My Virgin Highschool Sweetheart Ch. 01

 

 

 

 

 

 

Even though there were many attractions, fascinations, obsessions, encounters and adventures as a hormone raging teenager, my virgin Asian high school sweetheart was my first true love. I mentioned her in my other story 'Grandma Amazing at 70'. This story is about the quest...

She joined my high school in Grade 11 in the early seventies. We were both eighteen when we started that school year. She was an Asian immigrant that attracted my attention soon as I saw her. I unfortunately was not in her classes. In those days dating was a relatively cautious and slow process, particularly that she was new to everything here. She came from a conservative culture so there was no way I could advance quickly. She did not notice me since she stuck around kids in her classes and those from the same culture. Eventually I found out that she joined a school club so that was my opportunity.

I can go on describing my long and patient process of gaining her attention through the school club, slowly getting to know her and eventually taking her out for walks and other activities such as movies, snarks, ice cream, etc... But you are obviously more interested in the juicy part so I will fast forward.

Graduation Ball

By now we have been spending a lot of time together and some days spending hours on the phone. You know lovers do. From the multiple invitations to the graduation ball, I was so happy that she accepted mine to be my date. I rented a new car to take her to the ball in style. I couldn't take my eyes off her all night. Even though she wore little makeup and a rather conservative gown, her perfect hourglass figure was very well enhanced. Ï should mention that she was about 5ft 4, long black hair down to her waist, a fairly well developed breast (I found out eventually it was 32B), small waist and perfect round butt.

We had lots of fun with ballroom dances that we learned and practiced for this occasion. I held her tight against my body for all the slow dances, enjoying her body aroma and felt her soft tits rubbing against my chest, making me hard each song. Fortunately I wore a tight jock that kept my cock from poking out.

When finally it was time to take her home, I of course stopped in a secluded area and started kissing her. She responded since she had already accepted me as her boy friend. So our kisses were often long and passionate, with fluids exchanged. I slipped my tongue between her soft lips and rubbed against hers. After a while she slipped her tongue forward and I sucked her in. When her breath became heavy I put my hand on her left breast and used just my fingers to start a light massage. She pushed my hand away but I kept coming back for more and was successful a few times. They just felt so soft yet firm, so amazing.

I was rock hard all that time but I was sure she did not know. I caressed her thighs and tried to put my hand inside her gown but she kept pushing me off. I did not want to upset her so I had to settle for the kisses and gentle petting before she gave me a final good bye kiss on my lips.

After watching her gone inside her home I drove down the road but had to stop right away because my balls must be blue by then. I stroke my organ to an unbelievable explosion just to relief the tension accumulated from the entire evening.

SUMMER in the PARK

Summer holidays started. Luckily we both found a job with the same company so we saw each other pretty well every workday. Often after work we took long walks or the bus to a local park to chat. For more privacy, we would sit under a large tree in the shade and far away from the foot path or street but there were homes at a distance. So just imagine how private in broad daylight we would really be.

Of course we ended up with long passionate kisses. I always tried caressing her firm breasts and buns but sometimes she would refuse and appeared a little upset. Other times she would let me inside her shirt or pants and I touched her nipples a few times but she always stopped me at that point. I was often quite disappointed and puzzled but just assumed it was her conservative cultural background. (The truth will come out later on.)

One day we were back at our usual location in the park after work. We chatted and then somehow we ended up wondering into our relationship and sex. I was surprised that she seemed quite ignorant. She said she did not know anything about the subject. I guess sex education was not given where she was. So I took her hand and moved it on my pants, feeling my hard erection. She seemed a little puzzled. Seeing her expression, I mustered enough courage to ask her.

'Would you like to see me?' She nodded shyly so I looked around and saw nobody in sight. I stood up, unzipped and pulled my fully erect manhood out in front of her face, throbbing. She gasped, dropped her jaw, mouth opened, sat there wide eyed, obviously in shock. Her eyes glued to this unfamiliar animal.

'How come it's so big! I had seen my younger brother many times. He had this little thing when he was small. Yours is huge, sticks out and moves up and down on its own!'

I almost burst into laughter but of course could only give her a feeble smile. I tried my best to calmly explain. 'It is normally much smaller when I am not with you, but it would still be much bigger than your brother when he was little. It grows to this size whenever I think of you!'

She blushed and looked even more puzzled. So I asked her if she would like to feel my manhood. She nodded shyly so I took her hand. She was quite hesitant at first but did end up touching and then holding my fully erect staff in her soft hand. She was very intrigued, kept staring and examining closely. She checked out my sack and balls too but she appeared to be too shy to ask questions. I was rock hard but I did not dare to get her to rub or stroke him because I was already too excited and didn't want to scare or blast her with my semen. At least not yet, not today!

'Would you like to show me too?' I could not figure out what gave me the courage but was just so glad that I asked. She dropped her head blushing red, hesitated for likely a whole minute that felt like forever to me. I held my breath cursing myself for coming up with such a dumb idea, but then my hope lit up when she got up without a word. We checked around again and saw nobody. Her face turned red as she slowly pulled down her pants and then her white panties. The most striking pussy appeared before my eyes, far more attractive than those in the porno magazine that I saw. I almost came in my pants!

A silky shiny black triangular patch decorating her puffy pinkish labia, while just a little bit of her darker inner lips peeked out. Her mysterious entrance was completely hidden but appeared to be within reach. I thought of spreading those soft lips to explore but she backed up a little when I moved forward to get a closer look. She looked around, took one last peek at my member and started pulling her pants and panties up. I reluctantly struggled to put my rock away as well.

We kissed passionately after our parts were put away. I slipped my tongue inside her mouth and our tongues massaged each other. I moved one hand inside her t-shirt and reached for her tits. I slipped a finger inside her bra and lightly rubbed her nipple with my finger tips. She let out a small moan and I felt her nipple getting bigger and firm. I put my other hand between her thighs and started massaging. Her breathing got faster.

I fell on top of her while our mouths continued to exchange fluids. I pressed my hardness directly on top of her soft mound. She was breathing heavier now and wrapped her arms around my back. I slipped both hands inside her t-shirt and caressed her tits and those stiff nipples when I could reach inside her bra. I put my mouth and tongue over hers and her heavy breathing started mixing with moans. The rocking pressure on her mound seemed to work wonders.

Suddenly she closed her eyes, tensed up her entire body, held me real tight and moaned out loud. After what felt like eternity, she let out a big breath and sigh, then began to relax her body. Her face was red and her breath was heavy. She gave me a little push so I got off her. She organized her t-shirt and pants and looked shyly at me and my obvious erection but no words came out.

Wow! She must have had an orgasm! She confirmed months later that on that specific day I introduced her to that new and wonderful era that she knew nothing about prior...

 

Helpless by lovin ass

 

 

 

 

 

   

Helpless
by lovin ass

 

SMACK! I abruptly woke up from my slumber it was dark and smelly. SMACK! The only thing I know is that its morning one of the times I dreaded most and that usually started when my mistress would awaken and kick me in the face. You see, the reason why it’s dark and smelly here is because I live at my mistress’s feet at the foot of the bed under the covers. She would make no effort to wash her feet or any other part of her body to make me suffer and when she does want to be clean…er I am to give her a tongue bath. Lately she hasn’t ‘washed’ for 5 days. My mistress also has the foulest smelliest farts you could imagine, the stench could peel paper from walls and here I am smelling her confined farts and cheesy feet, which is my only source of oxygen.

GURGLE the disgusting sound brought me back to my senses, I felt the weight shift off the bed and the covers were pulled back. One would think that fresh air would be gods gift but the room itself was equally bad smelling and more stench invaded my nostrils. The room was a mess, it always was. Dirty underwear and socks lay about the place, some soiled and some discoloured, rotting food and mold growing on dirty dishes, the floor could not be seen, it had been swallowed up by the shit that now littered the place. I groggily opened my eyes a little wider, squinting up at the shadowy silhouette of my mistress, she had a lovely curvy body and boobs that one would die for, I just wanted to die…those curves led down to her most deadliest areas. Her ass was wide, full and bouncy, her legs were thick and toned and her feet were size 10 with high arches, slender toes and were slightly yellow from not being washed.

My mistress towered above me and returned my gaze with hungry eyes and a wide sadistic smile revealing teeth as if she was about to catch her helpless prey. She was wearing a tight t-shirt revealing her bra-less breasts and erect nipples with sweat stains here and there along with a tight pair of cotton panties that could barely hold her ass. Another gurgle sounded and she slowly turned her back towards me, presenting her round ass level with my face, there was a thin line of sweat leading from the top of her crack and disappearing into the depths of hell itself. I could have tried to run, be a man and stand up for myself but I knew the consequences would be severe and I simply did not have the will and energy to move let alone run. No I should just accept my place as her bitch. Again she was looking at me over shoulder with those hungry eyes, as if reading my thoughts she grinned from ear to ear, she knew escaping was inevitable and hooked her thumbs into her panties.

Slowly she started to peel back her panties, so agonizingly slow that she wanted to prolong this torture as long as possible. I could hear the peeling sound of her damp panties coming away from her ass, which was filling out and getting wider. She started to spread her legs because the deeper she went the more effort it required to dismantle her worn underwear. They fell to the floor, covered in brown stains easily merging with the rest of the crap on the ground; I looked up to see her sweat shined ass, I wanted to cry but no tears came. “Oh poor baby” she cooed and started to drag my helpless body off the bed until only my head remained, facing up. She slowly proceeded to rub and spread her ass cheeks revealing her dirty brown asshole taunting me and reminding me of my place…under her ass.

Her knees started bending as she lowered her ass ever so closer to my face until it filled my vision and the tip of my nose was touching her ass cheeks. Her ass hovered above me for a few painstaking minutes with her sweat running down her cheeks and onto my face. “Smell my scent! Smell the ass that will consume you!” I replied by taking deep long breaths through my nose, the smell of her unwashed rear was so strong it made my head spin it could have knocked out a horse. A third gurgle but much more resounding emitted from my mistress, we both knew it was time, not wasting a moment more she sat all the way down onto my face full weight. Her ass cheeks effortlessly spread across my face and around my head, which snaked its way to her asshole, she then proceeded to spread her cheeks and grind her ass onto my face, which took me deeper into the dark musty crevices of her backside. My nose was now mashed against her asshole with the tip penetrating it, my mistress let loose a series of moans. Her crack was very sticky and the inside cheeks stuck to my face sealing me in tight, she shifted her weight from one cheek to the other, my enveloped head in movement with her ass moved from side to side spreading her hole with my nose and sinking deeper until my nostrils were sunken completely. If it not for her bouncy ass and mattress taking some of the weight my head surely would have caved in.

Once mistress had settled she unleashed her deadly hounds upon my face, the first fart was long, bassy and seemed to go on forever. It was so powerful that it caused my face to shake from the vibrations and her ass cheeks to ripple around my head, once it died away my nasal passages were invaded with the smell of rot and death, something that nobody should ever witness. Mistress sighed greatly, the pain from holding that big one subsided but once the first one let loose there will be no control over the others. The next few were a series of SBD’s hot enough to melt ones face off and heating up the surrounding space between my face and her ass causing both to sweat. To add to this hellish experience she grinded on my face to make sure her stink ground into my pores and with in a matter of minutes her ass was making wet slapping noises against my face. She was clenching and unclenching her asshole trying to squeeze more of my oxygen out and managed to unleash a machine gun sounding fart each pop was like a punch in the face until it ended with ones that sounded like slaps spraying a little ass juice.

I could feel her tensing and hear her grunting now, trying to push more out onto my helpless face. She pushed down onto my chest so that all the air expelled from my lungs and as I breathed in pssssssssshhhhhhhhhbbrapbrapSPLATTTTT my nose was forcefully pushed out of her shit chute and was covered in a warm brown substance which splatted onto my face. She then mashed my face with her ass grinding her shit spray around my face whilst farting causing my cheeks to ripple and eyes shake in their sockets. After a few minutes I thought it was over but then rose off my face to her full height and brought her ass slamming down onto my face again each buttdrop cause the bed to shake and my body to momentarily rise. 1 second my face is free and the next I’m nose deeper in her ass, after the fourth butt drop my cheeks started to ache and for the fifth she done an extra jump before landing fullweight on my face, a loud slapped echoed around the room.

With no time to recover I was ordered to spoon out farts with my tongue and before I had penetrated a wet spluttering shart escaped her dirty hole an right onto my tongue, I had no choice but to swallow and tongue her. Squelchhh squelchhhh squelchhh, she was bouncing on my now rigid tongue getting herself off, my mouth was wrapped tightly against her rim in a sucking motion causing her gas to immediately pass from hole to hole and into my lungs and wet farts soon started turning into liquid shit being sprayed into my mouth and down my throat. Mistress finally had an orgasm, whilst screeching like a banshee let loose ear shattering shit filled farts spraying my mouth, face and the mattress around my head with shit and ass juice. After her quaking orgasms she ordered me to clean her. I tongued her shitty asshole clean then proceeded to suck the shit and grime collected of the last five days out of her wrinkled hole and tonguing her hole in circular motions giving her a good rimming too. It finally ended with taking long licks lapping the length of her crack cleaning out the salty sweat and grime. She got off my face and I could feel blood rushing back to my facial features, almost immediately I became aware or the foul smelling air around me and emitting off my face, I gagged several times and breathing was difficult, with each breath my lungs burned and shit gargled in my throat.

Laughing at my peril my mistress picked up her soiled panties from earlier and cleaned up my face a little before shoving them in my mouth and planting her dirty sweaty foot onto my face. It is only the beginning….

Erotic, Exotic Central America Trip

 

 

 

 

This is a work of fiction.

Any resemblance to actual locations or persons living or dead is purely coincidental.

All characters are 18 or older.

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This husband eagerly awaits her return so he can hear all about her sexploits. When she travels, he encourages her to be adventurous. He gets off knowing she might find an erotic encounter. His imagination runs wild and loves her stories, with all the details. She loves how he responds. A mutually satisfying kink.

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On a regular basis she would travel alone, leaving the husband and kids behind. And he was fine with that. She had more of an urge to travel that he. He was happy to give her time to do what she loved and get some time away from the routine and demand of work and family. The kids by this time weren't really a problem. They were in high school and fairly independent and self sufficient. He made sure they finished homework, folded clothes and were home by eight on school nights.

After two kids and virtually no exercise program, she was a very attractive woman in her mid-forties. A slim B cup, cute ass and fabulous legs were the mental picture he described for himself. On the odd times they managed to get out for a movie and dinner, he always kept one eye on her and another on the men around them. While not overtly sexy, any man with a pulse could not help but follow her movements through a room.

During a Bahamas vacation just after she turned forty, he couldn't help notice she had caught the eye of some college guys at the pool. With a white and red string bikini wrapped in a matching sarong, she had peaked their attention. He was jealous of their attention. Bordering on anger. "She's mine," he would think, "How crass to look at my wife that way."

But on that trip, during a snorkeling charter he evolved. Perhaps becoming more open, liberal in his thoughts. It wasn't that he was less possessive but strangely he came to see what they saw. Her fine figure in a tight one piece with a deep V in front highlighted her attributes. He saw the men on the charter try to be unobtrusive watching her climb the ladder back into the boat. For lack of a better explanation, he was flattered that his wife was still a head turner.

He began to realize that he actually felt pride in his wife; that she attracted such attention. It confirmed his own view of her. That she was sexy. Provocative in an understated way and very desirable. He was no longer insecure that her looks provoked attention.

Perhaps her age had given her a different kind of self confidence. Instead of lamenting turning forty, she claimed it. She added a new motion to how she walked. She knew eyes followed her as she walked. The eyes saw how she sat, crossed her legs and how many buttons on her blouse were undone. He took their appreciative looks now for just that: appreciation. Yes, and sometimes lust. He wondered if there would come a day when men, other men, would no longer notice her. It was a thought that was hard to imagine.

She had traveled to Mexico several times but never to Central America so when Guatemala popped up on her computer she jumped at it. Sometimes her travel bug just controlled her. The discussion about her going alone had been brief, as usual. "Of course. Go. Have a great time." He meant every word. Besides, most of Central America was not on his bucket list. He also reasoned that in a few years, when the house was empty, they would probably go together and she could show him the sights.

"Guatemala is a hot, jungle country," she thought, "and the tour will stay in a couple of beach hotels." These thoughts should help her pack, but they really didn't. Packing was a series of choices, second guessing, unpacking and repacking. Eventually the bag was down to a reasonable weight. Shoes were always a challenge. Weight verses options verses style. Underwear was another series of choices. Utilitarian? Sexy? Comfortable with a little sexy? Long ago she discovered wearing certain underwear, even if no one ever saw them, made her feel warm, wanted, and desirable during the day.

She really didn't need that at work. Even with the most professional attire, men, and some women, recognized that under the jacket and the man tailored shirt was a very attractive woman. Some days she found it an impossible conflict between being objectified and sexually stimulated.

For the trip she packed a few of each style figuring it would suit her mood. Besides, they are small and don't add any real weight. Swim suits were another thing. She settled on two. A sweet body hugging one piece black with high hip cut outs and a series of string laces in the front. The laces could loosen or tighten to show more or less cleavage.

The second was a blue and white bikini with string ties around the neck and on each side of the bottoms. The ties on the bottoms meant the side view of her was uninterrupted from her feet to her shoulders except for two thin strings. Very daring. Her husband loved that bikini. He loved to see her in it. Both of them loved the reactions it created among the men at the pool. They could not hide their looks. There was just no way they could pretend not to drink in every curve of her body as she walked along the edge of the pool. He loved watching their faces. The added attention turned him on. It turned her on. Sex later that night was more intense as he thought of other men craving her and she thought of being fucked raw by a stranger.

She thought it might be a bit over the top, but figured the floral pattern sarong and the terry beach robe would provide modesty enough. Packing complete she went back to the tour itinerary and documents that came with the tickets including a list of fellow travelers.

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Departure day came and he took off from work to get her to the airport. She wore something comfortable for traveling. Shoes that came off easily, casual slacks and maroon shell with an unstructured cream jacket over. As usual, he complemented her on her looks, wished her a fun trip, gave her a wink and kissed her at the curb luggage drop.

She returned the kiss with a bit of tongue, squeezed his ass and reminded him to send the dancing girls home by midnight. They both laughed and she was on her way.

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The flight was non-stop to Guatemala City and uneventful. The flight was packed. There were the usual crying babies, lots of tourists and several couples in various age ranges. One of the games she and her husband often played was making up stories about the people they were watching. Generally the stories were quick observations, 'He doesn't want to be on this trip.' 'She's wondering if she left clothes in the washer.' 'These two are married, but not to each other.' 'She's not wearing any underwear.' 'They've been married too long and he went bi because she'll only fuck him once a month.'

And that's how it would go. The made up observations quickly devolved into lurid back stores. Each taking turns building on the previous comment. Usually this story telling resulted in hot sex that night as each had their own fantasy running.

The first evening was the traditional welcome cocktail and introductions all around. It was a small group, only twenty. An even number but four single women, including herself, and two single men.

She was widely traveled, more than forty countries and counting. Some for business and some with tour groups. She sized up the group gauging experience levels. Which were tourist and which were travelers. She knew enough to look for tell tale signs. Like an ankle bracelet with an upside down pineapple. Skin color difference where a wedding band should be. There were several couples. Two couples in their late twenties or very early thirties appear to be the youngest travelers. Two of the women, probably in their mid-fifties, were traveling together and sharing a room. The other single female was highly finished and could be anywhere from fifty to sixty-eight she thought. Others appeared to be at least 60 or more.

The two single men were traveling alone. Both appeared in their late fifties she guessed. After the welcome drinks and briefing there was the welcome dinner. It was a long table, ten to a side. It seemed obvious to her that the women rooming together had decided to make a play for the two single men. The guys were probably ten to twelve years older than the women. Normally women traveling alone in that age bracket hunted for younger specimens. On this trip they had to settle for age and possibly experience. She became amused at the banter between the women and the men. She began to silently engage in the story telling she and her husband enjoyed. Her imagination soon degraded into a lurid story of sex, light bondage, the women swapping men and too much drinking.

The other single female was difficult to read. Lesbian accountant was the first thought. No, her travel clothes all bespoke a fashion statement. At least she wore sensible shoes for walking primitive streets. She considered her during the greeting social hour. Very attractive or well preserved, depending on how you look at it. She hovered with a knot of other travelers listening to the conversations but not engaging. "Shy? I sincerely doubt that," she thought.

The wine with dinner must have gone to her head early because she was startled out of her fantasy world when the man next to her asked a question a second time. He made casual traveler conversation with her. Where are you from? Have you traveled much? My name is Eric by the way. His wife was engaged in conversation with the couple across the table.

He seemed very interest in everything she said. He offered to pour more wine for her in a charming sort of way. She tilted her head and swept a strand of hair behind her ear. She sized him up. Probably late twenties. Basic haircut. Loose fitting short sleeve fishing shirt. Untucked. Helped to hide the spreading mid-drift that was beginning to show.

For a moment she felt lucky. Her husband belonged to a gym. He ate right and fought off middle age spread. Her husband was quite handsome. And as much as he enjoyed watching the reaction of men to his wife, she secretly enjoyed how women of a certain age would give her husband a second look as well. He did, after all, have a very nice ass.

After dinner there wasn't much to do except meet at the bar and socialize. The guide had warned them that although the resort hotel grounds were very safe and guarded; it wasn't a good idea to venture into the surrounding streets after dark. She went back to the room changed into shorts, sandals and a burgundy tee shirt and checked her email quickly. A couple work emails and one from hubby. She let him know she arrived safe and that the group, so far, felt congenial. Then she headed down to the bar.

As expected, the two single women had cornered the two single men and were already hitting it off. Eric, the man who sat next to her at dinner, was with his wife and another couple. He waved her over.

"Hey, have a seat," he gestured to the chair next to him. "This is my wife Jill and this is Rebecca and Robert."

He slid an empty stem glass over and filled it with white wine. She joined in the conversation with people who were all obviously seasoned travelers. In between she surveyed the others in the group and a few stray tourists.

Eric was a good listener and tried to keep her in the conversation by asking her questions that would keep her engaged. At one point he placed a hand on her knee to bring her attention back. She jumped.

"Oh, sorry," he said and withdrew his hand quickly. "You just seemed to be someplace else."

"Oh, yea, I guess travel has caught up to me. Plus a good meal and wine," she raised her glass as in a toast.

The conversation was wide ranging and almost stimulating, but she was still scanning the others in the group. Alcohol and travel fatigue was setting in and she returned to the game of making up imaginary back stories for each traveler and couple. She decided one couple, with expensive travel attire, hadn't had passionate sex in twenty years. Another couple in their forties she thought might be on a honeymoon. Possibly second marriages for both.

Then there were the two single men who appeared captivated by the two women traveling together. Business people she decided. One was in sales she concluded from his gift for gab and easy going socializing. The other was harder to figure. Each time her gaze returned to him she had a different take. A different back story. She found him to be magnetic.

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After two nights in the first hotel, the group traveled by bus down the coast to a beach side hotel with a few cultural stops along the way. Eric caught up with her at one of the stops and invited her to join him and his wife along with Rebecca and Robert for dinner. She agreed but on reflection thought it might be a little weird.

Dinner was in the hotel and part of the tour package. Attached to the hotel was a beach bar with a DJ and a dance floor. During dinner they all agreed to adjourn there for the evening.

Before dinner she changed from her touring clothes into a pleated skirt that packed well and didn't show wrinkles along with a scoop neck, form fitting deep blue shell. Over that she wore a light weight nylon blouse partially buttoned. Packing shoes is always a challenge for women travelers and she was no exception. In spite of traveling to dozens of countries, choice of shoes was an agonizing subject. She picked a neutral pair that had reasonable three inch heels suitable for dancing.

She checked herself in the wardrobe mirror, turned to see how the heels accentuated the tone of her legs. Her husband always admired her legs. He told her it was a tough choice between what he admired most; her legs or her breasts. She smiled at that and hiked the skirt up another inch or two. She bent over the desk and checked her email.

The usual clutter and a couple short notes from her husband. Something about house insurance rate going up. One asking of she was enjoying the tour. Last asking if she had met anyone "interesting" in quotes followed by a leering smiley face. She chuckled at that and clicked out a fast reply: 'Heading to dinner and dancing. No prospects but early in trip. Lv U,' with a leering emoji. Send.

Dinner was amazingly congenial, full of conversation and laughter. According to plan they adjourned to the club and found a round corner booth. Others from the tour slowly drifted in as well, including the two single women and, predictably, the only two single men. The fourth single woman had fallen in with two other couples at another table.

The music was a great mix of seventies dance tunes and more recent club sounds, known as House Music. Anyone over forty tended to dance to the seventies mix and anyone younger filled the floor to the newer music. She had a blast. She loved to dance. Always did. After several fast numbers, Eric pulled her in for a slow dance. He was a great slow dancer. He took a firm lead on their moves.

She thought to herself how nice his hands felt on her waist. He moved one slowly up her back. She wondered if he was looking for a bra strap. "You're not going to find one," she said to herself.

It was a pleasant time after dinner. She watched how much she drank and switched partners at every invitation. Eric and Robert danced with her with no visible jealousy from their wives. In fact when she returned to the table Eric's wife, Jill complemented her for keeping up with her husband.

Eric headed to the bar for another round of drinks while Rebecca and Robert continued dancing. "Eric loves to dance, and you gave him a run for his money," she said. "It was fun to see how much he was enjoying you."

"Thanks for the loan," she replied, leaning into Jill to be heard over the music.

"Oh sure," Jill said. "Don't look now but the better looking of the two single guys is headed this way."

Ignoring Jill's advice, she turned to see him approach. She couldn't help but notice him on day one. The magnetic one. And now, only three days into the trip, she couldn't avoid watching him. He wasn't tall, probably five ten, but he carried himself well. He was trim, probably works out she thought. She couldn't very well look away now. She was drawn to how he walked. She was drawn to his broad shoulders, how the shirt hugged his chest, the angular face and neat, close cropped jet black beard.

He nodded at Jill as he arrived at the booth. "We haven't formally been introduced. I'm Jacob," he said as he extended his hand to Jill first then to her. "I'm admiring your moves, would you like to dance?"

With a line like that, how could she refuse? In the moment when he shook Jill's hand, she studied his face. He must have had a $200 haircut. Just along the temples and above his ears was a scattering of gray. Even his beard, now that he was closer, had a bit of salt beginning to show. He wore a pale blue, very light weight, tailored sports coat with a pocket square no less. The well fitting white dress shirt was open to the second button. His smile was soft, warm and not forced. He was totally at ease with himself. She found that very sexy. Next, his eyes. Deep, dark pupils. When he looked at you, it was like a drill into your soul. "Best not to make eye contact too much with this guy," she thought.

"Of course, love to." She eagerly accepted another opportunity to enjoy the music.

Dancing with him was divine. A fast number dancing jitterbug style made the night. Eric was good, but this guy was off the charts good. He moved like a professional. They easily transitioned to a slow dance and she was captivated. He did everything just right. She didn't want the music to end.

"You need to sit?" Jacob asked as the DJ started slow number.

"Na huh," was about all she could say as she settled her head on his shoulder and wrapped her arm around his waist. She was thrilled to have a partner who could lead. Effortless gliding with a sensation of being an inch off the floor. She liked how his hands moved around her waist and up her back. Unlike Eric, it didn't feel like he was examining her. His touch was light but firm, if that's possible. The fabric of his shirt was different. Not really silk, not really cotton. She allowed herself the guilty pleasure of inhaling his smell.

As they turned, he asked the normal "getting to know you" questions. It never occurred to her to ask the same questions in return. He was distracting.

"Jacob, your shirt feels wonderful," she said.

"Really?" she thought. "Here's a very handsome and interesting man and that's all you can come up with?"

"It's Egyptian cotton. I had several made when I was in Egypt a few years back," he responded. "They're excellent for warm weather travel."

She had traveled to Egypt twice and that launched them into what could have been a protracted discussion when the music stopped.

The presence next to them was one of the single women. "Hi. I was about to ask if I could cut in," she said. "I'm Emily by the way," and extended a hand.

"Oh, I should probably get back to my crew over there anyway. Hey, Jacob, thanks for the dance. We'll catch up on Egypt later."

"Absolutely," Jacob called over his shoulder as Emily locked on to his bicep and moved him away.

"Wow, you two made quite a couple out there," Eric said when she returned to the table. He slid the fresh drinks across the table. Rebecca and Robert returned at the same time from the floor.

 

"We were watching you out there," remarked Robert. "Looked like you two had been partners for a long time."

Before she could respond, Eric piped up, "That was great. Jill and I love to watch sometimes."

She looked at Jill first, fumbled for her drink and felt herself blush. She didn't realize that she and Jacob had drawn any sort of attention.

Eric coughed, "You know? Watch other people? Dance?"

She took a sip of her drink. Eric took a gulp and Jill compounded the mystery by adding, "Among other things... you know?"

Robert turned to Rebecca, "Hey this is your favorite music, let's go." He took her hand and went back to the dance floor.

Jill leaned over to her for a moment, "I hope you didn't take that the wrong way. We're just a very playful couple. Sometimes we find others to play with. If they're willing, that is."

Jill sounded a little tipsy, but it was hard to tell over the music. She had been around. Wasn't born yesterday as they say. She knew people were into bondage, sadistic stuff, bi-sexual fun, swinging, three ways in all combinations, role play, mutual satisfaction, voyeurism and a host of other sexual diversions. She had tried several over the years. Some out of curiosity. Some where she got backed into a corner. The things she liked, she sometimes went looking for.

Fortunately she and her husband shared a certain adventurous side and their itch to keep their sex life lively and "interesting" was generally satisfied.

If she was being sounded out by Eric and Jill for a threesome, she wasn't interested. Not because a threesome bothered her. She had that experience several times. Just that with Jill and Eric, something was a little off.

She checked her watch and finished her drink and said to Jill, "It isn't that late, but I'm going to head up to my room. Promised the hubby I would email before too late. Time zone change and all."

"Sure, I understand," Jill smiled as she ran her index finger down the opening of her blouse revealing the edge of a red lace bra. "At least we know where to find you when the fun begins." The reference to 'fun' had a suggestive lilt to it.

As she slid out of the booth, her skirt slid up a bit more than she would have liked. She looked up to see if anyone saw and there was Jacob. Jacob, with one of the single women. "What was her name?" she thought. Jacob smiled a very appreciative smile and winked.

Now she really felt a blush coming on. She looked away, and bit her lip, slid out of the booth, tugged at her skirt, glanced at him, then flipped her hair back behind her ear. "Yup, you just flirted with him girl," she thought.

************

Back in the room she kicked off her heels, flopped on the bed and wished she had brought up a drink from the bar. She unbuttoned her light weight blouse and tied it just above her naval. She went to her suitcase but the flash of her profile in the mirror caught her attention. Tying the blouse over the shell didn't look right. The shell was damp from the humid air and the dancing. She pulled off the shirt and the shell, then slipped the blouse back on and tied it.

"I think the drinks were pretty strong," she thought as she examined herself in mirror.

She loosened the knot in the blouse reveling more cleavage. "Damn woman, into your forties, kids and you still don't need a bra. Sweet piece of ass you are."

The dancing, the touching, the tropical air and the drinks were working their magic. She slid one hand up from her waist and caressed her breast, feeling it though the fabric. Her nipples were instantly hard. "God it feels so good when he sucks on my nipples," she thought out loud about her husband. Her other hand slid inside the waist of the skirt and quickly found exactly the right spot to press on between her legs. She was riveted watching her reaction in the mirror. Mouth open, eyes half closed.

"No, not doing this right now," she thought and broke off her own little self stimulation session. "Later maybe at bed time after a shower." In the bottom of the suitcase were several single serving liquor bottles. She picked up the tequila and walked over to the laptop. Nothing from home. She tapped out a quick note.

'Back in room. Good drinks and good dancing. Lots of partners. I'm sure you'll make good use of these days. nudge nudge! Sleep well darling.' Send.

With bottles in hand she continued to the balcony. The breeze off the ocean was just right. It opened and closed the fabric on her lightly tied blouse, swirled around her bare legs and felt exquisitely sexy.

"Ok," she thought, "you are now officially horny. Dirty girl."

Taking the tequila straight really didn't make sense to her. "You don't do shots alone," she thought. Nope. The skirt wasn't right. Not with the tied blouse. She dropped the pleated skirt and pulled a golf skirt out of her bag. Short like a mini skirt with a wrap around flap. With that she put the heels back on, grabbed her key and headed to the door. The mirror caught her attention again. "Damn, bitch, you look real fine right there." The alcohol and her ego were talking. "Not the night to look like a slut though." She retied the blouse revealing a generous amount of skin at the midriff and pulled high enough to show only the smallest bit of cleavage.

As an afterthought she tugged the skirt a bit lower so the elastic clung just below her hip bones showing off her flat stomach. She made the quarter turn to examine herself and nodded approval. "Appealing but not a CFM look," she thought.

She paused at the door and returned to her laptop. She leaned over and liked the feel of her nipples against the light fabric as her blouse opened slightly. An email from home. Just a wish to have a "fun evening." She smiled at that. "His imagination is already working overtime."

It was a quick elevator ride to the first floor. She went out the back of the lobby and took the boardwalk behind the hotel arriving at the club from the beach side. The place was hopping. The DJ shifted to House Music that appealed to the younger guests. At the bar she found a stool at a corner and ordered some local fruity concoction that she hopped wouldn't have too much alcohol. "Time to moderate the drinking," she thought.

Waiting for the drink she visually cruised the bar. She couldn't help making up back stories for most of the people. She swiveled the stool slightly and crossed her legs allowing the skirt flap to open reveling a well defined thigh. Her peripheral vision and experience told her she was being admired by several men and a couple women as well.

She assumed that women look at other women different than the way men look at women. She imagined that some women admired another for their sense of style, or wishing they had her body, or her husband. While a few women find other women attractive in a sensual and erotic way. Wondering if the other was open to being with another girl, or curious to experiment or was a full on lesbian.

Her drink arrived and she realized the evening of drinks, in fact the whole atmosphere made her feel sexually charged. The horny feeling she had in the hotel room grew in the ambiance of the club. It felt good. Warm. She was away from demands of home and kids and job. "Why shouldn't I feel loose and slightly excited?"

Across the room she spotted Jill and Eric with Robert at a table. She turned away hoping not to be spotted. All she wanted tonight was to keep a pleasant buzz going, enjoy the music and the tropical atmosphere unencumbered by distractions. Well, maybe a little distraction.

With predictable timing a very nice looking gentleman sat at the stool to her left.

"What are you drinking?" he asked.

"Haven't a clue. Some specialty of the house. Very sweet though."

The stranger caught the eye of the bartender and ordered a vodka and bitter lemon.

She tried to ignore him, but her peripheral vision was working over time. He was wearing shorts and his crossed legs were tanned dark and muscular. She immediately wondered how they would feel with her legs wrapped around them while they fucked. "Geeze? Really? Right away that's where your mind goes?"

In an unconscious move, she crossed her leg again, this time to her left and towards him. The toe of her shoe just barely touched his calf. Her tied blouse opened just a bit more as she reached for her drink and his eyes were drawn to the opening. With his eyes elsewhere she took the moment to see their color. Hazel, she thought. Possibly grey green. His tee shirt was filled nicely with a well formed chest. "He's young. Can't be more than twenty-five?" she wondered to herself. She felt the familiar warm wetness in her groin.

"So, you with a tour group or on your own?"

"Oh, a tour group."

His drink arrived. "You're turn," she thought. "You want some of this, make a pitch. I'm willing," her thoughts continued.

"You want to dance?" he offered.

"Oh, no thanks. I don't know what to do with dance music that came out after 1995."

"Oh come on, that can't be true, it's all free form," and he took her hand practically dragging her off the bar stool.

Admittedly she enjoyed the free form dancing to the House Music remix. Or was it she enjoyed watching how this younger man moved to it. She could have an orgasm just watching this guy move.

Music shifted to a slower beat and most couples moved into a dance embrace. He took her in his arms and they swayed and moved together. His arousal became apparent as they moved.

"God he feels good," she thought. Her eyes closed and she felt the electricity of his hands and the pressure of his hips on hers.

The music ended and he steered her back to the bar, his hand firmly in her back.

"Well, our seats are still here," he said. "Crowded as it is, I expected them to be gone."

They continued with their drinks and what conversation they could hear over the music. She turned to watch the dancers and found Jacob at the far side of the club. He was at a table with several other tour guests including, obviously, both of the single women.

While she was turned away another figure joined them on the far side of her bar friend, whose name she did not yet get. The new arrival slipped his arm around her new friend, kissed him nicely on the cheek and greeting him.

"Oh, hi, darling," he greeted the newcomer, "this is Ricardo, and this, I'm sorry, we just met. I'm Jose and my new lady friend is...?"

She reached out her hand to Ricardo first and introduced herself.

The three of them huddled close and she was the center of attention for both men even if Ricardo had his arm around the waist of Jose. They talked and she laughed at something. Jose took the opportunity to place a hand on her thigh just at the skirt hem. It felt oddly sensual. The visual of these two desirable men and the close physical attention they paid to her felt like the beginning of a seduction.

It had been a very long time since she had been in a ménage à trios. She with two men who passionately and reverently focused all their sexual attention and satisfied her more ways then she previously thought possible. If either of these hunks were bi, that would make a really interesting evening.

Just then she felt a hand on her waist and felt an arm slip quickly around her. She turned to find Eric in her personal space. Damn, she was just getting warmed up to the idea of these two gorgeous, younger creatures servicing her too.

"Hey you. Glad you came back." He turned to Jose and Ricardo, "Can I steal the woman for a minute?"

"Hurry back," Ricardo called after her.

Instead of heading back to the table with Jill, he brought her to the outside terrace away from the music and the crowd. On the way she looked to the left and caught the eye of Jacob.

She grimmest at him and rolled her eyes. Then she looked right and saw Jill, smiling and holding a drink up in a toast to her.

Eric moved her right along past the outside seating and crowd to the boardwalk that connected the hotel, just into the shadows between the two buildings. There he turned and leaned against the hand rail.

"Look, Jill and I really like you and from what we talked about a couple days ago you seem to have an adventurous side to you, right?

Where was this going she wondered. "You mean adventurous, like hang gliding?'

"No, something more intimate," he placed his hand on her so the fingers were over her left shoulder and the palm rested lightly just above her left breast.

"You know what Jill and I are about on these trips? It's always fun and it adds so much to our love life for weeks after. We would really like you to join tonight. How 'bout it?"

Even as the sentence was forming in his mind, her thought process was way ahead of him.

"Wouldn't that be awkward with five? Three women?" With that she lightly placed her right hand over his on her shoulder.

"Oh no. Rebecca won't be joining. Robert is still up for it and we needed a back up, and that's you."

She gripped his hand a little tighter and giggled, "Oh, so I'm like second choice?" She smiled.

"Don't think of it like that. Geeze, you should be flattered we would want someone more mature to join our little play time. You'll love it!"

More mature? Flattered? You SOB, were her thoughts.

With that she wrapped her entire right hand around the fourth finger of the hand on her shoulder and pulled it back just as hard as she could. She could feel the pop of tendons. She pulled the finger back and drove the hand down toward the wood planks. His body followed. The shriek of pain was drowned by the dance music.

"Listen to me you son of a bitch," not letting go, "I'm never second best or runner up. Amateur like you couldn't handle me. Flattered? Not with a low life like you."

She bent down low to his face which was now pressed to the wood as she applied more pressure and stepped on the back of his bent knee with her three inch heel.

"For the rest of this trip you will not speak to me, look at me or come near me. Am I clear?"

"Arrrg um humtp."

Her voice rose. "Are we clear?"

He nodded and she dropped his limp hand and turned to the hotel.

"Damn it," she thought. "I just got a drink and the two young guys; crap. Whatever they might offer; I was more than willing to sample. Fuck it. I'm not going back there."

Furious didn't come close to how she felt in the moment. She caught the elevator back up to her floor. The door opened and she turned left. The walk down the hall did nothing to cool her off. She was shaking.

**************

Just after turning down her hall, she heard the other elevator ding. In a moment she felt a presence behind her. Someone in step with her.

"If that SOB is following me..." she thought.

About a dozen feet from her door, she stopped, wheeled around, brought her left arm up across her chest in a fist and raised the right. She drew the right hand back and shaped it like a claw. She saw that in a movie one time.

The figure following her was almost twenty feet away. Not exactly an imminent threat. Although in her heightened state, the footsteps sounded much closer.

"I'm impressed," Jacob said. "First you take down a guy with one hand and now you're Hidden Dragon."

Relaxing she replied sheepishly, "Oh, you saw that?"

"Well, the look you gave as he ushered you outside didn't sit well. So I thought I would keep an eye on things. But you didn't need me. Wow."

"Thanks for having my back in case things got too weird. Not that they weren't weird enough."

Jacob approach and she turned back toward her door and he fell in next to her.

"Well, this is me." She slid the key card out of the pocket of her golf skirt.

"Look, you still seem a bit shaken by whatever Eric was up to. How about a little walk on the beach. Last chance. Next couple stops are in the jungles and the mountains."

Jacob was handsome, trim. Almost an athletic build. His hair was close cut to his head and his beard also close cut. A bit heavier than a five o'clock shadow. He couldn't be more than five ten, but he looked taller by the way he walked. "Or I'm slouching again," she thought.

Walk on the beach with a tall, dark and handsome traveler?

"Yea, I'm still pissed. But now mostly because I just got a fresh drink and left it on the bar with Jose and what's his name. That conversation was just about to get interesting too."

"Oh, right. Let me go back and get a couple for the walk. I'll survey the wounded while I'm there," he teased.

"That would be great. You do that and I'll get a long sleeve shirt."

She closed the door, kicked off her heels and for a moment, put her hands behind her back and leaned on the door.

"What are you doing girlfriend?" she said aloud. "Nope, just a friendly walk on the beach with a gentleman. A very gallant gentleman. Who dresses very well. Stop it."

She quickly washed her face, touched up her makeup, took off the light blouse she had strategically tied so carefully and switched to a skin tight sleeveless shell and slipped on a long sleeve linen shirt and left it unbuttoned. The golf skirt worked with the shell and shirt but changed to sandals figuring they would come off for the beach walk.

The message box blinked on her cell phone. "I have international cell service?" she wondered. This is going to cost a fortune. I wish they would email.

'So? How's it going with Sweet Buns? Spill.' The text message read.

Wow, she thought, that was a loaded question. Sasha, her friend from California. She emailed her earlier with a run down on the tour people and a veiled reference to Jacob. She thought about what she could and could not say.

She tapped out a response: 'Need to pack tonight. Moving to next stop in AM. Heading to beach for last walk.'

Then she quickly went to the full length mirror, made a selfie and sent that.

She checked the time. It was 9 PM. Which meant it was 7 PM in San Francisco. Sasha's response came moments later.

'omg you look bootiful! I can't believe you're wearing that. So hot!! Who is he??!'

She didn't think it was that hot, but the photo clearly showed the shirt pulled back revealing curves and nipples through the tight sheer fabric of the shell. The golf skirt was shorter then she remembered. "I guess I should send that one home as well just to keep his engine running," she thought.

She made a quick response: 'not that kind of trip dear. don't get your hopes up. Use email pls. Cell service bad.' Send.

She loved to tease Sasha. Sasha had a vivid imagination, like her husband.

As an afterthought she added: 'He? What makes you think it's a HE?'

Sasha replied: 'R U perving me woman?'

She tapped a reply as there was a soft knock at the door.

'my friend is here. let your imagination run wild girlfriend.... '

His timing was perfect as he knocked a second time. Opening the door she found Jacob holding two hurricane style plastic glasses, one over the other in one hand and ready to knock again with the free hand. She couldn't help but admire the length of his fingers wrapped skillfully around the two drink glasses. "What else can you do with those long fingers," she wondered.

"Ready?" he smiled. "Not sure what happened, but I passed the Eric party gang heading toward the elevator." He handed her a tall Margarita and she thanked him in a mock toast.

They took the stairs at the end of the hall one flight down. The exit door opened to the inner court yard. The hotel had three sides enclosing a pool and tropical plantings with a gravel path winding around. The lights from the hotel plus the indirect lighting in the foliage were perfect. The palms moved and rustled as the wind came up off shore. The open side faced the beach and the ocean.

She took a long draw on the Margarita and made a sigh.

"Sounds like a sigh of relief," Jacob offered.

"I just didn't need that kind of drama on this trip. When a woman travels solo though, you can't fully relax. There is always a guard up. Radar for people who, you know? Want to take advantage. Or make assumptions."

"Speaking of, you thought the two guys at the bar might be 'interesting'?"

"Hmmm. What did you see?" She was being cagey.

"Let's see, you danced with a very handsome young man. Very Latino looking. He put his hand on your forearm when you retuned to the bar and you didn't pull away. You were joined by another equally good looking guy who slipped his arm around the first and they kissed."

"Jose."

"OK, Jose, suspect number one."

"Go on. I love your powers of observation."

On the edge of the hotel lighting at the beach was a shadow of a figure. He turned toward them and walked very casually. It became apparent that slung over his shoulder was an automatic weapon.

"Jacob?" She unconsciously grabbed his arm.

"Hotel security. Probably another at the other end of the hotel beach." She failed to let go of his arm.

They walked in silence and curiosity overcame Jacob. "If it's not too personal, what was that all about back there? Sorry. If you don't mind me asking."

They both took a swig of the drinks.

"Oh, I thought you would have known. I'm sorry. I was just reading into the two single women who took a liking to you and the other guy."

"The other guy is Bert and I haven't seen him this evening. But one of the women, Emily I think, was with Eric, Jill and Robert heading upstairs."

"Good, he got his foursome. And it wasn't for Bridge."

"Oh?"

She related to Jacob that Eric and Jill decided a few years back to spice up their marriage and sex life by finding other couples willing to swap partners. Except they only engaged in this on overseas trips. They were both in their late twenties with no kids, good incomes and high sexes drives. Two or three times a year they would take a tour like this and fish for another couple to have fun with.

"And this works?" Jacob asked.

"According to Jill they have scored on nearly every trip. Although sometimes not until the last night or two. They never see the people again and they never think of swinging where they live. And, according to Jill, for weeks after they get back, the sex is amazing."

"How did you fit in? And you're not shocked by this 'lifestyle'?"

"Oh, Rebecca, that's Robert's wife, wasn't interest in the fun and games but Robert was. Eric told me I was the backup plan."

"Ouch." Jacob winced in pain for her ego.

"Right? He said a 'mature' woman like me should be flattered."

"It's a wonder he's not in the hospital." She appreciated his smile as he said that.

She slipped her arm around his waist and no idea why she did that.

"And no, I'm not shocked by the life style. Being a 'mature' woman, I've been around. I know what gets people's kink on. Fetishes, fantasies, role play, bondage, threesomes, swapping," she trailed off. "Too much information?"

Despite the tropical breeze and night air, the humidity was taking its toll. She could feel a line of perspiration run down the small of her back. Her cleavage was wet as well. She felt the thin undershirt cling to her nipples and was glad the long sleeve shirt covered the display,

"We've walked quite a bit. There's the other security guy. The hotel doesn't like guests getting too far from the private beach. Want to turn around?"

"So what about you?" She steadied herself on his forearm as her footing shifted in the sand. His arm was rock hard. Muscular but not overly defined. It felt warm.

"Writing. Like Fifty Shades of Gray. I'm working on a whole new approach," he said totally dead pan.

"Really?" She said playing along. "And you take expensive tours alone for research?"

"Oh, yes. Research is the fun part. Hosting orgies, visiting bath houses in Italy, bi-sexual three ways in Sweden. Like that."

She let that sink in. "Then you should go find Jose and what's his name, Rich something. There was a sexual tension there you could pick up with a fork and swallow whole. I think a gay, bi, three way was in the cards.

"You know, I was only kidding about the writing part. I mean I'm writing, but its more a travel log. Kinda boring."

They walked a few more yards in silence. She took a draw on her drink and sheepishly said, "Oh."

"You really don't shock easy, do you?"

"If you only knew," she thought. This was her third big trip outside the States without her husband. The encounter in the first trip wasn't planed. It just happened. Easy, casual without entanglements. Recreational sex. And it felt great. There was never an intention of exploring new territory, as it were. What made it easier was the fixation; the fetish her husband had about her with other men ( or women ), preferably strangers.

She learned over the years, there didn't actually have to be a tryst. Just the hint of one. Scraps of a story, old lovers, even made up stories would excite him. It became part of their love life. He eagerly devoured tales from her solo trips. And yes; it did add a certain spice, even kink to their decades old sex life. It made him see her as more erotic because she attracted the attention of other men.

A diversion in a tour group like this filled the bill. Strangers she would never see again. But it was never intentional. She didn't think about the prospects on this trip in spite of her husband's double entendre emails. Even his blatant encouragement to hone her flirting skills. The man was impossible sometimes. Although, this time she did pack a couple blouses that had the potential to be very provocative. And several matching bra and panties sets. She hated wearing bras and, according to her husband, really didn't need one with her perfect sized breasts. If nothing else, when she wore them, she felt sexy.

"So what's your deal traveling alone? You have a knack for keeping single women travelers company? Making them feel, special?"

"I do OK. That sounds horrible. It's not something I went looking for. But like our three, or four including you, solo women on this trip, women like to hang out with me. Sometimes it develops into something."

"You have a woman in your life wherever home is?"

"Arizona. I guess I'm a perpetual bachelor. I have dates. I have a couple women friends. We see each other every so often. Dinner, dancing, theater and slow passionate sex. They know not to expect more and I don't want more. It's casual."

There was something about how that last sentence came out that was immersed in sensual imagery. The tone of his voice, the easy flow of words. This was a very sexy man she thought.

They returned to the door at the end of the hall. They walked side by side up the one flight and walked to her door. She got out her card key and they stopped and looked at each other.

"You were very gallant this evening. Thank you for the walk. I needed that."

"Oh it was my pleasure. Bags out at six. Bus leaves at seven." His speech slowed down.

She bit her lower lip and caught herself leaning into him ever so imperceptibly. Her shirt was soaked with sweat. She could feel her nipples hard and taught against the fabric. She could also feel her panties were wet from sweat and her juices.

Jacob sensed her desire when she put her hand on his waist.

"It's really late. I'll see you at breakfast." He broke away and headed for the stairs.

She swiped her card, took a step in, but paused in the doorway. Then she leaned back into the hall and called after him.

"Jacob?"

He was at the stairwell but paused and turned back to her.

"Where you thinking of kissing me just now?" She asked in a very coy voice.

"I thought about it, yes."

"And why didn't you?"

"Timing." Jacob turned up the stairs and was gone.

**************

The three cultural stops and the stop for lunch didn't make the bus ride any easier. It was a small group and the bus was tiny. Which made it difficult to avoid certain people. The roads were primitive and became more winding after lunch as they climbed into the rain forest. Jacob was cordial to the remaining single female traveler as Emily seems to have become her substitute for Eric and Jill and Robert. "How's it feel to be third choice?" she thought, "Geez, a little caddy are we?"

Rebecca ended up sitting with female number four on the bus and that became a diverting story line as she watched the passing scenery. "How did that work out with Robert joining the swingers and Rebecca on her own?" she pondered. "Would she end up with the other lone male traveler? Or with her seat mate today? Or is she good on her on?"

Eric, to his credit, stayed clear of her and never even made eye contact. Jacob found reason to sit next to her on the bus after lunch.

Dinner was in the hotel. The tour was now well off the regular tourist routes and the hotel was basic to say the least. The food was fabulous, the beer and wine was included with no limit on refills. The predictable result was that the conversations become more animated and louder.

The dance floor next to the bar was small with music provided by whatever CD was playing in the sound system. It just became natural for the group to stay, hang around, dance, visit and drink until bed time.

Jacob found a reason to cross paths with her when she returned from the restroom.

"I would really like to swap stories about Egypt with you. There's a cantina about two blocks that way on the left. I saw it on the way in," he suggested. "If you don't want to be noticed, meet me there about nine?"

"Oh my God, the man is an Adonis," she thought. "If I wanted to I couldn't say no."

All she managed to do was smile at him and as she walked away she lightly ran her finger tips across the fine fabric on his chest. Then she wondered why.

She finished her drink, placed it on the bar, and excused herself to her room. It was 8:15 and she hadn't made up her mind if she was going to venture down the street in the dark in a strange Guatemalan mountain village. People get kidnapped here. Held for ransom and worse.

In her room she pondered what to wear. Bottom to top. Sandals. That was an easy choice. Shorts? No, it's a cultural thing that is frowned upon in rural areas. She decided to have a little class and picked a well fitting pair of black hiking pants. She found a sheer, form fitting, peach colored French cut undershirt with tiny spaghetti straps that showed a lot of her shoulders and just the right amount of cleavage. Finally an off-white over shirt with a light pastel pattern of tropical flowers.

For the walk down the street, she buttoned all but the bottom button and the top two. Later she would have options on when to unbutton the others.

She opened the computer and glanced at her in box. Work emails. Ignore them. Several from hubby. Need to respond to them. Couple from the kids. Probably need money. And Sasha. Sasha had gotten the message that cell service was non-existent in the jungle and she switched to email. Her emails read like text messages.

'you ghosted me or you been kidnapped?'

'what up girl? Spill. Did a guy get lucky with you?'

'Don't leave me hanging girl friend. U know I live my sex life thru you.'

Sasha had been married and divorced three times. Or was it four? Now she was happily single but having trouble creating a balance between getting laid regular and pushing away guys who wanted to marry her.

The summary of three emails from her husband was; he got a reduction on the car insurance rate, kids are doing well in school her car needs new tires and after three days he started masturbating imagining "how well" her trip was going. "Well, at least he knows how to keep himself entertained," she mused.

'all well here. Heading out for drinks at a cantina with an interesting gentleman. Very worldly older guy. Keep up the good work, but it's just drinks.... far as I know.' Send.

"Tease him with the last line. That will hold him for a day or two," she thought with a smile.

Except for the leering of several young men on the patio of a bar, the walk was uneventful. She admitted the leering was not uncomfortable. "Not bad," she thought. "Here I am in my mid-forties and young men watch me walk by and have impure thoughts."

There was a time in her life, long ago, when she would have eagerly encouraged more than just lustful looks. She remembered those nights with mixed fondness and embarrassment. Unbridled lust. Hands all over her. Her hands all over some well defined soccer player. Sex with multiple explosive orgasms. Three different men in three days. True there was a lot of alcohol involved but she was young and thrilled by the attention. She was encouraged by the power she felt over the men so eager to have her. Sometimes she could tease and edge them so well before her own desires could no longer be controlled.

**************

The street was poorly lit and the cantina wasn't much better. He was easy to find. The place had few patrons. He was seated at a small table by the window facing the street wearing a white Guayabera. The traditional men's embroidered shirt popular in Cuba and the Caribbean.

He rose to greet her and motioned to the chair across from him.

"You made it," he said with a certain relief. "I wasn't sure."

"I don't know," she pouted, "making an innocent girl walk the dark streets of, where are we? The dark streets, past leering young men and arriving at a bar unaccompanied."

He laughed at her and she laughed back at him. It felt good. She looked at the drink in front of him with a slice of pineapple as a garnish.

"What's that? Is it any good?"

"I have no idea. Here try it. The name in Spanish has something to do with a freight train I think."

"OK, I'm game. Set me up."

Jacob moved to the bar to get her drink. She took the opportunity to strategically open two more buttons on her over shirt. Her nipples cooperated.

"Why are you doing that," she asked herself. Her other encounters on her solo trips had been unplanned, unscripted, spontaneous. Here she was clearly plotting. "No I'm not," she countered in her head. "This is just harmless fun. I'm having fun and I think he enjoys it too. At the very least I'll put myself to sleep tonight with a warm masturbation session inspired by whatever this is."

Jacob retuned and started right in. "So Egypt. Tourist or business?"

Two hours, samples of local bar food and several drinks later they had shared stories about a dozen countries in common. Then gave each other tips on countries one had been to but not the other. The cantina was open air and the night air became sultry. In a short time she had opened the last button on the shirt and finally gave up and hung it over her chair. The humidity again worked its charm making her breasts damp. Just damp enough that the silky, tight undershirt clung to her perfect B cup breasts and allowed her nipples to be featured prominently.

Much to his credit, she only noticed him enjoying the view a couple of times. Unlike the bartender and one patron who noticeably changed seats to get a better view. Once again she found she loved it. "Damn, I get men's attention and make them imagine erotic things about me. Geez my ego is out of control tonight."

The drinks were a bit more powerful than the hotel bar. She willingly held on to him as they found their way back to the hotel. Half way back, in the shadow between two dim street lights she stopped and turned to him. Without a word, he placed his hand at the top of her neck and slid his fingers into her hair on the back of her head.

Instantly she felt her juices flow into her panties. Her butt cheeks tensed as she felt his long fingers hold her head. They moved together for their first kiss. He kissed her upper lip gently, then her lower lip. She had no control and flicked her tongue over his wet lips searching for an opening into his mouth. The kiss did not break. They stood on the sidewalk in a town with no name and became immersed in each other. They were making out like high school kids. Only not as awkward.

His other hand easily moved inside the over shirt and firmly gripped her left breast. She heard him make a sigh as he enjoyed her damp flesh through the fabric.

She didn't remember the rest of the walk or how they got into his room. Only that the light breeze on the third floor moved the sheer wall length curtains and the light from below and a partial moon cast blurry shadows on the ceiling and walls.

There was no lust here. Although there might have been. Instead there was a dance of sorts. When they pressed together she could feel his manhood. His arousal was sensual.

They stayed on their feet and moved together, hand and lips and tongues. He undid his belt and slid off his trousers. He moved his hand from her waist down her inner thigh then up to her mound and cupped it in his hand.

She squirmed and in a swift motion pulled down her zipper, together their hands peeled off her pants letting them fall to the floor.

She pushed him away slightly and she examined him from head to toe. She slowly, very slowly, unbuttoned his shirt revealing a broad chest with a light coating of hair and very hard nipples. She let her eyes linger on the tent in his cobalt blue boxers. His hands moved slowly down her sides then up to caress her breasts. He allowed one hand to play with the spaghetti strap on the peach undershirt. He peeled it down over her shoulder, continuing as the damp fabric slowly separated from her skin revealing a bare breast.

His face followed his hand, licking and kissing her neck. Sucking slightly on her skin. He groaned at the taste of her. When her breast came free, his mouth followed and enveloped her. She shuddered as her entire breast was slowly pulled into his mouth. She gasped. He held still for a moment then let his tongue gently flick the top of her nipple.

She took a step back toward the bed and pulled him with her by his arms. She lay back in the bed and let go of him. And she let go of everything. She raised her hands above her head and grabbed the bars of the head board stretching her body out and spreading her legs.

He slid in next to her and made it his mission to bring her pleasure. His long fingers worked the fabric of her soaking wet panties. He found just the right places and made her moan and raise her hips off the bed. Without breaking his concentration he took off his shorts and let his stiff member slide over her legs up to her knees. He knelt before her. She could feel his breath on her mound even through the wet fabric.

"Oh my God, this feels so good," she thought. It was so good she found thinking difficult. He began to go down on her through the panties. Every movement of his lips and tongue and now his long fingers was electric. His warm breath tingled her swollen pussy. Sublime. Erotic.

"If nothing more happens tonight, I'll be a happy woman," she managed to think to herself.

Time no longer had any meaning. He pulled her panties aside and for the first time felt his warm wet lips against her equally warm wet pussy. He found her clit and rolled it in his lips. Gently one, then two of his long spindly fingers found their way into her. Searching for her G spot. His technique was impeccable. No doubt honed and polished by multiple partners and years of experience.

"I'll take it," she thought. "I'm the recipient of all his experience tonight."

She convulsed when he hit her G spot. Once he found it, he would not leave it until she was satisfied. Completely satisfied.

She resisted touching him and kept her hands over her head. "Do it," she thought. "Make me cum hard, please." Or did she say that aloud? Sounds from below came thru the open window with just the hint of a breeze. The ceiling fan was a cliché and did nothing to stir the air.

The fan only broke the shadows with a steady rhythm. Their bodies glistened with perspiration.

His motions changed and she felt him shift on the bed. She opened her eyes and looked down her body and enjoyed the sight of him hovering over her, plunging his long fingers into her. The size of his erect cock was only hinted at in the shadows.

He leaned to one side. A muscular arm held him up while he focused on her pleasure. He slowly dragged his rock hard cock up her inner thigh, over her pubic mound and continued up her stomach to her breasts. His cock was beautiful. Straight and proportionately just perfect. The sight of his manhood pressing into her breasts leaving a trail of precum and teasing her nipples was off the charts exciting. The tones of his dark skin changed in the light and shadow as he moved. She was engulfed by him.

"God that's a beautiful sight," she moaned. The first words spoken since leaving the cantina.

No longer able to resist she took one hand and reached out for him. His cock reacted to her touch. She wrapped her hand around it and slowly stroked it. The tip glistened with pre cum oozing out. She felt it pulsing. He kissed her on the mouth. Slow erotic French kissing as she stroked him. It drove her wild with desire.

She turned to his ear and managed a hoarse whisper. "Please, now."

She wrapped both hands around the back of his neck and got lost in his dark eyes. She felt the tip of his cock slide over her spreading, wet lips. He rotated his hips so his cock slid over her clit several times. He had yet to enter her. She bucked and arched her back. The orgasm started someplace deep in her groin. From a place she had never felt an orgasm start. In wave after wave it flowed through her pussy. She screamed a loud passionate scream do doubt heard in most of the hotel. She raised and lowered her hips until the orgasms subsided. She felt spent.

"Dear God, that was the most intense orgasm I've ever felt. Holy crap he's good," her brain made an emphatic judgement.

He paused for a few moments. He was in tune with her every movement and sensation. He waited and slid his penis from top to bottom of her pussy lips. On the third cycle he pressed in a bit harder. As he reached the bottom of her clef, when he felt no more resistance, he entered her. Slowly dividing the walls of her vagina, deeper and deeper yet not yet fully in. Then he stopped. His stillness was met with a responsive rotating of her hips.

Gradually he moved in sync with her. She ran out of adjectives telling him how good he felt. Her vagina was overly sensitive from the intense orgasm and could feel everything his penis was touching inside her. It felt so good. So amazing as he slowly slid in and out of her. He consciously decided to be as gentle as possible the first time with this woman.

He felt her hands slide from his neck down is back to his ass. She dug in her fingers and finger nails and with all her strength pulled him in. On the next stroke he went in deeper. She gasped for air. The next slow stroke went even deeper. His balls pressed hard against her wonderful ass and he was totally in her. She held him firm and would not let him back out. He collapsed to his elbows trying to keep his full weight off her. He kissed and sucked her nipples and began stroking the full length in and out again.

She had no idea how long this went on and didn't care. Until finally she cried out, "Fuck me. Fuck me now! Oh God cum in me!. Fill me. FUCK ME!!!"

And Jacob obliged her. He shot two huge loads into her. When the third load was coming he pulled out, pressed his cock against her flat stomach and sent a ribbon of white cum all the way to her nipples. He hovered over her, his cock lay on her stomach and the white ribbon of cum decorated her stomach and breasts. After a pause, spent, he rolled off her, laid on his side and wrapped his arms around her. They were out of breath and soaked in perspiration.

They didn't lay that way for long. She enjoyed the sensation of the warm cum on her body. She began idly rubbing it into her stomach. She caressed her breasts, pinched her nipples and massaged the cum into herself. The sensation changed as the warm cum cooled. She scooped up the last glob next to a nipple and pressed it against his lips. He gently, sensually licked it off her fingers and then sucked on every finger, one at a time. To her it was electric. To him it was an amazing sensation for this woman to feed him his own cum from her breasts.

She wanted more and slid her hand to her clef. She dug in to her soaking wet vagina. She could feel her juices and his cum oozing out down toward her ass. She took her wet fingers and offered it to his lips. He eagerly licked them clean. She watched a line of sweat run down his chest.

Jacob was stronger then he looked. In what was probably a well practiced move, he rolled her over on top of him, slid himself down the bed and brought her gaping pussy over top of his mouth. Only an inch from his lips, he opened his mouth and tasted the first drops of fluid drain into him. She moaned and shook her head when he pulled her down and enveloped her pubic lips with his mouth eagerly sucking her and licking and eating her.

His cock had already recovered. She felt him take charge and slide her down toward is waiting member. He pulled her head to him and kissed her hard, passing juices collected from her pussy into her mouth. She tasted the vaguely savory taste of his cum mixed with her own juices. It was intoxicating. Seductive. She felt another orgasm building. Just as it was starting to grow he pulled her down and impaled her on his hard cock.

This time she was in charge. She slammed herself down on him. Over and over, driving him as far up in her as possible. Each time she felt full. And each time she wished he could go in just another inch more. She threw her head back. Her eyes closed and she stopped breathing for a moment as this wave allowed her to cum again. Then again. And another.

************

Sleep eluded them that night. They slept for a few hours and then had a mutual stirring. The night was humid and the sheets soaked with sweat. Their fingers lightly discovered each other. And a gentle touch flowed easily into another session of erotic and slowly building orgasms. He brought her to climax with his long fingers deep in her pussy. She stroked his member and tried to take it all in to her mouth. She felt the smooth crown ride along the roof of her mouth until she could take no more. Desperately she wanted to please this man. To make him satisfied, to feel the warmth of his cum flood her mouth and swallow it in a act of homage to his skill as a lover.

Her mind reeled. How many women had been the recipient of his love making? How many had he pleasured then sent them on in a futile search for another with such skills?

************

The bus ride the next day took them higher into the mountains. The beautiful scenery was lost on them as they caught up on sleep during the ride.

It became obvious to the rest the group that they had hooked up and were now inseparable for the duration. She found each night was sensual, different than the last. His capacity for variation, attentiveness and satisfaction was no doubt bourn of many years with many partners. Each night all she felt was the privilege to be the recipient of his cumulative experience. And rather than comparing their adventures with her husband, she filed techniques away to use at home.

Nights six and seven brought relief from the quaint and if not authentic experience of hotel accommodations in small villages. This, after all, was an "adventure" tour and traveled to places the big tour busses didn't go or couldn't get to.

This hotel was located on the edge of a cliff overlooking the jungle valley below. Above were the looming peaks of the central mountain range. A wide, curved patio extended from the hotel dining area creating what might be a romantic overlook into the valley.

They maintained separate rooms, sometimes trading rooms one night to the next. This hotel had working air conditioning, stable wifi, huge beds and crisp sheets that didn't look used. Bags, as usual, were delivered to the rooms in time to freshen up and change for dinner. She had a well practiced routine for unpacking, set up the laptop, open emails, take a fast shower and dress for dinner.

The shower felt luxurious compared to the trickle that passed for a shower at the primitive hotels. While her hair dried she skimmed her emails. Ever curious, Sasha wanted details. For that matter so did her husband. "Perverts," she thought, "both of them."

'sasha - trip is going too fast. Amazing animals and the mountains are beautiful. As is my traveling companion. Photo attached. But you can NOT sent that home! I mean it this time. He is 60 and has the endurance of a 20 year old - not that I would remember. He owns a publishing company. very much a gentleman. says he is writing a book about his travels. I don't know if that part is true. Don't care. Wow. Later GF' Send.

"Hubby. What to tell him?" She paused.

'hey you - keeping everything straight (grin emoji) at home? I hope so. Just a grand trip. Animals and jungle are amazing. Small hike yesterday to a waterfall. A few of the adventurous types stripped down to underwear and showered under it. Love you. Thank you soooo much for letting me do this trip. Can't wait to see you again. Happy to be in a hotel with AC that works. Traveling companions are mostly congenial. One very nice older guy makes sure I'm look after, so you don't have to worry. (smile emoji with heart) Lv U -' Send.

"Let's see how that sits," she teased herself. "Combine 'nice guy' with 'older'. He'll think the guy has a cane and a hearing aid and I've given him a sympathy fuck."

For dinner in a nice decent hotel she decided to use some of the better clothes. The last few days had been mostly hiking pants and tee shirts or loose short sleeve man tailored shirts. She pulled out a black bra and panty set. Next to it she laid out black thigh high stay ups with a three inch lace top. No garters here. Stockings with garters were reserved for seduction games played at home. Finished with a nice black half slip that always made her feel sexy.

After trying on several dresses, including her newish party dress, she finally decided on a dark blue floral print ankle length dress with a modest slit to the knee. The lower part lightly flowed as she turned. The upper part had a V neck front that, with the push up, would show her best qualities.

She admired herself in the full length mirror, decided she was too hot for most men and headed to meet Jacob at his room.

***************

She used her card key but knocked as she entered.

"Greetings," he said and stepped to the doorway and kissed her.

"You're early, you want a drink?" he said pointing to the mini bar.

"Early?" she thought, "I thought I took forever figuring what to wear."

"No, I'm fine. If you're ready why don't we take a walk through the gardens before dinner?'

On the opposite side of the hotel from the grand terrace was a large tropical garden with many paths, places to sit and water features here and there. Several parrots made their home there which made the gardens magical in the fading sunlight. Low voltage lights hung from the trees and the portico on three sides. Hanging baskets were bursting with colorful flowers.

"Look at this," she pointed. "There are tropical birds in every hanging basket."

"Birds? Where?" He didn't see. "Oh, painted fake birds. They look very real don't they."

Each bird was about eight inches long, brightly painted and attached to a short stake so it could be stuck into the soil of the pot.

"You know," she said, "I'm not much of a souvenir buyer anymore, but these. I'd love to have a couple of these. I wonder if they sell them in the gift shop?"

"We have time, let's check."

A quick check at the main desk and further inquiry in the gift shop revealed that they were hotel decorations and not for sale. They likewise could not provide information on where they could be purchased.

She was disappointed but it wasn't the end of the world. They returned to the garden for one last stroll before heading up to the dining room.

Compared to the basic non-tourist hotel for the last several days, this place was opulent. Linen table clothes. Water and wine glasses. Three forks, desert spoon, the works. As was by now the habit, she took a seat next to him but never made a fuss over him in public. Although everyone on the trip by now knew who was visiting which room at night and who was keeping to themselves like conventional travelers.

The other single male on the trip was suspected to have hooked up with the MILF who didn't take up Eric and Jill and Robert on their offer to "play." She tried not to be too harsh, but it was obvious that she was desperate to scratch an itch because he was nothing to look at. Over 60, portly? No chubby? She was in her late 50s and curvy? She looked OK but was no Mrs. Robinson. "If he was good in the sack," she surmised, "they would have been keeping company more."

And what about Robert's wife, Rebecca? She sort of got the short shrift early on. Rebecca sat with Robert on the bus. They didn't seem strained during the hikes and walking tours. In museums they sometimes were arm in arm like normal people. These two really intrigued her.

Cross talk dinner among the group sometimes rose to a dull roar. And while her "gentleman friend" was always next to her, people across from them or on the other side of her frequently changed. Tonight Rebecca was next to him on the other side.

***************

After dinner there was music on the wide terrace overlooking the valley. The moon was rising and the sky was very clear. A local dance group put on an exhibition of Latino dancing. Everything from Flamenco to Salsa. She had never seen authentic Salsa before and found it very erotic. She felt herself getting wet and it wasn't from the jungle air. It wasn't really obscene, but it was like watching a couple have sex. Passionate sex standing up with their clothes on.

Jacob was a fabulous dancer, well versed in Latino and Caribbean dancing. She followed best she could, but her fumbling didn't matter. This was a divine moment. His eyes seemingly never left her. She felt his guidance as a conversation between their two bodies. His eyes undressed her as they danced.

The evening jungle air turned more humid as the temperature eased from the day. Something few of the group had gotten use to. She felt the line of sweat run down the small of her back. Her panties were soaked from her own flow on top of the sweat. A line of perspiration ran down her neck, between her breasts and was absorbed by the dress. He made the bold public move of taking his index finger and tracing the line of sweat from the cleavage back up to her nape, then around to the back of her neck. She was about to cum right there from that simple but erotic gesture.

Without a word, they left the dancing and headed to the bar. She knew alcohol would go right to her head. On the one hand she didn't care. On the other, she wanted a clear head. She wanted memories. She ordered a virgin something and he went with one of the house tropical specialties.

Drinks in hand, they walked to the side veranda and caught the faintest of breeze from the valley. After tonight there were only two nights left. Neither of them wanted to speak of that. She wasn't in love and she didn't want to love him. She loved her husband. And in an odd way, like the three previous trips, as things came to an end, she loved him and their home even more. Not everyone was equipped for that, much less understand it.

"Rebecca was next to me tonight," he began. "She wanted to talk."

"Oh?"

"I got more material for my book," he continued. "I asked a simple question and it was difficult to get her to take a breath."

She took a sip of her drink and descended the outdoor stone stairs to the gardens.

"Near as I can tell, this isn't the first time Robert has gone off with other people during one of these tours. Rebecca thought with a small group the chances would be less."

"So she doesn't like his roaming?"

"Like so many relationships, it's complicated, to coin a phrase." He smiled and she slipped her arm around his waist. His shirt was soaked to the skin. The sensation was at once uncomfortable and sexy.

"In so many words, they are swingers at home. They belong to two clubs and have a history of varied and many encounters. She claims they both love it and it has added so much to their sex life."

"But on vacation trips, it's off limits? Sounds like the opposite of Eric and what's her name."

"Jill. Exactly. On these tour vacations, she wants him all to herself. Like a break from the monthly club evenings."

She stopped at one of the hanging baskets to again admire the painted birds. Then she bit her lip, looked quickly around, plucked the bird from the basket, tucked it under her arm and continued their walk.

"So is she pissed at him?" she asked without missing a step.

"Not really. She confessed that if the other single woman traveler, you know the one you think is a high maintenance accountant or lawyer or something, had been willing, she would have slept with her a couple times just for fun."

"Geeze. I need to revise how I size people up."

With almost no effort Jacob reached into a basket, removed another bird and asked, "You like this one?"

She smiled and nodded. It was orange and yellow with a wing spread of about eight inches. It never occurred to her how she would pack them. They made the next turn and walked slowly toward the back door of the hotel.

"Look, I need to stop at my room first. I'll be over in a few minutes, OK?" He handed her the second bird, they had a brief kiss and he departed.

The air conditioning in the room hit her like an ice box. The wet dress no longer felt clammy, but cold and sticky wet. She striped it off quickly along with everything else. She headed to the shower and made a very quick rinse job with warm water being careful not to get her hair wet. She wrapped a towel around herself and woke up the laptop.

"Ugh," she thought. "More work emails. Leave me alone. The kids, hubby and Sasha. Need to say something."

She put both hubby and the kids in the 'To" box and tapped out a couple quick lines.

Then she turned to Sasha. 'hey girl friend. been two days with no word you holed up in the room with your "friend"? miss the bus or something? He looks delicious. Thanks for the picture!'

'He's a perfect gentleman. Very attentive, very smart and easy to be around. Keep it up and you get no details. Three more nights. See you.' Send.

Lets see what's is on Hubby's mind: 'I know you love only me and when vacation is over you will be home in our bed with new stories to tell and new adventures to share. So, have some fun. Let yourself go.'

That statement sent a delicious thrill through her, one she would never normally allow or acknowledge. She knew her love was secure. Her beloved was secure. And this travel outlet only affirmed her passion for him and only heightened their sex life. And while he never really knew how much of what she told him was real or fantasy, it didn't matter. It mattered that it got him excited, erotically interested and drove his libido off the charts. The sex for months after a trip was mind blowing. And when it started to become predictable again, all she had to do was drop a few suggestive, teasing words about her encounters and bang! New excitement!

'Your words mean so much lover. Three nights and I'll be home. I miss you horribly. (Heart emoji) Move back to Guatemala City tomorrow and another decent hotel. Might be on beach. Can't remember. Took lots of photos. Will send more tomorrow. Emailed kids. They know I'm safe. Love you - sleep well babe.' Send.

Then in an after thought she wrote,' Hope you made good use of your "hall pass" this week - three more nights to exercise you're twisted kinks. I love you are such a slut sometimes (leering grin emoji)' Send.

"I know I'm not the only one having fun this week," she thought with lascivious smile.

**********************

She quickly pulled on running shorts and an oversize French cut tee shirt. She used her key again and knocked softly on the door. The door opened and he was silhouetted from the light behind him. He cut a nice silhouette for a guy his age she thought.

All he was wearing was a pair of burgundy boxer shorts. Probably silk. She thought how good he would feel when she wrapped the fabric around his lovely member.

There was no foreplay tonight. His lips touched hers. His arms wrapped around her and he pulled her close as his tongue slid through her lips. Her tongue met his and they swirled one around the others. She felt her pulse quicken as she reached up and ran her fingers across his chest. His aroma intoxicated her. She loved how his hands moved over her back as he kissed her. She pressed hard against him.

She closed her eyes as Jacob pushed her shirt aside and found her nipples. He teased them until they were fully erect and then bent his head down and took one of them in. She loved how he sucked and teased it with his tongue. Her hand moved slowly back and forth along the length of his stiff manhood.

His head lifted up and his lips traveled up her breasts to her neck, nibbling and kissing all the way to her ear.

"I want you." His voice was full of passion.

She wrapped her arms around his waist and pulled him tightly against her, she loved the feeling of his hard cock pressing against her belly. She nibbled her way up his neck and then whispered in his ear, "I want you to fuck me."

She lifted her leg slightly as his hand moved down over her breasts, passed her stomach. She wanted him to touch her and find how excited she was.

A soft moan escaped from her lips as she felt his hand move inside her thighs. His finger traced along her outer lips, just grazing the wetness.

The head of his cock was in the palm of her hand, and she wrapped her fingers around his shaft and slowly slid the finger nails along the length to the tip and back again. Her hips moved towards his fingers, she wanted to feel him touch her.

Jacob responded to her movements, his finger slipped between her swollen lips and into her wetness.

"Yes," she whispered. "Touch me."

His finger moved slowly in and out of her depths. Her grip on his cock matched the movements of his finger. He moved his mouth to her breasts and began kissing her as his free hand cupped the other breast.

"Yes," the word escaped from her lips like a long sigh as his fingers moved up and touched her clit. It ached and wanted to be touched. Her pussy was on fire. His carnal touch stoked the blaze that burned deep inside her.

"You're driving me wild," he whispered raising his lips from her nipple. "You're making me so hard. I want to taste you. I want to suck your clit." His words sent chills of lust through her.

She took control rolling him on his back. She turned the other way preparing for mutual pleasure, straddled his shoulders. She lowered her hips until her pussy was smothering his mouth. She felt him spread her lips open with his tongue and drink her wetness. She leaned forward toward his magnificent hard cock.

Flashes of pleasure flowed through her as his tongue flicked at her swollen labia. His tongue danced around her clit, flicking it back and forth. Her hand stroked his shaft as she opened up and began to take him into her mouth. She swirled her tongue around the tip and then licked her way down his length.

Her hand slid up and down his now wet cock and she took more of him into her mouth. She felt her hips moving against his mouth, wanting to grind against him. She was drunk with lust as she felt him suck on her.

She liked the feeling as his warm cock filled her mouth, his hips moving slightly. She liked the control she felt.

Jacob held her hips and pulled her hard against his mouth as he penetrated her deeply with his tongue. Over and over his tongue stabbing inside, and then slow circles around her swollen clit.

"Oh God, you're driving me crazy," she could barely speak.

Lust had over taken them. Nothing existed outside of the room. She wanted to cum, she wanted to fly, soar on waves of passion; it wasn't far off.

Just as she began to climax she felt a twitch in his cock. He was cumming. She wanted to taste him, faster and faster her hand stroked his shaft. Her body was shaking as she felt him erupt in her mouth, his pearl-white cum tasted tangy, smooth, savory. Her heart felt like a hammer pounding in her ears. She heard him moan loudly with each spurt and swallowed hard.

She was awash with waves of pleasure, her world spun out of control. She released him as her breath became ragged.

After her body stopped shaking she turned around facing Jacob and lay on top of him. She was glad when he put his arms around her shoulders and pulled her down to him and kissed her. She could taste her own juices on his lips and imagined he could taste himself in her mouth. It was slow soulful kiss, full of passion. It was sensual. They melted together.

"That felt so good." His voice seemed full of calm, like the calm after the storm.

"Yes it did."

She rolled off to the side and they lay there just whispering. Sweating in spite of the air conditioning. Their hands roamed continuously over the other's body, never stopping. His fingers traced her eyes, nose and lips, like he was trying to memorize each detail of her face.

Slowly their touches become more teasing, and she smiled to herself as she felt his erection growing against her. Her hand stroked him to full hardness as she willingly accepted his fingers inside her.

"I want to feel you inside me," she whispered as she sat up and straddled his hips.

She placed the tip of his cock against her opening and let herself be deeply impaled. Her eyes closed as she felt his length penetrate her wetness. His hips began to rock back and forth.

She took his stiffness move in and out of her tight depths. She moved forward, putting her hands on the headboard, her eyes locked onto his. The setting moon lit up the room and reflected in his dark eyes.

There were no sounds, save those of their erotic wrestling. His touch sent shivers through her body, the way he fondled and kneaded her breasts. He drove further and further into her sea of passion.

What had started off as slow and gentle was building. Their movements were more deliberate and had quickened. His hips rose as he drove his engorged cock deep inside of her. Her hips moved with his movements.

As their pace quickened she lay on top of him, only concerned with her pleasure. His chest heaved below her. She studied his muscles then leaned in and wrapped her lips around one of his nipples as he had done to her. She sucked on it and he let out a sudden yelp of pain and pleasure and bucked his hips into her.

She tried to speak her desires. "Oh fu... oh, dear God... I want... mnnn" Her words were lost in her wanton, uncontrolled lust. Her fingers dug into his shoulders as her body seemed to vibrate.

"Oh, yes, oh, yes," she moaned as her body began to shake. She felt the burn as she began to climax and she felt her muscles grip his cock.

He couldn't stop himself; he felt her clamp down on his cock, his grunts of passion mixed with hers. She felt the warm wetness as he release his cum inside of her. Pulse after pulse shot into her. She rode the crest of a climax that seemed to never end.

They stopped moving. Still trapped inside her, their eyes penetrated as deep as his cock. Her vagina locked like a vice on him. They remained bound together for long minutes. Slowly she backed off and released him with a long sigh. He rolled her over so he could kneel between her legs, like someone at worship. He leaned tentatively forward over her tight stomach and his countenance changed. The manly, secure, persona melted. His eyes became sheepish. He nodded slightly to her clef and asked in almost reverent tones, "May I?"

It took her a moment. Her mind was not functioning but his intent was clear.

"Dear God yes."

Jacob lowered his mouth to her soaking wet vagina oozing white cum from how many loads? Ever so carefully he licked and ate and cleaned her. He carefully paid attention to every ridge, lip and fold. She tensed, then relaxed as her hips rose and fell.

"You've ruined me," she moaned.

He looked up from between her legs. "I want you to feel total pleasure with this." And retuned to do just that.

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The next day was a scramble. They over slept and barely got their bags out by 6:30. By now breakfast groups were settled. In spite of Eric's group meeting up every evening, they still met for breakfast together. Rebecca, Robert's wife, had indeed hooked up with single woman number four. Rebecca was adventurous enough to be a swinger back home, so she would be willing to find a suitable distraction to replace Robert for the duration. Jacob managed to piece together from bus gossip that it took half the tour to seduce woman number four. But once compromised, was an eager participant.

The final stop in Guatemala City was in a fine five star hotel with a spa, hot tub and roof top pool. Next to the last night they actually joined three other couples at a nearby restaurant. After dinner they changed into bathing suits and headed to the pool. Another clear night. A good breeze off the bay and warm. Each knew this was coming to an end.

The evening was pleasant and not rushed. Others from the group and other hotel guests arrive to enjoy the night and take a swim. She proclaimed to herself that indeed this specimen of a man was an Adonis. What did he say? He was 62? She watched with pure erotic fascination as he walked to the far end of the pool, stood straight then dove into the water like a pro. He swam with strong over arm strokes to her end, made an underwater racing turn back to the far end. Another turn and a slower crawl stroke back. On his arrival he placed his hands on the edge of the pool and in one swift, effortless movement lifted himself out of the pool and presented himself dripping wet in front of her.

She held up his towel and asked, "Towel?"

He reached for it and she pulled it away. He leaned in and French kissed her while taking the towel from her. She almost came right then.

That night they luxuriated in the fine 300 thread sheets. Sex that night was sublime, slow, then urgent.

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Last night. Always hard. Her several solo trips had always yielded a new adventure story to share with her husband. This trip certainly had its share of twists and turns. She carefully packed the two painted tropical birds Jacob had been kind enough to help her "liberate." Just before wrapping the second in her red bikini underwear, she studied both the bird and the garment. She decided these would be the trigger to bring back the incredible feeling of the past week.

After packing all but what she wore and what she would need for the morning, she looked one more time at the lap top before packing that in the carry on.

"Sasha. Geez girl. Don't you have your own sex life?" she thought.

'S - its been a wonderful and adventurous trip I will not soon forget. once again, not on the prowl like you LOL. things just happen in a very delightful and fulfilling way. the trip is over. Ive danced, been romanced, had wonderful conversations, probably too much to eat and drink. I feel new, rejuvenated and cant wait to get home again. More later. Night' Send.

Hubby sent an email confirming the return flight arrival time, a comment about how the garage door is acting up again and a sweet note on how much he missed her and how empty the bed feels. And he couldn't resist hinting that he had new stories to share.

"You know," she thought, "even with a new exploit he's STILL going to be horny. And that's a good thing."

'home very soon babe. Thanks for flight confirmation. should be no delay ion this end. I'm packed and will be VERY happy to be back in your arms and in our own bed. although the sheets in this hotel are amazing. maybe I can fit one in the suit case? Hmmm. you are my man and very sexy. You'll see how much when I get back. Loads of love.'' Send.

Laptop safely away she took one last look around the room, scooped up a small bag of things and headed for Jacob one last time.

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The flight was only five hours but no flight these days is restful. Sometimes the return flight can erase all the mellow and relaxing feelings stored up from a vacation.

Traveling home she opted for a loose, knee length, wrap around skirt instead of her standard travel pants. The skirt with a loose, scoop neck, lightweight tropical souvenir shirt felt more appropriate. So when she approached her husband waiting by the car curb side, she presented a breezy and very sexy image. Exactly the image she wanted for a husband who had been without her intimate company for ten nights.

They embraced warmly and he locked his lips around hers.

"Damn you look fucking great!" he said, giving her a salacious look up and down.

"You're impossible," she mocked him. "Get in the car and drive."

After placing her bags in the back he slid into the driver's seat. He took a moment to leer at the way she folded her legs under her on the seat. The skirt hiked up, leaving very little to the imagination.

He sighed his signature sigh and they headed home.

He slowly stroked her bare leg and after the catch up and small talk subsided he smiled and asked, "So was this a successful trip? Details in your emails sort of trailed off. Always a good sign."

"Oh, it had its moments. I can't wait to show you these two painted tropical birds I brought home. They'll look great on the deck."

"Nice. Where they a local craft?"

"No, they were decoration in one of the hotels. There were dozens of them. I offered to buy one, but they weren't for sale. A very nice gentleman on the tour, Jacob, helped me "liberate" them."

Over the years a "very nice gentleman" had become code between them.

"Oh, that's nice of him to help with your compulsion. I hope he helped satisfy other urges," he smiled at her.

She reached over and caressed the hair on the back of his neck. "Absolutely. He was very helpful in that department. I told you about him. He was a good dancer."

"I thought that was Eric?"

"Oh, Eric. Forgot about him. He was enthusiastic and pretty good, but Jacob was fluid and just right."

"We still talking about dancing?"

She mumbled something in response he couldn't quite hear.

"I'm looking forward to hearing more about Jacob. Your travel stories are always so, what's the word? Stimulating, when you travel alone."

"Don't I always entertain you with the details? Your curiosity shall be satisfied, sweetheart, among other things." Then she reached over for his crotch where the fabric was visibly strained from his erection.

For a moment or two she gently stroked the front of his jeans and reflected on the last many days.

As they drove, she closed her eyes and sorted through the events of the trip in her mind, deciding just how much she would tell her husband. Vivid and graphic, or just enough to tease and drive him crazy?

She became lost in the memories. "Let's see, saw a beautiful country. Met a couple who are into sharing and swinging. Got hit on by several younger men. That was flattering. Went snorkeling and didn't drown. Got gawked at in my bathing suit by the pool. More flattery. I hope they had a nice wet dream over me. Danced most every night. Disabled a jackass who took liberties. Added to my collection of ill gotten souvenirs. And had passionate sex several times with a handsome Black man. A successful trip."

"Well, give me a tease at least for the ride home," he asked.

Silence.

He stole a look away from traffic long enough to see she was asleep.

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