Ginger's Little Adventures

If you haven't read the Mrs. M. stories, and the Stefi stories, you might not understand some of the background references. I hope you'll go back and read them, leave a comment, and maybe a nice rating. And now, on to Ginger's Little Adventure.

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Well, I'll admit it, I became a little obsessed with Willy and Stefi. I'd never met a couple like them before. She was so glamorous, sweet, and beautiful, and he was so kind and gentle... and attentive... and good looking. I just had the hardest time staying away.

Lukas and I talked about it for days. One little conversation answered some questions and asked many more. We argued and apologized, then argued some more. It was exhausting. But we had a need to settle the issue quickly. I was going to be flying in four days, and I wasn't going to be back for three more. I wanted to know what the rules were before we had to spend nights alone, and more specifically, when I'd be away leaving Lukas the chance to fuck Stefi without me.

It always came down to trust. I knew how much he wanted Stefi, and I couldn't blame him one bit. I wanted her too, and almost as much. And he knew how much I wanted Willy as well. He loved the idea of me and Stefi together without him there. But me and Willy together without him? He wasn't too keen on that.

We entertained the idea of never doing it with them again, but we both knew that wasn't what either of us wanted. We decided to give each other my three days away to think things over and we'd continue our discussions when I got back. I had Lukas swear that he wasn't going to try anything with Stefi while I was gone, but I knew that it wasn't likely anyhow. Stefi and I talked, and she said it wasn't a regular activity for them. More like a special treat.

So, I packed my bags, kissed my Lukas goodbye, and flew off to The Caymans. I had a layover till the next morning, so I checked into the beachside hotel, had a quick dinner, then decided to get a little sun and sand. I'd packed bathing suits, but I stood naked in my room looking at them. It was a reminder of how much my life had changed in the last couple weeks. I had one of my grandma one piece bathing suits, and a very skimpy bikini with a thong bottom Lukas had me buy. Nothing else.

At that moment, I tried to decide what sort of woman I wanted to be. Reserved, and modest like I had been most of my adult life, or free and outgoing like Willy and Stefi. One was safer, but the other was much more fun. I stared at them on my bed for a long time. Then I looked to my left, saw my reflection in the mirror, and I heard Willy in my head. 'A woman as exciting as you should expect a little flirting now and then.'

I looked at myself and turned one way, then the other. I never thought of myself as very beautiful. I thought I was pretty, but not gorgeous like Stefi. But standing there, looking at my slender body and pleasing curves, I decided I looked good. I looked desirable.

I picked up the bikini bottoms and slipped them on. Now my reflection, with my ass in a thong, my pussy just barely covered, I thought I looked kinda hot. What was it Willy said? 'I make love to Stefi. What we just did was have sex.'

I made my decision and put on the bikini. I was going to have fun.

I grabbed a beach towel, put on my flip flops, took my beach bag, and headed for the beach. There were lots of lounge chairs available, and umbrellas, and since it was getting late, I had my pick. I found a nice spot, stretched out, and asked for a drinks menu from the bar boy. He returned with two. "One is the house cocktails. The other is for... the special cocktails."

"Special?" Looked over some of the drinks, and almost snorted a laugh. They were all drinks with suggestive names. Sex on the Beach, Slow Comfortable Screw, Pink Silk Panties. Then I saw the one I wanted that made me giggle and placed my order.

A few minutes later, a familiar voice said, "Dirty Redheaded Slut."

I blinked up at the setting sun behind the familiar voice. "I beg your pardon?"

Captain Grant stood over me with my drink in hand. "That

is

what you ordered?"

I blushed and giggled. "Oh, umm, yeah." I took the drink and sat up a bit. "How did you know?"

"I was at the bar when he brought your order." He took the menu from the little table, and grinned as he looked it over, then waved down a bar boy. "I'll have a Royal Fuck, easy on the schnapps." He said confidently.

"Sounds nice." I said. "What's is it."

"Oh, well. It involves a lot of hip action and moaning." He grinned.

"The drink, Captain!" I laughed.

"Crown Royal, Peach Schnapps and Cranberry." He wrinkled his nose. "Thus, the light on the schnapps. No need to spoil good whiskey." He shrugged. "Well, decent whiskey at any rate. May I?" he motioned to the neighboring lounge chair.

I nodded and made a slightly too obvious gasp as he peeled off his shirt. He had really nice shoulders, and very fit abs, especially for an older man. I later learned the captain was fifty-two. It's so unfair how men can age so well.

"So, a Dirty Redheaded..."

"Uh, careful, Captain." I raised a finger at him. "Just because I have red hair and this skimpy little bikini doesn't make me..."

"I was just commenting on the drink." He said, still smiling.

I blushed a smile back. "I know." I said.

We both got our drinks and decided to walk the beach a little while we enjoyed them. I had a feeling he just wanted a better look at my thong covered ass, which was just fine by me.

We started talking about our experiences with the airline, some of the places we got to see. He had been everywhere I had, and quite a few I hadn't. Then it wasn't long before the flirting started.

"How about nude beaches?" he asked.

I lifted a brow at him. "What do you mean?"

"Ever been to one?"

I smiled and nodded. "Once. In Australia. Not much to write home about. Mostly men you'd rather not see naked with women you'd rather not see naked. There's a few in Florida. Mostly the same. Not terribly exciting."

He snickered. "You should try Ibiza." He grinned. "Lots of fine men and women, and lots of dunes and bluffs to let you do more than just go nude, if you want." He leaned closer and put an arm around me like he was keeping a secret. "In fact, at curtain times of the day, you can find couples going at it right on the beach. Sometimes they like an audience too."

I gaped a smile at him. "Have you ever done that?"

"Done what?" he asked.

"Done more than go nude on the beach with an audience?"

He lifted a brow and gave me a slight grin. "Screwed on a beach, yes." He said. "With an audience, not yet."

I blushed another smile and finished my drink. "Um, maybe we should head back?"

He nodded and we turned around. "Where to next?"

"Oh, my lounge chair. Maybe another Dirty Redheaded Slut." I giggled.

"No, I mean your next flight." He chuckled. "Though I wouldn't mind a redheaded slut right about now."

I got a little thrill at that. Willy called Stefi a slut all the time, and she seemed to love it. Some part of me did too. "Oh, shit. Sorry." I giggled. "New York."

He frowned. "Then we only have tonight."

He left his arm around me, his hand resting on my hip and cupping part of my ass as we walked arm in arm like a couple teens on a date. Occasionally he would caress my ass cheek, and when I didn't object, he did it more, then just left it there. It was kind of exciting.

"Any others for you after that?" he asked.

I nodded. "Last stop, Miami." I sighed. "Then home."

"Miami.? On the fifth?"

I nodded. "Yeah."

He grinned. "I'll be there on the fifth as well."

I may have seemed a little too excited by that. "Really? Maybe we should meet up?"

He nodded. "That would be great." We reached our lounge chairs, and he snatched up his shirt, but didn't put it on. "Another drink?"

The sun was almost setting, and the sunsets here were to die for. "Oh, yes. That would be great."

He grinned. "Perfect. Same?"

I smiled and shook my head. "No. I think this time I'd like to have Sex on the Beach."

He shrugged. "Alright, but we probably should go up in the dunes first." We winked, tossed his shirt back onto the lounge chair, and headed for the bar.

I felt a flush of heat in my face and my smile was uncontrollable. God, what was I doing?

He returned and handed me my drink, then moved his lounge chair to be next to mine without the little table between. We held hands again for a while, then he stroked his fingers up and down my thigh ever so softly. We relaxed, clinked our glasses and watched the sun sinking toward the horizon. The clouds were just enough to give the sky a little texture, and the colors were magnificent. We continued to talk and flirt until the sun was nearly gone.

"You know about the green flash?" he asked.

I giggled. "That's not real."

"I've seen it many times." He said. "Come on. You have to watch the sun as it sets.

He took me by the hand and walked me down to the water's edge. Then he pointed to the setting sun. "Just watch that spot." He said. "Don't look away. Then at the instant the sun sets, you'll see it. It's an atmospheric refraction of the light, bending the light rays toward the middle of the spectrum."

I nodded idly as he moved behind me and wrapped his arms around mine. He was a head taller than me, and it felt so easy for him to hold me close. But more than that was a noticeable hard spot rubbing my rear. Part of me wanted to pull away and run to my room. Another part wanted him to undress me right there on the beach.

But as he held me close, and rubbed my arms with his hands, and my rear with his bulge, I quivered with indecision and need. The sun set was just an excuse to stay this close, and I didn't want it to end.

The instant the sun went over the horizon, there was a flash of green, and I gasped. "Oh! There!" I pointed. "Did you see it?" Lifting my arm to point let his hand slide off, and it fell firmly on my breast. I didn't lower my arm right away, and he gave my tit a soft but very intentional squeeze. I lowered my arm slowly and he still didn't let go. He let my arm cover his, then he slid his other hand off my arm and under to hold both my tits.

Oh boy. This was getting interesting... and potentially dangerous. If we did this...

"How about we take our drinks to my room?" he suggested.

I gulped. There it was. I felt my nerves flutter in my stomach. I stood there a long moment thinking about what I should do. Should I give in to these desires or stay faithful to Lukas. Oh god, it would be so much easier if I knew for sure he was over at Stefi's place getting a blowjob. It would make my own guilty feelings seem less.

"I can't." I said in a hush. "I'm expecting a call later."

He sighed. "Husband?"

I nervously nodded.

"I understand." He said and started to move his hands away.

My arms clamped down to stop him from letting go of my breasts, I leaned back into his nice, solid chest, and I turned to look up at him over one shoulder. "Come to my room?" I whispered.

A smile gradually crept onto his face, and I smiled back. "Shall I get the drinks?" he asked.

"Fuck the drinks." I giggled. "Let's go."

We got into the elevator, the doors closed, and he pulled me to him, grabbed my wrists, and pinned me to the wall as he kissed me like I'd never been kissed before. The moment was so intense, I felt my pussy flood with my juices in seconds.

The doors opened and I grabbed him by the hand and practically jogged down the hall to my room. I fished around in my little beach bag, like I was trying to beat the clock, found the key, swiped, threw open the door, and dragged him in behind me.

In seconds, my bikini was on the floor, and I dropped to my knees to pull down his swim trunks. Out sprang a glorious cock, thick, long, and delicious looking. He looked stunned, like he didn't recognize me anymore.

"Well, okay." I breathed. "Maybe I am a dirty redheaded slut." I started licking his length like a meaty lollipop, sliding my tongue up and down his hard shaft, and to my delight, it got even bigger.

"Shit." He gasped. "Your tongue is amazing."

I giggled. "Then you're gonna love this next part." I locked my eyes on him, and guided that thick, hard head to my lips and sucked him in slowly.

The secret to my deepthroat skills is all in the pacing. Too fast, and I'd be gagging in horrible ways. But, let me take my time and control the pace, I'll fit most cocks. I may have been a good, faithful wife, but before marriage, I was a cock loving cum slut. Every boyfriend I had since I was sixteen till I married at twenty six got a blowjob on the first date, as long as he wasn't a complete asshole. I learned early on how to suck cock, and I'm one of those rare girls who actually loves doing it.

His cock slid all the way to the entrance of my throat, then I sucked my way off him again, and took a breath. He gave me an astonished smile and I licked his thick head. "Oh, that's just a warm up." I purred.

My next effort put him to the entrance of my throat, then I adjusted my angle, and the rest of his impressive manhood slid easily down my throat. I heard him groan out some choice comments, his hands trying to find some part of me to touch, and I wanted that just as urgently.

"Let's get on the bed." He groaned.

I hummed my approval, then sucked my way off his cock. He pulled me to my feet, picked me up like I was nothing more than a downy pillow, and he fell back on the bed with me on top giggling like a schoolgirl. God, he was good looking, well hung, and fun.

"Now. Where was I before I was so rudely interrupted?" I purred.

He grinned, and grabbed my ass so tight it made me squeak. "You were just about to show me what a good cock sucking redheaded slut you are." He said eagerly. "But first..." He spun me around on the bed until I was facing the other way. Then he rolled to his side, his face nuzzling my pussy, wrapped his strong arms around me, and rolled back with me on top, straddling his face with his thick manhood right before me.

He grabbed my ass cheeks and spread them as his tongue went to work in my silky sex. I moaned and gasped out, "Oh god, yes!" Lukas will eat me out occasionally, but not nearly as often as I would like. I always thought it unfair that I would suck him off whenever he wanted, which was a lot, but I had to wait for special occasions for him to reciprocate. Now that I had a willing tongue to ride, I was going to make the absolute most of it.

I had to shift up because he was so tall, and we had a hard time pleasuring each other at the same time. He tucked two pillows under his head, pulled me up, and I was splayed open, perfectly positioned for licking while I could still swallow his whole cock. It was glorious.

I couldn't tell how long I sucked him off, but by my second orgasm, I was ready for the main event. Just then, he flooded my mouth with a massive load of cum, and I was forced to choke it all down. Not that I don't like swallowing cum. I do. It's my reward for a good blowjob, and I feel cheated if I don't get a taste, but he practically drowned me. I'd never seen a man cum so much. I guessed he might have been saving up for a while.

Once he finished, I lay on his strong body panting for breath as I licked him clean. Then he rolled me off, and spun me around on the bed, pulling me into those strong arms again. His hands explored my body, stroking, squeezing and teasing all my favorite places.

"That was fantastic, Captain Grant." I moaned softly.

"George." He said. "Call me George."

"Whatever you say, Captain." I giggled.

"George." He said again with a grin.

"I like Captain." I said. "And I'm your sexy stewardess. It's so 1970's porn, don't you think? All we need is the Bow-chick-a-bow-wow music, and we could star in Flying Fucks, or The Slutty Stewardess."

He laughed and gave my rear a little spank. "You really are a dirty redheaded slut, aren't you?" He growled in my ear.

This time, I took pride in it. I was a slut, like my seductive, Italian lady-lover, Stefi. I could fight it, or I could own it. "I guess I am." I sighed. "Is that a good thing?"

He chuckled. "No, it's a great thing."

I rolled over, draped myself over his chest, and we kissed for a while. My hand rested lightly on his spent cock, just holding him. I started thinking about how I could possibly confess this to Lukas, or even Stefi and Willy. They had rules for their extramarital sex, and I just broke all of them. I knew I'd probably have to take this secret of this little fling to my grave. Then, to my delight, I felt his cock responding in my hand.

"Oh, is someone ready for more?" I purred and started to slowly stroke his cock back to life. My hand got him started, then I slid down so I could suck him some more. It didn't take long, and soon I had his fully recovered erection filling my little fist.

And then, my phone rang. "Shit!" I hissed. "Perfect timing." I rolled to the side of the bed, grabbed my phone, took a deep calming breath before answering. "Hi honey." I said as sweetly as I could. "Yeah, the flight was fine. No problems. - It's the Caymans. Of course the weather is beautiful." I felt George take my legs and pull me to the middle of the bed on my belly opening my legs wide around him.

"How's things there? Did you get with Willy and Stefi today?"

George parted my legs even more and started to rub my clit, then slipped a finger into the folds of my wet pussy.

"Ohhh... I mean, that's a shame. But she gets home around nine. Will you be going over after?"

There was movement behind me, and the next thing I knew, several inches of cock slid into me. I sucked in a breath, but closed my mouth before my moan escaped me. God damn, he was so nice and thick.

"Doing?" I panted as quietly as I could. "Oh, um... treadmill. I'm in the hotel gym. Thought I'd burn off some calories from dinner... get good and - Mmm - worrrn out before bed."

He wouldn't let up. George started slowly humping into me, his cock going deeper and deeper with every thrust until he was fully inside me. All the while, I was struggling not to cry out or moan aloud.

"Oh, god yes." I groaned a little too enthusiastically. "After a day of standing, getting a nice strrretching out feels - oh god - so fucking amazing."

George stifled a laugh and got up on his knees while staying inside me. He used his strong hands to knead my ass cheeks and rocked into me a little faster.

"Ohh, no..." I panted. "I won't overdo it. Ohh!" I slapped a hand over my mouth. "Oh, nothing. Just had the treadmill set a little TOO fast." I shoved my face into the mattress and moaned. "Yes!, Yes! Um, yes. Slowing down now. I really want to finish this nice looong walk."

I sprawled out on the bed, and moaned as quietly as I could into the mattress. "Okay, honey. Kisses. Tell Willy and Stefi hi for me. See you soon. Okay. Yes. Love you too. Bye!"

I hung up the phone and tossed it onto the night stand. "Oh God! That was mean!" I groaned.

He laughed and gave my ass a spank that sent tingles all over my body.

"Shit. Get on top of me again like before." I pleaded.

He changed position, spread my thighs wide, and started fucking me hard and deep. "Yes! Yes! Like that!" He pounded me into the bed for what seemed a long time. I came hard about halfway through, then was just about ready for another when he stopped and spanked my ass again.

"Up on your knees, Redhaired Slut Stewardess!"

Why did that excite me so much? "Yes Captain." I whimpered and immediately pushed up to my hands and knees, arched my back and smiled back at George as he got behind me, his thick cock nudging at my pussy. I felt so vulnerable and submissive, and I absolutely loved it.

"Now." George took hold of my hips and rubbed his cock over my willing cunt. "I'm going to fuck you till I cum in that tight little pussy of yours." He gave my ass a slap that made me cry out. "Any objections?