My name is Aine, and if you haven't met me before now, allow me to introduce myself. A very young widow, I am a petite redhead with a few curves. It was not long ago when a friend asked me to do her a "favor". I did that favor, and I have been doing "favors" ever since! This journal entry recounts a follow-up trip with my dear friends Sophie and Darren. They took me to Greece!
Long story short, Sophie and Darren made good on their promise to take me with them on vacation this spring. I had never been to Greece before, so I was thrilled by the anticipation. I did secretly wonder if Sophie would ask me to grant her any more favors while we were globetrotting...I almost hoped she would after my encounter with her husband! What are trips for, if not to make memories?!
By day four Darren arranged for us to rent a yacht so we could tour the islands at our leisure. Our triad up to this point was friendly and joyful -- savoring much sightseeing and shopping. Nights were filled with fine dining, some dancing and lots of laughter. I did note this morning, however, that Darren mentioned how close our living quarters would be aboard the yacht.
"Isn't she beautiful?" Darren said as he helped Sophie and I carry our luggage onto the yacht. "I've already been downstairs -- wait'll you see the bedroom. Think there'll be room enough for all of us?" At this he caught my eye and winked.
I was completely smitten with the sea. Azure blue coastal waters, magnificent scenery and a sense of history made the first day on the yacht perfect. I suffered no seasickness, which pleased me greatly. My dreams of traveling the world now had a starting point. It was our first evening aboard the yacht -- which was day four of our trip -- that proved most interesting. After a delicious dinner of fresh seafood and a few bottles of wine, we were all giggling and flirting. Sophie kept leaning on me and wrapping her arms around me.
"Darren, love," Sophie said in her girlish tipsy slur, "This girl is my fave, you hear me? Aine -- I love you. You are the best friend a girl could have..." I always hugged her back, enjoying the feel of her soft cashmere cardigan in the cool night air. She smelled like Chanel and wine and friendship.
Darren interrupted our hug, cutting in so he could put his arms around me! "I think you mean woman, Soph. Best friend a woman could have, right Aine?" I felt myself blush. Too much wine always made me blush.
Darren and Sophie and I talked and laughed on deck for two hours. The stars were brilliant and the salty breeze was cooler than I expected. I sat with my knees tucked in my arms. Sophie fell asleep on one of the benches. She was nestled in a pile of pillows and she looked angelic as she slept. After a few moments of quiet, Darren reached over and caressed my cheek. He whispered softly to me.
"Aine love, take my hand..." I accepted his extended hand. I love men's hands -- it is a weakness of mine. Darren's were large and rough, yet warm and strong. He lifted me into a standing position and I held on as he led me down into the main bedroom. I knew what he wanted and I was more than ready to make it happen. In fact, I was wet the second he took my hand.
The main bedroom was a cozy, intimate collage of teakwood and brass and clean white linens. I felt like I was in a James Bond movie. Darren turned to face me and held his finger to his lips. "Shhhhhhh." He grinned. He was also a bit tipsy!
I watched as Darren removed his pants, then his socks, then his underwear. This was comical since he had to, at one point, stand on one leg like a stork to remove his pants. The boat's gentle motion caused him to wobble more than once as he undressed. I giggled a lot. With his white polo shirt still on, I looked down and saw his erection bobbing in excitement. My mouth watered. I sat on the edge of the bed. Darren removed his shirt and gestured to me. "Next." he said.
Still sitting, I shimmied my bottom until my sundress was no longer held captive beneath my derriere. Looking Darren in the eye, I slowly removed my dress, pulling it over my head with one fluid motion. I reached back and unfastened my strapless bra, tossing it on the shiny wooden floor. All that was left was my pink thong. Looking up at him with my best big innocent eyes, I said,
"You'll have to figure out how to get these off....I can't seem to manage it." Darren didn't hesitate. He knelt down before me and pushed his hands beneath me, cupping my ass. He lifted me and I was standing with his face pressed against my crotch. Darren took my thong in his teeth and began pulling them down, one side at a time, until the pink cotton thongs were wrapped around my thighs. With his hands on my hips, he pushed me onto the bed and then kissed my stomach until I fell back onto the mattress. There I was, lying on the bed, knees bent and a thong holding my thighs captive.
Darren ducked between my knees and came up between my thighs, with my thong acting like a sling at his back. His hands still on my hips, he got down to business. With the first thrust of his tongue I gasped out loud. I hadn't had sex since I met Hugh at his office six weeks before, so my pussy was extremely sensitive. Darren's tongue pushed into my wet pussy, probing every nook. He then ran his tongue up my slit, finishing the trip with a magnificent lick over my throbbing clit. I was breathing heavily and I started to shake. I knew I would cum before we even got to his turn.
Darren licked me like a lollipop, his hands squeezing my thighs and my ass. With each pass over my swollen clit, I was closer and closer to a screaming orgasm. The tension in my abdomen was ridiculous! I wanted his cock in my mouth. I wanted his cock in my hand. Hell, I wanted his cock IN ME! Lick, push, squeeze. Lick, lick, lick....I was getting ready to cum. By now my eyes were closed and I could only see fireworks. I was delirious with pleasure. I couldn't remember my own name. Darren knew I was ready to explode so he slowed his pace. A slow lick, then a gentle swirl around the base of my clit. This was agonizing. I broke.
Darren! Please!! Please put your cock in! PLEASE!" I sounded like I had run a marathon.
"Please or what?" Darren mumbled...his tongue on my clit.
"Please or I'll cum on your face! Is that what you want? Oh GOD! Too... late!"
Lick.
"Darr - - "
