He is not described because he appears as you did when you were forty, or will when you are forty. And women, he is the man who made you wet when he first touched you.
It wasn't a nude resort but the hotel had an Adults Only pool on the roof, clothing optional. Katie had gone shopping and he had decided to check it out.
He lay there by the pool wearing only sunglasses. This early in the morning none of the other hotel guests were up and he was alone in his nudity.
Behind his glasses, he secretly watched as a woman entered on the other side of the pool, faced him and removed her robe. She was neither tall nor short. Her hair was brown, curled at her shoulders. She was probably in her mid forties but in fairly good shape. Her breasts were medium sized with brown circles. She was shaved, her slit showing. She was carrying a bit of weight in her waist and thighs, but she was still a beautiful woman. And she knew it.
She walked, no, strutted around the pool to the lounge next to his, tossed her robe and sat.
"I am joining you, yes?" He didn't recognize her accent, possibly East European.
"Of course. I'm Carl. Company is always welcome."
"I'm Sondra." She leaned over and kissed his lips, her tits hanging just above him. He lifted his hands to cup them.
"No, no. Kiss okay, but not allow touch."
She lay back on the lounge, slathered on suntan oil. It seemed she gave special attention to her nipples, rubbing and pinching them. She rubbed oil on her thighs and between her legs, even into her crease.
He thought, 'I would have happily done that for her.'
"You are alone?"
"Yes. I mean, my wife is out shopping, wearing out a credit card or two."
"It appeared you appreciate my being here."
It was difficult to hide his erection.
"It is difficult not to find pleasure in seeing a beautiful woman."
She lay back, enjoying the sun.
After a few moments, he decided he didn't want to embarrass himself any further, stood and dove into the pool hoping the water was cold enough to discourage his ardor. He swam for a bit and when he came up, she was sitting on the side of the pool. As he approached, she spread her legs, giving him and excellent view. He made it a point to swim to her side and rest his arms on the edge next to her.
"The water is cold?" she asked.
It was cool enough to relax his erection but seeing her legs spread brought it back.. "No, it's fine. Come on in."
"No, I think we go to your room."
He laughed, "Wonderful invitation, but my wife could be back anytime."
"She will join us?"
"I don't think so. I don't think she's ever been with a woman."
"I will seduce her."
"Okay with me, but I don't think finding you in her bed would be the best way to start a relationship. Your room?"
"My roommate probably still sleeping. We go see if we send her away."
Out of the water, he helped her into her robe and put on his.
Alone in the elevator she opened both robes, wrapped her arms around him and kissed, pressing her body against him. He responded and pressed his erection against her. They held hands as they walked down the hall. She opened the door and called, "Monique?"
Monique came in from the balcony. "Don't yell. My head hurts."
She was wearing a sleep shirt that barely reached her thighs and her nipples were evident. Her blonde hair was tousled and there were bags beneath her eyes. She was heavier than Sondra; bigger boobs, bigger ass.
"This is Carl. He will fuck one of us and eat the other. Which do you choose?"
"Neither. I'm going to go get a cup of coffee."
She went over to a suitcase, found a tee shirt and pulled off the sleep top. He had a view of her broad ass and glimpsed her large tits and their little pink nipples. She scrounged around the floor and found some shorts. She sat on the side of the bed and pulled on the shorts, giving him a quick peek at her trimmed bush.
As she pushed her feet into her sandals and stood, she said, "Eat her first. She really tastes good when she's fresh."
As she left, Sondra asked, "You like a drink? There is Vodka from last night."
"What happened last night? You and Monique?"
No, sometimes, but not last night. We went to dinner and dancing at the taverna. I come back early. I awakened by voices outside and think Monique bringing someone back to room. I slipped out to balcony. They drinking vodka and being noisy. They fell on bed and guy began fucking her and she screaming."
"Why didn't you stop him?"
"Oh, no. She screaming, 'fuck me, fuck me, harder, harder.' If he hurting her, she enjoying it."
"And you just watched?"
"Well, I bring myself off a couple of times, just listening and fingering." She smiled, remembering. "When he left, I make ice pack and she hold it on pussy and I cradle her until she fall asleep."
She walked over to where he was sitting and placed her hand on his neck. "You like some vodka?"
"No, Monique mentioned fresh pussy. You have any of that?"
"It fresh this morning. You like a taste?"
"Yes."
She opened her robe, ran a finger through her cleft and offered it for his inspection. It was wet and he inhaled the delicious fragrance then sucked her finger clean. "Tastes like more."
She tossed the robe aside and lay down on the bed, her legs spread.
He tossed his robe and climbed between her legs and began nibbling on her nipples.
"You not going to eat me?"
"Oh, yes. Your tits are appetizers, like caviar before the champagne of your cunt."
He sucked and nibbled as she cooed and moaned. "Oh, very nice. I like. Harder. Oh, you bite it off, then what you have to play with? Oh, oh. Yes."
He felt her shiver, promising an orgasm soon. He moved down to her belly button, an innie, and tongued it.
When he began kissing her thighs she begged, "Please, please."
When he ran his tongue inside her crease, she moaned, "Oh, yes."
He tapped her clit with his tongue and she shook and growled, he hoped with an orgasm. With his hands under ass, he lifted her up, spreading her lips. He nibbled on one side and then the other. He nibbled on the inner lips and worked his way back to her button. Again she shook.
"Yes, I love your tongue. There, again." She shook.
He moved one hand into the crease of her ass, a finger touching her anus, and brought the other around and inserted two fingers into her puss. He curled them up, searching for her g-spot.
"Yes, Yes. There, that's it." She pushed up against his hand, his mouth. And she gushed. A delicious champagne.
"Please, now you fuck me. Hard." She pulled him on top of her.
He had both hands on her ass, a finger stroking her anus. She reached down, grabbed his cock and pulled him, guided him, into her.
He did not hesitate, but drove all the way in with the first stroke.
"Aiii. Fuck. Me."
A request or a curse, he didn't care. He obeyed.
"Your finger. Push it in."
Hers was not a virgin asshole. He was easily able to insert a finger but it was still tight. He pushed in to her ass as he drove in to puss.
"Oh, damn. Yes. Fuck me. Harder."
He had made love to Katie before she went shopping so he wasn't in a hurry. He stroked in and out. Leaned forward and kissed her tits, fingered her ass.
She held her breath. "Now hold me right there."
She froze and clamped down on his cock and he lost it, shooting again and again deep inside her.
He continued to pump in and out until he softened and slipped out. He fell down beside her.
When her breathing had returned to normal, she curled against him and said. "Fuck me."
"I did, and I will, but give me a few minutes."
They both laughed. She left the bed, her fanny bouncing as she walked away and tits bouncing as she returned with the Vodka. She sat cross-legged on the bed and took a swallow from the bottle and handed it to him.
"Recharge."
He took his swig, "The vodka's good, but looking at your body is going to help me recharge faster."
"Oh, perhaps you need massage?" She reached over and caressed his cock, slowly stroking until it began to recover. She leaned forward, kissed and caressed as it grew.
She set back and smiled, "It need to be very hard because I want it in my ass. Can you do that?"
"If that's what you want." You just damn betcha.
She leaned forward again, sucking and licking. Her attention and thoughts of her ass helped him get hard quickly.
