Authors note: This story contains unsafe sex practices. It is purely a work of fantasy, and should be enjoyed as such, not a real-life situation where people must be more careful.
Stacy and Leigh are the same characters from my earlier stories, but it is necessary to use their names in this story.
Holiday Heat
Being a couple that constantly worked hard, Stacy and Leigh found that time to relax was in precious short supply. It became a sudden realisation that they hadn't had a proper holiday in 2 years.
After a bit of research into possibilities, it was decided on The Seychelles, a tropical archipelago in the western Indian Ocean.
A week in the beautiful island paradise flew by, staying is a luxurious 5-star resort, taking in the sights, snorkelling in crystal clear azure waters, eating fantastic seafood and, of course, fucking each other's brains out.
The piece di resistance came on the last full day staying at the resort. A day booked in a completely private open fronted beach cabana. This was a perk that cost a lot of money but ensured two things.
The first was complete privacy: the cabanas were fully 50 metres away from any other buildings in the resort and faced a private beach, on which it was forbidden for staff and other guests to walk along. And they were separated from each other by 20 metres and thick screens of waving green palm trees.
The second was an exclusive attendant, who worked solely for the people in their assigned villa. This meant bringing (via electric golf cart), anything the people may require, throughout the day. The food and alcohol were prearranged to the requirements of the couple, so when they arrived in the detached beachfront villa, they had everything on hand. All that was needed was to let their attendant know, via text message, when they wanted to take their lunch and if they wanted anything else.
The morning of their stay in the villa, the weather was hot, with a slight breeze. They reported to the lobby of the resort to be picked up by their attendant, who, on this day, happened to be Veronique, a breathtakingly beautiful native of the Seychelles. 24 years old, she had striking features that they both noticed when she introduced herself.
During the ride down to the villa, they couple caught each other's eye. He could see a flame burning in her eye and she looked deep into his, knowing exactly what he was thinking.
The private abode was everything one could hope for. It had a comfortable day bed that was right near the open front, affording a sense of exposure even though it was private. A bathroom and a kitchenette, all blended into a timeless island style.
Veronique bade them farewell, with strict instructions to message her if they needed anything.
A cocktail in hand, the waved goodbye and started to fully relax.
Throughout the day, they lay the villa and walked their part of the private beach and went for a quick swim. A shower, another cocktail was had, then lunch was ordered.
Veronique brought down the amazing platter of food and left them with a small gift basket, which contained, among other things, edible vanilla massage oil.
Being well versed in the curves of his wife's body, her request of a massage was well within his repertoire of skills, he lifted her up and laid her gently on her front on the day bed. She lay there, naked and awaited his touch. He squeezed a small amount of the oil onto his hand and started to rub it on to her skin. Starting on her legs working his way up around her butt and rubbed his large hands over her back. She loved the feeling of his touch; it always made her melt.
When enough time had been spent on the normal massage, it was time to step things up a notch. His well lubed hands slid slowly down to her shapely buttocks, his fingers winding in between her upper thighs. He could feel the extreme heat radiating from her. Knowing how wet she would be, his fingers paused at the edge of her pussy, before sliding in amongst the pink folds. One of the best feelings known to man, natural feminine lubrication, greeted him. She moaned as his strong fingers entered her from behind, and he spent a few moments enjoying the sight of his fingers gently slipping in and out of her.
He pulled back and indicated that she should roll over onto her back. She looked at him lovingly, taking in the sight of his nude frame and incredibly hard cock. He bent down and slid his hands onto her body again, this time up onto her perfect shaped tits. The oil on his hands and her immense arousal made her nipples super sensitive. He took his time on each one, tracing his fingertips around them until they were standing up then pinched each one between a thumb and forefinger, first with little pressure and then increasing until her breathing was ragged. An attack on her nipples was one of her favourite kinds of foreplay and she was more than ready to be deeply fucked.
In the moments before the inevitable penetration of her glorious, hot and juicy hole, he took pause to do two things. Firstly, he bent down to her chest and took her left nipple in his mouth. It's shape and firmness felt fantastic on his lips and the taste of the vanilla oil was a nice addition to normal. He swirled his tongue around it, making her moan. She gripped the back of his head and pulled him closer down. This was a favourite part of their lovemaking, and never ceased to add extra spark.
A final few second of licking the perfect projection and he slowly withdrew downwards to the middle of her legs. He hadn't intended to eat her pussy this time, so he just wanted a quick taste of the mix of her, the sweat and the oil. However, as his mouth closed over her glistening slit, an explosion went off inside him, the taste, the smell, her reaction caused him to forget his intentions.
He attacked that tight opening like a man possessed. The intensity of his tonguing snapped her back to reality, she sat up slightly to look down at the top of his head, moving violently between her legs, with a surprised look on her face. It was as if he had never eaten a meal in his life and here was the sweetest dish. (And honestly, who would disagree?) She flopped back down on the day bed and let the pleasure wash over her. The feeling of his efforts was unlike his usual style, which she adored. It was so direct and forceful, as though he would consume her, pleasure rapidly overwhelmed her and she came strongly in his mouth.
As the waves of orgasm subsided, and he looked up at her sheepishly... "Sorry, I couldn't help myself" "Don't be sorry, honey." She spoke. "Just get your cock ready and fuck me".
A clearer instruction had never been given and, within seconds, the rock-hard head of his thick cock was pushing at her entrance. The entire area was so wet that there was no resistance as it slid inside. His hard length filled her perfectly as he lay on top of her and started to thrust. As deep as possible then out and back in. He moved down to face her and the kissed. Deep and long, tongues swirling together. Both of them relishing in the flavours that we combined in their mouths, truly as one, locked together.
After a solid volley of thrusts, he lent up at the waist to look upon his girl. She was laying there, glowing from pleasure, enjoying everything he was giving her.
A sudden movement caught his eye, and he looked over towards the door.
There, just inside the doorway, engrossed in the scene before her, was Veronique.
She was quite obviously enjoying what she was seeing, as she was pinching the nipple of one of her perfect breasts, freed from her top, and had her hand between her legs, furiously rubbing her needy clit. She was so entranced in the situation that she hadn't seen him notice her. He leant down, close to his wife's ear and whispered, "Veronique is watching us."
