This is my first story on Lit and also my first attempt at writing erotica. All comments are highly appreciated!
The story is pure fictional and all similarities with existing persons or places are accidentally only. Since it is fiction no one bothers with condoms or is worried about Corona, STDs or pregnancies.
"You know, if you make me wear this thing, I have to shave my pussy bare. You can't be sure then to be the first to plow my naked slit."
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In College times I had been a real wild chick. I always had a couple of guys at hand for some hard sex and sometimes even twice or three times a week without the guys knowing from each other. This had slowed down when I met Steven and we felt in love. In the beginning we still had an arrangement. He likes my pussy shaven to make me cum hard on his tongue. When he shaved me and left a little tuff or line of hair, I was his faithful girlfriend. If he shaved me bare, I had the permission to look (and fuck) around. This slowed down after he proposed to me and on the day of our wedding, I promised to myself I would never do someone else again.
Now we were 10 years later and Steven and me had reached the 30 two years ago. Our two children were with their grandparents for two weeks camping in the Adirondacks and we had managed to get one week off and fly to Jamaica. We had chosen a 5-Star-Hotel Adults only to enjoy some time without children crying and hustling around.
On their website it was mentioned that proper clothing was requested in the hotel building and nudity was forbidden on the hotel premises, but when we arrived in the hotel, I realized that I had missed the dress code by a mile. In the hotel most of the women were dressed in light summer dresses or T's with deep cleavages, free backs and hot pants or very short skirts. Around the pool the bikinis were small to tiny and the speedos of many men left nearly nothing to imagination. Erotism was everywhere.
During lunch we met a couple about our age and the woman complained that topless sunbathing was only possible at the beach while, as she whispered to me standing close to each other at the buffet, if someone walks on the beach to the left after some 100 meters "everything goes", and she stated again "EVERYTHING".
After lunch we went to the beach and Steven enjoyed it when I left my top behind swimming with him in the sea. When I looked to the left after about 200 m the beach got smaller with a lot of bushes and trees giving some hiding places. A couple appeared behind one of the bushes, the man arranging his groin and the women looking disheveled and walking a little bow-legged. "So that means 'everything goes'" I smiled to myself.
This evening for the first time in years Steven fucked me twice: A hard quickie when we came back from the beach and a long slow lovemaking after dinner and some drinks in the bar. As always Steven knows how to please me and so I was very satisfied when we afterwards slept together in the nude.
The next morning after breakfast we went to the store to buy me, as Steven put it, some appropriate swimwear. They had two racks of bikinis reaching from, in my rating, 'nearly modest' to 'sexy', 'daring' and 'impossible to wear'. While I looked after a sexy piece Steven directly went to the daring ones. After I picked a white bandeau bikini with high cut bottom and a quite daring red string bikini with only a little covering in the back, Steven showed me a little orange piece with only three strips of fabric barely wide enough to cover my nipples and my labia and nothing else.
"You're joking," I flinched. „You know, if you make me wear this thing, I have to shave my pussy bare. You can't be sure then to be the first to plow my naked slit," I smiled insinuatingly.
When later I laid on a longer aside the pool in the string bikini - Steven had voted against buying the bandeau one and I had refused to try the orange piece - I felt quite naked but earned a couple of approving glances. Swimming in the pool I found that the bikini was loose enough to slide from my breast and vanish between my labia. I had to arrange everything again before I climbed out of the pool.
In the afternoon, the beach was quite crowded, so Steven walked further left until he found a quieter spot. For sure I shed my top and sunned topless. Later he chased me in the water and mauled my naked breasts. He even dared to move his hand between my legs, massage my clit and fuck me with his fingers. I didn't struggle and moaning rested my head against his shoulder. "Be sure you're able to finish later what you've started now," I gasped when he pushed a second and then a third finger in my snatch. "Why later," he grinned and intensified his strokes and the pressure of his thump on my little knob. I couldn't resist and when his other hand pinched my hard nipple I reared up in a very intense orgasm. All I could do was to press my lips together not to scream out loud. Lovingly Steven held me in his arms until I'd recovered.
"How can you dare to make me cum here in public," I snapped. Looking around I saw a man about 30 meters away grinning and I was sure he knew what had happened.
"I believe you enjoyed it," Steven grinned, took me in his arms and kissed me. I tried to resist but then again melted in his arms. "Seems like you want to kick it up a few notches in this holiday," I smirked, and my hand wandered to his rock-hard dick and stroked it. "May be!" he groaned.
This evening as a 'punishment' I lashed his wrists to the headboard and alternated between riding his dick and his tongue. I didn't release him before he had cummed in my pussy, cleaned me up with his tongue and then filled me again with a second load of cream. I lost count how often he made me climax in between.
The next morning, I went to the gym for a little workout while Steven went directly to the pool, or so I thought. Coming back from the gym I was surprised by the little orange microkini Steven had shown me the day before draped on my bed. This was an obvious dare but had Steven realized what this meant to me?
