We were on holiday, out of season, in Portugal. We had been out for a pleasant meal and enjoyed a few glasses of red wine so were in a good mood. On the way back to our apartment we stopped at a bar for a final drink to round off the evening. It was quiet, to say the least, with only a few other people drinking.
We ordered and sat outside enjoying the warm evening. A guy seemingly on his own a few tables away started a conversation. The usual: where are you from, how long are you here for etc. I left it to my husband to feed him the answers and didn’t really take much interest.
A few minutes later I heard him say: “Is it alright if I join you? Save me shouting. Be more friendly”. With that he got up and moved over to our table. I’m not sure if my husband nodded his assent but before I knew it, we were now a three.
He introduced himself as Rob and as the conversation flowed, we found out he owned an apartment in the block where we were staying. He was over for three months as he disliked the English winters. He was certainly a lively character regaling us with stories of his rather colourful life. We ordered more drinks, and I noticed he was certainly checking me out. I pulled my dress down when I noticed it had started to ride up my leg which prompted a comment from Rob: “Oh don’t do that, leave it. I was enjoying the view of those gorgeous pins. If you do want to move your dress, move it up, not down.” He let out a loud laugh and added “I’m sure your husband doesn’t mind me enjoying the view, do you Tom?”
I glanced at Tom who looked like a rabbit in the headlights and didn’t respond. Rob didn’t leave it though: “Yes or no Tom? I like to know where I am when meeting new couples”
Tom laughed nervously and said: “They’re Louise’s legs so I’ll leave it to her what she does.”
That annoyed me because Tom could easily have said no and that would have been the end of it. Instead, the focus was back on me, normally I would have ended the conversation, finished my drink and left but …. I didn’t.
I looked at Rob, taking a proper look at him for the first time. He was a big, solid guy, with a presence about him. He was probably early 50’s, still a full head of hair, nice tan, blue eyes, muscular build for sure. Certainly not sore on the eyes (and he knew it) and he had a cheeky way about him that was difficult not to like.
I left my dress showing some leg and said rather flirtily: “Let’s see how the mood takes me.”
That seemed to amuse Rob as he leaned over to give my knee a squeeze and gently nudge my dress a bit further up my leg. I saw him wink at Tom and again my husband failed to visibly respond.
“Let’s see if we can get you in the right mood then Louise so we can have a fun evening. That alright with you Tom?
My husband nodded and I just raised my eyebrows in surprise that Tom seemed to have no qualms about this guy.
Rob then turned the temperature up a notch turning the conversation to sex. Asking Tom what I was like in bed, could he keep me satisfied. I noticed Rob was nearly always looking at me as he spoke to Tom, only glancing at him when Tom was giving an answer. Not that there was much in terms of an answer. Apparently, I’m ‘lovely’ in bed and Tom was sure he kept me fully satisfied. Rob raised his eyebrows at both answers before responding, still looking at me. “Lovely, what sort of answer is that? Is she aggressive, submissive, noisy, talkative – that’s the sort of answer, not bloody lovely. I can see she’s lovely, but I want to know what turns her on.”
“Oh sorry” was the only response from my husband.
Rob then turned to me and said: “Does he satisfy you then? You can be honest, we’re all friends here.”
Friends, I thought, I haven’t known the guy an hour and apparently, we’re already friends. “Yes, he’s fine, no complaints”. I replied.
A big laugh erupted from our new ‘friend’ at that response. “No complaints, hardly a ringing endorsement is it. Have you got anything to compare him too anyway? A woman like you should be getting his complete attention every day, ready to provide and meet your every need. You do that Tom?”
Before Tom could I answer I finally pulled myself together and asked if we could change the subject otherwise, we would need to leave.
Rob smiled and winked at me. “Sure, let’s take a break but I want answers from you both at some stage. Honest answers as well. That’s what friends are for, isn’t it?”
We sat in silence for a few moments, but I could still feel Rob’s eyes on me. I was flushed, and it wasn’t just the wine. This guy had seemingly got to both of us in next to no time and I sensed we needed to make a quick escape before he ensnared us further with his charm.
“Shall we make a move then Tom? Think I’m ready for bed.”
“I bet you are.” Rob was in with answer before the words had hardly left my mouth. “Hey, why don’t you guys come back to my apartment, the views are amazing, and I’ve got plenty of drink to keep the evening going. Plenty of time for bed later. How about it Tom?”
“Ok, maybe just the one, if Louise is tired.” Tom replied, looking down, not seemingly wanting to catch my eye.
Another loud roar from Rob at that reply. “She said she was ready for bed, no mention of sleep. You need to be better at picking up on the messaging mate. No wonder you’re not keeping her satisfied.”
“I am. I do.,” stuttered Tom.
“If you say so, mate, not what your wife’s eyes are telling me but hey, what do I know” Rob seemed in his glory making Tom squirm. I couldn’t believe it to be honest. Tom was never one to back down normally but with this guy he seemed so in …. well in awe, almost. It was weird.
When I got out of my chair I stumbled slightly, not sure if it was the drink or the scrambled brain from what whirlwind had struck us in the last half hour. Rob was there to offer a hand, not where I would normally expect a helping hand (my arse), but it did get me moving in the direction of our apartments.
The fact that he kept it on my rear for all the walk back seemed a bit overkill, but he insisted that he only wanted to get me safely back to his apartment in one piece. I must admit his hand did feel good. It wasn’t an idle hand either it surveyed every inch of my arse and quite a bit beyond. Fortunately, he kept it outside my clothing, but did whisper he would be exploring more later.
Tom was walking beside us so could see all that was going on and made no objection. Indeed, Rob kept asking Tom if everything was ok and to speak up, if not. Tom remained tight lipped which seemed to encourage Rob’s hands to explore further afield.
In the lift to his apartment, Rob stood behind rubbing himself against me. I admit, I was quite pleased that I seemed to be having a positive effect on him if the hard object in his trousers was a stiff cock.
It’s amazing how a few drinks always relax and yet at the same time make me energetic and horny. I’d certainly had more than a few drinks by now and thinking about it so had Tom. I always teased Tom about being a bit of a lightweight on the drink front so maybe it was the alcohol consumption that was making him so acquiescent to Rob.
The apartment was impressive, well-furnished with great views over the sea. Rob led me straight out through the sliding doors onto a sizeable balcony, pushing me firmly against the glass balustrade. His cock felt even harder as he ground against my arse.
“Are you ok?” Rob whispered in my ear. “I’m going to keep pushing you both until you say stop. Let’s get a drink and see how things go and then I want to get a better view of what you have hidden under that dress.”
He steered me back inside; Tom had obviously been watching us from the lounge, but quickly took a seat as we entered the large open plan room. Rob went to get drinks, and I stood there looking at my husband, but not speaking. Tom didn’t want to make eye contact, so no words were exchanged before a red wine was thrust into my hand by the returning Rob.
He guided me to a large sofa opposite to Tom and sat down next to me moving closer despite the large space available on the sofa. He ran his left hand over my shoulders, giving me goosebumps, before pushing his hand under my hair and caressing my neck. I couldn’t help but give out an involuntary groan. Rob smiled at the reaction. He looked at Tom and asked if it was okay to give me a kiss as he’d been wanting to taste me since he first set eyes on me.
Tom was visibly squirming in his seat but seemed incapable of speaking.
“Tom, I’m waiting and more importantly your wife is waiting. Yes or no it’s a simple enough. “Rob was even closer now and I could feel his breath in my ear. I was looking intently at Tom unsure what answer I wanted.
“It’s up to Louise” my husband finally spluttered out an answer.
I heard Rob tut tut in my ear and then explained to Tom “It’s your decision I want, she’s gagging for it, can’t you see? I can smell her, and I haven’t even started yet. Let a real man work her over and you can watch and learn.”
I went to reply but Rob put his finger to my lips to silence me. I saw Tom nod and finally look up in attempt to show some backbone.
“Thanks, now that wasn’t so difficult, was it?” Rob kissed my neck before turning my head towards him. His lips covered mine and a firm squeeze of my left breast through my dress brought a loud groan from me and an opportunity for Rob’s tongue to drive into my mouth. It was like nothing I had encountered before. He was trying to get his tongue down my throat, and I felt like I was in one of those Mario Salieri films - it was all consuming.
I felt the zip on the back of my dress come down and in a flash my arms were free, and the dress was at waist level. Rob’s right hand pushed inside my half cup bra roughly kneading my left breast. His fingertips ran around my nipple before his head descended and took the teat between his teeth, biting it gently sending an electric current right through my body. He than began sucking hard as his left hand unclasped my bra pulling it away from my body. With my top half now bare he shifted to my right tit and gave that similar treatment. I looked across to Tom, he was rubbing his cock through his trousers, watching intently as the action unfolded. I felt Rob shift and then felt his hand on the inside of my knee. He squeezed my skin and then ran his hand up and down my inner thigh sometimes firmly other times as light as a feather. It was sending my senses into overdrive. My legs were wide open pushing my pelvis towards him as I wanted more from his searching hand.
As he continued his exploration Rob looked over at Tom and I saw him grin. “Ok Tom? Got a good view there? Get your cock out if you want. Show Louise how hard you get watching her with another man. Nothing to be ashamed of. Do you want to take her knickers off and get her ready for me?”
As he said this his fingers ran gently across my aching pussy. I felt myself spasm at even the slightest touch. His strong fingers began exploring, delving into my knickers, through my pubes (oh I wished I’d had a trim earlier) before running through my wet lips.
Another positional shift gave Rob better access, and I then felt his fingers drive into my pussy. I didn’t realise how wet I was but the sound of his fingers in my squelching cunt sent to me to yet another new high.
“Tom. Knickers. Now,” commanded Rob and like some errant schoolboy my formerly macho husband duly scrambled across the floor and began easing my white lacy knickers down my legs. It took some time because Rob’s exploring fingers resulted in my legs flailing all over the place, at one time, I think I even kicked Tom in the face.
Finally, they were off, and Rob told Tom to give me a kiss. My husband went to stand up, but Rob told him to stay where he was and get his tongue inside my pussy as he pulled his fingers from my well satisfied hole. Rob tasted my juices from his fingers before giving me (I think) the best French kiss of my life. To taste myself as this virtual stranger devoured me whilst my husband was licking the essence from my swollen lips sent me over the edge (again).
I was exhausted already but I knew that unless Tom called time there was a long night ahead of me. I hoped and prayed that he wouldn’t do that as I really wanted to enjoy the main course.
Part 2 to follow.
