Exploring Vienna: Part 1

This year I indulged in an early Spring Break getaway with my two best girlfriends. We went to the Bahamas for a full week of pure fabulousness. For days, we oiled each other in the skimpiest swimsuits and bronzed our supple skin in the Caribbean sun. White sand beaches and azure blue water served as the backdrop to endless cocktails, massages and afternoons swimming. We were relaxed.

One morning, as we were lounging in the sand, a shadow slowly eclipsed our sun stream, and roused me from my drowsy haze. I brought my forearm in front of my face, trying to block the twinkling rays peeking out from behind the darkened silhouette. As my eyes focused, I was able to make out the outline of an Adonis-like male form. Tall, muscular, but lean. Voluminous, golden curls fell softly around his smiling face, framing a strong jaw and piercing blue eyes.

My mouth fell slightly open as I breathed in slowly, drinking him in. At that moment he raised his camera and snapped a photograph. I smiled and laughed. “How playful,” I thought.

His smile broadened and he leaned forward to extend his hand and offer his name – Bram.

Bram from Amsterdam. Bram with beautiful hands. Bram with perfectly imperfect teeth. Bram sporting tight, bathing suit briefs. Bram who’s thick, weighty cock rests in that giving swimsuit hammock, hypnotizing me with an ever-so-subtle jiggle as he shifts his weight.

I invited him to sit down. My friend Lauren leaned in with great interest as Bram started telling us his back story, complete with a camera slide show and narration of his time on Paradise Island. He and a few of his buddies were staying at a friend’s vacation home for a few weeks. His lifestyle traveling as a professional photographer affords him freedoms most people can only dream of. Freedom, adventure and sex. As it turns out, those make for some interesting photographs.

Lauren, being the little devil that she is, whispered softly into my ear, “Vienna, if he doesn’t fuck one of us right now, I’m going to drop the sides on this cabana and sit on your face.”

I could see where she was coming from. Lauren and I hadn’t been fucked in a while. At least not on this vacation, and we hadn’t taken advantage of each other either. I know all too well how slick and smooth her pussy lips feel as she grinds her hips against my face. Lauren knows exactly how it feels to hold a handful of my soft, heavy tits, suck my puffy clit, and slide her long fingers deep into my little, begging cunt. We fooled around as kids. She made me cum for the first time as a baby-faced, doe-eyed girl and I never forgot it.

Hearing the lust purring in Lauren’s voice made my already moist pussy flush just a little more. My eyes met hers and fell down to her hard nipples grazing against a sloppily tied bikini top. One flick and her breast would fall right out like a bee-stung plum.

Bram looked at me…looking at Lauren…looking at me…and quickly said, “Let’s go back to my place. It’s right down the beach.”

We were down the beach in two flicks of a bunny’s tail. Bram’s friends were manning the bar, churning out daiquiris, mixed drinks and shots, while a housekeeper dressed in white passed around an array of fresh fruit and grilled fish.

We drank our fill, swam in the salt water pool, and helped each other rinsed off in the open air showers. Being frisky and day-drunk is a dangerous combination. As Lauren, Bram and I soaked in the brisk water, our helpful rinsing turned into generous rubbing. Bram hands skimmed my stomach and caressed the outline of my bikini bottoms from the front, around my hips and down my ass. His dancing fingertips gave me goosebumps as he quickly grabbed a handful of my left cleft.

Out of the corner of my eye I saw Lauren back up against the stone wall. She tilted her head back and allowed the water to gush down her long neck, perky tits and tan body. I watched as she followed the stream with her hand, past her belly button and into the front of her bathing suit. Lauren opened her mouth in pleasure as she purposefully rubbed her clit. She opened her blue eyes slowly and looked right at me. A wave of arousal surged right between my legs.

I wanted to feel what Lauren was feeling. I wanted to have Bram’s silky, puffy lips surrounding my pert clit. I wanted to feel his velvety tongue, flick my clit while Lauren sucked my sensitive nipples. I needed to feel Bram curl his tongue in and out of my aching pussy. I needed him to fuck me good and hard with his mouth, to bring me to orgasm slowly, so my pussy would clench deliciously with each thrust.

Bram grasped my face with both hands, looked directly into my eyes and said, “Vienna, I’m going to photograph you.”

I turned to Lauren. She pulled her shiny fingers from her pussy and licked them off like homemade cake icing.

I looked to Bram. Standing nose to nose I whispered into his open mouth, “Yes.”