–In our conversation the previous night he confided in us that he had never had oral sex – given or received. His wife thought it was disgusting. We both felt bad for him and my husband, in his inebriated state, asked the female bartender if she would give him a blow job – “somebody has to” I shouted out. She, and everyone in the bar laughed hard but she declined and said that she’d ask around for volunteers. She, and the others in the bar did just that for the next hour to anyone that came in, female and male, much to the thorough embarrassment of our poor nerd friend. There were no takers.—
So right then and there I decided that I was going to be that “somebody.” We had just fucked so why not, plus I kind of owed it to him after having so much fun at his expense the night before…right? I pulled him into the room by his dick and pushed him into a sitting position at the end of the bed and took off my shirt. I dropped down to my knees, guided his hands to my tits and began licking his balls and shaft. I took him into my mouth determined to give him my best. I sucked and licked and bobbed and after just a few minutes he started bucking wildly and came in my mouth. At the same time he pinched one of my nipples a bit too hard and I almost burned his stomach with my cigarette that was still between my fingers (which I remember thinking would be a tough thing to explain to his wife).
I swallowed as much as I could and then got to my feet and stood in front of him, my pussy in his face. He looked up and I could tell he didn’t know what to do next. I thought about giving him a lesson on how to GIVE oral sex but decided that it would take to long and I had to get back to my husband.
I went out one balcony and grabbed my bikini bottom and his shorts and whisked into the bathroom dropping the shorts on the floor at his feet on the way by. Once there I dried his cum off of my chin and chest and some that had started to leak out of my pussy. I put on my bottom and headed out the door, not bothering with the shirt. I remember telling him as I went by, sill sitting on the bed with his flip-flops on and nothing else, “Why don’t you come down in a little while and join us at the pool. Close up on the way out.”
I went down stairs and stopped at the bar. While it seemed to be OK to be topless at the pool, the bartender and others in the bar gave me a look when I walked in, breasts on display. It was actually a public establishment that was attached to the resort. I had a seat at the bar and ordered a shot of rum, which I hoped would both serve to kill the smell and taste of his cum on my breath and calm my nerves, which despite the marijuana, were on edge from the reality of what had just happened. A local man who I did not recognize as a resort guest, immediately sat beside me, offered me a cigarette and to pay for my drink. I accepted the smoke but turned down the drink offer and told the bartender to charge it to my room. He knew me so fortunately I didn’t have to disclose our room number in front of this stranger. I downed the shot and then relaxed and smoked my cigarette while I politely rejected the advances of this 20 something local boy. I couldn’t help but ponder the last 20 minutes – I had just fooled around on my husband with someone I had only known for three days. Now I was sitting at a public bar, in only a cum soaked bikini bottom no less, chatting with a complete stranger who was probably not much older than my kids, trying his damnest in broken english, to pick me up and had his eyes glued to my exposed boobs the entire time. I had had a couple of one night stands in college before I met my husband, but I had never felt more like a slut than I did at that moment. Not only was I not ashamed, I felt exhilarated. This old soccer mom had laid one younger man and could easily have this one as well. His hard-on was practically busting through his shorts. What would the church ladies think? My co-workers would freak!