The story so far: Flying to the Caribbean to watch part of the England cricket tour of the West Indies I had met and made love with a married woman called Julie, and her twenty year old sister Sara. In between those two delightful events, both sisters joined me for an unexpected ménage-a-trois. The teenage maid Simone, changing the towels, had silently watched the erotic proceedings.
After spending a few horny nights together in my bed, Sara and I met up at the first cricket match with some old swinging friends. The foursome that followed was disappointing, unlike the chance meeting later that night on a darkened balcony. Bob and Catherine were from Montreal and anxious to try their first swinging experience. They were not to be disappointed! The following day, Sara and I both had sex with the vivacious black room maid, albeit on separate occasions.
8. A Sea Urchin called Helen
Sara's sister Julie remained on Antigua, obviously the spark was truly reignited with her previous lover, and Sara and I continued to fuck daily. And yes, we did get to watch some more cricket, the whole point of being here! This match was to be played on the second leg of our tour, on St Lucia where, on the last two days Julie rejoined us ready for the flight home. The two girls went off to the shops together, limited though they were in the little town of Castries. I chose to relax on the beach and grab the final bit of tan, and admire the scantily clothed female scenery.
Two familiar female forms who were sprawled on their backs nearby. I recognised them from Barbados, they were obviously on the same cricket tour. Neither of them could have been more than seventeen and had been accompanied by two lads of similar age. There was no sign of the male complement today.
I caught the eye of one of girls as she turned over to bake her back, her bare ass cheeks separated by the thinnest string of black material, framing the outline of her plump pussy deep beyond. I hoped some conversation might lead to an equally revealing front view! "Where are your boyfriends?" I asked.
"Gone to watch the nets, whatever that means," she replied with a strong New York accent, peering over her enormous designer sunglasses. They were tinted two shades of orange and reminded me of Elton John.
"It's where they practice for the match tomorrow," I explained, "You have a better chance of meeting the players."
"Oh."
She stretched out a formal hand, "I'm Helen and this is my cousin Janet."
The second girl turned her head and sat up without smiling, clutching at a loose bikini top. Not that she had much to hide, her sunbathing partner was gifted with far more than her share in the breast department.
"Tom," I smiled, admiring their young bodies, memories of my own youth flooding back.
"Hi, Tom, you enjoying the holiday?" They no longer had to squint, the sun had gone to lunch, hiding behind an ominous black cloud, one of many we had experienced this last week. I nodded with a grin.
"Thought so," grinned Helen, the one with the tits. "We saw you on the balcony the other night."
Shit!
"Yeah, with a woman," added the one without, with a hint of sourness to her voice.
Julie or Sara? Without thinking, I asked, "Brunette or blonde?"
"You mean you don't know?" laughed Helen.
I grinned, with a pretence of embarrassment, "Depends which night, they were different women."
"Oh, cool bastard! Blonde actually."
Of course, I wondered how long they had been watching. So did Little Tom. In my CK's he was taking considerable interest.
"So how much did you see?" I asked, now truly curious, that third night in the Hotel Hibiscus I had taken Sara from behind over the balcony rail. Or started to, until we had company.
"You were fucking, you dirty bastard," spoke Janet in a matter of fact voice.
The sun reappeared and titless laid down turning her back on me. A rather nice ass I observed, making up for her lack of padding at the front.
"Yeah, we saw your dick," laughed her cousin, as though the sight of a hard cock had been an everyday event. I was sure that mine wasn't the first, especially with their looks, they were both slim and considerable sexy. And extremely fuckable, thought Little Tom, growing by the second.
I thought it prudent to remain silent and see where this was going, I hadn't screwed a seventeen year old since I was seventeen myself! Helen later informed me that her cousin was indeed seventeen but she herself was a year older. I wondered if I was going be thankful for that snippet of information!
She with the tits turned to face me, her breasts beautifully tanned, and so very kissable. I imagined my erection sliding between them in a glorious tit fuck. Lucky boyfriends! I wondered what else these girls had seen that night. I was soon to find out!
"Then we saw that other couple come out on their balcony and start to fool around too."
Catherine and Bob!
I nodded, "Yes, we saw them too." I omitted the fact that soon after their appearance the four of us were lustily screwing each other's partner in our one big bed! "We didn't see you though, where were you?"
"Room 1145, immediately above you," muttered Janet, trying her hardest not to be part of this conversation. "We could hardly miss you, we had a bird's-eye view."
"More like cocks-eye view!" laughed Helen. Suddenly, the way her eyes darted from my face to my groin and back again, I knew this girl wanted sex, and it would be a case of telling Sara after the event, rather than requesting permission as we had agreed upon back on Barbados.
Janet, her head half-turned, actually managed a weak smile, "What is it with these islands? Yesterday we sat and watched a couple making out in broad daylight. In front of everyone. After all, sex is supposed to be for the bedroom. Fucking disgusting is what I say!"
I shouted across to holier-than-thou, "If it's so fucking disgusting, why did you watch them then? And me and Sara for that matter?"
She muttered something under her breath and resumed her sunbathing.
Helen laughed, "Leave her alone, Tom, she's not getting any at the moment."
I gave her a salacious grin that said I could soon rectify that, but I fancied Helen much more, and I was getting signs that the sexual attraction was mutual.
"So this couple you saw making out, were they actually fucking on the beach?"
"No, not quite, I think they went to their room and did that. They were lying right where you are, Tom. But we didn't see his dick though, not like yours!"
I laughed, "I'm glad you enjoyed the entertainment!"
Helen rubbed some oil into her cousin's well-tanned back and giggled, "Only half of it though, we know where the other half was!"
So did I, with Catherine's sweet pussy soon to follow!
"Where were your boyfriends, Helen?"
"They were asleep, totally wasted. Shame, because seeing you guys turned us on."
