Our Week Of Fun In Bali - Sex Stories

Our Week Of Fun In Bali

... adjustable top just about covering less than a quarter of my soft breasts and the tiny string triangle didn't leave much to the imagination either. Actually, it looked quite vulgar, especially when worn low to show a hint of my landing strip peeping provocatively over the top. But oh, it made me feel so fucking sexy! To avoid causing any offence, I borrowed one of Dave's shirts for the walk through the hotel gallery and grounds. On our arrival, Joseph immediately greeted us before escorting us to our pitch. It was the first time I had really taken notice of him, his mature but lithe body did not truly show his age and I felt quite nervous as I peeled Dave's shirt off in front of him as he swished the cushions before rushing off to his gazebo. Moments later, without warning, Joseph appeared, bringing us two coconut cocktails with his compliments. My heart thumped at this unexpected encounter so soon, but Joseph seemed to make no big deal about it other than to compliment me with an intuitive wink. Feeling quite sexy in my daring bikini, I just lay back, plugged in my iPod, and wondered how the day would progress. Sitting up to suck up the delicious cocktail, I saw the hawker approach carrying a selection of silky wraps. He wasted no time greeting us with his warm smile probably knowing that as well as spending some money it would be worthwhile voyeuristic opportunity. "Look lady. Feel these. Pure silk just for you, you can wear it any way you like, as a sarong or a wrap or ...

... fold it many different ways." All the time he was verbally repeating himself as he took in my daring attire. Picking a pale blue wrap, Dave urged me to try it as a sarong. Picking up on his undeniable enthusiasm for some sort of raunchy behaviour, I rose to the challenge, folded it twice in to a triangle and wore it around my waist. Tying the knot loosely just below my navel, I slipped my thumbs into the waist, sort of cowboy style proclaiming to Dave, "Sexy or what?" Drawing both their gazes my skimpy bikini G-string, I shuddered as I thought to myself, "Fuck that was hot. Now that I'm in gear, anything's possible." The sarong framing my barely covered pussy made me horny beyond belief. I sat back on the lounger, asking him if he had any rings, as I needed to buy some presents. Off he went like a shot and was back in less than a minute with the tray of watches and jewellery. Knowing Dave would be turned on by my provocative performance and feeling no shame, I moved my legs astride the lounger, giving him room to put the tray. I just couldn't believe what I had just done, and almost delirious with emotions, I drew deeply on my cocktail. As I perused the tray, I was afraid to glance between my legs to see how exposed I was. Our hawker was at last lost for words when I made my choice and, when I offered him half the asking price, did not even quibble. Dave was visually impressed and agreed to pay the guy, but wanting to prolong the experience, opportunistically took his time. My ...