My husband has been overseas for the past nine months, so on his return,
we decide to take a much-deserved vacation. We fly into the Caribbean
and locate our hotel. After the flight, we are tired; so we decide to
get some rest and start our vacation the next morning. We awake early
and decide to spend the morning on the beach. We dress and gather our
beach accessories. The sky is a beautiful blue, the breeze is warm and
the water is incredible. The water is blue-green. It's so clear that you
can see the sandbars and reefs just off shore. We settle for a bagels
and coffee for our breakfast, as we head down to the beach. Our morning
is spent playing in the waves of the crystal waters and lounging on the
sugar sand beach. By noon, the sun is at is peak and we are aware that
we are starting to burn. Not wanting to spend the next few days in total
agony, we decide to pack it up and head back to the hotel. A nice cool
shower and some lunch are in order. We get back to the room and I draw
the lucky straw and get the shower first. I undress and step under the
cool water. My skin is pink and the cool water feels delicious. I hear
the door open and figure my husband has gone to the lobby to pick up
some of the brochures that we seen advertising the local tourist
activity. I linger in the shower, enjoying the feel of the water. I step
out of the shower and reach for a towel. As I drag the towel across my
skin, the sting makes me realize how much sun I actually got. I hear
movement out in the room and thinking that he’s come back in, I call out
to him. "Honey. I got a little more sun than I intended. Could you come
and rub some lotion on me, so that I won't peel?" Not getting any
response, I think that he can't hear me. I open the door and step out
into the room wrapping the towel around my dripping hair. "Hey, I asked
if you would rub some lotion on for me. I'm afraid I'm gonna peel.” I
repeat. A soft voice answer, "I don't think I'm who you were expecting,
but I'll rub the lotion on if you need me to." Startled, I look up. The
maid is standing there with an armload of fresh towels. "I was just
coming in to clean the room. I didn't realize anyone was in here. I
knocked first, but no one answered.” she stated. Realizing that I'm
standing there naked with my mouth gapping open, I regain my composure
and begin to apologize. "I'm so sorry. I thought that you were my
husband coming back into the room". "Don't worry about it. It doesn't
bother me.” She answers. "May I?” I gesture at the clean towels she is
holding. Laughing, she reaches over to hand me the towel. "You are a
little pink. You should really get something on that before it starts to
sting.” she says. "Too late.” I moan, "It already hurts." Offering a
sympathetic smile, she says, "I really don't mind. The lotion, that is.
I could rub it on for you." The thought of this woman rubbing my skin
gets me hot. She’s a pretty girl, long dark hair, deep, brown eyes.
Through the material of her T-shirt, I can see her nipples and wonder
why she’s excited. I start to wonder what my husband would say if he
came walking through the door. My husband has always had a fantasy about
being with two women and I think of what a laugh it would be if he were
to walk in to find the maid rubbing his naked wife with lotion. "Ok. If
you're sure you don't mind.” I respond. "No problem. I like the feel of
a woman’s skin” she says as she reaches for the lotion on the bathroom
counter. I sit on the edge of the bed and try to hold my towel in place
to be as modest as possible. She squirts the lotion into her hands and
then starts to rub it into my shoulders. The cool comfort brings a sigh
of relief from my lips. "Does that feel good?” she asks. "Ummm, very
good. Unbelievable.” I respond. She continues to rub the lotion onto my
shoulders and back that is visible above the towel. "You can lower the
towel if you want to, so that I can get to the rest of the area", her
voice is soft and low. My heart starts to beat a little faster. "Ok", I
say and I take my hand from the towel and lower it to my waist. She gets
more lotion in her hands and starts to rub my back. Soft, yet firm
strokes. She continues to stroke my shoulders and upper arms. I realize
now that she is leaning into me and her breath is coming faster. She
slides her hands over the tops of my shoulders and down my front to my
breast. Gently, she brushes her hands over the tops of the soft mounds,
testing my mood. My heart is pounding, I wonder if she can feel it? My
chest is rising and falling faster now, as I feel like I've just run a
marathon. I look down and see her hands on my skin. The combination of
the silky, soft hands and the sleek fingers rubbing my breast is making
my pussy wet. I wonder where this will lead? I had often fantasized
about being with another woman, but I don't know if I ever really
believed I would have the chance to act on the fantasy. She feels me
stiffen up, and makes her move. She brings her hands across my breast
and brushes her fingernails on my nipples. The sensation is incredible.
My nipples harden instantly. My pussy is so wet now; I can feel the
juices running down my thigh. She's not playing now. Her hands roam
freely over my breast and she pushes herself into my back. She takes her
thumb and forefinger and gingerly starts to tug at my nipples. I can't
help myself; I relax my head back onto her body and moan with pleasure.
She pushes me forward now, so that she can take a seat on the bed behind
me. One hand is still molding my breast and the other is now lying on my
thigh. She starts to kiss the back of my neck now and I start to
tremble. She brings her hand from my breast to my neck and turns my face
towards her. Her lips touch mine and I'm not sure how to react. She
senses my fear and nervousness and she whispers, "Relax, just enjoy how
it feels." She kisses me again and this time I open my mouth to her,
allowing her to explore with her tongue. I don't know what to do, I'm
not sure if I should be doing this and if I'm supposed to be touching
her or not? Her hand at my neck holds me captive, as she explores my
mouth and lips. Her hand on my thigh starts to travel upwards. As her
hand touches my pussy, I jump and stiffen. "It's ok. I'll make you feel
real good.” she purrs. Her hand rubs back and forth across my pussy. She
continues to kiss me, deeper and deeper. I start to relax and enjoy what
she is doing. Just as I feel myself cumming, we hear the card in the
lock and we both jump back like kids caught with our hands in the cookie
jar. My husband opens the door and walks in. He takes in the scene of me
sitting on the bed, with the towel pulled over my breast and the maid
sitting right up behind me with the lotion bottle beside her. He seems
at a lost for words, but the smile playing around his lips, tells me he
is pleased. I look up at him, smile and say, "I got a little sun burned.
She's been nice enough to rub me with lotion. Would you like to join
us?"
To be continued...
submitted on 8/14/2003 by
toosmooth71
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