On these cold days and even colder nights, you dream of Summer. The Summers past and the Summer plans to come. They all help to get you past or at least to cope with the bone chilling cold. My thoughts are of last Summer and what could have been and the idea of going back to see if it can be. This did not just warm me up but got me very hot. The kind of hot that keeps you up at night. That gets you needing to take care of it yourself, so you can sleep. If you can’t sleep, you can’t work. And I need to work so I can have that holiday.
The dream I have about last Summer is of this couple that were at the same holiday village I was at. I saw them on the first few days I was there. They came in together, giggling and hands all over each other. Hearing their laughter just made you smile. I would see her more, through my time there. Walking past each other with a welcome hello and a wave, or by the pool having a stretch before going back to her room. It wasn’t just me that saw her, she had most of the eyes on her and a lot of the wives and girlfriends jealous of the attention she was getting.
The other couples came and went, but the one I enjoyed seeing and having a polite conversation with was Belle and Peter. I saw Belle more, but I guess she was the one I looked out for. The hellos were a start and longer conversations came from that. A quite chat in the shade by the pool or walking back from the beach. Most of the time they were together, but more and more it was just Belle on her own.
Peter had said to me jokingly that Belle was hot. Wasn’t sure what to say. A little off guard, as I have thought that since the first day I saw them. I said “most of the guys here would agree with that”. Peter asked what I thought, saying that it was alright. That he liked that others found Belle attractive, as he sure did. I told him I did find her very attractive too. It was hard to stop looking at her, when she was around you. Like trying to not look at a beautiful sunset. You just can’t turn away, until it is gone. I could not turn away from Belle until she was gone either.
Later on that day I ran into Belle. Like coming around a corner and nearly running into her. We laughed and she placed her hand on my arm and said sorry. I said if I was to bump into anyone, glad it was her. She said oh Peter did tell me you found me hot. I said attractive to Peter. Belle had a hurt look on her face, “So you don’t find me hot then”? Oh I sure do, but was scared to say that to Peter. She smiled and the hurt look was gone. Good was what I got in return and a pat on the arm as she continued on her way. I had to turn and watch her walk away.
Walking around the village, I saw Belle in her room, in front of the glass door, looking at the garden as she stretched. What great timing, she was doing a big yoga stretch and her loose top was hanging open at the neck and you could see she was not wearing a bra. I stopped walking when I saw her. Seeing Belle like this, that naughty feeling that you were seeing something you should not be seeing, was a rush. She started moving back up, spotted me and waved to me. Then with a cheeky smile, bent back down a little and pulled the neck line down, giving me a great look at her breasts.
Not knowing what to do, being a little embarrassed at being spotted but knowing she was ok with me seeing her, I just walked off. The what ifs and the site of her breasts, her smile, it was all too much at the time. I just could not stay there. Wasn’t much longer in the day that I ran into Belle. She asked if I liked the show. I said yes and thank you. Belle said, “not bad for a mum huh”? Now do I be funny? What do you say to this. I joked that yes she is a real MILF, forgetting what the F meant. The smile on her face, oh a MILF huh. Wait until Peter hears. Oh crap, is this going to be bad? First told him I found Belle attractive now that I want to fuck her. Great, nice work. Well I guess that’s what happens when you are around beauty like Belle, your brain stops working.
When you don’t want to see someone, that’s the time you see them all over. Peter seemed to be every where, but far enough away, we couldn’t really chat, which may have been by my doing. Make sure you keep walking, turn away and pretend you didn’t see him, in case he asks later. But that didn’t last long. After all my dodging and avoidance, well it was for nothing. Pete loved the idea I found Belle to be a MILF. Again he said, “he sure did”. The nervousness was gone and I felt a bit excited. Not thinking anything would happen, just the idea that maybe it could.
Now liking that someone thought your partner was a MILF and wanting or letting them do that is a huge difference. But the idea was nice to have and I kept that in my thoughts all day long. And wouldn’t you know who happened to see that I was thinking about her hard. Yes hard I was when Belle saw me on the beach. She said hello and then looked me up and down and asked if that was her doing. The expectation on her face let me know she was excited by the thought. I did not let her down, “yes I could not stop thinking about your little flash to me”. Belle said, “well make sure you walk by tomorrow, maybe there will be another show for you”, and then walked down the beach slowly. Taking several steps away, then looking over her shoulder at me. She liked that I was still watching her walk away.
Of course I did not forget to go for a walk and have a look. Was she joking or teasing or will there be more to see? This was my last day here, so I was not going to miss out on what Belle may have in store for me. When I got to her side of the village and came into the garden, I saw Belle. Not inside today, but with a mat out on the grass in the garden. I stopped where I was last time. I saw the smile on Belle’s face when she saw me standing there. She turned to the side and bent forward. Giving me a great view of her ass in her tight yoga pants. Yoga pants never looked so good. She bent all the way down and looked back at me with an even bigger smile. Turning towards me now, she bent down over one leg and that same loose top was giving me a little peek. Turning to stretch over the other leg, really making those pants tight, well, made my pants tight too.
She faced towards me and gave me the same bent over flash as last time. But I knew the show was for me, so I didn’t walk away. Belle stretched and turned and flashed me. I could not take my eyes off her. Looking at every inch of her. Her ass in those tight pants and those breasts. Where to look? I love breasts and hers are some of the best I have seen and those pants, how are they not ripping open, the way she is stretching? The way they hugged her ass and showed the beautiful curve of them. A tight top to see the full curves of her breasts would have been nice, but I did enjoy seeing her breasts hanging there in this special show for me.
So much more than what I saw last time. And even more than what I was expecting to see this time. But the show was not over. I didn’t want to go and Belle had something more for me. Belle sat on her mat, pulled her feet together towards her. Holding them, she sat up as straight as she could. Pulling her arms close to her side and pushing her chest forward. Her shirt tightened around her breasts. She stretched side to side and back up to her upright stretch. Then Belle ran her hands up her legs and along her sides. They rested under her breasts. Pulling the shirt down so I had a good view of her cleavage. Then she traced around them and held her breasts, giving them a little lift. This was about all I could handle but Belle had more for me.
Holding her breasts, Belle looked me straight in the eyes. With a naughty look on her face, she gave them a squeeze. Her breasts pushed against her top. I could see her nipples poking out. Another squeeze and Belle’s eyes not leaving mine. I looked up at her eyes and back to her breasts. I keep going back and forth as I didn’t want to miss anything. The look on her face was such a turn on, but seeing her breasts was even more so. Then her shirt was wet where her nipples were pushing against her top. Belle saw me notice, but knew I didn’t know what was happening yet and kept watching me, to see my reaction when I did. One more big squeeze of her breasts and the wet spots got bigger but I also saw a stream of milk come through the shirt as well. That is what she was waiting for, the look on my face. Her smile was so big, but to put me over the edge, she pulled on her top to let her left breast come out and with her right hand, she gave it a good squeeze and I could see the many streams of milk come rushing out.
That was all I could take, not having even touch myself at all, I had a stream of my own. And Belle could see the wetness start around the bulge in my pants. She let loose of her top, to let it slide back up over her exposed breast and giggled as she kept looking at me, at my wetness and up to my eyes. She blew me a kiss and picked up her mat. Giving me one last look at her breasts as she bent over. She turned to walk back to her room, yoga pants tight over her ass. I watched her walk to her room and saw Peter there watching the whole thing. I never took my eyes off of Belle so did not notice he was there at all. He was rubbing one hand on his crotch and with the other one, gave me a thumbs up. Belle went through the door and they both walked off into their room. I was left standing there, alone, and so excited and amazed at the show Belle put on for me. I didn’t care that Peter was watching. It was his wife and I was glad to have seen what Belle showed me. This was the best holiday I have had.
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