Holiday Sex Matters
Sometimes you just cannot account for things that make you laugh out loud but leave you embarrassed to your core. Such a thing happened to me last year while my partner and I were employed in a little holiday sex.
We were having a joyous period – good things continually raining down upon us- and a magical holiday on a Greek island was one of these happenings.
From our studio room you could view the sea, but the bed itself was over-looked (through the window) from the top of the building outside. When I say over-looked I mean that someone standing on the said roof could see straight into our bed room and indeed view the double bed in its entirety. But why would anyone be on the roof top in the middle of the day when it wasn’t used for anything except for satellite dishes and solar panels?
By midday the temperature on the beach was soaring. The only thing to do was go back to the room, have some lunch, a glass of wine, an afternoon siesta and some raunchy holiday sex.
My body was turning an attractive golden brown and under instruction I was stretched out taut on the bed. My man tied both feet to the corner posts at the bottom of the bed. He came up to the top and kissed me while tying my hands above my head onto the bed board.
I do appreciate that some people reading this may struggle to understand how and why I can put my body under the restraint and control of a man. It is not something I do lightly. It demands a high degree of trust and intensity that strengthens the bond and desire that flows between us. I do it for him, but it is also what I want -and need- from a relationship. It gives me the gift to be totally myself with my man; I wonder how many of you can own that?
Kneeling naked beside me he began to stroke and caress my skin, relaxing and exciting me all at once. Moving to stand beside the bed he looked down on me with a handmade whip in hand. My breathing shifted up a gear in anticipation. I looked at him and could tell by his eyes he had morphed into character. He lightly bought the whip down between my open legs.
Newly shaved – my cunts sensitivity was high. I felt a rush of desire filter through my body, starting at the spot where the whip fell. Without giving me time to wonder what would happen next the whip came down with more force across my breasts. I let out a gasp, trying to contain the noise – this was a hot, hot day and the windows were open. I closed my eyes as a third strike landed unforgivingly across my waist.
Without hesitation my man straddled me, cock alert, and began to suck and bite my breasts. My boobs are extremely responsive and he knows just how to play them. I writhed and moaned with delight. He turned round and again lightly whipped me on my open cunt lips. It landed harder this time making the whole area tingle in bittersweet pleasure. To ease the pain he leant down and let his tongue slide from the top of my slit, over my clitoris and then deeper still.
Holiday sex was proving even better than sex at home – if that was possible. His tongue continued to flick over the tender skin between my legs. He moved to face me and shifted his body so the tip of his cock was gently rubbing against my face and teasing my lips. He put his hands behind my head and forcefully began to thrust his cock as far as it would go into the warmth of my mouth. Tears came to the corners of my eyes. I particularly enjoy the vehemence of a face fuck. On this occasion it was to be short lived.
Without warning he jumped from the bed, swearing furiously. Grabbing his sarong and wrapping it round his waist he pulled the flimsy curtains across the window. What the fuck was happening?
“There’s a guy on the roof right there-outside the window!” he hissed.
I immediately shut my eyes and squirmed with embarrassment. I was lying on top of the sheet, tied to the bed posts, so any attempts he made to cover me were hopeless.
Finally, he put shorts on and covered my length with the sarong, began to untie my ankles and wrists, and explained that at the very moment he began fucking my mouth he had seen a man sweeping the roof outside the window. Later -much later-we realised he was actually whitewashing the rooftop with our holiday sex activities in full view through the conveniently placed window.
As mortified as I was I did see the funny side of the whole situation. After all nobody ever went on the roof except perhaps to carry out the job he was doing. We dozed on the bed theorising what he would be telling his friends that evening at the local bar. As we fully woke we made love as quietly as we could under the shield of the sheet!