Holiday Friends
by Santasan

New friends on holiday unleash our exhibitionism.

I stepped out barefoot onto the hotel balcony, pulling the curtains and sliding door closed behind me so as to preserve the darkness. The balcony was quite spacious, with solid walls rather than metal railings, so it felt quite cosy. My wife, Lucy, was leaning on the wall looking out at flickering lights on the distant hills, still in the dress she had worn for dinner. I love that dress; it clings to her, and her bum looks better in it than anything else she owns.

We had a room on the sixth floor, the highest. To the left of our balcony was a rooftop terrace belonging to a full suite. To the right, more balconies formed a semi-circle that ringed the pool area and so looked down at the town, whereas ours looked out over our hotel's pool and the countryside beyond. Our room had the best view of any at the hotel. We saw a few people on the other balconies but had not seen anyone on the terrace; we assumed the suite was unoccupied. I had joked that we should jump across the gap from our balcony and enjoy the extra space, but we were high enough up that I hadn't seriously considered it.

I walked up behind Lucy and put my arms around her. She didn't turn to face me but did lean back enough for me to kiss her on the lips before gently nuzzling the side of her neck. I ran my hands over her dress, which made her moan softly and arch her back the tiniest amount. She had drunk a glass of wine with dinner and enjoyed a couple of strong cocktails after that, or she would never have been so sensual somewhere even remotely public. I was pleasantly surprised at her response, but I still knew that even though alcohol always made her a little horny, being outside on the balcony meant I would need to proceed slowly, or she would tense up and stop my hands from wandering over her body. Despite the alcohol, she still looked to check the other balconies were unoccupied. All of the nearby lights were off, and I knew Lady Luck had smiled on me.

I kept my hands away from any areas that might have raised her defences as I didn't want her to stop me entirely. I ran them over her stomach, up and down the side of her hips and down the side of her legs and only when I started to feel her move in time with my hands did I gradually started to brush against her boobs and run my thumb under the hem of her dress, even caressing her bum cheeks. I moved my hand over the front of her dress, brushing over where I knew her soft pubic hair lay. She did nothing to stop me, so I tried my luck and slid my hand under the hem of her dress to trace a finger over her lace panties. She was beginning to squirm slightly and I realised that as long as I was patient, I might get to live out one of my fantasies, at least a little. My dick had been stirring since I stepped up behind her but now it became hard in my shorts and I pushed up against her bum, pushing forward a little into the gap between her cheeks. She pushed back against me, arching her back more and her legs parted the tiniest amount, allowing my finger to move into the gap. As I touched her through her panties, I felt a slight tremor and I knew her clit was taking over her thinking for her and I could start to push things further. She was breathing heavily and could not keep still. Whilst my left and then my right hand rubbed her clit, the other was always running over her body, now including her breasts. I took a moment to lean back so that I could unclasp her bra and my hand could slip inside it and caress her smooth, firm tits. They are large, but even now in her mid-thirties, they are still firm. She normally found her nipples too sensitive to enjoy having them played with, but this time she responded with a low groan and wriggled, giving me the confidence to slip a finger inside her panties and into her dripping pussy. I couldn't believe how wet she was - I don't think she has been as wet before or since.

I started to undo my shorts and she whispered, "Let's go inside." I whispered no, but I felt her tense up as I continued to move my hand at my shorts, so I zipped them back and returned to what I had been doing. I chided myself for aiming too high but slowly she relaxed again and I was able to return my finger to her clit, using her own juices to lubricate it as I took her towards an orgasm. I could feel cum leaking inside my own pants as I did it but didn't even care as I lived out a fantasy I knew I would remember forever.

As I continued to slowly bring Lucy to climax, I knew she not only wanted it but was going to allow it. I had fantasised about exactly this moment for years and I was determined to commit every detail to memory. As I moved around, exploring my wife, my attention fell for a moment the balcony to our right. I thought I had caught the tiniest movement in the corner of my eye and I began to sense we weren't alone. The curve of the building meant I could just about see whilst I continued to kiss my wife's neck. I was sure someone was peeking out from the darkest part of the balcony. My cock twitched and stiffened even more at this development. My mind raced and my heart rate matched it. I knew this was over if Lucy realised and I wanted it so badly. I thought of doing nothing, but I had to know. I switched my kisses from one side of my wife's neck to the other, and as I did so I saw someone in the shadows of the neighbouring balcony. Only now that my eyes had adjusted to the dark could I see her. Her eyes widened as she realised she had been spotted, but with only a tiny pause I continued to finger-fuck Lucy and fondle her tits. Our voyeur relaxed when he realised her discovery was not going to end the show. My eyes were drawn down; one of her hands was at her chest, over her vest top but playing with her nipple, whilst the other was hidden behind the wall of the balcony, but I could tell from the movement of her arms that she was playing with herself down there.

With a huge effort, I tore my eyes away and continued tending to my wife's desires. It was enough to know someone was watching - I didn't need to see them. Lucy was panting and moaning now. I gripped her neck gently with one hand and kissed her fiercely. Kissing and gentle strangling both turn her on and her rhythm escalated towards what I knew would be an orgasm within seconds. I wanted to look at our voyeur but knew I couldn't risk it. Instead, I savoured the moment with Lucy and as she came with a whimper I ground my rigid cock into her arse. Our clothes were still between us, but another unfulfilled fantasy of mine is to fuck my wife's arse, and the thought of one fantasy fuelled the other as she bucked against me. Her juices soaked my fingers and she was drenched all the way down between her thighs. Her orgasm lasted for an age and I had to hold her up or she would have fallen. Her moans, despite her attempts to hold them in, had become louder to the point people passing below, five floors down, might have heard her, and I had no idea if anyone had or not. I was happy enough to know that at least one person had watched.

As her tremors subsided, Lucy turned to take me inside to finish what she had started. I had already maneuvered myself to ensure she would turn towards the terrace, not the balcony where our watcher stood. She led me in, pulling me by the waistband of my shorts. Her fingernails caught the tip of my penis, and this time the moan came from me. As she pulled me towards the sliding door, I was able to take one last glance at our admirer, who had moved further back on her own balcony so that I could see her hand rubbing quietly but furiously at her snatch, panties still in place, and the other kneading her breasts. Her eyes were closed but her mouth formed an O as she shuddered her way towards a silent orgasm of her own.

***

The next morning we slept in and missed breakfast as Lucy and I had fucked until late. Lucy had obviously been as turned on as I was by our encounter, even though she did not know about our admirer, and she made sure I was well-satisfied. She gives the best blow jobs I've ever known and was enthusiastic about making me cum as hard as she could, but only after I'd fucked her to several orgasms. None had matched the first noisy orgasm on the balcony, but thinking of being watched kept my cock hard for an age and we had made the most of it. As we fucked, I imagined us being watched again, picturing our neighbour. it had been dark at the time, but I thought I would recognise her. Younger than my wife and I; probably mid-twenties. Her hair had been blonde, or maybe a light ginger. Tall and slim, with smaller tits than my wife, but perky nipples. I wanted us to look at each other and acknowledge what we had both been a part of.

Late in the morning, Lucy and I made plans to head down to one of the pools. I was constantly fiddling with my shorts as we walked along the corridor to the elevator and my wife told me to stop playing with myself in public.

"I'll stop playing with myself in public if you let me play with you in public instead!" I told her and reached under the translucent wrap she was wearing over her swimwear. Normally I would have expected her to get a little angry, but this time she just pushed my hand away and smiled. We reached the lift and inside I gave her a long lingering kiss. I thought about trying to slide my finger somewhere wet, but I knew it was not the right time of day or drunkenness to try it, so I settled for stroking her bum as we kissed and filed the idea away for after some cocktails.

When we got to the pool, I was hoping to see our watcher there, but she was nowhere to be seen. Even without that, I couldn't stop thinking about the night before and my penis kept making itself erect inside my trunks. We had chosen the quieter of the two pools, which was reserved for adults, or I would have been worried even more about who might see the bulge!

We had been by the pool for almost two hours and my erection had come and gone what felt like a dozen times. I was pretty sure enough cum had leaked out to cover the inside of my trunks, but I checked frequently and there was no outwards sign. I was getting pretty hungry but I didn't want to walk around in case I started thinking again about the night before. When Lucy said she was hungry too, I suggested she be the one to go and bring a snack back to the pool for lunch, as I had done it the day before. I was glad she agreed, because as she was walking away, the voyeur from the night before reached the pool with her boyfriend. I was disappointed, as I quickly realised there were no sunbeds anywhere near ours even if she had wanted to position herself nearby, but I hoped she would at least stop somewhere I had a distant view. I hadn't had much chance to look the night before and I wanted to see better what the girl I had helped give herself an orgasm looked like. Instead, she and her boyfriend went not just where other bathers would hide them mostly from me, but behind a tree where I could not see them at all.

I lay back, disappointed, and although my cock was rock hard again, I tried to read my book. I re-read the same paragraph about a dozen times whilst thinking about her face as my wife pulled me into our room for blowjob. Then, I imagined just Lucy's lips around my cock as I pumped in and out, but expanded the fantasy to include both my voyeur and my wife, one sucking my cock whilst the other swallowed my balls, only pausing occasionally to lick each other and share the juices that were already seeping from my stiff dick. I realised with a start that my cock was still inside my trunks and I was beside the pool as I pulled myself back to reality, but then my voyeur and her boyfriend approached the pool. I struggled to control my breathing as they stood at the edge, not two meters from my sunbed. I was struggling to pull myself back from the fantasy I had been enjoying, but knew I wanted to absorb everything I saw of this stunning stranger and her man.

Neither looked at me, but I didn't mind them facing the pool because it meant I had a better view of her perfectly cute arse. My wife's arse is amazing, rounded and voluptuous, and the focus of most of my attention when we fuck, but this girl's rear was amazing in a different way. She was quite tall and slim and her arse was soft and petite, fitting that cliche of a peach and as pert as you can imagine, instead of full like my wife's. My wife would look better in a silk dress, I decided, but this was the perfect arse for bikini bottoms. She had the thigh gap that is fashionable these days, but it was not because she was skinny, just toned. Her boyfriend slipped into the pool without her. Part of me was slightly envious that he was the type who can get straight into a cold pool, unlike myself who has to get in slowly, gasping as the cold water gradually covers more of me! Mostly though, I was absorbed in staring at the bikini-clad bum in front of me. I worried that my staring might be too obvious, especially if Lucy came back and saw what I was staring at, but I couldn't help it. My eyes were locked in place as she adjusted her bikini bottoms. I wasn't even sure she had realised who I was, but when she bent over and adjusted her bikini bottoms at the same time, I caught more than just a glimpse of her perfect holes, as she held the material away for far longer than remotely necessary. Either she knew exactly who I was, or she was the biggest tease on the planet. She was probably as turned on by the situation as I was. She couldn't stay like that for long, but I had time to see that her pussy was glistening and wet before she stood and slipped down into the pool. As she did, she turned and looked back at me. I suppose she was checking I had been watching. I formed my mouth into an O-shape in imitation of the face she had pulled the night before. She grinned and let herself slide under the water. I watched for a while as she and her partner enjoyed the pool, but she gave me no further acknowledgment, and when Lucy returned, I had to stop watching so obviously. My mind replayed my view of her holes, pussy and arse. I couldn't shake the image of her perfect starfish and the wet snatch above it. Even after Lucy returned and I ate my lunch, I could think of nothing else. Between that and flashbacks to the balcony the night before, I knew I would remember this holiday forever.

By mid-afternoon my balls were painful as hell. I'd been on edge of cumming for hours but although I suppose I could have slipped away and pulled myself off, I wanted to save myself for an actual fuck with Lucy later. I left the pool and went to the toilets. They were inside the building that housed the indoor pool, steam room and so on, so my wife couldn't see that our voyeur was waiting for me by the indoor pool when I left the men's room. I stopped short and the look of surprise on my face was probably quite comical.

"Hi, I'm Emma." Her Irish accent was not strong, but immediately made my member swell again, despite having pissed moments before. I find Irish accents overpoweringly sexy, probably because of a night-time encounter on a football field at university with another Irish girl, but that is a story for another time.

I gawked for a moment before responding with my own name. "Uh... Peter!" Just being in proximity with this woman was giving me a tent in my trunks. Emma looked down.

"Nice to be appreciated!"

I didn't know what to say, so I just gave a kind of goofy grin.

"I need to get going," she said, "but be in the bar with your wife later. Try to sit somewhere with seats free next to you whilst the singer is on stage."

The hotel bar where my wife had drunk her cocktails the night before was very nice, with an entertainer each evening. It was where Lucy and I had enjoyed our cocktails before our balcony fun the night before. I nodded and opened my mouth to reply, but I was not in control of this situation and could think of nothing to say.

"I really need to go. My boyfriend is heading upstairs so I can suck his cock." My own cock bounced visibly inside my trunks at this. She looked around quickly. There was no-one inside and it was sunny enough outside that no-one could see in, but the floor to ceiling windows showing dozens of sun-bathers didn't make it feel that way. Emma pulled the top of her bikini down anyway, releasing her tits. "This is a thank you for last night," she said. She kept her tits out for far longer than was reasonable. Like her bum, they were smaller than my wife's, but again they were firm and stood proud. Her nipples were also tiny, but erect. Only loyalty to my wife stopped me from kneeling and taking them in my mouth to suck on them.

If I had felt out of control before, then now I felt I was in a dream that pulled me along with no control over events. My hand moved involuntarily towards my trunks and held my throbbing dick through the material.

"Nice," was all she said, as she walked away, leaving me still holding myself.

I gave myself one quick tug and it was enough to make myself gasp. I was surprised I didn't cum and took myself back to the men's room to let my raging hard-on disappear before I went back out.

***

After dinner that evening, I made sure Lucy and I went to the bar for a drink. I bought both of us an absurdly bright cocktail, tall enough to make sure it would take Lucy a while to finish and we wouldn't leave too quickly. I diverted us towards a table with four comfortable chairs around it. I couldn't focus much on either Lucy's conversation or the singer, but I did my best to appear normal. Fortunately, it wasn't long before Emma and her boyfriend appeared.

She made a pretence of looking for somewhere else to sit, but made her way over to us. "Mind if we sit here? None of the other seats have a table to rest our drinks," she said with a smile. There were free seats elsewhere, but none around a table. Lucy is always happy to meet new people, so said yes before I could even do it for us.

"Hi, I'm Emma, this is Rob." We introduced ourselves in return, and you'd never have known from Emma's face that she 'knew' us already. We made small talk about how long we'd been at the resort and where we were from, the usual stuff, then settled in to listen to that night's singer. I tried not to spend too much time focused on the view down Emma's loose top. It wasn't possible to see much, but the amount I could see was tantalising, given that I'd seen everything earlier that day. I distracted myself with my wife's tits instead, which were not much on display either, but fitted more tightly inside her dress. My cock throbbed over my balls, which had been aching on and off since late afternoon.

"Last night was better, I thought," said Emma, nodding her head slightly towards the singer, who, to be fair, was not very good. "Much more entertaining."

The singer the night before had indeed been a lot better, but my mind immediately went to the balcony, and I coughed slightly. Lucy ignored me and replied to Emma. "Definitely. This one seems bored. Last night's seemed to actually want to be here."

"A bit of passion really matters in a performance!" This time Emma was definitely referring to the balcony. I felt my still unspent cock stirring again. Fortunately the shorts I was wearing had a bit more strength to them than the trunks I had been wearing earlier and there was only a modest bulge rather than a full tent. I did notice Emma's eyes flick to it though.

Conversation drifted away again but after the singer had finally stopped punishing us, we started chatting again and quickly moved our chairs to face each other around the table. "So, have you found anywhere worth visiting in the town yet," asked Emma.

"We took a short wander around yesterday, but we haven't had time to do much yet," I replied, "but we spotted a nice rum bar I want to visit tomorrow evening."

Rob gave an appreciative nod, but as was starting to seem usual, he let Emma reply for him. "Hmmm... rum. I like rum. Perhaps I shouldn't, as it always makes me feel a little naughty, if you know what I mean!" She laughed and we all laughed a little with her.

We made plans to head to the rum bar together the next night and the conversation drifted on to other things. Emma made a few more innuendo-laden comments, each of which made me slightly turned on. I noticed Lucy was laughing at the comments too, and I wondered if it was turning her on.

After a final round of drinks, Rob announced he was going to head to bed. Emma practically bounced out of her seat. I caught a good view down her top as she stood and though they were in shadow, her nipples were erect. Lucy said she was done too, so we all headed to the lift. As we waited, Emma clung to Rob like she was drowning. Lucy must have noticed as she snuggled in closer to me too. I put my arm around her and stroked her side lightly, nothing to worry about in public, but enough to make Lucy shiver. Inside, Rob hit the button for the 5th floor and gave me a look. I told him, "Same." Almost as soon as the lift doors had closed, Emma turned to hug Rob and gave him a lingering kiss. I could feel Lucy tense slightly at the shock of it, but she quickly relaxed and my stroking turned into a gentle kneeding. In the mirrors of the lift I could see that Rob's hand had snuck under the hem of her short dress to cup one of her arse cheeks. I couldn't see the cheek itself, but memories of it by the pool rose unbidden in my mind and I felt a stab of envy. My cock, despite my balls aching again, swelled. Lucy and I looked at each other and gave a small laugh. We kissed too, though we didn't give quite the display Rob and Emma had.

We reached the top floor and all turned the same way from the elevator. "Oh, we must be almost neighbours!" said Emma. I thought back to the night before. Yes, definitely neighbours! She was literally dragging Rob along with his shirt clenched in her fist. They stopped at the door before ours, of course. "See you tomorrow!" she said to us, before turning to Rob. "Take me to bed or lose me forever, you big stud!" she said, impersonating Meg Ryan's Connecticut drawl. As soon as he had used his keycard to open the door she dragged him inside, already unbuttoning his shirt.

"Great Balls of Fire!" I mumbled, and Lucy laughed. We went into our own room and had a quick kiss before starting to get ready for bed when we heard a loud moan from next door. It was obviously Emma enjoying some attention from Rob. Lucy and I laughed and looked at each other, part-embarrassed, part-amused, part-aroused. I turned Lucy towards me and held her bum in my hands. "Did you see where Rob's hand was in the lift?" I asked.

"Yeah," she chuckled. "I was worried you would do the same when you saw!"

It was my turn to chuckle. "Would that have been so bad?"

Another loud moan came from next door. Lucy made an awkward sound that I took to mean 'maybe'. "But you can definitely grab it now," she said.

I held onto both cheeks and kissed her firmly as we listened to more moans from next door. Lucy still had her dress on, so I knelt down and pulled it up around her waist, then threw her onto the bed. I remained kneeling on the floor and pulled her legs apa\rt before diving in with my tongue to her wet snatch. She was already almost as wet as the night before and I was practically drinking her juices. I've always found Lucy delicious, so after a few licks around her lacy knickers, I pulled them off and drove my tongue as far inside of her as a could whilst I used a finger to massage her clit. I was surprised by how quickly we had reached this stage. Normally things progress much slower for us. I guess Emma's behaviour really had turned her on somewhat. Her own moans probably weren't quite as loud as Emma's, but in my imagination, they were listening to Lucy and me fuck at the same time as we listened to them. Lucy came quickly and moaned even louder, her orgasm ripping through her, but I wouldn't let up. At first, she beat at my shoulders to make me stop, the pleasure overwhelming her. She squirmed and resisted, but she let me keep licking and she continued moaning, getting louder and louder. I timed my own attentions to match the moans were hearing from next door and gave her a second and a third orgasm. Lucy is lucky that she can normally cum a few times each time we fuck, but I'd never before known her to cum so many times in such quick succession. I didn't even have a chance to quickly lick her arsehole or at least play around with a finger the way I often like to. Even as she came each time, we heard the sounds from next door and we were both driven to more.

After her third orgasm, Lucy sat up on the edge of the bed and pushed me backwards, making me stand and taking my place on the floor. Her face was flushed and read, as if she had run a marathon. She practically tore my shorts open and pulled them down. Before I even had a chance to step out of them, she knelt down in front of me and took my cock in her mouth. Lucy gives amazing head but rarely shows much enthusiasm for gobbling on my dick. She often reciprocates, but I never felt sucking on me aroused her the same way it did for me when I licked and sucked on her. She seemed so desperate to suck that she could barely find time to hold back and lick under the tip, but when she did the pressure of the day was almost too much. I begged her to slow down so that I could enjoy it longer and she took my balls, one at a time, into her mouth and sucked there instead. She was grabbing my arse cheeks, one in each hand whilst my hands clasped her head, letting her dictate the rhythm but pulling her as far on to me as her tight throat would allow. I groaned and at the same time heard a similar sound from next door. I guessed Rob was getting the same sort of attention.

Lucy stopped playing with my balls and returned to sucking on my dick. As she did, she slid a finger in between my arse-cheeks and poked at my own hole. She does this so rarely that I never expect it, and it brought me so close to cumming that I gasped. As she applied pressure, I felt my orgasm welling up deep in my balls. With one finger on my hole, another hand cupping my balls and my cock deep in her throat, she must have felt me cumming, because she did something she has never deliberately done before and pulled me out as she pumped my shaft with one hand and arsehole with another to make me cum all over her face.

My cocked throbbed and danced as it spurted my goo all over her. I groaned loudly as I came, increasing the volume a little in the hope that Rob and Emma would hear. The amount of cum was incredible. It had been building all day and her face was covered with it. My hands were still holding her head and I used them to tenderly rub some of my cum into her skin. She laughed and I smeared my juices over more of her face. I pulled her up, and as I did so I stuck a hand between her legs again to get more of her juices. I sucked it from my fingers and back of my hand and smeared it over my face, then kissed Lucy passionately, letting my cum smear over both of our faces, and mixing with the juices that had just come from her pussy. In the space of two nights, two of my fantasies had become real. Bringing my wife to orgasm in public one night, then cumming on her face and licking our juiced from her the next.

We collapsed to the bed, still shaking. Both of us were gasping from breath. Her hand reached for my dick and felt that I was still hard. Her touch was too much and I had to pull away. We both laughed. I gently caressed her face, smoothing away patches of my cum which I alternately fed to her and ate myself.

"Do you think they heard us?" asked Lucy.

"I hope so, after the noise we made!" We both giggled again, wondering at our own naughtiness. After last night and tonight, I was wondering if something in Lucy had been unleashed. Her hand wandered back to my dick again and although it had softened a bit, it was still close to erect and her gentle ministrations brought it back to fully erect easily.

"I don't know how quickly I'll be able to cum again," I said.

"I don't care," she said, "I just want to feel you inside of me. On my face is... nice, but in me is better."

We fucked again, gently and more quietly this time, just for each other, not anyone else listening. We each licked the juices from each other's faces as I slid my pole in and out of her wet cave, then had a long, lingering kiss to enjoy the flavours. Eventually, after an hour of gentle sex, I came calmly again after Lucy had had a couple more relaxing orgasms, and we fell asleep with me inside of her, juices still covering us.