Day 3
The next morning I rose before dawn; yes really! I do odd things on holiday but appreciate most people choose to lie in until well into the morning.
My footsteps in the dark took me along footpaths across the parched countryside to a very small cove I knew from earlier visits. At such an early hour, based on my experience of previous years, I would have the place to myself unless some local fishermen were around. Clambering down the steps in the early light I found myself once more on the shingle and tiny sandy bay of the inlet. The sky was brightening as I slipped off my clothes and sandals, hiding them in a cleft in the rock, and waded out into the clear water before swimming steadily away from the beach and out into the narrow inlet. There is something different about swimming without a costume, "skinny dipping" as it is called. A feeling of freedom, of being just oneself, unencumbered by even the most minimal of clothing. It is an unexpected delight to those who have not tried it.
Further down the narrow inlet I climbed out onto a rocky ledge and sat watching the sun rise and feeling its warm rays dry me. It was, of course, not at all cold either in or out of the sea. Quite the contrary in fact.
About half an hour later I swam back towards the beach. Coming in on the shady side of the inlet it was clear the beach was no longer deserted. I was also not the only person thinking of skinny dipping. A couple of people were just coming out of the water and whilst it was not easy to make much out, I could see they were naked. I swam closer and under an overhanging rock. They had not noticed me, not due to me having stopped time, but because I was partly hidden in shade and they were more interested in each other. Perhaps it is not simply a feeling of being free and unencumbered that makes skinny dipping attractive; it is also the sexual element of being unclothed. This seemed to have been the effect on this couple who were touching in an intimate way. I considered whether to stop time and inspect or to simply appear naturally. I decided on the latter for a change. The idea of surprising them unexpectedly when they were naked and engaged in sex when I too was naked appealed to me.
I swam quietly towards the beach. It was only as I stood up and came out of the water that they noticed me. The woman was on her knees, sucking on the cock of the man who had his back to the sea and me. They had not, therefore, been looking my way and it was sound rather than movement that alerted them.
The man looked very surprised as he spun round pulling his cock from the woman's mouth in the process and leaving it pointing erectly upwards.
The woman had more composure. "Oh sorry, we didn't realise anyone was here. We were just... Well, yes. Lovely place to swim. Where have you come from?"
It was an interesting attempt at normality.
"Well here actually, but I've been swimming and sitting further out for half an hour or so. My clothes are hidden over there"
She was pretty impressive to look at. Very large breasts, wide hips with a strong patch of dark hair between them.
By now the man had recovered and joined in the conversation as his penis began to subside. We talked about the inlet, the beach, the good places on the island, the restaurants. I was in no hurry to head off and they both seemed very happy to chat.
"Well," I said, "I'm sorry to have disturbed you."
"You'd been watching us though," said the woman.
"Well, not really."
"Your cock gave you away, it wasn't exactly hanging down."
"Well maybe a little."
"Did you like what you saw?"
"Of course. I'm certainly not a prude. If you don't object to me saying; you're a good looking women and, well, you on your knees with a cock in your mouth was an exciting and rather lovely image against the backdrop of the sand and rocks."
"Would, perhaps, you like to see it again?"
"Well I...." but my cock gave me away.
"Peter likes an audience. Don't you?"
Peter was stirring again, probably indicating agreement.
"I'm Tania, by the way." She slipped down to her knees and once again applied her lips to Peter's cock. I sat on the sand close by and watched.
"What shall we do now?" asked Tania taking her lips away from Peter.
"You want my suggestion?" I was a little surprised but perhaps given the invitation I should not have been. "Well, whatever you'd like to do but I suppose..." I was being given a choice not simply taking it as it came. "I would like to see Peter take you from behind. I suggest you get down on all fours and Peter comes up behind. Pleasingly animalistic in the sunshine. But do what you want..."
She did as I suggested and Peter pushed into her. I sat there with my own cock sticking up between my thighs as Tania rocked backwards and forwards and Peter thrust into her. My hand moved and I began to stroke my own cock. It was rather strange for me, something I was not used to was being watched but there they were both watching me, as they rocked backwards and forwards towards their orgasm. Would it be appropriate for me to spurt onto the sand as they came. Apparently not of my own volition.
"I'll help you with that," panted Tania, "when we've finished which, oh wow, won't be long I think."
She was right. Their climax came swiftly.
"Let me," said Tania, literally taking me in hand.
I have to say this did seem more than a little odd to me but, there again, I did say I did odd things on holiday. Tania squatting and holding my penis in her hand; Peter standing watching with his wet and dripping cock; me enjoying Tania's efforts and watching between her open thighs as Peter's semen starting to appear from whence it was deposited. A sight I am partial to but not one I often see when people are frozen in time. There is no dripping then – everything is still. Even so, the whole experience was odd.
Well, I collect experiences but I was trying to puzzle this one out.
"We like watching and being watched you see." Tania's explanation helped. The result of her hand was inevitable; I ejaculated, arching up and onto the sand as they watched. Very odd for me to be doing that to an audience.
We three swam out into the inlet. I showed them the further ledges, the secret ledges, the places to sit.
By agreement we met up again that evening in _________'s Restaurant. They were great company. The food was good and two bottles later we were all in fine form.
"Yes, we have always liked to watch and be watched," said Tania returning to her earlier theme. I found myself inviting them back to "my" villa for a further drink and, maybe if next door were active, something to watch.
I poured them some cool white wine and then quietly went out into the pool area and stood on the table. Well, I had timed it just right; next door were again swimming in the pool naked, so something at least to watch. I collected Peter and Tania warning them to be quiet. We stood three in a row on the (luckily sturdy) table with Tania in the middle looking over the wall.
The patio and underwater pool lights were all on next door and we had a good, clear view. Tania nudged me and both she and Peter gave me the thumbs up sign. The two couples were swimming around but there was a lot of touching going on, laughter and splashing. It was difficult to see, but it looked like the two men were erect, so I was very hopeful Tania and Peter would have a very rewarding display. The dark haired girl, one was dark the other fair, pulled herself up on to the poolside and sat, with legs dangling and apart, talking to the others. One of the men swam right up to her, raised his head and pushed his face forward right between her legs, she stiffened as he began to use his mouth on her sensitive sex.
As I stood there watching I felt a hand at my shorts extracting my already erect cock. Tania soon had both Peter's and my own cock in her hands. Peter lent across and undid Tania's shorts, pulling them right down. As Tania was playing with my penis I did not think it would offend if I played with her. I reached down and stroked up the inside of her thigh. Nearing the top I met Peter's hand coming up the other leg. Tania shivered as two hands reached her sex and fingers from two different hands pushed into her.
The other girl swam across and pulled the man away from the dark haired girl.
"Spoilsport," we heard.
"He's my man and he should be doing that to me not you!" The fair haired girl climbed up on the poolside beside her friend and, swapping over, the first man's face disappeared between the fair haired girl's legs. The dark haired girl was not forgotten as the other man swam over and started lapping at his girl. We watched as the two girls turned to each other and smiled.
Tania's grip on my penis tightened and the speed of her strokes increased. She was clearly very excited by what she was seeing. I moved my hand up inside Tania's tee shirt and cupped one of her large breasts, feeling her hard nipple in my palm. She was engrossed in the scene before us. I glanced at Peter; he too was riveted to the tableau.
The two men pulled away from the girls and swum towards the steps. It must be said that the male of the species does look a bit odd when sexually excited. The two men came out of the water and up the steps together with their penises pointing in front of them, bobbing and waving a little as they moved. Tania was however impressed
"Look at those two cocks," she whispered, "I'd love to see them closer. So strong, so firm, so ready."
The men came behind the girls. The girls turned, reached up as one and pulled the cocks down and into their mouths. It looked to me like a repeated action, one they had done before on previous evenings. I wondered whether they would now engage in intercourse on the sun loungers or go inside to bed. That would be a disappointment as it would result in us missing the show's climax. Surprisingly the girls soon released the cocks, stood up and went over to the sun beds. They knelt on the beds grasping the arms either side and pushed their bottoms upwards. The men walked over, stood astride the ends of the sun beds so as not to tip them up and pushed into the girls. Tania again gripped me and presumably Peter hard.
"Look at that," said Tania, "I want all of it.... later."
The activity in the next villa neared its end: Tania's "later" looked sooner. The men pulled out of the girls in unison, though I had not heard any whispers of co-ordination. Again I had the impression this was a repeat of earlier evenings, presumably a repeat of a favourite experience! The girls got up, the men lay down, and were mounted with the girls' knees either side of their hips. The girls rode well to an obvious and vocal conclusion by all concerned.
They slipped back in the water. Tania led us down off the table.
