Saturday Daytime
Chapter 1
"Mmmmm...I knew that when I first saw you that I was in for a good, hard fuck..."
She breathed hotly into his ear, easing his pants from around his waist, yanking them urgently down his legs. He stepped forward, roughly pulling her dressing gown apart, letting it fall from her shoulders, exposing her pert, heaving breasts. His cock stood erect, rigid and ready. Reaching down, he clasped her tight, toned ass cheeks with his hands, squeezing and stroking her toned smoothness.
"Fuck me now..." she moaned breathlessly "Just fuck it inside...me!"
He bent, kissing and licking her pink, aroused nipples, sliding his hands down underneath her thighs, then lifting her swiftly off the floor, spreading her smooth brown legs so that she could straddle him and lock her feet around his waist.
She could feel his eager cock prodding urgently against her wet, excited entrance. Carrying her now, cradled in his arms, he pinned her back, hard against the kitchen wall. Slowly he bent his knees and then jerked quickly upwards. Inside her.
"Unffff!"
"Oh Fuuuck, Oh God, Fuuuuck!"
He breathed heavily, grunting into her deep cleavage. She pressed her lips into his hair to muffle her moans, putting her hands on his shoulders, pushing herself upwards and then lowering, impaling herself, letting his thickness penetrate her completely, up to the hilt. Her tits bounced, nipples, as hard as stones, flicking over his rough chin, popping into his open mouth. Feeling him thrust upwards and back out, it felt as if she had never had anything as high as this before.
"Cum for me baby...cum in me!"
She whispered, whimpered, taking all he could give her. His grunts and groans were becoming more aggressive now, his heavy balls slapped against her, cock buried deep inside her tight, slippery hole. He couldn't hold back; unleashing a torrent of hot spunk, gasping, then throbbing, then twitching.
Chapter 2
"Morning everyone!" Sarah walked brightly into the kitchen, a huge, contented smile on her face. She pecked Steve on the cheek and stroked his hair. He grunted in acknowledgement. She looked at him with a furrowed brow, "Everything alright Ste?"
"Yeah, why?"
"You just look a bit flushed, that's all." she said and put the back of her fingers to his forehead. "God, you're burning up... sweating!"
"There's nothing wrong!" he whined, furtively glancing over at Jane, who was sipping her coffee. She looked down, a coy smile on her face.
"Ok then. But anybody would think you weren't well. Not unless...unless..." She glanced at Jane, "Unless she's been taking advantage of you again!" Jane smiled back at her, eyes wide open in guilty surprise, checking that her dressing gown was tied together, slowly reducing the amount of cleavage she had on show.
"I haven't got it in me...not after last night anyway!" He replied, noticing Jane smirking at him, eyebrows raised in surprise. She felt his cum leaking from her freshly fucked pussy, slowly down the inside of her trembling thigh.
"He's a dirty dog" said Jane "You need to keep him on a leash Sar!"
"I know" Sarah replied as she moved around the table and ran her fingers slowly through her friend's blonde hair, leaned down and kissed her slowly on the lips.
"Mmmmmm, you smell nice" Jane murmured, "Did you have a good shower?"
"Oh God yes!" she replied, "I needed that."
"Did you sleep well?"
"Yeah, but I didn't get much chance though. Somebody kept me up all night!" Sarah smiled sweetly at Jane, winked at her and kissed her again.
Steve pretended to be engrossed in the sports page of the local Spanish newspaper, the photos were the only thing he could understand.
He smirked, thinking about the two girls rolling around on the bed last night. They thought that he was asleep, but he had watched his girlfriend kissing, caressing and bringing Jane to a shuddering climax. He remembered her head buried between those smooth thighs of Jane's, her tongue flickering, licking and probing her gasping cunt and erect clit.
Sarah tip toed over to the sideboard to fix a cup of coffee. Jane, noticing Sarah's back was turned, quickly put her cup down and reached over to Steve's shoulder, snatching a couple of loose strands of her blonde hair from his t-shirt. "Phew" she silently mouthed to Steve and grinned, rubbing his leg with her bare foot under the table.
A few minutes passed in pensive silence. "So what have you got planned for today?" Jane asked them while gazing pensively through the kitchen window. Steve shrugged and looked over at his girlfriend.
"Don't know" Sarah replied, messily slurping on a piece of melon. "Maybe we'll go for a walk or something like that. You got any ideas where to?"
"You could try a couple of miles up the road. It's a gorgeous view up there. It overlooks the sea and there are fields as far as the eye can see."
Steve moaned, "A couple of miles?"
"Yeah Steve, it's only a couple of miles you lazy bastard!" Sarah slapped his arm tetchily.
"Oh fuck it, alright then!" He replied grumpily.
"Calm down you pair!" Jane laughed at them. "It's a nice walk and besides you could do with being out of the house when Frankie comes to do the pool"
Steve looked at her quizzically. "Frankie?"
Sarah interjected "Oh yeah, the pool boy, I'll tell you about him later..."
"Don't you dare!" Jane hissed, "That's our little secret, remember!"
"
Oh shit, sorry!" Sarah replied, "C'mon Ste, let's put some sun cream on and get walking." She rose from the table with a small grin, clasped Steve's hand and lightly squeezed Jane's shoulder.
Chapter 3
They trudged slowly upwards in their thin flip flops, feeling every stone beneath their feet on the dry, parched road.
"I'm knackered." Steve whinged, trudging about ten yards behind his girlfriend.
"Oh Christ Ste, we're nearly there! She shook her head and sighed. I thought you were fit?"
"This had better be fucking worth it!" He carried on, one foot in front of the other. The only thing driving him on was the wonderful view of Sarah's dusty, smooth brown legs pushing on in front, her cute ass swaying in her Daisy Dukes.
The road levelled as they came to some sharp bends meaning they had to hug the side of the road, tight against the rocks as the occasional car pottered on by. They hesitated as the high pitched whine of a moped approached them, unseen, around the next corner. Stopping, they waited to let it pass. The moped seemed to get faster and then it appeared like a flash, cutting the corner, aiming straight towards them. Sarah and Steve both jumped back, panicking as the rider of the bike swerved around them, his eyes bulging under his open faced helmet, wide open in shock.
"Wanker!" They both shouted angrily in unison. Steve gave the rider the middle finger and shook his head. The rider must have seen him in his rear mirror because he turned quickly in his seat and flashed two fingers back at Steve.
"What a twat" Steve muttered, "He'll be dead in a ditch before he gets to the bottom of the hill"
Sarah smirked at him. "C'mon" she said, reaching for his hand, wondering if she had just seen Frankie, the pool boy, on his way to visit Jane.
Chapter 4
They sat under the shade of a gnarly old tree, its roots searching water, spread far and wide, clinging to the exposed rocky outcrop. The sea, a deep shimmering blue, lay before them, a vast open nothingness. In the far distance a cargo ship plugged resolutely away from them into the void. The town below, about five miles to the right, baked and shimmered in the intense late morning heat.
Steve sat back against the rough bark of the tree, his arm draped over Sarah's shoulder. She nestled her head into his shoulder, eyes closed, enjoying the light warm breeze, listening to the larks chattering high in the cloudless sky.
"God, it's so peaceful here Ste"
"I wish I could stop here" he lazily replied, "Let's have a nap then go back to the villa, shall we?"
"Can we?"
"I think we both need it" he said. She lifted her head and smiled lovingly at him, pushing forward to kiss him delicately on the lips.
"Just how long have you known Jane?" he asked.
"Why?"
"Just interested, that's all."
She sighed. "Oh God, years, well, ever since school anyway." She continued. "Back in school she was a really plain kid, nobody took any notice of her. She had a few friends, but they were all idiots and nerds. When she was fifteen, she really started developing, if you know what I mean. She became taller, grew her blonde hair. I was jealous; she had a figure to die for." Sarah sniggered. "Her tits were huge!"
Steve grinned. "Go on."
"Anyway, all the boys began to take notice. She fell in with our crowd and it was as if she was making up for lost time. She had a different boyfriend every week."
"Yeah"
"She seemed to prefer older guys. I remember going to a club in Manchester with her when we'd both turned eighteen. She went off with these two guys and I found them outside taking turns with her.
"Oh Christ!"
"Anyway, we had an argument and I didn't hear from her until a few months before I met you. She got married to this old, fat, red faced dickhead. He was one of those people who always laughs at his own jokes, if you know what I mean."
"A bit of a tosser?"
"Yeah. They are totally unsuited, but he has loads of money, cars and houses abroad. She caught him screwing his secretary in their bed and she ended up wanting to get divorced. He got a good solicitor who tied Jane up in knots, wanting to protect his assets. She was aiming for a good pay-out but she's settled for a good deal. He has the villa in Spain which she could move to, live in rent free and receive a monthly payment. She's a kept woman on the condition that they don't divorce, so that he won't lose face with his friends and clients and so that he can pay her occasional visits. It isn't perfect but she told me that she loves living abroad with all this sun. Besides, she's still a young girl, so many young men, so many new temptations..."
"So there you have it." Sarah smiled, looking pensively at her brown legs stretched before her and then up at her boyfriend.
"So, she's a money digger then?" Steve replied.
"No, I wouldn't put it that way, she's just...just a bit shallow, if you know what I mean."
"How come you've stayed in touch?"
