Dear John
I had a bit of an adventure in Vanuatu three or four weeks ago. I was staying at the La Lagon resort (thank god the company pays!) and was having a quiet drink by the pool and watching a wedding down on the beach. It must be a popular thing - lots of Aussies apparently come over to get married there. It was only a small wedding party - you know how it goes, the bride and groom, the best man and his partner, the best girl and her partner, and the parents and grandparents (well, three of them). In this case, the bride's parents were split, the father had his second wife, the mother was by herself.
After the ceremony they all came up and had a few drinks by the pool, then went off to get changed and came back for the feast (at which stage I left for a dinner in Vila) and then went back to drinking by the pool again. When I came back at around 11pm having been bored out of my mind by Melanesian politics, they were still going - the grandparents had departed, one set of parents had gone, and the father of the bride was just going. The rest of the group were now in swimming costumes and playing around in the pool. The brides mother was sitting up by the bar, watching everything.
I actually went to the bar to get a bottle of water, but stopped to exchange pleasantries with the mother (Jane). She reminded me of those women you see in English TV programmes set in the late 1800 - early 1900 period. Erect carriage, slim build, pale face etc - elegant I think is the right word. She was around fifty and carried her age well, and she spoke in those nice rounded tones that people who have had expensive schooling and genteel lives use.
When you are alone for a while, you tend to take any opportunity for a chat with someone who is interesting. We discussed Australia, the pacific, racism (Australians, in general, are quite racist and don't know it), sexism (same comment), big brother attitudes of NZ and Australia to the islands and all sorts of things. Eventually, we started to get into personal things, about being away from home and friends and family. We got onto her marriages and divorces (the first one - the father here - had been quite bitter because he played around while never completely satisfying her - and of course, I couldn't let an opportunity like that go by - and made some comment about satisfying a partners need was gratifying in itself). Long story cut short - we ended up in my room together.
I was moving down her body, using my mouth to tease and lick and got to her nipples and I bit one of them, pulling it up at the same time - and got a really good groan out of her. At the same time she dug her nails into my sides, where before she had been stroking me. I moved a knee up into her crotch, pushing it up against her, and bit a little harder - again the groan, and she forced herself hard against my leg. I put my hand on her other breast (quite small, so not too saggy with age, but with big nipples) and squeezed. She started really forcing herself against my leg. I moved my mouth over her breast, and sucking as much of it up as I could I bit hard. Same reaction. One of her hands had found my nipples and was working hard on it, all the time she was humping my leg, I could feel the wetness on me.
It is my experience that, if someone does something to you, it is probably something they like done to them. I went to work on her nipples, torturing them with teeth and fingers. Soon she was leaving me alone and just going crazy against my leg.
I wasn't rude enough to ask when the last time she had had sex was, but it seemed like there was an awful lot stored up. After the first time she came, I went back to moving down her body - mouth and hands stuff, and she came again almost as soon as I started teasing her inner thighs. When I went to work with fingers and tongue on her clit, she was away again, I think I am lucky she didn't break my nose. By this time I had been rock hard for fifteen or twenty minutes and was dripping pre-cum all over the place.
