Fucking the ex on holiday

Following on from my previous few posts, here's a little recollection of the ex-wife and I.

We were on holiday in Portugal and it was a great week - the weather was fantastic, we were getting on brilliantly and the combination of sun, sand, good weather and booze was doing our sex life no end of good.

One night, we went out for a drink and found a dusty little place along from the hotel, just up from the beach.  There weren’t many other people in there, though I recognised a few of them from our hotel and we found a quiet table in the corner.  I went to the bar and as I waited to get served started chatting to fellow holidaymakers.  I turned back, to see my ex and she waved when our eyes met.  Her blonde hair was long then, shiny and in waves down past her shoulders and she’d caught the sun on her cheeks.  Her eyes were wide and full of mischief and as she moved slightly, the lights caught the sequin star on the chest of her t-shirt.  She had taken to wearing light clothes - tonight, instead of a vest top, it ws this dark grey t-shirt and a short denim skirt.  I didn’t mind either - the fact that she was in flip-flops too, so I could see - and play with - her feet didn’t hurt.  She smiled at me and licked her lips.  I smiled back and blew her a kiss.

She turned slightly, so that her chair was facing me and spread her legs, showing me that she wasn’t wearing knickers.  I actually had to adjust myself in my shorts because she looked so sexy sitting there, exposing herself. She smiled when she saw my bulge and licked her lips again, more lewdly this time - if that was possible - then spread her legs wider and slowly started to stroke her pussy lips, never once taking her eyes off of me.

I watched as she slid a finger into her pussy, sliding down in her chair so that she could reach deep inside. I could see the moisture shine in the dim light, as her finger slowly slid in and out.

I watched her until her eyes closed and she bit her lip, before relaxing and realised she was close to getting herself off. She started fingering herself faster, her chest moving quickly now, her fingers working busily over her clit.

She looked into my eyes as her orgasm built, and her hips started to move in rhythm with her finger, thrusting in and out. Tilting her head back, but maintaining eye contact, I watched as her body started to shake subtly. As her orgasm slowed and her breathing came back to normal, she slid her fingers out and licked them.

I almost came in my pants and leaned against the bar, in case anyone saw me.  From the corner of my eye, I saw my ex get up, adjust her skirt and walk across the bar towards me.  I turned to watch her and she stopped in front of me.

“Fancy a walk on the beach?” she asked and pressed her pelvis against me.  My cock was pressing against her belly and she sighed slightly, as I moved it so that it was against her pussy. She brushed her hands over it lightly and my hand slid over her arse.

“Let’s go,” she said and led me out of the bar. We crossed the road and onto the beach, heading away from the lights. There was a low stone wall and she undid her skirt and took it off, flashing her beautiful pussy at me.

“Can I take a picture?” I asked.

“Fuck yeah,” she said and pulled a pose for me. Fucking beautiful.

But her pussy wasn’t just for looking at and I knelt down in front of her and kissed down her belly, licking my way slowly to her wet, hot pussy. She’d shaved before she came out, saying that it’d be better in the heat and if we found any nude beaches, she’d be smooth and sleek.  I liked the look - it suited her, especially as I was now kneeling in front of the place of delight.  I could smell her musky scent as my tongue slid over her wet slit and it appeared she was even more excited than I thought.

I pushed her knees up to her chest, kissed her toes and then rested her legs over my shoulders. I leaned into her pussy, sliding my tongue up and down it, from top to bottom.

She gasped, and her hips jumped, as my tongue quickly flicked over her enflamed clit.  “Oh yes,” she moaned, as I started to tease her hard little bud, which was by now stiff and begging for attention.

She moved her hips in time with my tongue. I sucked on that clit, tonguing it, tonguing her pussy hard and she reached down and held my head tightly, groaning loudly.

"Oh my god! That feels fucking great!”  She spread her legs as wide as she could and I shifted position, so that I could slide a finger into her steamy wet pussy.

She gasped, “Oh you fucker,” and I began to move in time, finger almost out of her pussy, tongue on her clit, finger buried in her pussy, tongue pressing her lips. 

Quickly, her breathing got heavy, and she started to moan louder. "Oh, yes!  Oh yes, that’s it, right there.  Fuck me, Pete, don’t stop!"

I slipped a second finger into her, fucking her with them in earnest.  Suddenly, she pulled my face tight into her pussy and moaned, "Oh my god! I'm gonna cum, I’m cumming.”

Seconds later, her hips were bouncing and I could feel her pussy grasping at my fingers, seemingly trying to pull them in even deeper. I could feel her juices running down the palm and back of my hand.

“No,” she gasped, “you’ve got to stop, I’m too sensitive.  Uh, oh my fucking god, you’ve got to stop.”

I reached up and pushed up her t-shirt, exposing her wonderful tits.  Her nipples were so stiff they were just asking for attention so I sucked on the right one, pinching and pulling on the other. I switched my lips to the other nipple, and started to kiss and suck on that one as my hand went to the abandoned, wet nipple, tweaking and pulling that.

She was a wreck by now, moaning and I switched back and forth between her nipples, pushing her tits as close together for me as she could that I could take both nipples at once.

After a couple of seconds, she slid off the wall and crouched in front of me, reaching up and pulling down my shorts and boxers.  She looked up at me and smiled.  “This is going to fit very well,” she said.

I smiled and she grabbed my arse, pulling me towards her mouth and took my cock in deep.  She began to bob up and down, her tongue dancing over the head and underside, her hands wanking me.

After a couple of minutes, I told her to stop and bent her over and around, spreading her legs as she offered her arse up to me. I grabbed my cock, shiny with her saliva and slid the head up and down her pussy.

“Don’t tease me,” she said.

“Who’s teasing?”  I slid it up and down once more and then pushed in, hearing her give a sharp intake of breath as I penetrated and slowly started to fuck her.

I grabbed her hips as I bottomed out and reached forward, to cup her swaying tits.

“This is the fucking life.”

I fucked her, holding her hips as she pressed back on me for maximum penetration, so wet that I could hear the squelch.  She leaned further forward and I reached down, to thumb at her wet clit.  She squealed with delight and that made me fuck her harder, thrusting in so hard that my balls were slapping her.

Soon she was groaning more loudly.  “Oh god, fuck me, this is so deep.”

I kept flicking her clit and she rippled her pussy muscles around my cock.  I tried to slow down, wanting her to cum again before I did.  I alternated the flicks and thrusts, cupping her right tit, pinching that nipple.  Soon, it was all too much for her and I felt her legs wobble.

“That’s it,” she cried, “that’s it, I’m cumming!”

I rode her through the spasms and then slowed down a little, to let her catch her breath.  She reached back, cupping my balls and flicking her fingers against my perineum.

I slid my coat out of her sopping pussy and turned her around, holding her up as her legs were still a little shaky.  I sat her on the wall, her arse hanging off and told her to lock her ankles around my neck. As she did, I put the head of my cock against her pussy lips, playing it up and down and deliberately catching her clit. Taking hold of her hips, I slid my cock in as deeply as it would go.  That was really deep.  She bent her legs, pulling me down and gripped my arse tight.

Every thrust made her gasp and as I increased my speed and power, I watched her tits bounce on her chest.

“Fuck me,” she gasped as I thrust faster, “fuck me, fuck me, fuck me.”

Her eyes were half closed, her tongue on her lips.  She was cumming again, it was unreal but true and I knew I wasn’t going to last much longer, so I slowed down.  She realised what I was doing, tried to pull me in deeper and faster.

As her breathing got shorter and quicker, I knew she was closing in again so I sped up.

“Oh my god,” she moaned, her body starting to shake. I was having a hard time holding onto her and my legs were getting weaker as my own orgasm was starting to hit.

“I’m there,” I shouted and thrust into her as hard as I could.  Her pussy gripped my cock and she gripped my arse, pulling me in further as I shot my load in her.

“I feel it, I can feel you spurting!” she cried and came herself.

Drained, I leaned into her and laid my head on her heaving chest. Soon, my softening cock slid out of her now sopping wet pussy and she moaned her disappointment.

“You’ll put that cock back in me, won’t you?” she said and pressed her head to her chest.

“Yes, but let’s get back to the room first…”