Getting Married Set Me Free Pt, 14 - Sex Stories

Getting Married Set Me Free Pt, 14

... bungalow.”

“Can I have a bit of a nap first, then can you take one of those blue pills please Dylan?”

“For you lover, anything, but we might just miss tonight’s entertainment.”

“Who cares?”

We made it to the hotel about 10 minutes later and a handful of people in the lobby staring at the naked me as I walked in then out of the other side. One woman walking from the beach gave me a filthy look as we walked along the path to our bungalow where I lay on one of the loungers on the veranda with Dylan running around getting me water and putting the snorkel gear where we’d decided to keep it.

It didn’t take long for me to doze off, in full view of anyone walking along the path.

When I woke up Dylan had retrieved our towels from the beach and was about to order some room service. When he told me the last bit I said,

“Let’s leave the room service for a while, I have a huge itch that needs taking care of first.”

Our still salty bodies made love on the bed then in the shower before our stomach told us that they needed some proper food in them.

I was back laying on the lounger when a waiter arrived with our food and I got up to give the smiling waiter a tip whilst Dylan hid in the bathroom.

Dylan took one of the blue pills with his food and when we’d finished eating we went and lay on the bed relaxing and waiting for the pill to kick-in. Only I couldn’t wait and I sat up and started sucking Dylan’s cock until it rose to it’s magnificent glory.

We had a ...

... bit of a rest when we heard loud music coming from near the bar at the pool and I went, still totally naked, but it was dark outside by then, to see what the entertainment was. I stood at the side and watched as a MC announced that it was Karaoke night. I backed up and went back to the bungalow hoping that we weren’t going to get deafened as people murdered some good songs.

During another short break later on, Dylan ordered some more room service and I was riding him on the bed when it arrived. I could see the young waiter watching as I went up and down, impaled on Dylan’s cock, and when the food was all sorted the guy looked over to us.

“Sorry mate. I’m a little busy to get you a tip right now.”

“That’s okay madam, you’ve already been very generous with your tips.”

I wasn’t sure what he meant by that but I didn’t pursue the matter. The guy eventually left.

We had another break, although it wasn’t much of a break because I was sat on Dylan’s lap with his cock deep inside me, whilst we ate, then it was back to the bed where we went through every position that we could think of. At one point I asked,

“Dylan, sometime can we get a fucking machine that you can fix to the bottom of the bed in the Games Room so that you can tie me down, blindfold me and let the fucking machine fuck my brains out all day?”

“Aren’t I fucking you enough Esther?”

“You are being amazing Dylan, no girl could ask more from you, but there are days when you’re at work and my pussy ...