So Tom and I got it on at last! And with what was to follow today I suddenly had offers of sex coming out of my ears! By the way, thank you so much boys and girls for all your feedback, you have given the confidence to continue!
Chapter 8: Sophie's choice
We woke to the ringing of Tom's mobile, his eyes were full of sleep and he passed it to me. A distinctly tired-sounding Les asked if we could make it an hour later, previously we had all agreed to meet up at breakfast.
I staggered naked into the bathroom for a pee, my pussy was still tingling from the memory of last night's assault. As I peed I fondled my clit softly, my best friend Helen once told me of this unique way of masturbating and, when caught in the mood in the bathroom, I have done it ever since. But much as I wanted to cum, now was not the time for masturbation, not unless Tom chose that moment to follow me in and watch. God, how I love the expression on a guy's face when he first sees that spectacle, and of course his own randy response! With a pang I recalled those horny sessions with my brother.
No, I needed to fuck, once I started with a new man there was no stopping me. But when I returned to the bedroom, my pussy on fire, I immediately saw that Tom was in no condition to raise his head, let alone his cock so, shrugging my shoulders, I turned the kettle on instead. Through bleary eyes looked at me with that puzzled smile that said 'Did I just fuck the sexiest girl in the Caribbean?'
"I wonder what Rich and Les have been up to?" I smiled through equally sleepy eyes.
"If they did a fraction of what we did last night, they will still have had a wonderful time."
Tom also staggered to the bathroom for a pee and I was tempted to follow him in and hold his cock for him, another of the crazy Helen's ideas, but thought better of it. He took over the tea making while I brushed my hair. I was wrong about his cock, it was already hard, very hard. What is it with men that they can be tired, stoned, even drunk, and command a rampant hard-on first thing in the morning? But then I guess I owed myself some credit for that, I was after all still stark naked! I am proud to say I have never failed to raise an erection when facing a man in this condition.
He passed me my cup and, as I sat facing him back on the pillows, I became aware that my nipples too were erect and with false modesty attempted to cover my breasts with the bedsheet. I took a sip of the hot liquid and then, putting it down on the little bedside table, gave him my most serious look.
"Come here Tom."
He leaned back on the bed beside me, his cock temptingly alert in expectation of more sex, but I took his hand and looked earnestly into his eyes. The sheet had slipped, once again exposing my tits, a strong aroma of stale sex wafting up from down below.
"Tom, would you believe me if I told you that last night was the most wonderful sex I have ever had? And I've had a pretty fair share so far."
"Well," he replied, moving his hand down between my thighs, "This is the most delightful pussy I have ever tasted or made love to and, if you must know..."
He held up his hand as I started to reply,
"...I have never known anyone move the way you do when having sex, there is nothing better than a woman fucking back at you."
I trembled as his finger had slipped into a very wet pussy and I started to reach for his cock but then saw the time and pushed him away, and leapt from the bed.
"No Tom, we mustn't be late for the others, and look at the state of us, we stink of sex. Let's go shower."
As I headed for the bathroom he whistled, "Nice ass!"
I turned and paused at the door, staring at him thoughtfully as he absent-mindedly stroked his cock. Lewdly I bent over, displaying a very wet pussy from behind and, spreading my cheeks in real porn style, I replied between my legs, "And you have a very nice cock Tom."
"Thank you. By the way, am I dreaming, or did we do it again in the night?"
"If you can't remember, I'm not telling you." I stood up and pointed to the bed. "Maybe you had a wet dream?"
"Yes, very wet," he smiled, pointing to the obligatory wet patch. "That would have been some dream."
Of course we showered together, and the resulting mutual intimate soaping of each other roused us to the point that we had a stand up quickie in the little cubicle under the cascading water. This time it was more of an urgent satisfying prod, and somehow cemented this new relationship that was starting to form. As we dried each other off in that haze of post orgasm we agreed that our affair should continue after the holiday.
"When we get back home I want you to fuck me in your bed Tom, and I want to fuck you in mine."
"What about Richard?"
"He's not into threesomes," I joked.
"I am," he declared as he watched me step into a clean pair of panties. "Preferably outnumbered by a different sex!"
I stroked his cheek lovingly as he started to shave with Richard's razor, "Knowing my...boyfriend..." I paused, I had almost forgotten that Tom was unaware of my true relationship with Richard. "I don't think you need to worry. I have a feeling that his bed will get regular visits by a certain librarian!"
As we dressed we talked more about our partners. "I wonder if they had as good a time as we did Sue."
"If she likes long cocks she will have been in heaven. Personally he's just a bit too much for me. He bloody hurts, no wonder his fiancΓ©e deserted him!"
"How big is he then?" It was a man thing, men just had to know! He was obviously recalling the exposure in the bar last night, and called it. "Eight inches?"
I shook my head, grinning, and pointed upwards, "Nine-and-a-half inches if you really want to know, I measured him once," I laughed, squeezing his groin.
"Fuck me, that's ridiculous, he should be in porn."
"I much prefer a fat one like this though," I added, reaching up and kissing his soapy face, my hand squeezing his cock. "More to grip you see."
As we left the cabin and headed toward the restaurant I whispered, "I want to do all that again before we leave here. I just wish it could be tonight, but Rich did promise Uncle Norman we would come."
I had explained earlier that Richard's honeymoon holiday had been organised by his uncle who lived on Bequia, a short island hop away. Richard and I had been invited to dinner and stay overnight with him, and were reluctant to retract.
I grabbed his arm. "How about tomorrow? We shall be back for breakfast."
"Yes please! But don't you think we better check with the others first? I am still not sure that your boyfriend is fully okay with this."
"I don't think that's going to be a problem Tom, there is something I want to tell you about Richard, but now's not the time."
The other two lovers were already feasting on what remained of the breakfast buffet when we arrived. It was kisses and hugs all round followed by an embarrassed silence, until Les spoke.
"Well, all I am fit for this morning is a horizontal position, and I mean the sunbathing one!"
We all laughed and suggested it might be tactful to split with our own original partners for breakfast, followed by a lazy time on the beach. The sun had defied the forecast and was already burning hotly into our backs.
I had thought I looked tired as I sat down diplomatically next to my brother, but in contrast he looked shattered. I presumed, like me, he had just experienced the best sex of his life last night, and I grinned at him, whispering in his ear. "And how was your night you dirty boy?"
As usual I was wrong, it turned out that they had indeed been awake all night. But only talking!
He leaned towards me and whispered, "We aren't ready for the sex thing yet."