My thanks to Jessica M. for her editing of my story and for her suggestions.
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I have recently met Mandy again!
Although we have met once or twice in professional circles, I had never had the opportunity of either repeating or continuing the adventure we had together when I took her to a sex-cinema. (See previous story – "With Mandy at the Cinema".) But my wife and I had signed up for a package holiday in near the coast, mainly a historical one, and on our first night there we found that Mandy and her husband were on the same trip. What a coincidence. But she was with her husband, and I was with my wife. Not much chance of getting together, was there? Her husband knew me, of course, just as my wife knew Mandy, owing to our professional contacts in the past.
I did, however, manage to speak to her alone when I was in the hotel corridor on my own, and so was she.
Quickly we did something both of us had been dying to do after meeting on this holiday – we immediately embraced and deeply kissed, my hand automatically cupping one of her delightful breasts which I could never forget after our experience together at the cinema. With no-one else around she made no move to shrug my hand away, and actually pressed her hand over mine to caress her even stronger.
I knew she was as anxious to repeat our previous experience now, though, as her other hand reached down and fondled my hardening dick through my trousers.
"I've never forgotten one second of that time in the cinema," she whispered to me as she began to stroke me. "When can we do something like that again?"
"When?" I asked rhetorically.
"Well, actually, I have been thinking," she said. "Charles is so keen on going on that trip to the historical site that even if I were indisposed he would probably still go as long as I was not too ill."
"Well?" I asked. "I shall have a migraine tomorrow," she said. "What will be your excuse?"
"Well, I did want to look for a new camera," I said, "and Tricia knows I am not interested in historical sites. She has already said that should I want to go and browse through the shops she would not mind going on her own. And I overheard her and Charles yesterday making plans for this trip, as they both seem so interested."
As is often the case, though, on packages like this, we had all four, owing to our previous acquaintance, more or less sat down together to dine.
That evening, then, we were all chatting, and Charles and Tricia were really delving into the subject of the museum, when Mandy suddenly said, "I hope I am not going to go down with a migraine – my head is throbbing already, and it is a usual sign of one to come."
As she said this I found that her head was not the only thing that was throbbing – so was my cock, and it was also giving a sign of it wanting to come.
Next morning Mandy did not appear at breakfast, and Charles explained that she was lying in bed, nursing a hefty migraine, and would remain there all day. After lunch he and Tricia went out to join the coach which was awaiting them to take them to the site, and they both bade me a good day.
Immediately they had departed, though, I went upstairs and knocked on Mandy's room door. After a few seconds the door opened very slightly, and Mandy peeped through to see who it was. On seeing it was me she flung the door open wide, and stood in front of me completely naked, her arms open wide for an embrace.
As we held each other tightly, she said into my ear, "And my pussy has been so wet since we met here that it is strange that Charles has never noticed. I have been wetting my panties so often that I have been having to change them three or four times a day! Feel how wet it is now – I'm positively dribbling!"
My hand automatically cupped her leaking cunt lips, whereupon I brought my fingers straight to my tongue, where the nectar tasted so heavenly.
"It's all yours, darling," she breathed, then led me over to the bed. "Lie down," she commanded, and still dressed I did so as she gently swung herself over me, straddling my face as she lowered herself onto me, stretching wide her pussy lips as she closed in.
"I've been saving this juice for you all the time we have been here," she said as I gently licked her clit and my mouth filled with her sweet tasting nectar.
I felt her move, and next second her warm mouth close round my engorged cock, as she gave me suction in return for what I was giving her.
It took very little time before I exploded into her mouth, as she swallowed every drop, and we continued to eat one another until finally, exhaustion made us pause.
"We should go out and make a day of it," she said to me, as she lay back in my arms. "How would you like me to dress?"
My immediate answer was almost, "Don't!", then I bit it back, for she wanted to make it a better day than simply making love in an hotel bedroom.
Impishly, then I asked if I could look in her wardrobe and choose. I soon found what I was looking for – a sundress with a short flared skirt, and a 'nearly-there' top. Actually it had two fairly thin straps to the waist, allowing most of her breasts to be on view. It was naturally meant for the beach, and would normally have had a bikini or something to go under it.
"How about just that and shoes?" I asked her wickedly. Just as wickedly she smiled back and agreed. "No-one here knows me," she grinned. "But I had better wear a coat until we get to where we are gong."
I agreed just as long as she would take it off where she could display herself without getting arrested.
"Now, where are we going?" she asked me.
"Wait and see," was my answer.
On our way to the foyer, where we asked the bellboy to call us a taxi, she told me that more than anything else (apart from the fucks we had shared) that although it had been her first time cheating on her husband, she had never enjoyed herself so much, especially the fact that she was able to show herself off to all, and sundry, and that she was now certainly an exhibitionist at heart, wanting to show herself at every opportunity.
That was why she was so ready to agree to my request about her mode of dress.
Arriving at the harbour I looked around and found that some boats were to hire, with or without a boatman, and so I booked a small launch for a couple of hours or so for just the two of us.
Immediately we started off Mandy insisted on sitting on the hatch in front of me, so that it was difficult to see past her to steer, especially as she was sitting with both feet on the deck, hands placed on the deck behind her, knees fully parted, and her delicious cunt on full view only inches away from my eyes!
Soon, though, and for once I was thankful not to be staring the whole time at an exposed cunt, as I was finding difficulty in steering, we were able to land on a deserted beach, whereupon Mandy, with no more ado, almost tore off her excuse for a dress and plunged over the side fully naked to race me onto the sand.
Again we fucked wildly, then skinny-dipped in the sea, where we once again joined our bodies together, using the sea-water as extra lubrication.
Finally, in order to rest for a while, we lay back side by side on the beach, and unsurprisingly we both drifted off to sleep.
When we awoke, though, we realised that it was time to be going back, so as to be in the hotel before Charles and Tricia arrived.
We wasted no time in getting back, as neither of us wanted our respective spouses to know what we had been up to, of course, and luckily we made it just in time for Mandy to go back to "bed".
I was a little apprehensive, though, about Tricia's behaviour as she came into our bedroom, where I was stretched out fully dressed on the bed. Normally, as with an y other married couple, we have no inhibitions with each other, but she went into the bathroom to change, telling me that she had inadvertently splashed some mud onto her dress. When she emerged she was quite naked, and this was nothing unusual. But the fact that she had gone into the bathroom to undress was what perturbed me a little. She then rummaged around in her drawers and suitcase, and finally took out a very tiny g-string – on which I had bought for her, but which she had always put off wearing, saying it was too revealing. In fact, it was so tiny that it disappeared between the lips of her pussy when it was on, so that only the sides were visible!
But again, taking a dress and the g-string with her she again disappeared into the bathroom, only emerging when she was wearing the dress. I pondered over this, but decided to say nothing.
Then she said to me, "I feel like a drink before we eat. Shall I go down to the bar and order one for you whilst you get ready and then join me?"
Her dress was actually fairly low plunging, and normally there would be the hint of a bra, but tonight there was no such on view. Again I said nothing, but as soon as she had left the room I went into the bathroom and sought out her discarded clothing.
I found the dress she had been wearing – a fairly sober one, but with no mud whatsoever on it. I also found her bra (so she had none on now, then) and her cotton briefs which she had been wearing most of the day. That's when I did get my surprise! They were positively wet! I sniffed them, and realised that they were not water-wet, but the aroma definitely denoted sex!
Was Tricia up to the same tricks as I was? I would not have thought it of her, but if she were – then I would be not only happy for her, but happier still for myself!