Sick of the cold, wet, and endless darkness of England in winter and the low-key seasonal affective disorder that came with it, Q and I booked a last-minute, mid-January holiday. We were open to going anywhere as long as it was asap, there was sunshine, and it was affordable. Mallorca, leaving tomorrow? Check. Small hotel with a pool, outside the main tourist spots? Check. It was a late-night flight, and after the taxi dr...

I walked up the driveway and pressed the button to ring the door bell, hearing the ‘bing bong’ chime throughout the house, and waited. Before long I saw someone coming closer through the patterned glass of the door, at which point it swung open. Dave was taller than I expected. He was wearing what appeared to be a thick, green dressing gown and nothing else and I could see that he was heavily built. Quite a bit older than...

(See part 1 for the precursor to this story.) Without thinking, almost on autopilot, I leaned forwards, inhaling her scent in the process, and placed my lips over the bulge in her black, diaphanous panties through which the clear outline of her penis and loaded scrotum were visible. I took my time, putting feeling into it, pressing firmly before puckering a little, sucking a little of the fabric and skin into my mouth bef...

As I pulled up the driveway of the Cliveden Hotel, my jaw hit the floor. A had said it was exclusive, but this was something else. The long drive wound through the trees before the house came into view – a classical mansion of epic proportions. Picture Brideshead Revisited, Downton Abbey, that kind of thing. I drove into the main car park and felt very out of place; my car was the crappest there by at least £50,000 – much...

Santa Claus gently twisted his wrists right and down, expertly guiding the reindeer train pulling his sleigh out of the cloud cover and towards a large house a few miles outside Raufarhöfn on the northwest coast of Iceland. This was the last visit on his epic annual journey and had been for a number of years. The route had expanded and lengthened over time to cope with the demand that followed population growth and his no...

What was I doing, completely naked on a sofa in someone else’s house, an equally naked couple who I’d met in person for the first time only about an hour beforehand, with my eyes closed and head thrown back? Having made Laura cum, and enjoying my first kiss with her partner Mike, I then became the centre of attention. “We’re going to please you, love,” said Laura. “Strip off, close your eyes and just let go.” I did as I w...

I met Mike, and then Laura, on Lush. We been part of a shared group for a while, exchanged the odd comment, and through the questions we both posed and the answer give, we were sort of getting to know each other. Well, as much as you can in an anonymous online space. I had checked out their profiles from time to time. They linked to each other, noting that they were a long term couples, listed themselves as straight; they...

It was a warm night. I could see T relaxing on the bed in her hotel room with the curtains and window open. I phoned her and saw her pick it up and answered the call. “Hey. How are you?” she asked. “All good. Put your phone on speaker mode and then put it down,” I said. “What, why?” T queried, sounding confused. “Just do it,” I replied. I could see T do as instructed and then sit back on the bed. “What’s on your mind?” “Y...

The goddess moaned as she woke, a slight stretch undulating in a gentle wave down her body. She was facing away from me, on her stomach, her legs open in a scissor shape. Her black, tousled tresses were spread like mountain roots across the pillow and the sun through the blinds drew stripes across her back. I watched her in wonder for a moment before leaning forward, putting a hand on her shoulder, and whispering into her...

It was the second day and the sunshine had been replaced by torrential rain. It was pissing it down. Obviously – this is England. T and I lit the fire so we could mooch around without layering up, and before long, the cabin warmed up nicely. Over breakfast, T said that she had an idea for the morning and wondered if I was game. “I’m intrigued,” I mused as I sipped my coffee, “what did you have in mind?” “Well, sunshine, i...

After our naked and sticky breakfast in bed, T and I tidied up and shared a shower. There was no rush to things – time in a way has less meaning when you’re detached from schedules – and we diligently soaped and explored each other in the shower, cleaning each other’s spaces and crevices thoroughly while squeezing and enjoying the permission of full access. We’d jokingly agreed over coffee that today would be an edge day:...

We were spooning as the sun streamed onto us through the skylights, and T was clearly awake, or at least half awake; she’d either manoeuvred herself into position with my cock between her legs or had woken like this and taken matters into her own hands. Or labia, actually – I could feel them on either side of my cock, hot and already slippery. “Good morning,” I said, reaching down and holding her hip so I could get a bit...

T and I, after our intense masturbation session, chilled on the sofa for a while, chatting, kissing, casually touching, and finishing off the wine in the heat of the log burner. It felt like we’d kind of pierced the surface now: we knew there was a real spark, a connection and an attraction, a need and a want to explore and share our bodies, as well as a developing level of trust. It’s hard to explain the feeling, a kind...