I had persuaded Jack to book us a last-minute trip to somewhere warm to catch some sun during the bleak British winter. We checked into the Kontokali resort in Corfu, a large, sprawling luxury complex with a pool, beach, gym and several restaurants.
Our room, on the top floor, as I always specify, overlooked the seafront and the beach. It was tucked away down a corridor and very private. I choose top floors in hotels as this gives us both the longest possible lift journey and the perfect chance for a quick fondle together. I make sure to pull up my summer dress and never miss the opportunity to show off my pussy as the doors open to our floor, half wondering if someone will be there to see. Knowing how I’ll behave in a lift always turns Jack on.
We spent the first two days lounging on the adults-only beach where guests were relaxed, many unafraid to show themselves almost in the nude. Being slightly more prudish than me, Jack kept his trunks on whilst I was happy to take my top off so my pert tits go some tan on them.
In the evening the bar was set up by the side of the pool and we wandered down to sip Gin and Tonics before strolling to one of the nearby tavernas.
By this particular evening, after our third day, I was completely in the swing of our holiday. relaxed, softly tanned and completely carefree. Before getting dressed I shaved my pussy of its pubic hairs. In the summer, it’s liberating to be naked down below, feeling slick and smooth. I chose the dress to wear that I knew would drive Jack wild with excitement. A simple flowery summer dress, free-flowing and just above the knee, tied at the waist by a plain skinny belt and worn with flat shoes.
The weather had been thundery, hot and humid. We walked the short distance to a local taverna. It was packed and we were lucky to get a table outside on the terrace, just by the quiet road.
We had finished our meal when the heavens opened with a roar of thunder. Rainwater poured into the restaurant, flooding the floors, running off the cotton canopy and splashing onto the street. soaking everyone nearby and dripping onto Jack and me. I pulled my dress up above my knees but it still became quickly soaked with rainwater.
It was at that point that the couple on a nearby table, just inside the taverna, waved us over.
‘Join us,’ the man shouted over.
‘It’s dry here.’
We moved to their table, I tried to smooth my wet dress over my body but this only had the effect of making it cling to me. I was aware that the couple were watching me, my curves very noticeable as the dress clung to my tits and ass. They could plainly see I was not wearing a bra or panties, the thin dress folding itself into my crotch, despite my efforts to straighten the damp material.
We settled next to our new friends, sitting at a table for four. I was next to the man and Jack next to his wife. It was immediately clear we would get on fabulously. We laughed together at the same things. Conversation was easy, amusing and relaxed. They were both about our age, early 50’s or so. The man, Carl, was an Architect, his wife Erica an optician and they lived on the north side of London.
They clearly were fitness freaks, working out each day, and keeping their bodies in top condition. I noticed Erica’s gypsy mini skirt, fastened across her slim hips with a leather cord and the simple but smart pale blue shirt, open to her cleavage and only just above the curve of her breasts. Short-cropped blond hair, elegant neck and a fine-boned face made her an attractive sight. Like me, she was quite obviously not wearing a bra and I could not help myself thinking was she wearing panties or not. I let my mind wander and thought she probably wasn’t.
Carl looked smart, dressed in linen trousers and an open-necked shirt with a pair of suede loafers. He was relaxed, confident, amusing and I caught a whiff of expensive aftershave as he leaned forward to pour us more wine.
The four of us had much in common, which rarely happens with chance encounters. Physically as well as temperamentally we were well matched and I felt relaxed in their company.
Jack was in full flow and deep conversation with Erica about something I was unsure of, although I could not help but notice he occasionally glanced downwards to her cleavage whenever he pretended to concentrate on a conversational point. Cheeky chap, I thought. I bet he’s enjoying himself.
So engrossed was he that he did not notice Carl’s hand under the table cloth resting on my bare knee as we spoke. I did not push it away but let him gently rub the outline of my kneecap as I felt my leg lean in towards his, opening up the gap in my thighs and letting in some cool evening air to my pussy.
My dress was gradually drying out, but still clung to my thighs so Carl began to push it upwards just a little, hardly noticeably. I did not resist, enjoying the sensation and the first glimmers of erotic arousal in my loins.
Carl called for four Ouzo shots much to our mock protestations. The taverna owner, sensing he had some decent spenders here, added another four shots on the house.
We toasted each other and sank the first lot down in one. Erica and I coughed at the impact of the alcohol on our throats.
‘Bit much down your throat, was it?’ Whispered Carl in my ear, growing in flirtatious confidence, his hand now venturing delicately along the top length of my leg and not that far from my shaven pussy, now within a finger’s distance. I had to control my breathing.
Across the table Jack and Erica were now laughing, leaning in to one another, his hand on her bare arm, the conversation obviously having taken a lighter turn. They were speaking of swimming and their fondness for water and waves. I listened in only half hearing. I wondered where her hands were as I could only see one of them resting on the tabletop. I guessed the other might be exploring Jack’s crotch but he gave no sign of anything untoward. Smart boy.
On my side of the table, under the checkered cloth, it was a different matter. I fought myself to stay composed, just showing an innocent smile, pretending to listen to my husband’s conversation. I had allowed Carl’s hand to venture higher up my thigh, the first finger now on the edge of my shaven cunt lips. Soon he would feel I was completely nude and bare down there and half my brain wondered what he’d make of that. I was enjoying every naughty moment.
He was conveniently controlled. Nobody watching would have any idea what was going on. The wine and the ouzo was driving away inhibitions and decorum. I parted my thighs, opening up my cunt slit wider, letting Carl’s forefinger push itself into me. I was so wet, so eager. He was so expert, so gentle. He moved his finger delicately, into and then along my warm, wet slit. He put in two fingers very slowly, I drew breath and managed not to reveal what was going on.
Opposite me Jack and Erica were more obvious. His hand now pretty much on her boob, her hand definitely on what must have been a bulging cock.
We all managed still to remain composed, in conversation about nothing, trying not to be distracted.
Around us they were clearing the tables, turning off the lights, It was time to go.
‘Let’s walk back all together. Our hotels are both nearby.’ Suggested Carl, withdrawing his soaking fingers from my cunt in a smooth move.
Unnoticed by the others, he licked my glistening pussy juice from his finger, then wiped them on the tablecloth.
We strolled down the narrow, darkened alleys on the short walk to the gates of our hotel.
The Kontokali complex has a main entrance and further down a lane are a set of large wooden gates that give onto the hotel beach with its sun lounge chairs and parasols as well as a row of luxury accommodation bungalows.
As we walked up to the gates we suggested Carl and Erica might like to take a peak at our hotel. I was not surprised that they did not hesitate.
The four of us strolled along the path from the gates, the beach on one side, the hotel grounds and main buildings on the other. We were giggly, a little drunk, the flirting very obviously naughty. We linked arms, let our hands wander, nuzzled each other. It felt promiscuous and fun.
As we stumbled in the semi darkness Carl’s hand came to rest firmly on my ass, pushing itself onto the thin fabric of my dress and into my buttocks. He fondled around the back of my pussy, casually, confident that he could not be seen. Confident I would not pull away.
Jack and Erica were arm in arm, giggling and being silly together. His arm went over her shoulders again, a hand dangling over her almost completely exposed boobs. I noticed she did not object, instead placing one of her hands on his neat ass.
We stopped at a set of beach loungers and sat facing each other as the waves flopped onto the sand by our feet.
‘Perfect spot,’ declared Jack. ‘Private and yet public,’ he added solemnly.
Above us, up the sloping gardens, the restaurant lights revealed diners at their tables and drinkers in the bar area. We could be seen by the inquisitive.
As I sat down I deliberately let my skirt ride to the top of my knees and noticed Erica’s gypsy mini skirt did likewise, exposing a fine pair of slender legs which she stretched out in front of her, kicking off her shoes into the sand.
Jack put his hand casually on her knee, as if he had known her forever.
‘You’ve got the same legs as my lovely Charlotte.’ He smiled.
‘Long and slender and bronzed.’
She smiled back encouragingly. ‘You like legs, then?’
I replied on Jack’s behalf.
‘Almost his favorite bit of me.’
I was not clear who was now flirting with who as Carl jumped in to join the conversation.
‘So there is another bit of you Jack likes then.’
‘I wonder what that might be.’ He grinned teasingly at Erica.
‘Could it be he also likes the same bit of you, darling?’
I could see this erotic banter was getting Jack modestly excited. The slight bulge to the front of his trousers was a giveaway and even in the half-light, Erica could not help but notice approvingly as she glanced downwards to his crotch.
She took Jack’s hand from her knee and placed it firmly on the inside of her bare thigh.
‘Up here somewhere perhaps,’ she said with a mocking tone.
It was Carl’s turn now as he placed his hand squarely under my dress to the same spot on the inside of my thigh.
‘I reckon this is the way to Jack’s favorite place.’
‘I think many would find it a favorite place,’ purred Erica naughtily.
‘Are we all on the right track, Jack?’
I watched Jack slide his hand higher up Erica’s thigh, casually pushing the fabric of her mini skirt to one side until it reached the very top of her legs, close to her pussy. Obligingly she opened her knees just enough. I could see from where I was sitting I had been right. Just like me, she did shave her pubes. Her cunt was a perfect picture. Slim, neat, tidy and welcoming. Poor Jack’s heart must be beating fast, I thought.
Carl was not far behind. He fixed me with an amused gaze and ran his warm hand upwards along my leg till the fingers once again reached the slit of my shaven cunt.
‘I reckon we are both finding the best bits, eh Jack.’
Jack’s cock had now grown larger and harder and looking down I noticed Carl had a similar bulge stretching his linen trousers. Their cocks were straining, waiting to be released.
Their fingers reached our open pussies at the same time and Erica and I let out a soft whimper of delight. Helpfully, we both opened our legs wider, the half-light clearly revealing the wandering fingers as Carl and Jack fondled our moist cunts. We watched ourselves being finger fucked, and looked over at each other.
I panted. ‘Your pussy is so like mine, Erica. Neat and shaven.’
Erica smiled looking down to my crotch.
‘Our pussies are perfect for our husbands to share. Let’s enjoy the attention they are getting.’
With a laugh we leaned into one another, our faces coming close, allowing our mouths to touch lightly, brushing our lips together, saliva starting to coat our tongues. To my surprise, I found myself kissing her, open-mouthed at first, coating our lips with shared saliva. Then more obviously a full and lingering wet tongue swap.
‘Are we naughty or what?’ Erica whispered.
‘Sharing our tongues together while our husbands play with our pretty little bare cunts.’
‘You are driving us all mad,’ I said, reprimanding her in mock shock.
‘Keep talking like that’.
‘Shared pussies,’ she replied.
‘Shared cunts, out in the open, with strangers. Husbands fingering, you and I kissing and fondling. What a perfect end to a perfect evening.’
Carl lay me down on the lounger, keeping my legs apart, my dress pulled over me, my slit wet with pussy juice. On the lounger next to me Jack did the same with Erica, pulling her mini skirt over her and spreading her long legs wide, her ankles touching both sides of the lounger.
In the faint light, I could see our two oozing pink cunts wide open, ready. I placed my hands under my ass to lift it slightly, pushing my pussy upwards. Pulling down their trousers, the two men swapped places in front of us. I noticed Jack had gone commando this evening. No pants. Very sexy, I always approved when he wore no pants, easier for an erection to grow, and quicker to get his cock out.
Carl was first into his wife. His hard swollen cock pushed quickly into her wet slit as she breathed out a loud sigh.
Jack followed suit, finding my open crack and pushing his long hard penis into me as I rocked on my ass to increase the friction.
Together the four of us fucked. In rhythm, almost in silence. Cocks in cunts, our juices flowing down our thighs. Grunts barely audible in the still night.
I turned my head to look over at Erica lying next to me as we both rocked with our husband’s thrusts. She turned her upper body slightly towards me so that her face once again came close to mine. Breathing heavily, her perfect nipples stiff with arousal, she wrapped an arm around my shoulders.
‘Fuck.’ She moaned, looking me in the eye.
‘This is so good.’
She stuck out her tongue, pushing it between my open lips. This time I was more prepared, more willing to comply and enjoy myself. She held one hand under my head so as to push it closer to hers.
She obviously liked the attention of women as much as she did men and I am not averse to a pretty, naughty woman myself although she was clearly the dominant partner now. I let myself go completely, enjoying equally the throbbing pumping in my moist cunt and the probing tongue in my wet mouth.
Our mouths swapped saliva, tongues in and out. She licked my ear, my neck, spread warm saliva over my exposed and aroused nipples as the men on top of us watched, grew more thrusting and groaned with raw sexuality.
They came within moments of one another, spurting their warm cum into our cunts, then onto our bellies and our thighs. Erica spread the cum onto our bellies, mixing up the white goo in her hands.
‘Cum paste.’ She laughed
‘Good for the complexion.’
With that, she spread her hands over my face, licked me dry, mixed in with her saliva, greedily and dirtily.
We lay exhausted. The men pulled back on their sand-covered trousers, pushing their still-sticky cocks into place as Erica and I pulled down our dresses and tried to compose ourselves.
‘You’re just a picture of loveliness, my dear,’ whispered Erica to me as she pulled her skirt back down and tied it up.
‘I love your slim body, your open mouth, your long legs, your little cunt.’
‘I could fuck you all to myself.’
Jack laughed and turned to Carl. ‘Well, that could be arranged of course, so long as we are both alongside.’
‘Anytime.’ Carl nodded enthusiastically.
‘And any place I reckon. Any favorite place, that is.’ He winked.
We embraced each other, tidied up our clothes and hair, and wiped down our legs and arms. Tried to look presentable for the walk through the hotel lobby. I’d have to negotiate the hall porter, the reception staff and the busy bar area without drawing attention to my disheveled self, my throbbing cunt still damp.
Carl and Erica left for London the following morning. We swapped email addresses.
Jack and I don’t usually follow up with people we meet on our travels. Each experience is its own. But we might make an exception. Time will tell. If we do we’ll be sure to write about it and share our story with you.