Romantic Erotica
Wet and Wild, a sex story by Peter Rosier
I reckoned myself very lucky to have Penny as a girlfriend; very lucky, that is, in every way but one. Pretty, slim build and not quite as tall as me, very intelligent, with blue eyes and blonde hair. Oh, yes, it's naturally blonde too. I can vouch for that! One other thing, she doesn't like tights (or pantyhose as the Americans say). She's strictly a stockings and suspenders girl. Good for her! Good for me, too. I nearly flipped when I found that out early in our relationship. So what was the problem? Simply that she wasn't too keen on what I might tactfully call the physical side of a relationship. Kissing and cuddling were fine, a little light smooching was okay but heavy petting was not her style and anything further - whoah! I only found out about the stockings and suspenders kink one windy autumn day when the wind was a bit frisky. So was I afterwards!
But you can understand the frustration that caused to a red blooded young man like myself, all hormones and just about ready to pop. It caused a few arguments, I can tell you. But she wouldn't budge and I didn't want to lose her, so there matters rested until our holiday (perhaps I should say vacation bearing in mind our destination) when everything changed.
We'd booked ten days in Florida. Like most Brits, Orlando and the theme parks would be our first experience of the United States and we were looking forward to the big cars, the diners, the amusements, the different climate and the whole hospitality thing for which Orlando and surroundings are famous. Of course, Penny had concerns about the accommodation and at the travel agency had asked if we could have separate rooms. The girl behind the desk stared at us in surprise, her eyes opened wide.
"That's not part of the package," she said. "It's expected that couples will share a room. American motel rooms are quite big," she added helpfully, "you won't be cramped."
I could see that Penny was shy about explaining just why she wanted to be on her own and I wasn't about to help her. Ungallant, maybe, but I was pinning my hopes that this break away from normal routine and surroundings, would initiate a similar change in Penny's own views.
Finally Penny said, "Well, can we have a screen then - in the room."
The girl at the travel agency stared doubtfully at Penny but rather than asking any more questions, typed on her keyboard. "There," she said, "I've added a special request for a screen."
And with that, Penny had to be content.
When we landed after a long and rather squashed charter flight, it was a relief to finally get out in the air and feel able to stretch and breathe again. The warm air felt like velvet on my skin. It was full of scents of unfamiliar tropical blooms, as well as jet fuel and bus exhausts seeing as how we were just outside the arrival terminal doors. By the time we finally got to our motel, having collected our hire car and then got comprehensively lost, it was really late and we were both tired after our very long day. Our room was fine with two double beds in it but no screen after all. But I was too exhausted to want to do anything anyway and Penny just said she'd see to it in the morning. I hoped she'd forget!
Of course, Penny insisted on our having a bed each, despite all that spare space in each bed going to waste.
Next day, after a serve-yourself buffet breakfast of all the things I most enjoy, we both felt rested and Penny went to raise the matter of the screen. The motel clerk was a much older woman with obviously dyed red hair and a voice that would strip paint. She looked oddly at Penny when she pointed out her request and stared at the travel invoice Penny showed her. Then she said, "Well, you've got a screen, haven't you? There's a TV in your room surely? I don't know why you thought you had to request one specially."
Penny stared at her open mouthed and I couldn't help laughing to myself. What a marvelous mix-up. Penny grew just so red in the face, but whether from embarrassment or annoyance I don't know. She snatched up the invoice and left the office and I followed with a wink at the woman behind the desk. Saved from the screen again. Would my luck continue to hold?
We did the normal tourist type things for the rest of that day; getting used to the car, going to I-Drive, going to Church Street Station in Orlando and so on. Good fun. The next day we had tickets to a theme park about an hour's drive away. Not just a theme park but a safari park, too. It sounded good. I had checked the map and hoped I could find the way.
After a great dinner at a family diner, we got back to our room and Penny disappeared into the bathroom to undress. Coming back in to the room, her filmy nightdress made my eyes pop out, and not just my eyes either. Wow, but she was gorgeous. And was that two little rose bud breasts I could see through the material and a hint of the blonde (at least I hoped it was) bush nestled in her delta?
She saw how I was looking.
"Down boy," she laughed. "Now you can see why I wanted a screen. I knew it would be too hot for a frumpy old wincyette nightgown and this was just too see-through but there was nothing else. Now stay in your bed. Look but don't touch!" And she giggled and pulled the covers over her.
That was a long night!
The next morning we were up early, had another great buffet style breakfast, lots of home fried potatoes and sausage links and over-easy eggs, and hit the road in our hire car. It was going to be a glorious day weather-wise; all sunshine, according to the forecast, but not too hot, about eighty degrees apparently. Penny had dressed in a skimpy tee-shirt which rode up and showed her bare midriff and a white tennis skirt, really short. Her pretty bare legs looked especially long and slim; seated in the car, her skirt had ridden way up her thighs. I wondered if she was deliberately trying to torment me. If so, she was sure doing a good job of it!
Once we'd arrived at the park there was an overwhelming range of things to do and see. First on our list was an aerial safari by monorail over the African game enclosure which was great. But it was really hot in those little carriages so afterwards we were drawn to the wet and wild rapids ride. You've maybe seen this sort of thing yourself. Passengers (“victims” would be a better word) sit in a sort of huge wheel with a bench round the inside and outside is like a great big rubber tire. Think tractor wheel but ten times bigger. And it floats off down this waterway, a sort of flume with lots of twists and turns and water jets shooting as you spin round and down the waterway. The advertising says “you WILL get wet” and this is right, no question. They give you plastic ponchos to wear but that water is so extreme that there's not much protection.
Like everyone else in our wheel, we hung on and screamed and groaned as we were sent this way and that and cold water sluiced down our necks and just all over us. Just as well it was a hot day. After what seemed like forever but was really only a few minutes, the ride stopped and we scrambled out back where we had got on. It took a second or two to get our balance after that buffeting but it was good fun, albeit in a masochistic sort of way.
I felt okay, a bit damp maybe despite the poncho but I'd soon dry. But Penny was wriggling uncomfortably and she suddenly whispered, "My pants are all wet."
I looked down at her and realized her ever-so-short tennis skirt looked a lot more see-through than it had before we went on the ride. No wonder, it was soaked. And as for her panties underneath, well, they had to be wringing wet. Of course, you can just imagine the effect this had on me!
"Wow, Penny, that's too bad," I said insincerely, "don't suppose you brought any spares?"
She shook her head. Great!
"I can't wear them like this, it's too uncomfortable. I'll have to take them off, excuse me a minute." And she trotted off to the nearest rest room.
When she came back, she smiled at me, a rather naughty little smile, I thought, and seized hold of my hands.
"Now you just keep your hands where I can see them," she said. Well, I had no idea what she meant by that, naturally.
The rest of that day was even more fun than I had hoped. I tried every ride that would mean Penny climbing up steps or sitting in a really low seat with her skirt hitched up and found the longest and most deserted ways round the park so my hands might accidentally stray to caress her tight little butt or explore, ever so briefly, the swelling curve of her cheeks only barely under the hemline of that oh-so-short little, white number.
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Penny, of course, did her best to fend off these advances but even she seemed secretly pleased with all the attention I was giving her. Her face and neck flushed a deep red, more than just the sun was responsible for. I really never stopped to wonder, until now, whether the ultra short skirt, the ready agreement to go on what was clearly a very wet ride and the eager willingness to remove her soaked panties, might, just might, not have been entirely accidental.
All too soon, it was time to quit the park and head back to the motel. By the time we had eased out of the huge site and found our way onto the interstate it was quite dark and we were getting hungry. I suggested finding a diner rather than waiting until we returned to Orlando and soon came across one of those typical American road signs advertising gas, food and lodgings; very welcome it was, too. In short order we were snuggled into a booth in a great little diner where a friendly and cheerful waitress was bringing us cold drinks and giant sized menus. We sat opposite one another and, as the banquette seats were rather low and slippery, it was inevitable we slid down slightly so our legs sort of entwined under the table. I nearly choked on my mashed potato when I felt some sexy little toes exploring a sensitive part of my out of view anatomy.
When we got back to the motel, Penny jumped out of the car and ran giggling up the stairs through the breezeway to our third floor room. I chased after her but her head start meant only a fleeting glance of a little pink butt under a flapping skirt at each turn of their stairs. By the time I got to our door she was inside. With the bedside lights turned on real low, she was bending over her bed, adjusting the bedclothes. Her cheeks peeked out artfully from beneath her skirt. Just to make sure I noticed, she wiggled her derriere from side to side as she pulled back the covers.
Smooching up behind her, I held her round the waist and she snuggled back. Her pretty little rear (this was a great day for aficionados of bottoms!) ground against my crotch making me even harder. My hands slid down until they were gently caressing her sweet bush through the thin material of her tennis skirt.
"Mmm, don't think I don't like this," I said, her perfumed hair and a pretty pink ear beautifully in my face, "but you seem very randy all of a sudden."
Her hands pressed down on mine, tightening my hand onto her mound of Venus.
"I think you deserve it," she said. "I didn't want our first time to be a rushed affair in the back of a car or even at home. I'd worry that someone might burst in on us. Here is just perfect, after a great day out. Besides, it does you good to wait. I didn't want you to think I was easy!"
Then she wriggled free and ran across to the bathroom. A minute later I heard the shower running and she put her head around the door.
"Don't you want to help me freshen up?" she giggled and disappeared.
Of course I just tore off my clothes and left them on the floor and hurried in to see Penny's pretty rear view as she stood, face to the wall, in the steaming shower. I climbed in with her and began soaping her shoulders, her back and down to her waist. I noticed where the suntan ended and her normally covered lighter-hued skin began.
Reaching down to her rear, I gently soaped the twin globes of her cheeks there and then parted her cleft to explore that often overlooked erogenous zone. My fingers explored the rose bud tight anus and reveled in the tight feel of her most private of parts; all the while she stretched, cat like, with pleasure and mewed softly.
I continued my soapy safari down her long and shapely legs to her feet where I gently caressed her between her toes.
"Turn round."
She did and with her eyes shut leant forward and planted a big wet kiss on my lips. I began the soaping and rinsing all over again from top to toe, pausing to kiss both of her red nipples now as hard and erect as the prettiest thimbles you could ever wish to see. Her breasts felt lush and heavy like some exotic tropical fruit which, bearing in mind our location, they were!
Then down her smooth flat belly to her pubic hair, yes a natural blonde, I had hoped so; and between her slightly parted thighs, my fingers playing her labia and slit like a musician with his favorite instrument. She began to breathe harder and buck and moan in accompaniment. Kneeling, I placed my mouth to her erotic conjunction and allowed my tongue free access to her clit. As it pulsed back and forth so did she, alternately pressing against me and falling back, her moans rising and falling. Suddenly she shuddered, gripped my shoulders and groaned. She sagged against me, tears mixing with the shower water.
She tried to speak but just gasped slightly.
I held her close and, switching off the water, gently carried her from shower to bed where I lay her down on a covering of soft white fluffy bath towels. Her skin sparkled in the subdued light with a million tiny droplets, each one a symbol of our love. Sliding across the bed next to her, I held her close and she held me. I felt in awe of the power of her love and her effect on me. I also felt even more aroused if that were possible and gently stroked her virginal slit until I felt her wet and wanton again there. She tightened her arms around my neck and eased underneath, guiding me to the best position to enter her. And slide in I did; we joined smoothly, like two matching well-oiled parts, made to fit together on some celestial production line. Her muscles gripped me tightly as I pumped to and fro until I felt a climax bigger than anything I had ever experienced. It rose up and with no opportunity to hold back, erupted inside her. She gasped and arched her back, screamed and fell silent.
We lay entwined and exhausted.
It was going to be one hell of a holiday!
Originally published June 2011