Jenna's Second Day

She felt his erection bumping her leg and she brought her mouth close to his. The ice reappeared and this time her mouth took it from his tongue. She took hold of his very hard cock and gently rubbed the head with the ice. She wasn't about to miss what she had missed last night.

Oh, my," she said. "I think it needs warmed up now." She slid sideways on the lounger and this time her mouth surrounded the very wet head and pulled it inside. She was sure she heard Lars groan. Now, this wasn't something she'd done a lot of in her life and she wanted to do it right for Lars. As her lips slid down his length, she remembered Robert saying that as long as you didn't bite, there wasn't much you could do that was wrong. She moved her lips up and down, her cheeks bowing in on every upward movement. She felt Lars hands in her hair.

"Jenna, so good," he was saying. "So good, so good, so good." She was hearing and moving and wondering for she knew what would quickly happen. Lars words, where they were, what she had already done made the decision for her. She felt him tensing, pulling harder on her hair, thrusting harder into her mouth and then spurts of liquid hitting the back of her throat, one after another as she tried to swallow but wasn't quite able and she felt it running down her chin, dripping onto her breasts as Lars gave a final thrust and stopped. He lifted her head, those blue eyes swallowing her.

"It's warm now," he said. "Thank you." A final look and smile and he quickly stood up, walked to one of the tables and came back with a napkin. He gently wiped her chin, then her breasts and chest. "I don't want any soil on absolute perfection," he said softly, giving each breast a final caress with the napkin.

She thought she might explode, from what had happened and what he had said. He was probably just trying to seduce her which, obviously, he didn't have to do as she was well seduced already. But they did make her feel very warm and fuzzy inside. Or maybe it was hot and fuzzy. She had just given oral sex on the patio of the resort, and there were others on the patio too. Not close and she wasn't sure whether or not they could see or were looking. But they were there. She could see them and . . . they were disappearing as Lars was pushing her backward and gently spreading her legs. Now she had something else to watch as he was kissing up the inside of her leg, getting closer and closer. He gently nuzzled her muff and she could feel his breath against her femaleness.

"Jenna, so good," he said again and his tongue began to probe. She was tempted to help him but decided to just enjoy whatever happened. That thought about being out here in public flashed through her mind again but was quickly dismissed. She felt his tongue push between her lips and slowly press inside her. Several times in and out and then moving and, despite being ready for it, her body jolted when he touched her clit. A little happy sound came from him and several more times she jolted as the tongue found that very sensitive spot. She watched as his hands moved to her muff, then through it to hold her apart. Now his tongue was flicking, over and over and finally, his lips had her, both lips and tongue working together to raise the ecstasy she was feeling to continually higher and higher levels. She felt one of his fingers inside her and realized she had closed her eyes. She opened them and could see what he was doing. More than seeing, and now hearing herself make some gentle moaning sounds, she was feeling and it was beginning to happen. She pulled the little pillow from behind her and smashed it against her face to muffle what she knew would soon happen. It did, and her nerves were firing everywhere in her body, her hips were rocking, her butt up off the lounger. She could feel herself trembling, shaking hard, making noises into the pillow, and then finally slowing as Lars' lips and tongue were also slowing.

She couldn't help but echo, "Lars, so good, so good." And couldn't believe she was saying it.

Lars sat up, looking at her from head to toe again. "Such beauty, soft and smooth and touchable."
Another look. "And soon that's what I want to do, touch and kiss every bit of it." He stood up and went to the ice bucket, returning with the wine bottle. He carefully filled both glasses. "But we have plenty of time." When he returned, he had a piece of ice. He rubbed it gently on her lips, then laid it carefully on the tongue he found extended there. Once more his lips surrounded that tongue and then she could hear him crunching the ice.

It was touching, indeed, and Robert wasn't sure whether he could stand it much longer. His erection between her legs, rubbing her, and him. Those green eyes that never seemed to let loose of his eyes. And now, she was stepping back, sliding off him. She quickly looked down.

"Oh my," she said, a subtle smile on her face. "Now I've made a mess and it needs cleaned up." Those green eyes meeting his again, that little smile. And he hoped that meant what he thought it might. Slowly she slipped down his body until she was staring directly at his erection which was so intense it was actually throbbing. That was quickly stopped as her lips surrounded it to a loud moan from both of them. He hoped he could last long enough for her lips to bottom at least once. More quickly than he could have imagined, they did. All the way, her lips against his pubs, her tongue touching his balls. Just as quickly it was swinging free and once more it disappeared totally. This time it was his moan that broke the silence. Not exactly silence as there was a slurping sound as she went down, then back up. A few more and it was coming. He announced it with a groan and she had it in her hand, pumping and his first shot caught her in the left eye, the second on her forehead, the third and forth into her open mouth, the fifth on her breast, the last little bit dribbling over her hand.

"You were ready," she said although he knew he hadn't quite been ready for that. "Don't move," she said and went into the bathroom, returning with a towel and cleaning herself up a little. Then she went to the table beside the bed, opened and closed a drawer and was back with what Robert knew had to be a vibrator of some type. "My turn," she added and lay down on the bed, spreading those long, lean legs about as wide as they could go. Those green eyes were still locked on him.

He saw the switch and flipped it on -- the little device hummed quietly.

"Don't mess with that one," she ordered. "Just push it all the way." He did and the hum was much louder. "Now, I'll see if I can be faster than you were."

Since he had two hands, he used one to press the vibrator against the clit that was clearly revealed by her spread legs. The other he used to press two fingers between those labia that had so recently teased his cock. They found a very warm and slippery place that he began to explore fully. He decided he was doing something right, based on the wonderful sounds she was making and the way her hips were bucking and rolling. He saw her reaching for her ankles and when she had them, she pulled hard so she was spread even wider. Very suddenly she surprised him as she squealed sharply, raised her butt high off the bed and almost began to vibrate. It lasted for long, long seconds and then she slowly relaxed, letting loose of her ankles and letting her legs close a little. Robert removed the vibrator but left his fingers in place.

"Don't worry," she said as she was catching her breath. "There's plenty of room in there for more than fingers." He loved her accent when she spoke, but even more, he loved what she was speaking.

Jenna took another fairly big sip of her delicious wine, enjoying the tiny buzz that was filling her head. She was sitting there having just given and received oral sex . . . from a very handsome stranger . . . who she'd learned was a professional soccer player . . . on the patio in public . . . with others on the patio who could watch if they chose . . . and the stranger was staring at her from top to bottom . . . repeatedly . . . and she couldn't help but anticipate what might be coming next. He had told her at least one thing that he wanted and she wasn't sure she could even handle that, but was obligated to try. That made it easier . . . if she was obligated. She watched as Lars carefully sat his wine glass down, then stood and went to the ice bucket before heading toward her. She knew at least one thing that was coming.

He took her wine glass and sat it down away from her. Jenna watched as the ice cube went to one nipple which immediately stood tall, drawing the areola into a smaller, crinkled circle. It was repeated with the other to his, "That's so fascinating, as you are as well." In the ritual that had quickly developed, the ice next caressed her lips, then rested on her extended tongue which was quickly enveloped by Lars' lips and the ice was in his mouth being gently crunched there.

"Now," he said softly, moving beside her. "I told you before there was something I wanted to do and this is the perfect time for it." She certainly remembered what he had said and she was tingling all over in anticipation. He started kissing on her forehead as his hands were moving over other parts of her body. The kissing moved to her nose, to her ears, to her chin and his hands slid over her belly, up to her breasts, to her neck, then down her arms. Quickly she was having trouble getting her breath as the kissing and the hands were touching every bit of her skin to his repeated, "so soft, so smooth." If he was getting her ready for even more, it was working. It seemed to go on and on, the touching, the kissing, his tongue caressing her. It was so sensual, so tantalizing and she felt like she was nearly ready to burst into flame.

"But that's only half," he whispered in her ear, emphasizing it with another kiss and nibble there. She saw a quick movement and the lounger went to flat and he had her hips, turning her over. More kissing and touching and then another whisper in her ear. "You have a beautiful ass," as it was being gently squeezed. Two nights in a row she had heard that. She was going to have to check that more carefully when she got home. She felt kisses there and realized her cheeks were being spread and felt more kisses in that crack. She took a deeper breath as she felt a finger on that little puckered opening, much as she had felt last night. A harder push and she gasped. It had gone in just a tiny bit and was just as quickly out.

His lips were at her ear again. "What's your favorite position," he asked. Another tiny gasp from her. How was she to answer that. She didn't really know names or how to describe what she liked. She was with Lars, she'd like anything he liked, so that would be her answer. She turned her face to his.

"What do you like," she asked in return.

"No fair," he replied and she could feel his breath on her face, the smell of the wine very prevalent. "We went to your room so your choice. Something you're comfortable with." If she wanted to be comfortable, she'd have stayed in Ohio. She felt his hand making slow circles on her ass. Maybe just like this, she thought. That would be fine. Ever so gently she drew her knees up under her and her ass moved slowly up into the air where it could be easily seen if anyone was looking.

"Perfect choice," was his last whisper as he moved away from her face and behind her, between her legs which she spread as wide as they would go without slipping off the edge of the lounger. She hoped it was wide enough. She felt a gentle slap on one butt cheek followed quickly by a repeat to the other cheek. She had to catch her breath. It sounded loud, loud enough for patio sitters to hear. Two more and she was ready for the preliminaries to end and the final act to begin. As if on cue, she felt the curtain opening and the main character entering, sliding in to fill her all the way. She could feel him leaning against her hips and back and then his hand, around her and between her legs, finding that pleasure nub, her senses so on fire now that there was no extra jerk, just a long, low moan. His other hand was clutching first one breast and then the other, stretching the nipples with each touch. He was moving, his hips bumping against hers, his one arm not only teasing her clit relentlessly but also holding her up. She felt she was just a mass of putty or jello, a moaning mass of jello. Lars was kissing her back, licking it too, then sucking hard as his thrusting sped up.

"Oh Jenna," he gasped, and just as she was feeling her body explode with pleasure, he was filling her with multiple shots of hot liquid. Before she even realized it, he was slowly collapsing, rolling off of her and to the ground, she right behind, landing on top of him. They lay there, panting and grinning. She was wondering if someone would be running to help them get up. It had been that kind of an evening for sure. But no one came. Lars, unable to help himself it seemed, reached around her and rubbed her ass.

"If you can grab the glasses, I'll get the bottle. No sense wasting it." He stood up and helped her up, of course slowly gazing at her from head to foot once more. "I am very lucky to have the wife I have," he said, "but someone is very lucky to have you as well. Perhaps tomorrow I shall meet him and congratulate him." With all the thoughts of what had happened racing through her nearly numb mind, now there was one more thing. What if that happened? They headed to her room to get dressed and meet their mates in the courtyard.

Robert was sure that Astrid spoke the truth. There was plenty of room where his fingers had been for something else. He was getting more anxious by the moment to test that, just to be sure. But she seemed in no hurry, content to torture him it seemed, knowing that eventually it would happen but at the time of her choosing. Of course, she had been here before, kind of knew how things went and he was the anxious rookie, just wanting to get his urges taken care of. He had to admit that he had certainly enjoyed everything she had done so far, and what he had done as well. If she was going to torment him with exquisite pleasures some more, he was ready for that too.

He had been amazed when she had told him her husband was a professional soccer player, and not nearly as amazed when she said she had been a dancer and now taught dancing in Sweden. That was her accent, even though she spoke English nearly perfectly. Being an international, her husband would almost certainly have needed to learn English. For her though, it was not a requirement but she had learned and learned well. She was looking at him, grinning. He wondered . . .

"What would you like to do now?" she asked teasingly. Was she kidding? His boner was sticking straight out, actually tipped upward a bit, he had had a wonderful orgasm not long ago, had given her one as well. He was looking at her, tall and long legged, her pale body and slender-ish figure nearly perfect. That was driving him just short of crazy even if he was only looking at it, and she wondered what he'd like to do now. She turned her head to the side, waiting for an answer.

Robert just shook his head at her, then looked down at his erection.

"Is that my answer?" she asked.

"You are delicious. That's my answer."

She stood up and walked toward him. "If I am delicious, then maybe you should be tasting me," she said very seductively.

"I thought I just did that."

"There's way more to taste than just that," she added. Suddenly Robert had a breast in his mouth. It was more than tasty, indeed, matched only by the other one that quickly took its place. "They're not that big but, people tell me they're nice."

In words muffled by the mouthful he was trying to manage he said, "People are right."

"That tickles when you talk with my boob in your mouth," she giggled. Robert was seated on a little chair and she now straddled his legs and sat down on them. The erection was rubbing on her belly as she purposefully moved from side to side to torment it.

"You know you're killing me," he murmured out, afraid that if she kept that up his second orgasm would ruin everything.

"There are two of us here and, what's happening is happening to both of us. I'm probably dripping on your leg right now." Her face was only inches from his. "Anticipation can be enticing," she breathily added.

"Is that what this is, enticing?"

"Is it?"

"Yes, and I dare you to raise yourself just a little off my lap."

"Ooohhh," she said, and raised just a tiny bit. His erection was now touching the top of her very blond muff.

"A little more," he said, and she raised again, but just a little. It was now at the bottom of that blond triangle, tantalizingly close to where he wanted it to be.

"More?" she whispered. He just nodded to that very close face. She raised up again and he felt himself slide between her legs. "Can we do this no hands?" More torment as he tried to move, to locate where he wanted to be, to just feel that warm and wet passage surrounding him. She was moving too and he could tell she had reached her limit as well and was actually trying to help him enter her, but still no hands. She pressed her belly against his and he rocked his hips a little. It felt right and she dropped down, driving him inside of her. "Is that what you wanted?" she asked, her breath against his face.

"And you too," he answered.

Her hips began to move from side to side. "My room so I'll take care of you," she said and was raising herself, then lowering herself on him, repeating it just a little faster and harder with each movement. "Who will come first?" she teased. He didn't care. He was somewhere that ecstasy abounded and knew it would happen, probably fairly quickly in his case. He couldn't stop himself from trying to help her, as if he'd want to stop. Now she was bouncing almost frantically when she said, "You're going to lose," and was moaning and just vibrating like she had before. Robert didn't lose by much as, before she had slowed completely, he was filling her -- she felt each burst inside her. She threw her arms around his neck and crushed his face against her breasts.

She leaned back after a few seconds, took his face in her hands and said, "Well, was it worth it?"

Tosseled blond hair, green eyes, his diminishing erection still inside her. Tormented almost beyond what he could stand. Was it worth it?

"You have to ask?" he said.

She smiled and stood up, looking between her legs. "Good, it's staying put so I don't have to worry about that right now. Shall we dress and return to the courtyard. I'd like some more of that wine.

Clothes were back on, at least some of them, and they made their way outside. Robert looked around to see Jenna walking toward them beside a fairly tall, curly headed blond. Astrid turned at the same time and smiled at the man beside Jenna. There were quick looks back and forth and then smiles. Jenna couldn't believe it. She had thought tomorrow, but it was happening now.

"I think what we have here is a . . . " Lars looked puzzled, searching for a word.

"Coincidence," Astrid filled in for him.

"Yes, that," he added. Then he looked from Jenna to Robert and back to her. Jenna nearly cringed as she knew he was going to say it. "This is Robert," she said, helping him a little.

"And, as I think you know," Lars said, nodding to Robert, "this is Astrid, my wife. And, before we go any further, I need to embarrass the wonderful Jenna just a bit." She knew it was coming and she also knew she was blushing. "I need to congratulate you on your choice of a wife," he said, looking at Jenna. Oh god, she thought. What else is he going to say? But Lars was merciful. "Don't feel like you have to compliment Astrid as well. I know her." He leaned over and kissed her. "She is the best."