Bastille Day Ch. 01

We found our way to the water, observing that some other men weren't entirely unaroused. She murmured:

"See, just normal here."

"If their wives or girlfriends look like you, ... or look like you did."

"Um-hmm."

She gave me a sweet smile, and then we were in the water, not cool enough to immediately take the starch out of my penis. We waded out far enough to swim, leisurely side stroking, facing each other, and then returning, facing each other on our other sides. When we had our feet back on the ground, she smiled, and I smiled, and then were standing closer than we had been in the bathroom. Our hands found each other, then all four of them, her breasts almost touching my chest.

I wondered if she wanted to kiss; we sure were close enough to, and squeezing each other's hands. But she didn't tilt her head the way I expected, just smiling very slightly as she looked in my eyes. After a moment she murmured:

"I want to sleep in your bed tonight."

Of course, I wanted her to, having anticipating that we eventually would, but surprised - pleasantly surprised - by her direct approach. But that didn't save me from replying:

"With me?"

She snorted with a grin, nodding, her nipples touching my chest.

"Whom else?"

I grinned and remarked:

"As stupid as that kid."

"Um-hmm" she agreed, still grinning. She still didn't look like she expected a kiss.

"And I'm supposed to lie in the sun thinking about that."

"I thought it would make it easier; it was so obvious that we've both been thinking about it; that we - you especially - could relax, that we didn't have to keep talking around it."

"But it was so nice."

"Very. Hm-hmm! I was already thinking about it last night, almost did this morning."

"Come and jump in my bed?"

"Um-hmm! Without my bottom on."

"That sure would have surprised me, but this is better, also a surprise."

"Um-hmm, a little for me too, that I said it."

"I was wondering how I could."

"It wouldn't have mattered how, if you had."

We grinned again, and she rubbed her nipples on my chest. I snorted and said:

"Stop that, or people could think that we already have, ... maybe are."

"Hm-hmm! Okay, till tonight."

"I'm a little out of practice."

"Me too, but we have lots of time."

"Um-hmm, but maybe we should swim a little first."

With a snort, she let go of my hands and found my penis. It wasn't really stiff, more just floating. She snorted again, and I did, murmuring:

"Actually, more like this morning, when I had to get up."

"And had to go to the bathroom?"

"Um-hmm, and wondering if you knew about that."

"Um-hmm, if I can admit to so much experience."

"Want me to?"

"That would be something new. Okay."

As my warm urin streamed against her hand, she snickered with a smirk, and then asked:

"Want me to, too?"

"If you have to?"

I held my hand down under her pussy. She opened her thighs a little, and hummed once, and then I felt her warm stream, the contrast to the cooler water. I brought my hand right up against her pussy. She snorted and murmured:

"All warm, ... of course, funny, ... nice, ... not quite sure why."

"Me neither."

"Done it before?"

"No, just occurred to me, having to go, and you holding it."

"Hmm! Well, now, I think we can show ourselves on the beach again."

"Um-hmm. ... Hmm? Never had anyone tell me they wanted to sleep with me."

"And I never have."

We snorted with smiles and walked hand in hand out of the water, squeezing hands, when we saw one or two other couples from the group notice us.

As we approached our towels, Sans-culotte met us - with a smile - and said that some of the group were going to have a drink at the bar on the beach, and that we didn't need to get dressed.

We picked up their things and followed him.

It was a little funny to be closer to strangers, some who were clothed, like the guys serving. The others from the group greeted us with smiles, but nothing to suggest that whatever they might have

observed or thought about us was remarkable. After a drink, when someone suggested that we maybe shouldn't overdo sunbathing the first day, a couple of the paler members agreed, including, of course, the very fair Kathleen from South Boston. Her roommate, James, nodded when she took his hand. When Marge's hand touched mine, I nodded without looking at her, and the few of us trooped back towards our hotel, like others, just wrapping our towels around us.

In our room again, we removed our towels, just smiling at each other. She remarked:

"Have to shower, all the sun lotion."

"Want to go first?"

"Or we can together."

"Since I rubbed it on, I guess I should wash it off."

"What I was thinking."

We smirked slightly at our oblique agreement. As we joined each other in the tub, she snorted and murmured:

"You can also wash off the sun lotion that I applied."

"You too."

We snickered and then almost competed to use the soap from the squirt bottle on the wall, without the least hesitation washing each other all over. She seemed to enjoy that I was uncircumcised. I certainly enjoyed her thoroughness, and also her appreciation that I didn't miss anywhere between between her pubic hair and the base of her spine. I hadn't done that before, but when she washed me that way, snorting with a smirk, I assumed that she expected me to reciprocate. It almost goes without saying that we chuckled and exchanged comments of "feels good."

We rinsed each other as thoroughly, she insisting on cold water and snorting with a grin when her nipples popped our, saying: "so I could say 'feels good' again." The cold water hampered her effort to give me reason to reply, but I said so anyway. We dried ourselves and returned to the room, looking at each other.

"Now what?" I asked.

"Nap? Talking?"

"If you want."

She nodded.

"My bed? ... Even if it isn't yet tonight."

She smiled with a nod. As we took the few steps to it, she snorted and said:

"Good thing you offered; I would have anyway."

"I suspected so, didn't want you to have start everything."

I threw back the covers and lay down, extending my arm, and she joined me, lying on her side with her head on my shoulder, after a moment, drawing her knee up on mine. For a few moments, we were silent, then I murmured:

"Nice."

"Real nice."

"Um-hmm, ... but I could almost really take a nap after the sun, jet lag."

"Um-hmm, me too, almost."

"'Almost', talk? What about?"

"How nice this is? Maybe like we were before?"

"That could keep me awake."

Her hand slid onto my stomach, and I then rubbed her back. She nodded slightly and asked:

"Can - may - I hold you?"

"And if I said no? Of course, just don't expect too much."

As her hand slid down, she murmured:

"I just want to hold, play with it a little; I like the way I can."

"As if I didn't notice in the shower."

"Um-hmm."

Her fingers picked up my relaxed penis and move my foreskin up and down:

"More fun than the others."

"I've always wonder what it's good for; for girls to play with."

"Um-hmm, and probably the boy too."

"Um-hmm, of any age."

"Hmm! Of course."

For a few moments she played with it until she could hold it in hand, then murmuring:

"That's better."

"Feels good, but if you want to talk ...."

"Just like this. Feels good in my hand too."

She held it up higher and moved her head to glance down for a moment, and then her hand was resting on me again, just moving a little. While I was wondering what I could say, she murmured:

"Tonight; what do you want to do?"

"Anything you want. ... I don't think I need to try anal."

"I don't either, ... but a little, like in the shower, that feels good too."

"Um-hmm, as I discovered."

"First time?"

"Not quite, tried it a little after seeing videos."

"Like me."

"Before someone else did?"

She nodded, then snorted and murmured:

"Then, well, ... oh, I kind of forget, when everything else is feeling good, I like that too."

"More than in the shower?"

She nodded again.

"I'll try to remember."

She nodded once more vigorously, then snorted and remarked:

"Or I might remind you. Anything you really like?"

"Hmm? I'll like you on top; I think it must be better for the woman to be able to do what she wants, since they usually need longer, ... better if they can control what's going on."

"Mmmm! Could have thought that you're so considerate. I agree; I'll like that."

I rubbed her back, and she squeezed my penis.

"Anything else?" she asked.

"I always wanted someone to go all the way, ... the other way," I added tentatively.

"Sucking your cock?" She moved her hand up and down a little further.

"Um-hmm."

"No one has, before? Oh, I shouldn't ask."

"Hm-umm. My wife never wanted to go all the way, and the two since then: didn't want to at all, or only might have, if I had made her come."

"Oh, you can make me come; that will be no problem."

"Oooh! I'll like that."

"And you will too."

"Mmmm! Like I mean?"

"Um-hmm."

"You like that?"

"Yes. All the way, before you ask."

"My wet dreams coming true!"

"Hm-hm-hmm! Really?"

"Not really, I've never had one, some close, but like I said before: boys of any ages ..."

"Hm-hmm! Honest."

"Why not? It's easy to be, with you."

"With you too."

I rubbed her back again. She let go of me and slid her hand down and gathered up my balls, fondling them in my loose scrotum. I hummed and murmured:

"Nice too."

"Um-hmm, real nice. ... Why didn't we talk so much - enough - about what we liked to do with our partners? Oh, I should have said 'I', not 'we'."

"But you were right - 'we'. I didn't either."

"Funny - not really 'funny' - you think you're in love and that will make it all good."

"Um-hmm, even if you don't think you're really in love, speaking for myself, ... but they didn't either."

"They didn't either."

"We might not have either, if we hadn't met as near strangers, sharing a room."

"And wanting to, ... well, in a situation that just made it the most obvious thing to happen."

"That's for sure, and especially nice that you sort of started."

"Did I?"

"I thought so. I wanted to, of course, but thought that if the man said anything first, it could put you in a bind, screw up the whole vacation."

"Sweet, gentleman. I don't think it would have."

"But still better that I didn't risk it, ... and charming how you did."

"Sweet again. Oh, I guess somehow I had the same feeling that you had, that I had to make it easier for you - to agree."

"Very easy, thank you."

She nodded, and her hand found my penis again, now all soft again. She snorted and murmured:

"Nice, start all over. I like it when it's like that, ... like when I'm doing that."

"Sucking my cock?"

"Um-hmmm!"

"Shouldn't ask, but when was the first time, then all the way?"

"Why not ask? First time, and all the way, when I was eighteen."

"Lucky guy!"

"Hmm! ... Um-hmm."

"I won't ask."

"I shouldn't tell."

"I didn't ask."

"Oh, I will, want to. You want to tell someone about it, and you're the best person."

"Nice that you think so, but I didn't ask."

"Hm-hmm! ... My brother, older."

"Hmm! Understand why you said you shouldn't tell."

"Shocked?"

"Probably not the only one, and from stories on Literotica, many others - brothers and sisters - have fantasized about it's happening."

"Um-hmm. That was sort of reassuring to discover."

"You don't have to tell me."

"But I want to, now, having admitted that."

"I am curious, of course!"

She turned her head up to give me a smile and the relaxed, hardly fondling my penis - "cock," as she called it. I wondered what she called her pussy.

"Oh, we didn't go all the way. He was twenty, and, of course, it was always nice having an older brother, and one that my classmates all thought was nice. I didn't always, but when we were fifteen and sixteen, before he went to college, and we were looking at boys differently - we girls - and not at the immature ones in our class, I began to agree with my classmates. Then he was away, except for vacations. And then I had my eighteenth birthday party. I'm still surprised that my parents left for the weekend, giving us the run of the house, but with him as chaperone."

"Maybe they thought it better not to know what was going on."

"I think you're right. Of course, we weren't supposed to drink, but we did, of course. He couldn't stop that, just couples getting in the dark and doing too much. And a couple of the girls were trying to make it hard for him. Hm-hmm! Maybe like that too."

She fondled my - her "cock" - and remarked:

"Well, probably more hard for him. Anyway, I guess he drank too, and then the party was over, and we were alone. Hmm? I'm not sure how it started, a little drunk, forgetting."

"But it did? Hm-hmm! Not to be fresh, but if you talked to him, like you have to me ..."

"Hmm! Wish I could remember. Anyway, whatever happened at first, at some point we had most of our clothes off."

"And you were making it hard for him?"

"Not like this, but it was, and he was making it 'feel good' for me. Yeah, well, we both liked it."

"A younger sister can be just as attractive as an older brother."

"I guess so. I wanted to be, and then we were doing everything but. And the next morning in his bed .... I liked that, that we had landed in his bed, like he had wanted to as much as I had. So there we were, gone too far to deny that we hadn't wanted to. He only complained a little, and I told him that I did not want to go all the way, but everything else. He accepted that, and we did."

"Nice brother."

"Um-hmm. Yeah, ... oh, this is really about my first time sucking cock."

"Um-hmm."

"Of course, I made him come, seeing it shoot way up on his chest. Can you do that?"

"What a question! Sometimes, still."

"Hm-hmm! Shouldn't have asked, but that's good. Tell."

"But don't forget to finish your story."

"I won't; too fun to tell, finally."

"Sure, I did it, before much came out."

"How old?"

"Twelve, thirteen."

"And then?"

"Then it got better, more semen in it, not that I had a word for it then."

"Mmmm! Big thick blobs."

"Hmm! Like your brother, just to remind you to finish your story."

"Um-hmm! And then?"

"Yes, well, too much to wipe up with underpants or a handkerchief and put in the laundry."

"Doing it three or four times a day."

"Just on weekends."

"Hm-hmm! And up on your chest?"

"Of course. Have to wonder about those guys in the videos that just dribble."

"Um-hmm, even when it's so much, but you can do it better?"

"Probably feels just as good - if they want to demonstrate on a chat site."

"But I like to see it shoot, ... and feel it in my muschi."

"Your 'muschi'?"

"German expression. 'Pussy' is all right, but I like 'muschi'. Hm-hmm! Probably from the guy who used it."

"Good reason; sure he liked it too."

"He did. Sounds sweet and personal. Pussy is a euphemism."

"More about the outside."

"Um-hmm. Muschi, maybe a familiar, diminutive of Möse, another word for it. Öse is the eye of needle, eyelet, grommet."

"Appropriate."

"Where were you?"

"Where were you?"

"With my brother, but you were telling how good you could do it, and that it was too much for the laundry. What did you do with it?"

Wiped it up and licked my fingers."

"Oh, so you know how it tastes?"

"Strange. Couldn't think of anything else to do with it, but, ... well, you know how tastes."

"Um-hmm! An acquired taste, like stinky cheese and oysters.

"Yeah, just became familiar, pleased - proud? - when it was a lot."

"Not the third or fourth time - on weekends."

"I won't ask how you know, but you're right."

"And how far?"

"Hm-hmm! Before girls, sometimes I used to try to hit my mouth."

"Oooh! And did you? I'm impressed."

"It was more a question of aiming than distance. Of course, I had to hold my head nearer."

"Hm-hmm! Must have been after you liked the taste."

"Just belonged to it; different, like muschis taste."

"Mine tastes good."

"I'm sure; don't they all? Don't tell me if you know!"

"Hm-hmm! ... I think other men agree with you."

"I'm sure yours does, will."

"Can you still do that, in your mouth?"

"Maybe, stopped aiming. Last week, way up on my shoulder."

"Mmmm! Maybe we have time to waste a shot and see if you can."

"Hmm? Maybe not, don't expect too much. Back to your brother: sucking your first cock, all the way."

"Yeah, well, so I was rubbing it around on his chest, and smelling it, and he said something about some girls tasting it. So I did. We know how it tastes the first time. I asked him why they did that. Then he told me about oral sex, as though he knew all about it. Of course he wanted me to. I had told him I wanted to do everything but, especially after he had told that boys did it too - to girls."

"A great incentive."

"Um-hmm! Especially after he said he would if I did. So I did, and he did."

"Lucky you, both of you."

"Very! Better than doing it with my fingers."

"But then you could do it better with them?"

"Oh yeah! And better for him, his fingers; he admitted that it was also his first time, both ways."

"Surprise?"

"Um-hmm. We did it a couple of times more. Hmm! Every time it looked like it could want me to."

"Hmm! Hm-hmm! A good way to keep from wanting to do more!"

"And he did too, keeping me from wanting to. More than a couple of times; parents only returned on Sunday, and my party had been Friday evening."

"That's delightful."

"We thought it was, telling each other that there was nothing wrong about it, since we hadn't gone all the way."

"And never again?"

"Hmm? You would have to ask."

"Then not, just remembering that you all were sunbathing in the nude."

"Um-hmm ..."

"'Um-hmm', what?"

"You weren't going to ask."

"Sorry, ... but you're making me curious."

"Should have just said 'no'."

"You didn't; why I'm curious.

"Of course, ... and not wrong."

"I won't ask."

Could I feel on my shoulder that her cheek was flushing? She fondled my very relaxed penis. She fondled it for a moment more and then murmured:

"I guess I lied a little before, about being out of experience."

"With him?"

"Um-hmm. Last weekend, Saturday, she went to pick up the kids, returning on Sunday. And we were naked, as usual, with her too. My last chance to sunbathe before we came here, arriving Friday evening. Yeah, I guess from habit, we went skinny dipping, even though the sun was setting; hot day. And like on other weekends, in the morning didn't get dressed for breakfast, since we all usually immediately went out to the pool. Her tan is better than mine."

"Sunning during the week?"

"Probably. So there we were alone, my brother and I. We swam and sunned till lunch, and then were in the kitchen."

"Like that time?"

"Just like that time, and I asked him if he remembered what we had done; no asked him if he remembered my birthday party. Oh, he did; I could see that, but he tried to hide it - not his cock - just joking that he suddenly had remembered that day."

"With his cock like that?"

"Um-hmm. Shit! I hadn't been with a man in months, and his cock was sticking out, ..."

"And you grabbed it?"

"You know me better than that! I didn't grab yours."

"Just asked politely if you could hold it."

"Um-hmm, but I'll admit that I wanted to."

"His or mine?"

"His; I knew I didn't have to just grab yours."

"True. I wouldn't have complained, just been surprised. And then?"

"So we both knew what I was thinking about, and his nice cock was belying anything he said. And I didn't let him forget, telling him how good it had been, that he had done it better than anything I had by myself. Oh, I didn't tell him, but then remembered how good it had been with his finger in me, one of his as big as two of mine ..."