This is the 8th part of the story of how I, Lissy Worsley, discovered my sapphic desires and embarked upon a lesbian love affair.
In this part, Suzy and I take a holiday and have a sexual adventure in the Spanish sun.
Oh Heels
Part 8: Sex in The Sun.
Suzy was lying there on a sun lounger in her white bikini, yet again looking absolutely stunning.
I handed her a drink and said, 'Babe, you are just TOO gorgeous.'
'I was just thinking the same about you.' she said, 'You're so sexy!' I was wearing a blue bikini in a similar style to Suzy's, with string-sided bottoms, which seemed to accentuate all my curves. I knew it looked good on me. It gave just the right amount of support to my breasts and had a way of making them look their very best, while not controlling my natural 'jiggle' too much. I made sure Suzy got regular glimpses of that sexy jiggle as I moved around. We were definitely making each other horny!
This was the first time Suzy and I had gone on holiday together. A proper holiday I mean, rather than just a quickie weekend away. We had now been 'seeing each other' for almost a year, and I was the happiest I had ever been in my life. We had both expected the ardour of our relationship to cool at least slightly over time, and I suppose it had, a little, but we were still spending every weekend together, and still having the most mind-blowing sex on a very regular basis.
I swear my body had undergone changes in the 11 months we'd been having sex; my nipples were definitely more prominent, and my vagina seemed fleshier and even juicier - if that were possible. On a number of occasions I had produced multiple squirts of creamy juice when I came; far more of it than usual, and Suzy loved it. In fact, she couldn't get enough of it. I remember the look of pure astonishment on her face when this first happened, and the rapturous way she gorged on it.
I've never been much of a sex toy user. Not the purpose-made ones anyway. I've improvised with pieces of fruit, or household objects occasionally, but I usually find my fingers more than adequate, especially my two middle fingers curled in such a way that they can stimulate my g-spot (shiver), but Suzy was a huge fan of toys. She was something of an expert on them and she had a huge collection of all shapes and sizes.
I was a little dubious when she introduced them to our lovemaking, but I have to admit, some of them do produce spectacular orgasms. Suzy had a toy, the like of which I'd never seen before; it was a 'clitoral stimulator' and it had a little cup on the end which, believe it or not, actually sucked your clit! Some gizmo inside it produced a rapid pulsing of negative pressure - far faster than any human mouth could manage, and the effect it had on a sensitive, aroused clitoris was apparently breathtaking. She had brought it on holiday with her and she said she couldn't believe the gut-wrenching, squirting, pelvis-melting orgasms it produced. She said it seemed as though the number of orgasms was only limited by how long you held it on your clit, and she said she had thought about just holding it in place to see how long she could stand it, and how many times she could come with it. 'In the interests of science, you understand,' she added with a wink. 'This baby can definitely make you a toy convert!'
But, sorry I'm digressing. I had drifted off into dreams of multiple clitoral orgasms there...
Back to our holiday in Mallorca. We had rented a villa with a swimming pool, in the countryside near to Port de Pollença and the mountains of the north coast. It was a house with a walled garden (a 'carmen') and we had the whole place to ourselves, so we could walk around naked and just generally enjoy the sun's caress - always a recipe for sexual arousal, I find.
We had come to Mallorca for some sun and sea, some walking, and some cycling (happily, Suzy had quite taken to it) but also for lots of sex. Both indoors and out. I know, we already had lots of sex, but a change of scene and some warm sunshine were bound to make us even more horny! How could it not? Just watching Suzy climb out of the pool in that white bikini was enough to light my blue touch-paper.
One night, after we'd fucked and were lying together talking, she said that seeing me in the blue bikini had exactly the same effect on her;
'Especially the way your luscious tits move in it, done deliberately I'm sure, you provocative minx!' she beamed.
We did some sea-swimming and had some great nights out in the Port, and wherever we went eyes, both male and female, followed us. We had approaches from a few hopeful Lotharios, but we gently but firmly demurred, while giving each other knowing looks. We definitely didn't tell them we were a lesbian couple because we knew that would probably only increase their ardour, given how many men have fantasies in that direction. Honestly, one man with us two? Delusional. I would need a football team of men to give me the number of orgasms I can have with Suzy any night of the week... Ugh, 11 men. What a repulsive thought.
One day, we went down to Pollença and hired two electric bikes. I had been gradually getting Suzy into cycling because, as mentioned earlier in this story, I have been an enthusiastic cyclist since I was very young and I wanted to share it with her. She was more of a walker and occasional runner, but she took to cycling immediately. She had bought a bike (with advice from me) and we had shared a few nice little bike rides back in the UK.
I had something a bit more ambitious planned on Mallorca though, so I thought having some assistance would make it easier and more pleasurable for her. I had never ridden an e-bike before and I seriously underestimated what good fun these things are! I had planned a mostly uphill ride of 20km to an old sanctuary at a place called Lluc (pronounced - almost - 'yuk'). It would be almost all downhill coming back though. Brilliant.
As soon as we set off, we were grinning from ear to ear. The bikes were only 250 watts but adding that to your own power makes you equivalent to (or better than) an elite professional cyclist. Yes, the bikes are heavier but, even so, climbing is a breeze, and we made it to 'yuk' very easily. We quickly found a shady bar and ordered a couple of coffees, and then we were pleasantly surprised when a Spanish female cycling club rolled in and joined us. Having Spanish grandparents on my mum's side, I speak good Spanish - not completely fluent, but good enough - and we spent a pleasant half hour with these fit young women, chatting about Mallorca, Spain, cycling, and whether e-bikes were cheating or not.
We had a quick look around the sanctuary and then set off back, swooping round downhill bends and shrieking like schoolgirls with the sheer exhilaration of it. An easy freewheel, with hardly any pedaling at all, took us all the way back to the bike shop and I could tell from Suzy's beaming smile that she had enjoyed this jaunt as much as I had.
We were hungry now, so we quickly threw on a couple of floaty summer dresses and went down to a restaurant I knew in the Port, called 'La Cascada'. The proprietress, a curvy little thing called Maria, greeted me like a long-lost friend, which was surprising and lovely; I had obviously been memorable to her.
