I let the son of the couple who owns my holiday home fuck me raw at the side of the pool [FM]

So, considering I’m currently on holiday and actually got myself fucked really well just now, I thought I’d share:

This whole thing started back in late May. I, newly vaccinated and flying high on the fact that it seemed like finally this whole pandemic stuff was dying down, decided to book myself a nice holiday in Italy. It’s not very far from the country where I’m from, and so it seemed reasonably close that, even if things were about to take a turn for the worse again, I’d be able to get back home very quickly.

I shopped around a bit, talked to a couple of co-workers, asked a couple of friends if they had any recommendations, and finally settled on a nice remote place in Trentino. Privately owned, beautiful little pool, and a gorgeous view of the mountains from the back of the property. A friend of mine told me, and I quote: “The place has a lot to offer.”

Turns out she was right lol.

Just for context: The family that owns it has their own family home just behind the guest house, but they assured me that the guest house was very private and I was unlikely to be disturbed. Good thing, too, because about half the reason I was planning on this holiday was that I was going out of my mind because of the very annoying neighbors I have. They are so loud that I can never find the peace to work on the novel that I’m currently writing and I was dedicated to finishing it.

So I arrived here a couple days ago. It really is a lovely little place. I made great headway in my writing for the first two days but then the heatwave arrived. It has been hot since yesterday. H. O. T. Too hot to do anything but lounge around by the pool all day and idly make little plot annotations in my notebook, really.

That’s what I did yesterday, and naturally that’s what I was planning to do today as well.

The pool was surrounded by tall hedges on all the sides that don’t face the mountain range, and so, when I laid down on the pool-side chaise lounge early this morning in merely a bikini, I thought why not take off my top for a bit? There’s really no need to get a tan line if nobody is around to see me naked, is there?

And I can’t lie, it gave me a little bit of a thrill, to be honest. There’s just something delicious about the thought of being discovered like this: indecent, with my tits out. It’s not like I’ve got some sort of exhibitionism fetish, but like… Well, you know how it is, right?

So I lay there in the early morning sun, a bit drowsy from basically doing nothing at all for a week now, slightly horny from exposing myself like this.

And it’s not like this was a giant all-consuming wave of horniness, but well, it was so inviting. My nipples had hardened a little and were so sensitive in the slight breezy wind that occasional swept over them, and the feeling of the sun in general was just really nice, and so it was almost a subconscious decision when I let my hands drift over them for a bit, just to watch my nipple peak a little more, just to stoke the arousal into more of low-level flame, instead of just a spark that sat low in my stomach.

I thumbed my right nipple hard, and shivered because it felt so good.

My hand slipped lower, almost by accident. It ran over my soft belly lazily, not really with a direction in mind. Of course, there was only one place to go from there, not that I was really thinking about doing something about the sudden wetness I could feel between my legs.

Indulging in this shameless indecency was already kind of risky. It’s not like I could chuck off my soaked bikini bottoms and just start getting myself off right then and there, right?

A part of me wanted to. A part of me ached with the need to at least slip my fingers lower and touch my pussy and chase this potentially really good orgasm to the end.

But before I could decide if that kind of utterly slutty display was really in me, I heard a slight clinking sound behind me and hot humiliation crashed through me like a wave.

I turned to look, because surely, I thought, surely this couldn’t be. There’s just no way somebody could have seen me, right?

But, as I tried to cover my breasts with my hand, I already knew that this was just the kind of luck I was prone to having.

“Perdona mi, but you look hot,” the guy said, and raised the glass he was holding at me as if this was a sight that he came across every day: a woman playing with her tits in full daylight or rather in this moment, a woman trying to cover up her tits with her hands but failing, because there was simply too much of them to properly hold them in just my two tiny hands without them spilling over my fingers.

As I stared at him, wordlessly, utterly unsure of what I could say to make this look less shameful than it was, I realized two things:

One, I’d seen the guy before, if only in passing. He was the house-owners youngest son, a guy of maybe twenty-five or so, who had stayed in the background when his mother had pressed the keys to the guest house into my hands at the beginning of the week, but who had the kind of looks and charisma that even back then, my eyes had strayed over his form with a little bit of of hunger. He was sun-bronzed and toned in the way that people who work outside in the sun all day are; dark haired and dark eyed.

Two, with said dark eyes trained directly on my half-naked form, my arousal showed no sign of abating. My nipples were still hard and rubbed deliciously against my palms when I shrank back a little because the guy started walking closer to me. My pussy, if at all possible, was even wetter than before.

The guy didn’t stop until he stood directly next to the chaise lounge. Where I could feel shame driving a furious blush into my cheeks, he showed no sign at all of embarrassment. He let his eyes linger on all the skin that I had exposed for the world to see. He raised his glass again, and I focused on the way that the ice cubes in it were clinking against the rim instead of meeting his eyes.

“You look hot,” he said again, and then, “Would you like help cooling off?”

Stunned at his slightly accented words, I opened my mouth to tell him to fuck off, because surely he was making fun of me. Surely, this wasn’t as much of an offer as my sleazy and lust-addled brain was making it seem to be.

“I—“ My throat was dry and the right words wouldn’t come out.

I could see his dark eyes glint in amusement, and that send another shudder of shame through me. The worst thing was, it only made me burn hotter. I could feel the clench in my lower abdomen, I could feel the slick of my own juices slide through the folds of my pussy.

He chucked back his drink until all that was left in the glass is the ice cubes and then sat down next to me with a smirk. “Signora, you look hot, and I’ve got a lot of ice to cool you down. I am thirsty, and that wet spot on your underwear looks like just the thing that could quench my thirst. I propose a trade.”

There’s no mistaking that sentence. It’s a come-on for sure.

Lust takes a hold of my brain before I can take the time to breathe through it. I wanted it, suddenly, his tongue licking inside of me, that orgasm that he was promising with the absolutely filthy tinge to his words.

“Fuck,” I breathed out. “Fuck yeah, okay.”

He beamed at me and then put his entire hand directly between my legs without any foreplay. The self-assured way he did it shook me to my core. It was so hot, as if now that I’d give him permission there was no need to talk about anything else anymore. Like, now that he had the foot in the door, there was no need for further invitations, he’d just take what he wanted from me and do it in whichever way he thought best.

I whined. It was needy and raw, and worse than that, I struggled to contain another whine when he shushed me for it. “Maybe not so loud. My parents are just over the hedge.”

The heel of his hand ground against my clit as he said it and I shook from how hot it felt.

The renewed fear of discovery was a stunningly arousing thing as well, and I felt so dazed and overcome by how much it turned me on, that I followed the push of his hands easily.

The owner’s son made me turn around and put me on my knees. Then he spread his large hand out between my shoulders until my tits were squished against the rough fabric of the chaise-lounge cushions beneath me and my ass was high in the air.

If I’d felt exposed before, it was nothing compared to how I felt then.

“Yeah, you’re really wet here,” he muttered and poked a finger against the swell of my pussy. I could tell how true his words were. His carelessly prodding finger made the thin fabric of my bikini bottoms slide against the slickness of my hungry hole, and when he pushed in even further, far enough that some of the fabric slipped into my entrance together with his finger there was a really lewd wet sound that was loud enough to pull another whine from me.

“Just get on with it,” I demanded. “I thought you wanted a taste.”

“Sure, I will. Just let me look at this slutty pussy of yours first. I’ve never seen someone who got so wet without even being touched.”

Not sure whether I hated or loved the fact that his English was so good, I clenched my eyes shut and let the humiliating words echo throughout me without complaining. Being talked to like that, it wasn’t something I’d had men do to me very often, but in the right situation it was undeniably hot.

Apparently he had looked his fill then, because without another word he pulled down my bikini bottoms. I could feel the fabric cling a little to my pussy lips where my juices had turned a little tacky because I’d been so horny for so long now. Then there was the rush of air against my hot skin, and then the owner’s son used his broad hands to spread me open and put his tongue on me.

I don’t even know his fucking name, I thought madly, as he dove in.

He was good enough at eating pussy though, that I decided it didn’t really matter. He varied his approach: little kitten licks and wet hungry kisses and soft suction directly against my clit made me climb higher and higher towards my orgasm until suddenly, he stopped.

“You still look hot,” he whispered. “Let me help cool you down.”

One of his hands slipped away from where he’d been holding me open, but it returned quickly. A shiver went through me when I realized that he’d meant his words literally. Instead of his fingers, he touched me with one of the ice cubes that he must have taken out of his mostly empty glass.

It was unbearably shocking, that first touch. He pressed the ice cube against the oversensitive skin of my thighs and ran it upwards, almost until he reached my now achingly untouched pussy.

I felt myself clenching around nothing when he stopped short of it, and then there was his hot mouth on my thigh, licking up a trail of ice water mixed with the slick that was overflowing from my core.

“Ah, hngh,” another loud moan threatened to escape me but I stifled it by shoving the edge of a cushion into my mouth and biting down on it.

The owner’s son just chuckled and then retrieved another ice cube. This one he let glide over my ass cheeks, up towards the small of my back and there he let it settle of a while until it was mostly melted.

What he did next, made me choke on my pillow.

He picked the small remaining sliver of ice up with his finger and then ran it over my exposed asshole. When he bucked against the cold and foreign touch there, he pushed it inside.

Fuck, I thought. It was too cold, so cold it almost felt searingly hot, so cold that I lost all of my thinking capabilities. I wasn’t sure if I wanted more of that sensation or less. It was maddening.

I could feel ice water trickle out of my asshole and the sheer nasty surprise of that sensation almost pushed me over the edge, almost made me cum.

“Fuck,” he whispered. “You took that so well.”

I shuddered again.

The owner’s son repositioned himself behind me and it’s not until I heard the zipper of his jeans that I realized why he was doing so.

I almost turned around to ask him what the fuck he was thinking, but then I felt the wet tip of what must have been his dick slap against the skin of my ass.

“Fuck,” he whispered again. “Can I— Can I put it inside? I’m not thirsty anymore and you’ve cooled down a little, can I fuck you now?”

For a moment I thought he was crazy but then I remembered his dumb little pick-up line at the beginning of all this. My conscious mind wanted to roll my eyes at it and but my hindbrain was overcome by the heavy ache in my pussy where the emptiness and my general horniness had bounded together to create this very simple and base sensation of need.

All it took was a split second and the need won out. Fuck it, I thought. Letting him stick his dick inside of me wouldn’t actually make this situation worse at this point. I’d already behaved like a shameless slut, the least I could do was reap the rewards and get myself a good fucking from it.

And besides, if the guy was as good at fucking as he was at eating pussy, then I was in for a ride.

I pulled my mouth away from the cushion to tell him yes, and immediately realized that was a mistake when all of the horny and needy words that I’d silenced before came spilling out of me in a rush: “Yeah, come on. Put your dick inside of my pussy and fuck me hard. It’s so hot even just pressed against my skin, I bet it’ll feel even hotter inside of me when you’re pounding away at me. It feels so big, it’s gonna stretch me open. Come on, put it in.”

I was past the point of blushing at that point, and way past caring who might be close enough to hear this tirade of lewdness.

A good thing, too, because then he started actually pushing his cock inside of my pussy and it seemed he wasn’t able to keep quiet anymore either.

A guttural moan escaped him when his thick cock-head popped past the tightest part. He bowed his head low against my shoulder blades and immediately started rabbitting his cock inside of me mindlessly. It felt like he’d been reduced to his animalistic side, like my pussy had taken all of his sanity.

The tight grip of his hands on my hips would probably leave bruises, but I liked that, I liked that he felt that he had to hold on this tight, maybe just because he was afraid I’d leave him hanging, or maybe even because some base instinct inside of him was primed to not let me go until he’d bred me properly, until he filled my fuckhole with his cum and could see the claim of it in the white gushing mess trickling out of me.

The sudden insane thought of that, of the fact that I was letting some guy whose name I didn’t even know fuck me raw like this, hit me like a slap to the face.

It should have woken me up from my horny haze, should have made me push him off and demand that he at least put on a condom if he wanted to continue, but instead it’s the thing that pushed me over the edge.

I came and came and came. It was a seemingly endless sea of mindless pleasure that rippled out from my very core and all throughout my body.

Even once I was done with coming, he didn’t stop seeking his own pleasure inside of my body.

He just kept fucking and groaning and fucking and groaning. The slaps of his thighs against the back of mine was extremely loud. The squelch of my pussy whenever he fucked in was even more embarrassing.

I sunk into it, let him do what he wanted, sated and relaxed in the way only a truly great orgasm could make me.

When his hips finally stuttered to a standstill and he pushed his dick inside of me as far as it would go, I swear I could feel his hot cum covering the inner walls of my channel. His dick twitched inside of me while he pulled out, and it was so visceral a sensation, especially combined with his seed dripping out of me, that it made me shudder through another surprise orgasm.

Fuck, I thought, just… fuck.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/pmk3ms/i_let_the_son_of_the_couple_who_owns_my_holiday