I wake up to find myself laid naked on the floor against the bathroom door............how had I got here? What was I doing on my bedroom floor?

I remembered the night before being with the gorgeous lady from next door and her man wanking as I made love to her. I went to the balcony to see if I could see her. On the balcony next door were some young ones playing and a young mum was sat out reading her book as she watched over them.

Now this did play with my mind because I'm not sure if my imagination had run away with me, or if everything I'd remembered was reality. How would I ever know? Who was she? Was she real or imaginary? Was she a dream or did she just cause a wet dream?

I have the phone number of someone who has texted me photographs of me and the lady but I still wasn't sure. I'd better get dressed for dinner. I pulled a polo shirt from the wardrobe and closed the door to see how my shirt looked,

as I was putting it on I noticed scratches on my back xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx

After spending the whole evening with the gorgeous lady from next door and having her man wanking as we fuck each other, I think back over the positions, smells, looks and experiences. I look to my side and see how innocent and peaceful she looks whilst she sleeps, her whole body motionless. The same tits that were bouncing, the same pussy that was leaking our juices the same hair that was being tossed and the mouth that wouldn't be quiet was a complete contrast to who was there now............. still beautiful. Her man motionless on the sofa sat up with a limp cock falling onto his left leg as he sits there eye firmly closed.

I close my eyes for a second and my mind runs away with different thoughts................................

This lady has given me contact details, I believe we had fantastic sex and having someone watch me was different, having them wank was something else..........

Were they wanking over me? Or what they were watching?

did they approve? Did they want to join in? 

'Did she enjoy our sessions? Would she do it again?

was I a holiday romance? Or was it a figment of my imagination?

Am I supposed to contact her? Will she contact me?

after both coming together, the lady feels deprived of cock and wants more, she sees I need some assistance as I'm not going to satisfy her at the minute.  " That was amazing. I think we need more of the same" she says to me as, as she drops to her knees and takes me into her mouth............... "you can taste how nice you taste on me" I said to her, " get down and taste how nice you taste in me" she said to me as she pushed me onto the bed and straddled my face as she sucked my limp cock...............

The taste of me and her (I had never tasted my juice mixed with a lady's juice before) together was unexplainable, like rum and coke or fish and chips, one of them is nice but with the other ingredient as well made it extra special. We both licked, sucked and ate/drank our juices from each other which made me harder and I'm sure she was getting wetter................ At this point she got up and straddled my now erect cock cowgirl style and watched herself in the mirror as she bounced up and down on my cock with her large tits bouncing with her. I reached forwards and touch her lower back, slowly moveing my extended finger down her back to the crack of her ass and back up again randomly tickling her back.

This was my idea of heaven being fucked by the most attractive lady I'd 'ever' seen and................

I looked around and saw her man sat in the corner naked rubbing his cock and masturbating over what he could see.

 In the lift the lady just looked at, I didn't need an invite I moved over and started to kiss her, and she responded passionately her hands all over my chest and cock rubbing me frantically. It didn't take any time at all for my cock to grow under her persuasion. She put her hand into my trousers and said "what is this? Where do you think it is going?" To which I pulled up the leg of her skirt and slid my hand into her thong and instantly felt the moist............... no sorry wet pussy to which I replied " where do you think it's going? Where would you like it to go?"

at that point the lift opened and neither of us stopped what we were doing and we struggled down the corridor to the lady's bedroom. By this time I have unfortunately ripped the lady's shorts and had exposed her black/white polka dot thong to me and anyone else we must have passed on our route. She opened the room door and I pushed her forwards onto the bed and pulled her thong down, she fell onto her hands and knees in front of me. Before I knew it I'd undone my trousers and dropped my boxers and slid inside her. She screamed as I went deep inside instantly and kept asking for more. I slowly moved in and out of her now soaking wet pussy and felt her pushing back onto me rhythmically, I'd increase and decrease the speed I entered her randomly and kept hearing her ask for more or don't stop. I got to the point where I couldn't hold on any longer and I came inside her at the same time she started to scream............

 I received another text message asking "do you remember doing this to me?"

Now when I think back I remember seeing the couple in the bar and they went over to the notice board to look at excursions.......

That was the moment I grew bollocks and bought a bottle of wine and invited them to join me, the lady thanked me for my offer and suggested we take the bottle to their room to drink. At this point the man went to get more wine and the lady and I entered the lift on our way to the room. 

"come on now that's enough its time for lunch" her man called across to me.................

That was the last thing I needed at this point as I was loving the smell, look and taste of this ladies juicy pussy, but reluctantantly I stopped and the lady got up off the bed and went to the bathroom with her man following her. I made my exit and went for lunch. As I sat waiting for the waiter to come to my table I could smell the lady on me, I could taste her in my mouth, and by licking my lips I got a special reminder of her beauty. I decided I didn't want to eat, or drink I wanted to keep the taste of her for as long as I could.....................

Would I ever see her again? Would she want me to do the same again? I know I wanted her again and I would do anything to her and anything to get her.