[i]The story is seen through the eyes of a lady who had suffered years of mental and physical abuse and was now to be sexually re-awakened.[/i]
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With my husband out of my life for good I decided to abstain from men for a while. My painful tormented loveless marriage was over and it was difficult to accept that not all men were wife-beaters. I had not had proper sex in five years (let alone made love) and I had become to associate the act with violence and abuse and froze at the thought of another man touching me. Sure I masturbated often - the need in me was as strong as it ever was before he suppressed it with his cruelty but I could not go the extra mile to become intimate again with a man. That was until I decided to get away from it all for a two week break in Africa.
I had always wanted to go on Safari, and now at the age of thirty-nine, I was free and affluent enough to do what I wanted for virtually the first time in my life. The opportunity arose and I grabbed it - I was determined not to be a weak useless woman - if I wanted something I was going to get it. I chose a two centre holiday - the first week in the African bush - under canvas (!), the second in a luxury beach hut on a virtually deserted resort on the Indian Ocean. The safari was fabulous, and even the lack of all mod cons couldn't detract from the magnificence of the animals on show in their natural habitat. However at the end of the week of waking before dawn and endless creepy crawlies I was ready for my week's relaxation in luxury.
The resort boasted a small but palatial complex of a dozen beach huts, a hotel of approximately twenty rooms, a bar, a restaurant, miles of white sand and the beautiful blue ocean. The food was fantastic, the staff friendly and helpful, persistently so, and the other guests were mainly there for the same reason I was - relaxing solitude, either as couples or singles. A young couple in the hut next to mine were on their honeymoon, they were friendly and polite......when they actually surfaced of a day, because by night all they wanted to do was fuck. What was I saying, night had nothing to do with it, all they wanted to do was fuck. Their first morning on the beach, when they thought I was reading, I caught her with her hand down his speedos wanking him to a fine erection, before they went for a dip in the sea where they cuddled in deeper water and he obviously impaled her there then. I amused myself in imagining she would wear his prick away to a stub, but they were in love and there was nothing wrong in their lust for each other.
In fact I looked forward to bed time - I used to quite get off on hearing their sighs and her build to a screaming climax before he would moan in ecstasy as his orgasm flooded from him. The third night I watched them leave the bar and giving them ample time to get down to it, I wandered past their hut much nearer to their bedroom than was necessary. Sure enough, by the noises, they were already getting to grips with each other and I was nervously overjoyed to see that they hadn't completely closed the shutters to afford me quite a view of their antics. I watched with a gorgeous sexy tingle in my pussy as I found them in the classic 69 position, with her on top. They tongued and sucked noisily at each others sex and I'm not ashamed to say I lifted my short skirt in the darkness and frigged myself through my thin panties. It was delightful to watch as she stopped what she was doing to him and began whimpering and moaning louder and louder while pushing her pussy harder onto his features. He assisted her face fucking by holding onto her hips and arse to enable him to bring her off with a loud groan before she slumped onto him.
He allowed her a few seconds to come back to earth before he stroked her back as a signal for her to get onto all fours. She duly obliged and I could clearly see his not overly large but certainly rock hard cock plunge into her up to the hilt causing her to grunt at each inward stroke. I could also hear her verbally encourage him to "Fuck her brains out" and also saw her reach between her legs to tickle his balls as he pistoned in and out. Suddenly she pulled away from him, span round and said "I want you to cum in my mouth". She then grabbed his cock and wanked him while going down and taking the bell end between her lips. He held her head quite tenderly as he suddenly jerked, involuntarily grunted and then obviously ejaculated. She lovingly swallowed his outpouring and then finally kissed him passionately as she knelt upright to cuddle him.
My cunt was on fire and I slipped away to my hut to relieve my desire wondering whether they fancied a threesome. My brain was swamped with visions of his erect prick Oh not just fingers this night though - I needed something more, something to stretch my pussy so that I could imagine being fucked. I quickly grabbed a banana, pulled down my panties, laid down and easily pushed it all the way "home" such was the deluge of my natural lubrication. If anyone could see me now, masturbating with a banana, they would have thought I was mad. Frankly I didn't care - I was lost in lust and franticly fucked myself while caressing my clitty with my free hand. I convulsed several times and moaned out loud as I exploded to a glorious climax. As my pounding heart gradually slowed I withdrew my yellow "lover" and placed it back in the bowl, before retiring for the night. As I drifted off I realised that this young couple were reviving long suppressed memories of how beautiful sex was when I took lovers as a younger woman with no commitment but to the gratification that it provided.
In the morning I awoke to a knock on the door.....
"Who is it?" I asked.
"Michael, Ma'am - I have fresh fruit for you today."
It was the young man who supplied the huts with fruit, coffee, fresh towels and other items.
"Hold on," I said and threw on a long T-shirt which just about covered my modesty, before letting him in.
"Good morning ma'am," he said brightl.y "How are you today?"
"Fine thank you, Michael," I said turning away to return to the bedroom. He was a friendly chap, always smiling and genuinely pleased to help. He sang to himself as he replaced the fruit, I watched him through the half open door. He was only about eighteen, slightly built, his bright white smile a complete contrast to his ebony skin. As usual he wore only a pair of baggy shorts and I wondered what he thought of Westerners. He then came to the door and disturbed my daydream.
