"It's too late," Mary said to her husband. "Far too late" she added as she undressed, not caring who saw her in the hotel bedroom opposite. Mary never did care about her breasts being displayed. She was proud of her breasts, all 38 inches of them. Firm tanned breasts.
Sam decided that it wasn't too late and that he was going to the bar anyway. "Well fuck off to the bar then" she said as she removed her blood red panties to reveal a shaven pussy. Not one part of her lithe body had any sign of tan lines. She preferred it that way. The salon's sun bed and her own back garden allowed her the complete tan. Sam "fucked off" to the hotel bar. Mary sighed as she showered and made herself ready for bed.
She lay upon the bed, freshly shaved and body oiled. Her body glistened, the sheen of the oil, scented.
Her finger began their familiar route over her body. Her nipples, already hard were the first subject of her self masturbation. She loved her nipples to be pinched, twisted and pulled. The more pain there, the more she enjoyed. Her long red nails, freshly painted, twisted her nipples until they stood proud. Her fingers moved down her body. Goose bumps formed as her nails scratched lightly. Down, over her stomach to her pussy. She parted her lips and rubbed her clitoris. She came, she always did. Two fingers slipped inside her wet pussy. Moaning, she fingered herself to another orgasm.
She was looking forward to their holiday. Two glorious weeks in Cyprus, a 5 star hotel booked, all inclusive and private beach, purely for hotel residents.
Her fingers continued their movements inside her pussy. She moaned as she brought them to her lips, enjoying her own sweet taste, licked them clean before inserting them again inside her. Three orgasms had satisfied her immediate lust. She knew that John would want his to be satisfied later. He always did, She always obliged. She was always eager for sex. Just like the martini advert 'any place, anywhere'.
It was well passed midnight when she heard the door open. "Darling, are you decent?" he shouted.
"Course I am not, I'm in bed you plonker," she said as she sat up.
"Well, get decent, we have guests" John called back.
"Fucking hell" she muttered as she got out of the bed and put on the short robe. "Okay" she said as she did the sash around her waist.
He came in, armed with two bottles of wine and following behind were another couple. "Met these two in the bar and they are on the same flight" he said introducing Tania and Brett. "Hi" Mary said to them as she adjusted the robe, trying to hide her nakedness. "See Brett, told you she is a stunner" John said as she poured 4 glasses of wine passing he one. "Has he been boring you two tonight?" Mary asked as she took a large sip of the chilled wine. "He always does that when he is pissed" she continued as she looked at Tania, noticing the long blonde hair falling on her shoulders, the sweet smile that said, "butter wouldn't melt". Brett was different, tall, thick set.
"Please, sit down" Mary said indicating to the bed. They sat. They talked. Mary noticed that Tania was braless under the white blouse. Not that it was too hard to miss, as her nipples were clearly visible under the tight top.
All four sat on the edge of the bed, Mary tried to keep her nakedness hidden but it was no easy. Any movement and her boobs were flashed. She noticed that Brett's hand was on Tania's thighs, gently stroking. She thought nothing of it really, just smiled at Tania. The smile was returned as she took another sip of the wine. Tania had hardly spoken a word, mind you, John was taking all the word space at the moment. He always did when he was pissed.
Mary didn't know why, but she had this feeling, the feeling that something was going to happen in the room tonight. Maybe it was the fact that Brett's hands were stroking Tania's thighs and that more of her legs were on show than before. Her nipples seemed harder too. Mary's certainly were. She was enjoying the sight of his hand on her thighs.
