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Gray
Greg tossed and turned all night, struggling out of bed at twenty to eight, hoping to see Christelle one last time. He pulled on the first shirt and shorts that he could find, slipped on his sandals and walked quickly to the foyer only to see her taxi pulling out from the portico. He waved frantically and she waved back, but his heart sank as he knew this was probably the last time he would see the beautiful Christelle.
He stood there for what seemed forever before deciding he should probably go and have some breakfast. He got some fresh pineapple juice before going to the egg station and loading up with a "Grand Slam" consisting of two pancakes, two fried eggs, bacon and two sausage links. He felt that he had nothing else to do but eat. He washed it all down with three cups of coffee and headed back to his bure feeling decidedly sluggish. Climbing into his bed, he pulled up the sheets and closed his eyes, with no intention of leaving the bed for the rest of the day.
Wallowing in his self pity, he had lost the desire to have fun and enjoy the remaining five days of his holidays. At six o'clock he emerged from his room and made his way to the barbecue area for dinner. It was George and Muriel's last night and so he joined them at the bar where he downed two beers in quick succession.
"Take it easy Greg." he urged. "Are you alright?"
Greg explained to them what happened.
"Sorry to hear that mate." he consoled. "Come and sit with Muriel and I for dinner."
George and Muriel did their best to console him, but it didn't help very much and he continued to down the beers at a rapid rate.
As it started to get late, George and Muriel took their leave as the had to be up early to catch their flight.
"Now you take care." they both pleaded and they exchanged address details.
He shook George's hand and gave Muriel a kiss before they headed to their room and he headed to the 'Ship Wreck Bar'. It was full this night with a number of honey moon couples, a whole group of retirees from a Sydney Bowls Club and a group of forty something women who were there for a fortieth birthday.
The forty somethings were clearly looking for a good time, a couple of them asking him for a dance. All the beer had numbed much of the hurt and so he danced with Skye and Cherie. First individually and then together. Skye was an attractive buxom blonde, her braless breasts squeezed into a deeply scooped red top, a white skin tight mini skirt accentuated an ample curvaceous arse. Cherie was a handsome woman of amazonian proportions, her towering inch heels making her inches taller than Greg. Her voluminous breasts, like Skye's were unencumbered by the restraint of a bra, squishing out sideways of figure hugging singlet dress which struggled to cover her generous butt.
Freed of his inhibitions by the numerous beers, he cavorted wildly with them, the trio laughing and giggling at each others increasingly wild antics. As the night drew to a close, the DJ switched from lively retro to sensuous slow dance music. Skye grabbed Greg around the waist pulling him to her so that their groins were almost glued together, as they shuffled through an approximation of a waltz. A bulge soon appeared in the crotch of Greg's trousers to which Skye responded by crushing her lips onto Greg's with a ferocity that had never experienced before. Her tongued thrust into his mouth searching out his tongue. He enjoyed the rippled texture of the oral intruder and responded with vigour, lustful desire sweeping aside the alcoholic haze that had dulled his senses.
He planted his hands firmly on Skye's round buttocks as he enjoyed their delicious kiss, when to Greg's surprise Cherie came to his side and firmly tweaked his arse, causing him to break the seal of his kiss with Skye. Opportunistically Cherie planted her luscious lips on Greg's and another wild entanglement of tongues ensued, whilst Skye continuing to hold him to her tightly.
He enjoyed the difference in the way two women kissed. Skye forceful and urgent. Cherie, sensuous and easy. Suddenly Cherie released his lips and he watched with astonishment as the two women joined in a passionate kiss, the sight intensifying his lustful feelings.
Eventually the women separated to take turns to again kiss him enthusiastically. The sight of two women tag teaming an obviously much younger man brought stares of disapproval from a number of patrons in the bar and smirks of bemusement from the other members of the fortieth birthday party.
The bar was now almost empty, a fact that Cherie recognised as she waited her turn to reconnect with Greg's lips.
"Wanna come back to our room honey?' she asked in a gravelly voice that was effected by her rising desire. Greg nodded, his mouth still locked to Skye's.
Leaving the bar they walked across the resorts gardens, Greg between the two voluptuous women, his arms around their waists. Their's around his. Once inside the women's room, it was if a tsunami of passion had exploded. The threesome stood in the middle of the room, Cherie's mouth continuing to seek out his, whilst guiding his hand to glide under the stretchy material of her dress. She encouraged his hand to caress the silky skin of her abundant breasts, a task he performed enthusiastically. Skye worked assiduously on freeing his body of the encumbrance of his clothes, allowing her to gnaw at his nipples, as she nimbly wrestled his hard member free of his underpants and out into the open.
She attacked the long rod with zeal, thoroughly licking its tip before swallowing the whole member in one fell swoop, slurping on it feverishly. Greg groaned deeply, his mouth attached to the large nipple of Cherie's now naked breast as she she firmly held his head to ensure he didn't stop his pleasuring.
"Oh yes," she sighed.
The feverish searching for pleasure escalated, the women's bodies, now stripped bare of all clothing, except perviously, their high heels, at Greg's insistence. His fetish for women's in tall heels enhancing his arousal. His hands roamed freely over the women's naked flesh savouring the silken texture, paying particular attention to their lustrous nipples and delectable womanhood, heightening Skye's arousal as he fingered her clit. Having swapped positions, Cherie was now gorging on Greg's cock as he dined on Skye's sweet nipples.
As the sexual feast progressed Skye was the first to capitulate, demanding the full enjoyment of Greg's swollen dick. She stood next to the couch, placing her hands on the armrest and bent over with her legs spread.
"Come on honey. Come and and give it to me," she oozed expectantly.
Cherie reluctantly released Greg's from the deep recesses of her mouth, allowing him to move behind Skye where he clumsily attempted to enter her steaming pussy.
"Let me help you," Skye offered, reaching between her legs to grasp his straining dick, she deftly guided him inside her, exhaling inadvertently as his size filled her.
"Oh yes honey. That's good."
