My names Lisa and I spent Christmas / New Year, this year on holiday in Cape Verde with my daughter Zoe and my friends Claire and Steve. This was my first holiday in nearly two years following my husband Derek's long illness and death sixteen months ago.
On the Wednesday, our fifth day, Claire, Steve and I were enjoying the sun by the pool and Zoe had gone diving for the day. We'd been reading, listening to music and generally chatting when the conversation took a twist.
"Lisa we hope you don't think we're interfering and you won't be offended by what I'm about to say. Steve and I have been your friends for many years and we appreciate the difficulties you've had and the sadness involved over the past two years," Claire began. "But we are concerned that you haven't been socialising much since you lost Derek. We know it's been a difficult time for you but we are worried that you are getting into a rut. We think by now you should be trying to get out more."
I was a little surprised by the way the conversation had turned. "I understand your sentiments and I appreciate your concern as trusted friends who have supported me unstintingly over the years and especially recently. I am finding it difficult to go out and socialise as most people are in couples and I find it difficult to take up conversation, especially with males, as I am always questioning their intentions from the start."
"We both understand your wariness, it's understandable. We empathize with your predicament but we also realise that you have 'needs'. You are an attractive woman who is still in her prime and we recognise that you were very much in love with Derek and he likewise with you but we know that he wouldn't want you to hide yourself away and that he would want you to have fun. You don't need 'love' to have fun and satisfy your 'needs'."
"I do understand what you are saying. I loved Derek very much and I don't think I'll find that feeling with anyone else. As for my 'needs' it is difficult to know where to start having only been involved with one man for so many years and effectively with no one for the last two. Also I don't want other people to think I'm being, and I don't want to be, disrespectful to Derek's memory."
"What you had with Derek was a very warm and loving relationship, just like Steve and I have together, but what we are talking about, to put it crudely, is just sex in order to satisfy your wants and desires."
"I know what you're saying makes sense, but it is very difficult to make the first move."
"We know that, so we thought that perhaps we could be of assistance to you or more especially Steve could."
"Are you suggesting what I think you're suggesting," I queried.
"Possibly........ It's quiet and private here so why don't you let Steve take you back to the house and perhaps you could 'play' together? I know you like him and he's fond of you. No one need know, apart from us, and it's not a problem as Steve and I often take other partners for fun."
I couldn't quite believe what I was hearing or what was being suggested. Claire and Steve never gave any indication of their sexual liberalism in all the years we'd known them.
"Steve why don't you take Lisa up to the villa, I'll follow on later," Claire suggested. Steve took my hand, without saying a word, and helped me up from my lounger. He led me up the steps, along the path and into the cool air-conditioned shade of the living room. I had said nothing either in agreement or disagreement but had followed Steve blindly. My mind was racing and I was totally bemused. Steve is quite an attractive man, who at forty is four years older than me, and on reflection always has the attention of the ladies. I have got on well with him over the years, but never in a sexual way.
Steve was standing behind me and I felt his hands reach round and he started softly stroking my bare midriff above my bikini bottoms. "Lisa just relax," he whispered quietly and affectionately in my ear. "Everything will be fine; I'll take complete care of you. We don't need to rush we've got plenty of time to satisfy you." I felt a cold shiver run through me, partly out of apprehension and partly in anticipation. His hands moved to my back and up to the halter of my bikini top, which he untied. I then felt the clasp being popped as he eased it off my boobs, dropping it to the floor. Steve had seen my boobs many times over the years, when I sunbathed topless, but this was different and he had other intentions on his mind. He reached round and cupped a breast in each hand whilst nibbling on my ear. My body gave an involuntary jolt, in surprise. "Don't worry," he whispered. I turned my head to the side and our lips met. They were locked together at first, all dry, until I succumbed to his probing tongue and let it into my mouth. He was very gentle, slowly working it around, entwining it with my tongue. He was unhurried as I savoured the feel of him probing inside my mouth accompanied by a slight increase in pressure as he moulded my boobs in his hands. We were kissing and I was being fondled for some time as he rolled and squeezed my nipples between his fingers and I was already leaning back into his bare chest feeling relaxed and comfortable being with him.
"That feels so good," I uttered quietly as our lips parted.
"I'm glad you like it," he replied "But we've only just started playing, there's a lot more fun to be had."
Steve took my hand and turned me round to face him. He dropped his head and soon our mouths were together again with tongues exploring once more. My breasts were being pressed against his bare chest and the warmth of his skin created a very secure and sensual feeling. Our lips parted and Steve lowered his mouth to my left boob and sucked in my hard sensitive nipple. He was very light in his touch, licking over and around it with the occasional sucking motion. He then repeated the same arousing treatment to my right nipple. "I think you'll be more comfortable over on the couch," Steve suggested, as he took my hand and led me across the room. The leather upholstery felt quite cold against my skin as I sat down on the sofa and Steve knelt on the floor in front of me. Holding my thighs he pulled my bottom closer to the edge of the seat. He hooked his fingers in the waistband of my bikini bottoms before starting to ease them off. By now I so 'wanted' what was happening that, without any request or thought, I lifted my hips to make it easy for him to strip me. My briefs found their way down my legs and off. Steve slowly eased my legs apart and lifted them up so my feet were resting on the seat. I was now totally open and was baring all my sex to his gaze. He used his hands, either side of my slit, to pull me open even more. "You look wonderful and very moist already Lisa; I'm sure your going to taste good." I had not been in a position like this for a long time and I suddenly felt his tongue as it licked the full length of my slit. It was electrifying, the first touching of my intimate parts by someone else for over two years. I let out a low moan of satisfaction. I thought I would have felt more nervous but I was fine. A little apprehensive about what was going to happen but Steve had me totally relaxed and I had confidence in him. He was ever so gentle and took time with all his actions. His tongue pushed between my pussy lips stroking me back and forth slowly and steadily. He stopped at my love hole and then pushed sensitively working his tongue into me.
"I see that you've started to play...............you didn't waste much time," came Claire's voice from the patio door. "It sounds like you're enjoying it Lisa."
I was a little taken aback, I'd forgotten about Claire and this was also the first time anyone had watched me having sex. "Mmmmm," I managed to murmur in reply "Steve's got a wonderful tongue." I then felt it come into contact with my clit for the first time. I gave an involuntary jerk in response to his touch on my sensitive button as he licked in circles over and around. He sucked it into his mouth and continued his tonguing. He then started rolling my clit between his finger and thumb, just like he'd done to my nipples. I had my eyes closed savouring all the wonderful sensations but could sense that Claire had moved closer.
"Oh yes! That's it, Steve has popped your hard little pink bud out of its hood," she commented excitedly. Steve returned his tongue to my exposed glans. It was now extremely responsive to touch and I could feel the sensation building inside me. I couldn't hold back any longer.
"Oh! Shit! Shit! Shit! Steve you're making me cum!" I screamed as my body started jerking uncontrollably as I climaxed long and hard. I was producing copious amounts of love juice which was running out of my love hole and coating Steve's tongue as he lapped it into his mouth. I'd not been made to cum like that for a very long time. It took nearly five minutes for me to recover as Steve continued to lick my slit slower and slower until he stopped.
"Lisa that was certainly some orgasm," Claire whispered not far away from me. "Do you want Steve to carry on with fucking you?"
