’re dancing a beat to a Marvin Gaye song, Sexual Healing. They grind and twist their hips, in time to the beat. I watch, fascinated at the sight of two gorgeous men, who clearly have a talent for dancing, show us what they’re made of.
My friends and I stand at the back of the Hen group, enjoying the show. All the dancers have on now, are pouches that cover their genitals and are fastened by a string around the waist, which continues down the crack of their buttocks. Very nice buttocks they are too, tanned and muscular. I watch on in anticipation, wondering if they are going to remove the final piece of clothing, never having seen a male stripper before. We don't have long to wait. As the song comes to its end, the two guys grab the string and rip off the thongs, revealing all. Their semi erect penis’s sway in time to the rhythm of the music, as the guys strut their stuff. The whole Hen party is in uproar now, screaming and cheering the dancers on, and even we get carried away with the sight of these two naked men, and the raunchy atmosphere in the room. We join in with the whistling and shouting at the guys, edging them on in their erotic dance.
Some of the girls at the front clearly having drunk too much alcohol, and jump up on the stage to fondle the two dancers, who clearly don't seem to mind the attention, but a couple of staff members jump up and escort them off the stage. The music finally stops and they take a bow, pulling off their masks to tremendous the applause from the audience.
I look on, stunned, one of the dancers is Antonio, my lover from the previous night. I am speechless, and shocked.
“Hey, girlfriend,” Hannah nudges me, “didn’t you enjoy the show?”
“Yeah, it’s just that, erm, oh nothing,” I splutter, I don’t see the point in telling them that it’s the same guy who gave me my own personal striptease, the night before.
We return to our seats outside, and I get out my hand fan out to cool myself. The evening is warm, the sight of two naked men has warmed me even further. The fact that one of those men was my lover, from the night before, only increases the heat.
Just as I’m starting to cool down and also managed to push the image of those two naked men from my mind, an arm comes around my shoulders, a strong male arm.
“I knew it was you, belle,” I hear Antonio’s voice. “You enjoy tonight’s performance, Nessy?” he asks me.
Hannah and Lin, seated opposite me, both have big grins plastered on their faces. “We both loved it,” Hannah speaks, seeing that I’ stuck for words, “didn't we Lin?”
Lin says nothing, but her face has turned a deep red in embarrassment, ah poor Lin, she really needs to get out more.
“Nessy, this is Dante, I like that you meet him,” Antonio introduces his dancing partner, and I put out my fingers to shake his hand in greeting.
Dante takes my fingers and gently and turns my hand around, brushing his warm, soft lips on the back of my hand. I can’t help myself, but shudder lightly at his touch. I shudder even more when an image of his naked body pops into my mind.
“Hi, Dante,” my squeaky voice greets him. “These are my very best friends, Hannah and Lin.”
After kissing the backs of their hands, also, they pull up a couple of chairs and each sit, one at either side of me. I have to say, I am delighted. Whilst they are very warming towards my two friends, it seems that I am the one that is the centre of their attention. I’m not used to this sort of friendliness, when I’m out with the girls, it’s usually them who are chased and wooed, and I have to make do with the ugly one. But, not tonight. Tonight I am the one being wooed, and I love it, who wouldn’t, two handsome Italian males falling over themselves to please me.
“You guys were amazing, I think the ladies inside certainly got their money’s worth,” I finally find my confidence to speak up. “How often do you do this?” I ask.
“Not too often.” Dante says, in a deep husky voice, “but we do enjoy it, and it gives us a little bit of spending money.” His English is equally as excellent as Antonio’s, but there’s still no disguising that deep Italian accent.
“Can we take you out on the town tonight, Nessy?” Antonio asks me. “We can show you all the best of places,” he extends the invitation to my friends too.
“Oh, we have other plans,” Lin blurts out. “Sorry, Nessy, we’re meeting some guys we met last night.”
They had not mentioned this to me, that they had met someone, and would be hooking up with them tonight. I feel it’s an excuse, to let me have these guys to myself. I see my girlfriends just about everyday, these guy will only be in my life for a few weeks. So, I stand up, give my girlfriends a knowing smile of thanks, and off we go, a trio of strangeness. Two tall hunks of male, and one smaller, chunky female, but boy, do I feel like a queen tonight.