Spring Break In Florida
Living in the mid-west, is always a great place to live, even in the winter. Okay, that's not exactly true. Sometimes. Not always. Never. So thank god for Spring Break! Except my wife and I are not teen-agers anymore. We graduated college, got great jobs and are no longer virgins. Yes, we are virgin-less. That ship sailed a long time. My guess? That ship is probably in India, or maybe China by now. Logical, as we have been married for five wonderful years.
In Florida, by April, the weather had turned warm, the bugs were biting and the humidity had just passed Saturn. Yeah, it was high, somewhere around one hundred and twenty per cent or so. Still, it beats minus twenty degrees and snow up to your butt, right?
My wife, Jill, and I decided we wanted to get away from yet another impending blizzard so we booked a flight to Clearwater Beach. We made a reservation at the hotel on the beach which is special to us because that is where we spent our honeymoon. Man, it is great! The hotel owns the beach behind it which is wall-to-wall in this white, powdery sand. It's kind of a cross between flour and sugar. Anyway, from the back of the hotel, you have this incredible sand beach all the way to the ocean.
Absolutely everyone, at some time or other is walking up and down the beach with the waves from the ocean rushing over your feet and ankles which feels heavenly. But here is the best part. There are wooden chairs every where on the beach, large enough for a couple to sit comfortably. Two great things about this hotel. They provide free bands to entertain you and the music wafts over the heavy, pungent, salty air for about a half mile away. Second, they are allowed to sell alcoholic drinks right on the beach. By girls in bikinis! How cool is that?
Now for the part, I have omitted so far. Neither my wife nor I remembered it was spring break. I know, I know. How could we NOT have known. I DON'T KNOW, I REALLY DON'T. I am only 28 for lord's sake, so I'm rather confident that I don't I have that memory disease, the one I can't seem to remember now, that hits old people. Well, older than me. Being in Florida during spring break proved to be a two-edged sword. On the one hand, you have all these college kids that are as white as a piece of paper running around loose. On the other hand, you have all these almost naked college kids, running around loose.
In Florida, they have now made the thong part of the bikini the State Bird. Yes, most of you college grads would correct me and say that the state bird is the Mockingbird but they changed it a while back. So this won't be on a test, or anything. I base my conclusion on what a British friend of mine once told me. He said that in England, men are referred to as blokes' and women are called birds.' Well let me tell you, all of the guys on the beach were bird' watching every chance they got. I wore sun-glasses the whole time. Too much glare off of all those white butts.
When I reserved the room, I made sure that our room faced the ocean and not the main street on the island. This proved to be a blessing I hadn't counted on. On the one hand, for those who have a salt deficiency, you can stand on your balcony, inhale deeply and then lick the salt off your lips. On the other hand, the balcony is large enough to sleep on and still check out the latest goings on down on the sand.
This was a new experience for the wife and I. When we were here to get married five years ago, it was October, and just us and the locals had the run of the beach. Now, it was wall-to-wall boobs and hormones. What struck me as odd is, that when I was in high school, if the senior girls wore a 32B bra, they were considered busty...and popular. Now it seems, that all the girls have plastic surgeons on speed dial.
My wife was amazed at how much time of your one week during spring break was spent by the visiting college population in trying to hook up. She watched the guys, preening, posturing, and other mating rituals that we had totally forgotten about. That did not, however, keep her from looking. Yeah, she had to wear sunglasses too. And a hand towel to keep wiping the drool from the corners of her mouth.
We soon discovered that we were older now, just not old. I have no recollection of when that took place behind my back. However, my little soldier stood at attention more than once, through no fault of my own, and my wife just laughed. Thank god she is not the jealous type. You also get an anatomy lesson during spring break. The impulse from your eyes travels down to your loins in record time, about 2.6 seconds, maybe less.
The first night there, we were too nervous to sleep. We had gone to a place called Wing's where Jill had bought no less than 3 teeny-weeny bikinis to last her for our 6 days here. Honestly? When she checked out the competition on the beach, she made sure some of the guys would be checking her out as well. No jealousy, but tons of ego. Ah, competition!
So, first night there, the temperature is somewhere near heaven, a light breeze off the ocean seemed to keep the humidity at bay, and we wanted to take every advantage. We turned out the light to our room, grabbed a spare blanket and two pillows and slipped out onto the balcony. It was 2 a.m. and we figured we would be the only ones out there. That is why we went out there wearing our smiles, our wedding rings, and nothing more.
How can I express just how absolutely, fantastic and great it is to be outside, nude and having the light breeze blowing across your nether regions where the sun usually doesn't shine? You really need to try this, no matter where you live! Trust me on this.
The full moon was making my wife's upright breasts glow. I couldn't...help...myself. I turned to face my gorgeous wife and began squeezing one breast and sucking on the other nipple for all I was worth. I was now fully erect. I am sure of this because of the way I could feel it throbbing in Jill's warm hand. Her light moans told me that I was getting really good at this. If I ever had to go to court being charged with NOT liking women's breasts, they would have to acquit, for lack of evidence.
I failed to mention just one, little bitty fact. I realized, too late, that we were not alone. My wife and I were taking a break, between bouts of ecstasy, both of us on our backs, with me still pointing at the full moon. No, not with my finger, when Jill and I looked up and over, noticing motion. Two stories up and over, were two college girls, who were also on the balcony and watching everything we were doing. They too, were standing in the moonlight wearing only smiles.
I know this because the railings to all of the balconies were wrought iron, in other words, totally see-through. So there they were, naked as the day they were born, standing there with eyes glued to our fore-play. FORE play is not just for golfers anymore! I thought they would be embarrassed when we noticed them. Imagine my surprise when instead of squealing and running into their rooms at being discovered, they stood their ground, (insert balcony here), and smiled and waved at us. As a matter of fact, the busty brunette on the right, seemed to purposely begin standing with her legs apart. I don't have a clue who enjoyed that night more, them, or us.
My mind is slipping. It should be mentioned at this point, that Jill not only has a large ego, but rather enjoys taking the lead in all things sexual or erotic. So she stands up and faces the girls. I thought, "Oh what the Hell?" and stood up next to my wife, also facing the girls. I looked down for a brief moment, and my flag pole was still dancing in the wind.
Jill pointed to our room and began holding up her fingers until the two college girls had understood that our room was 4-9-5-7. The girls held up their hands in the O K sign. Then Jill held her hand up to ear and mimicked calling us. Again, they gave us the O K sign. Then, they both disappeared back into their rooms. We followed suit. Shutting the sliding glass doors, I pulled the privacy curtain shut. No sense in having 5 full moons in our room. The telephone rang in short order with Jill answering it.
"Hello? Yes, this is room 4957. My name is Jill and my husband's name is Brent. I was just wondering if you two would like to come over and visit. You would? Great, just throw on a robe or something, but once you get here, you won't need it. You would? Alright, see you soon!"
A few minutes passed and a soft knock came at the door. In came two great looking girls who had no problem in filling their bras, when they wore them.
"Hi," I said. When it comes to conversation, I am very smooth.
"Hello to you both!" said Jill. "Glad you could come over. I realize it's kind of late, or early morning if you prefer. But it seems like none of us could sleep, anyway."
"Hello. My name is Andrea, and my friend is Julia. We both live in Ohio and this is our first time in Florida. We are both seniors and we are room mates in our dorm. Please forgive us for staring at you out on the balcony. We have never done anything like this before, but it is strangely exciting, somehow."
"Think nothing of it," said Jill. "It' s just hormones. It's not so long ago, we were seniors in college as well. We still remember how new and exhilarating everything can be. As we are standing here in the altogether, why don't you two shed your robes and get comfortable."
"Thank you, Jill, Brent. You are more than kind. We do enjoy being naked. Just never done it in front of others before. Just us, in our dorm room," answered Julia.
In less than 10 seconds, the robes came off, and we all found a seat either on the bed or the two chairs. Jill carried the conversation as I had a horrible time, not blatantly staring at their bare breasts. Neither one of them was small in that department, but then, neither is my wife. It's just that it was not was I was used to. Jill and I ran around the house sans clothes daily. Now here was an unexpected development where I was able to look at not one, but two pairs of strange breasts, without getting turned into the cops or having my face slapped!
Jill sat on the bed next to the blue-eyed blond named Andrea. Andrea seemed to sit rather close to Jill I noticed. The chestnut-eyed brunette, Julia, chose to sit on the chair opposite me. Julia had re-positioned her chair so that she could see my erection which she made no excuses for staring at. It wasn't going to go down any time soon as she kept opening her legs so I could easily see the landing strip of her pussy, plus her naked lips. I had thoughts of being out on the tarmac and helping that plane land.
The conversation turned to classes, what subjects they took, boys and being horny. For first timers, their foray into nudity in front of others seemed to be going swimmingly well. Then, for no apparent reason, Julia brought her chair up close to mine. Both chairs were stuffed with the usual arms on them. She put her legs up onto the arms of the chairs causing her lips to part like the Red Sea back in Bible times.
"So, Brent, do you like a woman's pussy to be shaved, trimmed, or au natural?" she asked me smiling. She was NOT making eye contact with me. She was openly gazing at my very needy erection.
"I like shaved the best, then well-trimmed, like Jill," I replied. I had almost forgot she was still in the room. A great save, right?
Then still sitting on the bed, Andrea spreads her legs and says to Jill, "What about you Jill, do you like my shaved pussy?"
"Yes, I do, very much," my wife replied. "On a scale of one to ten, how sensitive is your clit?" asked the bold one, named Jill.
"That depends. About a six I guess, but if you suck on my nipples for a while, it climbs to a ten. Guess you'll just have to find out for yourself."
Our room came with a King-sized bed. Jill and Andrea lay down next to each other and began sucking on each other's tits and rubbing each other's pussies until both were wet. I looked over at Julia with a question mark on my face. She stood up, grabbed my hand, and we lay down on the bed as well. Only not facing each other. Julia had decided then and there, she wanted to 69 me. All of my willpower had fled. If I looked for it, probably find it somewhere in Europe!
All I can tell you through my sexual fog, was that Julia had very experienced lips. Lying on her back, she was sucking on me while playing with my very sensitive balls at the same time. Why do my balls get so sensitive when aroused. Yet another of life's mysteries. Not wanting to be outdone, I was licking her clit and the entrance to her love hole like a porn star. I watched as her pussy lips contracted over and over again. I counted 10 in all, so I knew I had pleased her. When I turned around to play with her willing mounds of pleasure with the erect nipples on top, she had a huge smile on her face. I purposely held back from cumming myself. The night was young.
Andrea had made my wife cum several times and Jill had done the same for her. The air conditioner was on, but the heat of the moment had made me slightly sweaty. Women, do NOT sweat, they glisten! Even as Jill was my bold partner, I soon found that Andrea was the more brazen of the two college women. She said what she wanted to try without a moment's hesitation. So we did it. Jill began playing with her right breast. Julia began sucking and playing with her left breast and plump nipple.
That left me. After watching Jill's face for permission, I lay on top of her and entered her easily. After already having several intense orgasms, she was eager to have my seven hard inches fill her up. I began pumping up and down slowly at first. She let out a moan as I continued to purposely rubbing over her clit with the spear of my manhood. As she began thrusting her youthful hips upward to match my every move, we soon got into a rhythm pleasurable to us both.
Jill looked up at me and smiled. My anniversary present. My cock was now possessed. I continued to plunge into her cave of wonders, faster and faster. Jill and Julia continued to suck and massage her bosom. As she neared orgasm, she thrust her hips at me one more time with this huge grin. I could feel the muscles in her pussy begin to grip me like a vise. I wasn't strong enough to resist further. My hot love juices shot into her like they were on the way to the moon. She lay there contentedly, until I had no more to give. She reached up and kissed me passionately on the lips.
So I had my one orgasm. Each of the three ladies in the room had at least six. Is that even fair? Us guys think about sex, oh let's see, 18 hours a day. We spend most of our waking moments doing the mating dance so as to be able to enjoy the intimacies of the female body. And they have SIX orgasms to our ONE?? Me thinks something is wrong in the cosmos!
We all cleaned up after our orgy. The cleanest part were their nipples, all six of them. Clean, clean, clean. We all kissed each other good-bye, and Jill and I took showers. Twenty minutes later, we were dried off, and I was hard again. I knew this because of the way I could feel it throbbing in her warm hand. It was here turn to be filled up. It was then that a thought hit me like a lightning bolt. This was only day ONE of our SIX day vacation!
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