It was a hot and sweaty night. It had been over 38c all day and hadn’t relented with the setting of the sun. There was a storm coming; you could feel the power buzzing in the saturated air. For the time being, though, we’d just have to suffer!
I think I was suffering the most. I just wasn’t used to that stifling heat at night. I grew up in the dry heat of North Africa where even though it regularly reached 48c, the nights were always cool, crisp and cold even! I’m used to sleeping in shorts, camisole, and a light blanket. Tonight though, I haven’t been able to let any bit of clothing touch my sweating body.
Holly, my roommate from the university, had invited me to spend a week with her parents at their holiday place in Crete. Her parents are dirty, filthy rich and their holiday place is actually a two-story villa overlooking the sea at the northern end of their own secluded private sandy bay. When Holly informed me the villa didn’t have any air-conditioning, I didn’t think twice about it, being used to North African nights.
We arrived Friday night. Holly’s parents were already there, enjoying cocktails on the deck overlooking the sea. It was still early in the year, so there weren’t too many bugs. We were tired from the flight and subsequent drive, so Holly and I only stayed up long enough to introduce me and chat for a short while.
I liked her parents immediately. They were an attractive couple, not even in their forties. Holly had told me before that her parents had her when they were young, but I guess I didn’t expect them to be so youthful. Her mother came off as a pretentious snob, but once I actually talked to her, I realised that it was just the way she spoke and carried herself; she was hilarious and easy-going. Holly’s father was the kind of person that could make friends without trying. He had a subtle, but an obscure sense of humour that I picked up on immediately. He was just as easy-going as his wife, but I could feel the ruthlessness hiding underneath. I could tell from the start that he knew how to get things his way. After all, he’d become a millionaire before his fortieth birthday. I would have loved to stay up and chat with them, but Holly and I were both yawning. It was barely 11 o’clock when Abby, Holly’s mom, herded us upstairs to the bedroom that we were going to share.
Friday night wasn’t bad. It was warm, but I fell asleep as soon as my head hit the pillow.
Holly was still sleeping when I woke up at 10:30. I put on my glasses and shuffled downstairs to find the source of the wonderful smell of breakfast. When I reached the bottom of the stairs, I turned toward the kitchen and stopped dead in my tracks!
The stairs were on the other side of the living room from the kitchen, but the line of sight was uninterrupted. Holly’s parents were just inside the kitchen, and they were fucking! They were both turned away from me, Abby bent over the kitchen island with one foot up on a stool while Kyle thrust into her from behind! So they didn’t notice me. At first, I was turned on by-the-sight. The only sound I could hear was the soft clapping of their bodies as he drove up into her body. Then I remembered who these people were and rushed back upstairs!
I woke Holly and told her what I had seen. To my surprise, she just blushed and apologised for them. Apparently, Kyle and Abby had a hard time keeping their hands off each other, much to Holly’s disgust and obvious embarrassment.
I asked her how often was “often” and she just said, “Oh, at least three times a day!”
I must have had quite the look on my face because Holly giggled.
“Do they always do it… out in the open like that?” I asked, still trying to wrap my mind around the idea of knowing her parents fucked three times a day. I couldn’t even imagine my parents doing it at all; they’re both well into their fifties.
“No, they usually excuse themselves. Or I’ll just catch one of them coming out of their bedroom wearing a stupid grin.”
“What do you do if you catch them…” I couldn’t bring myself to say fucking “…on the couch or something.”
“I usually just leave them to it. They’re usually pretty quick about it.”
“That’s crazy, Holly.”
She shrugged. “I’m used to it. It’s just embarrassing when they do it in front of my friends. I hope they didn’t creep you out or anything.”
“Nah, it just… I’m not used to seeing that kind of thing. My parents aren’t exactly the most affectionate couple.”
She smiled and went into the bathroom. When she was done, we both went downstairs. To my relief, they weren’t in the kitchen anymore. We found some scrambled eggs, bacon, and fruit salad in the refrigerator, so we got some breakfast and took it out on the deck. Holly’s parents were out there, reading newspapers.
“Good morning,” Abby said to us over the rims of her sunglasses.
I couldn’t get the thought of them making love out of my head. Nor could I avoid looking at them again from a different perspective. Holly’s mom was in incredible physical condition; she was slender and well toned, her hair was long and golden, and her skin was a healthy bronze. If I didn’t know any better, I’d have guessed her to be in her mid- to upper-twenties, instead of pushing forty. Kyle sat in the chair on the opposite side of the patio table. He was shirtless and the same shade of brown as his wife. His shoulders and arms were strong and well defined, and when he turned the page of his paper with a smile at us, I got to see his sculpted chest and stomach. I felt a tightening deep down in belly but forced myself to stay calm. They were Holly’s parents, for crying out loud.
Holly’s mum and dad told us about the plans they had for the day. We were going to take the boat out and relax. Then when the sun went down, we’d drift on over to their neighbour’s villa at the other side of the bay where there was going to be a BBQ and party.
I won’t go into any of that because nothing of consequence happened. We went out on the boat and had a great time. We talked a lot, played about a lot, went swimming, and Holly and I went hot-tubing. When the sun went down, we went to the neighbour’s villa! There were dozens of people there. No one else was our age, so Holly and I just hung out with her parents and the few people they knew. The food was excellent, the company was entertaining, and the beer never stopped flowing. None of us was drunk, so we had no problems getting back to Holly’s parent’s villa.
I hadn’t noticed the heat that day because we’d been out on the water; the breeze and the sea kept it tolerant, if not pleasant. But when we got back to the villa, the air was stagnant and oppressive. I took a refreshing shower and put on my lightest pyjamas: silk boxers and a light cotton camisole.
I slept fitfully for a few hours. I’d thrown off the sheet, and the ceiling fan helped a little bit, but it was just getting worse. I was coated in a sheen of sweat, and to my dismay, the moist heat was making me horny. The nightlight in the hallway didn’t give off much light, but it was enough to make my damp skin shine, and my stiff nipples cast a long shadow. I had such a strong urge to pull the sheet up to my waist and slip my hand into my boxers, but Holly was sleeping six feet away, and I’ve never been good at keeping quiet during a climax!
I lay on my back, my hands forced to stay at my sides, and tried to go back to sleep. The heat was too much. I couldn’t stay still for long, and every time I moved I was aware of the slipperiness between my legs. My thoughts kept drifting back to the scene I’d witnessed, the sound of Kyle and Abby’s slapping bodies was loud even despite the chirping crickets outside. My will-power was crumbling quickly, and I was consumed with desire.
I realised then that the sound of slapping bodies wasn’t in my mind. I heard a faint, rhythmic sound, and it wasn’t coming from my head. I listened carefully as it grew louder, and soon the sound was unmistakable; it was the squeak of a bed frame. The image of Holly’s parents fucking at the kitchen island vanished, replaced by Abby’s sweaty body bouncing up and down on her husband’s cock!
I couldn’t stand it.
I got out of bed and went downstairs to find some ice cream or something cold to drink; I had to cool off before I melted. To my relief, the horny sound of lovemaking was inaudible from the kitchen. I stood with the freezer door open for a while, letting the cold air wash over me. The sweat on my skin made it even more refreshing.
I yelped at the sound of the voice. It was Kyle. He was leaning against the doorway, arms crossed over his smooth, bare chest. All he was wearing was a pair of tiny briefs and a sleepy smile. I quickly scanned his body, disregarding the rational half of my brain, and I almost groaned aloud when I saw his bulge!
“Oh, no. It’s too hot. I came down to find something to cool me off.”
I couldn’t take my eyes off his obviously hard penis pressing against the thin fabric of his teeny briefs! He must have just finished fucking his wife, and here he was with a growing erection already.!
Feeling flustered, I reached into the freezer and grabbed the first thing that felt like an ice cream container. I held it to my chest like armour, unaware of the effect the freezer’s cold air was having on my nipples.
“Let me get that,” he said and pushed off the wall with the grace of a cat, a large, predatory cat! He took the container of ice cream from me with that same sleepy smile. But from such close proximity, I saw that it wasn’t a sleepy smile at all! There was nothing weary about the look in Kyle’s eyes!
Only until he’d turned from me and walked over to the counter was I able to move. I took a seat at the island without thinking. Once I realised where I was, the picture of Kyle and Abby fucking flooded back fully!
“Heat getting to you?” he asked as he scooped the ice cream into two bowls.
I watched the muscles in his shoulders ripple and flow, which only served to vivify the vision of his thrusting hips as he drove his cock into Abbey’s pussy!
“Yeah. I’m not used to such humidity.” My voice was weak and soft. As I went back to thinking about Kyle’s buttocks clenching and relaxing with each thrust into his wife’s sex.
“That’s right, you’ve been living in the Sudan, haven’t you?”
I nodded but quickly realised he wasn’t looking at me.
“Yeah,” I said quickly. “I really appreciate you letting me come and stay with you. You have a really nice place.” I felt like an immature twit as I was speaking, but I couldn’t stop. My mind was racing, flashing images of sweaty bodies colliding, firm breasts bouncing, strong hands squeezing buttocks.
“You’re welcome,” he said with that damn smile as he set a bowl in front of me. “We’ve let Holly bring a friend every summer since she was eight, so she doesn’t have to hang out with her boring parents.”
Kyle brought his bowl over and sat next to me; since I’d chosen the middle of three stools, he didn’t have many options. It brought him very close, and his scent tickled my nose. I could still see the bulge in his boxers.
“You and Abby aren’t boring,” I said, my brain mostly on cruise control by then. “I’ve had a great time so far!”
“Good,” he said, smiling into his ice cream. “But we’re still parents. I try my best to be Holly’s friend, but I think teenagers have a circuit wired in their brain that makes them automatically resent their parents.”
I’m almost twenty, I said silently to myself as if to justify my blossoming attraction to this man.
“I wish I had parents like you guys. I wouldn’t mind spending time with you at all.”
I looked at him with what I thought was an innocent smile, but the look in his eye only got brighter. And was his bulge more prominent and the head of his cock was becoming visible peeking out from the loose elastic that was not doing a great job at holding the briefs tight to his body!
The ache between my legs was palpable as I twisted and I squirmed in my seat!
Before I realised what was happening, his handsome face was getting closer. His eyes held mine. I couldn’t look away. When his lips touched mine, I was able to close my eyes and bask in the surprising softness of his lips. I felt the desire and passion building inside me, bubbling and expanding until it would consume me!
He broke the kiss after just a moment and leaned back. Our eyes locked again, and though no words were spoken, we knew exactly what the other wanted. The ice cream had served to cool me down a little, but now my body was aflame with need!
The second kiss was hard and rough, filled with the passion hinted at in the first. His tongue delicately parted my lips, but when I met it with my own, he exerted his strength and desire. I nearly fell off my stool, but his hands on my waist held me in place!
“We really shouldn’t do this,” I said between kisses as I explored the chiselled muscles of his chest and shoulders. “What if your wife finds out?”
“You’re right,” he said and leaned back from me.
I felt an emptiness without his lips on mine, and I was a little frightened by it. I hadn’t meant to ruin this; I just wanted to make sure he knew what he was getting into. Then he smiled and leaned in again.
“She’d be very jealous!”
Then his lips were on mine again, and everything was alright!
When his hands started lifting my camisole, I didn’t stop him. It felt good to have it off; the heat was still oppressive, but I was finding it simpler to ignore it. As he slowly revealed my breasts, I heard a soft moan, and I didn’t know if it came from him or me. His fingers were delicate and methodical. I would have loved to just lie back and let this erotic man explore every inch of my body, but the latent heat in the air made me very impatient!
I reached down and found him hard erect, and half his shaft poked out from the band of his briefs! He was thick and long, the head of this magnificent cock was purple and swollen. I could feel his own heat radiating from the organ, and I knew it was the only thing that would be able to quench my own desire!
With just a few strokes of my hand pre-cum oozed from the tiny entrance to his urethra. His briefs had now slid down to the base of his monster cock and now just covered his balls! He moaned as my thumb toyed with his cum spot!
With my mouth still locked on his, I tugged the briefs off his ball sack, and they slid to his ankles as I continued to wank his fucking gorgeous manhood! Gripping his shaft tightly, I pulled him toward me. I spread my legs as much as I could and guided his smooth, velvety head along my silky inner thigh!
The touch of his hot cock sent a shock wave through me. Standing now in front of me, I was able to wrap my legs around him and guide him inside my shorts. I pulled the cotton aside and brushed him against my damp folds of my labia. It made me shudder, but I wasted no time. I moaned into his mouth as I rubbed the head of his cock up and down the length of my hungry, wet pussy. I wanted him so badly, needed him so terribly, that when he pulled away, I whimpered. When I realised he was trying to take my boxers off, I smiled and obliged!
He needed very little guidance this time. His dick was hard and reaching for me. In one movement he lifted me I felt the head press against my sex, then slipped upward to grind against my clit. I had to bury my yelp in his shoulder as I trembled under the wave of perfect pleasure. It felt incredible. Maybe another time I’d let him do that for hours. But I was in desperate shape at that point; I needed to feel him inside me.
He pressed against my now swollen labia which opened like the petals of a flower to invite him in! I felt the head of his cock press between the lips of my inner labia, as he slowly entered me with maddening patience!
I looked down and gasped at how thick he looked. He pressed in a couple inches, then eased back. He was as hairless as I was, and I was surprised to find it so erotic, all this naked skin rubbing together, slick with passion, desire, and carnality!
Kyle felt more massive than he looked, especially when he was buried deep inside me. He started slowly, easing out until only the head of his thick-veined penis remained between my lips, then glided back in until I was filled. After a few test strokes, he stayed deep without moving. Our lips met again, and I couldn’t express enough passion in my kiss!
His hands were on my breasts when he began twitching and throbbing within me. I was so tightly strung I could feel my body riding the precipice already. The sensations he was invoking stole my breath. He moved faster and faster, gripping my backside for leverage, using the entire length of his shaft to drive me to the brink of my tolerance!
When his thumb pressed against my clit, I shattered. I screamed into his shoulder again as the waves crashed over me, making my body tremble and clench around him!
The pleasure consumed me, and I was lost in ecstasy. Too soon, though, it faded and left me gasping. He was still thrusting into me, but delicately now. I could see my own pleasure reflected in his face. I kissed him again before carefully backing off his glorious gland. I reached over and ate a spoonful of ice cream!
As if in a haze, I slid off the stool and knelt on the kitchen floor. I took him in my hand, still trembling from the aftershocks of my orgasm, and stroked him slowly. Kyle was still rock hard, throbbing with every heartbeat, the light over the stove glistening in the fluids that coated his cock. I plunged him into my cold mouth without warning and delighted in the loud moan that issued from deep in his lungs. I felt him tighten in my mouth so I sucked as hard as I could, swirling my tongue around the swollen head. My hand quickened, and a second later I felt his hand on the back of my head. He began thrusting into my mouth, and after just a few more strokes, he grunted. A second later I felt his hot spunk on my tongue, and I swallowed it hungrily. He didn’t have much since he’d just finished fucking his wife, but the taste was strong and intoxicating!
When he was done, I licked him clean and stood up. Panting heavily, he pulled me to him and kissed me.
“We should get back to bed,” I said, gently pushing him away.
“Yeah, we should,” he echoed. “Thank you.”
I just smiled at him as I put my shorts back on, and then went upstairs. My legs ached, and I was still breathing heavily as I got into bed. It didn’t feel so stifling in our bedroom. I lay in bed with the sheet pulled up to my breasts and the last thought before I drifted into a deep, restful sleep was how I was going to seduce Holly’s mom!
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