Our annual vacation is getting closer and I am spending more time thinking about the great time my love and I are going to have, and the great sex we are both looking forward to.
When I kissed my lover goodnight on our second date, 26 years ago, and she practically stuck her tongue down my throat, I immediately knew she was the one for me. M is and was a very quiet, shy lady. She was the type of girl that a guy wants to bring home to mom – sweet, attractive, polite – all the "perfect wife" qualities. The same qualities that a horny young guy is not looking for. But that kiss, which I expected to be a little peck on the cheek, let me know there was another side to this beautiful little French girl that I had found.
Within about a year we were married and that little French kiss has turned into the hottest, sexiest woman I know. Yet, to the rest of the world she is still that sweet, polite lady. Oh, if they only knew! Our sex life is hotter than I ever could have imagined and it gets hotter all the time. About ten years ago, when we started to get away on vacations things really took off.
When we are on vacation and away from our regular routine, family, and all the things that inhibit us, we tend to step out a little and take risks that we ordinarily wouldn't. One example of this is our trip several years ago to St Martin. The easy going French culture along with the proliferation of topless or nude people opened M right up – so to speak.
On about the third day on the island we found a beach that was perfect for loosening her up. I had been asking her to try going topless and I could tell she was warming to the idea yet still very nervous. She was feeling that her body wasn't up to it, and no one would want to look at her. When we first arrived at Friar's Bay , a quiet, remote beach with a small restaurant/bar on the sand, she seamed to relax.
There were several couples and small groups at the beach but there was plenty of space between to stake out our own little spot of sand not to far from the bar. I made a bee line for the bar and got us a couple of drinks before we settled in the sun. Sitting there, watching the tanned, mostly naked bodies strolling by had it's effect and M nervously dropped her bikini top as she laid her chair flat and closed her eyes. This, of course, was time for me to sit up and watch.
I wasn't watching her so much as watching the guys walking by ogling her. I was getting my rocks off seeing this and telling her about each one that walked by and how they were looking at her. This had the desired effect as she nonchalantly reached up over her head and stretched this way and that as she became more comfortable with exposing herself. The small patch of cloth on her string bikini bottom was the only thing that protected the last of her modesty as she moved about. I was in heaven and had to be careful not to expose my now semi-rigid cock. This only got worse when I spread a coating of tan lotion over her exposed tits and tweaked her nipples.
I asked her to take a walk with me on the beach and was surprised when she agreed. Now I could really get a look at the expression on the other guys as we walked past them as they took in the beauty of my almost naked wife. We spent the day enjoying M's new found appreciation for exhibitionism. As the afternoon faded, we headed back to our hotel and as we drove she seamed more relaxed than I have ever seen her with a wonderful smile on her face – basking in the glow of being ogled by men. I asked her how she liked it and she said that she was surprised that she actually found it exciting. I reached over and slipped my hand in her bikini bottom and couldn't believe how wet she was. She quickly removed the last of her clothing and sat completely naked next to me as I drove back to our hotel, my finger alternately working her clit and slipping into her sopping hole while I struggled to maintain focus on the winding road.
It was all I could do to keep my focus on driving as she spread her legs so I could get easier access. When she lifted her right foot and placed it on the dash I just about lost control of the car. I couldn't believe that my shy baby was acting this way, and I was loving every second of it. I knew we were never going to make it to the hotel and I pulled into a large parking lot near the water. Without thinking, I pulled up to the front of the lot facing the water and stopped the car. All around us were people walking and I realized I had chosen a spot near the vendors selling their wares to the tourists. For a moment a thought that would be the end of my show but she didn't even slow down.
Sitting there now with our little rental car shut off, the windows down, M placed the other foot on the dash board and begged me not to stop. Now with both hands free I could get at that beautiful body and dripping, hot cunt. I spread her lips open and loved how they glistened in the bright sunlight. I couldn't resist any longer as I dove in head first and lapped up as much of her juice as I could. The scent of her sex was incredible.
