A HOLIDAY TO REMEMBER
I have a relative with a house on the coast, of course I rent it out. They had asked me to take care of the house this summer, to make sure new guests arrive, to keep the house clean and tidy after each one leaves for the arrival of new guests, etc. I accepted the job because, despite not being paid, the house has a smaller house in the back where I can stay during the season, and I took it as a good opportunity to enjoy some beach vacations.
The first guests were quiet, a standard family with regular habits, just like those who followed. It wasn't until the third ones arrived that something really interesting happened. A couple from Río Negro, he being quite older compared to her, but she was a real dream. I got completely lost in thought when I saw her get out of the car, even with her tired face after a long trip, she looked beautiful. Her hair was light brown, with certain reddish highlights in the sun. She was wearing comfortable, loose clothing with a very large shirt that accentuated the figure below. It wasn't until she took off her glasses that I could see those honey-colored eyes looking directly at me, although it wasn't the first of the two to greet me.
That same night I saw her again, I went out to smoke outside, she had poked her head out onto the balcony on the first floor where the main room is. She was looking out into the patio, which more resembles a park or a mini forest due to the trees. Despite the darkness, she could see me, perhaps because of the faint glow from my cigarette when I lit it, or the lighter when it went out each time. She raised her hand in greeting, and I responded by raising mine as well to ask if she wanted to share. She just smiled and disappeared from view, but I saw her again a little later when she came out the back door and walked towards me.
My first impression of her was completely overshadowed by what I had now. Come on. She was wearing a jean short without fastening it and only her bikini, with nothing above. She sat down next to me on the grass and, without saying anything, took the joint out of my hand with a smile and started smoking. Her boyfriend was sleeping, she told me, and also talked about her, about him, that they were their first vacations together and they were going through a bad time as a couple. Occasionally she would respond with monosyllables or sounds just to let me know she was listening, I couldn't stop looking at her. The faint light of the moon made her eyes shine more each time she looked at her phone to check the time. I looked at her discreetly, her breasts weren't especially large, but they dazzled with their particular charm.
The joint had been finished for over half an hour, but she was still sitting there, talking about her life as if she knew me from years ago; occasionally she would laugh and make a joke that I didn't understand because I was distracted by her, but I would correspond to her laughter to pretend.
I stayed looking at her all the way until she got up and left. She slapped her buttocks to shake off the dirt and grass from her short and gave me a kiss on the cheek to say goodbye. Her way of walking was very sensual, or maybe it was the way I had to look at her that made me see her that way. I let out a sigh as she entered the house, and I went back into mine.
I turned everything off, I had left the video game paused to continue playing later, but in that moment I didn't have my head for anything else, she was the owner of my thoughts. I couldn't help it, that night I touched myself thinking about her, fantasizing about all we would have done if instead of saying goodbye, I invited her to come with me. My mind flew and burned with lust imagining those beautiful breasts in the palm of my hands. I enjoyed every second, and every second became eternal, but this eternity didn't weigh me down, on the contrary, it made me want to immerse myself and lose myself in her while the fantasy lasted. The weed incident repeated itself the next night and also the one after that. It had become our small ritual before sleeping, and fantasies were recurring every time she left me there, sitting at the entrance of the house where I was staying.
It was a morning when I went to rake the leaves in the park and heard the cries coming from the house. I approached with some concern, but it seemed like just a heated argument between partners that I shouldn't be listening to. I stayed close anyway, in case things escalated, but eventually I could see her leaving the back door of the house while he left through the main entrance to get into his car and leave the place in a rather imprudent and fast manner. I approached her to talk to her and we sat down at the garden table, where she started telling me about the argument in a concise way. They had their partner problems, she had her reasons to be angry, although it also seemed like logical problems and arguments for a couple like theirs; the age difference was very large.
I invited her to eat with me at home, she accepted and followed me. I started cooking and she helped me with everything she could. She was nice and friendly, and her laughter lost me every time I heard it. I asked her to open some beers, but one of the cans seemed to have been shaken before, because as soon as she opened it, she poured its contents all over me. After some laughs and sincere but informal apologies, it was she who grabbed a towel to dry me off, although it didn't make sense because my shirt was completely soaked. Still, there wasn't a single word from my side, the physical contact with her paralyzed me, and I couldn't do anything but stay quiet looking at her eyes while she rubbed my chest trying to dry me off.
She realized my attitude as soon as she looked up and our gazes crossed for ¿Habrán sido 5 segundos? They seemed eternal. She blushed and left the tray, she asked for apologies again, although I couldn't say anything and she didn't either. She took a step back, unconsciously, I took one forward, leaving us both at the same distance again, she took another step towards me, reaching to touch my body with her breasts, although her gaze avoided mine. I brought my face slowly towards hers and our lips met halfway. I had imagined her taste since the moment I saw her get out of the car for the first time, but reality far exceeded expectations. She pushed me until I bumped into the counter, her two hands pressing my chest while deepening the kiss, in which her tongue had started to search for mine ready to start a dance between two. I dared to take off her sweater, curiously the same one she was wearing the day they arrived. There was nothing underneath and her breasts, as beautiful as I imagined, were exposed in front of me, she did the same, taking off my soaked shirt. I leaned down to lick her nipples, she let out a soft moan that made me shiver when I heard it. I kissed her breast, her neck, licked slowly from her collarbone to the bottom of her ear and lingered for a moment biting the lobe of the same. Her breathing was strong, and between then and then, that faint moan kept appearing, making me put more effort into finding it again to hear it like a song that repeats over and over on Spotify. We didn't exchange words, I looked at her fixedly, resting my forehead on hers, after another kiss, I lifted her up in my arms, she hugged me with her legs and clung to me like a koala while I carried her to the bedroom, where I left her on the bed. She was wearing a gray jogging suit that wasn't hard for me to remove, leaving me facing an azul thong being the last thing separating me from seeing her as much as I had imagined it the nights before. I knelt down on the bed and crawled until I reached About her, his arms wrapped around my neck and drew me towards his lips to kiss her again, this time more intense. I lowered myself slowly, kissing her chin, neck, chest, tracing all of her belly with my tongue until I finally ended up on my knees between her legs. I looked at her fixedly in the eyes, she seemed anxious, I was nervous, but still I hastened to remove the last garment that covered her body. She was already wet, ready, waiting for me, and I submerged myself in her, licking her vagina as if it were an oasis in the desert. The moans I had longed for did not have to wait, although this time they were more intense than before.
I brought my hand up towards her breasts, but stopped and placed it on her belly instead when I felt how it moved with her strong and excited breathing. I left off licking her clitoris for a moment to look up and find her face, but her fingers quickly intertwined in my hair and pressed me to submerge myself between her legs again. She rewarded my actions with moans, and those moans encouraged me to try harder. I couldn't help but lower my hand and start masturbating while my tongue gave her pleasure. I was anxious and ready to enter, but waited until the right moment and it wasn't until she begged me, between moans, to penetrate her that I saw her completely again.
Her body was bathing in sweat, her gaze was fixed on me, waiting for me to fulfill her request, she was biting her finger and smiling, her cheeks were completely red. I searched for a condom in the drawer of the bedside table, but couldn't open it due to nerves. It was she who took care of opening it and putting it on. With a mischievous smile, she kissed the glans of my penis and settled back into position, opening her legs and waiting anxiously for me. I didn't make her wait, she was so wet that it made the job much easier. I entered and exited slowly at first, her moans guided me without needing words. Her gaze was so hot and wild, and her mischievous smile kept reappearing every now and then. I took her in different positions and we repeated after a while, the ones I enjoyed most were those where I could have those honey-colored eyes looking at me while she was being penetrated. Her moans had been the best music for my ears and that rare morning, which started out strange, transformed into the best one I'd had since arriving at the house up until that moment.
We stayed naked in bed for a bit longer, she had wrapped her arms around me and was stroking my skin with her thumb while her face rested on my shoulder. We had some pointless conversations, something trivial, and after that, we continued what we had started. We had lunch together and spent the rest of the afternoon sitting in the house's park until the sound of her partner's car engine made her return to reality. She said goodbye to me with a kiss on the cheek and went back to her partner's meeting. I didn't hear from them again for the rest of the day.
I have a relative with a house on the coast, of course I rent it out. They had asked me to take care of the house this summer, to make sure new guests arrive, to keep the house clean and tidy after each one leaves for the arrival of new guests, etc. I accepted the job because, despite not being paid, the house has a smaller house in the back where I can stay during the season, and I took it as a good opportunity to enjoy some beach vacations.
The first guests were quiet, a standard family with regular habits, just like those who followed. It wasn't until the third ones arrived that something really interesting happened. A couple from Río Negro, he being quite older compared to her, but she was a real dream. I got completely lost in thought when I saw her get out of the car, even with her tired face after a long trip, she looked beautiful. Her hair was light brown, with certain reddish highlights in the sun. She was wearing comfortable, loose clothing with a very large shirt that accentuated the figure below. It wasn't until she took off her glasses that I could see those honey-colored eyes looking directly at me, although it wasn't the first of the two to greet me.
That same night I saw her again, I went out to smoke outside, she had poked her head out onto the balcony on the first floor where the main room is. She was looking out into the patio, which more resembles a park or a mini forest due to the trees. Despite the darkness, she could see me, perhaps because of the faint glow from my cigarette when I lit it, or the lighter when it went out each time. She raised her hand in greeting, and I responded by raising mine as well to ask if she wanted to share. She just smiled and disappeared from view, but I saw her again a little later when she came out the back door and walked towards me.
My first impression of her was completely overshadowed by what I had now. Come on. She was wearing a jean short without fastening it and only her bikini, with nothing above. She sat down next to me on the grass and, without saying anything, took the joint out of my hand with a smile and started smoking. Her boyfriend was sleeping, she told me, and also talked about her, about him, that they were their first vacations together and they were going through a bad time as a couple. Occasionally she would respond with monosyllables or sounds just to let me know she was listening, I couldn't stop looking at her. The faint light of the moon made her eyes shine more each time she looked at her phone to check the time. I looked at her discreetly, her breasts weren't especially large, but they dazzled with their particular charm.
The joint had been finished for over half an hour, but she was still sitting there, talking about her life as if she knew me from years ago; occasionally she would laugh and make a joke that I didn't understand because I was distracted by her, but I would correspond to her laughter to pretend.
I stayed looking at her all the way until she got up and left. She slapped her buttocks to shake off the dirt and grass from her short and gave me a kiss on the cheek to say goodbye. Her way of walking was very sensual, or maybe it was the way I had to look at her that made me see her that way. I let out a sigh as she entered the house, and I went back into mine.
I turned everything off, I had left the video game paused to continue playing later, but in that moment I didn't have my head for anything else, she was the owner of my thoughts. I couldn't help it, that night I touched myself thinking about her, fantasizing about all we would have done if instead of saying goodbye, I invited her to come with me. My mind flew and burned with lust imagining those beautiful breasts in the palm of my hands. I enjoyed every second, and every second became eternal, but this eternity didn't weigh me down, on the contrary, it made me want to immerse myself and lose myself in her while the fantasy lasted. The weed incident repeated itself the next night and also the one after that. It had become our small ritual before sleeping, and fantasies were recurring every time she left me there, sitting at the entrance of the house where I was staying.
It was a morning when I went to rake the leaves in the park and heard the cries coming from the house. I approached with some concern, but it seemed like just a heated argument between partners that I shouldn't be listening to. I stayed close anyway, in case things escalated, but eventually I could see her leaving the back door of the house while he left through the main entrance to get into his car and leave the place in a rather imprudent and fast manner. I approached her to talk to her and we sat down at the garden table, where she started telling me about the argument in a concise way. They had their partner problems, she had her reasons to be angry, although it also seemed like logical problems and arguments for a couple like theirs; the age difference was very large.
I invited her to eat with me at home, she accepted and followed me. I started cooking and she helped me with everything she could. She was nice and friendly, and her laughter lost me every time I heard it. I asked her to open some beers, but one of the cans seemed to have been shaken before, because as soon as she opened it, she poured its contents all over me. After some laughs and sincere but informal apologies, it was she who grabbed a towel to dry me off, although it didn't make sense because my shirt was completely soaked. Still, there wasn't a single word from my side, the physical contact with her paralyzed me, and I couldn't do anything but stay quiet looking at her eyes while she rubbed my chest trying to dry me off.
She realized my attitude as soon as she looked up and our gazes crossed for ¿Habrán sido 5 segundos? They seemed eternal. She blushed and left the tray, she asked for apologies again, although I couldn't say anything and she didn't either. She took a step back, unconsciously, I took one forward, leaving us both at the same distance again, she took another step towards me, reaching to touch my body with her breasts, although her gaze avoided mine. I brought my face slowly towards hers and our lips met halfway. I had imagined her taste since the moment I saw her get out of the car for the first time, but reality far exceeded expectations. She pushed me until I bumped into the counter, her two hands pressing my chest while deepening the kiss, in which her tongue had started to search for mine ready to start a dance between two. I dared to take off her sweater, curiously the same one she was wearing the day they arrived. There was nothing underneath and her breasts, as beautiful as I imagined, were exposed in front of me, she did the same, taking off my soaked shirt. I leaned down to lick her nipples, she let out a soft moan that made me shiver when I heard it. I kissed her breast, her neck, licked slowly from her collarbone to the bottom of her ear and lingered for a moment biting the lobe of the same. Her breathing was strong, and between then and then, that faint moan kept appearing, making me put more effort into finding it again to hear it like a song that repeats over and over on Spotify. We didn't exchange words, I looked at her fixedly, resting my forehead on hers, after another kiss, I lifted her up in my arms, she hugged me with her legs and clung to me like a koala while I carried her to the bedroom, where I left her on the bed. She was wearing a gray jogging suit that wasn't hard for me to remove, leaving me facing an azul thong being the last thing separating me from seeing her as much as I had imagined it the nights before. I knelt down on the bed and crawled until I reached About her, his arms wrapped around my neck and drew me towards his lips to kiss her again, this time more intense. I lowered myself slowly, kissing her chin, neck, chest, tracing all of her belly with my tongue until I finally ended up on my knees between her legs. I looked at her fixedly in the eyes, she seemed anxious, I was nervous, but still I hastened to remove the last garment that covered her body. She was already wet, ready, waiting for me, and I submerged myself in her, licking her vagina as if it were an oasis in the desert. The moans I had longed for did not have to wait, although this time they were more intense than before.
I brought my hand up towards her breasts, but stopped and placed it on her belly instead when I felt how it moved with her strong and excited breathing. I left off licking her clitoris for a moment to look up and find her face, but her fingers quickly intertwined in my hair and pressed me to submerge myself between her legs again. She rewarded my actions with moans, and those moans encouraged me to try harder. I couldn't help but lower my hand and start masturbating while my tongue gave her pleasure. I was anxious and ready to enter, but waited until the right moment and it wasn't until she begged me, between moans, to penetrate her that I saw her completely again.
Her body was bathing in sweat, her gaze was fixed on me, waiting for me to fulfill her request, she was biting her finger and smiling, her cheeks were completely red. I searched for a condom in the drawer of the bedside table, but couldn't open it due to nerves. It was she who took care of opening it and putting it on. With a mischievous smile, she kissed the glans of my penis and settled back into position, opening her legs and waiting anxiously for me. I didn't make her wait, she was so wet that it made the job much easier. I entered and exited slowly at first, her moans guided me without needing words. Her gaze was so hot and wild, and her mischievous smile kept reappearing every now and then. I took her in different positions and we repeated after a while, the ones I enjoyed most were those where I could have those honey-colored eyes looking at me while she was being penetrated. Her moans had been the best music for my ears and that rare morning, which started out strange, transformed into the best one I'd had since arriving at the house up until that moment.
We stayed naked in bed for a bit longer, she had wrapped her arms around me and was stroking my skin with her thumb while her face rested on my shoulder. We had some pointless conversations, something trivial, and after that, we continued what we had started. We had lunch together and spent the rest of the afternoon sitting in the house's park until the sound of her partner's car engine made her return to reality. She said goodbye to me with a kiss on the cheek and went back to her partner's meeting. I didn't hear from them again for the rest of the day.
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