While Martha focused on an assortment of one-piece bathing suits, Nate confined his search to bikinis - not just bikinis, but string bikinis - the kind where a string threads through the bottom of the breast cups, letting the cups adjust their position and width. He was torn between an all-white, all-black, or a burnt red design with dark grey trim.
Martha was still musing over one-piece styles when Nate walked over to her. "I like that one," he pointed to a black one-piece on a mannequin. Martha hadn't noticed it before, but she agreed - it looked nice. Part of the fabric was see-through, and the solid fabric curved up the body and covered the important parts. It was both risqué and modest at the same time. In the end, it was the one she chose. Then Nate brought her over to the bikinis, and he showed her the three choices: white, black, or burnt red/grey. She chose the red/grey one, but in a cup size larger. Nate also took the white bikini, and paid for the three bathing suits. It always confounded Nate how so little material could cost so much. The three items came almost to 200 euros.
They sauntered aimlessly along the busy tourist streets, and Martha stopped to look in nearly every shop window. She spied another bathing suit store she liked, and went inside. After 20 minutes of browsing, she selected a white, long-sleeve, sheer, tunic beach cover-up. It was slightly see-through, letting on onlooker just barely see the bathing suit beneath. Nate thought it could be a fun addition to her at-home ensemble, imagining what she would look like naked underneath. He happily paid for the cover-up, which cost less than any of the bathing suits, and had more fabric than the three of them combined.
During another hour of strolling, they bought beach towels and a large beach blanket. It was becoming cumbersome to carry all the purchases, so they circled back to the Prince Hotel and dropped their parcels in the room, and returned to lazily browse the streets. They walked hand-in-hand while Martha took in more window shopping. Martha settled for a seaside restaurant as hunger overtook her shopping instincts. Just after they ordered their meal, Nate's cell phone chimed. He told Martha an email from Briana announced she had arrived in Toronto and was staying with friends for a few days. Martha rested her head back, closed her eyes, and let out a long, cleansing breath.
"Do you want me to send a reply?" Nate asked.
"Tell her I am vacationing in Rugen Island, and I will be home in a week." Nate typed in the message as a third person, as in 'your mother is vacationing ...' and he sent it.
A moment later, a new email arrived. "Is she still with you because of me?" is all it said. He read it out to Martha.
"Might as well tell the truth," Martha said. "There's nothing she can do now." Nate typed the one word 'yes' and pressed the reply button. There were no more messages.
After dinner they strolled along the promenade, holding hands. The air was electric with street artist and performers, music, dancers, and throngs of tourists. After watching the performers for nearly an hour, Martha said she wanted to go back to the hotel. They walked together slowly, arriving in their room in a calm, relaxed atmosphere.
Martha used the bathroom and locked the door. When she came out five minutes later, Nate was reading a book on the bed. He patted the bed beside him, and she lay down on her back. Nate leaned onto his elbow, raised his head over hers, and kissed her softly, and she closed her eyes and kissed him back. He lowered a hand to her tummy and gently brushed his fingertips up and down her flat, firm belly while they still kissed. He broke off his kiss on her lips, and moved down, planting gentle kisses on her neck has his hand moved over the spandex fabric, finding the shape of her firm breasts.
Nate sat Martha up and pulled her white denim jacket off her shoulders, and then he grabbed the bottom of her spandex top and lifted it up. Martha helped by raising her hands over her head, and Nate pulled the top inside out over her upstretched arms and tossed it to the bottom of the bed. Martha lay back topless, her firm tits pointing to the ceiling, and Nate gently kissed all around her nipples. He felt them stiffen, and he tenderly suckled on one, then the other, before slowly moving his kisses down, down, down the midline of her tummy. He rolled Martha over gently, and she helped. Nate pulled down the zipper on the back of her skirt, and then rolled Martha back on her front, and she lifted her hips off the bed while Nate grappled the sides of the skirt and pulled it down her thighs. She slowly lowered her ass back to the bed, and Nate pulled the skirt off her legs and tossed it beside her top.
Martha lay naked on the bed while Nate stood up, and removed all his clothing. He returned to the bed, and softly kissed her left big toe, then her foot, then her ankle, and slowly worked northward until he gently brushed his puckered lips dead on Martha's pussy, and she let out a deep sigh. He started at the right toe, and again worked his way up her leg, until this time, he let his tongue dive between her lips, and he tickled her clit ever so gently. Martha moaned appreciatively.
Nate spread her legs gently, and took up a position between them, and started tonguing her sweet pussy in earnest. Martha closed her eyes and rested her hands on the back of his head, encouraging him to continue. She wasn't even aware her hips had started to rock gently, assisting Nate in his cunnilingus. Nate tickled Martha's side ribs with his fingertips as he tongued her clit more forcefully, and the combined sensations of tickling and tonguing vaulted Martha into a new level of excitement, and she started moaning louder.
Soon her hips were thrusting too much, and Nate lost traction on her little spitfire. He grappled his arms around her thighs and pulled them down, dampening her thrusting motion. Martha curled her fingers around his hair and started gripping tightly as Nate found his rhythm, and was quickly tonguing her clitoris toward detonation. With his hands around her thighs, he now pushed his face hard into her pussy, and she welcomed the intensified sensation with a loud cry.
Nate broke for the finish line - he used his chin and tongue together to maximize the force he could press onto the tissues protecting her clit, and his efforts quickly paid off. Martha heaved her hips skyward as she wailed a sentence with no intelligible words while her clitoris flashed a million volts of orgasmic energy through every nerve in her body. Her spasms spread to all her muscles, and Martha clenched in a body-wide release.
When Martha at last relaxed, she loosened her grip on Nate's hair, allowing him to move freely. He climbed up over Martha, and rested his body gently on hers, using his knees and one elbow as ground points to reduce the weight he pressed on her chest. With his free hand, Nate pulled the bed spread beside them and wrapped it over his back, until it fell down the other side, cocooning the embracing pair in a warm pocket.
They lay in naked silence, him over her, while Martha absentmindedly traced her fingernails up and down Nate's back with a lover's touch. Lying naked on top of Martha brought Nate's senses to life after five minutes, and he felt his cock growing with purpose. When fate could no longer be denied, Nate raised himself onto his hands and knees, and positioned his aching member between her open legs. The tip of his cock touched her opening, and her natural lubrication invited him in.
Instantly Nate was sliding in and out of Martha's hot pussy, and her fingernails started raking his back with conviction. He fucked her slowly, gently, with bridled passion. She stretched her head back, and he kissed her exposed neck, then tracked down her chest, to her breasts, and focused on her erect nipples as he continued his slow, tender lovemaking.
Martha lowered her hands, and gripped his solid muscle ass cheeks, and dug her fingernails in. Nate took that as license to increase his tempo and force, and he started thrusting inside Martha with greater authority. She moaned in appreciation to his heightened energy, and pulled his ass in toward her body on each stroke. Soon Nate was driving hard into her pelvis, and Martha rewarded his efforts with moans at each thrust.
Nate's slow start had awoken a monster that was demanding release, and Nate quickly felt his balls approach critical mass. The monster took over, and Nate slammed hard into Martha's hips, and Martha's moans became cries. At last the monster burst free, and Nate drilled his cock deep inside Martha as the first waves of convulsive jets sprayed hot cum against the deep end of her tunnel. She felt her pussy fill with his warmth, and Martha dug her fingernails as hard as she could into his ass.
Maybe five or six waves of orgasmic spasms pumped Nate's semen into her hot pussy before Nate finally relaxed and pulled out. He rested on his side beside Martha with his arm draped over her chest, just below her breasts. Nate cocooned them both under the bedspread again. They lay together in blissful, warm silence for a long time.
"Don't take offence," Martha finally broke the silence, speaking quietly, "but how can you be a dominating master one moment and a tender, spectacular lover the next?"
"I was spectacular?" Nate chirped, feigning childlike delight.
She slapped him gently. "Yes you were, just now," she said, "but you were mean and rough at other times."
"I don't think there is just one way to have sex," Nate offered. "I think people fool themselves when they talk about 'normal' sex."
"But sex doesn't always have to be about power, or control," Martha said.
"I agree," Nate said. "Sometimes it is about tenderness, and love. Sometimes it's nothing more than a quick fuck. Sometimes it's slow. Sometimes sex is about sharing, sometimes it is about selfless giving, and sometimes it is about selfish taking." Nate paused. "It is all those things. Some people are into pain - to them pain and sex are two different points on the same scale. Some people are into humiliation. Some people are into domination. Some people like being in power, some people like others holding power over them. I think a good lover is someone who can do a range of those things - who is willing to experiment, both for themselves and for their lover."
"So you like to do all those things?"
"Me?" Nate asked rhetorically. "No, not all. I am not into pain that much, although I had a girlfriend who liked pain, so I experimented both ways. And I don't really for humiliation. I especially don't get scat or golden showers."
"What?!" Martha asked. "What are those?"
