Mike left me at the hotel and we arranged to meet again at about seven that evening but, this time, rather than standing in a doorway, he'd meet me in a nearby bar. It was a really nice lounge bar with soft lighting, a red tartan carpet and deep red chesterfield seats, gentle music and a cosy atmosphere. We had one drink then set off in search of somewhere to be alone.
It wasn't easy, there were holiday makers everywhere but, by about seven o'clock, the day trippers had gone home and most of the residents had returned to their hotels for their evening meal and entertainment but there were still a lot of couples wandering about aimlessly wherever we went.
We finally gave up and sat on a bench overlooking the sea. I sat on Mike's lap and I could feel his erection pulsing against me and, in my already excited state, I began easing back and forth against him but that just made me feel more frustrated so I jumped to my feet and, reaching under my navy blue maxi skirt, I quickly removed my knickers and, raising the back of my skirt, I dropped myself back onto his lap.
He'd barely had time to wrench his rigid prick from his flies and he cried out and complained bitterly when the weight of my bum bent his cock almost in two but he quickly recovered and guided his prick to my hole. A little shuffle and, with a groan from both of us, he was deep inside my eager cunt.
I started moving slowly, easing myself back and forth and giving a little wiggle every now and then as our breathing deepened and my juices flowed. He gripped my tits, squeezing them through my light cotton top, and already I could feel my orgasm approaching as I moved more forcefully and twisted more wildly and, then, we heard voices and froze.
We could hear two voices getting closer so Mike dropped his hands to my waist and I sat perfectly still as a man and woman came into view around the corner and we attempted to look as though we were just another holidaying couple admiring the view but, no doubt, our flushed faces and heavy breathing gave us away.
They were a couple, probably in their early thirties and at least ten years older than us and, on seeing us, they paused with huge grins on their faces and the man said "Good evening" and I couldn't resist squeezing my cunt muscles on Mike's twitching prick as I automatically responded "Good evening". The man then said "Lovely evening for it" and the woman fell into fits of giggles as they hurried on by.
I couldn't believe how aroused being caught in such a compromising situation had made me and I frantically bounced up and down on Mike's prick as my orgasm crashed through me. I'm sure that the other couple must have heard my squeals of ecstasy as I slumped back, limp and exhausted as Mike gripped my hips and thrust up into me desperate for his own release. As always, I was ultra sensitive after my orgasm and I struggled to rise but Mike held me tight against him and continued to thrust up into me. It was torture but wonderful torture and soon the sensitivity diminished just enough for it to become enjoyable again and I began moving in time with him.
I could feel another climax approaching and started rising and falling, repeatedly impaling myself on his stiff shaft when, suddenly, he groaned and stiffened, gripped my hips tightly and thrust up deep inside me one last time as he erupted inside me and that sensation was enough to send me over the top once more. I slumped back onto him, totally shattered and we sat there cuddling for what seemed like a lifetime before returning to the bar for one more drink.
Mike was home from college for the summer so, despite my irregular shifts, we were able to meet up for at least a couple of hours every day and we started every 'date' by searching for somewhere to have sex before going for a well earned drink.
Daytimes were difficult because of the sheer number of tourists poking their noses into every nook and cranny but by seven in the evening the town became a virtual ghost town as the day trippers headed home and the residents returned to their hotels. We'd often return to the shelters on the promenade but anything other than missionary position was almost impossible without risk of serious injury whilst perched on two narrow planks of wood. There were several secluded, deep, dark doorways but Mike's preference was definitely for dark back alleys where I'd find myself bent at the waist with my outstretched arms braced against a convenient wall, my knickers around my knees and my skirt thrown up over my back whilst he gripped my hips and hammered into me. The danger of being caught was unbelievably thrilling and my orgasms were always rapid and intense especially when I could hear voices in the distance or footsteps in the dark. I've no idea if anyone ever actually saw us because my position with my hair draped around my face meant that all that I could really see was my feet but the thought that we might be seen made my stomach churn and my head spin.
As I said, daytimes were more difficult and, on one memorable occasion, after wandering about for over an hour, we decided to give up and just sit down on the hillside and admire the view. We'd climbed a long way up to be above the crowds and, after sitting for a while, I decided to lay back and look up into the blue sky above me. I stretched out, closed my eyes and enjoyed the warmth of the sun on my body but, after a while, I felt Mike's hand lying gently on my belly and that felt nice. I sighed contentedly and then I felt him gently easing the hem of my thin woollen top from the waistband of my navy polka dot miniskirt. He returned his hand to my now bare belly and that felt even nicer.
I lay like that, totally contented for several minutes before Mike began subtly moving his fingers just firm enough not to be tickly and I sighed again as I felt the first twinge between my legs. His fingers roamed further as he lightly brushed his palm across my belly and I felt my breathing quicken as his fingers slid under my top and slowly advanced across my ribs towards my bra. He pushed my bra up clear of my breasts and skimmed his fingertips across my stiff nipples sending shockwaves through my entire body and I was hardly aware of what he was doing as he quickly undid the buttons on my top and ducked his head to capture the nearest nipple between his lips. But then, suddenly, he changed direction and his fingers dove beneath the waistband of my skirt and I gasped in surprise and excitement.
