Hello again, James and Elizabeth continuing relaying our first experience from our first contribution on 17 Oct.

Recommend you read that first, as we aren’t careful enough to make this entirely stand alone.

We left off with Elizabeth taking our tale as far as James going for his afternoon scuba session and she went upstairs, put on her rather special bikini ( yes the one in the photos) and wrap, and returning to the pool bar to meet Mike, with whom, after the previous days events in the spa there was now a clear understanding that intimacy was a definite likelihood.

Liz continues......

I was very very nervous......yesterday had been incredibly exciting, but almost entirely under control, even when kissing and fondling with Mike in the sauna. This felt a different kettle of fish altogether. We don’t know how experienced or familiar with “playing with others” you readers are, but I find it difficult to express the churn of emotions running through me. I was genuinely shaking as I prepared to leave the room. James was already at his scuba session, I felt suddenly quite alone and out of my depth. On the one hand I was telling myself that at any stage I could withdraw, that meeting Mike for lunch was an innocent, almost innocuous, thing to do with a “friend”, but then catching sight of myself in the mirror, even with a semi-transparent beach wrap, I could see the lie to my “conscience”.... a very skimpy bikini ( I had no idea just how see through it would later become when it was wet), refreshed make up, and even some little heels...I was dressed for effect and was kidding myself. Still I was shaking......what if I made a fool of myself, what if it was awful, what if I chickened out, what if, what if , what if.

The most powerful emotion I had whilst walking along the corridor and in the lift ( elevator) was that EVERYONE. must be able to see right through me. I was initially alone in the lift, but after a floor or two of descent, it stopped. Christ I couldn’t swallow or breathe....ridiculous obviously...but right then and there, I was absolutely terrified and convinced that I would die of shame and had a sign on my head “ HARLOT”........or “ THIS WOMAN IS PLANNING SEX WITH SOMEONE ANY MINUTE NOW” I would love to say I felt excited aswell....but I didn’t. I was terrified.

Honestly, I almost turned and ran back to my room a dozen times and can’t sally remember a thing between the other person getting into the lift and walking into the bar. I do know that I went to the ladies in the hotel foyer....I didn’t do anything, just stood and fussed in my bag for about 20 years. Anyway, I kind of came round a few paces into the pool bar....having walked across the pool deck and around the main sunbathing area in a complete trance, desperately avoiding any eye contact with anyone. I saw Mike sat at the bar, he stood up, smiled, and beckoned me over. I walked around a few tables, reached him and could hardly speak..........my throat was knotted. I smiled, he kissed my cheek, I kind of half-heartedly air-kissed him, and he ordered me a drink. He very wisely said nothing for a few moments, chatting to the bar man and this gave me a few moments to collect my thoughts. By the time he turned to me, a few minutes had passed, he smiled lots and asked if I was ok.....I don’t really remember the conversation, other than lots of compliments and at one stage he leaned in and whispered how stunning he thought I looked.

Anyway.....we moved to a table and began lunch. I relaxed and loosened up about half way down my second White Russian and began to feel properly in the moment and excited at what was happening. I could sense the change in me and started to be a little more touchy freely, and expansive, touching Mike’s forearm, and lingering, brushing our thighs together, that kind of thing. At one stage he stopped talking and grinned and said conspiratorially “ I see you’re beginning to enjoy this at last” and glimpsed down pointedly.....I knew immediately what he meant....my nipples had hardened and were tingling beneath the fine soft material of my wrap and bikini, and are really sensitive when they are hard and the slightest motion would send little tingles through them as the material pressed or moved against them.

We were finishing lunch and I said that I thought we should get to the spa as swiftly as possible, perhaps to continue where we left off the day before. He very calmly looked me right in the eye and said “ I disagree. I think we should get a bottle of wine and head straight upstairs” I was little shocked and stayed silent. He said that he would collect another bottle of wine and head straight up, told me his room number and said “ I will leave the door undone, just walk straight in”

Well, I have to say....as I stopped off int he ladies to touch up my make up and walked to the lifts, I felt none of the hesitation or timidity that I had experienced earlier. I was on cloud 9. I could feel myself becoming more and more turned on and excited as the lift climbed. I almost scampered along the corridor. His door was ajar. I did knock quietly but slipped straight in. He was on his balcony pouring two glasses.

This won’t be a stroke by stroke account, I don’t remember it like that.

I do know, that the next 30 minutes or so was a blur. I can remember brief, vivid flashes, like mental photographs. I didn’t make it to the balcony. He walked in, we stood close as I took the glass, we kissed, kept kissing, arms, grabbed, glass gone where? No bikini, no clothes, bed, heavy weight in top of me, breathless, his gasping, pinned down, hair pulled down into the pillow, on my front, sharp brief main, unable to breathe, move over, let me do that, astride him, smothering him, choking for air, no, inside me, in me, yes, don’t worry.

Then waking up in his arms, naked, skin shining with sweat, his cock flaccid between us, the taste of him in my mouth, the scent of him breezing up from my tingling pushy and thighs.

I went to the loo, several unopened condom packets on the dresser, two full glasses of wine on the TV table. My bikini on the floor with my wrap and handbag. His shorts in the corner. The door still ajar.

I looked in the mirror and smiled. My lipstick was smeared and hair a complete mess. I could taste both of us around my lips and mouth. I rearranged my hair and makeup.

I walked back in and shook his shoulder and handed him a glass. Told him to get up and get dressed. Old him I wanted to continue exactly where we had left off yesterday. We both dressed. Within minutes we were walking to the lift. We were stood in the lift holding hands when the door opened and another couple walked in. He looked at my breasts in my bikini, poorly disguised by my wrap. I turned and kissed Mike full on the mouth.

We walked through the foyer, held hands cross the pool deck. All this moving had unsettled what had been deep inside me and I could feel that familiar sensation of warm liquid pleasure gently squeezing into my bikini. I kissed him again, more passionately, as we waited at the desk of the spa for our towels and keys. I could feel myself losing control and by the time the sauna door closed behind us I was kneeling between his thighs to pleasure him with my mouth for the second time that day. By the time we left the sauna and returned separately to our rooms, I had had sex with a man other than James for the first, second and third times in the space of only a few hours.

The photos of me in the special bikini.....we taken by Mike that afternoon in the hotel spa.