It was many years ago, miss H and I were dating for about 2 years. I was still studying at university and she just started working as a teacher. Miss H felt we needed a quick break away. We arranged a one night stay over in a small town up the coast.
The summer was over and the weather was turning colder. This was the time of year when we usually started drinking red wine, especially during the colder nights. I packed 2 bottles of Cabernet Sauvignon, just in case. We left the city around 11 in the morning. The road trip was pretty standard, listening to good music and chatting about friends, work, family, etc.
It was about 2 in the afternoon when we arrived at the guest house. The location was great, right on the beach. It was a double story house that overlooked the sea.
The owner was a lovely lady, who checked us in and showed us around the house. Our room was on the top floor with a beautiful view of the ocean.
The room was spacious with an en suite bathroom. It had wooden floors that would creak under every step. The king size bed and other furniture were all made from wood. It gave the room an older feel.
I was hoping to spend time in the room...to enjoy the view...if you know what I mean. But Miss H had other plans. She wanted us to visit some of her family in a nearby town, only 10 min drive away.
We drive to her uncle and aunt's house. The visit was pleasant, I met some of H's cousins and had cake and tea. Pretty standard family stuff.
The sun went down and the cousins asked if we would like to go to a restaurant for dinner. We agreed. Miss H order a bottle of wine to go with the meal. It wasn't long before the conversations began flowing freely and everyone was having a good time.
Miss H began to loosen up a bit and every now and then touched my leg under the table and sliding her hand softly over my crutch. It drove me wild, I wanted to take her right there.
One of the cousins were into motor sports and told us they're going to a stock car race after dinner. The race track was on the way to the guest house. So we agreed to make an appearance.
The night was getting colder and the stand at the race track was facing right into the cold wind. Miss H and I was huddled together under a blanket.
I placed my hand under her jacket and top. She had goosebumps from the cold. I slowly rubbed her skin to warm her up. My hand ended up cupping one of her beautiful 32C breasts. I could feel her very hard nipple through the bra. I slowly massaged her breast in a circular motion.
It wasn't long before we decided to leave. We said our farewells to the cousins and headed back to the guest house.
The room was cold. So we switched the central heating on straightaway. The tipsy feeling from the wine has worn off a bit, so we decided to open one of the bottles I brought along.
Seeing that we're both in a playful mood and not tired at all, we decided to play some drinking games.
First up, the old classic coinage. Miss H was very good at this one. It wasn't long before I realised I need to change the game.
Secondly we played a game called drunk driver. I read about it on the internet. All you need is some playing cards and booze. My fortunes have turned and Miss H was also getting her fair share of drinks.
The bottle didn't last long and I opened the second one. It was now time for the third game, strip poker. The room had warmed up nicely by now, or otherwise we were warm and nice.
Being a bit of a poker player at varsity, I knew I could get the better of her on this one. Things went well and before long Miss H was minus some clothes.
We were sitting cross legged on the wooden floor. Miss H had only her denim jeans, bra and panties left. She was wearing a black push up bra, making her breasts and cleavage look unreal.
Every now and then I would lost track of the game and just stare at her. She would quickly remind me to get my head back in the game with a playful smack on the cheek.
I won the next hand and she had to drop another piece of clothing. She enjoyed teasing me and asked me which one I would like her to give up, the bra or the jean.
I wanted to see her in the bra and panty lingerie combo, so I chose the jeans. She stood up and made a bit of a show out of it. Standing over me, she slowly unbuttoned the jeans. It was a beautiful sight to behold.
She turned around, teasing me with her booty right above my face. She stepped a little away from me and started pulling down her jeans slowly.
As the jeans moved down, I was shocked to see that she wasn't wearing any panties. She bent forward as she pulled the jeans down over her beautiful ass. Her shaved pussy popped into view, making me instantly hard.
She removed her jeans completely and sat back down across from me. Her shaved pussy clearly visible. She made a comment about the game being unfair, because she was practically naked and I only lost a sock. I reminded her that the rules are the rules.
We continued to drink and play. Before long the bra had to go. She turned around and asked me to unclasp the bra. I quickly complied. She stood up and turned around saying playfully, "Congratulations you win...ME!!".