1st Times: Memories of College Ex

As winter began creeping in, made worse by persistent drizzle for days, sunlight became ever more precious in London. So Florence and I jumped at the chance to book a last-minute bargain trip to sunny Tenerife, in the Canary Islands of Spain, 10 days after that eventful night when I popped her anal cherry, so to speak, in our doorway.

The charming seaside towns and captivating beaches of Tenerife were just as great as advertised. But many of the people we saw there, locals as well as tourists, were equally gorgeous in their beachwear. Which was why, one early afternoon on the third day of our trip, when two beautiful young Spanish women chatted me up in a bar while Florence had gone to the washroom, it never occurred to me to be anything other than friendly socialising.

When Florence came back to sit by me at the bar, her irritation was totally palpable, and the two Spaniards quickly left.

"It looked like you were having a good time chatting with them?" She asked me, as if she were accusing me of some crime.

"Well, they were friendly, and it was just a chat!" I replied, failing to conceal some of my own annoyance with her tone.

Florence was not pleased. She asked for the bill soon after. We left the bar and, as planned before the incident, began to walk towards an apparently secluded cove beach, which we spotted yesterday from afar.

On the way, I tried to talk to her in a conciliatory manner, but she barely responded and would not let me hold her hand.

It was only when we finally arrived at that cove, which was even more tranquil and picturesque than we could have imagined, that Florence's sour mood started to lift.

This sandy cove, about the size of a basketball court, was shielded by a cliff and some huge rocks on two sides, and there was no one and no man-made objects in sight when we got there.

The only paths into the cove would be wading through a bit of the waves, around the big rocks, or through a narrow footpath by the hillside.

As we partially undressed and lay down on our large beach towels to enjoy the warm sun and sea breeze on our bodies, listening to the soothing sound of waves lapping on the beach, we finally had some normal chat again. After a while, I risked it and asked Florence why she was so upset by my chatting with those two women.

"They were obviously prostitutes." Said Florence, with undisguised contempt in her voice.

"What makes you say so?" I honestly wondered.

She sniped in a disdainful tone, 'Their make-up and the way they dressed... were just... cheap and obscene.'

"Said the girl who is wearing nothing but a tiny thong in public." I could not help but retort.

"I am sunbathing! And this is a bikini!" Florence snapped back, gesturing at her crotch. The murmuring roll of her naked, tender breasts gently woke up my manhood.

With no wish to spoil the last 24 hours of our trip, and hoping for some more romantic 'action' before we fly back to London, I tried to placate Florence as much as I could after that exchange. With my sweet words as well as some massages I threw in when she needed my help to apply sunscreen on her back. Although when my hand slowly approached her ass, she pushed it away quite firmly.

Perhaps sensing my intention, Florence turned to look into my eyes and said, 'Take this punishment and I will forget what happened.'

'Punishment...?' I asked, sitting up.

'No touching your dick or my body unless I tell you to, until we fly back.' She said with a devilish smirk, 'Except when you pee or shower, of course. Don't say I am unreasonable. And if you break the rules, all the dishwashing and vacuuming would be yours for a month, deal?'

'Fine, it's a deal.' Just as I thought it was a bummer, but it ain't that bad, Florence rolled onto her backside, and proceeded to untie her bikini bottom.

Wordlessly, I watched her put on her sunglasses, tossing her long, tied-up hair behind her, lie down and spread her legs wide. Her most private part completely exposed to the sun of Tenerife.

Then, her hands reached for her vulva and began gently playing with her delicate labia.

I swallowed, the erotic sight got my cock quickly hardened, straining my loose swim shorts by pushing upwards. Florence's hands continued to caress herself, and a thin layer of moisture began to build up on the soft lips between her legs, glistening under the sun. Before long, her fingers started stroking her clitoris gently, and she sighed, the sound tipping into a shallow moan.

What evil scheming, I thought to myself. My cock was desperately begging for me to stroke it. But I would not give in. With a deep breath and a sigh, I stood up, dragging my eyes from Florence's slender and sexy body to look at anything that might distract me. I took some steps toward the ocean, feeling the wet sand on my toes. And then I noticed three people dressed in beachwear, 2 men and 1 woman, carrying bags, were walking toward our general direction. They were still a long way away and might well be heading to some other beach near ours, but still I cautioned Florence about them. There were clearly marked nudist beaches in Tenerife, but this certainly wasn't one.

She paid me no heed and, in fact, she picked up the pace she stimulated her clit, and slowly inserted a finger into her tight love hole, the one my manhood missed so dearly right then, even though we had sex the previous night.

As Florence began to groan louder, her hip gyrating, I pulled my hands behind me to prevent them from dooming me to a month-long hell of dishwashing and vacuuming. But I could not stop myself from watching my butt naked girlfriend masturbate; her lithe body, toned from regular exercise, glorious under the blue sky. A delicate film of perspiration on her sweet 32 C cup breasts and her taut abs caught the sun, making her skin shimmer. Her legs spread wider, allowing her to start slowly pumping a finger in and out of her vagina.

Moments later, the 3 beach-goers caught my attention again, and they were much closer now. There was no doubt they would soon walk into this little cove. I moved promptly to stand beside Florence and said, 'Those three people will be walking in here soon!'

'How long...' but before she can finish asking, we can already hear some loud conversation and laughter from the strangers, just behind the big rocks near us. Florence removed her hands from her crotch and crossed her legs at the thigh. But instead of finding something to cover her private parts, she just pushed up on her elbows to lift her upper body, and pretended to look out at the sea.

I was crouching, trying to find a towel or something from our bag to throw on top of her nakedness, but since Florence was apparently happy with the way things were, I paused and wondered what to do. And then the 3 beach-goers had walked around the big rocks and saw us. The men were wearing unbuttoned short-sleeved shirts and wide shorts, typical of most people we saw in this touristy town. You can see the woman's bikini beneath her almost-sheer wrap dress, but she was very fully clothed compared to Florence.

They paused in their track and in their conversation, about 8 meters from us. Clearly, their eyes went from looking at us to only looking at Florence. It was the woman among the three of them who urged the men to continue walking; she even pointed at the narrow footpath by the hillside on the far side of the cove, perhaps letting the men know where they were heading as much as letting us know that they won't be lingering here.

As they inevitably walked closer to us, because that was the only natural route to where they were heading, I realised my boner was pretty obvious. In fact, my girlfriend's tits and crotch being so openly displayed to these strangers under broad daylight actually made me even more aroused. I awkwardly turned away to hide the tent erected between my legs. But Florence, on the contrary, confidently said 'Hi' and smiled at the strangers as they crossed the space between us and the sea. I turned my face to see that the two men were waving at her as they replied with their 'Hi'. One of them showed Florence a wide smile while his eyes drank in all the naked beauty she had generously put on show.

When the three of them were finally out of sight, I heard Florence let out a breath, apparently in relief. Her chest was slightly heaving as she took a few deliberate breaths. Then she promptly lay back down, her hands resumed their busy work between the long and lean legs that she had just spread out again.

If the interruption had affected her mood, it was getting Florence more turned on. Before long, she was slowly finger fucking herself while rubbing her clit. I could tell she wanted to cum, and soon. Listening to the lustful moans coming from her mouth, and feeling my cock was again achingly hard, I gave in to a thought that had just drifted into my mind, a plan of action that might surprise myself.

I stood up to look around, checking if there might be any other strangers heading our way. Satisfied that seemed unlikely, I stepped in between Florence's legs, my feet feeling the sand that had been heated up by the bright sun. I pushed my shorts all the way down before I knelt between her thighs, my rock-hard manhood swaying perilously close to her wet and lustful sex.

She was surprised by my action; her hands froze as I pulled up a bunch of hot sand and sprinkled it on Florence's sensitive nipples. When she sucked in air from the sensation, a hint of a smile must have escaped my lips. We looked at each other, though I could not see her eyes behind the sunglasses, I whispered, 'Please.'

We stayed like that for a few moments, me betting on Florence's lust getting the better of her, and finally she looked at my cock, and her hand that was working her clit grabbed my shaft and pressed it on her labia, and she began to rock her hips, rubbing herself on my cock, while muttering, 'you bastard....'

Enjoying her soft lips' feeling on my cock, I asked Florence quietly, "Can I touch you, to help you feel good?" I saw her biting her lower lip, considering, before finally she gave in and purred, "OK..."

That's the reply I needed to spring into action that surprised Florence again, without offending the 'punishment' I accepted: She yelped as I grabbed her wrists, gently but firmly forced her hands up and above her head, onto the beach towel. She struggled, but my hands were strong. I maintained a smile; it was not my intention to scare her, as I began to rock my hip and rub my cock on her soaking wet labia, occasionally touching her clit too. Florence groaned with a hint of frustration, her hip trying to thrust upward to get more stimulation from my cock, but I teased her by pulling back.

'You bastard....' Florence said again, more forceful this time, but she knew she was at my mercy now if her burning desire was to be satisfied. Switching my grip to hold both of her wrists in one hand, I began to sporadically slap her pussy with my shaft, in between rubbing her, keeping her turned on but not giving her enough constant stimulation to approach her climax.

"If you want me inside you, say please," I said. Florence turned her face left and right, refusing to give in. So I stopped touching her pussy altogether. Instead, I teased her by drawing faint, curved lines on all the skin around her vulva with my fingers. She cried out in frustration, her hip twisting left and right instinctively, hoping to get some attention for her eager vagina again, to no avail.

"Say please..." I urged again, coldly, but instead of teasing her, I grabbed her leg and turned her hip by 90 degrees, so that I had a clear target to...

SLAP! I hit her ass cheek not too hard, but not too gently either. Florence cried out, perhaps in shock more than in pain.

'Say please.' SLAP! My palm hit her ass again, and she cried out louder.

SLAP! ' She yelped and finally, she said, '...please... Please fuck me! I want your dick!' Florence said, her voice went from a whisper to a cry.

I did not dally. Holding her calf with one hand, my other hand moved the tip of my cock to her soaking wet pussy's entrance. I pushed it in, just the tip, spreading the folds of her inner lips. She moaned in pleasure, but immediately demanded more, heaving her hip up towards my groin.

Grabbing both of her legs now, I gave Florence deeper and deeper thrusts, stretching her tight love tunnel to accommodate my size. She gasped and cried out when I finally buried my whole hard rod inside her, to the hilt. Florence, up on her elbows, watching my invasion of her love hole, bunching the towel in her hands, her mouth opened, sucking in air.

For a while, I would pull out almost all the way, then ram it in hard and fast, all the way again, forcing a groan from Florence. I would take a pause, enjoy the sight of her breasts undulating by my forceful entry, and of the sunlight pouring over her lithe but toned body, her defined stomach glowing warmly, every curve kissed by light. While that soft, faint trench down the centre of her abdomen invites the eye to linger, alluringly.

After more of these hard and deep thrusts, I leaned forward to knead Florence's perky breasts while my hip began to rock in shallower but more frequent strokes, focusing on stimulating the entrance part of her vagina. Florence began to rub her clitoris while she moaned and moaned. Sensing that she may be approaching the peak of pleasure, I pinched and twisted her two nipples at the same time, drawing a loud, painful cry from her.

"I am close! I am close!" She declared under the blue, open sky. Her hip curled upward to meet my every thrust. Then her pleasure hit the tipping point, as I felt her ankles wrap around my waist to hold me inside her spasming pussy. She made a couple of wordless yelps before a loud scream that might have echoed around the cove.

I was not far behind either. Moments later, after a few more deep and brutal strokes into her pussy, I also came, feeling my semen overflow from her hole. We held each other tight, slowly recovered and came down while the waves continued to lap at the beach, sea gulls flying above our naked, youthful bodies, side by side.

Sex proved to be the best way to put a good mood back on for Florence. We spent the remainder of that day swimming by the cove before we enjoyed nice seafood and cocktails in a seaside town. We got pretty drunk there, so much so that when we came across an adult-themed tourist shop after dinner, I wasted some money buying a small, entry-level butt plug that has a bright red plastic heart mounted on its wider end. Florence laughed when she made me pay for it, saying she would use it on me if I 'misbehave'.

Luckily, the next time I saw this butt plug, it was already inside Florence's ass.

It was about a week after we returned to London from Tenerife, when Florence and I were at home getting dressed to attend an art gallery's private view event in Shoreditch, East London. Already tipsy from some afternoon drinking, Florence flipped up her short skirt to reveal that butt plug to me, snuggly stuffed into her backside, the red heart clearly visible, her black thong pushed aside by it.

"Let's do something 'Exciting' after the private view, shall we?" Florence said with a bright smile. 'Something Exciting' was the secret term we have been using to mean those daring public sex or exhibitionist outings we had been having every now and then.

"Sure... but, you're confident that is not going to drop out from your ass in the middle of the gallery?" I kissed her cheek while stealing a touch of her ass, teasing her.

"Of course. My ass is mighty tight. It is not like anything BIG have been inside it." Florence retorted, me being the only man who has used her ass, and pinched my cheek while smirking.

When we left our flat, around 5pm, we found that the lift was out of order, so the stairs it was. Not ideal for Florence, as she had decided to wear a new pair of shoes with longer heels than she was used to. Apparently, those were the only pairs that matched well with the dark grey pleated short skirt and thigh-high knitted socks she was wearing that night.

We began to descend the stairs, but I remembered the event invites were left at our doorway, so I went back to get them while Florence continued her way to the lobby of our building, slowly, to compensate for her high heels.

After I got the invites and was making my way down, I heard Florence's yelp and a thud, so I hurried down the stairs. At the bottom of the stairway, I found that she was being helped up to her feet by a tall blonde woman, flanked by a muscular man who was picking up the coat Florence had dropped. Florence said thanks to the couple before she turned to explain to me, "I tripped and fell flat on my face...", as she smoothed her short skirt.

While I checked over her reddened elbows and palms, I could sense the eyes of the muscular man looking Florence up and down, from the edge of my vision, and I wondered why this man and the blonde were still standing around.

Then the man spoke to us, introducing himself as Zachery and the blonde as his girlfriend, Sigrid. They were living on the 4th floor.

"Would you guys like to join us for a smoke in the courtyard?" Zachery asked, looking at Florence and then me, with light-brown eyes that were intense and enigmatic. His girlfriend seemed caught off guard by his invitation, too.

"No, thanks. We are in a hurry for an event." I replied quickly, my hand already on Florence's shoulder to urge her to go. But Zachery's words stopped us.

'Who knows, maybe we will see a naked girl by the window enjoying oral sex, and some orgasm?' He said with a knowing, impish smile.

Florence and I looked at each other, shocked. Sigrid looked surprised too, her gaze travelling between her boyfriend and us. Zachery didn't elaborate and began to walk towards the courtyard of our residential building, a common open-air area linked to the lobby, where residents would often go to smoke. His girlfriend following him.

"Let's see what he had to say," I said to Florence.

Zachery and Sigrid were a handsome couple, both in their early 30s. He was roughly the same height as me, 5"11, and she was no more than an inch shorter. Both were Caucasian, Zachery had tanned skin and short, wavy dark hair. He was wearing a stylish and expensive-looking long-sleeved polo shirt that stretched over a muscular chest. His broad shoulders and thick arms suggested he frequented the gym and probably liked his protein drinks.

Sigrid has short, natural blond hair in a pixie cut. Her face more striking than pretty, her large blue eyes might be a little wide set, her jaw might be quite squared, but her body language and the way she smiled at Zachery carried a subtle, charged eroticism. And even though she was wearing a long coat, my eyes could not help but be pulled towards those sumptuous curves under her figure-hugging dress, especially that deep cleavage proudly stood out from the low neckline.

Zachery had just lit up a cigarette when we caught up to them in the courtyard. He was looking right at a full-length window of the 2nd floor's common corridor, where a few weeks ago, a butt-naked Florence was leaning on while I ate her pussy, bringing her to orgasm. The way Sigrid was now looking at us, with a thinly veiled expression of amusement, told me her boyfriend had just explained to her why he might recognise us.

"Relax, guys!" Zachery said with a posh accent, holding up his hands as if to placate us. "No need to look so serious. I am not gonna tell anyone! And if you ask me, it was no big deal. I mean, it was a beautiful sight. Truly."

"Were you in here then? But it was pitch black..." Florence asked. If she was fazed by the revelation that this stranger had seen her naked and was getting an orgasm from oral sex, she did not show it at all.