Spanish Hospitality - Sex Stories

Spanish Hospitality

... fetched the suitcases and they were shown to their room, a spacious bedroom with a large balcony overlooking the sea. "We're just next door," added Fliss. She left them to it and they unpacked, then Fiona stripped off her top and jeans and dressed just in bra and panties went into the en-suite bathroom.

"Wow, look at this Matt." Matt followed her in and gasped at the opulence, a huge bath tub, a walk-in shower and a toilet and bidet all gleaming with gold fittings. "Can't wait to get in that," she indicated the bath, "but I suppose I'd better make do with a shower for now." With that she unsnapped her bra and slid it off her shoulders, Matt admiring her breasts as ever. They were tear drop shaped and sagged only slightly, her nipples broad and a soft pink against her white skin.

He went to embrace her but she wriggled away and slipping down her panties walked into the shower, turning it on. Matt stood and watched her test the water, then she stood under the rain shower head, the water cascading down her body. She squeezed some shower gel onto a sponge and started to rub it over her body which proved too much for him. He quickly shucked off his clothes and joined her under the water. Fiona made as if to look at an imaginary watch, "Not bad, I had you down for resisting for another ten seconds!"

"No chance," Matt replied, "you know what you do to me."

Fiona looked down and saw his burgeoning erection, and grinning impishly started to wash it with the sponge, ...

... causing it to harden considerably. "Oops, now look what I've done!" Matt took the sponge out of her hand and began to wash her body with it, caressing her breasts and then putting his hand between her legs, sliding it up and down her pussy, pushing in with his fingers. He could see her biting her bottom lip and bent forward, taking a wet and soft nipple into his mouth, feeling it pucker on his tongue.

He felt a fist encircle his cock and grip it, the soft skin slipping easily up and down the rigid interior. Fiona reversed her grip and Matt could feel her palm rubbing across the crown, the soap lubricating the way. She dropped to a squatting position and her lips forming a big "O" shape, sucked him inside her mouth, taking him right back to her throat. She looked up at him and their eyes met. He could see one hand busy between her legs as the other hand stroked the base of his cock.

Grinning she released him from her mouth and stood, turning away from him, her arms braced against the wall. She spread her legs apart and Matt reached between them, feeling her soft folds. He slipped a finger between them and found her slick inside. Bending his knees, he lined up his cock with her entrance and pushed in. Gently he moved in and out until his full length was buried inside her, then grasping her hips he started to pump vigorously back and forth, seeing his cock sliding between her distended lips, her darker puckered hole almost winking at him. He knew he wasn't going to last long and ...