“Well, will I do?”
She came out onto the balcony to where I was enjoying a cold beer, my first of the night and just stood looking at me nervously.
In itself, the dress was nothing out of the ordinary, but she’d bought it knowing full well the justice only a woman like her could do to it.
It hung by two thin straps from her shoulders, the light blue silk of the bodice concealing yet emphasising her breasts. The cleverly concealed underwiring not only supporting them needlessly but lifting her orbs, causing the silk to tighten over the seductive little swellings of her nipples.
The skirt of the ankle-length dress clung seductively to where it touched, as she posed smiling at me. I thought I saw the tiny little bump of a suspender strap, then she moved and it was gone. Was she wearing stockings or were her legs bare beneath the dress?
She twirled round to display her naked back to me, just for an instance I glimpsed the outline of a thong, but I looked again and there was nothing to spoil the smoothness of the material flowing down around her legs.
“Incredible,” I held a hand out to her and she squeezed it gently. “Absolutely fucking incredible!”
“Just say the word, Danny,” she said softly, “And it’s all yours, don’t let there be any doubts between us. My mind is clear, you can believe me on that one, is yours?”
“Jenny?”
“Yes?”
“Touch the choker.”
She did and smiled at me, “I don’t need to touch it, Danny. I know exactly what it says on it and I know exactly what an engagement ring means. I promise you this much bruv, if there is a way, anyway, anyway at all, in any country between here and the moon that I can be your wife, I’ll find it. You can bet your life on that Danny, I’ll fucking well find it!”
“Say that again.”
“What?” she chuckled and sent a shiver down my spine.
“Just say fucking again.”
“Fucking.”
Somehow when she said it, it wasn’t an obscenity. It became a beautiful word, almost a lyric!
Touching her lips to my ear, she whispered, “What about ‘cunt’. Would you like to hear me say that too?”
“Oh yeah, it sounds really sexy coming from you.”
Her tongue caressed my ear sensuously.
“What about if I put the two together in a sentence and said something like…?”
She pretended to think about it for a moment.
“What about Molly’s cunt, or even your cock in Molly’s hot, wet, juicy little cunt?”
Her fingers slipped in between the buttons of my shirt and she scraped her nails lightly over my chest, “But the best one of all I can think of is, your tongue fucking Molly’s gorgeous little cunt”
“Enough, bloody hell!” I laughed, “Come on we’ll continue this conversation another time.”
I don’t think there was anyone in the bar of the opposite sex that we didn’t dance with and in Jenny’s case, of course, the sex of her partner didn’t matter.
As the bar got more and more crowded, we kept losing sight of each other for long periods of time, but neither of us was worried. The company was great, the atmosphere electric.
It wasn’t just the bar employees who danced on the bar that night. It seemed like every time I went to the bar, I was staring up between a different pair of legs at sexy little panties, or as on several occasions, looking directly into a wet pussy!
I suppose I don’t have anyone to blame but myself for what happened, but gradually I began to feel nauseous. Suddenly the girls didn’t seem quite so sexy, the booze not quite so tasty and the pounding beat of the jukebox was becoming irritating.
That certainly helped a bit but I still didn’t want any more booze, so I decided to go for a stroll along the beach to clear my head.
I walked along in the surf, not caring that my shoes would be ruined, or that the spray was soaking me through, I walked and I thought. I thought about what we were doing here, how we were getting involved with Dave and Molly when the reason we’d come out here was to be with each other.
Sure, I found Molly attractive. Fucking hell, she was gorgeous and there was no doubt that Jenny was really taken with Dave, (or his cock anyway!) but somehow I was uncomfortable with it all.
I walked all the way to the rocks where we’d made love a thousand years ago, where she’d giggled and clung to me as we rolled in the surf and whether it was the booze talking or not, I suddenly felt unaccountably sad.
I sat on the rocks and looked out to sea, then something caught my eye and she was there, about twenty feet away looking at me.
Even from that distance and in the moonlight, I could see the tears trickling down her face.
“Jenny.”
My voice broke with emotion as I leapt off the rocks and ran towards her. My own tears flowed as I grabbed her and crushed her to me in a bear hug, neither of us spoke, we couldn’t, but words weren’t necessary anyway, we kissed tenderly, I kissed the salty tears as she did mine, I stroked her hair, her face then I said softly.
“I don’t want to lose you, Jenny.”
“I know.”
“I just felt as if we were slipping away from each other.”
“Yes.”
Slowly, we began the long walk back to the hotel, arm in arm, soaked and bedraggled, but uncaring.
“There’s a place up in the hills where they made a couple of western movies.”
“Is there?” I vaguely remembered reading about it somewhere.
“We could drive up there tomorrow.”
“I’d like that.”
“So would I,” she said softly, “Just you and me.”
“Yes, that would be lovely.”
“We could find a quiet beach somewhere too and sunbathe naked.”
“And make love on the sand.”
“Yes.”
“Just you and me.”
“Of course.”
We were shivering by the time we arrived back at the hotel, I didn’t even recall passing Dave and Molly’s bar, we laughed at the strange looks we received and Jenny giggled.
“At least I’m wearing panties this time!”
The shower was hot and fragrantly scented and Jenny tested the strength in my legs by wrapping her arms around my neck, her legs around my waist and impaling herself wantonly on my erection as the water cascaded over us.
“Danny,” she breathed, “Tell me you’ll never stop fucking me.”
“I promise Jenny.”
Her mouth devoured me as we fucked slowly and tenderly, her cunt squeezed me, her breath was warm and sweet in my mouth.
“I did something tonight Danny, promise you won’t shout at me!”
“You know I won’t.”
“I told Dave and Molly we wouldn’t be seeing them again, I thought we were drifting apart Danny.”
I cupped her sexy little bottom as she rode me. I kissed her neck and shuddered with pleasure as I felt her teeth nibbling at my ear.
“You told who?”
“Dave and Molly.”
“Never heard of them!”
“I love you big bruv.”
“I love you, my sweet Jen.”
The End.
