I’ve always been something of an exhibitionist. Many of the girls I’ve slept with over the years have liked the idea of it but when it came to it lost their nerve or didn’t find it as sexy an experience as they thought. Luckily, in my early 20s, my second serious girlfriend Claire was not only open to it but built her confidence up quite quickly to the point that it became something of a lifestyle for her after we broke up. This is the story of our first holiday together.
Back then, like me, Claire was a teacher. We worked in different schools but had met through a work event that involved drinks afterwards. We only kissed that night but it was the start of something of a whirlwind of an initial romance. After a couple of weeks of very regular sex and with the end of the summer term approaching, we thought we would treat ourselves to a beach holiday. We settled on Greece, a relatively private hotel by the sea and opted to pay a little extra to have a ‘swim up’ room. It’s fair to say we were looking forward to 10 days of eating, drinking, sunbathing and fucking, in whatever order we fancied on any given day.
Between us meeting and departing, we’d fooled around and had sex in semi-public places a few times: lay-bys during night time drives, sneaking into the disabled bathroom for a blowjob and once, memorably, rubbing her pussy in her classroom before helping her take some things home at the end of term. We never talked about our planned most of these things, they just happened. The swim-up room was different though. Claire brought it up a few times and there were variations on a theme.
“I’d love to have sex in our pool. Late at night. With the lights out. In the dark, it would be so romantic. Actually, if we leave the lights on, it would be quite naughty…”
I knew it was going to happen and I knew how it was going to be: ‘leaving the lights on’ was a little code we’d developed.
When we first had car sex it was quite late at night and we’d pulled in at the side of an ‘A’ Road. It wasn’t particularly busy and we she wanted to fuck so badly we didn’t want to wait to get home. That’s when our little joke about ‘leaving the light on’ started: in the middle of fucking, me in the passenger seat with her bouncing on my cock, she began to urgently whisper “Turn the light on…” repeatedly, until I did. It wasn’t long until she came, riding me harder knowing that her body was illuminated now to any nearby traffic.
I knew that in Greece she wanted there to be a chance someone would see us.
The start of the holiday was pretty tame but very relaxing. Beautiful surroundings, no kids, all-inclusive food and drink and plenty of time to fuck in the air conditioned room in the hottest part of the day. The ‘swim up’ room was a little misleading. Basically, the ground floor rooms on our little section had their own small pool, not very deep, separate from the other rooms and the main pool. It was great for cooling off but the shade created by the angle of our little building meant we spent more time at the main pool in the sunshine: bad design but no big deal. The best part was that it looked directly onto the sea. The second best part was that it was partially overlooked by two balconies and was also in close proximity to the adjacent rooms and swim up pools.
It was never said but Claire, like me, must have realised that if we fucked in our little pool there was a good chance someone would see or at least hear us.
A few days in, after a good dinner and more than a few drinks, Claire initiated sex when we were on the bed. I was lying on the bed in a robe, naked underneath and she stripped off, took the book out of my hands and sat on my face.
She could be quite vocal when she was feeling assertive and I remember her giving clear instructions about how I should lick and kiss her waxed pussy. She loved to have her pussy lips sucked firmly. I alternated sides often, stopping each time to lap at her hole and nudge my tongue inside her. This was how she had her first orgasm of the night. One was never enough for her though: she could easily go again straight away. Just as I thought, she wanted me inside of her. What she suggested certainly raised a smile.
“You’ve got me all hot and bothered. Should we have a quick dip and cool down? We could leave the light on…”
We grabbed a condom then headed straight out together and dropped our robes before we got into the pool. It was cold. I’m not going to lie here: cooling off was happening too literally for my liking and my cock was getting soft.
“We can’t have that, can we? Let me warm you up.”
She pushed me against the edge of the pool and started kissing me passionately, her crotch pressed into mine and her arms around me. She knew how to turn me on. Our tongues circled each other for a while and soon I was good to go again. I spun her around and pinned her against the edge of the pool. My mouth peppered her neck and tits with kisses, popping one of her tits in my mouth while I reached down to rub her pussy. The outer lips were cooled by the water but I could still feel the fiery, sticky heat coming from her when I pushed inside slightly. I lifted her up onto the edge of the pool and it was just about the right height for me to position my dick to fill her if I stood slightly on the front of my feet. There was some fumbling with the condom: it was tricky to get on with the water on my dick and my eager hands fumbling to stretch it and roll it down my length. Once it was on, I slipped straight inside her and she moaned, wrapping her legs and arms around me. I could feel the heft of her breasts pushing into my chest every time I thrust into her. Her breathing was deep, heavy, quieter than she usually was.
“Harder, sweety. Faster. I want your cum in me.”
This little bit of dirty talk sent me over the edge and I groaned, louder than she had, as I filled her up. I could feel her thin legs shaking and assumed she was having her second orgasm – it was rare we finished at the same time.
I stayed inside her a little while, my head resting against hers and on her shoulder before she pulled back to kiss me passionately again.
“Thank you!”
It was a mischievous smile on her face.
“What’s up? What’s that look for?”
I must have looked confused – even more so after she said a cryptic “I’ll tell you when we get inside”.
I pulled the condom off, we got out of the pool and returned to the room.
“So what was that about?” I laughed.
She explained it all: did I not hear the couple next door walking back to their room via the back entrance? I honestly didn’t: I was busy and looking the other way. It turned out this couple, in their late 30-s, had spotted what we were doing over the small ‘privacy’ hedge that separated our outdoor areas. They’d both looked shocked and stopped still for a few moments.
“That’s when I started talking to you, telling you to fill me up. I looked right at the man. His wife realised and couldn’t get him inside fast enough!”
I tried to picture it from their point of view: this pretty 20-something perched on the end of the pool, her face contorted, staring straight back as her boyfriend’s ass bucked wildly until she instructed him to cum.
I would have LOVED to have seen something like that! We both laughed about it some more and then, after making each other horny again, fucking loudly, screaming, grunting and making the bedsprings creak so they knew we were at it again.
I hope they enjoyed their holiday as much as we did.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/w6tpj9/exhibitionist_girlfriend_fucked_hard_on_holiday