Kelly’s intro to al fresco sex was fun for a German tourist too.
I can see the erotic in most sexual scenarios, but there are some things that I’ve never really wanted to explore. Sex in a public place for instance. Genitals can be grim enough all by themselves without the curse of natural light. However, on holiday in Gran Canaria with my new love Will, I learnt to ignore my stretch marks and baggy norks, let go and live in the moment.
It was hot, our apartment was begging to be christened, and the ten tankards of ‘Tropical’ had left us feeling as frisky as felines on catnip. It started in the bedroom with an innocent peck on the lips, which quickly led to a full-on foreplay session as Will picked me up and sat me on the dresser for inspection. I decided to let him take control for once as he pulled my dress up over my legs, exposing my trembling thighs and camp-as white pants. Teasing my legs apart and edging my arse right to the edge of the dresser he gently gripped my thighs, while he nibbled his way up my neck. Cupping my hips, he mouthed his way over my breasts and mapped his tongue over my belly.
Then he told me to turn around and face the mirror, which I did without question. I was more than willing to submit control after always being the dominant one in bed. Kneeling on the table I watched his hands caress my tits. Then grasping his fat hard cock he began to masturbate while he kissed down my back and bent me forward. I could now feel the icy cold of the mirror pressing against my hot tits.
He detached my bra that had fallen about my middle and bound my hands across my back with it. I felt entirely powerless as he started to get rougher. Grabbing onto my plump thighs he forced my legs wider before locking them with his arms. Unable to release them and still slammed against my own reflection, his tongue explored my pouting wet pussy. Then, as he began to penetrate me I gripped him tight, then lost control when he started to fuck me faster and deeper. I seemed to come in slow motion, and with every thrust on climax, I could feel his cock throb harder inside.
I was breathless now as he grabbed my hand and led me out of the room. “C’mon, I wanna go outside,” he said. Lying back on the sunlounger in our tiny private garden, he dragged me on top of him and entered me again. His cock was so big now that it hurt. I felt like screaming. I didn’t, but I know I was making far too much noise for 3.30am.
Pushing me off him and then over onto the sunlounger he silenced me with a cupped hand. “Be quiet,” he said, lifting my limp legs up over his shoulders. Pinned down and muted, he started to fuck me really deep, really hard and far faster than usual. I felt incontinent, like I was going to urinate all over him. I came again, this time via vaginal penetration alone, which was a first for me, as he jetted his warm cum on my stomach and tits. Laughing like a pair of toddlers high on sugar, we sank into the sunlounger in a sweaty heap.
The last laugh however was reserved for a German tourist (like everything else is on holiday). He’d been sitting outside the apartment adjacent to us watching the whole time. He’d probably filmed it. Still, if footage of my liberated lovemaking’s working its way around Germany as tossing-fodder, then so be it. I doubt the poor bloke could’ve scored free sex anyway, given his short shorts with thigh-high socks combo.
In retrospect, I should’ve just told Will to shout, “Wish you were here, eh mate?”
