Suitcase Shambles

The pool was a little too busy to swim effectively, so we simply bobbed about enjoying the cool water until we were no longer so hot. The crowd around the pool was larger than before and nobody, but the young man I'd winked at, were paying us any attention. Taking my courage in my hands, I climbed out.

I knew my bikini was clinging to my body and mostly transparent, but I stepped over to our sunbeds and grabbed a towel. Not attempting to cover up I kept back to most of the people as I dried my face. My heart was racing as I could see people around me staring openly at how exposed I was. I draped the towel over my shoulders. It hung just low enough to cover my boobs. Then I slipped on my sarong. I was still wet, and it clung to me, but it offered a degree of modesty that my wet bikini didn't

Kimberly dried herself off, and we headed toward the exit. On the way I saw several men watching us, and before we left, I turned and blew a kiss to the young man in the pool. He pretended to catch it and swoon, sinking into the water. When he surfaced, he was laughed at by his friends, but was grinning at me.

I felt pretty good as we headed to our room. The buzz from sort of flashing all those people at the pool and the alcohol was a heady mix. And I wanted a lie down and a bit of a rest. Not that I'd done much so far, but I was tired. I think the sun can sap your strength when you're not used to it.

When the lift doors opened Kimberly held her hand out to stop me leaving. She poked her head out to check if the corridor was empty. Then she slipped off her bikini top and shimmied out of her bottoms.

"You're mad!" I accused her, giggling.

She reached out and tugged the string on my bikini top pulling it off me. I swore at her as she dashing off down the corridor towards our room. I chased after her, my heart racing and giggling like a loon.

At our door she dropped the key, and I scrambled around on the door to pick it up, the other lift door pinged and opened. Luckily, the couple who exited it went the other way.

Before I could stand, she tugged at the knot on my bikini bottoms up leaving us both naked as we stumbled through the door laughing. Although, my heart was racing.

We showered and flopping into our beds for a nap.

I woke hours later when Kimberly entered the room with shopping bags.

"I couldn't sleep and figured we needed something for tonight." She tossed a denim miniskirt onto her bed that was shorter than the one I'd worn from Madison's clothes.

Then brought out a matching pair of plaid shirts and two pairs of cowboy boots. I wanted to object, but she insisted she bought them because they were cheap. I slipped mine on and walked about and was surprised to find them comfortable. Then paused to look at them in the mirror.

"I think you should go like that." She stood close looking at my naked image in the mirror.

"I think it might chafe on the horse and I might get chilled later "

"Actually, I was thinking we would go in our shorts and change into our skirts at the restaurant."

We were collected in a minibus from our hotel around 6 pm and drove about 10 miles to the pony trekking place. The 15 people going on the ride were a mixed bag. The youngest a pair of sisters in their mid-teens, and the oldest a woman in her 70s. The horses were well cared for and the ride was slow and casual. It was getting dark before we returned, but as we entered a track, I saw it was lined with wooden posts topped with solar powered motion detecting lamps.

They took 12 of us to the country and western restaurant to find a large barn like place big enough for several hundred diners. There was a large dance floor and a stage, but no band tonight, so the place was fairly quiet.

The menu seemed to consist of unlimited ribs, chicken wings, and fries. Along with a massive salad bar. Kimberly and I ordered a pitcher of beer and hurried off to the ladies to change into our skirts.

"Let's go commando." She suggested, and I knew she'd not relent, so I agreed. I'd not gone knicker-less with a short skirt since I was Madison's age.

However, when she removed her bra as well, I chickened out. My boobs were too big to not wear a bra if we were going to be dancing later.

By the time we got back, we saw the teenage sisters guzzling from massive containers of coke. Apparently, they tried the extra spicy wings and found out the chef wasn't joking. Their dad was wiping tears from his eyes from laughing so hard.

Quiet music was playing in the background, and we chatted with the others about the ride and where they all came from. Even the ordinary wings were spicy, and I was glad the beer was cold, and both Kimberly and I drank quite a lot.

About an hour after we arrived, the DJ announced there would be line dancing and everyone should come up to take part.

Luckily, it wasn't just us, but some of the other people in the restaurant joined us, along with some locals. I spotted two men in their mid to late twenties in the full regalia. Cowboy boots, black jeans and white cotton shirts with silver western collar tips. Topped with rawhide necklaces and black cowboy hats. They looked confident, and I wondered if they were employed to help.

I'd done it before, but it was years ago, and it took me a while to remember. Kimberly was dancing next to one of the young men I'd spotted, and it was hardly surprising he was dancing almost like a professional.

It wasn't long before most of the husbands begged off saying it was too hard, but it looked like they wanted to get l back to their beers. As the numbers dwindled, we ended up just dancing with the teenage sisters. I figured they were about 14 and 16.

I was amused to see their mum dancing with one of the professional's and flirting with him a lot. Her husband had a big grin on his face. Presumably if she came home horny, he might get lucky. The other dancer was waltzing with the 70-year-old.

After the dance, I saw the mum pointing to her daughter's. The dancers came over and asked them to dance, and whilst they blushed, both girl's readily agreed. Kimberly and I took a break and headed back to our table for more beer. I was sure we'd not been drinking enough fluids for the heat and our bodies were demanding more.

It was almost amusing watching the dancers with the girls. Keeping a safe distance between them and their parents looked on. The DJ took a break, as hardly anyone was dancing and put on a mix of steady music

The guys were fairly handsome, but a little short for my personal tastes. But the beer goggles were firmly in place and when they approached us, we readily agreed to join them. It soon became apparent the gap between them, and the girls didn't apply to us.

Not that we minded. I used to think I was an excellent dancer, but he was much better than me. Light on his feet and nimble. I'd never danced with a guy who obviously loved to dance and took control. We danced through multiple songs, and I enjoyed being in his arms. He held me close, and I enjoyed pressing against him. I kept my eyes on what Kimberly was up to and I saw her wrap her arms around his shoulders. Which was a bit of a stretch for her, and his hands wandered down to cup her backside.

My guy saw this as well and gave me a look, as if to ask permission. I signalled it was ok by putting my arms around his shoulders and let out a sigh as his hands slid down my back and onto my bum.

The smell of his cologne over a slight hint of fresh sweat was a turn on, as was the hint of his partial erection against my abdomen. It brought back memories of the previous night and how I regretted the missed opportunity to be more intimate with Clive.

We danced and every so often we'd look over at Kimberly and her guy. They kissed and my guy and I kissed. However, when I saw him with a hand on her boob and one on her bum. Whilst she seemed to have one of her hands wedged between them, I thought that might be too much on the dance floor.

Obviously, Kimberly did as well as she stepped away from her guy, who pulled out a packet of cigarettes and waved them to my guy.

By unspoken agreement, we walked towards a pair of open doors as an older lady came through them and nodded at us. It led outside, through the smoking area, given the buckets of sand and dog ends. There must have been twenty picnic tables surrounded by a high fence and illuminated by floodlights.

The guys lit up, and Kimberly led me over to the closest table and we sat. Then she leaned in and whispered.

"I don't know about you, but I'm not missing out on a second chance. I'm going to at least give my guy a blow job. So, if you object to that, you'd better go back inside and join the others until I'm done."

"I think my guy deserves at least a hand job for his excellent dancing." I replied and loved the look of surprise on her face.

"Guys." She called out. "Any chance of a bit of privacy around here?" She moved her legs open and closed, but I'd no idea if they could see she wasn't wearing underwear.

The guys looked at each other and tossed their cigarettes away. My guy looked inside, then closed the double doors almost all the way. His partner kicked a rock into place to stop the doors from closing completely and locking us out. Then he whipped his belt off and tied the doors closed. I had to wonder how many times they'd done this, but it didn't really matter. I was having a good time and feeling no pain.

Kimberly's guy was obviously the bolder of the two as he asked why she wanted a little privacy. She replied without saying a word but unfastening his trousers and fishing out his semi hard cock. Then wanked him fully hard.

He got a massive grin on his face and looked over at his friend. My guy watched as Kimberly took the cock in her hand into her mouth and bobbed her head a few times before he looked back at me. I shrugged in a 'what the heck' way and reached out for his belt.

I couldn't believe I was doing this. I didn't even know his name. We'd met him less than an hour ago and I was going to touch his cock now. Kimberly was such a bad influence on me. However, as my hands wrapped around the warm sausage of man-meat, I changed my mind. Perhaps Kimberly was just showing me the way, and I should just enjoy life.

Without meaning to, I compared the cock of Kimberly's guy with mine and I think I picked the winner. He had my ex beat, and he wasn't even fully hard yet. I pushed his trousers and underwear down to his knees and revelled in the weird combination of hard and soft at the same time. The slight sponginess of the crown and the solid shaft.

The glub, glub, glub sound from Kimberly made me decide to roll the 'what the heck' dice again. And I locked my eyes on his as I brought my mouth to his cock. His expression of surprised delight made me re-evaluate him. Whilst this wasn't his friend's first rodeo, it might have been his.

There was a hint of soap and some manly sweat, but I was pleased to find he was clean and not stinky.

From the corner of my eye, I noted that Kimberly and mine techniques were quite different. She was aggressive, almost devouring him, whilst I was gentler and teasing. You don't need to force it down your throat to get him to cum. I was happy to take my time, as it had been a while since I'd enjoyed doing this. But Kimberly suddenly stopped and lifted herself up onto the table with her feet on the bench.

"Don't you want to unwrap them?" She asked, nodding to her boobs. "You've been dying to get your hands on them since you first saw them, right?"

Her guy stepped up awkwardly with his trousers around his ankles and quickly unbuttoned her blouse. Revealing her wonderful, if fake, tits to the world. "Oh man, they're great." He said.

Kimberly looked over at me with a rather smug expression on her face, and I looked up to see my guy looking over. A stab of jealousy shot through me. Here I was giving him a blow job, and he's staring at her tits. Two could play that game. As quickly as I could, I unbuttoned my shirt and unhooked my bra. Luckily, it was a front fastener.

My guy's eyes opened wider in wonder and reached out gingerly to caress them.

"They truly are wonderful." He whispered to me.

Kimberly's guy was looking over, trying to get a good look, but most of my tits were hidden under male hands. Kimberly demanded his attention by grabbing his dick and pulling him closer, then pulling him into a kiss. My guy kissed me, then bent lower to kiss each of my tits.

"I can't wait to get your panties off." Kimberly's guy said to her.

"I'm sorry to disappoint you." She replied, and I looked over to see his expression go from a sure thing. To the kid at the end of the queue at a sweet shop only to have his favourite candy sold out before he gets to the front.

"That's because I'm not wearing any." She added and opened her legs to show him.

With her on the table top, he'd no difficulty seeing her shaved pussy under her skirt in the floodlights.

"In fact..." she continued, then swivelled around, so her knees were hanging over the end of the table. Then she lay back along the table and brought her feet up to hook her heels on the edge.

With her legs wide and her tits out, it was quite an invitation, and her guy barely paused for a moment. Nearly falling in his haste to get there, his trousers nearly tripped him up. She let out a little grunt as he slipped inside and then grinned up at his friend and me. As if he couldn't believe his luck.

Looking up at my guy and caught the hopeful look in his eyes. I'd not planned ongoing this far, but three rolls out of three seemed to come up with 'what the heck'. Standing, I wrapped my arms around his neck and kissed him. Then we moved to the other end of the table, where I let him go.

I leant forward and put one hand on the table and reached back to pull my skirt up. Revealing I was without underwear as well.

"Jesus!" He said and moved closer.

I was rather pleased he caressed my bum and stroked my pussy instead of just stuffing it in as his partner had. But I gripped either side of the table to brace myself as I felt his cock probing to find his way in. For a moment, I thought I'd have to help, but he brushed the right spot and pressed a little harder.

My pussy swallowed the tip, and it felt amazing. Too long had I gone without. My ex had been a tool with a crap dick, and I needed a young man to remind me I was still a woman. My guy started to pull back, but I pushed back against him until he bottomed out. Leaning forward until my elbows rested on the table.

"Fuck!" I muttered under my breath.

"Exactly." Kimberly replied, and I looked down to see I was leaning over, almost on top of her.

Seeing her 'getting fucked' face upside down made me giggle, and on a whim, I lowered my face to hers and kissed her.

"Oh my god, do you see that?" Her guy exclaimed and in reply, my guy fucked me faster.

I arched my back and closed my eyes as I felt my orgasm building quickly. Then I jumped as I felt feminine hands on my tits. Looking down, I saw Kimberly fondling my breasts and tweaking my nipples, sending shudders down my spine.

Two could play that game. I reached over and grabbed her tits, then stretched as far as I could and ran my tongue over her nipple. She let out a gasp and then shuddered. I realised she was cumming and looked up to see her guy jerkily stroking inside and I recognised he was pumping his load into her.

Knowing I was about to have some random guy spurt in me as well, triggered my climax. I was vaguely aware of the feeling of my guy emptying his sack inside me. It went silent, but for the sound of heavy breathing and muffled music from inside. My guy slipped out and pulled up his trousers before helping me up and fixing my clothing.

Kimberly's guy did the same, and quickly hurried off to retrieve his belt. After he did, the older woman came out with a knowing look on her face and winked at me. Then I remember the doors weren't all the way shut and she must have watched at least some of it.

By the time we got back to our table, the others were getting ready to be taken back to our hotels. The teenage girls were just about to have gone to look for us. That would have been embarrassing. In the minibus, Kimberly and I sat on the back seat together, with the teenage girls kneeling on the seat in front and facing us. They were babbling away about the horses and the dancing. I was acutely aware of the cum dribbling down my leg and I hoped that they'd not notice the smell of sex.

Back in our room, Kimberly called shotgun on the first shower, and I lay back on my bed. Part of me was appalled by what we'd just done, but like a person dying of thirst, I'd finally opened a bottle of water and taken my first sip. And one sip was not enough.

Kimberly reappeared from the bathroom with a towel around her hair, but otherwise naked, and I looked at her body in a new light. The mouth I'd kissed not too long ago. The breasts I'd caressed and licked. It sent a shiver down my spine, and I walked past her and slipped out of my clothes and stepped into the shower.

The hot water washed away the smell of sex and the slight hint of the horse that I'd not noticed until it was gone. Putting my foot on the side of the bath. I used the shower head to wash my sex and my fingers slipped inside to scoop out the cum in there. But my fingers reawakened a hunger in me, and I did something I'd never thought I'd do.

I found Kimberly sitting on my bed with her back to me. Over her shoulder, I saw she was holding the vibrator. She looked back and held it up.

"The battery is flat." She complained.

"I'm sure we can manage." I took it from her and tossed it on her bed and put my hand high on her back.

Then I leant down and kissed her. It was the sort of kiss that could not be confused with, just a friendly kiss. It was packed with passion and promise.

"You sure?" She asked, and I nodded as I laid her on her back.

She scrambled up the bed and patted it next to her. I lay down beside her and suddenly I didn't know what to do. Kimberly slipped closer, lifting a leg and putting it over mine. In reflex, I pressed my knee between her thighs as she put her arm around me and pulled herself closer. Our breasts touched a moment before our lips.

We kissed with increasing passion and her hand moved lower to caress my buttocks. Then she moved her leg and pulled my knee higher and reached down to run her fingers over my pussy. As her fingertip easily pressed inside, I had a moment where my mind rebelled and screamed out it was wrong. But I ignored it.

I'd never really thought about being with a woman before. Not in the real detail as my mind shied away from it, but her kisses were softer and more sensuous. Her hand caressing my shoulder and arms was so gentle. Her tongue wasn't demanding like many men I'd kissed, and I was committed to our lovemaking.

Pressing forward, I rolled her onto her back and found myself on my hands and knees over her. She looked like she was worried that I'd changed my mind, but I slipped lower and tranced my tongue over her upper chest. Working down to circle her nipples with the tip of my tongue. I sucked each in turn, then moved lower still.

When her shaved pussy was in front of my face, I inhaled her scent. It was intoxicating, and I placed my lips against hers. I was kissing my first pussy and my tongue flicked out and tasted her juices. She tasted very similar to me, and I delved deeper. Trying to do all the things I loved when I guy went down on me.

I ended up lying on my stomach with my legs hanging off the end of the bed and my face buried between her thighs. The newness and the taste made me lose my sense of time. Lapping at her labia and caressing her clit with the tip of my tongue. My middle finger slipped inside her and teased her opening.