Vacation in Croatia
This story happened last year when my husband and I were vacationing at one of the resorts in Croatia.
this is breakfast. Marina loved to sleep in, and while I didn't mind lounging either, since I burn easily, I had to go to the beach in the morning and then again closer to the evening. So at breakfast, we had other neighbors at our table, most often two guys, a bit younger than me.I might not have paid them any attention, but one spoke Russian quite well with a slight accent, the second was always silent and just smiled. I wondered for a long time where they were from; there were many possibilities. I only ruled out representatives of Southern Europe. In the end, I settled on Swedes, Germans. I was curious whether I had guessed right or not, but it felt somehow awkward to ask... Our communication with them was limited to greetings and wishing each other a good appetite.
Unlike them, I never got into scuba diving. Although my husband made attempts to get me involved... But after diving to a shallow depth, I was seized by a panic fear, I was afraid I wouldn't have enough air and surfaced. I couldn't overcome this fear, and Sergei gave up on me.
I went out to sea with them, swam near the boat or sunbathed on the deck. After about three days, I got bored with this and started staying at the hotel, spending time by the hotel pool. I swam or just lounged on a sunbed. Sometimes I took some magazines with me so it wouldn't be so boring.
So on that day, after refreshing myself in the pool, I was sitting and flipping through a magazine when, literally right by my ear, I heard:
— Good afternoon!
And although it was said not loudly, I flinched from the surprise, and the magazine fell from my hands. I recognized the voice; it was hard not to recognize that accent. I turned towards the voice; the breakfast neighbor was standing nearby and smiling. But reading from my face what I thought of him, the smile disappeared from his face, and he began to apologize, saying he didn't mean to scare me and asking for forgiveness...
I silently turned away and started flipping through the magazine again. My heart was pounding terribly in my chest from fright. He apologized once more and disappeared. A few minutes passed, I had already calmed down, and then he appeared again...
— Excuse me, please! — he started again, — I didn't think it would turn out like this... I just wanted...
— Okay, — I had already come to my senses, — just don't do that again.
— Yes, yes. Sorry. Let me treat you...
I looked at him; he had a glass of wine in his hand, and his face showed sincere remorse. I even started to feel sorry for him. I took the glass he offered and took a couple of small sips. The wine was cool and pleasant to the taste.
He apologized a few more times, and then somehow a conversation started unnoticed. He talked more, I just inserted a couple of words sometimes. I learned a lot about him — his name is Andreas, but you can just call him Andrei, that he is German, that he once lived on the Volga with his parents, that in the 90s they moved to Germany, as he put it, to their historical homeland...
Now it's clear why he speaks Russian so well.
That he is here on vacation with a friend, his name is Kurt, that he understands a little Russian but doesn't speak...
Somehow, we switched to informal 'you' without noticing. I listened to him; it amused me how he sometimes constructed phrases, apparently not much practice at home, and some words he said were funny. Time flew by unnoticed...
The next day he came again. On the third day, I was already waiting for him... He came every day...
I quickly got used to his presence, even starting to worry if he was late.
We quickly found a common language; I liked our conversations with him, and he himself left a pleasant impression. I even developed a certain liking for him.
We talked about many things; somehow, it turned out there were no forbidden topics... It was simply easy and pleasant with him.
Our stay here passed the halfway point; the days were similar to one another.
And then it turned out that it was Marina's birthday. This event changed the routine of our vacation that day. Sergei and I spent half the day looking for a gift for her. In the evening, they invited us to a cafe.
A light dinner, dancing. The husbands drank whiskey, while Marina and I drank local red wine, so light and pleasant to the taste. And quite treacherous, as it turned out later...
The wine went down like juice; you couldn't feel the alcohol at all. Marina and I had already drunk a fair amount, but our heads were clear, and we didn't even feel a slight intoxication.
My friend and I were having a blast on the dance floor. Sergei and Ilya soon got bored with dancing and, sitting at the table, were talking about something. And Marina and I returned to the table from time to time to catch our breath and quench our thirst. The mood was wonderful... Moreover, the wine I had drunk started to affect me; I felt myself getting drunk quickly. A kind of euphoria appeared...
At some point, when we were at the table, I saw Andrei and Kurt near the bar counter. Seeing me, Andrei waved his hand; I mechanically waved back. To my surprise, he headed towards us.
— May I invite your wife? — he addressed my husband.
Sergei momentarily distracted from his conversation with Ilya and nodded his head in agreement.
First, there were a couple of fast dances, then a slow one. He put his arm around my waist, I put my hands on his shoulders, and pressing against each other, we moved slowly to the music. He whispered in my ear, I listened to him and laughed. The music ended, we returned to the table.
Apparently, Marina was also tired of the men's conversation; she invited Andrei to the table. To my surprise, he accepted the invitation and, learning it was Marina's birthday, raised a toast to the birthday girl.
After sitting for a bit, the three of us — me, Marina, and Andrei — went to dance again. When the music became slow, Andrei invited me again.
When the dance ended, we returned to our table. We drank again, rested a bit, I suggested everyone go dance. Sergei and Ilya refused, Marina too.
Andrei and I went to dance again, and when it was a slow dance again, his hand, during the dance, slid from my waist and rested on my butt.
— Andrei!
— What?
He pretended not to understand.
— Your hand...
— Sorry, somehow automatically...
After a while, it all repeated, and although he again naively justified himself that it somehow happened that way, he was, of course, doing it on purpose.
Then his hand went down again, again and again... I stopped telling him, and although his touches were pleasant to me and even slightly aroused me, I simply started returning his hand to my waist myself.
On the next slow dance, everything repeated...
And at some point, I got tired of removing his hand; I just stopped paying attention to it. The dance floor was dimly lit; no one paid attention to us. And our table was far away, and other dancers covered us.
He began to lightly stroke my butt. His stroking was so pleasant, but still, everything has its limit:
— Andrei, stop!
— But isn't it unpleasant for you?
His question simply stunned me; I thought he would make excuses, but he... I was even at a loss,
what to answer him.
He pressed me tighter to himself and began to whisper in my ear:
— You are so beautiful, I like you so much, when I saw you...
Compliments poured out one after another. His words were disjointed but so pleasant and so arousing. His hands... Alcohol... My head was spinning...
— Stop, I beg you...
The stream of compliments continued and continued...
And suddenly he stopped talking and started kissing me. My ear, hair, neck... A pleasant shiver ran through my body. Heat appeared in my chest... And then I felt something hard pressing against my stomach. I understood perfectly well what it was.
God! What is he doing? Has he gone crazy?
— Stop! — I wasn't asking anymore, I was pleading with him, — Don't...
I was trembling all over from desire or from excitement or from fear or from everything at once.
He took me by the hand and pulled me after him... I followed him as if under hypnosis. Everything was as if in a fog...
He literally dragged me somewhere... Finally, we stopped; he pressed my back against something and started kissing me again.
I didn't understand anything — where I was, who I was with... Kisses covered my face, hair, neck. I was trembling all over... His lips found mine and clung to them. His hard cock pressed against my stomach again. Goosebumps covered my skin...
He took my hand in his, placed it on his cock bulging from his pants, and began to stroke it with my palm.
My excitement grew more and more.
He removed his hand; now I was stroking his cock myself, without his help. And it gave me pleasure! He made some elusive movement, the barrier between the cock and my hand disappeared, and now in my hand was his hard, naked cock...
He stopped kissing me; I could feel his heavy, intermittent breathing on my skin. I lowered my eyes; the crimson head of his cock was looking at me, it was enticing me, I couldn't tear my gaze away from it. I was trembling all over; I started to lack air.
— Darling, take it! Take it in your mouth!
And he lightly pressed on my shoulders. Desire was already overwhelming me, and a light push was enough... I began to sink down, not taking my eyes off the cock. The head began to approach my face. Now it touched my chin and pressed against my lips. My mouth opened by itself, letting the cock in.
I knelt before him, tightly gripping his cock in my hand, and with great pleasure sucked and licked the head. He took my hair at the back of my head and gathered it into his fists.
From somewhere, as if from afar, music and some voices barely broke through. And this didn't bother me at all, quite the opposite...
I licked and sucked the head, swallowing the cock deeper and deeper. The head pressed against my throat. Andrei, in the literal sense, began to fuck my mouth.
It didn't last long; apparently, he, like me, had terrible excitement. Streams of semen hit the roof of my mouth, my throat. I swallowed it. Finally, the semen ended. He let me completely lick the head clean of the remaining semen.
I stood up; there was complete fog in my head.
We walked through the thicket of bushes and came out onto the alley. (Specially for .org — ) The cafe was just a couple of steps away; I was thrown into a fever. I was giving a blowjob practically by the walls of the cafe! We could have been seen! From that thought, I felt excitement again... I was thrown into a fever, then my chest became cold...
A couple of minutes and we were at the entrance to the cafe's dance floor...
He leaned towards me and whispered:
— You are simply a miracle. When your husband falls asleep, come...
And he named the room number...
I was still a bit out of it. With an unsteady gait, I immediately headed to the restroom. I washed my face with water and began to come to my senses a bit. Rinsed my mouth.
The water refreshed me, and only now did it dawn on me what had happened — I am a married woman, I just gave a blowjob to a guy I barely know.
I went to my husband and friends. As I approached our table, a tremor appeared, and with each step, it became stronger and stronger. Cold appeared inside, my cheeks burned with fire, my legs became as if not my own. But to my surprise, no one even asked where I had been. I simply collapsed onto my chair and poured myself a full glass of wine. I drank it slowly, trying not to show that something had happened. But no matter how I tried, Sergei understood that I was a bit out of it and asked:
— Len, what happened? You're all pale.
I was lost in my thoughts, and the question caught me slightly off guard.
— Nothing. Everything's fine. My head got a bit dizzy... I even went outside to get some fresh air...
— Maybe we should go to our room?
— No. I'm feeling better already.
And to my joy, he started talking with Ilya again. At that moment, I felt enormous relief.
So, no one noticed my absence... I even felt light at heart; the tremor disappeared. Only my heart was pounding wildly in my chest.
I took small sips from the glass, and before my eyes stood the cock with its crimson head... Heat rose in my lower abdomen... I wanted it, and with each minute, more strongly...
— Len, how are you?
My husband's question caught me off guard again.
— What?
— Maybe we should go to our room?
I silently nodded.
I had a strange internal state. There was enormous satisfaction, a terrible, unrelenting fear, and terrible excitement. Satisfaction from the pleasure received, and fear from the fact that we could have been discovered. Excitement... I only now realized that I wanted sex. And I wanted it so badly that it itched inside...
Sergei walked, slightly swaying; he had drunk quite a fair amount during the evening. This didn't scare me at all; I was all in anticipation of sex.
And as soon as we crossed the threshold of the room, I dragged him to the bedroom...