It’s not easy having a beautiful girl on your arm when she thinks discretion is a ten letter word…
CHECK; MATE
A sandbox story
For the first couple of days our holiday was like any other, nice room, okay food and the usual great service from our Turkish hosts but it was decidedly dull poolside. I’d begun to think we’d left it too late to come away and that everyone ‘interesting’ had been and gone for the season. Several older couples infested the sun loungers like retired lizards, skin blotchy and spotted with huge ungainly freckles and liver spots, balding heads and really grim swimwear that managed simultaneously to be too big and way too small. You get the picture. In short, it wasn’t the people watching safari I’d hoped for, in fact Sassy and I were probably the only things worth looking at and there are very few mirrors around your average pool.
I was dwelling on this and felt slightly surprised that what I was actually feeling was disappointment. Not so much that we had nothing interesting to look at but because my girl deserved to be admired by someone worth gaining the attention of. For the last six months she had worked tirelessly in the gym to tone up her already beautifully shapely figure, carefully selected the perfect bikinis and was polished to perfection. I felt like the owner of a beautiful Ferrari at a Friends of the Earth/ Greenpeace convention held in the car park of a care home.
Still, all things considered we weren’t doing too badly and had begun the descent into the usual routines one does with a free bar and endless amounts of fresh Turkish food. Wake. Eat. Drink. Laze. Drink, smoke, read, fuck, drink smoke sleep.
Wake.
I immediately regretted my failure to appreciate being the only fit bloke in the world when they arrived. One look and I knew I was in serious trouble. Tall, fit, tanned and dressed like three models from a GQ advert they burst into the scene, fashionable labelled luggage casually drawn behind them with cultured chatter and public school chortles as they made their cheerful, professional way to reception. The whoop had new members. Bollocks.
Thoughts
1. I’m severely underdressed to go crashing through the shrubbery beating my chest and baring my teeth.
2. I really need to pluck my ears
3. Were they laughing at me or had they noticed you and it had cheered them up?
4. Bastard.
Thankfully you hadn’t noticed them at all. I could tell this because you suddenly adjusted your bikini top and sat up stretching your arms high and out as if waking from a peaceful slumber. Obviously you weren’t aware of the fact that this projected your incredible bouncers into next door’s pool bar, clearly this was the first time you’d even noticed you had breasts. You look at me and smile that cheeky smile. I know what it means, your audience has just arrived.
You look into my eyes and ask if everything is alright? The ice cubes chink into the bottom of the thick glass tumbler followed by the thick, greasy vodka. You look superb as usual in your ‘Italian Housewife’ dress; a good choice for such a humid night. Steamy. My skin is prickling from the sun and my muscles ache from the afternoon’s exertions. My wake up call had come about six months too late and I bitterly regretted all of the missed chances to tone up my tired looking body, but the hotel gym was well equipped and I was surprised to find that all was well after a punishing workout. Our balcony, on the ground floor, looked across the beautifully lit pool and grounds. Scents floated on the breeze, jasmine, sulphur, chlorine and cigarette smoke from next door. Ahh Turkey. I reached for the packet on the round table, lit us both a smoke and resigned myself to the foolishness I was about to unleash. I promised myself I wouldn’t weaken, wouldn’t spill the beans and look foolish and jealous and weak. No. I’d remain unfazed, confident and stong, secure in my own authority. I’d masterfully steer the conversation away from these feelings of insecurity onto lighter subjects, the weather, how nice everyone was, what a lovely decoration the maid crafted using our towels, sunglasses and a cigarette… whatever I said it wouldn’t be anything about the fact that as I emerged from the gym earlier you had been sat chatting with the new arrivals in typical style. Friendly and approachable, of course, but to my expert eyes just a little too well posed showing off your incredible figure to best effect. I watched for a while, long enough to become convinced that it was just you being you and pushed a certain feeling deep down into my heaving chest. Anything else would be simply ridiculous, only a complete idiot would fail to see that you are mine alone and make anything of it.
“So, I see you’ve made some new friends”
Fuck
To be fair you handled it well, as you always do, and the evening wasn’t a complete loss but later on with the booze taking hold you mischievously raised more than just the subject of your new admirers again. Knowing full well it would drive me into a frenzy of testosterone and other bodily fluids you teased me about seeing ‘your girl’ being their bedtime infatuation. I know for a fact that there can be very few red blooded males who wouldn’t be thinking about the possibilities such an eminently fuckable piece like my girl could offer and from the body language and facial expressions I saw these guys were no different. We fucked like wild things and collapsed laughing and teasing as if some great cloud had simply blown away.
Tuesday. 8am
With breakfast half finished we bustle out to the front steps in search of our transport to the Marina. It’s a perfect day for a boat trip, although early the heat is already building to the high 20s. It’s going to be a perfect…
Outside. The Three Amigos stand looking perfect as usual and stinking of high end fragrances, I’m sure you could name them off pat, but to me it smells like a male whore’s knicker drawers. Instantly jealous I casually cock my head to the side and breathe in the mum deodorant I borrowed from you. Greetings! Hail fellow well met stuff and general bonhomme from all. Enquiries about our plans for the day – “ you don’t say! What a coincidence!” looks like we’re the home team then etc. Jake, Jay and Marcus (ridiculous bloody names) thinks Edward, seem like perfect gentlemen to be fair so I put my stupid jealousy to one side and resign myself to having a good day with you as far away as possible from these letcherous bastards while on the same vessel. My mind’s eye sees an enormous floating palace bedecked with fine teak boards and strewn with comfortable sunbeds, yards between each. In the event the ‘Jolly Rogerer’ is somewhat slightly less salubrious in its general appointments and we find ourselves landlocked between the Croation and Russian borders on the top deck, surrounded by Balkans with hairy top lips and no necks. The men were worse.
I’m beginning to see the attraction as part of the home team as we chug dangerously out of the bay in what looks as much like a refugee crossing as anything I’ve seen on the news. Within minutes the Croation delegates are in speedos and their children are in our bags. Chaos. Nothing much is said but knowing glances and shared humor between our little party slowly breaks the ice and by the time we reach our first stop for snorkelling we’ve already arranged a security protocol and are sharing drinks rounds. As perfect as they are it was you who dared jump overboard first to cheers from the gallery. That’s my girl thinks I, as I grudgingly plunge in after you to taste the salt water. We bob around contentedly, getting a good squeeze of your lovely tits, until it’s time to be off again and then it’s drinks all round and on to the next stop.
When it comes to watching friends’ eyes I’m with Dr Hook, especially when the beautiful woman you love happens to look even better in a bikini than most women do fully dressed, but the rest of the day went without much to concern me. The chaps paid sufficient respect to disarm me somewhat and any longing glances were well hidden behind chic designer shades. Trouble is I know the type and I know I can’t keep my eyes off you and actually I wouldn’t blame them for enjoying the view. As we dazed the afternoon away my mind wandered to our sex play of last night. Not completely convinced it was just for my benefit I began to wonder what it must feel like to be so desired by such an esteemed company and whether in fact it didn’t turn you on just a bit too.
I felt the tingle and slow throb and was glad that I’d worn loose fitting shorts. It’s an odd thing; I’m fiercely territorial, jealous if you prefer, and wouldn’t ever contemplate allowing anyone else to come near you ordinarily but the holiday brain is a tad different. Far away from the everyday cares of the world, transported from reality for a slot of time and knowing that when you go back to it, it’ll all be there ticking away as if you never left can make you feel like you’re in some sort of parallel universe. Another version of you in another possible life, thrown together with other travellers who only matter in that moment. Complete strangers who you spend two weeks with almost completely naked, such intimacy would be extraordinary in real life but is de rigueur here and passes without remark. As I contemplate this I wonder if it’s why so many holiday romances happen, wild abandon away from real life. Although only a few hours away, your holiday spot can literally seem like another planet, one where anything goes because you are free from the societal norms and opinions of your peers. True, it’s nothing new that I feel horny when I think of you being lusted after and covetted – the ultimate affirmation of my desire for you – but here it seems possible to push the envelope a little further. My dirty mind wallows in the joyful mire or forbidden fruit and I gaze longingly at your perfect tits and I drift away.
My reverie is shattered by the arrival of a party boat blasting some dreadful coma inducing trance music and we find ourselves back in the marina once more, the usual harried search for the right bus and we’re on our way back to base keenly anticipating a hot shower and a change of clothes.
It’s Turkish night and you are looking incredible in your rockabilly dress and heels as I proudly escort you into the throng looking for a seat with the best view. The place is packed already and we are just about to move into the suburbs when you spot the home team gesturing us to join them at their table, and before I know it we’re back with the boys again. I’m never sure whether you really don’t see it and are simply a friendly, innocent soul or whether you’re an incorrigible flirt who loves to be the centre of attention but there’s no denying the warmth of our welcome and the table for six has the only spare seats up close to the action so we settle in and I order a round of Raki to break the slush.
It’s obvious that for the boys at least tonight is an amusing foray into the kitsch, the stereotypical Turkish holiday experience, but give them their due they were the life and soul of the party and were the first to volunteer whenever there was fun to be had. I, of course, was mortified but the third round of Raki chipped away at the edges sufficiently and soon enough was on fine form myself. The belly dancer invited participants and obviously you didn’t take much persuasion. The heels were off in a flash and there was my shapely dusky girl taking it on like a pro, writhing and plunging like the best nautch dancer to in any bazaar in any dusty fleabit town this side of the Urals as the rhythm snaked and the drums beat their inexorable din. I was simply swept away by the atmosphere but you can be sure I had one eye on the crowd as the boys clapped along and whistled encouragement and when it was over it seemed only natural for you to be welcomed back with hugs from all. I have to admit I was proud but as I sat there with you on my knee fastening your shoes I saw a look between two of the guys that couldn’t possibly be misunderstood. It said, “fuck me!”
The drink flowed and we soon found ourselves chatting openly as you do. Jake wanted to know where you’d learnt to move like that, the others ribbed him about spearmint rhino and before I knew it you’d told them about your lap dancing exploits which quickly led to your bi-sexuality. The floodgates were well and truly open and the questions came thick and fast, nothing disrespectful but it was obvious that you’d sparked off some curiosity and because you were happy to oblige with frank responses you became their sexuality tour guide for the night. A hitherto undiscovered seam of information to be mined a piece at a time. I was getting the usual schoolyard nudges and winks and high fives and it wasn’t too long before the question came, I’d expected it sooner to be honest. “ have you two ever…”
No. we’ve never… the ‘we’ was out before I knew it and I regretted it immediately. I think they could tell I was uncomfortable with the possible ramifications of this ‘we’ and the conversation was swiftly guided onto another subject entirely but I knew what they were really thinking about and I couldn’t blame them. There was a lot more to my sweet Sarah than meets the eye and they envied me.
It was almost 1 am and we could tell the staff were looking forward to breakfast prep so we bade our goodnights, as we drunkenly wove our way towards the apartment there were some strange looks passed between us. We were all going exactly the same way and all of us wondered if there’d been a confused invitation of sorts. Only when we realised our rooms were adjacent did we understand and only after some perfunctory repeats of good night did we stagger giggling into our respective rooms. We changed into something more comfortable and I poured us a nightcap to take onto the balcony. As ever, you looked as sexy as sin in your cheeky pants and yellow Rio vest, I opted for my black satin robe and nothing else and we lounged in the cool night air listening to the soft murmur of insects from the garden and the low crackle of our cigarettes and we drew from them. We smiled at each other blissfully and drank it all in. The boys were doing much the same but before long their murmurs faded and the sliding door swished shut, lights out. It was all ours now.
As lovely as rest can be the Devil makes work for idle thumbs, and apparently tongues and I was feeling somewhat mischievous. I reached out and lazily flicked your hard nipple and asked you how it felt to be in such high demand tonight. Feigning as much surprise as you possibly can you appear quite taken aback by this and I have to point out that after dancing seductively with your cleavage well and truly on show you commenced to enrage their dark sides by talking about fucking women. A playful smile flickered across my face as I said it and for a moment you were silent, unsure of how to respond. Sensing that you were about to get upset I left off and told you that I’d enjoyed watching their faces as you’d spilled some of your beans adding that I was sure they’d enjoyed it even more. “If they didn’t knock one off thinking about you last night I’m sure there’ll be several prolonged trips to their bathroom tonight you bad girl” squeezing your tit as I said it. Your nipples hadn’t suffered the same shock as the rest of you apparently because they were stiff as I’ve ever known them and you let out an involuntary moan of pleasure as I traced a finger down across your stomach and followed the line of your string around your thigh. “ fetch a towel Sarah, there’s something I’d like you to do for me” It turns out you know without being asked.
You are greedily sucking down the last of my cum as my eyes take in the sight of your superb ass high up, offering itself and see the unmistakable glow of a cigarette being pulled on next door through the flimsy trellis. “Sorry guys, I needed a fag after that” the sliding door opens and closes and we are really alone.
After a moment of shock we break into quiet peals of laughter red faced and flushed with embarrassment we make our way inside. I push you down onto the hard bed and spread your legs wide while licking my way to your hotness, teasing the flimsy material aside and flicking your clit ever so slowly. “Did you enjoy being watched baby? Does it turn you on to imagine someone touching himself and imagining thrusting his cock deep into you while you swallow my cum?” flick flick flick…suuuuck. I don’t wait long for an answer.
Wednesday 10 am
The sunlight streams through our open window as it has done since 8 this morning. I’ve laid here awake thinking about last night and cursing the greasy puggle walloper who invented strong aniseed spirits. I drop an arm across your back and kiss your cheek affectionately, careful not to wake ‘the Pat’. Nothing doing I venture into the bathroom and draw away from the unkempt vagabond in the mirror. Showered and spruced up I pour you water and pop four much needed pills out setting them down on the bedside table. I draw a love heart on hotel stationary in pencil and venture out in search of eggs.Despite being almost deserted the poolside beds are occupied with crappy towels with only a few scattered couples to be seen. Over by the bar I spy the three amigos downing dog hair cocktails with lots of tomato juice. I received some very different salutations from the morning before and I have to admit it’s somewhat infectious, they order up the same drink for me and the ribbing commences. All boys together.
Jake is on his phone, glued to it as usual but there’s clearly something more interesting than usual to dribble over, “check this out” he says and multiple pings sound out from the table. Now they’re all goggle eyed with rapt expressions and scurrilous half formed remarks. “ fuck me Nige you had a busy night, lucky dog you!” I ask but they won’t show me. “Seen it all before old man” is all I get and realise with horror that we’d been caught on camera.
“That better not be what I think it is” is all I can blurt furiously trying to keep an even temper. (If it’s true then they’ve got me so best stay chummy.) “no fear old son nothing on here to incriminate you, I don’t think so anyway” Jake jested and the cacophony of hoots and derision comforted me somewhat. Reasoning it through I figured that with the light right behind my head the best they could have caught would be your perfect arse but I had to know. It was going to be a long morning but at least it seemed to me that they were just having a bit of fun at our expense. But still.
With promises of silence to spare the ladies blushes I left them still giggling like schoolgirls and headed back up to give you the good news. I wasn’t sure how you’d take it and the walk to our room put me in mind of the petrified trudge to the Headmaster’s study when I was a boy. I was in a fine funk by the time I sat with you to tell all but I needn’t have worried and I should have had more faith in my girl. Much more.
My jaw clenched and my heart almost burst when you sauntered over to the loungers where the boys were laid out. You had your bag and towel for one and neatly laid everything out before removing your tee shirt to expose your beautiful body, then clad only in your new white bikini laid down and applied sun cream all over your front and began to read. From where I was sitting I could see it all so clearly and every fibre of my being screamed for me to race down there and pull you away but you’d have got 10/10 for style and I had to admire you for that much at least.
The usual mild banter “hot one today, better get plenty of cream on” and so forth. You’ve heard it all before and the twitch of excitement deep down there tells you how much you’ve missed the thrill of the chase. General enquiries about Nige – gone watch shopping eh? Be out a while eh? Pity. I can imagine everything and if I’m right you’ll be asking for a.. Oh there it is well played, a light for your cigarette. Very slick. Soon enough you’ll be turning over and in need of some help with your UV protection. In a vain effort to appear nonchalant two jump up at once and the loser pretends to need something from the bar while the winner respectfully applies your sun oil. Back and shoulders, down a little, lumbar and legs. Nice job.I have to turn away.
Over an uncharacteristically tense dinner we discuss the details of the next day’s outing. Snorkeling trip and surprise surprise guess who is coming along too? I’m not delighted at the prospect but it’s not the worst news either. They have their uses and I know my girl won’t let me down. I drift into a troubled sleep.
We arrive en masse and fortunately you know the operators well. You sort out the group’s disclaimers for us and we sign our lives away cheerfully as others join our happy little party aboard the skylark. Nothing more is said about the other night and I’m glad of it, we enjoy the day together. So well in fact that we decide to do the bar street crawl together later.
It’s 11pm sharp and I’m not really looking forward to dragging around these shitty bars but with a dab of Raki behind each ear I venture out with my girl looking as sexy as ever in her heels and shorts. I know all eyes will be on those perfect legs but I don’t care. There’s been a shift in my perspective since yesterday and I’m simply resigned to fate. One thing I do know is that I’m a damn sight more attractive when I’m having a good time than when I look murderous so let the good times roll. In the event I manage to both be the heart and soul and look murderous on frequent occasions when ‘would be’ paramours get a little too friendly. The guys are remarkably cool around women, none of them seem too interested in casual flings with the abundance of scantily clad young flesh on show and so it’s a relatively early night at 2.am when we stumble back into the room.
I can hear that the party is still in full swing next door as we venture out with a nightcap and you must have been a little further gone than usual because your volume control seems to be on the blink when you suggest a little roll reversal and produce a blindfold. I like the idea and soon I find myself on the bed with my hands tied to the ornate bed head and my best silk tie wrapped around my head. It’s an alien feeling for me at first but as your mouth works its way down my chest and your teeth tease down my shorts my excitement is building.
You excuse yourself for a second and I hear the bathroom door close and a slight draft from the vent tickles the hairs on my legs. I feel vulnerable, blinded and caught at your mercy. You’re soon back and clearly worse for wear as you stumble around getting your clothes off knocking into chairs but soon you’re back on me. I feel your heat, your breath as you trace the length of my cock with your tongue. I feel you move and I imagine that you are in position now with your backside high up and your knees wide apart. I hear the unmistakable sound of wetness being plunged in and out and you ask me if I know what you’re doing. “Im finger fucking myself baby, do you like that?” You leave off for a moment and moan with pleasure before greedily sucking your fingers clean leaving the taste on your lips. “Im ready for you now” you mount me in one fluid motion and begin to grind and pulse slowly. You’re asking if I like what I see and I’m about to remind you that I can’t see a thing when I realise you mean in my minds eye. You ask me what I see and I tell you I see the three guys from next door standing behind you with stiff cocks in hand, stroking them as they marvel at your perfect ass and the sight of my cock stretching you out as it plows deeper in. You spasm and I can imagine you arching your back to enjoy the orgasm which floods your body and I’m ready to cum hard inside of you when you suddenly stop. You tug at the blindfold and sudden bright light blinds me for a moment, as it clears I can barely believe what I’m seeing. We are not alone.
At the end of the bed, butt naked and sporting furious erections are the 2 Js and Marcus looking decidedly seedy. “she said that’s what you wanted but we had to hear it mate,” confesses quiet J sheepishly despite his obvious arousal. I’m torn between fury and desire, my balls still aching from earlier and im about to tell them to fuck off when you stop me by sliding off the bed and kneeling between them. “You should be careful what you wish for baby” you reach up and take a cock in each hand. “ do you like that baby? They’ve got such nice big cocks. You never stopped to think that I might want it too?” You kiss the tip of each and a train of pre-cum strings like a spider silk from your lips.
I angrily warn them off from touching you, even tied up I can manage to sound threatening “I guess what the lady wants she shall take, no more” and in that moment I want nothing better than to fuck you like a whore and watch them cover you in hot spunk but you cut me short “seeing as youre so interested in bisexuals I want you boys to do something for me first – touch each other NOW” and without giving them room to argue you guide Jay’s hand over to Jakes rigid cock and help him to start stroking and quickly begin to stroke the other two yourself. As you close your mouth around Marcus you place his hand on Jay. It lasts only a few seconds before your spell wears off and by then you’ve knelt on the bed with my cock in your mouth, your free hand pulling aside your pants to give them a better view. “Now spank me Marcus, I’ve been a very bad girl” a stinging inexpert slap grazes your left cheek and you gasp. His second is more measured and soon Jake begins to warm your right with his bronzed hand. I can scarcely believe my eyes but this is happening, we are merely puppets to your lust and the sight of them wanking slowly over your well spanked arse, speading the cheeks wide so that they can see your fingers pumping in and out squirting juices down your legs brings me to the edge again and again and each time sensing it you pull back and order back your instructions. “Harder Marcus I deserve this, careful now Jake tickle my arsehole, gently you dirty fucker I want your cum on there soon”
Jake came first and he must have had his eggs this morning judging by the long white splurt that leapt up and over your back but he wasn’t finished and pumped wad after wad of hot sweet cum over your ass and pussy. When you brought your hand back it was sticky with the stuff and you sucked the fingers clean before going back to rub the rest into your clit. “Hmm that was good Jake but I want more, I want a cock in me now” Jay didn’t think twice and fairly roared as he thrust into you taking all of ten seconds before shuddering to his climax.
You hoisted yourself up onto me and with Jakes cum dripping down my shaft lowered yourself on to me. “Wet enough for you darling?” you drawled as you rode me slowly and then with a crooked finger you beckoned Marcus to the side of the bed and you ordered him to choke you properly like the good slut you are. I could feel he was hitting the mark as you clenched around my cock and after a furious pounding I saw his balls tighten and pump. Cum dribbled from the sides of your mouth as you struggled to swallow it and dripped down onto your perfect breasts and my chest.
Breathing hard the three flopped into chairs (suddenly formal you’ll notice) with much high fiving all round but to their surprise I didn’t finish the job. Laying next to me now, utterly ruined with other mens cum you smile up at me and say “shall we?” I slowly lower my hands which despite appearances weren’t fastened to anything other than the smart phone I was holding. “Don’t worry about me boys, I’ve got some porn to watch later, bit of everything for everyone in here”
Shock. Absolute horror as it dawned on them, and then council for The Accused pipes up “you can’t use that anyway, it’s a jail term for revenge porn or didn’t you know?” – a regular barrack room lawyer this lad.
“Not”, says I, “if you have a signed general photography release and a contract to make porn gentlemen.” I threw the stack of copies across to them, “some bed-time reading perhaps?
And might I suggest that in future, my learned colleague, that you take the time to read what you sign?”
The truth dawned on them and it wasn’t the happiest of outcomes judging by the collective looks of consternation.
“Oh, and stay close chaps, we might be needing you again.” “ High five Sassy”
Slap.
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