A fleeting acquaintance on vacation
This happened relatively recently—about a year ago or so. My wife and I were planning a joint vacation, and due to work commitments, it turned out we could only get away in winter—early December. Fortunately, there were plenty of warm countries to choose from, and we leisurely debated which would suit us best. Through process of elimination, we narrowed our choice to a country with a not-too-long flight, where we hadn't been before, with a hot climate and the sea nearby. In a word—Sri Lanka.
Tickets were bought, the hotel booked, and on a frosty December day we flew off on holiday. Several servings of free alcohol in business class quickly knocked
me out, and I only remember the takeoff and landing of our flight. Another hour on a bus, and we were at the hotel.Our room wasn't the most run-down, but not the most perfect either—a couple of huge cockroaches and a lizard joyfully greeted us with our luggage. Half an hour later, the critters were evicted from the room, we changed into our swimsuits, and ran off for a swim. There was a pool with clear water near the hotel, but why bother with that when the ocean is right there?
Incidentally, the hotel we ended up at was one where the guests were predominantly pensioners from various countries. Grandmas and grandpas with "all-inclusive" bracelets never left the bar counter, mostly drinking beer, occasionally chasing it with rum. So they swam in the pool, which was relatively shallow, and rarely ventured into the sea.
My wife and I quickly waded in up to our waists and froze—the water was warm! Even hot! And this in the ocean in winter! We swam a bit deeper, where the water came up to our chins—we were afraid to go further just yet, as the hotel staff had scared us with tales of currents that could carry you away from the shore. And then I realized my cock was hard and craving sex. I grabbed my wife's ass underwater, making her turn around.
With gestures, I pointed to my cock and she immediately reached her mischievous little hands into my swim trunks. We looked around—we were a decent distance from the shore, and no one was swimming near us. My wife stroked my balls, jerked my cock. Then she pulled down the bottom of her swimsuit and wrapped her legs around my back. I held her under the ass with my hands and slowly entered my beloved's pussy.
My wife leaned back, pretending she was just floating on her back, while I, underwater, thrust in and out of her pussy, pinching her ass and occasionally rubbing her clit. My wife was breathing heavily and moaning languidly. Sex in the sea turned her on better than any porn, and the thought that a good hundred eyes from the beach were watching us, guessing what we were doing, made her even wetter and more aroused.
Suddenly, my wife tensed up, arched her back even more, and came. I slowly pulled out of my wife's pussy and gently let her go. My beloved contentedly pulled up her swimsuit bottom and turned her attention to me. She pulled my trunks down to my knees and started jerking my cock, stroking my balls with her other hand. To bring me to orgasm faster, she turned her back to the shore, pulled down her bottoms again, exposing her pussy, and took her rather ample breasts out of her swimsuit top. The sight of my naked wife against the backdrop of the beach turned me on so much that within seconds I came, and only a stream of white fluid in the clear seawater bore witness to anything indecent.
We composed ourselves and shook off. It was nearing lunchtime and we needed to rest and change before eating. As we were coming out of the water, a local native intercepted us, offering tours and such. We brushed him off and went to our room. My wife went to the shower first, and I lounged on the bed—watched TV. I didn't know the local dialect, so watching news and movies was out of the question.
At some point, my beloved moved away from me, wrapped her tits around my cock and started jerking me off with them, not slowing the pace. A few more movements and I came copiously all over my wife's chest. She ran to the shower again to wash it all off, while I got dressed.
We went for lunch, and the same local native latched onto us again. Brushing him off once more, I dragged my wife to the nearest cafe, where we ordered lobster and two mango freshes. A divine lunch, I tell you. The lobster, however, was prepared somewhat specifically—the mix of spices was unusual for us. But I wouldn't say it was bad.
On the way back to the hotel, for the third time, the same native tried to latch onto us, but was sent packing as before. We changed back into our swimsuits and settled on sun loungers on the hotel grounds—here the pesky natives couldn't reach us. When, half an hour later, a familiar black face appeared again near the hotel fence—he approached with some woman, about 35, who looked at us questioningly.
The woman's size D breasts barely fit into her swimsuit top, and small stretch marks on her rounded hips suggested she had at least one child already. I walked closer to this company. The woman examined me with interest. I wouldn't say my physique was perfect, but two years of intense gym training under one of the meanest trainers had paid off. No, I didn't have 20-inch biceps, or thighs like a hippo—the trainer categorically rejected steroids and protein shakes—but a toned figure looked pretty good.
— Nika, — the woman introduced herself.
— Misha, — I replied.
— Misha, let's go on a tour today—this native is giving us a great discount.
I thought—why not? So I agreed. After haggling for half an hour, we knocked the price down a bit for the trip and agreed that I would pick up Nika and her child, as they planned to rest after lunch. Incidentally, they were also staying at our hotel, just on a different floor. After relaying all the info to my wife and getting her consent, I lay back down on the sun lounger, exposing my body to the scorching sun.
Two hours later, now in shorts and a t-shirt, I stood at Nika's door and knocked softly. The door opened and Nika crawled out. I was stunned by what I saw—she was wearing a semi-transparent bra and a thong that barely covered her pussy.
— Sh-sh-sh-sh, — Nika whispered, — you'll wake the child.
I entered the room and saw a child indeed sleeping on the bed. Nika pulled me into the bathroom and quietly closed the door behind us. In the mirror's reflection, I could see an appetizing, tanned ass, hardly covered by the thong at all. I grabbed Nika's ass, pulled her to me, and kissed her deeply. My wife's tactic had backfired this time—my cock was ready for sex again. I kissed Nika's body, every millimeter—her neck, nipples, stomach, descending lower to the coveted patch of hair—her pussy, which was clearly visible through the sheer front of the thong.
Nika moved the panties aside, giving me access to the object of desire—I lightly moistened her clit with saliva and began sucking on it, playing with it with the tip of my tongue, making Nika moan with pleasure. Going down a little lower, my tongue entered her pussy, which was already getting wet in rhythm with the caresses. Nika pushed me away and knelt in front of me—she pulled my cock out of my shorts and began caressing it, sucking and licking it like a sweet candy.
Then, she turned her ass to me and spread her legs wide. I could see her excited face and appetizing breasts in the mirror. Nika moved the panties aside again, allowing me to enter her from behind, then braced both hands against the sink, set into a marble slab that was like a pedestal, and began impaling herself on my cock.
Gradually increasing the pace, she moaned sweetly, no longer afraid of waking the child, and loudly slapped her own ass in time with her movements. Suddenly she stopped, leaned forward a bit, and, turning around, sat her ass on the sink. Wrapping her arms around my neck and her legs around my back, she continued to moan with pleasure as my cock entered her wet pussy. I kneaded her ass, pinching the appetizing cheeks, kissed her deeply, and rubbed against her hardened nipples.
A couple more moments and I came vigorously inside Nika's pussy, and she, crying out sweetly, went limp in my arms. Some rustling came from the room. Nika quickly wrapped herself in a towel and, whispering for me to slip out the door unnoticed in a few seconds, ran to the child. About ten seconds later, I was slipping out of the room while Nika was shushing the child, blocking his view of the entrance door.
Meeting at the reception, we went together on a tour in open-top jeeps. It was a kind of safari for the less affluent—we looked at animals, photographed nature—for my Instagram, it was a treasure trove. At one point, when everyone was distracted by another elephant, Nika pulled up the leg of her shorts and showed me her sheer thong, stained with something white, and smiled smugly.
The next day, I didn't see Nika at breakfast or lunch. It turned out she had flown home with her child that same night. I accepted this news with regret, but it didn't stop my wife and me from enjoying sex with each other for the rest of the vacation. And a few months later, on some travel forum, a girl with the username nikа1980 was looking for the guy she had a good time with in Sri Lanka, and from whom she would now have a child. Maybe it was a coincidence, maybe not—we'll never know, as I didn't write to that girl…