Caribbean Sex and Cricket Ch. 06

"And wank over us again, no doubt? I liked you doing that."

"Of course," I grinned. "But this time I want to cum on your mouths as you both kiss."

"Dirty boy, I love your style." We drew into the hotel grounds. "Do you have any other surprises for me?"

"I'll think of something," I laughed as I handed the driver twenty US, telling him to keep the change.

"Will you do this for me then, Tom?" she asked as we tripped merrily through reception.

"What?"

"Something that didn't happen tonight. As soon as you are ready, I want you to fuck me properly, make me cum with your cock in me. And I promise to fuck back," she grinned.

"I don't think I will find that too hard," I laughed.

The same couple that had been waiting on the landing the previous night when I escorted the two sisters to their room were in the elevator with us. This time, his bemused expression went unpunished as his girl grinned at us. They looked a little worse for wear, courtesy no doubt of the local beverage. She surprised us by speaking bluntly, her voice distinctly French Canadian.

"Great place for sex this, isn't it?"

For once I was lost for words, but Sara as usual had an answer for every occasion.

"The elevator, or the hotel?" she asked sweetly.

I laughed, a foursome in a moving elevator would surely be a candidate for the Guinness Book of Records.

"The hotel," the redhead laughed. They appeared to be in their mid-thirties. Extremely attractive, very tanned and very fit.

Sara blatantly pressed her hand onto my stiffening crotch and answered, "It certainly is. Even better when there's four."

Her partner recoiled as though he had been struck, "Sorry, we are not into that sort of thing."

Sara merely grinned and held open the door for them as the elevator reached our floor. As they retreated down the corridor, I got into the swing of things (no pun intended) and called after them, "We are in 1045 just in case you are interested." The girl stopped and, without turning, waved a hand. The guy kept walking. He glanced back at us just the once as he pulled her non-too gently into their room.

"I think we might have turned them on," I laughed.

"I know the feeling, Tom."

In my room, we urgently ripped at each other's clothing, determined to rectify the non-event of the early evening. By the time she had unzipped my chinos I was hard and ready in my boxers. Sara stood before me in the crimson panties she had borrowed from Sophie, the wet stain of her desire clearly apparent.

"So," she said, with a gleam in her eye, and tracing her finger up my erection, "How are you going to excite me tonight, mister?"

On inspiration I opened the French doors, grabbed her hand and let her out on to the balcony.

"I took your sister out here the other night. She said it would make you jealous, knowing you like outdoor sex."

"You had sex out here with her?" she looked at me incredulously.

"Over the rail there."

"Fuck, you must have made an impression, she would never do that with James."

I pointed to the deck, a dried stain was still apparent, "There's your proof, darling!"

Naked, apart from her panties she looked down at the beach, fringed by palms, then up at the façade of identical balconies. There were still lights on in many rooms. Two balconies were occupied, both below us and both by couples, ages unidentified.

She turned to me, her eyes full of sheer lust, "Yes please, Tom, fuck me out here too, I don't give a damn who sees."

Excited by her request and, unlike my far more nocturnal adventure with Julie, I realised there was a good chance of us getting caught. I studied Sara's youthful tits, the cleavage glowing with perspiration in the low moonlight. I could smell the desire rising from her groin. Suddenly I didn't care who saw us. This very mature twenty-year-old girl continued to excite me. I wanted to fuck her, no matter where.

As with all best laid plans, circumstances didn't allow us to get very far. We were kissing hungrily, my fingers lodged deeply in an extremely wet pussy, her hand gripping my cock, when a couple emerged from their room just two balconies away. The woman appeared to be wearing some sort of gossamer gown, her otherwise slim nakedness silhouetted by the moon. I swear I could make out her pubes through the sheer material. The man, wearing shorts, was bare from the waist up. They were turned away from us, and kissing. I wondered out loud if, like me, he had an erection.

"Do you think they are going to fuck?" Sara whispered back, hardening her grip on my cock.

"Not everyone's like us, Sara."

"Well, I don't care, I want to anyway."

Without delay, she leaned back against the railing, thrusted her hips forward at me and pulled the thong of her panties to one side. Her pussy lips were open, she was wet and ready, if ever there was a woman truly on heat, this was the moment.

"Fuck me, Tom," she whispered. "Fuck me now, I want you so much."

Briefly, I glanced at the other couple, they were still kissing, but their hands had started to wander into nether regions. This was getting more exciting by the minute.

I placed one of Sara's legs on a footstool and my cock dribbled with desire as I entered her with one masterful stroke. Her groan, intentional or otherwise, was enough to cause the couple to turn, their faces now clear in the moonlight. Of course it was the Canadian guys from the elevator.

The sounds of our copulating was almost as clear as though they were stood next to us, only a few railings partially breaking the view. The woman's hand flew to her mouth, the man stood frozen to the spot. Throwing all caution to the winds, and pretending we hadn't seen our neighbours, I continued fucking my Sara, both of us revelling in the voyeurism, my glistening cock on full view as it plunged in and out of my lover's eager cunt.

Sara had a clearer view of the embracing couple, "Don't look now, Tom, they are still watching us. I swear she has got his cock out. Fuck, this is hot!"

Of course, curiosity got the better of me and I turned to look and inevitably that gave the game away. I expected the girl to turn away or leave, but instead she smiled.

But when I returned the gesture, her partner grabbed her hand and, cock waving in the breeze, he pulled her back into the room.

"Nice while it lasted," grinned Sara, turning towards the doorway, "Come on, fuck me on the bed now, it's getting a bit cold out here."

I was lying on my back with Sara astride me, her hand moistening the head of my cock between her wet lips, when there was a gentle tap-tap at the door. I quickly donned a pair of pants, doing little to hide my erection.

"You think it's them?" Sara questioned my eyes.

"Or that maid," I retorted hopefully.

It was indeed the couple from the balcony, both grinning from ear to ear.

"Hi," the woman spoke, "We are Catherine and Bob, can we come in?"

Our visitors were still dressed in their balcony wear, she in nightdress, he in safari shorts. Bob still sported his hard on, so I guessed their decision to join us was a joint one.

Unable to hide a smirk, I held open the door, "Of course."

I followed their gaze to where Sara lay naked on the bed, her fingers unashamedly caressing her pussy.

"Would you guys like a drink?" I asked.

"Yes please," Catherine quickly replied, clearly nervous. Bob couldn't take his eyes of Sara. I swear I saw a movement in his pants.

"So what made you two change your mind?"

"What do you think?" Bob replied without turning, he was absorbed in Sara's nakedness, "Seeing you on the balcony, of course. Cathy and I have talked about doing this for ages, but the right opportunity never came up."

"Yeah," his wife chipped in, just now I persuaded him we might not get this chance again."

My erection had not gone unnoticed by her, "You sure about this, Catherine? It's a big step, you know, getting fucked by someone else's partner." I didn't want any post-coital remorse.

My words were meant to excite them both, and I succeeded. Bob's eyes still glued to Sara, he lowered his pants and moved towards the bed. Sara grinned at the sight of yet another erect cock. I turned to Catherine, blatantly stroking my own excited member through my pants, "You really sure?"

Looking into my eyes she nodded and slipped the straps of her nightdress off her shoulders. For a moment the garment remained hooked on her nipples, and then she was naked. Clearly nervous, she stood before me in expectation as I extracted my cock. Her eyes widened and she reached down to grasp it as I gently kissed her and fondled her small breasts.

"Come on, let's join them."

Sara grinned widely as we approached the bed, Bob's head was already lodged between her thighs! I thought what a thrill this was for her, her first ever foursomes, and both in one night! As for me, Catherine looked a far better proposition than the lame Sophie, especially the way she already had her mouth full of my cock and was wriggling quite happily on my exploring fingers.

It later transpired that the gorgeous Catherine was a television celebrity in their hometown outside Montreal and requested our utmost discretion. For that reason only I have not written about that night in great detail but I will just say that the sex was all that our earlier encounter with Paul and Sophie wasn't. Even though we wore protection, the sex was wonderful and they both participated actively. They fucked as though they had been starved of sex for months. Perhaps they had. Even though Catherine was not bisexual and we had sex with the lights out, we all thoroughly enjoyed the unexpected encounter. Bob and Catherine stayed most of the night and Sara didn't get her consolation fuck on the beach with me, it was no longer needed! When we suggested meeting up with them again Bob said that swapping partners had long been on their to-do list, now they had done that and were moving on. In other words, thank you for the fucking, but no more thank you. All the same, we exchanged phone numbers, Bob made regular trips to Europe.

Next morning, after they had discreetly returned to their room and as we were leaving for breakfast, my mobile rang. It was Sophie. Her mother was unwell and they were going to try to get a flight home later today with BA. After our delightful session with the Canadians, neither of us were overly disappointed.

"What about your stuff on Young Island?" I asked her.

"Oh, we will be returning, maybe you would both like to pop over and renew some memories?"

"We may have gone home by then," I lied.

Sara was listening in to every word. "Bang goes my sex with her," she said with a sad tone.

"Never mind sweetie, plenty more fish in the sea if anything like last night is an indication."

"Don't worry, I shall find someone!" she smirked.

Sara, unknown to me, already had something arranged! She stared at me without speaking, deep in thought.

"What?"

"Tom, can I ask you a favour?"

I grinned and pressed her hand to my groin, "If it's anything to do with this, go ahead, be my guest!"

She laughed, then frowned. "You know much I like sex?"

"I had noticed," I grinned, lewdly stroking the hardening outline of my cock, suspecting that a fuck might be on the cards.

"Well," she paused. "I like you a lot, Tom, enough to keep seeing you back home, if that's alright with you?"

I grinned and took her in my arms, she smelt of toothpaste and I licked her mouth, prising open her lips. For a minute or two we kissed, slowly getting aroused.

"But I'm not sure if we will be able to keep up at this pace though."

"I realise that, Tom, that's why I wanted to ask you something."

"Go on."

"You and your ex, Rachel wasn't it?" I nodded.

"You said that you both had other lovers."

"Yup."

"Was that why you broke up?"

I shook my head, "No we were both okay with that, that's what kept our relationship together. A previous girlfriend showed up and I had sex with her and I didn't tell Rachel. After that we didn't trust each other."

"Oh."

Sara's interest was as clear as day. "You want us to have an open relationship?"

She nodded, "Is that such a bad thing? I think I love you, Tom, but not enough to stop seeing other people. My mum is the same, she says her sex drive is still too much for one man to handle."

"You will have to introduce us!"

Sara sighed, "I'm serious about this, Tom. I tried it with a couple of other blokes and it didn't work."

"How old were they?"

"Same age as me. They were happy to go fuck someone else, but when I cut loose, they didn't like it."

"There you are then, they were too immature. Polygamy is good with me, I am grateful for all I can get."

She frowned, "What the fuck is polywhatsit?"

I chuckled, "Exactly what we are talking about, a relationship where the partners are free to screw around but still return to each other."

"Tom, if the sex is anything like the last few days, I shan't do much screwing around, sweetie."

I took her head between my hands, "Sara, things go stale, in time you will want to fuck someone else, just as I will. It's just human nature. And you know that, that's why you asked me isn't it?"

She nodded. "Yes, I guess so, I know how I am. Is it wrong I should like sex so much?"

"Not at all, I am grateful you do. I ask just one thing though."

"What's that?"

"If either of us goes with someone else, we talk about it, okay?"

"Agreed. What if it's spontaneous and I don't have time to ask? Most of my sex has been like that.""

I laughed, "That's the best sex, I'm always up for that. Then we just share with each other afterwards..."

"Cool, my boyfriends couldn't stand that though."

"...and fuck each other's brains out while telling."

"This is going to be fun, Tom. Thank you for agreeing, I didn't want to hurt you as you are such a nice guy."

I held her close, "It will work, it did with Rachel until I ballsed it up. So, do you have anyone in mind already?"

She kissed my nose, and grinned, "At this moment in time, yes."

She knelt down, extracted my cock and parted her lips.

We were interrupted by a brief telephone call from her sister after which she sucked me as though her life depended upon it. "Cum in my mouth Tom, you haven't done that yet."

Of course I was pleased to oblige! Ten minutes later, following a big gulp she grinned, "Thank you for thinking like me, Tom, this is going to be fun. Who shall we fuck next then?"

That question was soon to be answered!

To be continued

(c) Tom Graham April 2009