Part One – First Night in New Zealand.
Hi, from Mega,
Some months after we returned to India, Brian and I were talking about our trip to Australia. By then many of the stories were being published and Amita was sending us new additions to our volumes almost every week. It was fun to read about what we had done at the resort. Once the resort stories were finished, they began on the New Zealand ones. Unfortunately, Brian and I didn’t get the chance to go on to New Zealand, we needed to get back to India for our business, but I had heard some of what they did.
One day Brian came home with another packet containing the latest updates. There were two stories for us to add. The first was written by our friend from New Zealand, Mike. His story, (Story 109 Fun in the Sand Dunes) told us about a visit to the location of one of the very early stories (Letter 19 First Time Skinny Dipping.) The second story, told by his wife Shanti, was about horse riding topless on a public beach, (Story 110 Topless Horse Riding.)
We had just finished reading them when Brian asked me, “Mega, would you go topless like that?”
“I did more than that at the resort.”
“No, I mean on a public beach like that.”
While to me it didn’t seem any worse than the resort, I suppose that on that beach other people may have seen them. Not that I'd think they would have worried too much. After all, they were only topless.
“Yes, I might,” I replied. “I’d need to see where it was first.”
“I’d like to see you do it,” he laughed.
“Don't you think I would?”
“No,” He replied. “I said I would like to see you do it.”
“Oh!” I said as I suddenly realised what he was saying.
“I wish we’d gone to New Zealand. Then I could have shown you.”
“So do I, Mega. So do I,” he said, his voice a bit sad. “Think it was a mistake not going.”
Some months after we returned to India, Brian and I were talking about our trip to Australia. By then many of the stories were being published and Amita was sending us new additions to our volumes almost every week. It was fun to read about what we had done at the resort. Once the resort stories were finished, they began on the New Zealand ones. Unfortunately, Brian and I didn’t get the chance to go on to New Zealand, we needed to get back to India for our business, but I had heard some of what they did.
One day Brian came home with another packet containing the latest updates. There were two stories for us to add. The first was written by our friend from New Zealand, Mike. His story, (Story 109 Fun in the Sand Dunes) told us about a visit to the location of one of the very early stories (Letter 19 First Time Skinny Dipping.) The second story, told by his wife Shanti, was about horse riding topless on a public beach, (Story 110 Topless Horse Riding.)
We had just finished reading them when Brian asked me, “Mega, would you go topless like that?”
“I did more than that at the resort.”
“No, I mean on a public beach like that.”
While to me it didn’t seem any worse than the resort, I suppose that on that beach other people may have seen them. Not that I'd think they would have worried too much. After all, they were only topless.
“Yes, I might,” I replied. “I’d need to see where it was first.”
“I’d like to see you do it,” he laughed.
“Don't you think I would?”
“No,” He replied. “I said I would like to see you do it.”
“Oh!” I said as I suddenly realised what he was saying.
“I wish we’d gone to New Zealand. Then I could have shown you.”
“So do I, Mega. So do I,” he said, his voice a bit sad. “Think it was a mistake not going.”
That is how things were left. We had no money for any more trips. That last trip to Australia had made a big dent in our savings, even with some help from Sarvesh. Later when I checked prices on the internet I discovered that airfares were a lot higher than Sarvesh had asked us to pay him when he booked.
I asked Amita about it and she just smiled.
“How much do we owe you?”
“Nothing,” she replied.
“But I know it cost more than we paid.”
“Mega, you paid enough.”
I tried to say more but she put up her hand as her face hardened, making it clear the conversation was over. I know better than to push things further with her. Amita comes over as a very gentle lady but don’t mess with her!
All I could say was, “Thank you, Amita.”
“You are welcome,” she replied, her smile returning again.
I asked Amita about it and she just smiled.
“How much do we owe you?”
“Nothing,” she replied.
“But I know it cost more than we paid.”
“Mega, you paid enough.”
I tried to say more but she put up her hand as her face hardened, making it clear the conversation was over. I know better than to push things further with her. Amita comes over as a very gentle lady but don’t mess with her!
All I could say was, “Thank you, Amita.”
“You are welcome,” she replied, her smile returning again.
Some months later the news came that my favourite Uncle had died. Of course, I travelled by train with my mother to visit our family there. I stayed there for the funeral and then another couple of weeks. We were just about to leave when my Auntie took me aside.
“Mega, I want to tell you that Uncle has left something in his will for you.”
She would not explain what it was. I had a feeling that she might not have known herself. She sent me to visit a man in the town who was managing the estate and winding up my Uncle's affairs. It was there that I learnt we suddenly had a lot of money left to us.
Back home I was talking to Amita and Hansini one day and I told them what I had received from the will. I also asked if Sarvesh would mind helping us to invest the money. The outcome of this was that Brian and I sat down with Sarvesh and Amita one evening to discuss our money matters. It was worked out that some would be invested; more would be invested in the exporting business, leaving us with some for spending.
“What will you do with the rest?” Amita asked.
“I don’t know,” I said. “Maybe save it until we need it.”
“Why don’t you go on a holiday?”
“We’ve been on a holiday. We went to Australia.”
“Yes I know Mega,” she replied. “But you didn’t go to New Zealand.”
“To New Zealand?” I said a bit surprised.
“Yes. You have some friends there now. Go and visit them. I know you both wished that you had gone with us.”
It was a good idea but how did Amita know that both Brian and I regretted not going to New Zealand? As the four of us talked the idea began to grow on me. I really like the way my husband Brian had stepped back and allowed me to be involved in deciding what we would do with 'my money.' I saw it as 'our' money but he insisted that I should be fully involved in what we did with it. Now both Sarvesh and Amita suggesting we take a trip to New Zealand. I looked over at Brian and realised he was keen to take this trip. I must admit I was too. So I agreed that we should make this trip.
“Mega, I want to tell you that Uncle has left something in his will for you.”
She would not explain what it was. I had a feeling that she might not have known herself. She sent me to visit a man in the town who was managing the estate and winding up my Uncle's affairs. It was there that I learnt we suddenly had a lot of money left to us.
Back home I was talking to Amita and Hansini one day and I told them what I had received from the will. I also asked if Sarvesh would mind helping us to invest the money. The outcome of this was that Brian and I sat down with Sarvesh and Amita one evening to discuss our money matters. It was worked out that some would be invested; more would be invested in the exporting business, leaving us with some for spending.
“What will you do with the rest?” Amita asked.
“I don’t know,” I said. “Maybe save it until we need it.”
“Why don’t you go on a holiday?”
“We’ve been on a holiday. We went to Australia.”
“Yes I know Mega,” she replied. “But you didn’t go to New Zealand.”
“To New Zealand?” I said a bit surprised.
“Yes. You have some friends there now. Go and visit them. I know you both wished that you had gone with us.”
It was a good idea but how did Amita know that both Brian and I regretted not going to New Zealand? As the four of us talked the idea began to grow on me. I really like the way my husband Brian had stepped back and allowed me to be involved in deciding what we would do with 'my money.' I saw it as 'our' money but he insisted that I should be fully involved in what we did with it. Now both Sarvesh and Amita suggesting we take a trip to New Zealand. I looked over at Brian and realised he was keen to take this trip. I must admit I was too. So I agreed that we should make this trip.
Well, things moved fast. A couple of calls to New Zealand confirmed they wanted us to come. I believe Jenny stood up to Shanti and insisted that we stay with her and Peter. That was fine as Brian and I get on well with them.
Sarvesh offered to arrange the trip. I believe in the end Katrina actually did it. Thanks, both of you. I told him we must pay the full amount this time.
“Of course,” was his reply.
The fares seemed to be very good again and I asked him why. Neither he nor Katrina will admit how much they actually were so, in the end, we paid what they asked us.
Sarvesh offered to arrange the trip. I believe in the end Katrina actually did it. Thanks, both of you. I told him we must pay the full amount this time.
“Of course,” was his reply.
The fares seemed to be very good again and I asked him why. Neither he nor Katrina will admit how much they actually were so, in the end, we paid what they asked us.
The few weeks rushed away and soon we were on our way to New Zealand.
I will not describe the trip as that’s been covered in other stories about travelling other than saying we didn't stop over in Singapore but rather went straight on a second flight to Auckland. After a good flight, we found ourselves on final approach to the Auckland International Airport. I looked out the window and saw the City of Auckland below us. A tight, right-hand turn and we were on our final flight path. Moments later we were on the runway.
Shanti and Jenny were there with a van to meet us. Soon we were driving through the streets of Auckland on our way to Peter and Jenny’s house, where we would be staying. Auckland looked very much like some of the Australian cities we had seen. Very spread out with a core of high buildings at the centre.
Soon we turned into a small side road, then up a very short, steep driveway to park in front of this lovely house. It was beautiful, all made of bricks with flower gardens in front. The upper story was where they lived while the lower story was where they kept their cars.
We went up to the house and they offered us some food. A bit later, Shanti left in her own car to go home. It seems all the women had their own cars in New Zealand. I went to have a rest after our long fight. Brian was with me when I went to sleep but gone when I woke up. He said he wanted to stay awake as much as he could. I found him and Jenny sitting at the dining table talking.
I heard a car and Jenny said that was Peter. I went to meet him as he came up the stairs.
“Mega!” he said, as he saw me.
He came towards me, his arms wrapped around me in a powerful hug that swept my feet off the floor. I didn’t mind him hugging me like that, my breasts pressed against his chest. I think actually I liked it. Then he put me back on to the floor. Still hugging me he looked down at me. His face came down and we kissed. To my surprise, it became a sexy tongue kissing too.
Then Jenny’s voice says, “Come on, you too. Let’s save the orgy until later.”
I giggled as we parted and he let me go.
I looked at Brian to see what he thought of what had happened. He was smiling so I guess he was OK with it. Anyway, it wasn't much worse than the squeeze he gave Jenny's bum when they hugged at the airport. I still can't believe he did that. Surely many people must have seen that.
I will not describe the trip as that’s been covered in other stories about travelling other than saying we didn't stop over in Singapore but rather went straight on a second flight to Auckland. After a good flight, we found ourselves on final approach to the Auckland International Airport. I looked out the window and saw the City of Auckland below us. A tight, right-hand turn and we were on our final flight path. Moments later we were on the runway.
Shanti and Jenny were there with a van to meet us. Soon we were driving through the streets of Auckland on our way to Peter and Jenny’s house, where we would be staying. Auckland looked very much like some of the Australian cities we had seen. Very spread out with a core of high buildings at the centre.
Soon we turned into a small side road, then up a very short, steep driveway to park in front of this lovely house. It was beautiful, all made of bricks with flower gardens in front. The upper story was where they lived while the lower story was where they kept their cars.
We went up to the house and they offered us some food. A bit later, Shanti left in her own car to go home. It seems all the women had their own cars in New Zealand. I went to have a rest after our long fight. Brian was with me when I went to sleep but gone when I woke up. He said he wanted to stay awake as much as he could. I found him and Jenny sitting at the dining table talking.
I heard a car and Jenny said that was Peter. I went to meet him as he came up the stairs.
“Mega!” he said, as he saw me.
He came towards me, his arms wrapped around me in a powerful hug that swept my feet off the floor. I didn’t mind him hugging me like that, my breasts pressed against his chest. I think actually I liked it. Then he put me back on to the floor. Still hugging me he looked down at me. His face came down and we kissed. To my surprise, it became a sexy tongue kissing too.
Then Jenny’s voice says, “Come on, you too. Let’s save the orgy until later.”
I giggled as we parted and he let me go.
I looked at Brian to see what he thought of what had happened. He was smiling so I guess he was OK with it. Anyway, it wasn't much worse than the squeeze he gave Jenny's bum when they hugged at the airport. I still can't believe he did that. Surely many people must have seen that.
They took us out to dinner at a small restaurant nearby. Shanti and Mike met us there too. It surprised me a bit how Peter sat close next to me. Some might say a bit too close, but I was ok with it. I was beginning to get an idea of where this evening might be going.
When we went to get back in the car, Jenny got in to drive and to my surprise, my husband Brian was sitting next to her. That left me to get in the back seat with Peter. I wondered for a moment if this had been pre-arranged but soon I had other things to think of.
The car had hardly started when he was on to me. His hands going straight to my breasts, he leaned over to kiss me and neck me. I must be honest and say his attentions were welcome and soon I was responding back to him. Soon our hands were all over each other and clothing was being opened. I knew Jenny was watching us in her mirror but I didn’t care.
When we got home as we got out Brian noticed the state of my clothes. My blouse was undone and my bra was pulled down.
“What? You two started already?” he asked.
Well, the way I was displaying my nipple like that, it was obvious something had been going on. I wondered why they didn't notice the zipper of Peter's jeans pulled down too.
“Yes Brian,” Jenny said. “I’ve been watching them in the mirror. Been going at it since the restaurant.”
He smiled at me then turned to her, grabbing her in a hug. “Well then, we’ve got some catching up to do, Jenny.”
“I think so,” she agreed. “We better hurry up then.” Happy to return his embrace. And yes, that hand was squeezing her bum again. Men, they can't help themselves, can they? It must be noted that it wasn't long before my bum was getting squeezed too, as Peter hugged me.
When we went to get back in the car, Jenny got in to drive and to my surprise, my husband Brian was sitting next to her. That left me to get in the back seat with Peter. I wondered for a moment if this had been pre-arranged but soon I had other things to think of.
The car had hardly started when he was on to me. His hands going straight to my breasts, he leaned over to kiss me and neck me. I must be honest and say his attentions were welcome and soon I was responding back to him. Soon our hands were all over each other and clothing was being opened. I knew Jenny was watching us in her mirror but I didn’t care.
When we got home as we got out Brian noticed the state of my clothes. My blouse was undone and my bra was pulled down.
“What? You two started already?” he asked.
Well, the way I was displaying my nipple like that, it was obvious something had been going on. I wondered why they didn't notice the zipper of Peter's jeans pulled down too.
“Yes Brian,” Jenny said. “I’ve been watching them in the mirror. Been going at it since the restaurant.”
He smiled at me then turned to her, grabbing her in a hug. “Well then, we’ve got some catching up to do, Jenny.”
“I think so,” she agreed. “We better hurry up then.” Happy to return his embrace. And yes, that hand was squeezing her bum again. Men, they can't help themselves, can they? It must be noted that it wasn't long before my bum was getting squeezed too, as Peter hugged me.
It wasn’t very late but I thought we were ready for the bed. It had been arranged for us to have a room near the back of the house with a lovely soft bed. I was interested in trying it but it turned out I wouldn’t until the following evening. Jenny was visiting Brian there, meaning I was with Peter in the master bedroom in the front above the garage.
He took my hand and pulled me towards the master bedroom. I hesitated as I wanted things from my bags first.
“Come on Mega,” he said.
“I need my things.”
“What things?”
“Something to sleep in.”
“Don’t need it. You’re sleeping naked tonight Mega.”
“Clothes for the morning.”
“Get them later.”
“What about my toilet things?”
“You don't need anything. You are beautiful, as you are now,” he replied.
“But I need my toothbrush and hairbrush.”
Finally, he agreed. “Ok, just those. But hurry up!”
I turned to him and put my arms around him.
“Why the big hurry. We have all night.”
Don’t know if I could have stayed up all night but it must have sounded good to him because he let me go.
I went into the other bedroom and there was Jenny down to just her panties with my husband’s lips attached to her nipple. They certainly weren’t messing around, now they were ahead of Peter and me. They both looked up as I entered. Maybe a bit surprised, as I just walked in, and didn’t think to knock.
“Just getting some things,” I explained.
I must admit there was a tiny bit funny coming in and catching what my husband was up to with another woman. They were watching me rushing around to get some clothes and things together when Peter entered the room.
“What is this?”
“Just getting some things.”
“Enough things,” he said walking up to me.
He grabbed me but as he picked me up, the clothes I was holding fell to the floor. He turned to leave, with me over his shoulder.
“Peter,” I protested. “Put me down!”
“You said, just your toothbrush.”
I struggled and his free hand came up to give me a sharp slap on my bum. I knew my short skirt had pulled up so my panties must have been showing too.
I protested and slapped his back but he didn’t seem to feel it much until he ordered me to behave myself, slapping my bum again.
“Get her out of here,” I heard Brian say as we left the room.
“See, even your husband doesn't want you here,“ Peter told me.
I ended up with nothing! We went into the master bedroom before he put me down. I looked around, my clothes in the other room suddenly forgotten. This room was beautiful. It looked like something you see and dream about in the magazines. The colours were light violet walls set against the deep purple of the window drapes.
Over the headboard was a painting of Jenny. It was huge, almost life-size. She was nude lay partly on her side, partly supported by her arm, displaying the natural beauty of her body. Wow! That looked so impressive. I wondered who painted it and got to see her naked body.
Then I noticed the bed itself. It was massive, the bed cover having the face of a tiger that took up almost the whole width. What seemed unusual, were the padded edges around the mattress. I went closer and sat down on the edge so I could reach the bed itself. When I touched it, the surface wobbled like liquid. I suddenly realised what it was. A water-bed!
At almost the same time Peter said, “Yes, it’s a water bed, Mega. You get to try one tonight.”
I pressed the surface again, harder this time and it wobbled again.
He took my hand and pulled me up to hold me.
“Tonight, we will have a shower together first, then I’ll show you what sex on a waterbed is like.”
He took my hand and pulled me towards the master bedroom. I hesitated as I wanted things from my bags first.
“Come on Mega,” he said.
“I need my things.”
“What things?”
“Something to sleep in.”
“Don’t need it. You’re sleeping naked tonight Mega.”
“Clothes for the morning.”
“Get them later.”
“What about my toilet things?”
“You don't need anything. You are beautiful, as you are now,” he replied.
“But I need my toothbrush and hairbrush.”
Finally, he agreed. “Ok, just those. But hurry up!”
I turned to him and put my arms around him.
“Why the big hurry. We have all night.”
Don’t know if I could have stayed up all night but it must have sounded good to him because he let me go.
I went into the other bedroom and there was Jenny down to just her panties with my husband’s lips attached to her nipple. They certainly weren’t messing around, now they were ahead of Peter and me. They both looked up as I entered. Maybe a bit surprised, as I just walked in, and didn’t think to knock.
“Just getting some things,” I explained.
I must admit there was a tiny bit funny coming in and catching what my husband was up to with another woman. They were watching me rushing around to get some clothes and things together when Peter entered the room.
“What is this?”
“Just getting some things.”
“Enough things,” he said walking up to me.
He grabbed me but as he picked me up, the clothes I was holding fell to the floor. He turned to leave, with me over his shoulder.
“Peter,” I protested. “Put me down!”
“You said, just your toothbrush.”
I struggled and his free hand came up to give me a sharp slap on my bum. I knew my short skirt had pulled up so my panties must have been showing too.
I protested and slapped his back but he didn’t seem to feel it much until he ordered me to behave myself, slapping my bum again.
“Get her out of here,” I heard Brian say as we left the room.
“See, even your husband doesn't want you here,“ Peter told me.
I ended up with nothing! We went into the master bedroom before he put me down. I looked around, my clothes in the other room suddenly forgotten. This room was beautiful. It looked like something you see and dream about in the magazines. The colours were light violet walls set against the deep purple of the window drapes.
Over the headboard was a painting of Jenny. It was huge, almost life-size. She was nude lay partly on her side, partly supported by her arm, displaying the natural beauty of her body. Wow! That looked so impressive. I wondered who painted it and got to see her naked body.
Then I noticed the bed itself. It was massive, the bed cover having the face of a tiger that took up almost the whole width. What seemed unusual, were the padded edges around the mattress. I went closer and sat down on the edge so I could reach the bed itself. When I touched it, the surface wobbled like liquid. I suddenly realised what it was. A water-bed!
At almost the same time Peter said, “Yes, it’s a water bed, Mega. You get to try one tonight.”
I pressed the surface again, harder this time and it wobbled again.
He took my hand and pulled me up to hold me.
“Tonight, we will have a shower together first, then I’ll show you what sex on a waterbed is like.”
I had taken a shower before going out but I was OK with another one with him. He soon had my clothes off, taking them and folding them neatly as he did. That was a surprise, a man doing that. Once I was naked, I turned and quickly had him the same.
It was nice under the water, feeling him rubbing soap all over me. It was nice feeling him touch me, his touches heightening my desire for the love games that were coming. I liked the way he did my breasts, first holding and touching the body of the breast to find the crowning nipple. I felt his fingers there, my nipples were so hard by then.
When we came out of the shower, the air felt cold against my naked body. I wrapped a towel around myself, since that was all I had, and followed him into the bedroom. He pulled back the bed cover and I went to get in.
I wasn’t sure how to get on but he quickly showed me. The bed moved under me as I moved. I slipped under the covers and sunk down into the soft warmness of the bed. That was another pleasant surprise. This bed was lovely and warm. It seems they keep it warm all the time.
I moved over in the bed to allow him to slip in beside me, and then when I rolled on my side to face him. This was it; this is the moment I’d been waiting for since long before we had left India; to be with Peter again. I had enjoyed love-making with him at the resort and we’d been together on three different occasions. He was no stranger to me now.
He moved towards me as our lips and bodies met. I felt him press against me as my body fell back, his body moving forward, partly over mine. I felt a hand move to my free breast while his tongue pressed against my lips. I wanted that, in fact, I wanted both; him kissing me and him touching me. My nipples were still erect from the shower so his touch felt good, tightening them even more.
Then he broke the kiss, his head, his lips, moving sideways to my ear. Soon he was taking little nibbles at my ear. You won’t believe how much I love that. After a moment he moved on, down my cheek and onto my neck. Here he again took small nibbles, then sucking at my skin. For a moment I wondered if there would be a love-mark in the morning. Then I didn’t care if there was, it felt so good. My eyes were now closed, and I gave a moan from the pleasure he was giving me.
But things were progressing further. He was moving lower now. Tongue tracing a line down my neck then further down to the swelling mounds of my left breast. He was climbing to reach its peak. I knew where he was going now. I knew it would be amazing feelings for me. In my anticipation, I let out another soft moan. Then he had arrived. My nipple had been discovered by his tongue.
I wasn’t disappointed by these feelings too. They were outstanding in their strength. So good for me, so powerful for me. First, he licked over my erected nipple, then wrapped the tongue around it too. I felt his lips slide over and my nipple became within his mouth. Oh if the feelings were good before they were nothing to what was happening within my body now. His mouth had closed over me taking the whole nipple and as well some breast flesh into his mouth.
He began to suck. I could feel his sucking and pulling at me. Pulling at my nipple; pulling at the peak of my breast. Oh, it felt so good for me. My whole body was now focused on what was happening with my nipple. So amazing feelings crashing through my body. I was gasping for air, my head dizzy with the enjoyment of it.
Then something diverted my attention. There was a hand with his finger approaching my pussy. My legs knew what to do as they drifted open to allow him. I felt the fingers moving into and through my bushy forest then they had arrived.
A finger, just one single finger wiped down my pussy slot. My body trembled at this, his touch. But then it was joined by another as two fingers pulled back up. Again those powerful feelings hit me. My body shuddered with the pleasure. He began to working my pussy with his fingers first rubbing along the outside, then later his fingers pressing between my parted lips. I was slippery and wet inside and he sank deeper within me.
He had stopped doing to my breast and nipple now with his attentions on to my pussy. It was good being like that. It was building my excitement, getting me wetter and wetter, ready and ready for him. My breath was faster now, coming in gasps. As his finger dug into my pussy my pelvis was humping back at him.
Suddenly I knew I was ready for him. I could take no more waiting. I wanted him; wanted him now! My whole body needed his cock inside me. My hand went to his cock to check he was ready too. I needn’t have bothered as it was clear that he was. I pulled him to move over on top of me. His weight coming on mine caused my body to sink deeper into the soft warmth of the bed.
There was a moment, as I guided him to me then I felt his cock pressing against me. My lips were willing to open for him and I felt him sink into me. I love to feel that feeling, as a man first enters me. His hard cock pressing into me, filling me, as he does.
Now he began his moving, but for once in my life it was different. I’m used to the harder beds from India that give ridged support. But here within this bed, it was different. The bed was soft and gave away with each time he thrust into me. They came back, the back wave pressing me back up against him again. It was a funny motion to get used to, but soon I was to realise, very effective too.
His cock shaft was in contact with the flesh around my clitty. He was feeling it too as he began to increase in his power and speed. It was nice sex. Strong and exciting sex. I was enjoying very much.
Before long the feelings of orgasm were stirring within me. Deep down in my body feelings were awakening that I knew could only end in one thing – orgasm! He kept pumping into me, his cock driving in so deep, and his shaft rubbing against my clitty. Ever and ever more my feelings were building. The contact between us drives us forward to the moment of climax.
I love the feeling of a man’s body working against mine. It amazes me how strong they can be during the actions of sex. I held him, my arms wrapped around him. I could feel the muscles of his body moving and working under my touch. It was nice to enjoy that part of love-making with a man.
Now I knew I was on the final approach to my orgasm. The tensions in my body were building almost to bursting point. I knew this was going to be a big one. He kept going, his cock pressing into me with powerful strokes. I was moments away when I felt his cock give a massive jerk.
He was cumming, beaten me by moments because by then I was too far gone for it to matter if he stopped or kept going. My body tightened, my back arched as it hit me. The built-up tension was released in the flood of joy that raced through my body. As I expected, it was a good one. The powerful release left me lying there breathless in the lovely state of afterglow.
It seemed all he could do, was manage to roll off me onto his back, also breathless too.
We recovered and I knew we were both going to do it again.
It was nice under the water, feeling him rubbing soap all over me. It was nice feeling him touch me, his touches heightening my desire for the love games that were coming. I liked the way he did my breasts, first holding and touching the body of the breast to find the crowning nipple. I felt his fingers there, my nipples were so hard by then.
When we came out of the shower, the air felt cold against my naked body. I wrapped a towel around myself, since that was all I had, and followed him into the bedroom. He pulled back the bed cover and I went to get in.
I wasn’t sure how to get on but he quickly showed me. The bed moved under me as I moved. I slipped under the covers and sunk down into the soft warmness of the bed. That was another pleasant surprise. This bed was lovely and warm. It seems they keep it warm all the time.
I moved over in the bed to allow him to slip in beside me, and then when I rolled on my side to face him. This was it; this is the moment I’d been waiting for since long before we had left India; to be with Peter again. I had enjoyed love-making with him at the resort and we’d been together on three different occasions. He was no stranger to me now.
He moved towards me as our lips and bodies met. I felt him press against me as my body fell back, his body moving forward, partly over mine. I felt a hand move to my free breast while his tongue pressed against my lips. I wanted that, in fact, I wanted both; him kissing me and him touching me. My nipples were still erect from the shower so his touch felt good, tightening them even more.
Then he broke the kiss, his head, his lips, moving sideways to my ear. Soon he was taking little nibbles at my ear. You won’t believe how much I love that. After a moment he moved on, down my cheek and onto my neck. Here he again took small nibbles, then sucking at my skin. For a moment I wondered if there would be a love-mark in the morning. Then I didn’t care if there was, it felt so good. My eyes were now closed, and I gave a moan from the pleasure he was giving me.
But things were progressing further. He was moving lower now. Tongue tracing a line down my neck then further down to the swelling mounds of my left breast. He was climbing to reach its peak. I knew where he was going now. I knew it would be amazing feelings for me. In my anticipation, I let out another soft moan. Then he had arrived. My nipple had been discovered by his tongue.
I wasn’t disappointed by these feelings too. They were outstanding in their strength. So good for me, so powerful for me. First, he licked over my erected nipple, then wrapped the tongue around it too. I felt his lips slide over and my nipple became within his mouth. Oh if the feelings were good before they were nothing to what was happening within my body now. His mouth had closed over me taking the whole nipple and as well some breast flesh into his mouth.
He began to suck. I could feel his sucking and pulling at me. Pulling at my nipple; pulling at the peak of my breast. Oh, it felt so good for me. My whole body was now focused on what was happening with my nipple. So amazing feelings crashing through my body. I was gasping for air, my head dizzy with the enjoyment of it.
Then something diverted my attention. There was a hand with his finger approaching my pussy. My legs knew what to do as they drifted open to allow him. I felt the fingers moving into and through my bushy forest then they had arrived.
A finger, just one single finger wiped down my pussy slot. My body trembled at this, his touch. But then it was joined by another as two fingers pulled back up. Again those powerful feelings hit me. My body shuddered with the pleasure. He began to working my pussy with his fingers first rubbing along the outside, then later his fingers pressing between my parted lips. I was slippery and wet inside and he sank deeper within me.
He had stopped doing to my breast and nipple now with his attentions on to my pussy. It was good being like that. It was building my excitement, getting me wetter and wetter, ready and ready for him. My breath was faster now, coming in gasps. As his finger dug into my pussy my pelvis was humping back at him.
Suddenly I knew I was ready for him. I could take no more waiting. I wanted him; wanted him now! My whole body needed his cock inside me. My hand went to his cock to check he was ready too. I needn’t have bothered as it was clear that he was. I pulled him to move over on top of me. His weight coming on mine caused my body to sink deeper into the soft warmth of the bed.
There was a moment, as I guided him to me then I felt his cock pressing against me. My lips were willing to open for him and I felt him sink into me. I love to feel that feeling, as a man first enters me. His hard cock pressing into me, filling me, as he does.
Now he began his moving, but for once in my life it was different. I’m used to the harder beds from India that give ridged support. But here within this bed, it was different. The bed was soft and gave away with each time he thrust into me. They came back, the back wave pressing me back up against him again. It was a funny motion to get used to, but soon I was to realise, very effective too.
His cock shaft was in contact with the flesh around my clitty. He was feeling it too as he began to increase in his power and speed. It was nice sex. Strong and exciting sex. I was enjoying very much.
Before long the feelings of orgasm were stirring within me. Deep down in my body feelings were awakening that I knew could only end in one thing – orgasm! He kept pumping into me, his cock driving in so deep, and his shaft rubbing against my clitty. Ever and ever more my feelings were building. The contact between us drives us forward to the moment of climax.
I love the feeling of a man’s body working against mine. It amazes me how strong they can be during the actions of sex. I held him, my arms wrapped around him. I could feel the muscles of his body moving and working under my touch. It was nice to enjoy that part of love-making with a man.
Now I knew I was on the final approach to my orgasm. The tensions in my body were building almost to bursting point. I knew this was going to be a big one. He kept going, his cock pressing into me with powerful strokes. I was moments away when I felt his cock give a massive jerk.
He was cumming, beaten me by moments because by then I was too far gone for it to matter if he stopped or kept going. My body tightened, my back arched as it hit me. The built-up tension was released in the flood of joy that raced through my body. As I expected, it was a good one. The powerful release left me lying there breathless in the lovely state of afterglow.
It seemed all he could do, was manage to roll off me onto his back, also breathless too.
We recovered and I knew we were both going to do it again.
“This time I’m on top,” I told him.
“Sure,” he replied.
I felt it was a bit different a woman taking control in the bedroom. I do it with Brian but not that often. He usually tells me when he wants me to do the on-top positions. With Peter, it seemed like he was happy with me doing it in anyway I wanted.
I rolled over him so my legs were on either side of his body. I reached down to him, taking his cock with both hands. Rubbing him, getting him ready for me. It didn’t take him long, he responded quickly to me.
I like looking at Peter’s cock. It's pink when he gets hard not like my husband’s that goes almost black when erect. I noticed his foreskin was cut back too which gave his cock a different appearance too. The head never disappeared but could always be seen. When he was hard, his one wasn’t the biggest I’ve seen but had a beautiful shape with that slight upward curve that hits just the right places.
I felt I was ready too so I moved forward to take him inside. Getting him lined up was harder than I’d expected due to the wobbling of the bed. But finally, the head was knocking at the door and my pussy was only too willing to let him in.
Slowly I lower myself on to him feeling him drive deeper inside. I slightly shifted my weight, and the bed moved causing his body to rise. Opps, I got more than I was ready for, as I gave a gasp in surprise.
“You OK?” he asked.
“Yes!” I gasped, recovering. “Got it in too quick.”
He smiled and I gave a nervous giggle.
Now I began to move my hips. I was used to this position and my body, my hips knew how to move, but this didn’t work this time. The movement of the bed counted what I was doing. I made some changes and he explained a bit too. Finally, we got it right.
I was leaning forward over him now. The weight on my hands pressing them deeper into the bed so my breasts were almost over his face. He reached up for a nipple taking it into his mouth. I wasn’t expecting that and lost my timing for a moment. Then I was able to continue.
It was again good sex. The movement of my hips, combined with the rocking motion of the bed made it better too. Soon I was on the way, my orgasm building until it climaxed. A few more strokes and he followed me over.
It had been a good night of sex. I was pleased with it. I was also ready to sleep. It had been a very long day for me. I curled up against him. My naked body pressed into the warmth of the bed. It was so nice. For a moment I thought about us getting a bed like this until I realised it would be too hot in Southern India. That was when sleep overcame me and as I drifted off into contented bliss, I had a feeling like I was floating on a soft fluffy cloud.
“Sure,” he replied.
I felt it was a bit different a woman taking control in the bedroom. I do it with Brian but not that often. He usually tells me when he wants me to do the on-top positions. With Peter, it seemed like he was happy with me doing it in anyway I wanted.
I rolled over him so my legs were on either side of his body. I reached down to him, taking his cock with both hands. Rubbing him, getting him ready for me. It didn’t take him long, he responded quickly to me.
I like looking at Peter’s cock. It's pink when he gets hard not like my husband’s that goes almost black when erect. I noticed his foreskin was cut back too which gave his cock a different appearance too. The head never disappeared but could always be seen. When he was hard, his one wasn’t the biggest I’ve seen but had a beautiful shape with that slight upward curve that hits just the right places.
I felt I was ready too so I moved forward to take him inside. Getting him lined up was harder than I’d expected due to the wobbling of the bed. But finally, the head was knocking at the door and my pussy was only too willing to let him in.
Slowly I lower myself on to him feeling him drive deeper inside. I slightly shifted my weight, and the bed moved causing his body to rise. Opps, I got more than I was ready for, as I gave a gasp in surprise.
“You OK?” he asked.
“Yes!” I gasped, recovering. “Got it in too quick.”
He smiled and I gave a nervous giggle.
Now I began to move my hips. I was used to this position and my body, my hips knew how to move, but this didn’t work this time. The movement of the bed counted what I was doing. I made some changes and he explained a bit too. Finally, we got it right.
I was leaning forward over him now. The weight on my hands pressing them deeper into the bed so my breasts were almost over his face. He reached up for a nipple taking it into his mouth. I wasn’t expecting that and lost my timing for a moment. Then I was able to continue.
It was again good sex. The movement of my hips, combined with the rocking motion of the bed made it better too. Soon I was on the way, my orgasm building until it climaxed. A few more strokes and he followed me over.
It had been a good night of sex. I was pleased with it. I was also ready to sleep. It had been a very long day for me. I curled up against him. My naked body pressed into the warmth of the bed. It was so nice. For a moment I thought about us getting a bed like this until I realised it would be too hot in Southern India. That was when sleep overcame me and as I drifted off into contented bliss, I had a feeling like I was floating on a soft fluffy cloud.
Next morning woke to find Peter was already out of bed. He came from the adjoining bathroom, now dressed in a suit and tie.
“Hi Mega,” he greeted me.
“You look sharp,” I said. “Are you going to your working place?”
“Yes, to the car yard,” he replied. “It’s cold this morning so stay in bed. There is no need to get up.”
“Is Jenny and Brian up yet?”
“No sign of them. Jenny will be up soon as Joseph is dropping the girls off early.”
“Oh, your twins. I forgot about them.”
“Liz and Joseph took them for the night.”
“Hi Mega,” he greeted me.
“You look sharp,” I said. “Are you going to your working place?”
“Yes, to the car yard,” he replied. “It’s cold this morning so stay in bed. There is no need to get up.”
“Is Jenny and Brian up yet?”
“No sign of them. Jenny will be up soon as Joseph is dropping the girls off early.”
“Oh, your twins. I forgot about them.”
“Liz and Joseph took them for the night.”
Soon he was gone. Their bedroom was at the front of the house so somewhere below I heard the garage door. Then a car starting. Another car came up the driveway. There were some talking and I heard a child’s voice. Then a car left, the child talking again and the garage door closed. The second car then left too. I heard voices, children’s voices in the passageway then the bedroom door burst open.
“Mummy! Mummy!” a voice called out as the twins came into the room.
They stopped and looked for a moment when they discovered me in bed instead of their mother.
“You are not our mother,” one said.
“Who are you?” the other one asked.
“I am Mega,” I explained. “You saw me on the island holiday.”
“Are you the lady coming to visit us?”
“Yes,” I said. “Just for a short time.”
"Do you own that boy we played with at the island place?
"No that was another lady. I only have one child, a daughter who is in India."
"Why only one?" one of them asked.
"Have you forgotten how to make them?" added the other.
Before I could think of a reply to that the first one said. "We can tell you how to make a baby."
I was a bit shocked to tell you the truth. Not sure what to say but quickly they moved on. “Where is your husband?”
“He is in the other bedroom.”
“Is mummy keeping him warm?”
Keeping him warm. ‘I suppose that was one way of putting it,’ I thought rather amused. I hesitated, not sure how much these two knew about what was going on. They seemed to be fairly bold for their age. Bolder than Jaynitha, my daughter and she was a few years older.
One of the girls asked, “Was Daddy keeping you warm?”
“Yes, he was,” was all I could think to say. He had been keeping me very warm in fact! I then decided to change the subject again.
“What are your names?” I asked them.
One of them reached up to take a ribbon from her hair while the other introduced herself as Carol. Then the first girl said she was Kirsten. Carol and Kirsten, I remembered now.
“Come and join me in bed,” I asked them.
They smiled at each other before removing their coats to reveal they were wearing their sleeping clothes underneath.
“Can you read us a story?” Kirsten asked.
“Of course, I can,” I replied.
While Carol got into bed beside me, Kirsten had gone for a storybook. She quickly returned with half a dozen books. She got into bed on my other side and we arranged pillows so we could all sit and look at the first book. I began reading them a story called The Naughty Kiwi Bird. Apparently, they liked that one the best. I liked it too, never heard that story before.
“Mummy! Mummy!” a voice called out as the twins came into the room.
They stopped and looked for a moment when they discovered me in bed instead of their mother.
“You are not our mother,” one said.
“Who are you?” the other one asked.
“I am Mega,” I explained. “You saw me on the island holiday.”
“Are you the lady coming to visit us?”
“Yes,” I said. “Just for a short time.”
"Do you own that boy we played with at the island place?
"No that was another lady. I only have one child, a daughter who is in India."
"Why only one?" one of them asked.
"Have you forgotten how to make them?" added the other.
Before I could think of a reply to that the first one said. "We can tell you how to make a baby."
I was a bit shocked to tell you the truth. Not sure what to say but quickly they moved on. “Where is your husband?”
“He is in the other bedroom.”
“Is mummy keeping him warm?”
Keeping him warm. ‘I suppose that was one way of putting it,’ I thought rather amused. I hesitated, not sure how much these two knew about what was going on. They seemed to be fairly bold for their age. Bolder than Jaynitha, my daughter and she was a few years older.
One of the girls asked, “Was Daddy keeping you warm?”
“Yes, he was,” was all I could think to say. He had been keeping me very warm in fact! I then decided to change the subject again.
“What are your names?” I asked them.
One of them reached up to take a ribbon from her hair while the other introduced herself as Carol. Then the first girl said she was Kirsten. Carol and Kirsten, I remembered now.
“Come and join me in bed,” I asked them.
They smiled at each other before removing their coats to reveal they were wearing their sleeping clothes underneath.
“Can you read us a story?” Kirsten asked.
“Of course, I can,” I replied.
While Carol got into bed beside me, Kirsten had gone for a storybook. She quickly returned with half a dozen books. She got into bed on my other side and we arranged pillows so we could all sit and look at the first book. I began reading them a story called The Naughty Kiwi Bird. Apparently, they liked that one the best. I liked it too, never heard that story before.
We were on our third book when Jenny came in.
“So that’s where you got, you little monkeys,” she said with a smile. “I hope you aren’t annoying Mega.”
“She wanted to read us a book,” Kirsten said.
“She wanted? I think it’s more you wanted,” Jenny said with a knowing grin.
They both girls giggled, smart enough to pick up the difference.
“Carol, where is your ribbon?” Jenny asked.
The girl I thought was Kirsten replied, as she pointed, “I put it over there.”
“Have you two been playing your name trick again?”
“Yes,” they both said at once, giggling.
“I told you not to do that,” Jenny told them more sternly.
“It’s funny,” one of them said. “We like doing it.”
“It’s naughty. Our visitors get confused.”
They giggled again. That was probably the point of playing that trick.
“Carol, put your ribbon back on. If I catch it off again you’ll both get a smack.”
“So that’s where you got, you little monkeys,” she said with a smile. “I hope you aren’t annoying Mega.”
“She wanted to read us a book,” Kirsten said.
“She wanted? I think it’s more you wanted,” Jenny said with a knowing grin.
They both girls giggled, smart enough to pick up the difference.
“Carol, where is your ribbon?” Jenny asked.
The girl I thought was Kirsten replied, as she pointed, “I put it over there.”
“Have you two been playing your name trick again?”
“Yes,” they both said at once, giggling.
“I told you not to do that,” Jenny told them more sternly.
“It’s funny,” one of them said. “We like doing it.”
“It’s naughty. Our visitors get confused.”
They giggled again. That was probably the point of playing that trick.
“Carol, put your ribbon back on. If I catch it off again you’ll both get a smack.”
I suddenly realised that these two dear little girls had fooled me by switching their names. That was why Carol had taken the ribbon off, so she could call herself Kirsten. I thought I would need to watch them in future.
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