Holiday Sex Antics
By May More
Sometimes you just cannot account for things that make you laugh out loud but embarrass you to the core. Such a thing happened to me the year before last while my man 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 break on a Greek island was an added bonus.
Our studio room boasted a great view of the sea, but the bed itself was overlooked (through the window) by the roof of a building outside. So if someone was standing on the roof they would see straight in and indeed view the double bed in its entirety. But why would anyone be on the rooftop in the middle of the day? 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 of my feet to the corner posts at the bottom. He came up to the top and kissed me while tying my hands above 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.
Kneeling naked beside me he began to stroke and caress my skin, relaxing and exciting me all at once. Then 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 cunt’s 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 very hot day and the windows were open. I closed my eyes as a third strike landed unforgivingly across my waist.
Suddenly 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 around and again whipped 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.
Sex on holiday was proving even better than at home – if that was possible. His tongue continued to flick over the tender skin between my legs. Moving to face me he 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 watching us!” he hissed.
I immediately shut my eyes and squirmed with embarrassment. I was lying on top of the sheet, tied to the bedposts. Any attempts he made to cover me were hopeless.
Finally, he put shorts on and covering my length with the sarong began to untie my ankles and wrists. All the while explaining that at the very moment he began fucking my mouth he had seen a man, broom in hand enjoying the view through our window. Later, we realised he was actually whitewashing the rooftop, 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. Under the shield of the sheet, we dozed on the bed theorising about what he would be telling his friends that evening at the local bar.
– May More
About the author
I started writing fiction at the end of last year and am really enjoying using my deviant imagination to create erotic tales. Occasionally I pen some more earnest articles when I feel a topic is worth discussing. I very much try and put across that life is all about the choices we make.
I write because from the moment I started my blog I couldn’t stop myself. But what is a writer without an audience? My blog enables my readers to find me and comment. That makes me happy.