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  She at once felt how naked she was and immediately laid down on her front to cover herself. There was no one in sight but she was topless in public and the mere thought of it was enough.

  She settled herself, moulding the sand to form a rest for her head, and she was soon enjoying the warm sunshine and beginning to dose off.

  "Look, there's young Sarah!" she heard a familiar voice screech. It was Brenda Simms, a British woman Sarah and her fiancé had joined for dinner on their first night.

  "Hello there!" she called excitedly, and Sarah lifted a little to smile back at her, but strolling along behind was her husband, Roland, and his twin brother, Leland, who had been at dinner with them.

  Brenda was waving and chattering about how happy she was to see Sarah again. She was a woman in her fifties, tall and slender, with a one-piece swimsuit and a big flowery hat. She waved after her husband to catch up and when he did she claimed a mat from the bag he was carrying and laid it out alongside Sarah.

  "So how are you sweetie? Are you enjoying your stay? It's just glorious isn't it?" she rattled off in a single breath and to Sarah's surprise she tugged the shoulders of her swimsuit and stretched it down to her waist.

  "Yes, it's wonderful," Sarah replied, turning a little out of courtesy but holding her arm across her breasts.

  "Oh don't worry about them!" Brenda said and laughed. "Roland darling where's the lotion?"

  Roland gave his wife the bottle of suntan lotion and she busied herself applying it to all parts of her body while she chatted away. Roland then left and went towards the water and Brenda handed the bottle back to Leland and she laid down on her front so he could do her back.

  Sarah had relaxed a little. She had laid back down, keeping herself propped on her elbows enough that the older man could see her breast from beneath her arm but not the nipple.

  Leland massaged lotion into Brenda's back and Sarah watched him try to feel beneath for her breasts.

  Brenda turned and slapped his arm. "Stop that!" she scolded, laughing, and then she smiled over at Sarah.

  "Oh sweetie you're going to burn in this sun. Leland, put some lotion on her back will you hun?" she commanded, and Sarah blushed but the older lady sounded like everyone's mother and when Leland touched her back she didn't protest.

  His hand was soft and his fingers were long. Brenda had settled with her big hat over the back of her head and Sarah tried to relax again while Leland worked the lotion into her back. She had noticed at dinner that he was a quiet, polite man but she had also noticed the sharpness in his eyes. He was no fool. He seemed reserved and obliging but Sarah sensed the strength deeper within his being.

  She held her breath as his fingers slid up beneath her arm and flicked across the side of her breast. It had been a slow, steady motion and again his fingers were smoothing the lotion, deeper beneath her that time, and they probed right up beneath her breast and then his hand cupped her and gently squeezed.

  He was kneeling beside her and had one hand resting upon her back while he felt her with the other. Sarah looked back at him but he was just grinning and she felt her cheeks glow.

  "Sweetie I was hoping you and your fiancé would like to come on a short cruise with us one night. It looks wonderful but it would be better as a group," Brenda said.

  “Umm - I guess," Sarah uttered.

  She had lifted a little more upon her elbows and Leland was fondling a nipple. Brenda's head was turned away and Sarah was watching anxiously for her to suddenly look around.

  She lifted a little further though and the older man reached under and felt her breast fully. She looked back up at his face but he was concentrating on what he was doing. Brenda was still talking. She was excitedly describing the dinner cruise she had in mind.

  "Do you like that?" Leland said, only mouthing the words, but Sarah understood and she nodded.

  Her embarrassment had subsided but she was so frightened of the other woman turning and seeing what was happening.

  She dared the situation for a little longer, turning slightly and moving her arm back out of the way so he could see her breasts as well. He stopped and squeezed the lotion into the palm of his hand then he rubbed it into her left breast, massaging her softly and playing with her hard little nipple. He then moved to her right breast but his hand was clammy so he again stopped and squirted lotion into it.

  Sarah then leant back around a bit further so he had full access and he covered her tit with his hand and started feeling it. Brenda had seemingly settled. She had stopped chattering and Sarah though she may have even been dosing off.

  She looked at Leland's face but he was staring at her chest and she followed his gaze to watch his hand feeling her. She blushed a little but she arched her chest and offered herself to him.

  Leland checked around to be sure no one was watching. There was a man working in the hotel garden who had looked over a few times but there was no one else in sight and he knew Roland would be ages in the surf. He looked at Sarah's face, with her lowered eyes and her light little smile, and he watched it while he rolled her nipple with his fingers.

  It had been twenty years since he'd felt a young woman's tits and his cock flexed at the thought of somehow arranging an opportunity to fuck her. He looked down at her little bikini pants and imagined how tight she would be. He wondered if she was wet right then and he decided he was going to find out. He might not be able to fuck her there on the beach but he was going to get his fingers up her.

  He sat up and adjusted his erection to the side of the tight little swimmers he was wearing. Then he took the bottle of lotion and motioned to Sarah's legs.

  She blushed a little again but she rolled over onto her belly and peered back at him while he rubbed the lotion into his hands.

  Leland started with her ankles and worked the oily fluid in until his hands were dry. He then worked more into her hips and thighs, slowing his action as he brushed the edge of her little bikini pants. And he watched her face until her head rocked forward, then he slowly and carefully massaged the lotion into her inner-thighs.

  His hands were dry again and he'd effectively covered her skin with the lotion so he traced his fingertips deeper between her thighs and purposely cut the tip of his thumb up through the little furrow in her bikini pants.

  Sarah braced herself, rolling her hips a little and blushing into her folded arms. His fingers were there somewhere but she couldn't feel them anymore, and then there was gentle pressure against her clit. Maybe just the tip of his fingers were pressing there, but they were moving in a slow, circular motion and sending warm tingles through her entire body.

  Leland could feel her heat through the crotch of her bikini pants. He maintained his rhythm, holding her swollen clit between the tip of his middle and ring fingers and gently rolling it while her juices soaked into the fabric. He only played with her though. It wasn't the place for any more than that and he felt reluctance in her too.

  "Maybe later?" he whispered into her hair, shifting forward and settling beside her. He'd kept his fingers pressed against her pussy though, and when she moaned a soft, positive response he did what he'd wanted to do. He peeled the edge of her bikini pants aside and slipped a finger up into her.

  And Sarah accepted it. She was down from her little high but she allowed the older man to examine her. She watched around while he poked his fingers in and out a little bit and while he leant back to have a look.

  She blushed and smiled to herself when he did that, but he was gentle and he soon smoothed her pants back into place and offered her the first drink from his bottle of water.

  She thanked him and accepted the bottle, noticing that his middle finger was wet, and she could see the creamy texture of her juices on it.

  "So, when is your fiancé back?" he asked her and she told him tomorrow night, feeling slightly hesitant within herself at the inference.

  He smiled disarmingly though, and he shook Brenda's ankle. "Don't burn there, love," he said to her as she stirred.


  She rolled over and started chattering again and Sarah relaxed back on her hands and mostly listened. A little while later Roland returned and Sarah again realized that she was topless.

  Roland was kind of shy about it. He would occasionally glance over and Sarah would avoid meeting his eyes while he looked at her breasts. She liked him doing that though, and even after the shade from the hotel had claimed the sand dunes she remained sitting there without her top on.

  Brenda had starting packing up though, and the three of them were soon on their way. Sarah had no idea of the time but she was getting hungry so she decided to head back to her room. She dared the main foyer that time and earned a few nice looks from the men there.

  Once back in her room she showered the sand away and slipped on a t-shirt and shorts for her planned dinner excursion. She didn't want to go to the restaurant alone so instead she took a book she was reading to a café across the street and spent an hour there.

  It was a beautiful, balmy evening. The air was thick with the sounds and smells of the ocean and the entire coast came alight as the sun set behind the mountains in the west.

  Sarah walked for a while after leaving the café. Everything was still open and she strolled along window shopping and occasionally she would enter and browse.

  It was almost nine when she returned to her room and slipped into the little satin nightie she'd bought that afternoon. She checked it in the mirror, hoping it would look as she had imagined, and she was happy with the soft caress of the cool fabric against her nipples.

  She turned and checked the length and cut of the garment, bending forward a little and giggling to herself at the way it lifted and exposed her so easily. She then went back to her bottle of bubbly and took a glass out onto the balcony to watch the moonlit waves crashing up onto the sand.

  ****

  Miles was finishing his shift and looking forward to joining his buddies in the restaurant bar when he saw the order of a bottle of bubbly for room thirty seven. The guy taking over from him had claimed it but he was still fixing his tie and badge and Miles swept it from the counter in front of him. "I'll do this one," he said, as if he was doing a favour, and he quickly took a bottle from the restaurant stocks and headed for the fourth floor.

  Sarah's heart was fluttering again. The last of her bubbly had only half filled her glass and she had decided to wait for the room service man in her little nightie. She checked it in the glass balcony door and tugged at the hem. She would be fine as long as she didn't move she thought.

  Miles knocked on the door and stepped back, fumbling with the tie he'd loosened and trying to make it look tidy. The door opened and Sarah peered around from behind it. She immediately recognized Miles from the beach that morning. He stepped forward, determined to deliver the bubbly all the way to her glass.

  "Hello," Sarah said softly, meeting his smile as he stepped past her.

  She backed away with the door but she couldn't take it with her and she followed with her hands clasped and nervously protecting her modesty.

  He had stopped at the table where she'd left her glass and he was opening the bottle.

  "I'm Miles," he said, remembering his nametag was in his locker, and as Sarah glanced away he looked her over. "Do you remember me from the beach this morning?"

  Sarah nodded and blushed a little. "And I've seen you around a few times. But you haven't been our waiter before."

  "No - well the girl who usually does this shift is off sick. You would have had her last night?"

  "Oh I remember. Juliet – wasn’t it?

  “Is she sick or is she off somewhere with Romeo?" Sarah asked with a giggle and she immediately felt stupid.

  "Probably off with Romeo." Miles chuckled. "Although I doubt she'd be doing anything romantic."

  "Oh. Why?" Sarah probed with interest, accepting her glass.

  "Oh, I don't know. Maybe she would be. I'm just being silly, but she's not really the romantic type. More the party for a night kind of girl if you know what I mean."

  "I see. But I thought guys liked girls like that," Sarah ventured, feeling herself blush again and wishing she would just shut up.

  "Yeah, we do like her. We all like her." Miles chuckled. "But anyway, I'm glad she's off somewhere because it gave me a chance to fill in, and I was hoping to meet you."

  Sarah smiled shyly. "I'm Sarah," she said and offered her hand.

  Miles took it and squeezed it softly, perhaps holding it a little longer than he was supposed to.

  "Nice to meet you, Sarah. Mind if I have some of this?" Miles asked, indicating the bottle of bubbly.

  "Oh! Of course! Please, sit down."

  "I'll have another bottle sent up later," Miles added and he turned another glass and filled it.

  "Cheers," he said and smiled, tipping the glass and taking a sip.

  Sarah watched him walk around the room touching things and moving others as if he was inspecting the job housekeeping had done. She wondered how old he was. He looked over forty, perhaps forty-five, and she felt her knees weaken a little at the thought of being with a man that age. She liked the wrinkles in his neck and the course little hairs that were touching his collar. His hands were large and they looked powerful. She imagined being handled by them - being caressed and undressed by them.

  He walked slowly around behind her and she felt his arm brush against her back. She turned her head but didn't look up at him and he casually stepped around and sat down on the coffee table in front of her. He looked up and she met his eyes, confused and suddenly aware of the cool sea breeze between her legs.

  He took a moment to speak, slowly looking her up and down. "You know, old Harry the gardener was watching you at the beach this afternoon," he said as if he was talking about the weather, and Sarah's heart stopped beating as a flurry of warm little tingles swarmed from all over her body and exploded deep in the centre of her belly.

  She couldn't respond to what he'd said. She just stared down at his head as he placed his glass on the coffee table. He then looked up at her again, with a smile she couldn't quite fathom. And his hands moved up behind her knees and he softly stroked up the back of her thighs.

  Miles could see she had already submitted.

  "He said you let some old guy feel you up," he went on, slowly stroking back down and then feeling up a little further until his fingers brushed the bare lips of her pussy.

  Sarah's hand moved to his hair. It was an involuntary action, more to steady herself than to encourage him, but in that she clawed her fingers into his scalp.

  Miles slipped his right hand up the back of her thigh again and that time he parted her labia and ran the tip of his finger through the soft damp opening.

  "So I was wondering if your fiancé knows that other men are allowed to feel your tits.

  “Does he know that?" he asked, slicing his finger tip through her folds again.

  Sarah shook her head. "No he doesn’t know," she uttered, rolling her hips and trying to force more contact with the older man’s fingers.

  He looked down at her legs. His face was level with her crotch and he softly blew against her thighs, holding her hip with his left hand, and with his right he still gently worked her slippery folds but without allowing his fingers to penetrate.

  He looked up at her again. Her eyes were closed and bubbly dripped from her fingers where they were clutching the stem of the glass. He lowered his head and spoke into the hem of her little nightie. "You know? They say an engaged woman's juices are even sweeter."

  Sarah gripped his head and willed him closer. She needed more.

  "Is it true, Sarah? Should I taste you and see?" he went on, kissing her tiny patch of hair with the hem of her little nightie lifting upon his nose.

  He extended his tongue and cut the tip of it through her, tasting the hot fluid that was seeping from her, and very softly licking into her folds.

  She tensed and her body shuddered. Her hand pressed firmly against the back of his head and bubbly slurped
onto the carpet next to him.

  Miles went to work on her. He slid down off the coffee table and edged his shoulder between her legs. He turned his head all the way around so he could eat her without touching her clit. He could see it was swollen and ripe for attention but he wanted to taste her first and he tongued her folds slowly and deliberately while she writhed down against his face.

  He worked her until she started to pant and then he turned his head again and sucked on her clit hard while forcing two fingers up her. And he then started fucking her with his fingers, with her juices virtually gushing into his mouth, and he only stopped sucking her swollen little button long enough to swallow.

  Her inner-walls were loose and open but they soon began to clamp around him so he forced his fingers as far up her as he could and lapped greedily at her clit until her entire body tensed and then convulsed. And he held her firmly while she came. He lifted his head to her belly and pressed it there while she clung to it, and he kept his fingers firmly up inside of her while holding her around the waist with his other arm.

  He held her until she came down and then he carefully removed his fingers from her and sat back up on the coffee table with her body rocking against him.

  The glass was still clutched in her hand. It was empty and resting upon his shoulder. Her other hand was still in his hair and her soft little fingers were twirling absently.

  He held her like that for a moment then he looked up from her belly. "I'm going to fuck you now," he said to her.

  "Okay," Sarah uttered softly.

  Miles took her hand and led her to the bedroom. She followed with her mind still floating around somewhere. He took the glass off her and sat her on the bed then started taking his shirt and shoes off.

  “Take that off and let me see your tits," he said, and Sarah felt herself blushing.

  In spite of what had just happened she felt shy about exposing herself completely but she did as he had said. She peeled her little nightie off and at his insistence she edged back and laid down across the middle of the bed.