At the time of writing I was in my early thirties. I was broken up with a few months before and drowned myself in work instead of processing my emotions like a normal person. A lot of long, unfulfilling evenings.
The company was doing well in this time, and we went for an all-inclusive business-pleasure trip to Greece – Crete to be precise. Attendance was more or less mandatory, even though I was still in no mood for such pleasantries. A few meetings, and a lot of booze and sunshine. My co-workers had a great time at least.
The last evening of our stay, I decided to skip the feast and head out for the beach. This was my first time in Greece, so I had some sense left telling me to at least go for one swim in the sea with the setting sun as a beautiful backdrop. I was a little surprised to see I was the only there, probably because the temperature had dropped to be slightly chilly. I loved it.
You know that feeling when you are alone somewhere public and you just get the feeling to do something wild? I had that itch, and since I knew all my coworkers were getting drunk I decided to just go with it and live a little. So, I tossed everything down, trunks included, and ran straight into the ocean.
It felt good. Real good. So I just swam around, got rid of a lot of tension that was held up in my body, and then floated around some more. It was liberating.
As I walked out, the sun had almost set leaving a beautiful hue on everything. While I am no walking pile of muscles, I pride myself on keeping somewhat in shape. After the swimming, the water dripping off, I thought I looked good. The chill hadn’t even been able to play its trickery and I was walking full mast due to the excitement of having been swimming nude in public.
That’s when I heard giggling – it seems two young woman had placed themselves on the beach during my swim, and were just now heading out. I briskly walked to my towel to cover up, hoping the dusk would hide the redness of my cheeks. Then I heard them shout “Hey, nice ass! 110 in an hour, don’t be late!” and run off like a pair of giddy schoolgirls.
The message hadn’t really registered in my shame as I dried off and walked back to my room. As I hopped into the shower, my brain started working again. Did I really hear that right? What did it mean? I must’ve stood there for a solid 5 minutes, cock throbbing in excitement as I played the scene back in my mind over and over. I felt renewed, rejuvenated, as I hadn’t in a long time. As I tripped out of the shower to check the time, an hour had passed…
I nervously set to dressing myself up, putting on cologne, wearing a nicely tailored outfit – plus side of the business nature of the trip. It was all still done in some auto-pilot fog that you get into when you have to get up early in the morning.
I went out, almost forgetting my keycard and the bottle of wine from the minibar I grabbed, and set out to room 110. The hotel was structured with a main building with smaller rooms where we were situated, and some apartments further down towards the beach. 110 was the last of their line, and I noticed the door slightly ajar. My heart pounding out of my chest, I pushed the door open and walked in.
I beheld a sight that will be burned in my mind for the rest of my life.
On the kingsize bed were the two women, I would guess in their late twenties, their bodies intertwined, illuminated by a few candles. They had used some massage oil as their skin reflected the light elegantly as their hands were sliding everywhere, moans rising in between.
As I stood there with the “deer in headlights” look, I dropped the wine announcing my arrival. “Took you long enough, so we started without you” said the one currently on top. She was a brunette, with her hair now tightly wound in a knot. She was kneeling over the other, and had beautiful wide hips with an ass to match. I think I started drooling at this point.
“C’mon then, don’t let us have all the fun” the other chimed in, having released herself from sucking the full breasts of her captor. A little painful moan escaped as she clamped back on, biting a little as betrayed by her smile. All I could tell from this point is that she was slim, blonde, and probably British.
I needed no further motivation, and quickly removed all carefully selected clothing from my body. I climbed onto the bed behind them, and placed my hands on the brunette’s ass, admiring it’s plump but still tight nature. I felt around, pinched and grabbed, letting my thumbs run close to her warm mound. Now fully enthralled by lust, I give her right bosom a hard flat handed slap, sending it wiggling and leaving a red mark. The cutest yelp-moan came out that I had ever heard, triggering me to continue slapping in between teasingly rubbing near her essentials.
The blonde had continued on her breasts, neck and lips. Kisses going from pecks to deep longing ones with tongue and a little bite. Brunette was a mess, quivering, sweating and drooling from the constant teasing.
During one such kiss, I moved onto something I had read a lot about, but never had experienced before. I moved closer, and started carefully licking her asshole. I moved from licks to sticking my tongue in, which went with ease due to the oils they (and now myself) were covered in. With my hands, I started gently rubbing and massaging her clit in circular motions. After a minute of this, she starts to cum, tumbling onto the blonde as the ecstasy ebbs through her.
Giving her ass a last slap for good measure, I get off the bed to see the girls heads aligned nicely near the edge. My cock is harder than it’s ever been, throbbing with excitement. As I put it near their heads, they look up and start licking from under and above, sucking a little in between. The blonde still being underneath moves towards my balls, kissing them, then rolling them in her mouth. Brunette then starts sucking the head, and suddenly just swallows my cock whole, burying her nose into my stomach.
That was a first for me, on my bucket list, and still it felt so much better than I had thought possible. Blondy still had my balls in her mouth, which combined with my long dry spell caused a surprise orgasm for me, sending my cum into brunettes throat in large pulses. She took it all unmoving, and I felt her tongue still moving sending shivers down my spine. As I was drained, she slowly pulled away and swallowed it all.
I fell sideways onto the bed, panting with my eyes wide open. “Wow… I’ve always wanted to experience that” was all I could muster. The brunette had to laugh, “that was a record for me”. I reassured them, “don’t worry, I have some more left in me.” I crawl towards the blonde now, “I believe it’s your turn?”
She laid down on her back, spreading her legs and uncovering her tight and gorgeous pussy. A small strip of hair was left above to accentuate the size. I started by massaging and kissing her muscled calves and thighs, moving up towards her stomach and then her small but perky breasts. I left a kiss on her nipples, circling them a little with my tongue, before making my way back down.
Being out of her way, the brunette gave her a kiss and then promptly sat on her face towards me. I followed suit by burying myself in between the blondes legs and started licking around her outer walls. As I move closer she crosses her legs and traps my head between them, exercising quite some strength to push me deeper as I hear moans coming from under the brunette’s bottom.
I eat my way around her pussy, flicking my tongue on her clit, sucking on it, sometimes applying a careful nibble. My hands were firmly placed on her butt before, but now as she angles upwards a bit pushing me into her, I use one to enter and look for her g-spot.
I noticed as soon as I found it, as her grip increased and she buckled upwards more. I loved how intense it was, and how easy it made it to read her reactions. After some more rubbing, licking and sucking she too climaxed, making me fear for my neck as she writhed in pleasure.
As I was released, we are all left panting on the bed. After a few minutes of rest, blondy muses “anything else you’d like to try?”, having noticed my relative inexperience outside of the usual. Feeling bold, I confidently opt the other item off my sexual bucket list “…well I’ve always wanted to try anal.”
Enduring the teasing responses regarding my apparent cuteness was fully worth it, as brunette once more got onto her knees on the side of the bed. “Well, you did the warm-up, might as well take the reward. Slow and steady though”. While similar to the initial, that too was a sight I would never forget, her hips swaying as she presented herself to me.
Blondy positioned herself on the pillows, watching lazily while rubbing herself. I got up and positioned myself, then placed my renewed hard on against her behind, letting her push herself onto me. The sight of my head slowly entering was mesmerizing, her breath and moans completing the picture. Slowly but surely I went in deeper, until once more I found myself all the way inside of her.
She was very tight, and I could feel the warmth over the entire length of my dick. As she started rubbing herself she whispered the hottest thing she could’ve at that moment – “fuck me”.
I started out slow, staying in and moving back and forth, grabbing her big bosom tightly. Not being able to help myself, I started going faster and harder, adding back the slapping in the rotation. The sight of that amazingly full and tight ass bouncing on my cock with the combined tightness and her moans set me off after a few minutes of intense fucking, once more filling her with my cum. At that point I was spent, and fell back onto the bed.
They both took to my side, sharing warmth and whatever was left of the oil and juices for a while. Then a poke, “Time to go stranger, thanks for the fun but we got an early morning ahead!”. I got up, dressed myself as best I could (I think I put more than 1 piece on backwards), and looked back at the two woman who had given me exactly what I had needed. While I wanted to say something meaningful, I could all but utter another Owen Wilson’s “Wow” as I left.
I hope they can think back to the day they fucked a guy brain dead, but for me it was the change I needed in my life to move forward again.
–J
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/8esee0/an_evening_to_remember_on_a_trip_to_forget_mff
Great read!