"You can talk to me any time, and I think my man bits have calmed down, you can put on some sunscreen."
Geoff rolled on to his back and Janet proceed to oil up his arms, pectorals, and abdomen before switching to his quads.
"You have a great body; some girls would pay to do this." Then she rubbed the oil on to his cock and the problem started all over again until he rolled on to his stomach. They both laughed. By now the beach was starting to empty as the sun travelled over the hill behind the hotel, so they put on their swimwear and covering, packed away their towels, and joined the queue for the little train.
Back at the hotel they looked through the lounge windows at several card tables occupied by the bridge fiends, and they went up to the room for a shower and change of clothes.
"Geoff, can you help me with something intimate?"
"Sure."
I noticed on the beach that nearly everyone shaves off all their pubic hair, can I borrow one of your razors?"
"Better than that, I have a rechargeable pubic hair trimmer. Melody bought it for me as a stupid present." And he rummaged in his suitcase, tested the battery, and gave it to his cousin. And he half-jokingly said.
"Would you like me to do that for you?" Janet blushed.
Well, yes, it's difficult to see what I'm doing unless I have a mirror, and it's not like you haven't seen it this afternoon."
"Right, bottoms off, lay on the bed with your legs dangling over the end." Geoff looked at the sight and bit his lip. Then he went into the bathroom for his shaving cream, a damp facecloth, and a fresh razor, then knelt on the floor between Janet's open legs. He caught the unmistakable aroma of a woman's pussy, which made him pause for a few seconds and went to work with the trimmer. He left a narrow strip above her vagina but buzzed everything else down to the lowest setting. Then he wiped Janet's lips with the cloth and spread the foam across everything. Working carefully, he scraped away the lather and stubble, taking care not to nick any skin. Finally, he wiped away everything with the cloth and surveyed his handiwork. His cousin's vagina was now totally bald and, excitingly, her tightly clenched labia had opened slightly and there were the beginnings of some glistening lubricant beginning to seep through.
"Time to stop before it got out of hand."
He leant forward with the intention of giving her labia a quick kiss, but his resolve wavered, and he ran his tongue up the by now moist slit, and she squeaked, but said nothing.
"All done."
"Right, your turn, get on the bed with your feet on the floor" Geoff hadn't thought about shaving but was in no position to refuse. Now it was Janet kneeling between his legs holding his penis with one hand and using the trimmer with the other with her glasses perched on the end of her nose. He started to laugh.
"Stop it or we will have an accident."
Putting the trimmer down she started to lather him up with the foam and then began to carefully scrape away at his groin. She took great care with some stray hairs on his shaft and sack, and then wiped him down with the wet cloth.
"Work of art," she said, and then bent to return the kiss onto his penis which was by now two thirds of the way to up periscope. But instead of giving him a perfunctory peck she closed her lips over his rapidly expanding cock head and gave it a noisy suck. Geoff gasped for breath as she stood up and reached for her swimsuit bottoms.
"I saw that in a mucky video the girls brought into the house at New Year. I might try it again." She gave him a grin as she went into the bathroom and started the shower. Geoff just had to give his rigid cock a stroke and considered joining her in the shower, but held back from blowing his nut, as he was sure a better opportunity would arise. Janet finished in the athroom and came out stark naked, wiggling her bum as she passed. "Minx."
Geoff showered, and they both went down to the bar. Marjorie got in the lift as they exited, saying that she was going to put on a smarter dress. They all sat down on the terrace with a bottle of chilled wine, and Marjorie said that the card school was going well, she and Eunice had entered the Thursday tournament but tomorrow the ladies were off to the street market, they had invited her, but she declined. Marjorie asked what they had been doing that afternoon, and Janet said.
"We've been on the beach."
"I hope you weren't flashing that bikini at anyone."
"No, I wasn't"
"So, what were you wearing?"
" Nothing - it was the nude beach."
"Whaaaatttt? ""You and your cousin exposed yourselves to everyone, and each other?"
Geoff interjected; "It was consensual, we decided that if we didn't go, we would always regret it, and anyway, the place was almost deserted, perhaps six dozen people spread over three acres. You would have enjoyed it."
"I most certainly would not, I cannot tell the ladies, they will think we are a family of voyeurs. You have let the side down."
Geoff said," It will be something to look back on in years to come and smile. By the way, you have a very beautiful daughter, you should be proud of her."
The call to dinner brought an end to Marjorie's admonishment and emphasized that the matter must not be discussed with everyone. Dinner was again excellent, with a lot of banter amongst the golfers, as the new putter wouldn't obey Ron's intentions, whilst Ken had hit two of his magic balls out of bounds.
A few glasses of wine seemed to have calmed Marjorie down, and they all went through to the lounge where the little combo was once again playing. Geoff started to dance with Marjorie, this time a slow number but the bandleader spotted them and changed to a rumba. Geoff held Marjorie close as they moved to the sexy rhythm, and he felt her gently thrust her lower body against him.
"I still don't forgive you for talking my daughter out of her clothes, she is very vulnerable, the breakup is still very raw."
"I care for her and respect her, I have got to know her on this holiday, and she is a lovely, independent woman. She is a credit to you."
"Why, that's a marvelous compliment, thank you."
They danced some more with an increasingly easy familiarity, and Geoff asked if she wanted to enter the Friday dance competition, Marjorie said yes, but they would need to rehearse a few steps.
They had another convivial evening, enlivened by Ron and Ken having to buy some champagne for losing the golf match, and they retired to the room. They got ready for bed, Geoff in his tee shirt and sleep shorts, Janet in her long night shirt and Marjorie in yet another pair of silk pajamas, this time in black. Both the ladies were in the bathroom when Geoff heard a shout from Marjorie.
"What the hell is that, when did that come off," and she stormed out of the bathroom and glared at Geoff.
"Are you anything to do with this?"
"What?"
"My daughter had shaved off all her pubic hair, are you aware of that?"
"Yes, it seems everyone on the nude beach shaves down there so she might want to go again"
"I suppose you have shaved all your bits as well"
"I happened to bring an intimate hair trimmer with me, and it came in useful"
"I give up with you two." Marjorie sat at the table and began to comb her hair. Geoff took a breath:
"Marjorie, can I ask you a favor?"
"It depends, I don't trust you with suggestions right now"
"I want you to try on the polka dot bikini for me. You don't have to show it to everyone if you are embarrassed, just Janet and myself". Geoff walked across to the beach bag and pulled out the little parcel from the boutique. Marjorie sat at the dresser, holding her hairbrush.
"I must be mad" she said, picking up the parcel and heading for the bathroom. There was silence for a few minutes and then she poked her head round the door and asked for Janet. There was a whispered conversation and Janet came back and rummaged in Geoff's bag for the trimmers, which she handed to Marjorie, turned, and grinned at Geoff.
Marjorie came out.
"There you are, perverts, the once and only time you will see this."
Marjorie looked terrific, the little bottoms emphasized her long legs, whilst the top cleverly pushed her small breasts together and upwards.
"You look about 26 let alone 46, said Janet, and Geoff let out a low whistle.
"You mustn't wear that by the pool tomorrow, some of the old guys will have a heart attack." Marjorie blushed slightly and went into the bathroom to change back into the pajamas. But she didn't throw the bikini to one side but laid it on top of her beach wrap.
Geoff turned on his side to go to sleep, but found himself looking at Janet, in the semi darkness she slid her hand down under the sheet and brought up her fingers which she seductively put in her mouth. Geoff groaned and rolled over to his other side. "Temptress."
WEDNESDAY
As was now becoming a habit, Geoff was first up, had a very quick shower and shave, and was at the breakfast buffet ahead of his aunt and cousin. The buffet was busy, as numerous guests were departing on the coach trip to the big street market a few miles away, and indeed the three bridge ladies chided him on not persuading Marjorie to tag along. Geoff knew her well enough to know she would hate it. Once again Geoff kicked his heels as he waited at a corner table. Eventually the pair arrived, and Janet gave him a thumbs up sign. She was in her customary beach robe, but her mother had produced yet another expensive outfit from her case, this time a glamourous toweling catsuit in pale green. After a leisurely breakfast and several cups of coffee they headed for the pool terrace on another very sunny day. Geoff took off his tee shirt and lay on the lounger, and Janet nudged him as Marjorie slipped out of her suit to reveal the green polka dot bikini, and then lay rather self-consciously on her stomach.
"You look wonderful." Said Geoff, "that's better, get those abs brown."
"Will you be quiet, she said from behind her large shades and the wide brimmed sunhat, "People will stare." Geoff grinned. Marjorie picked up her book whilst the other two started chatting.
"How big was that pressure vessel you were talking about?"
"Three meters would be ideal, but a bit beyond our budget."
"Have a look at this." Janet passed him the small MacBook; "Our aerospace clients are buying a much bigger one, and this is surplus."
"Oh yes, but I guess still too expensive."
"My colleague says you could have it for forty grand installed as we are brokering the new one. And you might get a techno grant of thirty."
"Yes, please, I will have to text Simon."
"It will be a favor, but I might have to charge you."
Will I get 'mates' rates?"
" It depends, we haven't mated yet." And she started to giggle.
Carpe Diem - seize the moment
"I promise to try very hard to sort that before the end of the holiday." And they both started chuckling. Marjorie looked up in annoyance.
The morning consisted of Geoff and Janet swimming and sunbathing, with Janet slapping sunscreen on the parts her mother was now exposing. Marjorie was in a good mood as they sat down at the café for lunch, a nice chicken salad and a bottle of chilled wine.
"Right, mother, are you coming to the beach with us this afternoon?" said Janet.
"Do you mean the one with bare bottoms?"
"Is there another one?"
"If you must, you two go, I'm too old for that sort of thing."
Geoff interjected; "Marjorie, we do things together on this holiday, so if we go, we all go, get on the little train, if you don't feel good, we can all come back and sit here." And he stood up, lifted both beach bags and went to fetch all three towels. Marjorie pulled her sunhat lower, sighed and walked with them to where the little tractor turned around. There were about ten people in the queue, and nobody looked at them. The train trundled the half kilometer down the track and stopped at the steps by the beach bar. There were less people on the beach than the day before, with a dozen or so sat outside the bar with drinks and snacks. Marjorie kept her gaze straight ahead and they walked down to where they had sat the day before. Geoff laid out the three towels, took off his shirt and peeled off his swim shorts. He sat down and Marjorie said,
"I don't believe we are doing this, let's hope we don't see anyone we know." She turned her head and despite the sunglasses Geoff knew she was looking at his shaved cock. Janet then stripped off as her mother muttered something and began to put sunblock on those sensitive nipples.
"Just keep this to yourselves, said Marjorie "I haven't done this since I was at college," and she dropped her little bikini into the beach bag, then sat down on to her towel. Geoff gave her the onceover before he laid his head on his forearms. Her breasts were the carbon copy of her daughter's, perhaps a little larger and with a very slight sag. Her nipples were the same jutting cocktail sausages, stiffening in the gentle breeze. Janet passed her the sunblock, and Marjorie started to coat herself. She stood up to reach into the bag for another bottle and Geoff looked straight up at her buzz cut labia, again identical to her daughter's but with lips even tighter together.
"You would need a can opener to get in there," he thought to himself, and searched for comparisons. And an image of a mussel came into his mind, the little shellfish with clamped jaws. And then he remembered that you simmered them in white wine and shallots, and as they heated up the shell opened wide, revealing the juicy flesh within.
Moules Marinieres
The thought made his penis tingle, and he laughed to himself.
"What's funny?"
"Nothing, I was imagining Mum and Dad walking by."
"Oh god, no."
Then Janet sat up and looked towards the sea, where an elderly couple were emerging from their swim. She nudged Geoff.
It's Fireman Sam again."
"Don't look, mother." But of course, Marjorie lifted her head and looked at the couple as they walked past, and she saw the old boy's enormous python-like penis swinging from side to side. She seemed to freeze and then flopped back on to her towel, tipping her sunhat over her face. When the couple had moved away, all three started to laugh. They spent an hour or so on the beach, continually turning over to avoid sunburn, which gave Geoff a close-up view of two very interesting pussies. To try and get his cock to subside, Geoff walked up to the bar and brought back three beers and some nibbles, joking that that he couldn't find his wallet. But the Swedish barmaid with the jutting rack had made him chub once more. As the sun moved over, they packed up their things and headed for the hotel.
Marjorie was first into the shower, and Geoff sat on the end of his bed, covered with a large bath towel, having shed his swim sorts. Janet was still in her bikini and turned aside his towel to grasp his cock.
"Shall we shower together?" she said teasingly, and started to slowly masturbate him, and he didn't resist. Although she had seen his cock with the beginnings of arousal, she had never seen him fully engorged, but her gentle strokes soon made him reach full length and thickness, and she stared at her handiwork intently. But he hurriedly covered up as Marjorie started to turn the bathroom door handle, and he slipped in behind her to take his own shower.
Despite having seen Marjorie nude, she was very demure in the bedroom, always keeping herself covered. Janet was much more wanton, continually flashing him her bare pussy when her mother was turned away. Prick teaser.
They went down to dinner and the ladies showed them their purchases from the market, most of which seemed to be tat. The old boys were in high spirits, they had found another man to make up the four, and it seemed Ken and Ron had won all the money. After dinner there was a floorshow in the lounge, with two very good singers and a flamenco dancer. When they got to the room Janet opened her MacBook, produced a cable from her bag, and plugged it into the television. Then she activated a music channel and put on some Latin American dance music.
"Samba, Chachacha and Tango are the ones for Friday." Said Marjorie, and Janet fiddled with the menu. When the music came on, she talked through some steps with Geoff, and he went with the flow. They spent a good half hour rehearsing the moves, with another session planned before the competition.
THURSDAY
Marjorie was first up, fussing about choosing an outfit to wear for the bridge tournament, and she was the first to go downstairs to meet the ladies and discuss tactics. Before Geoff could get out of bed, Janet got up and peeled off her nightshirt, padding about in the nude and giving him a good look at her nicely tanned bum. "Wicked. "
Geoff had his usual quick shower and shave and got ready for the pool again. He and Janet came down to the restaurant and headed for the buffet. The old boys introduced them to their recruit to the fourball, and they headed off for the day. Marjorie said that she wanted to be back for 11.00am, as the hotel were laying on a lunch for the card players. They headed for the loungers, and Marjorie had reverted to her modest - but attractive one piece saying that some bits had had too much sun the day before, and the bikini was soaked in sunblock. She still looked very good, though. Geoff and Janet fell into sporadic conversation. Eventually she left to get ready for the tournament. She was wound up with concentration, ever the competitor. Janet turned her head towards Geoff.
"what's it like having a sibling, Geoff?"
"We get on well, we rarely argue, and I was so proud when she qualified as a doctor. It's as though she has always been there - did you want a sister or brother?"
"Mum couldn't have any more after me, they had to close off her ovaries, and after dad went, she has never tried to find anyone else, she just filled her time with work."
She looked pensive; "Geoff, a personal question, how many girl friends have you had? You don't need to name names."
Geoff thought: "About six or seven that mattered. One was my school friend, we used to make out and then at the end of our last term we decided to lose our virginities. It was a bit of a mess, we got excited, I couldn't get the condom on properly and although we did the deed it was awful. We never tried again. Then there were a couple of girls at Uni which went off better, one was great fun, but she had a lot of other guys in tow, and I was frightened of catching something. Then I met Melody as I left Uni, we started getting intimate and then I moved into her flat. The rest you know. "
"You did better than me. Like you I tried to get it off with a boy from school, but he didn't like my flat chest and we only did it once. Then there was one of my tennis coaches, he was married but I fell for him and went to his room one night. It was awful, there was no kissing or anything, he just spat onto his thing and shoved it into me. Then came inside me, I was traumatized. I flew back to my room and the other girls came and comforted me; he had done it to some of them as well. One of them gave me a morning after pill for which I was grateful. He later got prosecuted and jailed as some of the girls were underage. My name was kept out of it, mother saw to that and hired a hot shot lawyer. The next one along was Gary. And what a disaster that's been. I still have the IUD coil inside; I don't know why I bother"
"We both need a drink. Let's have some beers and tapas.", And they made for the terrace bar. They had a pleasant lunch with easy conversation.
Janet: "What shall we do next, I think I have had so much sun the beach would crisp me up. And I think I need some lotion rubbing on my buns."
"I want to rub that in for you, shall we do it in the comfort of the room."
"And what else have you got planned?"
"I know some ancient Derbyshire mating rituals."
"I suppose I will have to trust you."
They collected their bag and towels and headed for the elevator, avoiding the large windows in front of the card lounge, full of intense bridge players. Once in the room he locked the door and turned to Janet, who without any prompting had shed her swim costume, and stood in front of him, her nipples as hard as hat pegs. Geoff dropped his swim trunks and his cock stretched out from his body, visibly hardening.
"Let me get at it."
"We've got all afternoon, let's take it slow."
"I don't want slow; I want that cock."
They started to kiss, still standing in the center of the room. Their tongues mashed, and he reached up and rubbed one of her nipples between thumb and forefinger. She moaned, and grasped his tool, sliding her fingers up and down.
"Let's get on the bed, muscles."
"Your place or mine?"
"Best yours, mum might start sniffing around." And she giggled.
Geoff picked her up and tossed her onto his bed. She bounced her hips, exposing her cleft which was starting to peel open with a hint of lady lube starting to dribble down. Promising.
They lay on their sides, kissing and stroking. He began to suck on her nipples, and she gave a little squeal whilst never letting go of his fully hardened member. He moved his fingers down across her flat stomach and reached the top of her crease.
"Keep going, I'm nearly there."
"Patience"." his hand slid down as her petals began to open, and the wetness between her lips began to ooze over his fingers.
"I'm ready."
"No, you are not, there's long way to go yet"
"Teasing bastard."
He drew his lips across her abdomen and started to smell the aroma of a woman aroused. She had to let go of his cock as he moved down the bed, trailing his tongue. He started with a long lick of her widening crease from bottom to top but his tip didn't feel the usual bump of a clit hood. That could wait, he decided, as he wriggled his index finger into her vagina and began to slowly fuck her with it, whilst running his tongue up and down her outer lips. Janet began to shudder and started to buck her hips. Geoff now rolled his tongue inside her inner lips and thrust it in beside his finger. Then withdrew his tongue and began to search for her clitoris. He licked and swirled in the usual place and could sense the slight bump, but the clit wasn't there.
He inserted a second finger and kept pumping, then slid up the bed and kissed Janet on the mouth.
"Do you like your juices?"
"Too right"
"I want to lick your clitoris, but I can't find it"
"No one has since I was eighteen."
"I thought we had discussed sex partners?"
"I never mentioned Helga." She said between grunts and squeals.
"Helga?"
Janet gasped her reply as continued to finger fuck her. "She was a Danish girl I met at tennis school. We drank a bottle of vodka one night and started fooling around. She went down on me and found my clitoris, so it's there."
Geoff slid back down the bed and stuck his tongue inside her, gathering juices, moving to the slight rise at the top of her crease, he rubbed his fingers over the little mound, then clamped his lips down, sucking hard as he did so. To his delight, a tiny finger appeared, about the size of a broad bean.
He licked it.
Janet bounced into the air almost off the bed.
"Oh my God."
Now he alternated between licking her lips and tonguing this new arrival whilst pushing two fingers into her pussy in search of the rough skin on the front wall. Janet's moans and squeals intensified, and she clamped her vagina around his fingers, and came with a shuddering, groaning orgasm.
"That was unreal, I need to take a rest."
Carpe Diem - seize the moment.
"No rest for the wicked." Said Geoff and began to rub his swollen cock against her trembling labia. Without a pause he started to slide his rigid tool into his cousin's sopping wet tunnel and grunted as his pubic bone met her lower body. Janet continued to mutter and pant for breath as he slowly began to fuck her, starting with gentle strokes and building up to full length thrusts, gradually finding a nice rhythm.
Janet's cries started to intensify, and he felt the familiar tingling in his balls as his orgasm approached. He came off his elbows, reached down and put Janet's long muscular legs over his shoulders before thrusting even deeper into her canal then moving a hand across to rub his thumb against the little bean that was still sticking out of her vagina. Janet came again with a writhing cry, as Geoff emptied his thick cream inside her with a series of powerful squirts, and they collapsed side by side on the bed. They continued to kiss, and hold one another until his softening cock came out, causing a string of juices to dribble onto the top sheet.
"Wow, that was something. I guess we need a shower, I am covered in sweat, sunscreen and semen, what a cocktail."
"But that was just the first set, I will soon be serving for the second." Geoff felt his erection start to return, and Janet reached down to grasp it.
"Then we'd better change ends, roll on to your back." And she moved her head to nibble his abdomen before licking the head of his cock with slow strokes. "My first time at this, I'll try and remember the porn I watched at New Year." Then she took him into her mouth and started to slaver up and down. He watched, aroused, and fascinated, as she worked on his cock, her fingers around the base of his shaft. Then she pulled off, straddled his hips, and lowered herself onto his cockhead, her vagina already dripping again.
"I've never done it this way either, but I've seen it in a book. Wish me luck." She sank right down to his base, and started moving up and down, making small grunting noises.
"Try sliding backwards and forwards to make your clitoris rub against my pubic bone." Janet shifted herself and began to move to and fro, with her noises growing louder as their organs continued to squelch together. Geoff reached up and began to squeeze her solid nipples, he looked at her smiling face and thought this was pure joy.
Janet started moving faster and faster, breathing heavily.
"I'm cumming again, I don't believe it," and she squealed as she clamped her vagina around his solid muscle. Then she fell forward, pinning him to the bed, her chest heaving. After a couple of minutes her breath returned to normal and they lay once again on their sides, gently kissing and stroking.
"You haven't cum yet."
"It takes longer the second time, get on to your hands and knees"
Janet scooted up the bed and put her muscled brown buns up into the air, showing off her moist lips as Geoff lined up his stiff cock and he slid it into her without delay. He started to pound her with long, deep thrusts and she groaned and grunted, babbling profanities. He sensed his sap rising again and brought his hand round to rub her stiff little bud. At which point she gave an animal howl and spasmed as he gasped hoarsely and shot his second load into her willing body.
They collapsed, facing each other for the second time that afternoon.
"I guess we can call that a draw, let's call it a Grand Slam, "said Geoff, and she giggled.
"Maybe we can make the shower now, and you never put lotion on my buns like you promised." Then a cell phone started ringing in the beach bag and Janet rolled of the bed to fish it out. She wobbled uncertainly on her legs as she stood up.
"Hi Mum, we've not long got back from the pool, Geoff's in the shower and I am still in my swimsuit." She put her tongue out at Geoff and made a wanking gesture with her other hand.
"How did the bridge go? "You won?" "that's terrific."
"OK see you soon"
"Mum's coming up to get changed, she and Eunice won the tournament, now we have to put some clothes on, there's a wine tasting before dinner."
Geoff rushed into the shower and emerged to find that Janet had remade his bed and opened the windows on to the balcony to let the sea breeze in, but the aroma of freshly fucked flesh was still prevalent. He quickly changed into a clean polo shirt and chinos as Janet headed, still stark naked, for the bathroom then he picked up the bottle of aftershave provided by the hotel and dropped it onto the concrete slab in front of the window. The bottle shattered and a powerful smell of cheap cologne filled the room. Then he quickly unlocked the door and when Marjorie arrived, he was on his hands and knees picking up pieces of glass. Marjorie coughed, and he apologized for his clumsiness. Then the bathroom door opened, and Janet stepped out, wearing a fluffy bathrobe. She sniffed, coughed, and grinned at Geoff
Janet dried her hair and changed into a pretty flowered dress. They congratulated the winner and left her to select yet another dress from her collection as they set off for the ground floor. Janet turned to him in the lift; "Two minutes later and we would never have heard the phone, you would have had me bent over the side of the bath."
"And you would have loved it."
"No one can hear us in this lift, I have never come on a man's cock, and I came three times on yours. I feel a different woman."
"Was I better than Helga?"
Janet extended her thumb and little finger outwards and wiggled them.
"I'll try and remember."
"Best we act normal around mother, she might not be very forgiving. "And Geoff gave her a hug,
The wine tasting was, of course, an opportunity for the hotel to push some surplus vintage plonk on to the guests in time for dinner, so the meal was extra convivial. Not only were we celebrating the bridge champions, but Ron and Ken were best on handicap in the golf tournament. However, Colin had holed in one on the short par three, and his prize was delivered on a trolley by a couple of waiters. A huge jeroboam of vintage cava which was ceremoniously shared out around the nine diners, and the evening got noisier and noisier. The three retired to their room rather buzzed, and they prepared for bed. Janet wanted to see some more dance moves, but they had all had too much. Geoff used the bathroom to pee and brush his teeth and came out in just his sleep shorts, as it was very warm. Janet had taken off her dress and was sat on her bed in just bra and pants, which she provocatively removed, stood up and slipped her nightshirt over her head.
"Janet!" said Marjorie;" You aren't on the beach now." Janet blew her a raspberry as she went into the bathroom. Then Marjorie stood, and let her dress slip to the floor leaving her just in skimpy lace underwear. She didn't look at Geoff, but he knew that it was deliberate titillation. Ho hum.
Janet returned and Marjorie headed for the bathroom carrying her silk pajamas. Janet looked at Geoff and raised her eyebrows.
"Are you perving at my mother, didn't I fuck you hard enough this afternoon?"
Before Geoff could reply his aunt returned and they all got into their beds. The windows were left open, and Geoff, exhausted by the sexual athletics and drunk with the vintage champagne, soon fell asleep.
FRIDAY
They were all late getting up, drinking water greedily to mitigate the mild hangover from the night before. They decided against swimwear, and went to breakfast in smart casuals, and then sat outside under the terrace awning. Janet kept making suggestive glances to Geoff, rolling her tongue, and occasionally bucking her hips when her mother wasn't looking, but he kept shaking his head and raising a finger to his lips. The conversation turned to the dance competition, and Janet asked Geoff what he would be wearing.
"I have got some decent trousers and a nice jacket, will they do?"
"No." interjected Marjorie, you need something more appropriate."
"Come on.," said Janet, "I know just the place." And she led them to the rear of the hotel and into the boutique where Geoff had purchased the bikinis. She went up to the same pretty assistant and pointed to Geoff, parading a few dance steps. The assistant smiled, picked up some boxes and beckoned Geoff behind the curtain. She opened a box to reveal a fancy shirt with ruffles and pleats, in a brilliant blue satin effect. Geoff took off his polo shirt and tried it on. But the buttons didn't begin until just above his navel, so his chest poked out of the deep vee, with his well-developed pectoral muscles, now well bronzed, on full display. He felt somewhat self-conscious, but the assistant clapped her hands.
"Bravo, like Jean Claude van Damme, senor." Geoff walked back out and the other two stared.
"Oh, yes." Said Janet. "Mister Muscles." said her mother. "We'll take it." The assistant put it on the counter and added some complimentary cufflinks. "Do you want the trousers?"
She reached for another box and took out a pair of black dress trousers with a high waist and shiny tape down the sides. "For Latino dance." She said and ran a tape measure around Geoff's waist. "Your size, senor." And winked. Geoff looked inside and noticed that there was a gusset stitched to the inside. "What's that for?"
"Ah, with these trousers the man does not wear underpants, how do you say, he goes commando." Geoff stuttered but the other two laughed and put them on the counter as well. Finally, he bought a pair of patent leather shoes with a fancy buckle.
He turned to the girl, who seemed very pleased with the sale that morning; "What sort of Latino dress do you have for my partner." Pointing at Marjorie. The girl looked at her, smiled, and went into the back of the store, returning with a short, halter neck dress with ruffled skirt in a vivid red and ushered Marjorie behind the curtain. She reappeared and the other two were speechless. She looked like sex on a stick. Her tanned shoulders and arms complemented her long, bronzed legs and she twirled round, displaying an erotic bare, light brown back as the dress plunged to just above the bottom of her spine. The front had a narrow slit running from neck to belly, and her breasts were encased in some internal modesty cups. The ruffled skirt came to mid-thigh.
"We'll take that as well" said Janet and added a very small bright red panty thong from a display stand. "Your red sandals will go well with the dress."
Marjorie went to change back into her clothes and came out to see the smiling girl totting up the purchases.
"Let's split this." Said Geoff, reaching for his credit card. "No, it's my treat." Said Marjorie, "These will knock them out."
Geoff felt rather sidelined, so bought Janet a little mini dress outfit in silver, she rewarded him with a kiss and whispered that he mustn't rip it off. Tart.
After a snack lunch they went up to the room to stash the outfits, and Janet restarted the laptop with the dance music. She sat on her bed reading a magazine as the dancers practiced several moves, with her mother issuing all the instructions as usual. After a couple of hours, they lay down for a bit of a siesta with Geoff and Janet eyeing each other up in silent lust. They changed for dinner but left the costumes for later. Joining the others in the bar, Marjorie told Geoff he could only have two glasses of wine, there must be no drunken slip-ups. Towards the end of the meal, Marjorie and Geoff made their excuses and headed upstairs. He used the bathroom and brushed his teeth and came out to find Marjorie at the dressing table clad in a silk wrap, putting on some make up. He shed his polo shirt and put on the blue satin dance shirt, put in the cufflinks, and fastened up the few buttons. Then he stood up, faced away from Marjorie, and removed his underpants. He was aware that she could see everything in the large mirror, so he gave his cock and balls a good shake before he pulled on the black trousers. It felt strange with no underpants, so he had to adjust his cock to one side.
"That's some costume." She said, and stood up, dropping the wrap off her shoulders. She stood in front of him wearing nothing but the tiny thong and red, strappy, high heels. Geoff knew exactly the effect she was trying, successfully, to create and he told her she was heavenly.
"Help me into this, then." She said as she started to pull the dress up around her body. Geoff closed the catch at the top of the halter and zipped up the rear fastener.
"Let's go do it."
When they entered the lounge together there were a few gasps from the guests as they joined the other seven at the table. Drinks were pushed towards them, but they declined, and just sipped water. The rest of the dance couples were coming in, and everyone looked very smart. But there were more gasps when a couple in a gold ensemble entered the room. The man, rather short and solid but walking with dancer's ease was sporting a shirt like Geoff's but he had a very hairy chest topped by a large gold medallion. His partner, however, had on an amazing dress that fell to her ankles but was slit all the way up the left side. It was held together by a long cord threaded through eyelets, which started just above her hip and finished just below her armpit. No underwear of any sort was visible, and her large bosom was unfettered, with prominent nipples. The three old golf buddies were struck silent, and Ron noisily drained his glass of scotch.
The hotel manager made the introductions and explained that there were eight couples in the competition. They would all dance together and the band would play a samba, a chachacha and a tango. Then the judges - three smartly dressed people sat at a counter - would decide which four couples would go through to the next round. One couple would be eliminated after the samba, and one after the chachacha, leaving two couples left to dance the tango. Geoff was nervous and wished he could have a drink. Marjorie's forte was the samba, whilst he was very sure of his chachacha, but the tango was their weak spot.
Time was up. The band struck up the samba and the eight couples circulated. The tune ended and they changed to the chachacha, Geoff felt he had nailed it. However, the tango was less assured, and they stumbled in two places. There was applause from round the room as the session finished. The judges gave their scores to the manager, and they were relieved to have made the last four, as had the golden couple with the knicker less outfit. They once again took to the floor, and they nailed the samba, never missing a step. Next the chachacha, and Marjorie spun with grace and allure, almost flashing her red undies. It was going to be a dance off with the golden pair, and they all smiled at each other. Then they took a deep breath and began the tango, the most technically difficult of the three. Geoff and Marjorie concentrated on one another, as she murmured the step sequence in his ear. As they danced round, they heard the audience start to chuckle and then laugh and cheer, but they didn't look round. The dance finished, they had done their best and they walked to their table and noticed the golden couple scurrying out of the door. Janet was in tears of laughter.
"What was all that about." Said Geoff.
"Halfway through that dance the rope holding her dress together started to come undone, they made all sorts of efforts to stop it but as she stretched and shimmied it got worse. At the end you could see nearly everything."
Geoff looked at the old boys for confirmation and they were all doubled up with laughter. Ken raised a glass and said it had made his holiday.
The judges gave their scores to the manager and the two couples stood in front of the band. The busty lady had made some repairs to her dress but was in a bad mood. She looked at Geoff and Marjorie.
"My fucking sister sabotaged this dress, she was in charge of tying me in and left a loose knot at the bottom, I'll kill her. By the way, you are very good dancers. I saw that dress in the boutique but it's two sizes out for me. Good luck."
The drummer gave a roll on his snare drum and the manager stood at the microphone. But first he announced a bottle of champagne for the best entertainment and awarded it to the lady with the wrecked dress, and then pronounced Geoff and Marjorie as the winners, which brought on a round of applause from around the room They got back to the table to the congratulations of Janet and the three couples, and a waiter arrived pushing a trolley with three bottles of champagne in ice buckets.
"Hang on." Said Geoff, putting two buckets on the table and slipping the waiter a twenty euro note, "Can you put this, unopened, in room 413, please, thanks." The waiter palmed the note and wheeled the trolley towards the lifts.
The party then really got going, and the band started to play funky disco tunes and soon the floor was full of couples. Geoff was ready for a drink and guzzled a glass of champagne and then Colin handed him a large brandy, telling him it would put lead in his pencil, giving him a sly wink. He then enjoyed some dances with Janet, and as he became more buzzed, he even copped a dance with the rope dress lady, who rubbed her nipples across his bare chest with a lascivious smile. It seemed everyone wanted to dance with Marjorie, and they were plying her with drinks, and she was starting to wobble.
Eventually the dancing and the concentration, fueled by the champagne made them all very tired and as the tempo slowed down, they headed for their room. The champagne bucket was on the dresser, and Janet went open the bottle. Then she tapped her MacBook, which was open on the dresser and a samba started to play. Geoff sat down and took off his new shoes and socks, which were too tight, and he walked barefoot across the carpet to give Janet a hug.
"Cousin, you have been terrific, I have neglected you."
"No, I've enjoyed every minute of this evening, what a show, and what a result. You should have seen that lady's girly bits start to fall out." And she started to giggle once again. "But next time you will both have to sex up your moves." She handed round glasses of chilled champagne.
"Weren't we sexy enough, then?" said Marjorie, who was rather drunk and started to move to the samba music in a very suggestive manner, thrusting her crotch at Geoff. She reached down and took off her high heels
Carpe Diem - seize the moment.
Geoff responded by undoing his cufflinks and taking off his shirt, flexing his muscled torso. Marjorie parted her lips and looked at him. He put his right hand around her waist grasped her right hand with his left in the classic dancing hold. Then he started to move backwards and forwards, holding her against his body. Marjorie groaned and molded her body to his.
"Keep going." Said Janet, who was dancing by herself, holding the bottle, "More sex please."
Geoff held Marjorie even closer, her head held back looking at him. Instinctively he leant down and brushed her lips. She responded by clamping her lips on his and pushing her tongue into his mouth whilst rubbing her hand up and down his naked back. His tongue met hers and she began to moan.
"That's more like it," said Janet and he felt her hands on his waist. Then they moved to the front of his latino trousers, and she unsnapped the catch and twisted open the fly buttons. They fell straight to the floor, and he stepped out of them, stark naked and with his cock starting to rise. They never broke their lip lock and the music changed to the cha-cha-cha with its rolling rhythm.
"Keep going." Said Janet, now rather drunk, "Give them a real show."
Geoff's right hand was now running up and down Marjorie's bare back and they just swayed to the rhythm without making any dance steps. Then he saw Janet out of the corner of his eye, she had a wicked gleam in hers as she stepped behind her mother and undid the clasp at the top of the halter together with the short zip holding the skirt on to her bum. The front of the dress now untethered began to fall and Janet said.
"Give her a twirl." Geoff lifted Marjorie's right arm straight up in the air and spun her round, at which point her dress, now without any support, fell to the floor leaving her in just the red thong. They resumed their clinch and Geoff had to adjust his cock, which was now well on the way to full mast, so he positioned it vertically between their bellies. But no sooner had he let go of it than his hand was replaced by Marjorie's who gave it an almighty, almost painful, squeeze. He responded by taking his right hand off her back and grasping her left nipple between thumb and forefinger. Marjorie gave a small yelp through her teeth and increased the grip on his cock. Then he broke their lip lock and took her right nipple into his mouth. She started to gabble something incoherent, and he put both hands on her hips and eased the panty thong off and it fell to the floor, joining the assortment of discarded clothing. Marjorie, who had been silent for several minutes, then surprised him by saying.
"You are a naughty boy; I haven't done this since college."
"Now we are getting somewhere," said Janet, who by this time had stripped off her silver minidress and matching thong and was sat on a chair, stark naked, still holding the champagne bottle.
Marjorie now started to masturbate his rigid tool as they resumed kissing deeply, so he moved his right hand across and felt for her flat, closed vagina. But as his finger began to slide up and down, he felt the lips start to open and a trickle of moist secretion greased his digit. "He thought of the little mussel with its closed shell, opening in the simmering wine.........."
Carpe Diem - seize the moment.
He bent down and lifted Marjorie up in the air, depositing her on her back in the middle of her bed. He sensed that she wanted to protest, but he knelt on the bed and gently parted her legs then placed his lips straight into her buzz trimmed crotch. The aroma of arousal was unmistakable. Having rubbed her labia with his fingers he now licked them with his tongue, and she shuddered and made some small grunting noises. He inserted his finger into her hole, which was steadily getting wetter, and searched for the sensitive part of her inner womanhood. As his tongue began to open the top of her inner lips, he couldn't find her clitoris, but only the day before he had encountered the same problem. So, he clamped his mouth at the top of her slit and sucked hard. Once again, a tiny finger greeted his efforts and he flicked it with his tongue.
Marjorie lifted them both off the bed with a spasm as though she had been poked with a cattle prod. She now became incoherent and bucked and bounced under his onslaught. Her tempo increased and she gave a soft scream as she orgasmed on his tongue and fingers. She lay back panting and gathered her breath to speak, shaking her head from side to side.
Carpe Diem - seize the moment.
Geoff sensed that she was about to say something, so he crawled up her body and once again began to kiss her passionately. She grunted with pleasure and responded, seemingly happy to taste her own juices. Then without any further delay he rubbed his swollen cock against her vagina and pushed the head into her opening.
He tried to push it further, but it was as tight as a mouse's anus.
So, he just wriggled a little bit more into her canal, which was slippery with her secretions and hot enough to brown toast but so very constricted, and he slowly began to slide his pulsing cock in and out using short strokes. She was panting in short gasps like a tiny steam engine, and he was rewarded by her muscles gradually relaxing as he worked his way up, and within a minute he was in as far as it would go, and he paused for a moment.
Marjorie opened her eyes and looked at him. She gave him a stare which was a mixture of fear and lust, and then she thrust her groin up against him and started to utter a string of expletives. Now Geoff was about to say something, but Marjorie silenced him by clamping him in another lip lock and they settled into a steady rhythm. By this time, the music had long turned over to a tango and they undulated on the bed with increasing intensity.
Geoff heard a sound from the other side of the room and out of the corner of his eye saw Janet, still naked, writhing on his bed with her fingers clamped between her legs. She was holding the bottle of champagne with the other hand and dribbling the amber liquid onto her nipples.
Marjorie's cries were muffled but insistent, and Geoff's breath became hoarse as he pounded her neglected cunt with the little pleasure bean still poking from the top of her slit.
She became more and more animated, and he recognized that her orgasm was going to be a biggie. And it was. Marjorie let out a guttural roar and bit into his shoulder, her hands and their sharp, red painted nails dragging across his back. Her vaginal muscles, which had eventually relaxed to accept his long thick cock, now clamped him again in a velvet vice. Her timing was perfect, as he could no longer hold himself back and seed poured out of him in a series of powerful squirts. They were both covered in sweat, and lay side by side panting for breath. When Geoff recovered, he withdrew his slackening cock and looked across to see that her eyes were closed, and her breathing was steady. "Job done." He thought to himself.
He had an urge to pee, so stood up from the bed on uncertain legs and drew the sheet over sleeping Marjorie's naked body. Janet was in his bed under a single sheet, but her eyes were open. She must have turned off the music.
"Well done, champ, you have made her holiday."
Geoff walked over to the other side of the room and said he needed a pee.
" Go ahead, I've just been. I couldn't sleep with all that racket going on."
When Geoff got out of the bathroom having given his face and cock a quick wash, Janet had thrown back the sheet and was lying naked with her legs apart.
"Fuck me to sleep, cousin."
So, he did.
SATURDAY
Geoff woke up to the insistent ringing of a cellphone on the dresser, so he got out of bed and looked at the screen. It said Mum, and as it was Janet's phone he pressed to answer.
"Right, you two, I want you on the terrace in five minutes, don't shower, and don't start fooling around." Marjorie was at her most imperious, and Geoff had an uneasy feeling in his stomach.
"Was that the wicked witch?" said Janet," I guess she has reverted to type."
"We have been summoned," said Geoff, throw on anything." After splashing on some cold water and brushing teeth, they put on the first clothes to hand, Janet found a tee shirt and some shorts, Geoff a wrinkled polo shirt and some baggy cargo pants. All the clothes from last night's entertainment were in a heap on the chair and he went to look in his latino trousers for his small wallet, so he rummaged in the pile. They went downstairs and found a grim-faced Marjorie at a table on the terrace, with coffee and fruit laid out for them. She was devoid of makeup and wearing the green catsuit again.
Marjorie stared at them through her big sunglasses. Her eyes were maybe just a little bloodshot.
"Let's get this perfectly straight, last night never happened - OK?"
Geoff recognized the commanding tone, as though she was instructing junior members at a staff meeting. He was formulating a reply but was forestalled by Janet.
"Of course, last night happened. I was there, you were there, Geoff was there." "And I saw a well-muscled young man with a big cock fuck you senseless to a dance band playing the Argentine tango."
Marjorie sat up as though electrocuted.
"Now listen to me."
"No, listen to me, mother." He fucked you through the mattress, you came twice, the second time, you were making noises that belonged to a wildlife documentary. It really happened and we all enjoyed it."
By now Marjorie was about to get to her feet.
"Hold on everyone," said Geoff. "No one is going to deny it happened, the issue is, what do we do now. For my part I am going to keep it to myself. What happens on holiday stays on holiday, I don't think either of you are going to go home and tell everyone - are you? It was very enjoyable, and very erotic but it was a very private thing. I doubt we three will ever do that again"
"We most certainly will not!" said his aunt with a frosty glare, as though about to issue a stream of instructions to subordinates, however Geoff detected a tremor in her voice. "If word of this debauchery starts to circulate my career would be ruined."
"It's a good job we weren't filming then, giggled Janet."
Marjorie bristled "I never thought my daughter had such a filthy mind."
"Oh, lighten up, mother, you had a really good holiday shag with no regrets, go with the flow, shall we have a couple of drinks to celebrate the end of our week in the sun?"
Aunt Marjorie said she wouldn't be drinking for a long while, but Geoff went across to the bar and came back with a bottle of nice Cava in an ice bucket, as mother and daughter had their heads together in a whispered, albeit heated altercation. He set down the three glasses, Janet popped the cork and poured.
"I don't know what came over me," said Marjorie.
"Happiness" said Geoff. "The shackles came off and we all saw a different woman, sexy, funny, and liberated."
Marjorie's shoulders slumped. "I lost it, with the alcohol and the dancing, I lost my grip."
"About time too," said Janet. "Somebody should have given you a good fuck ten years ago, it would have put a damn smile on your face for once." Marjorie said nothing. Geoff sensed that the dynamic between mother and daughter had changed, and, he thought, for the better.
Janet kept up the attack. "And why don't you tell us exactly went on at college? You kept mentioning college as a sort of slow reveal, you let it slip on the beach that you hadn't gone naked since college, and you said it again when you were dancing the samba in the nude. Let's have everything out, Mother."
"I think I have told you enough, and that's that."
"If you spent more time in the bedsheets and less on the spreadsheets you would be a happier woman." Janet kept pushing the envelope.
Despite her earlier refusal, Marjorie then downed her glass of cava in one swallow. She started blinking as her eyes were starting to water, and she blew her nose on a napkin. Geoff stood up, turned his back on his aunt and cousin, and reaching down he grabbed the back of his loose tee shirt and lifted it up to his shoulders. They looked at the deep lacerations across his back where Marjorie's nails had gouged his skin in the throes of her abandoned arousal.
"Fuck me," said Janet
"Geoff, I am so sorry," pleaded Marjorie
Geoff just dropped his tee shirt back down just as her three erstwhile bridge partners and their husbands arrived for their breakfasts, as they had another week to go at the resort.
"How is the dancing queen this morning?" asked Eunice, as Ron looked at Geoff and gave him a sly wink, whilst Ken flexed his bicep in a salacious salute. Janet lifted her glass "We are celebrating a winning team," she said, and the three old boys all turned away to hide their grins.
"Sorry, folks, said Marjorie, standing up "we must get changed and packed ready for the airport shuttle, it's been a great holiday, thanks for the company, you are all very skillful bridge players, and all three of us have had a great time".
Mother and daughter moved to embrace their new friends before they headed for the buffet, But Ron, Ken and Colin called Geoff over for a departing handshake. Colin looked him in the eye
"Now, Geoff, this is serious, big money is involved. We have hefty bets on you three. So, tell us in absolute confidence, did you bang one or the other, or both?"
"Put all your stake money in the kitty and have a good drink. You will have to guess the answer," said Geoff. Then he surreptitiously pulled a tiny red panty thong from his left pocket and a tiny silver panty thong from his right pocket and gave them a smile. They all nodded, grinned, and gave him an even firmer handshake.
EPILOGUE
The three hardly spoke on the shuttle, nor the on the air flight back to Manchester. Janet gave Geoff a big hug as they left the arrival hall, and a crafty squeeze of his cock, but Marjorie politely just said goodbye, never meeting his gaze.
He wrote her a nice letter of thanks a few days later, but she didn't reply. However, he did see and speak to Janet quite often, as her financial advice to the company proved invaluable, she got on well with Simon, saved them a lot of tax and sourced some lucrative development grants to acquire better machinery. The farmhouse became more habitable, and she stopped over a couple of times. They enjoyed those nights together, but both sensed it would never last, the electrically charged lust from Spain had, as it were, remained on holiday. At the end of her last visit, she gave him the "Dear John," as she was about to get serious with Jeremy, a young corporate lawyer she met at the tennis club and that they would be searching for a house to share. Best of all, her mother approved of him and then gave her the surprise news that she had been paying into a trust fund since Janet was aged seven, and she could have the accumulated money towards a house. This, after shrewd investment, had accrued to about half a million pounds, so Janet and Jeremy were looking at a swish apartment on Salford Quays, overlooking the water. She felt that her mother was trying to make up for being a real shit for so many years. Geoff said that maybe she now had some 'leverage', as the Americans would say. I wished her well, and she told me that her mother had been promoted and was now the Group Finance Director for a Stock Exchange quoted company and moving in very elevated circles.
Geoff was rather surprised to receive a text from Marjorie, asking him to speak to her on a private line at a certain time on a certain evening. More of a command than an invitation. He duly phoned, and she thanked him for his letter and pleaded pressure of work. Then she opened somewhat and thanked him for his part in the holiday. She trusted him to keep it a secret and said that it was totally out of character but on reflection she had no regrets. She said their next meeting would be at Janet and Jeremy's wedding, and she looked forward to a dance, adding that the red dance dress was in her wardrobe, but she wouldn't be wearing it again. They ended the conversation on friendly terms.
A few days later he received an email from Janet. Marjorie's big plc company had announced that their next Spring Conference was to be held at........South!
He smiled to himself all week.
Geoff subsequently met Rae, a lively New Zealand medic who was working in the same hospital as his sister. Life was good, business was good, but every time he heard the tango his thoughts turned to the hotel, the nude beach, the dancing, and the fucking, and he felt his cock throb a little. And as for a dish of Moules Marinieres ...!