A Summer Of Sex

I'd like to tell you about an episode of my earlier life, when I was young and vigorous, rather than the staid middle-aged father of three that I am now. Not that I'm unhappy, you understand; I love my wife and daughters. But you may be interested in my memories.

In the 1990s I was very fit, very athletic, completely free and obsessed by sex. I wanted it all the time, in as many ways as I could get it. I was fairly successful, too. I don't suppose I was or am now particularly attractive, but if you ask enough girls, some will say yes. I asked almost every girl I encountered. Quite a lot said yes.

The particular episode I want to recount happened when I was living on a small Greek island for the summer. I'd saved all my earnings from the previous winter, so I didn't have to work. I rented a one-room apartment next to a beach. In typical Greek fashion, the patio area of my apartment ran un-demarcated into a public area on which there was a cold-water shower fitted to allow people to wash off the seawater after swimming; one of those with a plunger you pressed and held to activate the water. Needless to say I used to sit and watch the girls rinse themselves off after swimming. It was a good way to introduce myself to them, let them know I had an apartment to myself and ask them out, if I sensed any attraction on their part.

I must stress that all my adventures with girls then were entirely conventional. I would ask them out, show them a good time and seduce them if I could. I was patient, considerate and generous. Sometimes it was a one-nighter, sometimes several nights, sometimes the whole two weeks of their holiday. It was fun.

One morning, a girl I hadn't seen before walked up to the shower from the beach.

I think the confirmed girl-watchers reading this will agree that there are some girls who, though they may not be classed as beautiful, have an instant effect on the male libido. Just one glimpse makes you horny! This girl was one of those. She was certainly attractive. Her hair was long; that colour somewhere between red and auburn often called strawberry blonde. Her skin was clear and tanned. Her breasts were big, but not huge, her nipples prominent through the wet bikini top. Her bum was also prominent; squareish and chunky, set on wide hips. Her legs were shapely. Overall, she was well-proportioned, curvy and well-toned but not athletically so. Her face was oval, her nose straight and long, her eyes big, green and brilliant. Her lips were full and lush. Immediately, I wanted her.

I smiled at her, she smiled back with more than a flicker of interest, I thought. She was wearing a wedding ring, but that didn't deter me. I was interested in sex not a long-term relationship. I wouldn't be breaking up any happy homes.

The girl pressed the plunger, but no water came out. That wasn't an infrequent occurrence.

"The shower's not working!" she called to me.

I shrugged.

"Nothing to do with me, love. Sorry."

"Oh God. I hate being sticky!" she pushed the plunger angrily, but still no water appeared.

Here's where something different happened. The idea of offering her my shower instantly came into my head. Usually it would have been a genuine no-strings offer, but in this case something in her eyes and I suppose, something in me made me say this.

"You can use my shower if you like. For a price."

"A price? What price?"

I looked her up and down not hiding my appreciation of her body.

"An hour in bed. With me."

"Are you kidding? What are you some kind of pervert?"

I don't know what on Earth made me say next:

"It takes one to know one, love. How about it?"

I really thought she'd get angry and storm off but when she looked at her watch, I realised with a shock that she was considering it.

"Oh, shit. Well I hate being salty, so ok then."

I tried reasonably successfully to hide my shock, I think. Standing, I gestured into the apartment.

"This way." I led her to the bathroom and turned on the shower. "There you go."

She looked at me for a second or two, then stripped off her bikini and stepped into the shower. Her bum and tits were even better than they'd looked with her bikini on.

I fetched a couple of clean towels, then retreated to the bedroom, which was also the living-room. I closed the French windows and curtains, still not really believing she'd come across. I paced around nervously.

She came out of the bathroom a few minutes later wrapped in a towel, with another one around her head, like a turban.

"Take that towel off your head, I'll dry your hair for you," I said picking up the hair dryer I kept for the girls who stayed there.

Surprisingly she did as she was told, so I took a hairbrush and gently brushed her long strawberry-blonde hair as I played the dryer over it. It didn't take long to dry. I put down the dryer and, from behind, began using the towel to dry her off. She made no objection. In fact her breathing became heavier. Once she was reasonably dry I began to caress her tits through the towel. I felt her nipples harden.

"Ok, sweetheart, a deal's a deal. Get into bed." I said as I stripped the towel off her. She opened her mouth to say something.

"Save your breath, babe. Get into bed."

To my amazement she did just that. Once she'd settled in under the sheet, I stripped that off her as well.

"I want to see you. You're gorgeous." I undressed slowly, giving her time to see my fit body, and my cock which is about seven inches fully erect. Not outrageously big but impressive enough for most girls without being intimidating. I climbed on to the bed and lay on my side next to her.

I began to caress her body, starting with her neck and shoulders adding small kisses as my hand moved downwards. She gave up any pretence of modesty or coyness. I bypassed her tits for the moment even though her hard nipples showed that they were ready for some action. I ran my hands over the lovely full curves of her flanks, her flat belly and her thighs, but avoided her cunt for now. She seemed very relaxed, looking me straight in the eye. I kissed her lips. She didn't respond for a few seconds but then kissed me back hungrily. Soon our tongues were entwined and my hands were gently squeezing her big, firm tits. Her hand went to my cock, but I took it off, saying,

"Not yet. I want to get you properly turned on first."

Now was the time to start on her cunt. I ran my hand down her belly and onto her mound. It was very hairy. She was already moist. I squeezed gently; she moaned and pushed herself against my hand. I slipped a finger inside her. It went in easily, so I added a second. Her eyes were closed and she was moaning softly as I gently thrust in and out with my fingers. My thumb found her clit and began circling it. I bent and sucked her nipple. Her breathing became more rapid and her hips thrust against my hand. I slowed down as I didn't want her to come yet. I kissed her; she sucked my tongue in, her eyes pleading for more. I pulled my fingers out, mounted her and slipped the head of my cock inside her. She gasped and shuddered. I thought she was going to come, but she managed to hold back. I pushed further in until I was hard against her mound. Then I began thrusting in earnest, pulling almost right out and ramming my cock back in. She came noisily after just a few minutes. I stopped, still hard, until she recovered. I tentatively thrust again. Some women need time to recover between orgasms; this one didn't. As soon as I pushed in she was high again, bucking under me and pushing her hips against mine as hard as she could. We worked up a good speed, moving in perfect synchronisation bringing us both to a climax at the same time.

I sank down on top of her.

"Christ! That was good!"

"Yeah!" she replied breathing heavily.

She moved as if to get out from under me.

"Keep still! That's only been half-an-hour. The price is one hour." I thought she'd struggle, in which case I'd have let her up, of course, but she just sighed and lay still. I propped myself up on my elbows to look her in the face. I felt my cock harden again. So did she. She gasped in surprise. I didn't say anything but just began thrusting again going faster and faster until I was fucking her like a jackhammer. As I'd already come once it took me much longer to reach a climax the second time. I felt her come more than once, but I wasn't really taking notice. Eventually I shot another load inside her and collapsed.

"Jesus!" was all I could say. She said nothing for a long time as we lay, my cock softening. After some time it slipped out of her along with a cascade of semen.

"I have to go," she whispered, "Can I have another shower?"

"Of course," I answered rolling off her, "help yourself."

I lay still for a while listening. When the water stopped I climbed out of bed and went into the bathroom. She hadn't locked the door.

She was drying herself.

"That's another hour you owe me."

She stopped and scowled at me.

"You knew the price before you went in. Same time tomorrow, babe." I turned to walk off, then thought of something, "What's your name, babe?"

"Janine!" she almost spat it at me.

"I'm Joe. See you tomorrow." I turned away again, then thought of something and turned back. "Oh, babe, shave that pussy."

I pulled some clothes on and resumed my place on the patio. I heard her walk off but didn't look; she said nothing.

After she'd gone I went and showered myself, masturbating furiously at the memory of our encounter. I couldn't quite believe what had happened. I'd never behaved like a dom before! It had felt so good, I knew I wanted more. But would she come back? I seriously doubted it. It must have been some kind of one-off adventure for her. Perhaps her marriage had gone stale. Or perhaps she would come back. Perhaps she did this kind of thing all the time? What would I do if she did return? I had no previous experience of dominance.

Looking on the internet, I was mostly repulsed by what I found on the subject. It seemed to be mostly a way of practising sadism, or simple abuse. I didn't want that, I wanted control, not humiliation or subjugation. I amused and aroused myself by thinking of techniques I might use to control yet excite her if she came back.

Next day, a Friday, she did just that. I was sitting in my chair on the patio when she strolled up looking a little nervous. She looked stunning in an orange beach dress.

"Oh, hi babe," I said casually, "There you are. Go and get undressed and stand by the bed. I'll be with you in a minute." She shot a look of annoyance at me but went inside. I sat for another few minutes before going inside. She was stood by the bed alright, but she had only stripped to her underwear. I could see why. She had on a small, lacy bra in light blue. Her nipples were visible through it. That was partnered by a matching pair of briefs, high cut to show off her beautiful buttocks and almost thong-thin in front. She'd dressed to impress me. I liked it.

"Well, look at you," I said approaching her. I took her gently by the shoulders and pulled her close for a kiss. She responded enthusiastically. I ran my hands down her back and squeezed her glorious bum. "I have some plans for you today, babe," I said gently caressing her tits. "Let's have this off for a start, shall we?" I reached behind her and undid her bra. She shuddered. I slipped it off and her lovely firm tits fell into my hands. I squeezed and caressed them until her nipples hardened.

"Give me your hands."

With a look of surprise she did so. I took a length of soft cord out of my pocket and tied her wrists together.

"Wha-? She began.

"Don't talk. I'm going to tie you up and give you the fucking of your life. Trust me."

I hadn't believed for a minute beforehand that she'd accept this, but to my complete astonishment she did. At least she didn't resist, she said nothing at all, in fact. I bundled her onto the bed, tying her joined wrists to the headboard, which was, conveniently, a barred one. I caressed and sucked her tits for a few minutes, noting her growing arousal. Then I squeezed her mound.

"Shall we see what's happening down here, babe?" I slipped my fingers under the waistband of her knickers and slid them down her thighs. She lifted her bum to assist. Her pussy had been shaved almost completely, leaving just a small rectangular patch of hair.

"Oh, babe, that's just gorgeous." I slid the panties off, tossed them aside and began stroking her thigh. Her legs parted as I moved to her inner thigh. She was breathing heavily. I squeezed her mound again making her arch her back in response. But I moved away, reaching for the lengths of cord I'd tied to the footboard of the bed beforehand. I quickly attached one to each ankle, easily overcoming some very mild resistance on her part. She was now spread-eagled. Her eyes were wide and her breathing was short and loud. I placed one finger on her cunt lips, circling it gently around her outer labia. She cried out a sort of strangled "Ahhh!" I continued slowly, sometimes bending to suck or gently bite her nipples. When I felt she was near a climax I stopped touching her cunt and squeezed her tits instead. She was crying out, gasping and groaning continuously now. I pushed a finger into her vulva, finding it moist. I ran my finger around inside her labia but outside her vagina for a long time. She was arching her back, pulling on her restraints and making incoherent sounds, some of which sounded like, "Yes!", "No!", "Oh, God!", and either "Stop!" or Don't stop!" I carried on regardless. When I finally penetrated her vagina it was sopping wet. I slipped two fingers in easily. She came almost instantly; a long shuddering, arching, screaming orgasm. I love making women come, and this was one of the best climaxes I'd ever seen. And I hadn't yet touched her clit, never mind fuck her.

Once she'd recovered a little, I found her clit and began circling it with a finger. She was very quickly near orgasm again. I nibbled her ears, kissed her neck, sucked greedily on her tongue before finally I mounted her. She came again as I very slowly penetrated her. I fucked her very slowly, pulling out right to the tip of my cock before pushing in all the way. She seemed to be off in another world by this time, her eyes rolled up into her head, her toes curling and her voice reduced to a croak. I decided it was time to finish off, so I speeded up my thrusting and came to a very satisfying climax a few minutes later. I rolled off her and lay and watching as she recovered.

"Jesus Christ!" was all she could breathlessly say.

I kissed her gently thinking that there was nothing more beautiful than a post-coital woman, and this one was more beautiful than any of the dozens of others I'd had.

"You're beautiful, Janine," I said, "but you need a shower. Come on." I untied her legs then her arms, but as she sat up I retied her wrists behind her back.

"Wha_?", she began again.

"Shush. Come with me."

I took her into the bathroom, turned on the shower, the handset, not the overhead and when it was at a good temperature I helped her in as it's very difficult to negotiate a shower with your hands tied. I held her close from behind, lifted the handset and began to play it over her body starting with her nipples, moving up to her neck (a fine spray on the back of the neck is very stimulating), back down to her nipples and on across her stomach. She obligingly opened her legs as I adjusted the spray to a narrow stream and played it on her clit and cunt. She threw her head backwards and almost collapsed. I held her up with my arm under her tits. Her bound hands managed to find my cock and balls and squeeze then gently. I was a little apprehensive that she'd take the opportunity to do some damage, but she didn't even stroke or squeeze them; she just held them.

I could have had her again, there and then, but I wanted to send her away wanting more, so I turned off the shower helped her out and towelled her off. Her nipples were still erect as I put the towel aside so I took one between each finger and thumb and squeezed and rolled them.

"Well, babe, you're still hot aren't you? Sorry, but your hour's up. I guess hubby's going to get the time of his life tonight, right? Turn round." She scowled over her shoulder as I untied her hands and sent her off with a pat on the bum.

I dried myself off then went into the bedroom as she was tidying her hair, fully dressed. I admired her for a little while then said: "Tuesday, two o'clock, babe."

She gave me a non-committal, slightly surprised look then left without a word.

I'd decided that seeing her over the weekend was probably impractical as her husband would most likely be home. I didn't want any complications of that sort, and I assumed neither did she. So I had my normal weekend, i.e. hooking up with a girl on both Friday and Saturday. But my heart wasn't in it. I wanted Janine. I had some ideas of what I wanted to do with her, things I'd never done before with any woman.

I had no idea whether she'd show up on Tuesday so I was very nervous all day Monday and Tuesday morning. But then there she was.

"Hi, babe. You look gorgeous. Come inside." As usual she was silent. I led her straight to the bedroom and began undressing her. Her dress today, a deep yellow thing was front-fastening, so undoing it and revealing her was a great pleasure. I could see desire in her eyes as her clothes came off. Her underwear today was more substantial. A pair of what I think are called French Knickers, very lacy with a matching bra. By the time they were on the floor she was breathing heavily her nipples hard and her tits heaving. Gorgeous! I thought.

When I picked up the piece of rope, she put her wrists together to be tied up without hesitation. I put her on the bed tying her hands to the headboard again, but this time I took another piece of rope I'd previously tied to the head board, lifted and bent her leg and tied the rope behind her knee. When I'd done the other one she had her knees up around her ears and her legs were spread as wide as they could be. Her cunt was exposed and stretched slightly open. It was glistening with her arousal fluids. She'd raised no objections to all this activity; her breathing had become more pronounced and her eyes were wide.

I stroked her cunt gently, she almost came straight away, so I stopped and sucked her nipples for a while. When she'd calmed down a little I changed position and slowly licked her cunt from top to bottom. Again she almost came. I stopped again. This continued for the whole hour. I sucked, fingered and licked her keeping her on the edge of orgasm the whole time. Her eyes were rolled back, her toes curled and she strained against the ropes making mostly incoherent noises. The odd word came through; "Jesus!", "Oh, stop!", "Please!" and "More!" I took them all as signs of encouragement. Finally I sucked her off. I thought she might pass out she came so hard. As she recovered I slipped my cock inside her and fucked her gently until I came too, which wasn't long as I was so turned on.

I let her recover for a while, then untying her I said: "You'd best go and shower, babe, your hour's up."

She shot me a resentful look, but said nothing as she headed for the shower. I lay back, exhausted, but more satisfied than I'd ever been. What a woman!

When she came out of the shower, I was still lying in bed. I watched admiringly as she dressed ( I find women dressing almost as sexy as them undressing).

"Thursday, Janine, same time," I said.

"I can't do Thursday..." she started.

"Thursday, Janine, same time," I said again, more forcefully.

She scowled at me and left.

She came back Thursday, as she did every other day I ordered her to. Our affair was intense. I trussed her up in various ways some more pleasing than others (to me that is, she never balked or complained at anything.) I think both our favourite was the set-up described above, with her legs tied back leaving me total access to her spread cunt. We did this more often than anything else.