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Standard disclaimer: This story contains adult language and explicit
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sexual situations and is NOT intended for minors. If you are a minor or
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offended by material of a sexual nature, do not continue reading.
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Copyright, 1996 By Cindy. Comments to cyntil8ing@aol.com
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What I Did On My Summer Vacation
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Eight years ago, when my daughter was almost a year old, my in-laws told
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us to take the keys for their condo in Cancun, leave the baby with them
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and take a week's vacation. My husband is an avid golfer, and though I
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don't particularly care for playing the game, I enjoy playing caddie and
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driving the cart around.
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We were quite close with his cousin Neal and his wife Patty and we
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invited them to go with us. Since Neal was also a golfer, I would be
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relieved of caddie duty, and could lounge at the pool.
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When we arrived at the condo, we opened the door and all came to a dead
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stop in the doorway. It wasn't a condo at all, it was a basic hotel
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room. One room, with two double beds. Oh shit, I thought to myself.
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My first 'real' vacation in years, and absolutely no privacy.
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The first day or two, we had a great time. We all went out on the golf
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course early one morning, and spent the afternoons playing in the surf,
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or lounging by the pool sipping drinks with umbrellas in them. We went
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to see some Mayan ruins, and one afternoon, we went snorkeling. At
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night, we found little out of the way restaurants, enjoying some of the
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best seafood I've ever had. I still fondly recall the Red Snapper I had
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one night while we sat on a dock on the lagoon side, watching them catch
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our dinner a few feet away. After dinner, we went to the lounge at one
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of the big hotels, dancing for hours.
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As we sat at the table, all of us pleasantly buzzed, I felt my husband's
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hand creeping up my thigh under the table. I looked at him out of the
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corner of my eye, smiling. His fingers wandered further up, to the edge
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of my panties. I started squirming a bit in my seat. It seemed like he
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teased me like this forever. I know I was blushing, in fact Neal teased
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me for being drunk because my face was so red.
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Finally, my husband brought up what everyone was thinking. "Um guys,"
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he began. "Would you be offended if Cindy and I took our leave, and
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asked you to hang out here for a while? Then, when you get back, we'll
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take a long walk on the beach."
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I think we all breathed a big sigh of relief. They shooed us out and we
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scurried back to the room. I can't say that our lovemaking that night
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was slow and languorous like I prefer, and I admit I had one ear
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listening constantly for the door. But still, by the time they
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returned, we were both satisfied and smiling. We took a long, slow,
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romantic walk on the beach that night, and when we returned, Neal and
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Patty were asleep.
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The room only had one bathroom, and with four of us, we were forced to
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share. Each evening, before dinner, my husband and I would take our
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showers, then Neal and Patty. It was so nice that the shower was nice
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and big, even having a small seat in it. I remember sitting on the edge
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of the seat, my legs hanging over his shoulders as he knelt in front of
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me, licking and sucking me while I tried desperately not to moan too
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loudly. Afterward, we traded places, and I knelt with the water beating
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on my back using my mouth and hands to bring him to a quiet, but
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definitely pleasurable orgasm.
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Other days, Neal and Patty would shower first, leaving us time to
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hurriedly make love on the bed. While having the bed was nice, the
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urgency made it a little less than satisfying.
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One night, after Neal and Patty were asleep, I was almost asleep when I
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felt his lips on the back of my neck, and his hand on my hip. I lifted
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my head, letting him slide his arm underneath and reach around for my
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breast. Very slowly and very quietly, he used his fingers to bring me
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to two wonderful, but once again painfully quiet orgasms. I turned over
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as quietly as I could, reaching for his cock in his underwear. He was so
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hard, leaking precum all over the place; his underwear almost sopping.
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I managed to get his underwear off, and stroke his cock. He came all
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over his underwear and then shoved them under the bed. In the morning,
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he had to lie there, waiting for Patty to go into the bathroom, before
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slipping into his shorts. We both forgot about the underwear, and for
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all I know, it's still lying there, waiting to be discovered by my in-
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laws. He he he.
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So, while the week wasn't one of overwhelming passion, and late mornings
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lying in bed making love, it was still very nice. We got to the airport
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to go home, and we waited, and waited. First, our flight was delayed
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for one hour, then two. All in all, we spent about six hours sitting in
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the airport, before the airline told us that they were canceling the
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flight and would put us up at a hotel. Oh no, I thought, not another
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night. I missed my daughter and was ready to go home.
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The airline sent a bus to take us to the hotel. It was a different one
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than the one we stayed in, and was much nicer. But the best thing was
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that my husband and I got our own room! It was about 3:00 in the
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afternoon when we got to the hotel. We made plans to meet Neal and
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Patty for dinner at 7:00. We got to the room and put our bags down.
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"Look at that!" I whispered.
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"What?" he asked, looking all around.
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"There's only one bed!" I giggled, sitting on it and bouncing. "We're
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alone. No one to listen for. And four wonderful hours before we have
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to be anywhere."
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We took our time, making slow, beautiful love twice over the next 3 1/2
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hours. It was so incredibly wonderful to lie naked on the bed, not
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worrying about being overheard, or walked in on.
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Finally, ravenously hungry, we showered, dressed, and went down for
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dinner. I think Neal and Patty were as relaxed as we were, because we
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got along fabulously at dinner, having a really good time. After
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dinner, we went right back to our room, telling them we'd see them in
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the morning.
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Back in the room, I was flipping through the TV channels when I came
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upon an adult channel. Naturally, being my voyeuristic self, I put the
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remote down and started to watch. I think I even unconsciously started
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stroking my breasts. He came out of the bathroom, stopped cold, and
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looked at me with the most delightfully wicked grin I have ever seen.
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Twice more that evening we made love, not the slow, languorous love of
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that afternoon, but hot, pounding, grunting, fucking each other's brains
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out. Finally, exhausted, we fell asleep.
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About 3:00 in the morning, I woke to hear the sound of a woman moaning.
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I realized that we had fallen asleep with the TV on. I rolled over and
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snuggled into him. He stirred a bit, his arm wrapping around me.
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Deciding to go for it one more time, I ducked under the covers, licking,
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stroking, and sucking his poor exhausted cock. To my utter amazement,
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he got hard quickly, rocking his hips back and forth, slowly fucking my
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mouth.
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"Hold that thought baby," I said to him, appearing from under the
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covers, and getting up. I pulled the blanket off the bed and headed for
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the balcony. I opened the door, and went out. We were about 6 floors
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up, and there was nothing going on down below. I didn't see a soul.
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However, our balcony was right next to the outdoor stairs. Anyone
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coming up those stairs couldn't have missed seeing us. So, being a bit
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modest, though I don't now know why I expected someone to catch us at
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3:00 am, I draped the comforter over the side of the balcony. It
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prevented someone coming up the stairs from automatically seeing us, but
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if they were tall, or stood on their tiptoes, they could have seen the
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full show. I stretched out on the lounge chair and waited for him to
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join me.
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Now, this being a true story, and not a fantasy, I have to admit that we
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were both about worn out. We tried for a while, switching positions,
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using mouths, hands, and fingers, but neither of us could cum again.
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But still, it was wonderful out there, the hot humid August air
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caressing our skin, and the thought of someone catching us, made it
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great just the same.
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If you enjoyed this story, first of all, let me know! I love comments.
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And, you can read others, written by me and some of my friends at
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http://members.aol.com/cyntil8ing
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