My body took over and instinctively I started to thrust forward with Martina’s fingers encircling the base of my cock and the rest of her hand caressing my balls. I knew I was at the point of no return and my scream of ‘CUMMING’ was stifled by Andrea’s hand on my mouth and with exquisite timing she thrust back against me and my cock slid deep into her hole and pumped away deep inside her. The two girls had me clamped tightly between their bodies as my virginity disappeared over the horizon.
I was still shuddering as I felt gentle kisses on my face and shoulders at the same time. I could feel my body slowly start to relax and the pressure of the bodies holding me eased as well. As we moved apart and I saw the smiles of joy on their faces they both laughed and did a high five. As we stood I struggled to stop my eyes from watering with the exhilaration and the girls just came to me and we had a three way hug for a moment. If anyone was watching I don’t know what they would have thought.
Andrea took hold of my wrist and looked at my watch. She indicated that they had to go. It was a bit of a come down but I knew they had a plane to catch in the morning.
They dressed and picked up the blanket and we had one last hug before they turned to go. I heard a noise of a moped starting in the distance as the girls walked away.
I walked slowly back to my hotel and my mind was in a whirl of remembering all the first’s that had happened on this holiday. I slept really well that night and awoke for my last day in Kardamena.
I walked to ‘our’ beach with a slightly heavy heart. I could see the beds had been rearranged into the three groups of two from a distance away and the old couple were stood by their moped. They had the windbreaks rolled up and tied so they could carry them away.
I walked over to pay for my bed to see two beaming faces. It wasn’t the first time that had puzzled me. I took some notes out of my pocket and offered them to the old lady. She waved my hand away with a little laugh as she said in perfect English ‘We had a good night..no’.
I now understood the reasoning for the small camp light the girls had placed on the ground the previous night. It wasn’t to just help us to see……but to help us be seen.
As the old man started his moped his wife came over and handed me a folded sheet of paper. I looked at it as she walked away. Neatly written were two e-mail addresses. I smiled to myself. Perhaps my holiday story wasn’t completely over.