My name's Ellie – and I'm a slut.
Well, I must be – if you look in a dictionary, it describes me just right. Well, some of the time anyway. Most of the time, the dictionary is wrong about me. But then, every now and again, I get a deep aching in the base of my belly, an aching that reaches up to my breasts and down to my pussy, an aching that makes my nipples hard and my breasts and pussy tingle, an aching that will only go away if I behave like the slut I really am.
So when the aching comes, I book a holiday – and I ease that ache.
This is what happened the last time that ache came along, and I went away for a week. This is what happened on Tuesday, the second day of my holiday.
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Tuesday
By the time I woke up, the sun was already shining brightly through the curtains that I'd hastily drawn when I'd got back from Pete's room only a few hours earlier. I squinted at the clock beside the bed, and sighed wearily when I realised that I'd already missed breakfast. So, instead of rushing about I took my time. I stretched deliciously, straining every part of my body as I reached high above me with my hands and pointed downwards with my toes before relaxing back on the bed.
I lay for a minute and thought about the night before, about Pete – and his gorgeous cock. I cupped my breasts, rubbing my nipples with my thumbs until they were rock hard as visions from the previous night played through my mind.
Without even thinking about it, my hands wandered over my body, down over my flat tummy and onto my plump mound. I ran my fingers through my thin covering of hair, feeling the dampness that was already springing outwards. My fingertips played across my clit, my breathing getting ragged as I teased the hard nub of flesh. My other hand was cupped around my pussy, one then two fingers slipping inside, searching out the spot that I knew would drive me to an explosive orgasm in seconds.
My fingers became a blur as they danced around my clit, as they pumped into my hungry pussy. My mind was full of pictures of Pete, of us together, of his mouth on my pussy, of his cock inside me, of that last time on the balcony. My back arched as my orgasm approached, and I thrust my fingers deep inside my pussy, my body on fire. My orgasm crashed through me, and I sagged back on the bed – my eyes flying open as I realised that now it was Tony I could see, bent over that table in the restaurant, his trousers impossibly tight around his ass.....
I shook my head and climbed out of bed, heading straight to the bathroom for a shower. Afterwards, I walked across the bedroom rubbing my hair, water dripping everywhere. I drew the curtains and stepped out onto the balcony, quickly wrapping the towel loosely around me. I sat back in one of the chairs, and rested my feet on the small table, enjoying the heat of the mid morning sun on me as I idly finger combed my hair and thought about the day ahead.
Back in the room, I slipped into a bikini, pulled on a pair of denim shorts that barely covered my ass, and a loose fitting tee shirt. I grabbed all the odds and ends I might need by the pool and dropped them into a shoulder bag. A few minutes later I was down in the bar area, heading towards the pool. I saw that the door to the restaurant was open, so I decided to take a short cut. I hadn't even got more than a few steps inside the restaurant before I heard his voice.
"I'm sorry," he said, "but breakfast is over, we are closed."
Even before I turned around, I knew it was Tony - and I could feel his smouldering eyes on me. I turned around quickly, and caught him raising his eyes away from the level of my ass. But he only raised them slowly, and a tingle tore through me as he undressed me with his eyes as they moved slowly upwards until he was looking at my face. My legs felt weak as he looked at me, his eyes full of desire as I pointed lamely at the wide glass doors leading out to the pool, explaining that I was just cutting through.
He smiled, and I thought I would melt. He asked if I had missed breakfast, and then took my arm before I could answer and led me towards some huge baskets of fruit that had yet to be cleared away. I watched as Tony carefully selected some fruit for me, acutely aware of his strength as he stood close to me, as he leaned across me. He handed me the fruit, dazzling me with his smile. My legs felt like jelly again, and my pussy throbbed unbearably. It took all my self control not to grab him, but only to smile a "thank you" at him, and stumble out to the pool.
Once by the pool, I found a sun bed and sat down quickly, my heart racing. I munched my way through the fruit Tony had given me, before I kicked my sandals off, and pulled my tee shirt over my head. Standing up, I slid my shorts down my legs, conscious of a few eyes looking my direction. I sat down again, suddenly aware of the wet patch on my bikini bottoms. I rolled over onto my front and reached behind me to untie my bikini, enjoying the heat of the sun on my body as my mind and imagination went into overdrive over Tony.
It must have been an hour or so later when I saw him again. I had just got out of the pool, and was laying back down, still dripping water, when he came over, a tray in his hand.
"Drink, Madam?" he asked, a delicious twinkle in his eyes as they roamed over my practically naked body.
I could feel my nipples hardening into tight peaks that poked through my wet bikini as he looked at me, as his eyes lingered on my firm, full breasts. I looked up at him, puzzled as to why he was serving drinks when he seemed to almost run the restaurant. He must have seen my expression, so he lent closer until his face was close to mine. How I didn't grab him and kiss those full lips, I don't know. But instead he told me how he only served his "special guests".
I laughed with him and ordered a cold beer, watching his perfect ass as he walked away to get my drink. I slipped my top off, making sure that I sat up a little more than was necessary when he came back with my drink, his eyes on my breasts making my pussy even wetter. After that, I didn't see Tony for the rest of the day. I spent my time lazing by the pool, sometimes in the hot sun, sometimes in the shade. I swam and read – and day dreamed. By late afternoon, I had had enough, and headed back to my room. After a shower, I sat out on the balcony to dry off in the sun.
Once I was dry, I went back inside and dug out a bottle of baby oil, which I liked to use to keep my skin soft after being in the sun. Standing naked in front of the mirror, I poured a little of the oil into the palm of my hand and rubbed it slowly across my belly. My back was next, and then my legs. Then I moved onto my breasts, and everywhere else until I was stood glistening in the soft light. While the oil soaked into my skin, I sorted my hair out, put on a hint of make up, and got some clothes out ready.
