Holiday With June - Saturday - Sex Stories

Holiday With June - Saturday

... as Melanie had done. I worked my way across and down her back in sweeping movements, keeping my hands tight to where they should be. When I got close to a side, she rolled up to mainly expose her breast, which I ignored.

Additionally, she wiggled her hips and ground her pelvis into the bed whenever I went for another dollop. This moved the tiny bit of the bikini bottom, covering her ass crack slightly; before I got there, it had fallen off. As I got close to her waist, Melanie reminded me that I needed to do her legs, so could I do those first? To 'make things easier for me', she told me to sit between her legs on the bed as she opened them as wide as they would go. Nothing was missing from my view.

Both her rosebud of an asshole and her slightly damp-looking pussy lips were fully visible. Only her clit was hidden for now. So I worked the lotion into her thighs, sliding my fingers close to, but not touching her pussy. I was pretty sure I was supposed to touch her, but without an actual invitation and her husband a short distance away, I wanted to be sure I didn't fuck up. I did rub her ass, though, and kneaded it quite nicely. Soon only her pussy was actually without lotion,

I suggested that Tony might want to finish the job or herself. It was loud enough for Tony to hear because he called out from the pool for me to 'make sure you get lotion in all the cracks and crevices. I don't want to miss out on sex because of sunburn'. So, I administered as much lotion as ...

... possible without slipping a finger in any hole. Melanie had a slight pout as she got up naked and slowly put on her bikini. At that point, it appeared the entertainment was over.

The other three got out, dried themselves off and applied lotion quickly. After a couple of hours, the sun appeared to lose its temperature, and the three girls announced they would be getting ready for dinner. As they disappeared into their bedrooms, I wasn't sure about my marks on the earlier test. I don't think I failed, but I wasn't sure if I passed either. After the girls had gone to get changed, Tony pulled a couple of beers from the fridge, and we chatted for a while.

Looking back, I saw that hour each day was one of the most enjoyable—no more sexual frustration from seeing three women in the tiniest bikinis possible. Tony explained a little more about the holiday itself. For the women here, the focus for each day was preparing themselves for dinner and dressing in the right outfit. Many women here have spent the last six months working out to tone their bodies to perfection; they have spent the same time finding dresses they can never wear back home to try to squeeze into.

I would expect a modest outfit tonight, but that will change as the week progresses. Nothing gets a trophy wife more annoyed than being thought of as frumpy. There are a couple of clothing shops close by that sell the sluttiest clothes when they realise that they need to pull out all the stops. I brought up the Alice ...