His breathing intensified. He grunted. His cock exploded. I reached down and circled my clit with two fingers bringing myself to orgasm as he shot his warm jism into me.
As we lay there, I contemplated my sudden hunger for sex and felt slightly guilty for the reasons that had been bringing it on. Was it him stimulating my desire or was it something that I had started to see in other women? I felt there were holes in my soul that needed filled. Insecurities perhaps. I suffered from an intense fear that my life was drifting into a haze of insignificance. Everyone around me seemed to be living more interesting and exciting lives.
Sure, from the outside it probably looked like I had it all going -- a degree from a good university in communications, a job right out of school with a reputable PR firm where they said they had "big plans" for me. But so far, after one year I am yet to see evidence of these "big plans."
Then there was David and our life together. We had a cool apartment in an up-and-coming part of the city where the young movers and shakers lived. And he had a great job as a junior partner at a law firm with clients across Scandinavia. Added to that, we had a big social circle including many old friends from university, plus new ones whom we met from work.
Our sex life, well I guess it had been okay. In the beginning of our relationship, we used to devour each other in bed. The memory of my first orgasm with him still lingered in my mind. The first time I sucked him off and he came in my mouth. How sweet his juice tasted, how I swirled it around in my mouth before I swallowed.
We had been dating only three months when we took a vacation to Sicily together. My friends thought that we were going too fast, but I didn't think so. It felt right.
Part of the fun was preparing and shopping for the trip. I had bought two incredibly sexy thong bikinis, one was a pink string bean with only a narrow band of fabric going up my butt, which the sales girl said was for advanced thong-wearers only; and a black side tie with was just as skimpy as a string bean, but looked even hotter since it held onto my curves with just a simple knot.
Although I wore thong underwear, I was never a thong-wearer when it came to bathing suits. Never brave enough, I guess. But being with David gave me a bit more confidence. I had been shaving my pussy for some time now, but after trying on these thongs, I could see that it now had a purpose.
Our vacation in Sicily was a world-class fuck-fest. There was something about being away from home in an exotic location that was liberating and served to awaken one's desire.
We fucked two to three times a day.
In the morning, we woke up to the feeling of the sun radiating through the open window and painting the white walls with an orange glow. Our tanned nude bodies stretched across the bed with the white sheet twisted around us. David usually had a morning hard-on which I took care of promptly by wrapping my lips around it to get things going. After sucking him for a few minutes he became fully awake and filled with a raging lust. Our positions varied, sometimes he preferred that I sat on top while I rode him. Other times I lay on my back while he drove into me. We rarely did doggy during morning sex, that was reserved for the night when things tended to get more nasty.
Then after breakfast in the restaurant downstairs, we hit the beach for the day.
The second session usually happened after a day spent on the beach when we would come back to the room, sunbaked and exhausted. We peeled off our damp bathing suits and gazed at each other's tan lines. It started by either him eating me out or me sucking his dick. We liked each other's salty sun-kissed skin which drove us into a frenzy. I couldn't help thinking that his lust had been given a boost by looking at all the scantily clad girls on the beach.
One day while sucking him, he pulled his cock out of my mouth and jizzed all over my face and tits; his pearly white semen dripped down the tanned skin of my boobs. I'll never forget how afterwards he took the head of his cock and rubbed it around in the slimy goo. That was the first time a guy ever did that to me, and I found it oddly hot.
After the afternoon sex, we usually took a long nap, then showered and got ready for dinner. There was a plethora of restaurants on the main strip to choose from and we tried a different one every night. There were Germans everywhere. They sat at the tables with large steins of beer in front of them, laughing with loud hearty bursts.
Back in our hotel room we undressed and listened to the sound of the sea crashing through the open windows. The night brought an occasional breeze that fluttered through the room and wrapped itself around our naked bodies. It wasn't long before my head was buried in the pillow while David took me from behind. The slapping of his balls against my flesh mixed with the sound of the sea. Both of us erupted in one last shuddering orgasm before we collapsed onto the mass sweaty sheets.
Then we slept.
In the morning, it started all over again.
That was only a year and a half ago, and our sex had never matched the intensity of those two weeks when we were exploring each other's bodies; an adventure that seemed to have no limits.
But how those limits eventually caught up to us. How our naïve fantasy lasted only as long as our imagination allowed. Not that the sex was bad or boring, but it had become mechanical and predictable, something obligatory to satisfy individual needs. Masturbation was proving to be a more exhilarating experience for me. My whole life seemed to drown in it, it provided a cure for my humdrum life.
And now there was The Kiss. That hippie girl at the restaurant. I had now kissed another woman and deeply enjoyed it. What did it mean? Was there more to come? The sex I had initiated with David today was fueled by fantasies I had about the women I had met. Strangers whose personas I had invented for my own consumption.
"I need to shower," I said pulling back the covers.
"Mmm, okay," David replied.
I caught a glimpse of my naked body in the full-length mirror as I made my way towards the bathroom. David's come was leaking out of me and running down my inner thighs. In the shower I shaved away the prickly stubble of my pussy. Afterwards I rubbed the area with cream making it smooth and clean.
