I took my daughter, Marie, for a holiday on the Gold Coast just after she left school and before she joined the work force. Or got into university, depending on her final grades. I was able to get a nice little unit in a high-rise motel, on the beach, facing the beach and, seeing we were quite high, a panoramic view. Very nice it was.
Naturally enough my daughter had different ideas to me as to what she was going to be doing on her holiday. I was OK with that. She was old enough and intelligent enough to be allowed to go her own way. She knew the limits that I would want observed and she would go along with them. (At least, to the extent where she wouldn't let me catch her going over them.)
On our first day there she met Rebecca. Rebecca was also on holiday, accompanied by her mother. From the moans over the next couple of days I gathered that Rebecca's mother was holding the reins a little too tightly for Rebecca's comfort. Still, she wasn't my child so it was none of my business.
Rebecca was eighteen, pushing nineteen. She was quite a lovely young thing, blonde, hazel eyes, and the beginnings of a nice tan on very smooth skin. She was quite fit with a very nice figure, a figure I was able to observe with some pleasure when she paraded around in a bikini. She was also flirtatious and just a little bit scatter-brained. Not dumb, but tending to do things without thinking them through.
A few days later I met Michelle, Rebecca's mother. For a description of the mother just add about twenty years, then deduct ten of them. She may have been in the high thirties but she certainly didn't look it. Michelle made sure that she met me, flirting mildly but also warning me off her sweetly innocent and virginal young daughter. I'd give Rebecca the sweetly innocent but virginal? Highly doubtful in my opinion but no way would I argue that fact with her mother.
Michelle apparently decided that Marie would be a good influence on Rebecca with the result that the two young ladies spent a lot of time together. Rebecca effectively ran tame in our unit. Presumably Marie did similar where their unit was concerned.
One fine afternoon both girls had just left my unit. They were tastefully attired in bikinis that were probably registered as lethal weapons and they were going down to the motel pool to get in some tanning and some flirting. They might even do some swimming while they were down there, but I wouldn't be taking any bets on it.
The girls had only been gone a short while when there was a knock on the door. Michelle was wanting to know if Rebecca was with me, giving me the evil eye while she asked. I assured her that the girls had gone swimming.
"No, they haven't," she contradicted me. "I just saw Marie downstairs and Rebecca wasn't with her."
"They really have," I told her, indicating she could come in. She came in, looking around suspiciously, trying to see if I had Rebecca hidden away. I strolled on through and onto the unit balcony with Michelle following on behind.
"You really needn't worry about me having evil designs on Rebecca," I said, smiling graciously. "While she's a lovely young woman the operative word in that statement is young. She's at that age where she might have the equipment to catch a man but she really wouldn't know what to do with him once she had him. Personally I'd rather a slightly more mature woman. They have more experience and are a lot better, ah, company."
I leaned over the balcony railing, looked down, and nodded.
"Yep. Just as I thought. If you look down you'll see Rebecca lounging on a beach-chair, surrounded by eager swains. On the beach-chair next to her you'll see Marie, also surrounded by her own coterie of swains. They're perfectly safe. They're out in the open and there's too much competition for anyone to really try something. Marie is the one in the black bikini. Like you, Rebecca has white."
At that stage Michelle was wearing a white bikini that was just as small as the ones the girls had been wearing. Since she was visiting someone Michelle was also wearing a colourful pair of flimsy gypsy-pants - ideal for beachwear as they had an elasticised waist making them easy to slip on and off.
Michelle looked over the railing and relaxed a little, seeing the two girls down below.
"I'm sorry for bothering you," she said, turning back to face me. "When I saw Marie down there without her I just got a little upset."
"Not a problem," I assured her. "Quite understandable. Like I told you, I have no evil intentions towards your daughter. Right now my evil thoughts are concentrating on your daughter's mother."
While she was deciphering that message I calmly reached over and undid the front clip on her bikini top. All bikini tops should have a front clip in my opinion. Same thing goes for bras in general. Much more handy where men are concerned.
Michelle's top fell away to either side exposing a very nice pair of breasts. She made a muffled sound and hastily tried to cover her breasts with her hands, opening her mouth to blast me at the same time. I got in first.
"Don't be silly," I said, catching her wrists and moving them away from her breasts, breasts that I was blatantly admiring. "You have lovely breasts and they deserve to be admired."
She was looking around and saying, "But, but," and I continued.
"No need to look around. There isn't anyone to see you. We might be outside but as high as we are anyone who bothers to look up here will only see distant figures. Even if they had eagle vision all they would see would be these white triangles and they'd assume that you had a bikini on." I traced the tan lines on her breasts to show the triangles I meant. "They certainly wouldn't be able to see these enticing pink bits," I added, rolling the enticing pink bits under my thumbs.
She stood there looking rather flustered, glancing down at her breasts where her nipples were responding nicely to my touching them, and then glared at me. It was a very weak glare, given more because she thought she should give it than because she meant it.
"Just what do you think you're doing?" she demanded. "Move your hands."
Obedient to a lady's wishes I moved my hands away, sliding them down to her waist. I also slipped them under the waist band of her gypsy-pants. Then I waited a moment.
"What are you doing?" she asked, sounding nervously suspicious. Or should that be suspiciously nervous?
"I am going to slide these down," I replied. "Remember to step out of them when they reach your ankles."
"Why?"
"Because you'll trip trying to walk if they're tangled around your ankles.
"I meant why are you taking them down, and you know it."
"Oh. Well I can't really ply my wicked intentions on your quivering body if you're dressed, now can I?"
"What?"
"Evil intentions, remember. As soon as you're naked I'm going to take unconscionable advantage of you. It will be, I'm sure, the highlight of my holiday."
Seeing she hadn't bother to grab hold of her pants I, quite reasonably in my opinion, assumed that she had no objection and pushed my hands down, taking her gypsy pants with me, not forgetting to include her bikini pants at the same time. She seemed just a tiny bit reluctant but she lifted her feet, allowing me to take the pants right off. I tossed them through the balcony doors.
Michelle turn to follow her pants into the room but I stopped her.
"No," I told her, catching hold of her arm.
She looked at me, slightly confused.
"Just turn around, slowly. I want to enjoy seeing you in the sun."
She blushed but did as she was told, slowly rotating.
"A very nice little bottom," I murmured, rubbing it lightly as she turned. "And you don't need this right now." I slipped the straps of her bikini top down her arms and flicked them into the room after the pants.
"All right," she said firmly. "You've had your look. Now I'm getting dressed and leaving."
"Not just yet," I demurred. "You're forgetting my wicked intentions."
"I haven't forgotten them. I have no intention of allowing you to drag me off to a bed."
"That's OK. I wasn't intending dragging you anywhere. Right here and right now is best in my book. Why don't you lean up against the railing?"
While suggesting this I had one hand on her back and the other was rubbing over her mons. It felt very smooth. I assume that she saved due to the tiny bikini, not wanting pubes showing around it.
Outside? She was scandalized. "Are you crazy? Do you seriously think I'm going to let you, ah, out here in the open? You're mad."
I just smiled and turned her to face the railing.
"No-one overlooking us," I reminded her, "and too high for anyone down below to see what's happening. Just relax."
I slid my hand between her legs and started massaging her mound. She was still making protesting noises but only because we were outside, not because of what I was doing. It didn't take long and she was rubbing her pussy against my hand just as eagerly as I was rubbing my hand against her. She gave a small scream when I slid a couple of finger into her and really pressed down on them, twisting about on them. She was, I decided, ready for the next step.
I dropped my own trousers and it only took moments to have my erection firmly pressing against her opening. Only pressing, not entering.
"I'll stop if you want me to," I offered and she turned and gave me an incredulous look. She didn't deign to comment on that stupid offer and I drove home with a bang. With a scream, rather, as she gave a satisfied one as I drove all the way in with that initial thrust.
My hands came up to cover her breasts and she made an approving grunt, rubbing her breasts against my hands. She also started humping her bottom, eagerly getting to work on my cock, not bothering to wait until I established a rhythm. Quite frankly I suspected that all I'd have to do would be to stand there and she'd have done all the work. Male pride forbade this, of course. I was the master and had to show it.
Accordingly I banged in hard and fast, thrusting full length with all my energy behind it, driving into her time after time. She was all ah, ah, ah, and yes, yes, yes, matching my thrusts by pushing hard to meet me.
Surprisingly sensitive, was Michelle. She climaxed quite early in the piece, giving a delighted scream, but only paused in her movement and cooperation to let her climax run its course, and then she was back to matching my thrusts, telling me to keep it up, harder please, oh, yes.
I quite surprised myself, keeping it up as long as I did. I think that small break when she climaxed gave me the few moments rest I required to recharge my batteries. Whatever the cause I was able to just keep on going, long after I thought I was done. I had no complaints.
When I was finally ready to go I threw caution to the winds and really got going. My cock turned into a powered steam-hammer, pounding away just as fast as I could. Michelle gave a couple of short surprised screams and then a louder, longer one as she climaxed again, her climax matching my own.
Michelle stood there leaning against the railing while I leaned on Michelle, cock still engaged. As far as I was concerned it was give me a few minutes and I'll be ready to try again.
Michelle suddenly gave a startled gasp.
"Oh, fuck," she snapped. "The girls aren't at the pool. I have to get out of here."
She was out from under me and inside getting dressed in no time flat. She was dressed and leaving while I was still trying to hitch up my trousers, although she did yell bye as she shot out the door. I didn't see the need for the great rush. It was almost five minutes before the girls turned up. Still, I'll admit she may have found it embarrassing to be caught with her panties down.
