New Dawn Ch. 06

"Do you want to hear one last story while we drive home? Just to finish the trip off as it were." Dawn was sitting in the front seat of the car. Lisa sat in the back, on her own.

"Yes, please. It'll keep me turned on. Oh, Dawn, I'm so excited, but nervous too. You will be gentle with me won't you?" she said in a self-mocking tone.

Dawn patted her knee. "Of course, just relax. My belief is that it should always be fun. If you feel like laughing in the middle then go ahead. Sex is hilarious and serious at the same time.

"Anyway, like I said I moved in with Abbi in her apartment. She shared this with an American bloke called Matthew. He was very quiet, had a beard and seemed to do nothing all day except smoke dope. He was of course, absolutely besotted with Abbi, who treated him terribly. She usually wore nothing but a pair of white knickers. I think everyone has a perfect item of clothing. Yours just might be that dress you're wearing now. Abbi's was white knickers. She moved languidly around the flat, her legs snaking before her and then the knickers made her legs seem longer by providing a focal point. The smooth front of them was broken slightly by her mound and I always wanted to just reach out and stroke it. Poor Matthew had to endure this all the time. Abbi would tease him, 'you fancy me don't you Matt? Shame I don't do blokes.' Then she was start kissing and fondling me in front of him.

"One day Abbi was working in the bar, while I had a later shift. Matthew said he was going out on his dilapidated moped to a beach somewhere. I asked if I could join him. He looked disappointed, I think he wanted to go on his own, but he was much too polite to say anything. So I put on my bikini and then a t-shirt and shorts over this and we chugged around the island, sometimes doing less than walking speed.

"Eventually he pulled over in a dusty lay-by and parked beneath a withering tree.

"'Where's the beach?' I asked.

"He pointed over the side of the road. 'Gotta climb down,' he muttered.

"I shrugged and together we clambered down a rough path cut out of the cliff. It was quite a struggle and at one point, I slipped, sending stones crashing down. Matt gripped me and then carried on silently. Once down the beach was lovely though. It was a secluded cove, with clear blue waters. No-one else was there. Matt sat down and started rolling a joint straight away. 'Are you coming in for a swim?' I asked him.

"'Nah, you go,' he continued his rolling.

"I stripped down to my bikini and went into the warm water. I spent half an hour or so swimming around the cove, and then returned to where Matt was lying, obviously happily stoned now. I lay down on my towel next to him to get some sun. Then we heard some voices and saw a couple clambering down the rocks towards us.

"'Shit,' Matt said and made to pick his stuff up.

"'It's okay,' I said. 'They'll go away from us.'

"They did, choosing a spot at the end of the beach. They were quite stereotypically German, he had blonde hair and a moustache and she had short blonde hair. They were probably about thirty and quite attractive in their own way. After they had settled down Matt relaxed and I lay on my front and slept for a bit.

"Then Matt nudged me with his foot, 'don't make it obvious but look at our friends.'

"I pretended to look at him could see over his shoulder that the couple were getting very friendly. They were both lying on a towel, kissing passionately. He was lying on top of her and I could see he was pressing his cock against her through their swimming costumes. Then they seemed to remember us, and the woman looked directly at me and pushed her partner off.

"'Oh, shame,' I said.

"'Yeah, I thought they were going to go all the way,' Matt said, trying to disguise his excitement.

"I was feeling a bit naughty and also I felt some sympathy for Matt, so I said, 'perhaps if we give them some encouragement they will.'

"'What do you mean?' he asked nervously.

"'Come over here and start kissing me.' He hesitated. 'It's okay, I won't tell anyone. Wouldn't you like to see them going a bit further? It'll be like those German porno movies you watch late at night when Abbi and I are in bed, except real.'

"He looked embarrassed at the mention of the porno I had caught him watching once. But he lay down next to me, rather awkwardly. I kissed him softly, although I wasn't very keen on his beard. He reciprocated, tentatively at first and then with more enthusiasm. I slipped my tongue into his mouth and flicked it across his. He did the same and we rolled over on the towel. 'What are they doing?' I whispered to him.

"He pretended to nibble my ear while he looked.'They're looking at us and stroking each other.'

"'Best carry on then,' I said and kissed his neck and shoulders. He gave an involuntary shudder of pleasure at this and returned the favour on my neck, which has always been a sensitive place for me. I had a look at the couple and they had now resumed kissing. 'They're back at it,' I said.

"Matt immediately stopped, to my slight disappointment. He watched the couple who returned to their previous state of snogging passionately and grinding together. After a few minutes, they had progressed no further, but were aware we were no observing them.

"'I think we need to give them some more encouragement,' I said. I rolled onto my front and undid my bikini, letting the sides fall down. 'Rub some suntan lotion into my back. And be sexy about it.'

"He seemed caught between looking at the Germans and at me now, but eventually he squirted some lotion into his hand and sitting astride me, rubbed it in. He started in the middle of my back and worked outwards. At first, he was very mechanical about it, but he gained more confidence, pushing it into my skin. He massaged my shoulders and neck, which caused me to let out a deep sigh. The German couple had seen what we were doing, which had obviously emboldened the man enough to start fondling the woman's breasts through her bikini top, while they kissed. At first, she had grabbed his hand to stop him but after looking at us, had allowed him to continue.

"'Do around the side,' I instructed Matt, who had been avoiding this area. He moved one hand to my right side and rubbed some cream in. I didn't flinch, so he became more adventurous, rubbing the side of my breast. I knew he'd need encouragement, so I let out an appreciative murmur and slightly raised myself so he could get further round my breast. He did this, stopping short of the nipple. The German couple had seen all this and although he was fondling her pert breasts vigorously through the bikini top, they didn't seem to show any signs of going further. I was committed now. I really wanted to see them naked at least, but preferably fucking. I don't know why – they weren't really my type. Both of them looked very fit, he had a muscular and hairy chest. She had well-defined biceps and firm legs. They obviously fancied themselves quite a lot. They seemed the sort of couple who would both wear leather trousers. Perhaps that was why I wanted to get them to have public sex, through my will, as if I was controlling them.

"But they weren't going to give up their treasures easily, so I said to Matt, 'I think you need to do my front now.' He got off me and I turned over. Kneeling to the side of me, he applied cream to my stomach with trembling hands. He didn't take his eyes off my breasts once. 'Make sure you do my legs,' I told him just as he had nudged the underside of my tits.

"He looked disappointed, but moved down, starting with my feet and working up each leg in turn. I looked across at the Germans and the man was now fumbling with the bikini top, while looking at Matt and me. He unclipped it and fondled her nipples, which were long and erect. At the same time, Matt had reached my thighs. I parted my legs, and I think I must have been obviously damp. He took the encouragement and applied more cream on the inside of my thighs, brushing my pussy, which caused me to quiver.

"'I think my breasts are burning,' I told him. He stopped staring at my pussy and climbed on top of me again. Squirting more cream into his hands he applied it to my breasts, smoothing them one way and then another. 'Make sure they get a good coating,' I said.

"He rubbed the nipples and then squeezed one between his fingers. I gave him another provocative moan. I looked at his crotch and could his erection straining painfully against his shorts. The German couple were kissing and fondling each other, she was rubbing his crotch, but again they seemed content to stay at this stage.

"'We're out of cream,' Matt said, holding up the empty bottle.

"I reached down and grabbed his cock through his shorts. 'Oh no we're not.'

"'Oh, Dawn,' he moaned as I tugged at his shorts. His cock bent down as the shorts caught it, and then it sprang free, pointing eagerly at my breasts like a hunting dog. He climbed up and I squeezed my tits together and placed his cock inbetween them. I was tempted to laugh, it looked so much like a hot dog in a bun, but I knew Matt would be ruined by a giggle at that moment. He thrust back and forwards, fucking my well oiled tits. His cock rose and fell below my chin like a metronome.

"The German couple had stopped momentarily to take in this new development. Then with fervour, as if she had been given permission, the woman pulled down the man's shorts and took his cock in her mouth. She was obviously something of an expert in this and her head bobbed back and forth quickly. I had taken quite a dislike to her, I'm not sure why. I thought, cattily, 'I bet she boasts about her ability to do that.'

"Matt was holding his prick and enjoying his tit-fuck. While it was good for him, it didn't do much for me and I couldn't reach around him to play with myself. So, inbetween strokes I said, 'Matt, I think I really need a fuck.'

"'Oh, okay,' he said and climbed off, somewhat disappointed I felt. I pushed him on his back and quickly pulled off my bikini bottoms. His prick sat above his belly, aching in the sun. I gave it a swift lick, kiss, and then climbed on him. I took his cock and guided it into me. There was some brief awkwardness as it met some resistance and then it slipped in and I leant forward and rocked gently on his shaft.

"The Germans too our cue and within seconds the woman was on all fours, facing us, as the man fucked her from behind. She was looking directly at me and I realized with a shock that she didn't like me either. We glared at each other while our partners continued to fuck us, oblivious of the silent challenge that was being issued. I knew it was a competition to have the best sex and not to come first. An odd competition really, where finishing first means you lose.

"Luckily Matt had been smoking dope, which made him horny but affected his ability to reach an orgasm. I bounced up and down on his pole energetically, arching my back and clutching my breasts, like someone in a porno movie. The German responded by thrusting her arse wildly against her partner and shouting obscenities. Not to be outdone I got off Matt, lay on my back and pulled him on top of me. I wrapped my legs around his arse and pulled him into me. 'Fuck me with big, long strokes Matt,' I ordered him. He obliged, pulling his cock right back so it was nearly out of me and plunging in again up to the hilt. I bucked my hips enthusiastically.

"My rival countered by making her partner stand up and climbed onto his cock, with him holding her back, and her legs clamped around him. It was a very athletic position, which demonstrated her strength and litheness. This was another reason to dislike her I thought. We continued like this, both of us becoming noisier and increasingly outrageous with our movements. While Matt looked a bit shocked by this and was showing no signs of coming, it was having an effect on me. I couldn't show weakness by getting Matt to slow down, but I could feel my orgasm building deep down inside me. I tried to think of other things, but with the stream of screams and shouts coming from the other woman, and my need to keep watch on her, it was very difficult to think of anything apart from being fucked stupid. It was coming, I could feel it in my stomach. 'God, no' I thought, 'not yet.'

"Then I heard an almighty scream from the German woman. She was clawing and hitting her partner, part in ecstasy and part in anger at having lost the battle. She was coming very hard and so was he, both of them unable to hold their standing pose anymore, they collapsed onto the beach and continued grinding to their finish. Confident I had won, I now allowed my orgasm to come and it flooded through me, all the stronger for having been dammed up. I let out a long 'wooooooooh' cry, like someone on a rollercoaster. As I came, I grinned across at the exhausted German who glowered back with hatred. Then it was over and I lay still. Matt tried a few more hopeful thrusts, but I didn't respond. He pulled out and looked pitifully down at his still erect cock.

"'I haven't come yet,' he mumbled like a disappointed boy who hadn't got the toy he wanted.

"I was panting and unable to do much more. 'Go and fuck her,' I suggested. 'She'll have to let you.' And I knew she would, it was the prize of the victor to demand it.

"He looked unsure, but to my surprise, he stood up and walked towards the couple, his cock at right angles, pointing towards them like a diviner. The woman looked at me with renewed hatred and I nodded, smiling. With a grimace, she pushed her partner off, who sat to one side, perplexed. Then resuming her position on all fours, Matt knelt behind her and started fucking her. She didn't put anything into it and I guess she must have been tired and sore. But Matt didn't seem to mind the impersonality of it and carried on where he had left off with me. The man just sat there, watching with a detached air. This lasted about five minutes and then Matt finally grabbed the woman's hips and pulled her to him as he came inside her. With that, she pulled herself off and walked down to the sea. Matt came back to me and we packed in silence and went back to the bike. I gave the woman a sarcastic wave as we climbed the rocks.

"I told Abbi about it and she thought it was hilarious. She teased Matt about it, saying, 'so you fucked Dawn did you? Naughty Matt, she's mine. Did you like it? Sweet isn't she?' He never tried it on again with me, even when we were alone but I noticed him standing up to Abbi a bit more after that, as if it had helped him get over his infatuation with her."

Phillip pulled the car into the parking bay in front of their block. "Here we are. You two probably didn't notice but I had to take the long way back to let Dawn finish that story."

"That's alright," Dawn said, "I've been looking up Lisa's skirt all the way."

Lisa grabbed her skirt down, "Dawn!"

They entered the flat and Lisa sat on the sofa next to Dawn. "Drinks anyone?" Phillip asked.

He made three gin and tonics and gave sat opposite the two women. There was a long silence as everyone sipped their drinks.

"I'm a bit nervous," Lisa said, having finished her drink. "You couldn't do me another drink could you Phillip? And Dawn, could you tell me one last story. I really liked the last one and it will help me, you know, get used to the idea."

Dawn patted her knee, "Of course. Let me see….how about my last night on Paros?"

"Is it rude?"

"Oh, yes, very."

"Then that will do thanks."

"My time was up and I needed to come back home. I had been putting the decision off for a while, as I was reluctant to leave Abbi. As I said, my original plan had been to go to Germany, but I had quickly dumped that idea. Then I had made my mind up to leave for home the week before, but had phoned my mum to say I was staying for another week. But now I couldn't put it off any longer. Abbi was her typical cold self, pretending she didn't care, but I knew she did.

"So, it was a Friday night and I was getting a ferry the next morning. Abbi and I were working in the bar that night. I had told her all about my adventures in Italy and as we were getting ready she said, 'I think you should wear something special tonight. How about one of those dresses that woman gave you in Italy?' She knew Antonia's name but always referred to her as 'that woman', which I thought revealed some jealousy.

"She had been sullen all week because I was leaving, so I thought this might lighten her mood. 'Okay, you go in the lounge and I'll come through.' I put on the blue dress, with knickers but no bra. Abbi was sitting next to Matt in the lounge. I was rather underwhelmed by her response. Matt perked up but Abbi said 'Nah, the other one.'

"'Oh, I don't think I can – it's see-through,' I explained.

"'It'll be alright with bra and knickers though,' Abbi replied.

"'But I can't – I promised that I would never wear a bra with it.' I had told her this, of course.

"'Well it's your choice,' she responded moodily.

"I traipsed back in to the bedroom and pulled out the diaphanous outfit. I put it on and looked at myself in the mirror. The two strands that covered my breasts were not quite wide enough, so the sides of my breasts were visible, and if I bent over it peeled away to show all of them. But as my round nipples were clearly visible through the material it didn't matter much. My white panties were also clearly visible. I really didn't think I could wear it.

"I went back in to the lounge. Abbi sat up, 'that's more like it,' she said clapping. I now felt I couldn't let her down.

"'I don't think I can, I mean look at it. I'm practically naked.'

"'Don't worry,' she said. 'We'll have a laugh. If you worried about blokes getting over-familiar I'll be there and so will Matt, won't you Matt?'

"'Err, yeah, sure, if you want.'

"'Okay, but I'm going to change if it gets too much.'

"We started our shifts at seven. I felt sick with nerves. The first few customers said nothing but stared at me. I heard a woman who was with her family that she thought it wasn't appropriate. They left shortly after and she gave me a look of disgust. I saw a woman who was with her boyfriend telling him off for looking at me, and they left soon after as well, with her marching ahead of him. I thought I would have to change. As it got a bit darker, the gloomy lights in the inside bar made me feel less exposed. A group of three lads ordered drinks, which Abbi made me take over to their table.

"'That's some outfit you've got there, love,' one of them sniggered.

"'Don't leave much to the imagination does it?' another chipped in.

"I ignored them and returned to the bar. Some raucous laughter came from the lads and I guessed I was the object of it. The bar was thankfully quite empty. There was an old French man sitting on his own, drinking brandy. He was bald and quite frail looking. He smiled sweetly at me, which was a comfort after the treatment I had got from the lads. 'Why don't you join me?' he asked, in a whisper. He had liver spots over his head and arms, and the skin was gathered and wrinkled on his shaking hands. But he had a playful glint in his eye and I was feeling weak with the nervous tension. I sat opposite him in an armchair. He didn't say anything, just sipped his brandy and looked at me.

"'You're a very attractive lady,' he said. 'I'm an old man, you don't mind if I just look at you and remember the old days when I used to chase girls like you.'

"I shook my head and let him stare at me for a while. Then, after a few minutes I said, 'I better get back to the bar.'

"He nodded, 'of course, thank you. Come back and sit with me again later will you?'

"'Okay,' I said. Abbi gave me some drinks to take to a couple sitting outside. The man was older than the woman who was petite and pretty. The man looked bored, but she was perky.