It all started on a cold July night in Melbourne, Australia. I was getting tired of seeing my girlfriend dressed in truck suit pants and complaining about the cold weather every time we were making love.
I simply booked a couple of tickets and accommodation for a two weeks holiday in a sunny north Queensland.
She was so happy, when I told her... We arrived at the Cairns Airport on Friday, late in the afternoon. It was oppressively hot and humid. After a five hour trip Monique went straight for the shower, whilst I spent some time extracting a very special package out of my anus. One sealed, one inch long package containing pure MDMA powder. I broke the seal, and made a couple of iced gin and tonics with a sprinkle of the dust. I left her wrapped in a towel, spread on a sofa, while I proceeded to the bathroom. I took my time, drinking my contraption, shaving and taking a shower. Twenty minute later... The bloody cell phone rang. I spent the next fifteen minutes talking to an angry customer venting his anger. When I emerged out of the bathroom, I found Monique on the sofa, listening to the musing and rubbing her beautiful body with both hands. I knew her reaction to the drug. I simply prepared for her the skimpiest clothes I could find in her collection and asked her to get dressed. After all the experiences, she would not admit to being under influence. So many times, it took her, being covered with baby oil and with a limp, ecstasy affected dick in her mouth, to admit that she had some. This time, her attire was a clinging, half transparent top and a very short satin skirt. Once I managed to get her dressed, I managed to add some of her jewellery and a pair of high heel shoes. She looked splendid, with the mane of messy long, curly blond hair and a pair of eyes that would melt an iceberg. I could hardly see the Mediterranean blue of her irises. Her pupils were as large as dinner plates. I could feel the effect as well, the tingling of my body and the urge of clinging to her, eating and licking every inch and orifice of her body. But I had a different plan... With the sunglasses on, looking rather strange, we stepped out of the hotel. By then I could not care less about my appearance. I just guided her, holding her naked arse under her short skirt, towards the nearest night club with a pulse. It was only 8.30pm. The place was only half full. Most of the patrons were teenagers, half full of cheap grog and a few of old perverts ogling the young bodies. Monique was different. Early forties, almost 6’ tall (179 cm), 34d breasts. Her legs seemed to go forever, ending with a miniskirt, which was exposing the most exiting part of her thighs and arse every time she made a sudden move. We made our way up the stairs, collecting some wolf whistles and rude comments from the young guys sitting on the steps. She was way beyond reacting to any of it. We made our way to the bar and ordered a couple of G&T’s. The poor guy behind the bar could not his eyes of her. A minute later, after she took her sunglasses off, exposing her drug affected eyes, he lost his plot. He just kept on starring at her tits escaping out of the cleavage of her tight white top, which may as well be transparent under the lights. The music was deafening. I could feel it with my whole body, and by her behaviour, so could she. Half an hour later, we were friendly enough with the bartender to show us the way to the staff restroom. Without waiting for him to leave the room, I was on my knees licking her between her arse cheeks.
