Previously: Flying to the Caribbean to watch part of the England cricket tour of the West Indies I had entered into conversation with my seated partner Julie.
Chaperoning her much younger sister Sara, elsewhere in the plane, Julie was not so interested in the sport but more in getting time away from her errant husband, and intent upon visiting a previous lover on an adjoining island. Meantime Sara, although making it obvious she was interested in me, had hitched up with a married couple and I had taken her attractive married sister to dinner on our first night in the hope that things might develop sexually between us. Our conversation over the delightful meal in romantic surroundings had, after two bottles of Californian Chablis, descended to a sexual level. Later that night, Julie complained she couldn't sleep. For the next couple of hours neither of us did!
4. Sisters Two
Bleary-eyed we went down to breakfast. Sara was sat at the beach side of the restaurant and waved to us.
"Now there's a rare sight," laughed Julie, "My sister alone at breakfast." The younger Sara grinned knowingly at us as we joined her under a coconut tree.
"Good shag you guys?" She put her hand to her mouth, "Oh no, I forgot, you were there for a chat, Tom."
Julie gave her a sisterly glare, "For God's sake, Sara, keep your voice down, and don't be so fucking coarse."
We all laughed, and I chipped in, "Actually it was three chats."
Sara clapped her hands, "Wow, you two certainly had some speech saved up!" She looked wistfully towards the bar where the waiters were hovering, "I could do with a long chat myself. There's a guy over there who looks as though he might be a good conversationalist!"
"Oh yes, and who's the poor defenseless chappie this time?"
"See the waiter drying the glasses? The one in the tight pants?" He turned towards us and smiled, I could see the appeal. "Yes, that one!"
"Bloody hell, Sara, don't you ever stop?"
"You know me Sis, an empty pussy is a lonely pussy, and I don't think she will be very lonely too much longer, I've seen him watching me when he thought I wasn't looking."
I don't blame him, I thought to myself, who wouldn't be attracted to Sara dressed as she was, tight shorts showing half her rounded bare ass, bikini top barely hiding her nipples and quite brown from somewhere recently sunny, or maybe the local tanning shop. Her dirty blonde hair was tied back in a tight ponytail, emphasising her long neck. Even though I had recently had sex with her sister, I fancied her like crazy.
Julie sat down next to Sara, "Tom, please excuse my very rude sister, she isn't normally this bad."
I waved my hand, "Please don't mind me, I had a girl friend like you once, Sara."
"And you lived to tell the tale? Fuck!"
I looked over towards the breakfast bar, the distinct aroma of bacon wafting across my nostrils, "I don't know about you two, but I'm starving."
"That's what sex does for you," laughed Sara, "Now you know why I am only having fruit juice!"
"Go on then, Tom," said Julie, sidling up to her sister, "I'll follow you in a minute, we girls have something we want to talk about."
"No doubt how good a shag I was?" I laughed and, following a glare from my lover, I put up my hands, "Okay, I'm going."
When I returned with a loaded plate, the girls were still locked head to head, and laughing. Julie looked over at my meal, "That looks appetising, Tom, I want some."
Alone with me for the first time since that brief nocturnal moment in the corridor, Sara leaned closer, and cut to the chase, "You have a nice cock, Tom."
On my way to her sister's room for the supposed chat, she had reached under the towel and grabbed hold of it, I had been massively erect. I remembered the coolness of her hand and very briefly wanting to fuck her instead of her sister. But Julie had opened the door and caught her red-handed. Literally!
"Thank you Sara. Little Tom likes to please."
"What a lovely name! Not so little either!" She raised her sunglasses and stared at me earnestly, "You know that I want him, don't you?"
Even though my cock stirred instantly at the thought of getting down and dirty with this twenty-year old woman, I told her that last night's events with her sister had left me depleted and that the organ in question would not be worthy of her attention for at least a day.
She leaned forward, "Oh, I think my mouth would make you worthy, Tom."
I tried to ignore visualising that erotic picture, with little success. My cock stirred further. "Besides," I continued, "I am sleeping with your sister, I hardly think she would approve."
"Yeah, but she's married, and got her eye on her old lover. And you won't be able to shag her back home, she will be too far away."
"What about you, don't you live up north too?"
"No way, too fucking boring. I am in London, Islington to be precise. That anywhere near you?"
I could see the possibilities, now that Karen and I had officially broken up. "About an hour on the Tube, I guess."
"So there you are, Tom. You can fuck me here and fuck me back home, what more could you want?"
The forwardness of this young woman was giving me indigestion as I attempted to munch my way through a large pork sausage. I remained silent in thought, wondering what I might be letting myself in for if I gave in.
Sara pouted over the remains of her coffee. "Don't you want me then? You don't seem very interested."
I put a casual hand on her inner thigh and immediately, quickly making sure we were unobserved, she grabbed it and pressed it into her crotch. Although there was no sign of any dampness, I could feel the heat of her sex. I weakened instantly.
"Of course I do, and I can feel how hot you are for me. And if you must know, I was thinking about you while I had sex your sister. And don't you dare tell her!"
Sara peered under the table at my obvious erection and whistled softly.
"And if your sister hadn't invited me to her room, I have no doubt you and I would still be up there, fucking like rabbits."
"Now that's the nicest thing I've heard this morning. You know what? I masturbated in your bed, Tom, thinking about your cock inside me. So I made a wet patch instead of you!" In order that Julie and I could enjoy some privacy I had offered Sara the use of my room, she had asked if I had been wanking in my bed prior to that.
I laughed, "Nice one, I must remember to smell the sheet when I go back up."
"Dirty bastard! I love it, you think like me!" She looked thoughtfully at her pineapple juice, "Tom, can I ask you something personal?"
"Of course, I assume it's something do with sex?"
She grinned, "You misjudge me! But yes it is. You don't have to answer this, but have you ever worn a girl's panties?"
My cock twitched at a past memory, "Why do you ask that?"
"I just think you might be kinky enough to do that."
