"What? Why," I asked, I had been quite happy lounging by the pool, a dusty and bumpy journey up the mountain held little attraction for me.
"Because we won't be able to get out on the yacht again until we come back in a few months, and I don't want us to spend our last two days just sat by the pool."
I went up to my room. What to wear? I decided I would leave my bikini on, but added a sheer blouse and a skirt, At least I would look decent should anyone see us. Well, a bikini was decent by a pool, but up a mountain? I suspected some locals may think not.
When I got down stairs, Harry was dressed in shorts and a T. He was going over a map with Jorge.
Maria had a basket prepared with foods for our lunch, and there was a cooler box with drinks inside. Jorge and Harry carried the food and drinks to the Toyota and once settled in, Harry set us off. We had the windows closed and the aircon on.
"Plenty of Juice mum, we won't run out," Harry said, "Jorge topped it up whilst we were getting dressed. He has told me how to get to the track that gets near the top of the mountain. If we want to get to the top, we will have to walk the last K or so."
"Okay bab, don't think I am desperate to walk up a mountain, let's see when we get there."
The roads in town were dusty, clouds swirling around the Toyota as Harry weaved through the narrow streets, but that was nothing once we got on the track up the mountain. You couldn't see behind us for dust, it was as if we were leaving a trail of fog or smoke, it was odd. This track was very bumpy and Harry had to carefully wind his way to avoid the bigger potholes.
We passed a few small holdings and houses, but no real settlements, and then long after we had passed the last house, we were at the end of the track. There was a turning and parking area, and large stones all around to deter you from going further by car. Harry pulled over and parked. We grabbed the chairs and towels and went past the stones and found an area to sit, the town spread out below us with the sea sparkling blue beyond.
Harry took of his top and sat in the chair facing the sun, I took my blouse and skirt off and sat next to him in my bikini. It was so quiet, we couldn't hear the sounds of the town or the crash of the waves, just the occasional bird cry and the almost silent passage of the breeze. We sat and talked about what would happen when we got back to England. Harry had university in front of him, Business Management, and then in a few years the business could be his, I would have preferred that he worked in each department, to get a handle on their needs, Harry wasn't opposed to the concept but hadn't yet embraced it. I got up and went to the car to get some drinks and as I opened the car door Harry pressed himself against me, his erection prominent.
A hand came around and pushed up the cups of my bikini, a finger and thumb rolling my nipple, tweaking, teasing. I gulped, he had taken me by surprise, I should have expected this. He turned me around and his mouth pressed against mine, tongue on my lips, pushing inside my mouth as a hand went across my stomach passed the edge of my bikini and into my crotch, sliding down between my moistening lips, a knuckle pressing my clitoris, my knees sagged.
I didn't want a quick shag in the back of the car, I felt I was worth more than that.
"Not here Harry, find some grass."
He pulled away and took my hand, leading me past the chairs, grabbing our towels and just beyond was a grassy area. He let go of my hand and laid the towels on the grass and pulled me to him, pushing me to the floor.
As I lay, I watched him peel off his shorts, his dick hard and jutting, there could be no doubt of his desire. My bikini top still hung uselessly around my neck where Harry had pushed it, I pulled it over my head and then eased my bikini bottoms down. I was naked, my son was naked, the sun was shining and my need was growing. I gripped his dick and pulled him to me, my mouth sucking him in as he knelt by my side.
I pushed his skin back and ran my tongue slowly around his rim, licking underneath, my fingernail lightly scratching the fold of skin that attaches to his foreskin, tight as I have pushed him hard down. I could feel his tremors as I licked at a sensitive spot, his dick jerked in my hand a few times. I took his whole dick inside my mouth, pushing it past my tonsils into my throat, my breath blocked, his dick pulsing. I ease back and took in some air.
I kissed down the shaft of his dick and sucked his balls into my mouth, using my tongue to roll his testes as my finger slid along his perineum, wet with my saliva, I pressed at his sphincter, my finger rotating, easing my way past his resistance, feeling the heat as my finger went deeper into his passage. I wiggled my finger, rotating inside him, looking for his pleasure button.
He pulled back, his balls falling from my mouth, my finger leaving him, he bent down and buried his face in my crotch, his mouth sucking my clitoris, my legs wide apart as he busied himself in my business. My clitoris buzzed, my fanny lips trembled and the entrance to my fanny fluttered.
He slipped a finger inside my fanny, rotating, circling within me and then left me, my fanny pulsing in its emptiness. His finger pressed against my sphincter, unrelenting he pushed and his was inside me, I gasped, my mouth opened. Two fingers now pushed against my entrance, past my opening and inside, rubbing themselves against his finger in my back passage, a strange feeling, I couldn't feel the finger in my backside, yet I could feel it pushing against my fanny wall.
His three fingers started moving in and out, finger shagging my arse and my fanny, faster he went, simulating a shag, pressing in before pulling almost out, pleasant, but, well I am not that keen on back door action.
He eased his fingers out and my fanny felt empty which I didn't like, and my backside, well I guess it breathed a sigh of relief. He moved and straddled me, his dick hovering and just touching. I reached down and guided him to my fanny, my entrance quivering awaiting his pleasure. He pressed and my fanny began to fill.
Oh I love that sensation of his dick slowly filling me, widening my fanny, stretching my inner walls. Slowly he went in, slowly like it was in the night, my inner bumps and ripples feeling every scrape as he passed them, little electrics building, adding to the pressures. I turned my head and looked around, we were pretty much in the middle of nowhere. From this low down to the ground I couldn't even see the town, and then I looked down my body. I was laying there stark naked, on a towel on the grassy ground, my son, also naked, was laying on top of me, shagging me. Surreal.
He began to pull back and then push in again, his tempo increasing, his movements all merged, I could not tell if he was going in me or out, it was just a wonderful delicious blur of movement. I felt my pressures growing, my fanny felt tight, my back was stiffening, Harry was shagging.
I knew I was close. Time seemed to slow, even though Harry was moving quickly I could feel every stroke, I could feel his dick slide with in me, I could feel it press against my depth, I could feel it slide as if to leave, and each movement seem to make me gasp. My backside was rising, my shoulders sinking, my gasps were getting louder. My fanny clamped his dick, slowing him, him pressing in, pushing hard at my depth and I felt it.
He spurted, a roar from his mouth synchronising with my scream as we both bellowed our orgasms, stiffening and collapsing together, my electrics released, tracking throughout my body, my nerves screaming in pleasures and then in pain.
I slumped back on the ground, Harry rolled off me and lay by my side, my thigh and his dick both smeared in white. I didn't need to look, I knew I was laying naked, near the top of a mountain, my legs wide apart, white dribbling from my fanny.
I was still gulping in air, my fingers clenching and unclenching, my fanny quivering with aftershocks. I thought about sitting up, but there seemed no point. What, I wondered, would happen when we were back in England. At home. Would he still want me, or would he return to his girlfriend. This, however, was probably our last intimate time on this retreat. And it had been a good one.
