Adultery A Slut Life - Part 3

I walked the path along the side of the pool area wearing sandals, a floppy hat, and large sunglasses in addition to the bikini. It was an interesting feeling as I looked into the pool area. Seeing the naked and semi-naked people casually active or sunning caused me to feel conservatively dressed in a bikini. When I approached the beach area, I had the same reaction. Many people were clothed in some form even if it was topless for some women. There were a number, however, who were fully naked, both men and women. I walked through the beach to the edge of the water where I stood, first looking out over the ocean, then gazing in both directions before looking back onto the beach. It was easy for my eyes to be drawn to those naked and I smiled to myself as I tried to imagine Harold here. What was he thinking to come here? What did he experience that allowed him to turn the corner of the loss of his wife and to feel that he could move on?

The resort might be small, but the expanse of beach was not. I slipped off the sandals and carried them as I walked at the edge of the gently lapping water. I had no intention or expectation. I was just allowing myself to becoming lost in the feeling of the tropics and being away from everything back home. I wanted to see if I could achieve what Harold had. I wanted to move forward, to leave the past behind. The warmth of the sun, the rhythmic sound of the waves, the humid, salt-laden air that could quickly put a sheen on my skin, and the expanse of water and endless horizon all worked to open and free the soul. I had soon left the resort beach far behind but the beaches seemed endless, passing into public beach, then another resort evident ahead. All the while it seemed to contain a steady stream of people of a similar mindset as myself: just strolling, just being. Many were in small groups or couples.

I suddenly realized I couldn't see the resort, anymore. I couldn't even distinguish where along the expanse of beach it might be. So, I turned around. I didn't bring a watch... not wishing to be tied to time while here... but feeling the need to eat after the long day. Something to drink, too. Definitely, something to drink. This was going to be good. I could sense it.

I showered and lathered twice to rid myself of the layer of sunscreen. I chose a short sundress. It had a full skirt, tight at the waist and formed over the bodice with thin straps tied at the neck. I wore bikini panties and heeled, strap sandals. I managed to get a table for one. The hostess looked at me concerned but I explained I had just arrived and preferred at least a short time to adjust. She smiled when she seemed to understand I wasn't lonely by being alone.

The meal was nice and I consumed two glasses of wine with the fish, rice, and salad. As I was leaving, the hostess got my attention. "I understand what you said earlier, but...", she pointed down the hall, "... the club is really quite fun." She gave me a wink and bright smile.

What could it hurt? It wasn't like my intention was to remain by myself. I wanted to interact. I've just had Ryan for so long. I mumbled to myself, "Forward, girl!" I smiled to myself. That's what Harold had said, always move forward and leave the rest behind.

The hostess was right. The club was hopping. It was so crowded I wondered if every guest of the resort was here or if people also came from outside the resort. Regardless, it looked like fun. I found a spot along the side to stand and watch. I flagged down a waitress who was dressed in a glittering silver bikini top and similar material as a short skirt. The other waitresses were dressed the same and I noticed they all were sprinkled with body glitter where they wasn't material, which was most of their bodies.

I was moving to the bass beat and enjoying being a voyeur when I heard next to me, "You have to be expecting someone. Can I help you find him?" I looked up at him. He was probably a foot taller than me. He was quite handsome, about 30 maybe. His hair was solid black with no greying or receding. He had the whitest smile and sparkling eyes. He exuded confidence but without it being a negative.

"Are you teasing me about me height?" He laughed. "Do I look like I am missing someone?"

"No... no, but... I just can't imagine why else you are standing here by yourself. Half the guys in here have been checking you out. No offense, us guys are just like that." Now I laughed. That was certainly an interesting ice breaker.

I let him buy me a drink. His name was Adam. Before I knew it, he had me out on the dance floor. I love the way music makes my body move but I have never really thought of myself as a dancer. He, though, was amazing... flowing, easy, and smooth... like his come on. Soon, I was feeling both the drinks, the two glasses of wine at dinner, and the music. I turned my back to him during a fast beat and bounce my butt back towards him. He must have moved up to me because I was bouncing my butt against him and I felt something interesting pressing against me. The next song switched to slow. Many couples were leaving the floor for more drinks but I was spun into his arms. My arms went around his back.

I looked up into his face. His eyes searched mine for a few moments, then, "How come I haven't seen you here before?"

"I just arrived this afternoon. How long have you been here?"

"My entire trip." I looked up at him curiously. He smiled. "My time here ends tomorrow. Just my luck."

As we swayed, I pressed into him. I felt him... against my abdomen. That familiar flush washed over me. Move forward. I tilted my head back and stepped onto my toes and reached my face up to him. He lowered his and we kissed on the dance floor. The first kiss was more tentative, checking out each other if we meant something by it. I reached an arm up and pulled. We weren't dancing anymore. Our bodies were still moving but not to the music. It was more of a grind to something beating inside the two of us.

The wonderful kissing we shared on the way to his room smoothly escalated once inside. His hand behind my head slid down my bare back. I felt his fingers slide down my back until they slipped underneath the back of my dress. His fingers came back out and felt the clasp and short zipper of the dress. He pulled back and searched my face. I simply nodded and kissed him, again. He opened the zipper and slid the straps off my shoulders. With a few inches of separation, the dress fell to my hips but were quickly pushed down my legs. My breath was coming ragged. I wrapped my arms around him and smothered him with kisses, my mouth engulfing his, our tongues suddenly doing battle to probe each other's mouths.

I shivered in anticipation as his hand moved back up my side to hesitate, again, at the side of my breast. I sucked in a breath and unconsciously held it as his hand moved in front to encase my left breast. I groaned into his mouth, releasing a held breath. I separated our bodies slightly, maybe just inches, but enough to give encouragement to his hands. Encouragement that he took. As I held his face and kissed him, his other hand found its way to my right breast. I groaned more as both breasts were fondled, deliberately but gently.

My own hands left his face. I caressed his back, then his chest from outside his shirt. His heart was beating fast. I could feel it. My hands on his chest. Beating as fast as mine seemed to be. His hands still on my breasts I let my own hand slip down to his belt. I pulled back from the kiss, neither of us using our hands to hold the kissing but again pressing our faces together to keep our hands free... free to touch, to explore. When I pulled back, I looked into his eyes and face. I sensed something in his expression. I glanced down at his hands on my breasts, then to my own hands at his belt buckle. I allowed my fingers to drift down over his crotch. It felt unbelievably full.

I looked back up to his eyes and smiled. I pulled my fingers away but only inches. I was surprised when his hands left my breasts but smiled as I saw him nearly ripping the buttons open on his shirt and pulling from his body. I placed my hands flat on his bare chest and felt the strength of his toned body, then I wrapped my arms around his neck and pressed my bare breasts into his bare chest, again engulfing his mouth with mine.

In moments, he was moving us from the doorway where we still stood to the edge of the bed. His hands caressed my upper body. His mouth left mine and began kissing his way down my neck to shoulders to chest and breasts. I arched my back to his kisses and felt him leverage me into the center of the bed. I pried off my shoes and kicked them to the side. He paused.... I smiled at him and gave him a slight nod. I watched as he knelt back on his heels to gaze at me. Naked except for a tiny pair of panties under his gaze, I blushed. How many men had Ryan put me with and now on my own I blush? I didn't panic. I didn't fuss or get nervous. I wanted him to look. I enjoyed him looking. My entire body was responding to him, to his kisses, to his touches, to his looking.

He leaned forward to kiss my stomach. He continued to kiss down to the top of my panties. I gasped and tensed in anticipation. He kissed further down, kissing my mound from outside the thin fabric. I moaned as a kiss was planted at the top of my pussy. He opened my legs further. He kissed further down. I felt his lips press the wet fabric. I moaned louder and shivered.

I rose to my knees and pushed him onto his back. I repeated the same kisses on him, my fingers matching his action by opening his slacks. I kissed his abdomen as I pulled the zipper down and tugged the pants past his hips and down his legs as he raised his hips. Then, it was my turn to gazed at him. His tight-fitting boxers made his arousal very evident and I wasn't believing what it indicated. I looked from it to his face and back to his crotch. My fingers moved to the waist band as if they understood the only way I was going to believe it was to expose it. I was licking my lips obscenely as I grasped the waist band and began inching the garment down. He raised his hips again with a groan indicating his own anticipation. As I peeled the garment down, my mouth fell open and my eyes stared. Hard. Massive. My fingers left his boxers down around his thighs and groped up to caress and fondled 11 inches of hard cock. I held it with both hands and they didn't fully cover the length. The girth was such that my fingers didn't quite close around it. I gaped at it. In all the months Ryan had set me up with his friends, none were even close to anything like this.

He rolled us over so I was on my back. He stripped his boxers the rest of the way off, then stripped off my panties. I like to stay shaved. He smiled at that. I had wanted to make love. Now, seeing how big... gigantic... his cock looked... I wasn't sure it would fit inside me, but I wanted this. I wanted something. I wanted something with him desperately, intensely.

He leaned forward onto me. He kissed just above my mound. I opened my legs to him. Not many men had seemed interested in touching me there before... not like this. I gasped when his lips covered the top of my slit. I spread my legs even further and rotated my hips up to open myself to him even more. I felt his tongue part my pussy lips and slide down to graze over my hole. I was beside myself with feelings I couldn't believe. Ryan wanted a hotwife and it had ruined our marriage and in return... after that... I somehow managed to deny myself the thing I found I enjoyed so much. This... what was happening... what I accepted by allowing him to take me to his room. And... now... I found myself desperate for this.

"OH... MY... GOD... ADAM!"