Prolonging Close Encounters - Sex Stories

Prolonging Close Encounters

Beth sipped on her cocktail, or she twirled the glass by its slender stem and wondered just what she had gotten into during her holiday on the Amalfi coast.

The hotel, perched on a clifftop, was luxurious and the beach was as private as the hotel’s management was able to arrange for their guests. They had done so by placing posts in the coarse sand of the beach and threading ropes through them so that passers-by knew that it was reserved for residents only. Even the cushions on the sun loungers, and the parasols over the tables, were in a distinctive colour that set them apart from the many rows of others that were spread out along the beach.

Now, she sat at a table under the flapping canvas awnings that the club restaurant had erected over the crowded tables and that had been arranged around a dancefloor. Music thumped loudly from tall loudspeakers placed far enough away for her still to be able to talk.

“Come on, Beth, let’s dance, again, shall we?” Callum smiled. He was unconcerned by how it might look to others when he stroked her bare arm. Her camisole dress, in white and candy pink stripes, flattered her figure and showed off her deepening tan. Along with her straw-blonde hair, fashioned in a bob-cut, she became even more alluring than when they had last been together. “Josie and John are boogying away so why don’t we? It’s your last night here, after all.”

He wouldn’t deny that Beth had caught his eye again, dressed as she was. His hungering gaze was ...

... constantly drawn to her shapely, almost, hourglass figure. She was beguilingly different in her attitude and ways from those he'd gone with on swinger’s evenings that he and Josie attended back home. Beth danced so well, was rhythmic and light on her feet, her slender legs flattered by the short hem of her dress and the white pumps she had chosen to wear for what could become a long evening, perhaps night, in each other’s company.

“Yes, okay, let’s dance but it’s just too warm to go leaping about as the others are doing.”

Since that first time they had gotten together, something had changed in her and she had become resigned to the idea of John’s wishes to be adventurous, even when she was in his company. He had made clear that he was eager to pursue Josie once more. He wasn’t one to be promiscuous, and have many partners when the mood took him, but he did want his hunger for another woman to be fully satisfied and his lust to burn itself out.

It was the mantra of all swingers, enjoy another’s ways but don’t get emotionally involved. She allowed him his diversions and sometimes played along, but she wasn’t wired in the same way that her darling John was.

Now, as she danced with Callum and saw how involved John again was with Josie, she wondered how they would be when they were together alone, again, and had moved on to another resort. She was not intent on their holiday being remembered for the wayward activities of what others pursued at a swinger’s club, or evening at ...