This is the continuing story of Paul and Dana's carnal journey through married life. In this Chapter, Paul and Dana are vacationing at a clothing optional resort in Mexico where they meet a couple who have not yet experienced the pleasures of sharing. However, watching Dana and Paul is...arousing. I'll leave it at that, for now.
Watch out! The narrator changes now and again. I appreciate all constructive feedback - especially from women who are my target audience.
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Watching
Dana stopped talking to me...mid sentence! I turned my head to see what had caught her attention. He had just sat down at a table two over from us. He had a devilish look about him. The waiter was pulling a chair out for an attractive woman. They both looked exhausted.
He looked over. I nodded hello and he smiled in return. Dana quickly turned her head not wanting to show any interest. I knew that look though. She was taken.
"What's the matter?" I asked pretending not to know.
"Nothing". She knew I was teasing her.
I glanced back at their table. They were looking at their menus. Both were casually dressed -- a fit couple about our age in their late 50s. She looked very much like Dana. There was an elegance about her. She wore little make up. He was broad shouldered with blonde hair -- not particularly handsome. At least, I didn't think so.
"I haven't seen them before. They must've just arrived" I said matter of factly hoping Dana might bite.
Dana looked quickly over a second time. He caught her peeking. He smiled drolly and winked. Dana smiled back embarrassed and turned to me blushing pink. She fidgeted nervously in her chair. His wife looked in our direction to see what he found so amusing. She looked back at him and shook her head admonishingly. She said something to him -- just a few words - and returned her concentration to the menu. He chuckled and looked back over at Dana.
"Your type?" I asked. I knew the answer.
"Stop it!"
"You're attracted to him".
"No, I'm not".
"Yes, you are. You're blushing".
Our waiter arrived saving Dana from any more of my teasing, and me from Dana's wrath.
"Are you interested in dessert?" he asked.
After finishing our Crème Brulés, we stood up to leave. He put down his fork and leaned back in his chair.
He spoke in a joking way with a thick Dutch accent. "Leaving already? No after dinner drinks?"
He stood up and extended his hand just as Nora was about to pass their table. He was quite taller than me.
Dana stopped. "No, we're off to the Lobby Bar."
"My name's Lars."
Dana reached out and shook his hand. Their eyes locked for a longer time than seemed normal to me.
"I'm Dana". Dana dropped her eyes. She appeared flustered. She forgot to introduce me.
The woman started to rise from her chair.
"No need to get up. I'm Paul."
She remained seated but extended her hand to me.
Speaking to me, she said, "I guess the two of us should introduce ourselves." She looked quickly over at Lars, frowned dramatically and turned back to say. "I'm Nora." We shook hands.
Dana regained her composure. In less than a minute, she confirmed in speaking with them both that they'd just arrived from Schiphol. They were suffering from a long flight and jet lag. It was their first time at the resort. Dana told them about the evening's entertainment -- where and when it would start. Throughout the entire conversation, Lars' eyes remained fixed on Dana. Nora noticed and seemed amused.
"I think we'll call it an early evening. Maybe we'll see you tomorrow" Nora said.
The next day, we managed to get a palapa looking across the pool out over the ocean. We'd helped each other with sunscreen and just started reading when I saw Lars and Nora being led to lounge chairs directly across the pool from us. They put their beach bags down and began to undress.
She was curvaceous. Her long brunette hair cascaded over her shoulders. She reached behind her back to unclasp her bikini top. There was no awkwardness or shyness on her part. She bent over to place her top in her bag. I watched her full breasts dangling as she fumbled looking in her bag for something. They appeared a bit smaller than Dana's but were round and firm almost like melons.
In the meantime, Lars had removed his bathing suit and was putting on sunscreen. He had a basketball player type build - long legs and wide shoulders. His member was unusually long and thin. I noticed Dana was peeking up discretely from her Kobo through her sunglasses.
Lars saw me and waved. I waved back.
"There's Nora and Lars" I said as though I didn't know Dana had been looking.
"Oh" Dana said as if she hadn't noticed and didn't really care. She looked back down at her reader.
I wasn't going to let her get away with it.
"He's looking over at us" I said needling her.
Dana ignored me. I decided to leave it. I'd had enough fun.
After a while, Dana rested her hand on my thigh and started absent mindedly playing with me. I'd just reached a full erection when Dana put her Kobo down and started to get ready to go to yoga. Lars looked over as soon as Dana stood up. She put on her bikini top slowly while facing the pool. She shook her upper body to help her breasts settle into position. She turned and bent down for her bottoms. She seemed to take forever. Was she deliberately giving him a show?
I went to the fitness centre to do my workout while Dana was at yoga. We met back at the palapa and settled back into our reading. Dana began to fondle me again. However, for some reason, it was more intense than normal. I was quickly fully erect. She ran her index finger up my shaft and began using all her fingers and thumb like a claw machine in a penny arcade - grabbing my foreskin, pulling it up over my crown and then sliding it back down again. Every now and again, she'd pinch the skin on my shaft. I was oozing a large amount of pre-cum. She began smearing it over my tip with her thumb. She was driving me wild. If she kept this up, I was going to cum.
The woman in the palapa beside us had been laying on her back reading. She'd just noticed what was happening immediately to her right -- only four feet away. She shifted nonchalantly on to her side, facing us, and continued reading. Every so often, she'd raise her head slightly or lower her book to get a better view.
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I've seen them here, at the pool, the last few days but have never been this close to them. They're always touching one another while reading. I can still feel the way he caressed her yesterday -- sliding his hand up and down her thighs and circling lightly over her stomach. After a while, he put his book down and rolled on to his side facing her. I remember her face grimace when he began kneading her breasts -- the pained look on her face when he clamped her nipples between his thumb and finger. He leaned over and sucked them for goodness' sake. Oh my! Mine are stiffening thinking of the way he handled her.
Eventually, she lowered her reader. Her head rolled back. I couldn't see her eyes. She was wearing sunglasses. But the way her mouth opened, and the way her body stiffened, it was obvious she was enjoying his touch. And then, suddenly, her reader began to shake. I couldn't believe it. She was having an orgasm...right before my eyes! When it was over, she looked nervously about to see if anyone had noticed. She shifted her body back up into a reading position as though nothing had happened and whispered something to him, leaned over and gave him a kiss. He smiled and laid back down.
I met them at the Lobby Bar last night. They're a lovely couple. What was his name? Paul! He stepped aside and let me go ahead to order a drink. He placed his hand lightly on my shoulder. Ooof! His touch ran through me like an electric current! We spoke briefly. He was funny. He smelled so nice. I wanted him to touch me again.
I spoke to his wife while he was getting their drinks. Was her name Dianne? No! Dana! She's so pleasant to talk to. You just want to hug her. I couldn't believe they have grandchildren. They don't look that old! You'd never think she'd be the type to play in public. They remind me of our next-door neighbours, Judy and Al -- same age and looks. Oh my! Do you think Judy and Al play with each other, in private, like these two are doing here in public?
What a thick straight cock -- a bulbous head! She's squeezing it between her fingers, pinching and tugging his foreskin. I can imagine how it must feel - spongy and wet. She's wrapped her fingers around his shaft now and is holding him tight. What luscious red nail polish! I'll have to ask her the type. She's slapping his cock and running her finger up and down its length. Now, she's running her hands through his chest hair, pinching his nipples. Look at his cock! Poor thing! It's alive -- spasming - searching for her fingers. Oh...come on! Play with him some more! His pre-cum is running down his shaft! My goodness, she's smearing it over his crown. It must be driving him mad.
What do they call it? Edging! That's it! That's what she's doing. Does he ever get to cum? Look! His bum is rising up from the mattress. His eyes are closed. He's breathing heavily as though he's about to cum. She's a devil. She just takes him to the brink again and again and then walks it back. It must be torment for him. How does he manage to hold back for so long?
Oh my! Shivers just rolled down my spine again. Imagine...seeing a man just a few feet away from you with a full erection...dripping pre-cum...and no one I can tell when I get home.
Oh no! He's looking right at me!
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She was on the palapa beside us. I looked over at her. She was Rubenesque with a dark tan. Strands of dark brown wavy hair rested on her breast. Her hard nipples betrayed her excitement. They were dark thick stubs framed by oval shaped dark brown aureolae. Our eyes met. Her eyes widened. She bit the side of her lip and inhaled deeply then licked her lips. She smiled sheepishly then looked down again to her book.
I looked up at Dana. Without looking at me, she said quietly "Relax Paul!"
I put my book down. Dana gripped me at the base of my cock, squeezed and held. She started moving her hand up and down stopping each time she felt I was about to cum. It was absolute torment. Pre cum was flowing down the side of my shaft. It was acting like lubricant. Her fingers slithered over my skin. I was about to cum.
I looked across the pool and saw Lars tap Nora lightly on her shoulder and gesture with a nod of his head.
I closed my eyes to continue savouring the pleasure of Dana's touch excited by being watched.
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