Holiday Encounter 2

We are happily married, we like a drink or three, love travelling and meeting people. I am a 30 year old self employed electrical contractor and my work is almost solely confined to government contracts. I employ 15 guys who are better than averagely paid and get a share of the profits each year just before Christmas. There are strings attached of course. I want commitment, loyalty and no 'hang-over' Monday's. In my eight years in business I have only had to fire one guy and he was a personal 'friend' who thought none of the strings applied to him. He let me down badly on a contract and only for the extra input from my other guys I would have lost a big contract and probably would not be where I am today. I met my wife when I was working in the offices of an insurance company in the city. She just said 'Hi' to me, then I got the smell of her perfume which, combined with her extremely good looks, blew me away. I was besotted. I met her later in the lift and said hi. We got chatting and she told me her name was Ann. I was getting out at the next floor and mumbled something like: "I'll see you."

As the doors were closing she replied: "When?"

I spent the next six hours among the cables and dust of the building trying to find just where the problem was. The power was shorting out and computers were shutting down as a result. I couldn't afford to give Ann too much thought as staying alive was always high on my priority list. Finally, at 7.30pm I was done, dirty, but done. I made my way to the bathroom and washed what I could off me. I could smell my own body odour and was looking forward to a shower at home followed by a pizza and a cold beer. I made my way to the car park, threw my stuff into the van and as I was closing the doors I heard, "You could have said you were seeing me later. I'm not really dressed for clubbing and neither are you by the looks of things."

"I don't smell right for clubbing either but you look fine." I replied.

"I wasn't going to mention the smell." she said as she gave me a dazzling smile.

She looked beautiful and I felt awkward in my state and must have looked like a love-sick schoolboy. "Did you have a rough day?" she asked.

"Long, hot and very dirty." I replied.

"So, we're not going clubbing then?" she said.

"How about Friday?" I asked, not thinking I had any chance.

"Love to." was her reply and we arranged to meet up for a meal in a nice Italian I knew.

That was how I met my wife. I must describe her. She is now 27 and I met her just five years ago. She has long fair hair and is about 5'8"; I think her body is perfect, not too thin, and just right. Her breasts are a wonderful firm 36C and she has beautiful shapely legs. Her ass is to die for. I find it hard to keep my hands off it no matter where we are and have often touched her ass without even thinking about it. I have been told off more than once for doing so. She trims her pubic hair and recently shaved her beautiful pussy completely. Her pussy is gorgeous. Her pussy lips open slowly when she becomes aroused, yes all women do that, but hers opens like a flower. I first noticed this one night when I got home late to find her asleep naked in our bed with her legs apart. I couldn't help myself and gently licked her inner thighs just next to her sweet smelling pussy. The lips slowly opened to reveal her moist pussy just as she began to wake up. It never mattered where we were or how tired we were, we always manage to find the time and energy for making love or having sex. We both believe that love and sex is vitally important to a relationship and that they are both separate. I love making love with her and I really love fucking her. Admittedly we fuck much more than we make love! She moved in with me about six months after we met and it was like we were always together.

I had bought a four bed detached house that was literally about to collapse a couple of years before and had put a lot of time and work into getting it right. I had only finished painting it when I met Ann and we set about getting furniture, carpets and curtains. This was a shrewd buy but it was purely accidental that I bought it. I never took any notice of property values or investment. A colleague told me about the place and he said it was so close to the city that it would suit me perfectly as I could rent out the other bedrooms. I had no interest in renting rooms as I like my privacy and didn't want strangers in the house. I was able to manage the mortgage by myself too.

Life was perfect. Everyone took to Ann, it was impossible not to like her. We often went out with our friends and both her and my friends hit it off. We hosted and attended many parties but we would take a weekend out just for us sometimes spending the weekend in bed. I bought her a couple of vibrators and she had an extensive collection of lingerie. I took many photos of her in various stages of dress and undress. We also took some very explicit photos. One of my favourite photos is of her with her head thrown back bringing herself to orgasm with a dildo.

We went on holiday one summer with a few friends and while we enjoyed ourselves we agreed that we preferred to holiday alone and get away from everything and everyone. We still went away for the odd weekend with friends from time to time and always enjoyed it. Last June we went to a resort in Gran Canaria. Ann could only take her holidays in June and it suited us because it's not too hot that time of year. We booked two weeks self catering. The apartments had a private pool, bars and a night club. It was only a two minute walk to the beach and five minutes into the busy town centre. The apartment was spacious with a king size bed, kitchen, living room and a balcony overlooking the sea. We arrived in the early evening, unpacked then went to the local supermarket to stock up on beer for me and tequila for her. We showered and dressed for dinner in the restaurant by the pool. It was a beautiful evening. Ann looked beautiful in her white above the knee skirt and a lime v neck t shirt. She was wearing high heels, not ridiculously high, but enough to give her legs that extra lift. She rarely, if ever, wore jewellery. I wanted to fuck her before we left the room but she said we'd have plenty of time for that later.

As we were leaving our room a black guy was trying to open the door of the next apartment while trying to hold his suitcase and another bag at the same time. I took his bags and he managed to get the door open. He thanked me and introduced himself as Jonathan. I made our introductions and said we'd be seeing him around for the next few weeks. He said he'd probably be gone the following day and thanked us again. We went to dinner and decided that he was probably a rep or something and was just booked in for the night. We had a beautiful leisurely meal and consumed two bottles of wine with the meal. We then decided to check out the poolside bar where the barman informed us that the night club opened in an hour, midnight. I was about to order another round when two drinks arrived for us. Before I could ask the barman where they had come from Jonathan was standing next to me and said 'thanks and cheers'.

"Cheers." we both answered. "There was no need." I said.

"No problem, I'm just having a swift one then I'm going to check out the club." he said as he walked away.

"See you later." I said and he was gone towards the club.

We took our time with our drinks basking in the holiday atmosphere. We entered the club and found a nice table off to one side of the bar. The music wasn't so loud here and we could talk easily without shouting. I got a couple of drinks from the bar and we sat and laughed and just enjoyed being together. About an hour later, the club had filled up and I was waiting my turn at the bar. I saw Jonathan and ordered one for him too when my turn came. He came over to me and we had a chat. I asked him if he was on his own and he told me his girlfriend had dumped him by text as he was waiting for her in the airport in London. I thought that was crap and said so. "We'd only been going out a few weeks and she was all up for this holiday but obviously changed her mind. I decided to come out anyway rather than lose all the money. I'm not so sure it was such a good idea now. I feel like a spare prick at a wedding, everywhere I look it's fucking loving couples, no offence." he added hastily.

"None taken, but you're wrong." I said. "These resorts are full of groups of lads and women out for a good time. You only have to look around."

"I'm not really in the right mood tonight, should've just gone to bed early."

"Why don't you come over and join us for a drink?" I asked.

"I don't want to mooch in with you two, you're on holidays. You don't need my miserable face hanging around."

It was one of those situations where you meet someone and take to them immediately. Although he was obviously upset he still had a ready smile and he was a genuine nice guy.

"Look, come on over and have a drink with us. It's our first night and it has been a long day so I don't know how long we'll last."

He lifted his beer and followed me back to our table. He's a big guy. He must be at least six two, muscular, with his hair cut tight. If he was an American you'd figure him for a marine. I had recognised his London accent immediately having spent time working there some years previously. He gave Ann a big grin.

"Hi!" he said and sat on her left as I sat back in my seat to her right. The table was a small circular one and it was perfect as we were all facing each other as we chatted. I didn't know what to say about Jonathan's predicament but he simply told Ann exactly what he had told me. She almost repeated my words about there being plenty of good looking girls around and that he should give it a few days before deciding to return home.

I asked him what he worked and he told us he was a fireman in east London. His parents were West Indian and he had a little sister who, he spent most of his time keeping out of trouble. He reckoned that every guy she spoke was a potential 'bad lot' and it was his duty to look after her. I remarked, jokingly, that not every guy was as bad as him and maybe he should cut her a bit of slack. We told him about ourselves, how we met, and our work. He laughed a lot and was very easy to listen to. He told us many stories about his work but held back on any sad stuff. When Ann asked him about the down side of his job he just brushed it aside saying "We're all on holidays so no more work related chat or I'll fire man's lift you out the door!"

Ann wanted to dance so we excused ourselves and 'ordered' him to look after our seats and drink. He just said,

"Go and enjoy yourselves, I'll just sit here and get more depressed."

He was good fun, just our type. Ann and I danced for a couple of fast numbers and I was glad to sit down and get some cool beer into me. Ann, as usual, was up for more dancing so I said, "Jonathan, will you dance with her? I have to get some more beers in."

"No, I hate dancing."

"You'll be grand," I said "Ann will show you how."

"Come on, anyone can dance." Ann said. She stood and moved towards the floor.

Jonathan followed and he looked like he'd rather be anywhere else, head down. He glanced back at me almost pleading to be excused. I waved him off and got more drinks in. The DJ played three rave numbers in a row and as usual Ann was giving it all she had. She closed her eyes and completely lost herself in the music. I was mesmerised watching her body move. She was so beautiful, her blond hair thrashing about and her skirt exposed her long legs as she gyrated to the music. At one point I caught a glimpse of her white underwear. The material was very thin and I remembered that when she wears them and I go down on her, they became transparent. This caused a stirring in my underwear, I was already thinking of going to bed. Although he was obviously not enjoying dancing Jonathan was enjoying looking at Ann. Her breasts were bouncing about and her skirt was leaving little to the imagination. It took Ann a few seconds to realise the songs had finished; she smiled at Jonathan as she took him by the hand and led him from the dance floor. I felt my cock getting hard watching them walking hand in hand. I didn't have time to give it much thought but I was rock hard. Ann was still laughing when she sat down.

"I forgot I was dancing with Jonathan," she laughed, "it was only when we were holding hands that I realised it was not you."

"Lucky it wasn't a slow set so." I replied.

"You're right there." said Ann as she reached for her drink.

"I have to say Jonathan. I thought I was the only one who looked so uncomfortable on the dance floor." I said.

"I never liked dancing," he said "I feel so self conscious. Ann, you are a fantastic dancer and I hope I didn't spoil it for you."

"Not at all," she replied "what you two don't understand is that most people, especially guys, feel the same and look the same unless they're full of drink. It's always girls who are first to dance and as the night goes on you see the guys eventually joining in. There are some very good blokes dancing too though."

"I agree but can't help the way I feel." I said.

Jonathan nodded his agreement adding that he felt awkward and lacked rhythm.

"I'll show you both a few simple moves and you'll be fine." she said.

The DJ played a slow number and we decided to give it a miss for now and head up to our room. Jonathan said he'd had enough too so the three of us left and said our goodnights at our rooms. Jonathan thanked us for a great evening and before he could finish Ann said; "Don't start bleating on about interrupting our night and all that, it was nice to meet you, goodnight."

We got ready for bed and I was waiting naked for her when she finally came out of the bathroom naked also. My cock was rigid, and she smiled saying, "Is that for me?"

"You'd better believe it." I replied.

I pulled her to me and we kissed passionately as I felt her breasts and then her very wet pussy. She spread her legs as wide as possible, a sure sign that she is very aroused. Her pussy was not just wet, it was dripping. I couldn't wait any longer and got between her open legs and slid my cock right into her in one push. She wasn't into any foreplay either as she lifted her pelvis to meet my thrusts. We kissed as we fucked, both of us sweating profusely. We came within a few minutes and I pumped a large amount of spunk into her. She came again as my cock discharged the final drops of cum inside her. We kissed, caressing each other for a while. She fell asleep in my arms.

I love the feel of her body next to me, her breasts against my skin. She had entwined one of my legs between hers and I could feel our juices leaking from her pussy. I was getting hard again but didn't want to wake her up. I'm not a great sleeper at the best of times so I gently prised myself from her, pulled on my boxers and went out onto the balcony for a smoke.

I usually smoke two or three cigarettes a day. I like the odd joint also. Sometimes Ann and I will smoke a joint and with a couple of beers, she gets extremely horny. It was a beautiful night, clear skies and quite warm. I could hear and smell the sea. The other noise was Jonathan snoring on a chair on his balcony. He was sprawled out on a sun chair wearing just a pair of boxers. He'd obviously had the same idea as me because there was a cigarette burning in an ashtray beside his chair. I was wondering whether to wake him or not. I didn't want him to think I was 'looking' at him. I have absolutely no interest in men in a sexual way. Ann once asked me if I ever 'did anything' with a male. My answer was and still is a resounding 'No'. Don't get me wrong, I have nothing against gay people. I have a few gay friends but it just does nothing for me. I really don't care what consenting adults do with, or to, each other as long as they don't expect me to do the same. I decided to try to wake him, mainly because he was head was at an odd angle and if it were me, I'd be sore when I woke up.

"FIRE! FIRE!" I half shouted it, not wanting to wake or alarm anyone nearby.

He must have jumped about three feet off the chair. As he jumped up his cock slipped out through his boxers. It was only for a second and he didn't notice. He was far too busy trying to work out what was happening. The only way I can describe his cock is 'fucking huge'. I am not an expert but I have seen quite a few in porno movies and he was up there with the best of them. The only thought in my head was 'lucky bastard'. He looked confused, trying to focus on me, work out who I was most likely. I was by this time laughing hard at him. I had to hold onto the rail between our balconies. He began laughing too. "You fucking cunt!" he said

I just laughed all the more. I told him how I had come out for a smoke and saw the way he was sleeping and thought I should wake him. I was right as it happens; his neck was a little sore as it was. I got a couple of beers and we chatted for a while as we drank them. I finally went back to bed and curled up next to Ann.

I awoke to the noise of our shower and got up to make us a light breakfast. I could also hear Jonathan singing in his shower next door, the walls were pretty thin. I was just putting on the kettle when Ann came out and kissed my back and said, "Good morning."

I had a long shower and then we brought our breakfast out onto the balcony. Ann was just wearing a bathrobe and I had a towel wrapped around me. Jonathan opened his door and wished us a good morning.

"Hop over and have some coffee and toast." I said.

He was about to go into one about not imposing when Ann said; "Come on, we did enough for you too and as you can see there are three cups."

We hadn't planned on having him over for breakfast but we unconsciously made sure there was enough for him too. He said he was going to explore the resort and was still thinking about going back home. We convinced him to stay for at least another day before deciding. After breakfast Ann and I decided to go for a walk. We usually do this to get our bearings and spot likely pubs, clubs and restaurants. We had a long walk along the beach and returned to our complex about noon. We decided to have a coffee at the bar and that was when I met a guy I knew from a job I had worked on a few months previously. Dave was with five other guys and they had just arrived that morning. I introduced him to Ann and he introduced the others. They were drinking a beer and then intended to get changed and spend the rest of the afternoon by the pool. Just then I spotted Jonathan heading towards the lifts. I ran out, brought him into the bar and introduced him to Dave and the rest of the lads. After an hour we left them all chatting and drinking and went to our apartment. We lay on the bed for 'a minute' and woke up at six. We had decided on a restaurant followed by a comedy show in a pub in the town centre. The show was starting at nine so we needed to shower and get ready. We had planned on asking Jonathan if he wanted to come along hoping that he would say no. It wasn't that we didn't like him but we wanted time to ourselves and this was our holiday.

I had my shower and got ready. While Ann was getting ready I went next door to see what Jonathan was up to. He was half cut, happy and was meeting the lads later and going on the piss. I left him to it and went back to our apartment. Ann and I got to the restaurant in plenty of time and following a beautiful meal hit the comedy store. It was a great night. For the next week we had a wonderful time together. We fucked every chance we got. We bumped into Jonathan most days and from what he told us the lads were more into drink than women. He wasn't complaining he reckoned it was just what he needed. At the end of our first week we met him at the bar, it was the lads last night and they were all going clubbing. He was staying on for the rest of his holidays.