Sinful Deceit (7 page)

My thoughts
taking me back to David, I supposed I'd miss his penis, his
swinging balls rolling against my buttocks, the feel of his solid
rod penetrating me.

"God," I
breathed as Sharon thrust three fingers into my tightening pussy.
Her hot breath within my drenched sex valley, she massaged my inner
flesh, expertly caressed my G-spot. I felt the warm fluid of love
flowing down between my buttocks. Her tongue deftly working on my
clitoris, inducing fantastic sensations, I dug my fingernails into
the soft grass as my body began trembling.

Sharon's
intimate attention was heavenly. Her tongue snaking over the
swollen tip of my pulsating clitoris, her fingers caressing the
creamy walls of my tight vaginal sheath, she slowly took me higher
to my euphoria. My stomach rising and falling, my juices of desire
flooding from my bloated vaginal duct, I tossed my head back as
ripples of pure sexual ecstasy bathed my quivering body. Higher,
she lifted me with her graceful caressing, her gentle massaging.
Closer to orgasm I drifted. Drifting, drifting. Floating on clouds
of love-lust.

"Come for me,"
she whispered. Her breath was hot between the swell of my outer
labia, her fingers thrusting in their massaging, her tongue wet in
its caressing. "Come for me," she whispered again. I could hear the
squelching of my vaginal juices, the lapping of her tongue, the
urgent breathing of her arousal. My body trembling as my womb
rhythmically contracted, I imagined David emerging from the bushes,
discovering my infidelity.

What would he
think? What would he say? I knew that men liked the notion of two
girls together, masturbating each other, licking between each
other's vaginal lips. But to discover that his girlfriend enjoyed
lesbian sex? In my arousal, I imagined him kneeling behind Sharon,
the solid shaft of his penis driving deep into the hot sheath of
her pussy as she licked my clitoris to orgasm. Did I want to
witness David's act of infidelity? In my sexual delirium, I wanted
to watch David force his penis into another girl's cunt and fuck
and sperm her.

"Sharon," I
breathed as my clitoris swelled and pulsated within her hot mouth.
"Don't stop." I knew she wouldn't stop as her fingers repeatedly
thrust in and out of my juiced vagina, my cunt. I loved the word.
Cunt, cunt. "Finger my cunt," I gasped as the birth of my
girl-induced orgasm stirred within the hot depths of my womb. My
clitoris inflating, my orgasm finally exploded within her wet
mouth. Wave after wave of pure sexual bliss rolled through my
trembling body, tightening every muscle, reaching every nerve
ending. I'd found my lesbian heaven.

"My cunt!" I
sang in my coming. "God, my beautiful cunt!" I could hear Sharon
drinking my orgasmic juices as she slipped her wet fingers out of
my cunt and pressed her lips over the hot entrance to my pleasure
sheath. Slurping, sucking as she massaged my pulsating clitoris
with her fingertips, she sustained my lesbian pleasure until I lay
convulsing wildly in the aftermath of my coming. Her tongue
repeatedly sweeping up the drenched crevice of my vagina, teasing
the last ripples of orgasm from my swollen clitoris, she brought me
gently down from my sexual heaven. I finally settled on the ground
in my uncontrollable quivering. Perspiring, shaking, panting...

"Nice?" I
heard her ask through my sexual haze.

"Yes," I
gasped, her tongue encircling the nub of my passion spot. "Oh,
yes."

"You want to
come again?"

"Yes, again
and again."

As I lay with
my legs spread wide, my hot vaginal crevice gaping, I pondered on
the holiday. Sharon and I would share a double bed. We'd lick and
suck and finger and love all night long. Our naked bodies would
writhe in ecstasy, our juices of female desire would flow in
torrents as our orgasms erupted in each other's wet mouths. David
would remain at home, alone in his masturbating. He'd wank his cock
and shoot his sperm. And think of me and my hot, wet cunt.

"Do you like
that?" Sharon asked, taking the petals of my inner lips between her
fingers and thumbs and pulling them wide apart. I didn't need to
answer. My gasping and writhing was sign enough that she was
bringing me immense pleasure. Pulling my butterfly wings up, she
pressed on the pink flesh surrounding my clitoris. My erect passion
spot fully emerging from beneath its fleshy bonnet, I arched my
back as she flicked her tongue over its sensitive tip. My pleasure
building, I gasped as her fingertip slipped into the hot crevasse
between my firm buttocks and sought the secret entrance to my
rectal duct.

Had she been
with a girl before? I wondered as she massaged the delicate brown
tissue surrounding the eye of my bottom-hole. Her fingers thrusting
deep into the wet heat of my vagina, she knew how to stimulate me.
She must have had lesbian sex before. I felt sadness engulfing me
as I imagined her licking another girl's vaginal folds, fingering
another girl's pussy sheath. My mind was flooding with
jealousy.

As she sucked
my erect clitoris into her beautiful mouth, my second orgasm
erupted. My body shaking violently as she sustained my wondrous
pleasure with her massaging fingers and sweeping tongue, my mind
left me. I drifted high above my trembling body, floated away on
clouds of love-lust. But jealousy lurked, haunting me, trying to
destroy my moment of sexual bliss. I came down from my sexual
heaven quickly, with a bump. I felt cheated. I was being silly, I
knew. But I felt betrayed.

Her fingers
slipping out of my drenched love sheath, her mouth leaving my sated
clitoris, she sat back on her heels and smiled at me. I wanted to
return her smile, I wanted to love her. I hated my mind, my
suspicion, my jealousy. Why was I doing this to myself? What if she
had been with another girl? Did it really matter? Yes, it did. I
leaped to my feet and left the clearing. I hated myself for the way
I was.

Sipping a gin
and tonic on the plane, I felt a little guilty. Although I'd
overcome my jealousy, I felt another emotion. Sadness and a sense
of loss engulfed me. I'd left Sharon at the airport waiting for a
flight. She'd been assured that she'd get one, but her sorrow had
been obvious as I'd walked through the gate and left her alone. As
she'd stood clutching her mobile phone, her wave and forced smile
had tugged at my heart. Was my heart broken? No. I knew that I'd be
seeing her soon, loving her soon. Once we were on the island, we
could forget about England, David and Kevin; and pleasure each
other's naked bodies.

Uncle Jack had
phoned me, the airport putting a call out for me to go to the main
desk. He was checking that I was there, making sure that I'd
arrived on time. I told him about Sharon, that she was hoping to
catch another flight. He'd seemed pleased and said that he'd meet
me at Athens Airport. He'd sounded nice, warm and friendly. I was
looking forward to meeting him. And looking forward to getting away
from David for a while.

Athens was
enjoying temperatures well into the eighties, unlike England with
its rain. Leaving the customs hall, I felt as if I was stepping
into another world. It wasn't just the warmth that welcomed me.
This was the beginning of a new chapter in my life, the beginning
of a new life. Dumping my suitcase on the floor, I looked at the
row of people standing behind the barrier. They were waiting to
meet their friends and relatives, waiting to welcome them to
Greece.

I smiled as I
noticed a man holding up a piece of paper bearing my name. I
guessed that he was in his late forties. Suntanned and wearing a
T-shirt and shorts, he fitted the picture I'd painted in my mind.
He was rugged, masculine. I have to admit that thoughts of Sharon
melted as I grabbed my case and hurriedly made my way towards him.
But I knew that she'd call my mobile the minute she landed in
Athens, so I had no need to worry. Was it Sharon or her wet pussy I
wanted? Both.

"Uncle Jack,"
I smiled, dumping my case at his feet and holding my hand out.

"Kirsty," he
grinned, shaking my hand. "It's great to meet you at last. Did you
have a good flight?"

"Yes,
thanks."

"Your
friend..." he began.

"She's waiting
for a flight. Hopefully, there'll be one later. She's going to ring
me once she gets here."

"Good, good.
OK, the taxis are this way." He picked my case up. "The weather's
been really good. According to the forecast, it's going to stay
that way."

"I'm pleased
to hear it," I replied, following him through the crowd. "It was
raining when I left England. I'm really looking forward to this
holiday."

"So am I.
We'll have a great time. Your father and I... We'll talk about that
later."

During the car
and ferry journey, we chatted about our different lifestyles, our
likes and dislikes. Uncle Jack came across as a really nice person.
He had an air of wealth about him, and I was sure that he was
pretty well off. I hoped that we'd get on well as the ferry finally
docked at an island. He was easy going and fun to be with, and I
couldn't wait for Sharon to meet him. Should I tell him that we
were lovers? No, he wouldn't understand. Did I understand?

Leaving the
ferry, he led me to his boat which was moored at a small jetty. It
was a fast boat, the trip to the island taking about twenty
minutes. The sun shining, the warm wind in my hair, I felt a new
wave of life rushing through me. I was happy, at last. The only
thing missing in my life was Sharon. I wanted to live in Greece
with her, enjoy the sun, the wine and food. And to love her.
Perhaps one day... Time would tell.

Mooring the
boat, we walked the short distance up a winding track to my uncle's
villa. My hand held to my mouth, my stomach somersaulted as we
approached two wrought iron gates. Following the sweep of drive, I
was stunned as a huge white building came into view. The place was
truly amazing. Surrounded by a garden full of orange and lemon
trees with a massive wall surrounding the grounds, the villa was a
palace. I felt that I was in heaven.

As he carried
my case into the marble-floored hall, he mentioned that he lived
alone. There was a cleaning woman who came a couple of times a
week, and friends often visited. But I thought it odd that he
should live alone in such a lovely villa on a small island.
Apparently, his friends owned boats. Island hoping seemed to be the
in thing. A party here, a barbeque there... An idyllic lifestyle
far removed from the hustle and bustle of England's rainy towns and
fume-stenching cities.

Leaving me to
unpack in what was to be my room for two weeks, he asked me to join
him for a drink by the swimming pool when I was ready. As he went
downstairs, I looked around the beautiful room. A huge double bed,
potted plants, pine furniture... With a balcony overlooking the
pool, I thought I'd found paradise. Again longing for Sharon to
arrive, I unpacked my clothes and decided to take a shower after my
long journey. I knew that she'd be stunned as I slipped out of my
clothes and walked into the luxury en suite bathroom. This really
was heaven on earth. And Sharon was an angel from heaven on
earth.

Leaving the
shower, I looked about my room and frowned. The clothes I'd left on
the bed had gone. I thought the heat was affecting me, blurring my
mind. I was sure that I'd left my bikini on the bed, and a towel.
My suitcase had gone, there was nothing in the wardrobe, and
nothing to dry myself with let alone cover my naked body. Standing
at the end of the bed, a million thoughts raced through my mind.
Had I got the wrong room? Had my uncle taken my clothes to another
room? Catching sight of the firm roundness of my breasts in the
full-length mirror, I was desperate to cover my nakedness.

Creeping out
onto the huge landing, I was going to check the other rooms but the
doors were locked. I thought I must be going mad as I returned to
my room. The was no quilt on the bed, no curtains, nothing to veil
my nudity. I thought of calling down to my uncle and asking him for
a towel, but didn't want him to come up and find me naked. Pacing
the floor, I didn't know what to do.

I sat on the
bed for what seemed like ages. I felt silly. I should have called
out, but my shyness wouldn't let me. All I had to do was hide
behind the door and call for a towel. Wishing that Sharon had come
with me, I paced the floor again. I couldn't stay in my room
forever, and finally decided to creep downstairs and find something
to cover myself with. I was sure that my uncle must have moved my
things to another room. It was all quite innocent. He'd apologize
and explain that he'd put me in the wrong room. Maybe the cleaning
lady had come in and moved my things.

I felt
extremely vulnerable as I tentatively descended the stairs. In my
nakedness, I was acutely aware of the gentle curves of my body. My
sparse blonde pubic hair did little to conceal the rise of my pussy
lips, my vaginal slit. This wasn't how I'd expected my holiday to
begin. What with Sharon unable to get a flight, and now my having
to search the villa for something to wear... I felt uneasy, verging
on frightened. Was intuition telling me something? A towel, a
sheet, anything would have done to veil my body.

Reaching the
ground floor, I listened for movements but heard nothing. Hoping
that my uncle wouldn't see me, I wandered into a large lounge. The
patio doors were open, the rippling blue water in the pool
sparkling invitingly beneath the hot sun. Looking around the room,
I sighed. There was no cloth on the table, not a shred of material
to cover myself with. I began to feel panicky as I thought of my
uncle catching me naked. What on earth would he think of me?

"Ah, there you
are," he smiled as he walked through the patio doors from the pool.
Staring at him, my face flushing, my hands trembling, I folded my
arms and covered the swell of my breasts as I gazed in disbelief at
his naked body. "Go and sit by the pool and I'll bring you a
drink," he said. Staring at his flaccid penis snaking over his
hairy scrotum, my embarrassment and fear rising, I asked him where
my things were. "In the room opposite yours," he replied, seemingly
unaware of my naked body, or his. "I thought you might prefer the
other room as it's bigger. And it looks out onto the garden." As he
walked past me to a small bar, I dashed out to the pool,
desperately hoping to find a towel.