The Holiday (Part One)

Sensuality by Павел Рыженков

She lay on the big bed watching her husband dress and finish packing his bag. Her hair was still wet from their shared shower and her naked body still tingled from the attention she had received in that shower. She could still feel him inside of her if she closed her eyes, but that feeling was fading and now he was leaving her here on holiday by herself.

"Are you sure you have to go?" she frowned.

He sat on the bed next to her, caressing her cheek softly. "I'm sorry sweetheart. It will only take a day or two to sort out and then I will be back."

He leaned in to kiss her and she felt herself stir as his hand floated down her neck and cupped her breast.

"That's not fair," she smiled. "You can't get me all worked up again and then desert me."

"You're right," he kissed her forehead and stood up. "You won't be completely deserted though," he said casually as he picked up his bag and walked toward the door. She could hear the smile even though she couldn't see his face.

"Oh really? What have you been up to Mr A?"

"Well, I didn't want you to be lonely," he turned to look at her as he reached the door. "This is such a lovely, sexy place it would be a shame not to share it with someone."

Her eyes narrowed and she broke into a grin, waiting for him to continue.

"I took the liberty of inviting someone to keep you company while I am gone," he winked at her and laughed. "I'm sure she will keep you entertained." What a cheeky, gorgeous man I married she smiled to herself.


She put on her sunglasses and went out to their private pool. They had rented a secluded villa on the island and as such, there was no need for a bikini. There was a full range of staff available, but they tended to stay out of the way until called for. She lay on the daybed in the warm morning sun, letting it relax and soothe her as she drifted off to sleep. Feather light touches pulled at her, tempting her into wakefulness. They teased her nipples and she moaned softly as she drifted upwards towards consciousness. When her eyes opened she was looking into the grey, blue eyes of Emma. She was biting her lip, grinning as she continued to circle the hardened nipples of Mrs A. Emma had discarded her clothes upon arriving and now lounged on the bed with her glorious body on display.

"Hello there sleepy," Emma teased. "It seems your gorgeous husband thought you might be lonely here. I must say I'm glad he thought of me, I need a little holiday fun."

Mrs A smiled back at her and rolled on top of Emma, pressing her mouth onto the soft, inviting lips. Their bodies were warm from the sun and seemed to melt together as they kissed. Soon the heat inside rose to match that coming from above and Mrs A climbed off the bed and pulled a breathless Emma towards the pool. They eased into the cool water, welcoming the relief it brought to their overheated skin. Mrs A leaned against the edge of the pool, the water lapping at her breasts. She closed her eyes, enjoying the feel of the cool water tickling her nipples into hardened peaks. She sensed Emma approaching but kept her eyes closed, preferring to feel rather than see. She felt the soft hands on her hips, pulling her close. Then the warm lips on her neck, trailing soft kisses up to her parted lips. The tip of Emma's tongue found hers and began a slow, circling dance that sent shivers down her spine. Soon, their bodies began to weave around each other like ivy. Legs and arms intertwined while fingers and hands explored and claimed. The feel of wet, smooth skin sliding against hers had her tingling all over. All the while, they kissed, alternating between slow and deep to light and teasing. The throbbing ache grew within her, demanding release. As if reading her mind, Emma's hand slid between her legs and she gratefully pushed against the fingers as they began to circle.

"Cum for me beautiful," Emma whispered in her ear.

Any thought of holding back dissolved with that whispered demand and she cried out as she surrendered to it. When she opened her eyes again, Emma's eyes were alight with desire and she was only too happy to oblige. She wrapped Emma's legs around her waist and began to tease her nipples with her tongue, flicking and circling then taking them in and sucking them gently. She moved towards the step as she did so and by the time she got there, Emma was grinding against her and moaning softly. She moved Emma's legs and spun her around, pulling her onto her lap as she sat down.  She began to run her tongue along Emma's spine as she slid her fingers between the warm, soft folds of Emma's pussy. Her other hand found Emma's nipple and began to roll and pinch it. Emma leaned back into her and now it was her turn to whisper all manner of naughty things as she brought her lover closer and closer to the edge.

"Kiss me, while you cum," commanded Mrs A quietly.

Emma turned and parted her lips, eagerly accepting the tongue as the orgasm rushed through her. When she had stilled, Mrs A released her and they climbed out of the pool, eager for the warmth of the daybed. Mrs A padded inside and returned with thick towels which she spread over the bed. They lay facing each other, letting the sun warm them as they chatted and softly stroked each other. A noise behind them had them both looking up into the wide eyes of a young waiter.

"I'm so sorry, Mrs A," the young man stammered, unable to keep his eyes off of the two women in front of him. "Did you order champagne?"

"Yes, thank you lovely," she smiled up at him. "Would you mind pouring it for us please? I seem to have my hands full here."

Emma giggled beside her, her fingers still caressing Mrs A's bottom.

When the champagne had been poured and set on the table next to them, the young waiter turned reluctantly to leave.

"Will you be needing anything else then?" he asked hopefully.

"Oh I think I've got all I need right here for the moment. But I will make sure to ring if I think of anything."