Date: Tue, 10 Jul 2012 14:10:43 +0200
From: Amy Redek <adultreading@gmail.com>
Subject: The Babysitter. Part Two.

    This story is for persons of eighteen years or over.  All comments,
good or bad, are welcome and all will be answered.

     Part Two

   Over the next two weeks, Nicky felt somewhat jaded and this fact was
noticed by Jason. The sessions they had were perfunctory, lack lustre
performances by her standards. She went through the usual motions of doing
and being done, but her heart wasn't in it. She had honed Jason sexual
skills to a very high standard so it was easy for him to pick up on her
despondency.

   `What's wrong Nicky?' Jason asked as they cuddled after a rather steamy
session.

   `Nothing, nothing at all. I'm just tired, that's all,' she replied.

   `Maybe what you need is a holiday. That's it! A holiday,' he grinned as
he hugged himself. He knew what he had to do, and being the lucky little
sod that he was, it fell into his lap a few days later. He had already
asked his mother, when was the likelihood of them going on holiday. Sandra
said that she didn't know but would ask his father, which she did that
night at dinner. They had just finished eating and were having coffee when
she broached the subject.

   `Have you given any thought to our holiday this year dear?' she casually
asked. He leaned back in his chair, and wiped his mouth with his napkin.

   `Yes I have as a matter of fact. Er, well, it was somewhat decided for
me as it so happens.' He fiddled with his napkin. `Someone from the
association has to meet with some very, and I mean very, important
people. They are setting up a consortium and they want me to lay the
groundwork. Not only that! If I can pull off the whole deal myself, well, I
don't want to hatch the chickens before the eggs have been laid so as I was
due a holiday, I volunteered.' He looked down at the table when he finished
speaking.

   `No! No!' cried Sandra, `I'm not going to bloody Russia again. I'm not
taking another holiday there, no way. No! No! No!' She found herself
standing and gripping the table. She made herself relax and sat
down. `Please,' she implored him, `tell me it's not Russia again.'

   `No,' he shook his head, `it's not Russia.' His head still down, gaze
fixed upon the table.

   `Well where then, you sadist?' Sandra demanded. He then looked up and
suddenly grinned.

   `Ha-ha! Got you there, didn't I. Hold your hats. It's the Bahamas!' he
cried.

   `Wowee,' shouted Jason, throwing the piece of bread that he had been
holding, up into the air. `Wowee', he shouted again.

   `You're not joshing us again, are you Jim?' begged Sandra.

   `No. Not this time,' laughed Jim, `It's an off-shore consortium that's
based out there that I've got to see. I said that as it would take at least
two weeks, I would have to take my family, and they agreed. It's all tax
deductible, so it's first class all the way. Even the hotel! So you are to
pack your best for us to do a lot of business, and,' he winked, `a lot of
pleasure as well.' He sat up straight. `What do you think of that then?'

   Sandra immediately started ticking off on her fingers of the new clothes
she would need, while Jim was saying that he needed a new set of golf
clubs, and that his tuxedo was getting a bit tight, must have shrunk a bit.

   Jason was banging the table to get their attention. He kept banging
until they both stopped talking and looked at him. The time was now he
thought. His dreams of the other night were now a distinct
possibility. `What about me,' he asked in a small voice.

   `Well you're coming of course my darling,' Sandra said, squeezing his
hand.

   `No. What I mean is, who is going to look after me while you're out in
the evening enjoying yourselves? Are you going to leave me all alone in a
strange hotel?'

   `No darling,' said Sandra, `we'll get someone from the hotel to look
after you.'

   `I see! A complete stranger to look after your only son,' looking at his
mother, and then turning to his father, finished his sentence, `and heir?
If it's tax deduct or whatever, and somebody else is paying, why can't we
take our own sitter?' He sat back, waiting for the counter arguments.

   Jim and Sandra looked at each other. Both of their thoughts being sent
in the direction of Nicky. Jim's were of Nicky's head going up and down on
his shaft, of her astride him with her head thrown back as she rode his
cock horse. Sandra's mind was feeling her tongue driving her wild, and the
electricity that she felt when their breasts made contact with each other.

    Jason sat still, with his fingers crossed beneath the table, hoping
that they would agree to his suggestion as Jim and Sandra looked at each
other and started to nod in unison, agreeing that it was an excellent
idea. Though they were both agreeing for reasons of their own.

   `Hooray,' shouted Jason, a clenched fist punching the air. `Can I phone
and tell her now?' he asked getting down from the table.

   `Hold on Jason. Yes you can ask her if she would like to come, but
remember, she might not want to. She might have other plans that we don't
know about. Also, you don't know yet when we are going,' Jim said with a
smile.

   `When dad, when?' Jason begged.

   `Next week son,' as he tousled Jason's hair. `We can go next week. All
I've got to do is fix the date and make the bookings.'

   Jason rushed into the den and phoned Nicky. When she came on the phone,
he quickly and breathlessly, told her that he had got his parents to agree
to take her on holiday with them the very next week.

  `That's great,' she said, `but I don't think I can go.'

   `Why not?' Jason wailed.

   `Well...for starters, I don't have any clothes for a holiday. Second
is...'

   `I've got money,' interrupted Jason. `I can get you some holiday
clothes. Pleeeese. You've got to come. Say yes. Please say yes, pleeese,'
he begged.

   `Well...maybe I...'

   `Great,' Jason interrupted again, `Mum! Mum! Nicky can come,' he yelled
back to the dining room. `She hasn't got any clothes, but she'll come.'
Sandra had meanwhile entered the den and took the phone from Jason.

   `Nicky?  Nicky, it's me,' Sandra said, `Now let's not hear any nonsense
about clothes. This is a free holiday for us all, so don't worry about
clothes. In fact,' she paused, `I need some myself as it happens. Are you
free tomorrow? What? No, it's no bother. I can pick you up and we can go
shopping together. No, no,' stopping Nicky from speaking. `It's settled
then. I'll pick you up around nine o'clock, and then we can go out on a
spree. It's Jim's card that I'm using so there's no problem. See you
tomorrow about nine. Bye now, yes I will, bye.' She put the phone down and
went back into the dining room, Jason following her.

   `Nicky says to say thank you. Oh, I forgot to ask her if she's got a
passport. Well I can ask her tomorrow.'

   So the next day with Jim at work and Jason at school, with the
confirmation that Nicky did indeed have a passport, the two women went off
to town and by lunch time, were loaded up with parcels and bags from the
city's major stores. They stopped off for a quick lunch snack, and were
back at Sandra's house by the early afternoon.

   `Let's now see what we've got between us, and how they look,' Sandra
said. The bags and boxes were opened and the contents strewn about the
bedroom as the contents were tried on, first by one, and then the
other. There weren't any inhibitions now about them undressing in front of
each other, with compliments flowing backwards and forwards about each
choice of dress or beachwear. The clothes lay scattered about as they stood
admiring each other in the last items, that being the one piece swimming
costumes that they had chosen.

   `That colour goes just perfect with your hair,' said Sandra, standing
close and running her hands through Nicky's short hair.

   `I think I like the one that you have chosen better than mine,' said
Nicky, putting her hand on Sandra's shoulder, and moving in closer, said,
`I would like to say thank you for the clothes you have just bought me.'

   They looked into each other's eyes, and both started laughing. `And I,'
gasped Sandra, `want to thank you for...for coming with me.' Which sent
them both off into hysterics.

   `Let's both say thank you together, and come again. And again and
again.' They held each other as they laughed, and the tears were still
rolling down their faces as Nicky reached up and slowly eased off the
shoulder straps of Sandra's swimsuit. She pulled the top down till her
breasts were bare. Nicky's hungry lips fastened onto a nipple that had
risen in anticipation of what was to come. Sandra stood still as her
breasts were licked and sucked. Her head was thrown back as Nicky's mouth
and tongue went ever lower, taking the swimsuit down till it fell to the
floor. Nicky followed it down to kiss Sandra's feet.

   Embarrassed, Sandra pulled her up, and started to peel off Nicky's
swimsuit, kissing her breasts as hers had been kissed. Unable to control
themselves any longer, they lunged at each other. Crashing to the floor as
they kissed each other passionately, writhing on the carpet, breasts
crushing breasts as they twisted their legs so that their pubic regions
ground against each other.

   Covered in sweat, the rolled around on the carpet until they were top
and toe to each other. Their tongues delving deep into each other as they
rolled on the floor. Not only their tongues, but mouths and fingers as they
brought each other to orgasms, both coming at the same time. Bodies
slippery with sweat, they lay sucking and licking each other, heaving and
gasping as they drank the juices that flowed from each other.

   They fell apart, both gasping for breath and gripped each other's hand
as they lay getting their wind back. Then, after a little while, they rose
up, helping each other, went and had a shower together. They still stroked,
fondled and touched each other while soaping. But these were touches of
endearment now, not lust. As they dressed, Nicky slyly asked if she
shouldn't thank Jim for the use of his credit cards.

   `Good God no!' Sandra exclaimed, `thank you's are between us. Don't
involve Jim,' she said laughing, `let sleeping dogs lie.'

   They were dressed and tidied before Jason came home and he was delighted
with the clothes that had been bought for him for the holiday, but a bit
disappointed that he couldn't model them for Nicky with his mother being
there.

   Jim was now spending a lot more time at the office, finalising details
before the planned trip, so the social evenings prior to the date planned
for the holiday were cancelled. He did find time to call upon Nicky about
her passport. She wouldn't let him into the house where she lived, but came
out to the car, where she handed him her passport.

   `I was worried for a while that you didn't have one. When did you get
it?' he asked.

   `Well I went on holiday a few years ago with my boyfriend to
Holland. But when I found out that he only wanted me to go so that I could
carry drugs back for him, I left. Without him and without carrying any
drugs.'

   `Good for you!' Jim exclaimed, `I'd crucify Jason if I found out he was
playing around with anything like that.'

   `No worry there. I've got him believing in bodily fitness. No drugs,
just willpower and stamina is his credo for self satisfaction.' Jim was
perplexed by her reply, but didn't want to show his ignorance as to what
she was exactly saying. He drove off, promising to pick her up the next
day.

                                                         *
   He collected her the next day, stowing her single suitcase in the trunk
of the car, and drove off back home to collect the others. On the way,
Nicky spoke about the forthcoming trip.

   `Thank you for taking me on this trip. I know it's to look after Jason,
but, still, thank you very much and I promise to look after him. I can also
do Sandra's hair in the evenings before you go out, and I'm sure that you
will want me to do something for you,' she said, putting her hand into his
crotch and giving it a squeeze. The car swerved a little when she did this,
he straightened up the car, and put his free hand onto her thigh.

   `You can bet on that,' he replied, squeezing back. He drove the car
straight into the garage, as they would be taking a cab to the airport
later that afternoon, and carried her suitcase into the house and deposited
it with the others that were ready to go.

   `Hi Nicky, looking forward to the trip?' asked Sandra as she came down
the stairs as they entered the house.

   `I sure am, Sandra, thrilled to bits,' she replied.

   Sandra turned to Jim, `I couldn't find it, well I did find it, but it
was empty.'

   `What?' Jim replied, perplexed.

   `The sun block cream. I could've had sworn that we had a bottle in the
cabinet. Could you run down to the store and get some?' Sandra asked.

   `No,' said Jim, `I've still got some phone calls to make. Besides, the
car's in the garage with the battery off so it won't discharge,' he
lied. `Why don't you walk down. It's not far. Nicky can prepare lunch. Take
Jason with you. He looks like he needs a bit of air. He's been acting like
a bear with a sore head for the last couple of days, as though someone had
taken his toys away from him.'  Nicky had to turn away to hide the smile at
the thought of what constituted Jason's toys. `Go on,' urged Jim, `go get
the last bits that we need,' as he virtually hustled Sandra and Jason out
of the house.

   With them both out of the house, Jim went through into the den, calling
out to Nicky to join him. He mixed himself a drink and asked if she wanted
one.

   `A small gin and tonic, please,' she said, ignoring the implied
innuendo, `after all, we are now on holiday, aren't we?'

   `Yes, and I think you wanted to say thank you, as you said in the car,'
said Jim, smiling and leaning back on the bar.

   `Well I did say thank you to Sandra, so I suppose I can say it to you
also.' She took a sip of her drink and moving up to stand in front of him,
placed her drink on the bar, next to his elbow, and reached for his
belt. She undid the buckle and pulled down the zipper, not without some
difficulty, as he had already worked himself up in anticipation, and pulled
his cock out from his trousers, heavy, large and throbbing and ready for
use. His juices had already started to flow, and the sweet sticky exudation
was beginning to drip off the end. She knelt down and licked this nectar
till he was clean, and took him fully into her mouth. She sucked, and
worked him with her hand at the same time.

   She choked when the head of his prick rammed the back of her throat as
his hands pulled her head tight into his crotch. She shook her head and
managed to pull free, his cock banging her nose quite hard.

   `Don't do that!' she gasped, looking up at him. `I couldn't breathe.'

   `Come on, come on,' he hissed through clenched teeth. `I'm nearly
there!' His thick, red swollen cock was quivering and throbbing at the same
time.

   She quickly took him back into her mouth, as she didn't want him
spurting semen out all over her hair, and taking a deep breath round the
sides of his tool, really sucked and worked her hand fast. He quickly came
in shuddering bursts, almost like rapid fire of a machine gun, with her
swallowing as fast as he shot his load, managing to take it all as his
movements slowed. She continued sucking until she felt the tension suddenly
subside within him, and could feel no more semen coming through. She
released him with a rake of her teeth, which made him flinch.

   `Steady with the teeth,' he gasped. `I've still got use for the old
codger yet.'

   `Then don't try to choke me next time, or there won't be a next
time. You might be taking me on a holiday,' she said, standing up in front
of him, `but somebody else is paying for it, so there's no reason for you
to treat me like a whore!' She picked up her drink, and swiftly downed it,
banging the empty glass back onto the bar.

   `Sorry,' he mumbled, as he fumbled to push his wilting penis back into
his trousers.

   `Now we had better start getting the lunch prepared as you said that we
would do!' she said as she stormed out into the kitchen. Jim, sheepishly
followed her, `Yes dear,' he muttered under his breath.

   With Sandra and Jason back, lunch was soon consumed. Nicky did the
dishes and Jason was given garbage detail, seeing that all the household
rubbish was put out. Jim was on the phone, confirming that the flight was
on schedule, and Sandra repacking the suitcases, worrying that she might
have forgotten something. Nicky had finished the washing up and tried to
help, but found she was getting in the way, so sat back and watched.

                                                         *
   It was late afternoon when the cab arrived to take them to the
airport. It being a night flight, and they were due to land in the Bahamas
in the early morning. The taxi journey went quickly, and they were soon at
the airport for the interminable waiting after seeing to tickets,
immigration etc. It seemed a long time, but it would have been much longer
if they hadn't been travelling first class.

   They were ushered into the first class lounge, and offered drinks while
they waited to board the aircraft. Eventually, the P.A. system called their
flight and they gathered their belongings along with the duty free items
purchased, and made their way down the covered way to the aircraft. By
holding first class tickets, they were the first to board, and were greeted
by two stewardesses, and escorted to their seats. Their hand luggage and
duty free were taken from them to be stowed away for the flight.

   As they had requested two window seats of the four, Sandra and Jim, were
sat together, with Jason and Nicky in the seats behind. Drinks were again
offered, and Jason took advantage of this, and ordered beer for himself and
Nicky. Such was his savoir-faire, there was no hesitation at them being
served.

   `If there is anything that you need, just press this,' the stewardess
said as she leaned over Jason and indicated the button in the arm rest,
`and one of us will come.' Jason giggled, but stifled it when Nicky jabbed
him sharply in the ribs.

   `When I press your button, you come too,' he giggled into Nicky's ear.

   `Shuuush,' she hissed at him.

   The stewardess collected the glasses and fussed about their seat belts
prior to take off. Nicky, having the window seat, seeing the ground pass by
very fast, gripped Jason's hand, holding it very tight as the aircraft left
the ground, and not letting go till the pinging noise above them, said that
they could release their seat belts. Jason pressed the button he had been
shown, and a small light came on above his seat and Nicky slapped at his
wrist.

   `Don't play with the buttons,' she hissed, as she tried to find the
right button to turn it off.

   `Yes sir. Can I be of any assistance?'

   The sudden appearance of the stewardess startled Nicky, but Jason smile
sweetly at her, and said, `Wendy,' that was the nametag she had on her
uniform. `Do be a dear and find me something to read. Not today's paper,
but something light.' Nicky stared at him. It wasn't what he had said, but
the way that he said it; and the smile that he gave was of such an angelic
beauty, that it took her breath away. This boy was learning bloody fast as
to how to chat up a member of the opposite sex.

   `Certainly sir. I'll see what we have,' she smiled sweetly.

    `Wendy,' he was extending his hand as he spoke. `Wendy, my name is
Jason. The gentleman in front of me is the sir.' His smile was so beguiling
that Wendy involuntary took his hand and shook it, such was the power of
his smile.

   `Certainly...Jason,' she blushed, as she slowly, and it seemed, with
difficulty, released his hand and went off.

   `Very pretty, don't you think?' Jason asked Nicky, with a devilish smile
on his face, `but of course, she's not as pretty as you.'

   `You little devil,' said Nicky in a hushed voice. She didn't want the
two in front to hear what she was going to say.

   `That was the most blatant "come on" that I've ever heard. You should be
ashamed of yourself.'

   `Why? You're the teacher! You should be proud of what your pupil is
doing, and I think she would perform very well in bed, don't you?' Jason
said, enjoying this conversation. `I wouldn't mind getting between her legs
with her thighs clamped around my head.'

   `Shuush, shuush,' hissed Nicky, going red in the face.

   `Why not. I bet she'd like to be with someone of my experience,' he
boasted.

   `You little shit,' Nicky snarled at him, `now you're getting big
headed. What if I told you that you are still a little boy with a lot to
learn. You can't go round making boasts like that if you can't come up with
the goods,' she said angrily. His face crumpled, and tears sprang into his
eyes, that made her instantly regret her outburst at what she had said.

   `I'm sorry Jason. I shouldn't have said that,' taking his hand. `I'm
sorry. I really am! You are a wonderful lover. The best I've ever
known. It's just that I didn't like the way you spoke just then. We know
what you would like to do, and what you can do, but, er... be a bit more
subtle about it. Come, wipe your eyes, if it makes you feel any better, if
I didn't have you with me on this holiday, I don't think I would say no to
Wendy either.' She giggled, and this made him giggle too. `That's better,'
she said, `here she comes. Now remember, be good!'

   Wendy leaned down to Jason and handed him some magazines, `I think that
these will satisfy you, si...Jason.'

   `Thank you so much Wendy. By the way, this is my very dear friend, and
mentor, Nicky. Say hello Nicky,' he said as he nudged her. `She's a bit on
the shy side,' nudging her again.

   `Hello Nicky,' Wendy said. `If there's anything you want on the flight,
do not hesitate to call me.' She then moved on to talk to Sandra and Jim
ahead of them.

   Dinner was served, an excellent meal by airline standards, and, when
they had finished, the trays were taken away. When the cabin had been
cleared away, the lights were dimmed for those who wished to sleep.  Nicky
and Jason reclined their seats for that purpose. They lay there for a
while, until Jason leaned over to Nicky and asked, `What's the mile high
club?'

   `I don't know,' she replied.

   `I'll ask Wendy when she comes through next,' he said.

   `No you won't,' she hissed back at him.

   `So you do know what it means! But if you don't know,' he was whispering
close to her ear, `it's when you're in a plane that's over a mile high in
the sky and you get to fuck somebody, you both then become members of "The
Mile High Club". That's what they said in school. Are you a member?' he
slyly asked.

   `No! I've never been in a plane before, so how could I be in the club,
and neither am I pregnant, which is the other club,' she retorted.

   `Can we join the club tonight,' he whispered again, stroking her hand.

   `No,' Nicky said, also whispering.

   `Then I'll have to ask Wendy if she will,' he countered.

   `Don't you dare,' she said fiercely.

   `I will if you won't, I will if you don't,' he started to chant softly.

   `Stop it, stop it,' she begged, but he kept on chanting.

   `Okay, okay,' she capitulated. `Later. When everybody's asleep.'
Suddenly the small light pinged above his head.

   `What are you doing? That's the call for a stewardess!'

   `I know,' he replied, `I want a drink. I'm thirsty.'

   A stewardess appeared by his side, turning off the call light. He read
her name tag before the light went out.

   `Can I help you?' she asked pleasantly.

   `Yes please June,' he said, `what a lovely name. June. It conjures up
visions of sunshine and blue skies.'

   She laughed and said, `Wendy said that you would say something like
that, but it's nice of you to say so. Thank you. Now what would you like? A
drink?'

   `Yes please. Nectar. Nectar of the Gods. That what comes...' Nicky's
elbow drove hard into his ribs, cutting off his breath.

   `We'll both have orange juice please, and a dose of bromide for him,'
Nicky said.

   June grinned, and shortly returned with their drinks, and then passed on
to another passenger. She collected their empty glasses a little while
later, and Nicky settled down to sleep. One by one, the reading lights
winked out, as others settled down to sleep away the flight. Nicky was
awoken from her fitful sleep by Jason's elbow nudging her.

   `Give me your hand,' he whispered. She sleepily extended it and he
grasped it, pulling it under the light blanket covering him, and closed her
hand round his erection that was sticking out of his trousers.

   `What the hell are you doing,' she whispered.

   `Come on. It's been like this for the past hour, and you did promise to
join the club. Everybody's asleep.'

   `Okay, okay,' she sighed, giving him a gentle squeeze, starting to get
damp between her legs at the thoughts of doing it in the aircraft. `I'll go
into the left hand toilet. Give it a minute or two, then come along. But be
bloody quiet, or we're both in the shit.' Nicky pushed aside her blanket,
and made her way down to the toilets, brushing against the galley curtain
as she passed down the cabin.

   Wendy and June were in the galley, having coffee and quietly talking as
they saw the curtain move. Out of habit, Wendy peeped out, and saw Nicky
disappear into the toilet, and thinking nothing of it, continued talking to
June. A couple of minutes later, the curtain moved again, and she looked
out again, this time to see Jason also going into the same toilet that
Nicky had entered. As the door shut, she quickly looked down the cabin to
see that Nicky hadn't returned to her seat.

   `I wouldn't have thought so, but they have. It's Nicky and Jason,' Wendy
said.

   `What's the time?' June asked.

   `Exactly seven minutes past four,' Wendy replied, after looking at her
watch. This wasn't the first time that they had observed couples occupying
the same cubicle in the small hours of the night. They had their usual bet
on the length of time before the first one emerged from the toilet. The one
closest to the time would win the bet, with the other paying for the first
round of drinks at their stop over hotel. June said nine minutes and Wendy
went for thirteen.

   Nicky entered the narrow cubicle and shut the door, somewhat dismayed
that the light stayed on when she shut the door. As there wasn't much she
could do about it, shrugged her shoulders. She quickly took off her panties
and realised that she hadn't brought her bag in with her, so she put them
on the small shelf by the washbasin.

   She jumped as the light went out as the door opened and Jason squeezed
in. The light came back on when he closed the door and slid the catch to
show that the toilet was occupied. Even when the toilet is only occupied by
one person, there isn't a lot of space for whatever function they wished to
do. With two people occupying this space, it doesn't leave much room for
manoeuvring about. Not for Jason though, he dropped his trousers, letting
his erection spring free from below his shirt. He would have liked for
Nicky to have sucked it, but there was no way she could bend down, or for
him to kiss her pussy either. As it was, his cock got in the way of her
trying to hitch up her skirt. The space didn't stop him from kissing her as
he put his fingers up into her, feeling the wetness as they slid into
her. With two fingers inserted and his thumb rubbing her clit, he kissed
her deeply. Tongues touching and trying to twine around each others, he
continued to frig her till she said it was time to join the club.

   `Now this is going to take some agility,' she said as she wedged her
left leg between the bulkhead and his knee, and then put her other leg up
onto the flat shelf behind him. To balance herself against the plane's
movements, she placed one hand round the back of his neck and lowered
herself down onto him. As he arched his body up to meet her, she grasped
his shaft and rubbed it against her wet vulva. She held the position for a
moment, his throbbing cock at the portals of her vagina. Their eyes locked
upon each other's as she lowered herself and felt him slide up into
her. They both smiled at the same time as he took her full weight into his
arms and on his crotch.  Both her arms went round his neck as they fucked,
her body moving out from his as far as she could go, to give him as deep a
penetration as she could. It caused a strain on his thighs, but he pumped
her up and down on his embedded shaft. Nicky stifled her gurgles as she
orgasmed, triggering Jason to let go and come in quick, short bursts. Her
inner muscles holding him tight in the wet cave as he came, squeezing him
in time to his thrustings, milking him of his semen.

   He gave a little cry at the final push, straining his body tight up
against hers, and letting her slowly slide down till her feet touched the
floor and his wet cock slipped out. Her body giving out a final orgasm as
he did so. They clung to each other gasping, his still erect cock smearing
her stomach with their fluids, then froze as someone tried the door to
their cubicle. But relaxed, when they heard the door next to theirs,
opened, and then closed.

   It was with some difficulty that they separated their sweaty thighs, and
Nicky wobbled a bit as she stood up straight and get some tissues to wipe
herself. Then to wiggle about to get her skirt back down over her hips. She
then helped to wipe him, as her flow had been copious and had matted his
pubic hairs.

   `No. Leave it,' he said, `I can then put my hand down there and smell
you for the rest of trip.' He held her hard and kissed her. `Thank you
Nicky for letting me join the club. The chaps at school are never going to
believe this.'

   She kissed him back, telling him that they must make their way back to
their seats as quietly as possible. He reluctantly let go of her and, with
difficulty, pulled up his trousers, zipped up the fly, gave her a quick
kiss and quietly opened the door and slipped out. Nicky then had the space
to finish cleaning herself. A quick look into the mirror, fluffing up her
hair and straightening her skirt, left the toilet to go to her seat. Their
movements had been timed, and Wendy gave a thumbs up sign to June, who
shook her head with a wry smile. She had lost the bet. They had been in the
toilet for just over twenty one minutes.

   As Nicky sat back down in her seat, Jason grasped her hand, and with his
face very close to hers, whispered. `Thank you Nicky. Thank you. I really
do love you. I think I'm going to love you for the rest of my life.'

   `Of course you are, and I'm going to love you for just as long,' she
replied, giving him a peck on the cheek, `now settle down and let's get
some sleep for what's left of the flight.' She lay back and let him arrange
the blanket over her, but he slipped his hand up her skirt and fingered her
damp pubics.

   `Don't,' she said, pushing his hand away, `let me go back to sleep.'

   `Didn't you have panties on earlier,' he whispered.

   `Shit,' she said, sitting bolt upright. `I've done it again.'

   At this point, the cabin lights came on and people started to stir, and
some left their seats to make their way to the toilets. Bloody hell, she
thought, then shrugged her shoulders, well it's too late to try to get them
now.

                                                         *
   Breakfast was served, Jason asking for a second helping, which he
polished off with gusto. As June reached to take away his tray, he took her
hand and kissed it.

   `Thank you June. That was delicious, and may I say that this has been a
most memorable trip.'

   `I'm sure it has,' she said drily. `Is there anything else that you
would like.'

   `Yes,' he winked at her, `but it's not on the menu.'

   Nicky slapped his wrist and turned to June, `Please excuse him. He does
tend to get over excited. We've had a very nice trip. Thanks a lot.'

   `You're welcome,' said June, and passed on to collect other trays.
Shortly, the captain's voice announced that they approaching their
destination, and hoped that all on board had enjoyed the flight and wished
them all a happy holiday. On came the sign for them to fasten their seat
belts, followed by the no smoking one. People seated at the windows, craned
their necks to see the islands below as the plane banked for its final
approach for landing. June and Wendy were swiftly moving through the cabin,
making sure that seat belts were fastened and that the seats were in their
upright positions.

   Then suddenly, the plane was crossing a palm fringed beach and next over
tarmac and with a gentle bump, touched down. As the plane stopped at its
parking place at the terminal, Jim stood, and retrieved their hand luggage
from the stewardess. Sandra asked the other two how had they enjoyed the
flight. Both agreed that it had been terrific.

   On leaving the aircraft, all passengers were bidden farewell by the
cabin crew, and said that they hoped they would see them again on their
return flight home. As Jason reached the exit, he shook hands with both
Wendy and June, and said that he'd loved the flight, and wished that it
could have been longer. Also that he would be very pleased if they met up
again in the very near future. June answered that it was just possible as
they were also staying over till the next day.  As Nicky said goodbye,
Wendy handed her a small airline complimentary purse like bag.

   `Don't open it now,' she said, `but we do like to make sure that
passengers do not forget any, er, personal belongings.' She smiled as Nicky
blushed. She knew exactly what was in the purse. She mumbled her thanks and
quickly ran to catch up with the others. Being first class passengers
meant, that not only were they the first off the plane, but that their
luggage came out before that of the others.  They were not kept waiting at
immigration and just waved through customs. They were channelled out to the
main concourse which was thronged with tour guides, porters, anxious
relatives and quite a number of men holding up crudely lettered signs of
the names of passengers that they were waiting for. Sandra gave a squeal as
she saw their name being held up by a colourful dressed man wearing a
battered trilby.

   He acknowledged the wave that she gave, and made his way to the end of
the railings that kept passengers apart from the people waiting. He took
over the pushing of the trolley with all their bags.

   `The name is Sam, Mrs Ashwell, ma-am,' he flung back over his shoulder
as he steamed forward with the loaded trolley. `I is yo' man here. What
you's want, I get.' Flashing them a great pearly white display of teeth in
his very black face. They exited the airport concourse to be hit by the
heat and humidity which immediately caused all of them to break out into
heavy sweating, soaking their heavy English clothing. Sam stopped at a
large black sedan, and loaded their baggage into the trunk and got them
seated in the car. He then took the driving seat and pulled sharply out
from the loading zone and into the other traffic leaving the airport.

   `I'se to see yose to safety of `otel an' be ready when yo' want,' he
said looking over his shoulder the whole time.

   `Keep your eyes on the road Sam, and we might get there safely,' Jim
said from the seat next to Sam.

   `And drop the beach bum accent,' piped up Jason from the back. `Dad's
here on business, and we're not your usual tourists from Hicksville,
U.S. of A. Do you unnerstan' man, and let's be friendly? My name is Jason;
my mum here is Mrs Ashwell. The gentleman next to you, is Sir, and the
gorgeous creature next to me is Nicky. Comprenni?'

   Sandra gave him a quick quizzical look at his last words in reference to
Nicky, but then dismissed it from her mind.

   `Yes Sir! Mr Jason, sir,' Sam grinned into the rear view mirror. `Some
of the folks like the islander touch. But I can see that you are a man of
the world and can see through us `por critters'.' He laughed to take the
sting out of his rebuke to Jason, but dropped the accent, and, in good
English, gave them a very comprehensive history of the locations that they
passed on their journey from the airport to the hotel where they were
booked in. Some sign must have passed between Sam and people of the hotel
as they pulled up under the canopied archway at the entrance. There was a
sudden flurry of people rushing about the car, helping them out and
retrieving their bags from the trunk. Management greeted them at the top of
the steps and escorted them to the reception desk where they treated most
regally.

   After the formalities were completed, the manager, personally escorted
them to their rooms, and scarcely had the baggage carriers disappeared with
their tips in their hands, before a waiter appeared with a large bottle of
champagne in a cooler, followed by another bearing a large tray of
canapés. Which were placed in the room.

   `With the compliments of the hotel,' he said, bowing and accepting the
proffered tip before he left.

   `This is a lovely suite,' Sandra said after a quick tour round. `Open
the champagne. I'm sure the children would like a glass, especially at this
time of the morning.'

   `They're too young to drink champagne,' Jim retorted.

   `Nonsense,' said Sandra, `Besides, they are on holiday the same as us.'
She swept out of the room and knocked on their respective doors, and told
them to come and drink a glass of champagne.

   With four glasses filled, Jim, somewhat pompously, took a stance and
said, `Well. This is, I suppose, the really first holiday that we've had
together,' He looked at Nicky standing next to Jason, `Er... sorry
Nicky. I...er...well, you are almost part of the family so to
speak. As... where was I? Oh yes. Even though I will be doing some company
business while we are here. I hope that we all have a good time and spend
as much of it as we can together. And,...oh hell,' he lifted his glass and
said, `to a good holiday, and the fun that we are going to have. Cheers.'

   They all clinked glasses together and took sips of the fizzy, each in
turn looking at each other as they drank. One quizzical, one questioning,
one imploring and the other begging. Nicky saw three of these and smiled to
each one as she read their secret thoughts in these glances. She took
another sip from her glass, and sneezed.

   `Geshundite,' said Sandra automatically.

   `It tickled my nose,' Nicky said, using a tissue, `it's the first time
I've ever drunk champagne. I'll never forget this moment as long as I
live. Thank you. Thank you both very much.'

   `Well, I think I could do with a nap, even though it is still morning,
but I didn't get much sleep on the plane. Too much to-ing and fro-ing for
me to rest properly,' said Sandra, finishing off her glass. `How did you
two sleep on the plane?' she asked of Nicky and Jason.

   `I didn't sleep at all,' Jason said, `I was too pumped up with
excitement. It's still only morning and I don't want this day to end. I
want to go down to the pool and have a swim. Come with me Nicky?' he asked.

   `Yes I think I will. The ride in the plane was quite bumpy, and I think
a swim would help me to relax.'

   `That's it. You two go off and have your swim, and then explore the
hotel. Jim and I will be down later after our nap.' With that, Jason and
Nicky went to their rooms and changed into swimwear, and each with a towel,
went down to the swimming pool area.

   The pool was of a large kidney shape, surrounded by lounging chairs that
were shaded for the most part by large palm trees. In the pool where it
curved round, was a thatched bar, and its seats were actually in the
water. As they entered the area, Jason gave a whoop, and throwing his towel
at Nicky, ran and dived in, almost traversing the whole length before
surfacing and letting out a rebel yell.

   Nicky dropped the towels on the nearest vacant loungers, and using the
pool side ladder, gently eased herself into the water. She did a couple of
widths, while Jason was swimming the whole length. He playfully splashed
her as he went past, and she climbed out of the pool, tugging down her suit
at the back as she went and picked up a towel. She sat down facing the next
seat which was occupied by a very tanned, slim, but well busted
female. Nicky was drying her legs, looking at this woman who was wearing
dark sunglasses, casually thinking that she looked familiar, when it
clicked.

   `Wendy! It's you,' she exclaimed. `What are you doing here? I thought
you would be on your way back by now.' Wendy sat up, taking her glasses off
and shading her eyes, smiled.

   `We do get some time off for good behaviour you know.'

   `Is June with you?' Nicky asked. Wendy nodded.

   `She's still up in our room. She should be down soon,' she answered.

   `How did you pick this hotel? How long are you staying?' the questions
pouring out of Nicky, making Wendy laugh.

   `The hotels are picked out for us by the airline for our stop-overs. We
go back on tomorrow's flight. We stay over at the other end for one day,
and then we come back again. Simple.'

   `How lovely,' said Nicky, `all that flying and then you can lay out in
the sun. Oooh it's so romantic.'

   `Romantic my eye,' Wendy said, `there's no romance here. We'll both be
in bed and asleep by eight tonight. Up early for the flight back
tomorrow. We never get enough time to meet any eligible young men, let
alone get romantic.' This triggered something in Nicky's mind, all jumbled
thoughts, but as her mind raced on.

   `Er...I...want to say thank you for the...er...purse,' she said to
Wendy. `I didn't have a chance to... How did you know they were mine?' she
asked.

   Wendy laughed, showing a perfect set of white teeth. `June and I saw you
both go in to where you left them, and we saw you both come out, too.'

   Nicky put her hand to her mouth, blushing, `You both saw us going in and
out?'

   `Well not if you are talking about sexual congress.' Wendy said
laughing. Nicky realising what she had said, started to laugh along with
her. Wendy leaned forward and patted Nicky's knee, `Don't worry about
it. We see it happen quite often. Was it good? It is rather a tight fit in
there, in more ways than one.' Which set them off to another bout of
laughter.

   `Yes, it wasn't bad, considering the restrictions, but he wanted to join
the club. I said no at first, but he threatened to ask you if you would
oblige if I didn't agree to it.'

   `But he's only a boy!' Wendy exclaimed.

   `He might be in age, but he's more of a man than any I've ever met, or
had,' Nicky added.

   `You're not related, are you?' Wendy asked.

   `No! Oh! You didn't think... that Jason and...'

   Wendy looked suitably abashed as she nodded her head, `I'm sorry. I just
jumped to conclusions. You all looked like a happy family. I'm sorry. What
can I do to make it up to you.?'

   `I'm what you would call a baby sitter. I'm supposed to be looking after
him while we are on holiday, but to tell you the truth,' she leaned closer
to Wendy who automatically moved forward as people do when a confidence is
about to be imparted. `I've been ``babysitting'' that boy for the past
three years. I've taught him all I can about how to please a woman. How to
give head, go down and eat pussy. Boy,' she breathed, `he's magnificent at
it. When you've been eaten by him, anybody else is only nibbling by
comparison.' She put her hand on Wendy's knee. `If you want to do anything
as you said just now, give him a try. I guarantee you won't be
disappointed. He said in the plane that he fancied you, and what he would
like to do to you if he had the chance. I had a hard time keeping his voice
down. Go on. Give it a try.'

   `But he's only a boy!' Wendy repeated.

   `Believe me Wendy. You won't want another man after Jason has shown you
what your body really needs, please?' she was now holding Wendy's hand,
nodding her head, till Wendy nodded hers in agreement. Nicky then waved to
Jason, beckoning him out of the pool. He was swimming close by as he saw
her waving to him.

   `Guess who's here?' she called, and he came to the side of the pool and
putting his hands flat on the side, heaved himself out in a single fluid
movement. He was shaking the water from his hair and eyes as he took the
proffered towel. He wiped his eyes clear and was able to see who it was.

   `Wendy,' he cried with pleasure, and bent and gave her a quick kiss on
the cheek and sat down beside her and gave her a wet hug.  `Wendy! It's
lovely to see you again so soon, and I must say,' he said, leaning out a
bit and looking up and down at her body, `that I do like what I see. That
uniform doesn't do you justice.' Wendy blushed under his scrutiny and saw
Nicky nodding, as if to say, what did I tell you. He took her hand in his
and continued, `I thought you were...'

   `We've been through all that Jason,' Nicky interrupted. `Wendy leaves
early in the morning.'

   `Oh how sad. I was hoping that you would be here much longer,' giving
her hand a squeeze.

   `June's here too,' Nicky interjected.

   `Great. We can have a party tonight,' Jason exclaimed.

   `No, I'm afraid we can't,' said Wendy putting her hand on his wet
thigh. `We have to get up early, so by the same token, we have to go to bed
early.' Her hand was moving up and down in slow movements along his thigh,
and as she continued speaking, her hand was moving ever closer up towards
his swimsuit.

   `Nicky's been telling me some wonderful stories about you.'

   `Such as?' Jason asked, feeling the effect that her hand was having on
him, as it started to touch his inner thigh, quite high up. His new
swimming costume was almost opaque with it being wet, and as her hand kept
moving ever higher, his cock could be seen to be growing in size. Both
girls could see what was happening between his legs and smiled at each
other.

   `I've told Wendy,' said Nicky, `what a great guy you are, and that you
would like to say thank you in your own way,' she said as she licked her
lips in a very suggestive way. `Go with Wendy and show your appreciation.'
Jason grinned at both the girls as he stood up, grabbing at a towel as the
head of his erection suddenly popped out of the top.

   `He's ready,' Nicky laughed. He laughed too as he took Wendy's hand and
led her away to the hotel. Nicky lay back on the lounger with a huge grin
on her face. Now let's see if he can cut the mustard, she thought.

   Jason led Wendy into the cool hall of the hotel, and went up the
stairs. `Let's go to your room,' he said, `my parents have the room next to
mine, and they could barge in at any time.'

   `But June is in our room,' Wendy protested.

   `No she isn't,' Jason replied. `I saw her at the front desk as we passed
through the lobby. She had her swimsuit on. So your room is empty, and
waiting to be used.' The innuendo was lost on her as he took the key from
her hand, and when they arrived at her room, he opened the door for
her. She went in and took the hanging card from the inside handle, and put
it on the outside of the door with "Do not disturb", being visible.

   The curtains were closed in the room, making it very dim against the
strong morning sunlight, and keeping the room cool. Wendy stood there in
the middle of the room as he stripped off the bed covers and dropped them
on the floor. He then turned to face her, watching her eyes as they dropped
to see his erection tight inside the swim suit. He moved over to her, and
putting his hands onto her shoulders, slowly turned her round and kissed
the back of her neck.

   He first stripped off one shoulder strap, kissing the faint mark made by
it, then slowly kissed across her shoulders to the next strap. These straps
were slowly pulled down so that she could slip her arms out of the
suit. Her breasts were still covered, and staying behind her, gently eased
down one cup to free the breast. His hand gently lifting it out of the cup
and slowly massaging it till the nipple came between his fingertips and
responded by growing hard. His other hand did the same to the other breast.

   Her head was now leaning back onto his shoulder and her hands gently
covered his as they moved in slow circles over her breasts. He slowly
released them, and turned her round to face him, kissing her lightly on the
lips and then moving down to let his own lips encircle one hardened nipple,
sucking as his tongue teased it, then it was the turn of the other. His
hands continued moving down her sides, pulling her swimsuit lower and
easing it down over her hips. His lips left her tits and moved further
south. Kissing his way down to her navel, his tongue doing the same there,
before going down to her pubic hair as he went onto his knees to let her
step out of the suit as he kissed her belly. As he kissed, he slowly pushed
her back until the edge of the bed caught her legs, and she fell backwards.

   Jason kept her legs apart as she fell and moved his head in between her
thighs, his fingers parting her inner folded lips to expose the hidden
bud. It was like an electric shock as his tongue, with the speed of a
striking cobra, flicked and curled round her clitoris. The tingle went
straight through her body, followed by another and another, until they
merged into a pulsating throb. His tongue moved faster still, increasing
this throbbing. Sweat started to pop out of her skin as she started to moan
and move her head from side to side. His shoulders blocked her from closing
her legs as the pressure built up inside of her. Her hair was now sticking
to her face as she started to thrash about.

   With her hands clenched at her sides, she arched her back as she reached
her climax and came with shuddering force of flowing juices, but he didn't
stop. He sucked at her, drinking her in as she came in several waves, and
kept eating her till she came for the second time. Even then, he didn't let
up. It was her violent thrashing about that threw her off the bed onto the
floor finally letting him go. She scrambled round on her knees, eyes wild
and partially covered by her sweaty hair plastered over her face as she
pulled down his suit to let his cock spring out.

   She hungrily fell on it, sucking it into her mouth, chewing and moving
her head up and down on him. Using her hand to help pump his cock in and
out of her mouth as she felt herself having her third orgasm. Twisting her
hips and trying to clamp her thighs tighter together as she came. He held
her shoulders as he too, now let go of his climax. Spending himself
directly into her throat as she writhed atop of him. Swallowing it as he
came, sucking and sucking till his hips slowed their movement and the last
of spasms quietened. His body was still trembling like hers as they both
finished their climaxes.

   It was only when she realised she was sucking on a dry well that she
released him from her mouth. He got up and putting his arms under her hers,
lifted her up off the floor and helped her to lay on the bed. He
straightened her legs and then lay down beside her, whispering into her
ear, nibbling at her lobe, one arm across her body, holding her close to
him. They lay like this for awhile, sated with sex. Wendy was flushed and
exhausted, and glad that she had listened to Nicky. This boy was certainly
worth any man she had known before. She felt him get off the bed.

   `Jason darling,' she said dreamily, `where are you going?'

   `I must go Wendy,' he said, pulling on his trunks as he then leaned over
and said, `thank you darling. That was wonderful'

   `The pleasure was all mine, I can assure you. Jason!' She grasped his
arm. `Can we do this again sometime? I'll be back again in a few days
time.' She was leaning up on one elbow, one large breast quivering. He
slipped his hand up under it and gently hefted it, his thumb rubbing the
nipple. He gave her a quick kiss, and picking up his towel, went to the
door. He blew her a kiss before he opened it and went out.

   `See you in a few days, if not sooner,' he smiled and closed the door.

   He went down to the pool area, and just before diving in, saw that Nicky
was talking to June. He dropped his towel and dived in, swimming underwater
to surface by where the girls were sitting. He pushed a wave of water up at
them, causing shrieks as the cold water hit them.

   `Hi June,' he called, as he heaved himself out of the pool. `Sorry about
that. Couldn't resist it,' he said with a disarming smile on his face. `You
were so engrossed. What, or should I say, about whom were you talking?'

   `You, you little shit. My hair's all wet now,' Nicky snarled at him,
vigorously rubbing her hair and body with a towel. With his arms outspread,
he turned to June, who was laughing.

   `Not bad things, I hope,' he asked.

   `No. Not really. Nicky was telling me about your ..er... education, and
that you've just been sitting for an examination.' She giggled, putting her
hand to her mouth as she did so.

   `Kneeling actually. Not sitting,' he laughed, and put his hand on her
arm, pulling her hand away from her face. `Don't cover yourself that
way. You have a beautiful smile,' he cupped her chin with his hand, `let
the world see how beautiful you are when you smile.'

   Nicky rolled her eyes and gave out a groan.

   `See what I mean,' she said to June, `just as I told you.' June laughed
again, her hand going up to her face, but seeing Jason looking at her,
dropped it and laughed out freely.

   `How about a drink?' Jason asked, `I'm thirsty. I've got a dry throat.'
The girls looked at each other and went off into a bout of
hysterics. `Okay, okay, I don't know what the joke is, so you'll just have
to take what comes.'

   This doubled them over again, so he walked round to the dry side of the
pool bar to get some drinks. As is usual at a holiday bar, you always seem
to be at the end of the queue. While waiting to be served, he saw Wendy
arrive and join the other two, so when he got to be served, he added a
fourth drink to the order. He took the drinks on a tray back to the
loungers where they were sitting, only to find Nicky on her own. He looked
round and saw that Wendy and June were in the pool, heads close together,
talking. He handed Nicky the tray so that he could draw up a table, and
then took the tray back and placed it on the table. He then handed Nicky a
drink and took one for himself, and sat down opposite her. They both took
sips of their drinks, looking at each other over the rims.

   `Well!' she suddenly demanded, `Well. Tell me, come on, tell me. What
happened? Was it as you thought it would be? Come on,' she said
impatiently.

   `Did what happen?' he asked with an innocent look of enquiry on his
face.

   `You beast,' she said, flicking some of her drink at him, `you know damn
well what I want.'

   `Nicky darling,' he leaned over and stroked her cheek, `I would rather
it had been you up there. She was good, but not as good as you.' He broke
off as June and Wendy came over, water streaming down their legs from the
wet costumes. Wendy, in her one piece costume, sat next to Nicky, and June
sat next to Jason. So close that their thighs were touching. He handed them
a glass each and put a towel over June's wet shoulders.

   `Let's drink to you having a nice holiday,' said Wendy, raising her
glass. Her eyes were shining and looking directly into Jason's.

   `Thank you,' he replied, raising his glass with the others so that they
all clinked together, `and may you both have a pleasant flight back.'

   Jason drank and put down his empty glass and turned his body towards
June, he put his hand round her shoulders and started to rub her dry. With
the other hand, he took a corner of the towel and gently rubbed the soft
hollow of her throat. She was wearing a two piece swim suit, and as he
dropped the towel from her back, the top of her costume fell into her
lap. Two alabaster white breasts fell into view. Their whiteness
accentuated by the tanned midriff and shoulders.

   `Oh!' exclaimed June, frantically flapping her hands trying to cover
herself. Jason quickly scooped up her top and moulded the cups to her
breasts with his hands while she fumbled with her hands behind her, trying
to clip it back together.

   `Let me do that,' said Jason, letting go of her front to catch the
strips of cloth at the back. As he did so, the top fell back into her lap
again, showing her breasts off for the second time to all and sundry. Wendy
and Nicky were leaning into each other, tears streaming down their faces as
they laughed. June's face was a flaming red as her top was finally secured.

   `How did you get that undone like that?' she demanded of Jason.

   `Whoa there a minute,' he said, his hands thrown up in front of
himself. `I didn't do a thing. It fell off by itself. Besides,' he put his
arm round her shoulders, `if I were a woman, I would be proud to have such
a pair as that. They looked as if they had been sculptured by Michelangelo
himself. The perfect symmetry, the roundness, the fulsome beauty of
womanhood. I would be proud of them and let the whole world see such
beauty.' He kissed her ear and whispered that he was sure that the rest of
her body was just as perfect. Was it possible that they could go upstairs
so that he could gaze on such perfection as he had never seen before.

   She laughed, and put her hand on the large bulge at his crotch and
looked enquiringly across at Nicky, who having guessed what he had
whispered into her ear, nodded. June stood up and led the way from the pool
with Jason following her. When they had gone, Wendy said to Nicky that he
was too fantastic for words, and that she deserved an Oscar for teaching
him so well in the art of arousing a woman. Taking her to peaks she had
never reached before. She closed her eyes and shuddered, her body shaking.

   `My God. I've just had another orgasm just thinking about it,' she
blushed.

   While they were talking, Jason had stripped off June's bikini and had
kissed her all over, and gave a stupendous performance that left her
gasping. The variation being that she heaved him away from between her legs
and pushed him onto his back. She pulled off his trunks, letting his
erection slap his stomach, then getting astride of him, held his erect cock
upright, sank down onto it. She gasped again as she went into the throes of
her third orgasm as she bounced her arse down to his balls. The sweat was
running down between her breasts as she heaved up and down. His hands were
massaging those wonderful tits, all slippery under his palms. He started to
heave his hips up to meet her as he started to come himself, arching his
back as he sent his stream upwards as hers came down. They both shuddered
in unison as they came together with a frenzied writhing of hips. Panting
heavily, June slowly fell forward, mashing her tits against his chest. His
prick was still inside her as they both lay spent. He stroked her back with
one hand, and her hair with the other.

   It was quite some minutes before she could rouse herself enough to roll
off him. His now semi erection slipping wetly out and their glued bodies
made slurping sounds as they parted. She rolled onto her back and they lay
holding hands for a few minutes more before Jason roused himself. He leaned
over her on one elbow, and gently pushing her wet hair away from her face,
kissed her slow and long.

   `Thank you June,' he whispered into her mouth, `I'd better get down to
the pool. You have a shower, and I'll meet you back down there.'

   Her arms came up and held him fast about the neck as she kissed him
back, fiercely. Her eyes shining, as Wendy's had.

   `Thank you, lover boy,' she breathed, `you go on, and I'll be down
later.'

   He quickly donned his trunks and left the room, and as before, on
reaching the poolside, dove straight in. But he didn't swim very far this
time, just to the other side, and used the ladder to exit the water. He
went over to Nicky and Wendy, picked up a towel and started rubbing himself
down. He then laid down on his stomach on the spare lounger and closed his
eyes.

   `Well?' said Nicky, poking him in the ribs.

   `Well what?' he asked as he opened one eye.

   `What happened?' Wendy piped up, sitting on the edge of her lounger.

   `I'm not one to kiss and tell,' murmured Jason in a sleepy voice, `but
it was great.' He closed his eye and promptly went to sleep.

   `Oh,' Nicky steamed, throwing his towel onto the floor. `No stamina in
youngster's these days, but,' she observed, `but then he has been up all
night.'

   `And most of the morning too,' Wendy giggled, making Nicky laugh with
her. So they had to wait for June to come down to tell them all the gory
details.

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   It was mid afternoon before Jim and Sandra surfaced. They wandered down
and around the hotel getting the layout of the shops and various eating
places before finding themselves by the pool. They espied Jason asleep, now
covered by towels that Nicky had placed on his slowly reddening back and
legs. Also they saw Nicky talking to two women that looked familiar, who,
when introduced, remembered that they were their stewardess's on the flight
out. Jim suggested that they get a table and have some drinks. They found
one and sat themselves down, but Nicky asked to be excused, as she wished
to take a nap.

   `Yes you must,' insisted Sandra. `We'll keep an eye on Jason.'

   Nicky said goodbye to Wendy and June, and went up to her room. The
others talked for a while, till Jim suddenly looked at his watch.

   `Please excuse me ladies,' he bowed, `but there's a phone call I must
make now.' He gave Sandra a peck on the cheek. `I won't be long. Stay here
till I come down.' He strode off into the hotel and went straight up to
Nicky's room and knocked on the door.

   `Who is it?' a muffled voice asked from behind the door.

   `It's me. Jim,' he whispered loudly, `let me in.'

   She opened the door, and he went in. She was wrapped up in a large white
bath towel, and rubbing her hair with another.

   `I was just going to have a nap. You've already had yours, and Jason's
having his down at the pool. I covered him with towels so that he doesn't
get too much sun on his first day.'

   `Yes I noticed that, but I'll check again when I go down.'

   `What do you want Jim?' Nicky asked.

   He took the towel from her hand and threw it to one side as he moved in
close. He took her into his arms and kissed her.

   `Mmm...you smell nice,' he said, `you know what I want,' as he nuzzled
her neck. `I want you. That bucking plane gave me a hard on, which I seem
to have kept up ever since.'

   She could feel his erection through his shorts and the towel as he
pressed himself up closer. He kissed her again as he steered her backwards
to the bed. As she fell, he kept hold of the towel and lay there, her
breasts heaving, her legs bent and slightly parted, as were her lips, both
sets. Jim looked down at her. It was really the first time he had seen her
completely naked. It fair took his breath away. He quickly took off his
shirt and dropped his shorts. He's getting a paunch, she thought, as his
erection waved about as he moved towards her. He knelt on the bed for a
moment, looking down at her lovely figure, at the snowy mountains of her
breasts. He could see that she had already caught some of the sun. His
finger traced the dividing line between white and pink flesh.

   He bent forward and fastened his mouth on one nipple. He was pushing
with his prick, but not finding an entrance. She put her hand down and
guided him in. She was a bit dry, so it was a painful entry as he pushed
his cock in deep, and immediately started thrusting away. He released the
breast from his mouth and kissed her face as he grunted his way to his
climax.

   Her thoughts were wandering, but were brought back sharply as Jim
started jerking. Nicky gave out some moans, kissing him back, and running
her fingers down his back as he came, heaving and straining, spending
himself inside her. He gave one final heave and lay panting on top of her
for a few minutes before he slowly rolled off of her, his prick coming free
and trailing wetly across her thigh as he did so.

   `That was great. I needed that,' he said. What about what I need were
Nicky's unspoken thoughts?

   `Better be getting back downstairs,' he said as he sat up and reached
for his clothes and began putting them on, `and let you catch up on some
beauty sleep.' He gave her a kiss and left the room. She got up and went
into the bathroom and cleaned herself with a flannel before she returned
and threw herself onto the bed and was soon fast asleep.

   Jim joined Sandra and the girls, and they sat talking and drinking till
five, when the girls asked to be excused.

   `We have early dinner while we're here. At six, and then it's straight
to bed for our early start,' Wendy explained.

   `Say goodbye to Nicky and Jason, no! Don't wake him up. Let him
sleep. We think he needs it. We'll see you on our return trip,' June said,
as they left the table.

   Jim and Sandra sat alone till just before the sun reached the horizon,
and woke Jason up so that he could be with them to watch the sun go
down. Sandra had her hand on Jason's as it disappeared with night following
it fast. She told him that the girls' had said goodbye, and that they would
see them on their next trip. The three then left the table and went
upstairs to shower and get dressed for dinner. They banged on Nicky's door
till she sleepily answered, and called out that she'd be ready in ten
minutes.

   They met together down in the lounge thirty minutes later, and had their
first night arrival complimentary cocktail, before going in to dinner. This
was low key affair, because in spite of the naps they had taken, they were
still tired. So dinner was over quite quickly, and they all turned in
early.

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