The car was packed and Jeff was eager to get going. It was a two hour drive to Alicante airport and they were running late. As he went to put his clothes on, Louisa went to say her farewells to their hosts. It had been a wonderful naturist weekend in the Spanish sunshine and the cold Edinburgh Spring awaited. The high point for Louisa had been when she and Nikita were sipping champagne in the hot tub, getting a bit giggly, and more than a bit frisky. They sat opposite each other and stretched their feet out, playing footsie on each other's clits. Jeff and Ian had murmured manfully about their frisky fillies, and nursed increasingly erect cocks disguised respectfully by crossed thighs.
Louisa hugged Nikita, and gave a warm kiss, offering profuse thanks for their wonderful hospitality. Ian picked her up in a man hug, his strong arms lifting her off the ground. She laughed as he lowered her, giving him a full kiss on the lips. It was electric! She lingered longer than was decent in the circumstances, and became immediately aware of an instant hardon pushing into her belly. Ian looked rather alarmed and flushed, Louisa's eyes sparkled.
"Now look what you've done Louisa! Gees it's taken you all weekend to get round to that, he's been dying for you the whole time!" Nikita sat herself down as if taking a ringside seat while Louisa processed this surprising statement.
In her usual style she had been flirting with Ian, but was unaware of just how keen he was, until now when it was more than evident. In a movement which was seamless for her, she knelt down in front of him, took his exposed stiff member in her hand, and glided it into her warm wet mouth, relishing the precum glistening on his purple glans. As she moved into a rhythm, taking his whole length deep into her throat, causing him to groan loudly and grab at her hair, they heard Jeff approaching.
"Oh for God's sake Louisa, couldn't you have done that earlier, he's been gagging for you all weekend, and now we don't have time! Put the poor man down and get in the car! Sorry Ian, next time maybe!"
Ian was by now decidedly flushed, as he helped Louisa to her feet. There was a fair bit of back slapping and snorts of laughter as they bundled into the car and sped off down the long wining track to the bypass. By the time they had reached the motorway, Louisa had fingered herself to a shuddering climax as Jeff struggled to keep his eye on the road. Not surprisingly Nikita had dragged Ian to their bed and had finished off the job which Louisa had started. As she lay quietly after satisfying her husband, Nikita texted Louisa saying they must meet again soon to continue where they had left off.