A recently divorced woman goes on holiday all by herself. She's seduced by a couple that drug her and have a threesome with her.
Alone on the Beach
I was walking along the beach. It was somewhat past dawn, the boulevard had closed, the other tourists had gone back to their hotels. It was just me and the sand, me and the water, me and the dark blue night sky, only tiny slivers or red and purple lingered around the horizon, remembering of the sun that was once there.
After my husband had left me. I went on a holiday all by myself. My friends told me they respected that, that they couldn’t do it, they wouldn’t be able to go on holiday all by themselves. I pretended I could, but now that I was here I was bored and lonely.
Above all I was sad. Everywhere I looked I saw those happy young couples and people in relationships. My husband left me. I was alone. Life sucked, no matter how pristine the beaches were, or how warm the sun. Life just sucked. I was heartbroken and getting more and more insecure by the minute, thinking I would never find someone who could love me. Maybe I was simply unlovable.
My feet sinking away in the warm sand. During daytime the sand was burning hot, but by now it had cooled down to a comfortable warmth. The sand pouring in between my toes, soft beneath my heels.
‘Want a cocktail?’ Someone screamed. I looked back and saw one of the woman from our bustrip running over the sand, trying to catch up with me. It was a tiny dark haired women. She was small and wore primarily goth clothes. She was on holiday with her partner. Her partner was a slim boring looking man, that wore polo shirts. They were and odd coupling, I thought.
‘We saw you walking here all by yourself and we wondered if you wanted to drink a cocktail with us.’ She was now walking next to me, putting her arm around my shoulder. I’m not the kind of person who makes friends easily. I’m not comfortable with people I don’t know touching me, but the embrace of the goth girl felt quite nice. Maybe it was because I hadn’t had a proper cuddle in ages. Normally I would’ve declined an invitation like hers, but I forced myself to say yes. After all I went on holiday alone to push myself out of my comfort zone, to try new things and to meet new people.
A bit uncomfortable I followed the goth girl back to the hotel bar. I sat down at the table with her husband and she went and got me a margarita. It had a little slice of lime on the edge. She returned to the table and put it down in front of me.
‘Wait a minute.’ She said, when I wanted to put the glass against my lips. ‘The cocktails here are a bit... eehm... bland.’ She said. ‘We put a little extra of ourselves in.’
She had a little eyedropper and held it above my glass.
‘You want it too?’ She asked.
‘What is it?’ I asked hesitantly.
‘It’s … what’s it called again babe?’ She looked at her husband. ‘It doesn’t matter, it’s something my Nick took home from work, a little work bonus you could say, it’ll help you too loosen up and relax, that’s what holidays are for isn’t it, to loosen up and relax?’ Without waiting for a reply she squeezed a seep of colorless liquid into my margarita and started stirring.
‘Cheers.’ The three of us said, clinking our glasses together. For a moment I hesitated drinking the cocktail, but then I pushed myself to take a sip. I shouldn’t be so tightly wound, I should be more adventurous, more laid back.
We talked. It was quite a superficial conversation, about the hotel, and our tour guide, we gossiped a little about the other people on our trip, and then we got to know each other. Goth girl was actually named Irena, she was partly Russian and she worked as a kindergarten teacher. She had a few fun stories about the children there that made me chuckle. Her husband, Nick, worked at a pharmaceutical company.
‘He doesn’t do any testing on mice.’ The goth girl hasted herself to say. ‘He tests on people.’
Nick laughed and shrugged. ‘I don’t, they do that in the clinic. I just make sure the paperwork is in order and people get paid.’
I laughed, although I didn’t know what was so funny about that. I simply couldn’t stop laughing. I just felt so cheerful. Like all of my worries had melted away, like I was free somehow.
‘I’m free.’ I said. And then I wanted to say it again even louder. I wanted to scream. I was free. I was finally free. I didn’t even know what it was that had kept me down all that time, but it had disappeared and now I could fly.
‘It’s time to get her upstairs I think.’ The goth girl said.
Her husband nodded.
‘Sweety.’ The goth girl talked to me in a belittling voice. ‘You’re getting a bit loud. Let’s say we go back to our room, then we can drink from the minibar and you’re free to talk as loudly as you want.’
‘Sure.’ I said. No fears. No hesitations. No social awkwardness. I just felt relieved.
The goth girl grabbed my arm and guided me to the elevator. I’m pretty sure I wasn’t all that drunk yet. I’d only drank one margarita. I probably could’ve walked on my own, but I did like the goth girls hand touching me. Guiding me. I caressed her fingers. ‘That’s nice.’ I said.
I felt euphoric. Irena just smiled. She stroke my arm up and down. ‘Yeah?’ She asked. ‘You like that?’
I nodded.
They led me to their room. We all sat down on the edge of the bed. The goth girl was still rubbing my arm, stroking me, it felt like my skin was tingling. She leaned in an kissed me. Suddenly her lips were on mine. Soft and squishy. She tasted like cheep lipstick and margaritas and peanuts, but I didn’t mind. I answered that kiss enthusiastically. I was free. I still felt so free. Maybe I was drunk. I thought. I did start to feel quite dizzy. Or maybe I was just dizzy from the kiss. Dizzy from love. I prodded my tongue in her mouth and twirled around. My hands running over her shoulders her back. Her hair was just so silky soft, it was amazing. I never wanted to let go of her hair. I pressed my body against hers, my boobs against her boobs. My body was feeling weird. Heavy and wavering. My muscles didn’t seem to respond the way I wanted anymore and I almost tumbled over.
‘Lay her down now babe.’ A male voice said. I looked up and saw Nick, I’d almost forgotten he was there. He sat on a chair and looked at us.
‘Nick!’ I said. ‘Nick, you’re Nick.’ I chuckled.
Nick smiled at me. ‘Lie down sweety.’ He said in quite the dominant tone of voice. ‘I don’t want you to fall of the bed and hurt yourself on by hitting your head on the nightstand or whatever.’
Irena’s hands were around my shoulders. She pushed me down. It was too much movement. Too much movement to understand, for a moment I didn’t know where I was or what had happened. I still felt amazing though and the satin sheets also felt nice and cozy. So soft and smooth. I wanted to rub my body all over it, but I still had my clothes on.
‘Maybe I’m drunk.’ I said. Trying to grasp what was going on around me. Yeah, I felt weirdly detached. I felt uninhibited and free, but also sleepy and drowsy. I had trouble coordinating my body, or even my tongue. ‘Yeah. Maybe I’m drunk.’
Irena was now lying on top of me. Her heavy body pushing mine deeper into the mattress. Her boobs resting against my boobs. She kissed me again. She was rubbing her pussy against my thigh and her thigh was rubbing in between my leg. I was getting so aroused that involuntarily my hips started rocking. I was riding up against her leg, getting hornier and hornier.
The room was spinning all around me and I felt as if I was tumbling down fast. I grabbed around for balance.
‘What’s happening?’ I screamed in fear. When I opened my eyes I was still just lying on the bed, nothing had changed. I didn’t fall into a ravine or anything. Irena was still hanging over me, kissing me, her tongue toying around in my mouth. Her fingers cupping my boob.
I heard a sloshing sound and when I tried to look where it came from I saw that Nick had dropped his pants to his knees and was jerking himself off.
‘Penis.’ I said, a little bit confused.
‘Yeah, that’s Nick’s penis.’ Irena said soothing. ‘That’s right.’
I shook my head. Not really sure what I wanted to say. It wasn’t right, or was it?
‘It isn’t fair?’ I tried to say, but Irena kissed me, her body warm and comforting covering mine. I sank away in the kiss, in the touch, in the rhythm of her thigh rubbing against my pussy. It was a delightful string of sensations. I felt blessed. Euphoric, but also very sleepy and drowsy.
‘It isn’t fair now, is it?’ Irena said.
I fought my heavy eyelids and looked up into her face. Her black eye make-up had smudged a little bit and her dark hair was messy. I shook my head. It wasn’t fair. Although I didn’t know what was or wasn’t fair. Irena was right. I just felt so amorous towards her, like I was in love with her. I wanted to be touched by her. No it wasn’t love it was lust, I wanted to orgasm, maybe that was it. It was really hard to analyze my own feelings and thoughts through all that euphoric haze.
‘It isn’t fair that Nick gets to be all naked and we still have our clothes on. We should take our clothes of as well shouldn’t we?’
‘Yeah.’ I said. ‘Yeah we should.’ I try to tug on my blouse but my muscles were flabby and non responsive. I tried to sit up but almost immediately I fell backwards onto the bed again.
‘Wait a minute.’ Irena said. ‘Me and Nick will help you. You’re a bit intoxicated aren’t you?’
I nodded.
Soon four hands were tugging on my body. They held me up, unbuttoned my blouse, they took of my skirt and panties. It was too much to grasp. My body moving too much, sitting up, laying down, sitting up again, those hands moving all around me tugging on my clothes, undressing me. I was just too disoriented and too numb to know what was going on.
When I was naked and laying down on the bed, I slowly started to feel that euphoric buzz again, that desensitized happiness. Irena was still laying on top of me. Her skin soft and warm rubbing up against my own skin. She was seductively squirming and moving around, rubbing her pussy against my leg first. And a while later she was riding up against my boob. I saw her tight young body riding up against my nipple. Her pussy rubbing over my breast, a wet slimy spot. I never knew lesbians did that. It felt nice though. It felt nice on my boob, and Irena was beautiful to see. She had an athletic six pack, and her own boobs fiercely prodded forward. I wanted to touch her boobs. I lifted my hand, but I couldn’t control my muscles. My arm just limply fell into my own face.
‘Sshhh.’ Irena said while she placed my arm back by my side. ‘It’s okay.’
I was a bit confused. I knew it was okay. How could something that felt so right be not okay? I frowned trying to figure out what was going on.
‘Should we give her some more?’ Irena asked Nick. ‘She looks worried.’
‘If it makes you feel better you can.’ Nick said. He handed her a little dropper. Irena opened my mouth, with her thumb she pushed my chin down and then she dropped a few drops of some bitter medicine on my tongue.
I wanted to spit it out, but it was gone already. Another wave of euphoria splashed my mouth, my mind. It was like a euphoric sea, waves, coming and going, pulling me in, me floating with. It was amazing. I felt like I could fly. It was a spiritual experience almost. I was a God. No. Irena and Nick were Gods and they were as omnipresent and omnipowerfull as a god and I was just melting away in happy bliss. Irena was fucking my boob again. Was that the correct description? although my nipple was hard it wasn’t really entering her pussy. It was just sliding up and down between the labia.
Irena was heavily panting and moaning. ‘I’m gonna cum.’ She moaned. ‘i can’t hold it back any longer. I’m gonna...’ Her body was trembling heavily. For a moment it was quiet, then a loud moan a scream. She was squirting all over my boob, wet warm fluid seeping over my nipple, over my chest. Pleasantly warm, a bit ticklish.
I started laughing. Uncontrollably. I just couldn’t help myself.
‘Sshhh.’ Nick said. He was rubbing my forehead. ‘That’s the giggle fit from the second dose, enjoy it, it’ll pass.’ He caressed my face and my hair, he was very tender and caring and slowly the giggles faded and I melted away in this tingling caresses.
So good. I wanted to say, but my tongue was too flabby and thick to actually pronounce any syllables. Just some incoherent mumbles sounded.
‘You wanted join in already?’ Irena asked Nick.
Nick shook his head though. ‘I wanted to see you guys sixty-nine-ing first.’
Irena then climbed on top of me backwards. Her pussy was rubbing me in the face. She lifted my limp legs apart and squeezed her head in between my thighs, her tongue bumping into my labia, licking me up and down, twirling around the clit, she sucked my clit into her mouth and then blew on it. All the sensations were just overwhelming. It was warm and cozy and icy cold and wet and ticklish and all so terribly arousing.
I tried to stick my tongue out but my body was feeling more and more numb and paralyzed every minute. I simply couldn’t control my muscles anymore. My thoughts were buzzing, my mind swirling and twirling around all the different sensations.
Irena was just riding up against my face. Her wet slimy pussy rubbed over my nose, my chin.
I felt like I was about to pass out. I felt so dizzy, so engulfed by all those sensations. But instead of passing out my body started trembling, and I was orgasming. It was unbelievably intense, such and orgasmic arousal, that lasted for... like forever. I was swept up in pleasures, my mind was simply blown away, overloaded and shut down or something. Just arousal building up higher and building into this big orgasmic relieve. I kept on cumming and cumming. I simply couldn’t stop it. It kept on going until Irena came too, she squirted all over my face, a little bit seeped into my mouth and I just swallowed it. Finally she let go of my clit and my body could start to relax.
I was out of it. I was completely out of this world. Dazed I just laid there. Unable to move. Unable to think. Just enjoying the afterglow of the best orgasm ever. My head was spinning, I was so light headed and sleepy. I might have drifted of for a little while.
When I woke up Irena had gone and Nick was hanging over me. His cock shoved deep into my pussy. Sliding in and out. It was a magical feeling almost. So euphoric. Irena was caressing my face. Kissing me. Coddling me. Comforting me. Telling me to just let it happen, to just enjoy.
‘You don’t have to do anything.’ She said. ‘We’ll take it from here. You’re free now. Just relax. Just enjoy.’
I couldn’t focus on her voice for too long. The swirling dizziness in my head took over, the sensations in my pussy took over. Nick’s cock sliding in and out of me, bumping into my mushy insides, he was pounding me in exactly the right spot. It was as if my orgasm started all over again. No it’s hard to explain. It wasn’t an orgasm with a build up and a release. It was like I was floating on this orgasmic plateau, and once in a while when tensions got too high, there was a little bit of a release, and then this orgasmic plateau continued. It was either one big elongated orgasm or like a twenty different little orgasms. I didn’t understand. It just happened to me.
Eventually Nick climaxed as well. Both of them were really comforting to me, telling me I did such a good job, that I could relax now.
Nick and Irena continued to fuck each other. Irena was kneeling over me, on her hands and knees, and Nick took her from behind. Her breasts were jiggling and bumping into my breasts. I was just elated so happy. So dazed. I barely understood what was going on around me. I just felt good. It all felt so good, that’s the only thing I registered. I felt so dizzy and numb I feared I would fall asleep again, the room spinning all around me. I couldn’t think clearly, anymore. I was fighting my heavy eyelids, my head was slumping to the sides.
‘She’s about to pass out.’ Irena mumbled in between her moaning and Nick’s pounding.
‘Good.’ Nick said. ‘She’s done great. She’ll sleep here tonight.’
‘And tomorrow?’ Irena asked.
‘Well it’s up to her whether she wants to sleep here tomorrow night as well. I can’t make that decision for her.’
I do. I do want that I wanted to say, I felt my eyes rolling up and away. It was hard to focus, so hard. The dizzy sleepiness was crawling in on me.
I was awoken by Irena screaming and wetness dripping from her pussy onto my stomach. Then I faintly registered them toweling me dry and snuggling up against me. Two warm bodies pressing up against mine. Four arms holding me. Twenty fingers caressing me. I drifted off again, sinking away in this euphoric nebula. Gradually passing out, slipping away in this deep drugged sleep. Life was good. Life was so good.
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