Summer Holly

Tom grinned. That was an instruction he could heed. 'I think you secretly want to get caught.'

The stone was rough and cold, his cock smooth and warm. As Holly revelled in the contrast, approaching voices sounded from the street.

'Someone's coming. Off.Off!'

As difficult as it was to forego the sensation of his aunt's pussy, Tom had no interest in getting caught. He slipped out of her, growling in frustration as his cock demanded to be thrust back inside.

Holly was no less irked at being empty, and she gave Tom a fiery kiss on the lips. 'Take me back and finish the job.'

He took her hand and led her at a run back onto the street. As they hurried up the hill, Holly's earlier protest about her shoes was long since forgotten, her desire to be fucked overriding any discomfort.

Kissing and groping each other, they stumbled through the door to their room. After slamming it shut, Tom planted both his hands on Holly's arse, then lifted her up and made for the bed.

'Not there,' she panted. 'Against the wall.'

Tom changed course and, although most of the suite was private, he unknowingly picked the only section of wall visible from the balcony of a neighbouring building. She was about to get him to move, but a sudden thrill belayed her request. In the confines of their room, the risk of being seen no longer seemed so bad. On the contrary, it felt perfect for a dirty weekend.

She unbuttoned his shirt while he slid down and kicked off his shorts. When he was deliciously naked, she lifted her arms up, inviting him to undress her. Tom did so, and Holly's newfound exhibitionism was about to be tested. In the time her dress had blocked her vision, a man had walked out onto the neighbouring balcony. When she saw him looking, he made no attempt to avert his gaze; what he would witness would be up to her.

Before she had time to think, Tom decided for her. Still hard from outside, he lifted her leg and drove his cock deep into her pussy. She gasped at the sudden invasion, then leaned back against the wall as he delivered his barrage.

She expected to feel a semblance of shame, but what she actually experienced was a sexual excitement unmatched in her forty-four years on Earth. Still looking at the stranger, she smiled while kneading her tits, letting him know beyond doubt that she wanted him to watch. He looked back into his room for a moment - possibly at his wife, Holly thought, the idea sending shivers down her spine.

His stare seemed to bring dormant nerves in her body to life. She grew breathless and sweaty, delighting in holding his gaze as Tom's throbbing cock pleasured her cunt. She was determined to give him a performance he would never forget.

She hooked her arms around Tom's neck and swung her grounded leg around his waist, suspending herself between him and the wall. The shift in position granted deeper access to her pussy, and she cried out as gravity impaled her fully on his length.

'Fuck me, Tom. Just like that. Ohhhh shit, right there.'

Buoyed by her enthusiasm, Tom pounded her into the wall with everything he had. He noted a difference in her, something wild he hadn't encountered before. Her voice, scent, and the level of arousal flooding her pussy told of a woman who was losing control.

'Deeper, baby! Deeper!' she demanded. Holly tightened her grip around his neck, boring her eyes into her voyeur while her cervix sustained a heavenly assault. 'I said fuck medeeper!'

Physically unable to comply, Tom hoisted her knees higher into her chest, enabling him to increase his speed if not his depth. With the wind taken out of her, Holly finally lost sight of the balcony, unable to keep her eyes open as each smack of Tom's balls against her taint propelled her to new orgasmic heights. Her pussy contracted around him, and she felt like she was melting into the wall as a seismic orgasm ruptured every cell in her body.

Tom expelled a guttural groan as her walls ground his dick past the point of no return. 'Fuck, Aunt Holly, I'm close.'

His words snapped Holly back to reality. Despite being in the throes of orgasm, she struggled free from his hold and knelt beneath him. With one last look to the man on the balcony, she pointed her lover's cock towards her face.

Tom looked down in astonishment as Holly pumped him towards her open mouth. Supporting himself with his palms against the wall, he bellowed as he unleashed a monster load, painting his aunt's face with streaks of white. She maintained unflinching eye contact throughout, even smiling as she received it.

Only after she had licked his head clean did he notice her glance towards the window. He instinctively did the same, just in time to see the man hurry back into his room.

He looked back at Holly in disbelief. 'There was a guy watching us!'

Flushing slightly, she averted her gaze.

'You knew?'

She nodded.

'How long was he there?'

It took her a few seconds to answer. 'From the start.'

'Are you serious? Is that what made you so wild?'

'I don't know,' she said sheepishly. 'I guess knowing he was enjoying watching us made me feel sexy.'

Tom turned to look at the now empty balcony, then back to Holly with a cheeky grin. 'Do you think he's fucking his wife, thinking of you?'

'Maybe... You don't sound annoyed.'

'I'm not,' he said lifting Holly to her feet and pushing her into the wall. 'Surprised, maybe, but not annoyed.

As his body pressed into her, she felt the indent of his cock on her stomach. To her amazement, it swelled. 'Oh my god, you're turned on.'

'I quite like the idea of being a porn star.'

'Well, if uni doesn't work out, who knows? You could specialize in older women.'

He ran his hands down her waist and hips. 'I want you so fucking much right now.'

She laughed, gesturing to her face. 'In case you didn't notice, you've already had me.'

'I want you again,' he said, parting her legs.

'Tom, I'm not sure I'm ready for round—'

He grabbed her arm and manhandled her towards the bathroom like a father angry at a belligerent child. Too surprised to protest, she quickly found herself in the shower with the water turned on. When she motioned towards the stream to wash the cum off her face, Tom stopped her.

'Leave it,' he said in a thick voice.

She noticed a difference in his countenance, something visceral that made her heart race. Her stomach filled with butterflies as he spun her around and roughly bent her over. Shocked at how domineering he'd become, her palms became sweaty against the tiles in supporting her weight.

A wet hand slammed against her arse, its force making her jump. It stung, and normally she would have told him to go easy. Instead, she stuck out her bum even further.

She yelped when the second slap came, beaming at the wall as a pulse of excitement shot through her body. A third followed on the opposite cheek, then a fourth to even things out. With her flesh tingling and numb, she let out a gasp as he entered her, wasting no time in driving his dick as deep as he could.

Her pussy protested at first, aching from its earlier pounding, but she gritted her teeth and opened herself up. No man had ever taken her with such primal desire, and she was curious how it felt to be well and truly used. She submitted to everything, releasing all the tension from her body, and was soon rewarded. As Tom delved deeper, her body came around to the idea of being fucked a second time. Motes of pleasure became jolts and then waves, gradually banishing her discomfort.

She moaned in time with his quickening strokes, the sordid nature of their act inspiring further pleasure. There she was in a hotel shower, face covered in cum, reddened arsecheeks rippling under the assault of forbidden cock. In all her years, she'd never felt like so much of a slut, and she absolutely loved it.

Her pussy had come to love it, too, and the conflagration within made the shower feel cold by comparison. As Tom's head mercilessly ploughed over her g-spot time and again, she drowned out the jet stream with rapturous cries.

'So you like being watched?' Tom growled.

'Yes.'

'And being covered in cum?

'Yes.'

'You want more?'

Holly shuddered as her pussy spasmed in climax. 'God yes!'

Tom pulled out and shot a second load over her arse and back. The impact of his seed only added to her euphoria, and she sank back into his arms, needing his support to stay on her feet.

As the storm in her loins calmed, she felt weightless and mellow, grateful to be in her nephew's comforting embrace. She craned her head back, and he gently caressed her stomach and breasts as they shared a tender, post-coital kiss.

'It's my turn to ask what got into you,' Holly said.

'It was the first time you've misbehaved; I had to bring you back into line.' Tom smiled. 'Seriously though, why the sudden exhibitionism?'

'I'm not sure. Coming here with you is by far the wildest thing I've ever done.'

'Ditto,' Tom said.

Holly laughed. 'The point is I never did anything like this when I was younger. I had my fun, but I never went crazy. Maybe my subconscious wants to make up for lost time.'

'Well feel free to make up some more, because that was the hottest thing I've ever experienced.'

'You're on,' she said with a glint in her eye.

After washing the sex off each other, they slipped into their complementary bathrobes and reclined on the bed.

'I. Am. Exhausted,' Holly said.

'Do you know what the cure for that is?'

'What?'

Tom picked up the remote. 'Cheesy late-night TV.'

He turned on to one of the plethora of Friday night variety shows, and they chatted and laughed through the light-hearted entertainment. By the end of the show, both of them were struggling to stay awake. After switching off the TV, they discarded their robes and snuggled up under the covers, relaxed in the knowledge that none of their family members were sleeping down the hall.

*

Following a night of pleasant dreams, Tom woke up to an even more pleasant friction between his legs. As his vision cleared, Holly's outline came into focus above him, rocking slowly as she rubbed her pussy back and forth along the underside of his cock.

'Morning sleepyhead.'

'Mmm,' Tom sounded, stretching out his legs as he appreciated the wet warmth of her folds. 'I was wondering when you'd return the favour.'

She smiled down at him. 'I know you enjoy these wake-up games, and after Easter, it's my turn to play with you.'

'Play away,' Tom said, reaching out to grab her.

She intercepted his hands and laid them by his sides. 'Nope. No touching. That's my rule.'

'Or what?' he challenged.

'Or you'll have to sort out this increasingly hard cock without my help.'

'Ugh, you're evil.'

'But at the same time so good.'

Holly applied more pressure, grinding more of his shaft into the valley of her slit. He wanted nothing more than to squeeze her creamy tits and tweak her rosy nipples, but he couldn't risk forfeiting her generous wake-up. Instead he drank in her body, reminding himself of everything he loved about it: the soft flesh on her wide hips that felt so good in his hands; the faint stretchmarks on her tummy earned through producing life; and those thighs... But for her arse, they were his favourite feature, thick and clamped around his waist like pythons around prey.

That morning, though, it was the glimmer in her eyes that he noticed most. Her baby-blues danced to the movement of her hips, and Tom knew she was in the mood to play.

'You've never seen me with my hair up, have you?' she said, removing a hair tie from around her wrist. Tom shook his head as she tied her hair into a ponytail. 'Jim always said it made me look sweet and innocent.' She pouted for him. 'Was he right?'

'Fuuuuck, Aunt Holly,' he whispered.

'I'll take that as a yes. Ironic, considering what I'm about to do to you.'

Tom's balls contracted as she lifted his dick and guided it into her pussy. His arms twitched by his sides; it took every ounce of his will to keep them to himself.

'Ah-ah. You know the rules. You wouldn't want to ruin this now.'

Tom clutched the sheets to avoid temptation, but it was Holly's words as well as her actions that were driving him crazy.

'I know you enjoyed being in control yesterday.' She leaned down and teasingly licked his lips. 'But now you're at my mercy.'

She arched her back and stuck out her chest, elongating her body to form sinuous curves. Along with the ponytail, it was a version of his aunt Tom had never seen, and the novelty triggered a surge of excitement in his loins. She rose and sank back onto him in slow, deliberate movements, treating him to the sight of his cock being painted with dew. Occasionally she interrupted her rhythm, pausing with his tip barely inside her for a few agonising seconds before sliding back down.

He focussed on stemming the tide crashing around him, but it was a losing battle as Holly employed more of her wiles.

'You're so close, I can feel it. Don't be shy. This morning is all about you.'

Still Tom resisted, diverting his mind to more mundane thoughts in an effort to prolong the pleasure.

'You can't fight it forever,' she said. 'Sooner or later you're going to give me what I want.'

He closed his eyes, desperately trying to focus.

'I think you like it when I talk dirty. Open your eyes for me... Watch my lips.'

Tom reluctantly complied.

'That's better. Do you like watching your aunt ride your cock?'

'Yes.'

She put her hands on his chest, speeding up to a steady ride. 'Is my pussy worth going to prison for?'

'Fuck, Aunt Holly...'

'Do you remember when you were small, how I used to read to you in bed? Where Ifuck you now you're all grown up.'

Tom tensed, crashing through the point of no return.

'One more story, Aunt Holly,' she mimicked, 'please read one more.' She bounced harder, adding the slap of flesh to the carnal stimuli. 'Cum for me, baby. Fill your Aunt Holly's greedy pussy.'

Tom gripped the bed, groaning in rapture as he helplessly unloaded into his insatiable aunt.

'That's it,' she purred, feeling the heat of his seed. 'Isn't that better than a bedtime story?'

'Um-hmm,' he sounded dreamily as his orgasm waned.

Holly smiled as she lifted herself off him and made for the bathroom. 'Don't go back to sleep. We've got a busy day ahead.'

'That sounds like effort.'

She poked her head around the bathroom door. 'Effort gets rewarded,' she said with a mischievous smile. 'I might have a surprise for you later, but you won't get it if you stay in bed.'

Tom hauled himself to his feet and slipped his hands around Holly's waist, still starry-eyed from her wake-up. 'That's my kind of motivation. It better be worth it.'

She pecked him on the lips. 'You'll just have to wait and see.'

They showered together, then went downstairs for breakfast.

*

'So what's on the agenda today?' Tom said as he dived into his full English breakfast.

'I don't know how you can eat all that in a morning,' she said, comparing the thousand-calorie pile to her bowl of cereal.

'Maybe it's because you tire me out so much.'

Holly blushed as the comment earned glances from a couple at a neighbouring table. 'Anyway,' she said, ignoring Tom's laughter, 'I thought we could spend the morning at the beach.'

'And the afternoon?'

'That depends.'

'On what?'

'Whether you're good.'

Tom smiled as he stuffed a forkful of bacon into his mouth. 'When am I not?'

*

The summer weather was perfect once again, and they strolled along the beach hand in hand, walking off their breakfast while absorbing the coastline. Both had removed their sandals, allowing the golden sand to warm the soles of their feet.

'I always went barefoot when I was little,' Holly said, 'except then I'd be running around looking for shells.'

'There's nothing stopping you doing that now,' Tom teased.

She playfully shoved him in the arm, and Tom responded in kind.

'Hey, that's no way to treat a lady.'

'Who said you're a lady?'

She opened her mouth in indignation. 'Wow!'

'You definitely didn't act like on yesterday,' Tom added.

'Would you rather me be prim and proper?' She stood on her tiptoes and whispered in his ear. 'Because a "lady" might say no to anymore hot, filthy sex for the rest of this trip.'

Tom puffed out his cheeks, pretending to consider the question. 'You're right. I take it back.'

'Good. Last one to the ocean...'

Holly turned and made a bee line for the sea. Cursing, Tom chased after her but wasn't quite able to catch up.

'I thought you were meant to be a star athlete,' she said as he joined her in the waves.

'Doesn't mean I can beat a cheater.' He grabbed her by the hand and ran further out to sea.

'Hey! What are you doing? Tom, my dress!'

He continued a few more steps, only stopping when they were knee-deep. He wrapped his arms around her waist. 'Serves you right for cheating.'

'My dress issoaked.'

Tom grinned. 'You're getting wet a lot this weekend.'

Try as she might to be irritated, she couldn't help but laugh. 'I can't argue with you there. Now come here.' She threw her arms around his neck and pulled him in for a kiss.

'We're gonna catch eyes if you do that,' Tom said.

'Let them look. I don't mind showing off my weekend lover.'

Following a steamy display of affection, they returned to the beach and found a spot to sit down, facing the ocean.

'I've been meaning to ask,' Tom said, 'did you go on any more dates with Graham?'

Holly turned to him in surprise. 'What made you think of him?'

'Something about this trip feels final, like you brought me here for one last hurrah.'

She sighed. 'I was going to wait until our last day. We both know this can't go on forever - I'd like to meet someone else, and you'll eventually want to find someone your own age. I thought this trip would be a perfect way to end things, but I didn't want to sour the mood by bringing it up too soon.'

Tom put his arm around her. 'It wouldn't have soured the mood. I've always said I want you to find someone. Obviously I'm going to miss this, but I knew it was only temporary. Especially when you're so damn sexy - someone was bound to snap you up.'

'Always the smooth talker, aren't you?' Holly said. 'I really like Graham. We've kept it casual so far, but before I asked you on this trip, he said he wanted to make things official.'

'Do you want to?'

'I do. And I'm not going to cheat on him, especially after what Jim put me through. I couldn't do that to someone else. I told him I'd think about it so we could have this weekend, but when I get back, I'm going to say yes.'

'I'm happy for you. He's a lucky guy.'

'Thanks. So, what about you. Is there anyone you've got your eye on at uni?'

'There might be somebody,' Tom replied coyly.

'Ooh, do tell.'

Tom took his phone from his pocket. 'Her name's Clara. We've been on a few dates, but we're not exclusive yet.'

'She's pretty,' Holly said. 'You like your curvy blondes.'

'You should know my type by now.'

Holly chuckled. 'Are you going to ask her out?'

'Yeah. I went on a couple of dates with other girls, but they left me cold. Clara's got something about her.'

'Aww, you've got it bad,' Holly teased. 'Best of luck. I'm sure she'll say yes.'

'Let's hope so.'

'She'd be mad not to. I could even put a good word in for you - tell her what a great lay you are.'

'Right... That wouldn't make things awkward at all.'

'Good point. Anyway, we still have a day and a half to go, so let's enjoy it. How about we get some food? I'm starved.'

Tom agreed, and they went to a café to grab a late lunch.

*

'I think,' Holly said as they stepped back out onto the street, 'it's time for your surprise.'