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The summer before I started at university, I went on a last summer seaside holiday with my mum, dad, and brother. We went to a lovely village on the North Devon coast where we?d been a few times before, but since it was probably going to be our last proper ?family holiday?, we up-graded ourselves and booked into a rather swish hotel right on the cliffs, with its own private steps leading straight down to a little beach.We?d always looked enviously at its tennis court and manicured lawns. Every year we?d trudge past it on our way back to our holiday apartment, and my dad would say, ?Next year, we?re going to stay there, then I won?t have to lug these effing surf-boards up the effing hill every day.? Of course we never did (it was way too expensive), but since this year I?d finished my A-Levels and effectively left school, we managed to get a booking well before the official school holidays started. That meant it was both quite a lot cheaper, and not so busy.The first night, in the lounge after dinner, we?d met up with a woman, Abi, and her daughter Sally, who were doing the same as us. Sally was about Matt?s age, and the two of them seemed to get on pretty well from the start, which was unusual for him. Mind you, her big tits, which she seemed happy to show off in little bikinis, might have had something to do with it. Abi was nice too: friendly and easy to talk to. Her husband was coming down later to join them (I think there was some problem at work which he needed to sort out), but for the time being, it was just the two of them, so I think she was glad of some other people to talk to.One day, my Mum and Dad had gone down to the village to get some postcards, Matt had gone off with Sally somewhere, and I?d been down on the beach, having a swim. After a while, I?d had enough, and came back to the hotel with the plan of grabbing a sun-lounger by the pool. But they all seemed to be taken, so I wandered down to the storeroom in the far corner of the grounds to see if there were any spare ones hanging around down there.The storeroom was part of a wooden building made up of a few rooms which were basically used as storage for gardening and other maintenance equipment, although guests were allowed to use one of the rooms to stow surfboards and other beach stuff that they didn?t want to take up to their rooms every day. There were a few sun-loungers in the corner, so I was about to get one when I heard through the window what sounded like my brother?s voice from outside. I went over and looked out, and sure enough there bayan escort beylikdüzü he was, lying on the grass with Sally: she in her bikini, him in his swim shorts. I smiled; he was kissing her on the mouth, and she seemed to be reciprocating eagerly. Good old Matt, he hadn?t wasted any time there.I was just about to open the window and shout something rude at them when something made me pause. I suddenly saw that Matt?s hand was actually down inside one of the cups of Sally?s bikini top, and as I watched he pulled it down and her large boob just popped out. Oh my god, I hadn?t expected that ? he was a fast mover! Even from here, I could see her dark nipple standing up all stiff and aroused. He stroked the smooth curve of the bare breast, swirling his finger over the nipple. It crossed my mind that he knew just what to do to arouse a girl ? where had he learnt that, I wonder? Not just off the internet, surely.Their mouths were still pressed together, kissing hard. Then Sally wriggled herself up, put her hands behind her and undid the tie on her bikini top. She pulled it right off, letting both of her big boobs swing loose ? she wasn?t hanging back either! Matt leant over her and began to kiss all over them. Sally obviously loved this: her head was thrown back, her long hair swishing backwards and forwards, her toes curling into the grass.*A slightly weird feeling of jealousy came over me: I wished it was me getting my nipples sucked like that. Or (just as good) me doing the sucking. I knew it was wrong of me to spy on them, but I couldn?t stop myself. Almost without thinking, I slipped my right hand down the front of my bikini bottoms and began to stroke my clitoris, sometimes letting my finger slide lower along the line of my slit. Pushing softly between my lips, I felt how very lubricated I already was. I bet Sally was just as wet.Suddenly I heard a slight noise just behind me. Quick as a flash, I pulled out my hand, and turned my head. Oh crumbs, it was Sally?s mum, in her swimsuit, holding her towel. She?d come in so quietly. Had she seen what I was doing??Oh, I?m so sorry, Annie,? she said, ?I didn?t mean to startle you. You just seemed to be watching so carefully. Is there something on the lawn??I was blushing furiously with embarrassment.?What?s going on?? she continued, and went over to the window.?Erm, nothing, Mrs ? Abi,? I stammered, but it was too late.?Oh my goodness,? she said. I really thought she would get embarrassed and leave, or go out and put a stop escort bayan beylikdüzü to things. But to my surprise, she carried on watching. I suppose I could have taken this opportunity to disappear, but I didn?t. I looked out of the window too.During the minute while I had been distracted, things had gone a bit further. Sally had put her hand down the front of Matt?s swim-shorts, and I saw her pull out his erect prick. It was big: really stiff. Her little hand only just went round it as she pumped it up and down, releasing his red cock-head from his foreskin.I heard Abi chuckle. ?Look at that,? she said softly. ?Sally?s a lucky girl.??Erm, yes, I guess so,? I said, a bit embarrassed myself.She smiled at me.?Aren?t old women like me allowed to admire a nice-looking cock?? she said. ?You looked as if you were enjoying it when I came in.?I blushed even more.She chuckled again.?Don?t worry, Annie,? she said. ?I?m not shocked, and I?m just sorry you heard me come in. I was going to go and leave you to it, but then you heard me.?Then it was her turn to blush, and she hesitated before she went on.?Watching you touching yourself was nice. I was glad that you were enjoying yourself ? even before I saw what you were watching. I don?t blame you; it?s such a turn-on watching people having sex. I know Sally?s sexually active, and that?s great. She?s pretty sensible, so why shouldn?t she enjoy herself??Did she really say that? Ok, she wasn?t exactly past it herself; Sally was seventeen, so Abi was probably in her late thirties at most. She had a good figure, and dressed really nicely. But it?s still not the sort of conversation you normally have with someone old enough to be your mum, however attractive she is.Abi was looking at Matt and Sally again. Matt was now lying on his back and Sally was kneeling over him with his cock in her mouth. Her big breasts were swinging back and forth as she sucked on him, sometimes letting his cock out of her mouth to lick it up and down, tickling her tongue over his knob-head. Her bum, in tiny bikini pants, was sticking up in the air. I wondered if I should say something like how good Sally was at sucking cock for a seventeen-year-old, but decided it might be tactless.As we both watched, I saw Abi?s hand brush over the bulge of her pudenda. She moved her legs apart, and I watched her fingers slip between her legs and start to rub herself through the material of her swimming costume. Her finger pushed into the bulge, making her catch her breath.?Annie,? kayaşehir escort she whispered, without looking me in the eye, ?Why don?t you carry on too??Watching Sally sucking Matt?s cock was certainly making me very aroused. And watching Abi touch herself, oh dear god, that was horny too. My hand slipped back inside the front of my bikini bottoms.If I had been wet before, I was soaking now. As the tip of my finger parted my labia and slipped easily into the opening of my vagina, I felt a little squirt of musky-scented juices released into my bikini. I pressed my palm against my clitoris, rotating it against the hard little bud as my finger wiggled into my warm interior.I could hear Abi?s breathing next to me, rough and uneven. I glanced sideways and caught her eye as she saw me. She smiled, seeing where my hand was. With one hand, she pulled the crotch of her swimsuit away from her body, making room for her other hand to burrow inside, her fingers disappearing from view. She let out a little sigh and I knew that her fingers must have slipped between her labia into her slit. I could see her hand moving inside the front of her costume, starting a rhythm. It made me oddly excited watching her.Outside, things were getting hotter too. Matt was still on his back, but Sally had stopped sucking his penis. She sat up and began to pull down her bikini bottoms. She had to stand up to pull them right off, and while she did so, crouching over so as not to be seen (or so she presumably hoped!), Matt raised his bum and pulled his swim-shorts down and right off, his erect prick bouncing against his leg.Sally knelt down again, totally naked now, one leg on either side of Matt. Positioning herself over his crotch, she took hold of his erection with one hand, aiming it carefully so it pointed up at her pussy, and slowly lowered herself down, wriggling her curvy bum until it was positioned just right, then sank down, taking the whole of Matt?s meat into her.I?ve always loved that moment when a stiff cock slides into me for the first time; the little nudge as the hood of the helmet pops through the entrance; the feel of my wet vagina expanding for the first time as the knob eases itself inside, adjusting itself to the size and shape of the welcome invader. I like it when a guy just lets it rest there for a moment or two, maybe just twitching slightly, before starting to fuck me properly.My own pussy tingled as I imagined that wonderful sensation. I couldn?t actually see Sally?s pussy because her thigh was in the way, but as she began to ride up and down I could picture Matt?s hard bulbous cock emerging, all coated in her lubricating juices, before burying itself in her again. By this time, I had pushed my bikini pants a little further down my thighs to ease my access, showing the little tidy patch of hair at the top of my own pubic mound.*