The Morning After (2 page)

Sarah's belly was jittery and her face was hot. She hadn't seen him before. His shoulders were huge and his presence made her feel like a little girl. She slipped onto the chair he'd pulled out for her with no idea that her robe had parted and fallen either side of her legs. She watched him open her bottle of bubbly with thick, powerful fingers and manicured nails.

Alan didn't meet her glazed eyes. Instead he stepped around behind her and leant in over her shoulder to fill her glass and have a look down into her lap. One of the ends of her robe tie had settled between her legs but other than that he had a clear view of her little pink panties.

He thought of the delicate little slit beneath there and of how many of his colleagues were hoping to get some of it. The doorman, the gardener, at least two men from the restaurant and several of his own staff had mentioned her. All were older men though, and he wondered if any of them had a real chance.

Sarah could feel his groin pressed against her shoulder and she tried to look up but couldn't. He was explaining what the three dressings for her prawn sandwich were but his deep, mellow voice was somewhere in the distance where her senses had drifted to.

She saw the robe tie dangling between her legs and she absently gathered it aside. She then looked up and saw that he was staring at her crotch.

He smiled disarmingly and she blushed.

"Will that be all ma'am?" he asked, and she nodded. She couldn't have spoken to save her soul.

Alan took the stairs on the way back to his post. He was partially erect and needed the time to collect himself before facing the public. He walked slowly and stopped in the bathroom to wash his face. Then he called in at the restaurant bar for another iced tea.

Sarah peeled aside the crotch of her new pink panties and pressed the head of the dildo against the lips of her pussy. It sunk into her easily. She was hot and wet and she withdrew it and then slid half the length in as her fingers ground into her clit.

She'd ignored her lunch and after gulping the glass of bubbly she'd dropped her robe on the floor and laid back on the sofa with her new toy. It was one of the smaller ones she'd seen in the shop but it was thicker than she was used to and she felt that as she pressed the end with the palm of her hand and rocked against it. She had it fully embedded and she thought of the room service man as she worked it in and out and massaged her clit to the tiniest orgasm.

It had been nothing more than a mild tremor and she sighed and opened her eyes. The dildo was in her hand, wet and shiny and looking quite excited. She giggled to herself as she studied the veined surface and the funny round base that looked a bit like a man's balls. And then she dropped it into the bag and rolled onto her side with her hand wedged between her legs, feeling in one way sated but in another, more wound up than before.

She returned to her sandwich and had another glass of bubbly then she slipped her robe back on and strolled out onto the balcony. It was past mid-afternoon and the shadows from the buildings were claiming the sand but between them there were sunbathers strewn out on their towels and beech mats.

Sarah had decided upon arriving that she didn't want to sunbathe but she did want to try, just once, to go topless on the beach all alone. She could see a few other women were doing it and there was a little tingle in her belly that was building her courage again.

She finished her glass of bubbly and put the bottle in the fridge, then she changed her panties for bikini bottoms and grabbed a beach towel and sunglasses before she could change her mind.

She avoided the foyer and got off the elevator in the basement, hurrying past the gardeners office, which was closed anyway, and she emerged at the gate leading down to the sand.

To the left there were four women nearby - two of them were topless, and there were a few men. To the right there were sand dunes and she chose them for some cover.

She walked along past the shadow of her hotel and found a place between the dunes, which was secluded enough, and then she laid out her towel, and after taking a big nervous breath she pulled off her little tank top.

She at once felt how naked she was and immediately laid down on her front to cover herself. There was no one in sight but she was topless in public and the mere thought of it was enough.

She settled herself, moulding the sand to form a rest for her head, and she was soon enjoying the warm sunshine and beginning to dose off.

"Look, there's young Sarah!" she heard a familiar voice screech. It was Brenda Simms, a British woman Sarah and her fiancé had joined for dinner on their first night.

"Hello there!" she called excitedly, and Sarah lifted a little to smile back at her, but strolling along behind was her husband, Roland, and his twin brother, Leland, who had been at dinner with them.

Brenda was waving and chattering about how happy she was to see Sarah again. She was a woman in her fifties, tall and slender, with a one-piece swimsuit and a big flowery hat. She waved after her
husband to catch up and when he did she claimed a mat from the bag he was carrying and laid it out alongside Sarah.

"So how are you sweetie? Are you enjoying your stay? It's just glorious isn't it?" she rattled off in a single breath and to Sarah's surprise she tugged the shoulders of her swimsuit and stretched it down to her waist.

"Yes, it's wonderful," Sarah replied, turning a little out of courtesy but holding her arm across her breasts.

"Oh don't worry about them!" Brenda said and laughed. "Roland darling where's the lotion?"

Roland gave his wife the bottle of suntan lotion and she busied herself applying it to all parts of her body while she chatted away. Roland then left and went towards the water and Brenda handed the bottle back to Leland and she laid down on her front so he could do her back.

Sarah had relaxed a little. She had laid back down, keeping herself propped on her elbows enough that the older man could see her breast from beneath her arm but not the nipple.

Leland massaged lotion into Brenda's back and Sarah watched him try to feel beneath for her breasts.

Brenda turned and slapped his arm. "Stop that!" she scolded, laughing, and then she smiled over at Sarah.

"Oh sweetie you're going to burn in this sun. Leland, put some lotion on her back will you hun?" she commanded, and Sarah blushed but the older lady sounded like everyone's mother and when Leland touched her back she didn't protest.

His hand was soft and his fingers were long. Brenda had settled with her big hat over the back of her head and Sarah tried to relax again while Leland worked the lotion into her back. She had noticed at dinner that he was a quiet, polite man but she had also noticed the sharpness in his eyes. He was no fool. He seemed reserved and obliging but Sarah sensed the strength deeper within his being.

She held her breath as his fingers slid up beneath her arm and flicked across the side of her breast. It had been a slow, steady motion and again his fingers were smoothing the lotion, deeper beneath her that time, and they probed right up beneath her breast and then his hand cupped her and gently squeezed.

He was kneeling beside her and had one hand resting upon her back while he felt her with the other. Sarah looked back at him but he was just grinning and she felt her cheeks glow.

"Sweetie I was hoping you and your fiancé would like to come on a short cruise with us one night. It looks wonderful but it would be better as a group," Brenda said.

“Umm - I guess," Sarah uttered.

She had lifted a little more upon her elbows and Leland was fondling a nipple. Brenda's head was turned away and Sarah was watching anxiously for her to suddenly look around.

She lifted a little further though and the older man reached under and felt her breast fully. She looked back up at his face but he was concentrating on what he was doing. Brenda was still talking. She was excitedly describing the dinner cruise she had in mind.

"Do you like that?" Leland said, only mouthing the words, but Sarah understood and she nodded.

Her embarrassment had subsided but she was so frightened of the other woman turning and seeing what was happening.

She dared the situation for a little longer, turning slightly and moving her arm back out of the way so he could see her breasts as well. He stopped and squeezed the lotion into the palm of his hand then he rubbed it into her left breast, massaging her softly and playing with her hard little nipple. He then moved to her right breast but his hand was clammy so he again stopped and squirted lotion into it.

Sarah then leant back around a bit further so he had full access and he covered her tit with his hand and started feeling it. Brenda had seemingly settled. She had stopped chattering and Sarah though she may have even been dosing off.

She looked at Leland's face but he was staring at her chest and she followed his gaze to watch his hand feeling her. She blushed a little but she arched her chest and offered herself to him.

Leland checked around to be sure no one was watching. There was a man working in the hotel garden who had looked over a few times but there was no one else in sight and he knew Roland would be ages in the surf. He looked at Sarah's face, with her lowered eyes and her light little smile, and he watched it while he rolled her nipple with his fingers.

It had been twenty years since he'd felt a young woman's tits and his cock flexed at the thought of somehow arranging an opportunity to fuck her. He looked down at her little bikini pants and imagined how tight she would be. He wondered if she was wet right then and he decided he was going to find out. He might not be able to fuck her there on the beach but he was going to get his fingers up her.

He sat up and adjusted his erection to the side of the tight little swimmers he was wearing. Then he took the bottle of lotion and motioned to Sarah's legs.

She blushed a little again but she rolled over onto her belly and peered back at him while he rubbed the lotion into his hands.

Leland started with her ankles and worked the oily fluid in until his hands were dry. He then worked more into her hips and thighs, slowing his action as he brushed the edge of her little bikini pants. And he watched her face until her head rocked forward, then he slowly and carefully massaged the lotion into her inner-thighs.

His hands were dry again and he'd effectively covered her skin with the lotion so he traced his fingertips deeper between her thighs and purposely cut the tip of his thumb up through the little furrow in her bikini pants.

Sarah braced herself, rolling her hips a little and blushing into her folded arms. His fingers were there somewhere but she couldn't feel them anymore, and then there was gentle pressure against her clit.
Maybe just the tip of his fingers were pressing there, but they were moving in a slow, circular motion and sending warm tingles through her entire body.

Leland could feel her heat through the crotch of her bikini pants. He maintained his rhythm, holding her swollen clit between the tip of his middle and ring fingers and gently rolling it while her juices soaked into the fabric. He only played with her though. It wasn't the place for any more than that and he felt reluctance in her too.

"Maybe later?" he whispered into her hair, shifting forward and settling beside her. He'd kept his fingers pressed against her pussy though, and when she moaned a soft, positive response he did what he'd wanted to do. He peeled the edge of her bikini pants aside and slipped a finger up into her.

And Sarah accepted it. She was down from her little high but she allowed the older man to examine her. She watched around while he poked his fingers in and out a little bit and while he leant back to have a look.

She blushed and smiled to herself when he did that, but he was gentle and he soon smoothed her pants back into place and offered her the first drink from his bottle of water.

She thanked him and accepted the bottle, noticing that his middle finger was wet, and she could see the creamy texture of her juices on it.

"So, when is your fiancé back?" he asked her and she told him tomorrow night, feeling slightly hesitant within herself at the inference.

He smiled disarmingly though, and he shook Brenda's ankle. "Don't burn there, love," he said to her as she stirred.

She rolled over and started chattering again and Sarah relaxed back on her hands and mostly listened. A little while later Roland returned and Sarah again realized that she was topless.

Roland was kind of shy about it. He would occasionally glance over and Sarah would avoid meeting his eyes while he looked at her breasts. She liked him doing that though, and even after the shade from the hotel had claimed the sand dunes she remained sitting there without her top on.

Brenda had starting packing up though, and the three of them were soon on their way. Sarah had no idea of the time but she was getting hungry so she decided to head back to her room. She dared the main foyer that time and earned a few nice looks from the men there.

Once back in her room she showered the sand away and slipped on a t-shirt and shorts for her planned dinner excursion. She didn't want to go to the restaurant alone so instead she took a book she was reading to a café across the street and spent an hour there.

It was a beautiful, balmy evening. The air was thick with the sounds and smells of the ocean and the entire coast came alight as the sun set behind the mountains in the west.