Things hadn’t been right for Lola and I for a while. I don’t know when we stopped having sex. At first, the lockdown was great. We were both able to work from home, which meant lots of daytime sex. Daytime sex is by far my favourite. I love how the sun feels on my naked skin, and how it makes Lola glow. My energy levels tend to be highest during the day as well, so we were able to be far more adventurous. It was glorious. Lockdown didn’t feel like a punishment at all.
But slowly, things changed. Our flat was small and we started getting on each other’s nerves. Our sexcapades became more and more infrequent until, at last, we barely had sex at all anymore.
It was Lola who had suggested a week away. She found the villa in Greece. I wasn’t convinced it was a good idea. Flying during a pandemic felt wrong. But the lockdown was lifted. People were flying all over the place, so I couldn’t really say no. Besides, the villa looked gorgeous. And I needed to get out of the flat. Staring at the same four walls for months on end had lost its lustre. So I agreed. If nothing else, it would give us some space for a week.
The villa was amazing, out of a picture. Mykonos is a gorgeous island and our villa overlooked the Azure ocean. It was warm when we arrived. Not the stifling, mugginess of England, but a pleasant, sunny, breezy heat. As soon as we entered the villa, peace descended on me.
“This was a great idea.” I hugged Lola.
She grinned. “I told you. No neighbours, lots of outside space and look—” she dragged me out to the patio “—the outdoor furniture looks very alluring. Doesn’t it?”
She turned to me with sparkling eyes.
“It does look very alluring. This is going to be such a relaxing holiday.”
Throwing her arms around me, she gently nuzzled my neck. I sighed contentedly. I loved it when she did that. Maybe this holiday would allow us to rekindle that fire. The flight had sapped my energy though, so I gently disentangled myself from her.
“I need a shower. I feel grubby from travel.”
The disappointment in her eyes was unmistakable, but she smiled. “Of course. I’ll start unpacking.”
Soaping myself under the hot shower, I felt bad. We were here in Mykonos to relax and find our spark again, but my libido seemed to have fled. It was clear what Lola had in mind for this holiday, but I wasn’t sure I could deliver.
I rinsed my hair and tried to conjure up some feelings of arousal. It wasn’t that I wasn’t attracted to her anymore. She was as gorgeous and sweet as ever. The fault was totally my own, but I wasn’t sure how to fix it. It was as if I was dead inside. If Lola’s perfect body couldn’t arouse me, there must have been something wrong with me.
I stood under the steady stream of the rain shower, letting the warm water wash over me. I closed my eyes and tried to relax. I was in a beautiful villa on a lovely island with my sexy girlfriend. We had a week of sun, sea and fun ahead of us. I couldn’t disappoint her. She deserved the best from me.
My hands stroked my skin, caressing my flat tummy. I needed to get in the mood and I knew just what to try. My hands snuck lower, cupping my mound. I hesitated. Was this a good idea? I was supposed to be out there, seducing my girlfriend, not wanking off in the shower. But I was hoping that masturbating would get me in the mood for sex.
Lowering myself down onto the floor, I spread my legs and circled my clit with a finger. I moved around so the stream of water directly hit my pussy. At first, I felt a bit silly. Masturbating without feeling horny always felt weird initially, but a week without sex would be unthinkable. I owed it to Lola to at least try.
Closing my eyes, I tried to clear my head. My fingers gently probed my folds, moving as if on their own. I slowly made my way back to my clit, taking my time. When I finally reached the little button, my pulse was racing. My skin tingled with heat, and it wasn’t just because of the hot shower. Strumming my clit, I sighed deeply. This was better. I finally felt desire coursing through my veins. My breath hitched as I slid a finger inside my hot, wet pussy.
A loud knock on the door shook me out of my reverie. “Cherry, I’ll be up on the roof terrace. Join me when you‘re done.”
I scrambled up, guilt settling in my stomach as if I’d been caught doing something wrong. My pussy ached with need, but it wasn’t for my fingers to relieve. It had been my intention to get aroused, not to actually give myself an orgasm. I needed to leave that to Lola.
Feeling a hundred pounds lighter—and a significant degree hornier—I turned off the shower and grabbed a towel.
Clad in my bikini, I made it to the roof. Lola was lying on the bed, her bronze skin glowing in the sun. She hadn’t seen me, so I took a moment to admire her beauty. It baffled me that I hadn’t been aroused before, but I wasn’t going to analyse it. I was just happy I was back in the zone. My bikini bottoms were damp with my desire.
She looked up as I approached her and her brilliant smile lit up my world. My heart squeezed. I loved her so much. Why had it needed us coming to a Greek island to remind me of that?
“Looks like you could use some company.” I settled next to her on the bed.
She grinned. “I thought you’d never come.”
“Oh, I haven’t come yet.” I giggled. “I’ll leave that for you to do.”
Enough joking. Her lips were just begging to be kissed. I bent towards her and brushed hers with mine. She parted them willingly, inviting me in. I savoured the taste of her. It had been too long since we’d kissed like this.
She leaned into me. I could feel the sparks flying between us. The ache in my core became stronger and I welcomed the return of my libido. I pushed her back onto the bed and undid her bikini top. Her pert breasts sprang free. I took a moment to admire them. I loved kissing her nipples, hearing her soft sigh as my tongue swirled them into hard peaks. Her hands were in my hair as she arched her back, urging me to take her nipples into my mouth. I didn’t need much persuading. I sucked and licked the perfect globes of her breasts. Her moans flooded my pussy and I pressed my legs together.
Her hands snaked around my back, and with deft fingers, she undid my bikini top. I kissed her again, revelling in the feeling of our naked breasts rubbing together.
The sun beat down, but the breeze kept us cool. The salty smell of the ocean mingled with the coconut of Lola’s sunscreen made a heady combination. I could stay in her arms forever, drinking in her kisses, breathing her intoxicating fragrance. But the throb between my thighs made me move.
Lola’s bikini bottoms were easy to take off. She sighed deeply—half moan, half sigh, which told me how much she needed this. I had a flash of guilt again but pushed it away. It didn’t matter what had happened in the past. The important thing was that we were here now. In Greece, in the sun, together. Naked. That was all that mattered. I planned on making her squirm and squeal with pleasure. Enough to make her forget the weeks of drought.
Her hands grabbed my ass. I thanked my lucky stars that I’d had enough foresight to bring my string bikini. She pulled both sides and slipped the bottoms off me.
I looked up at her. “Naughty naughty!”
She winked. “That’s what we came here for, isn’t it?”
“Absolutely. Now lay back and let me do my thing.”
I crawled down between her legs and inhaled her lovely scent. She wriggled her hips at me, eager as always for me to start, but I took my time. Half the fun is in the anticipation, right? Her nether lips glistened with her juices and she looked so inviting, I couldn’t wait any longer. I gently brushed her cunt with my fingers, watching her eyes close with delight. She looked amazing in the throes of passion, but I wasn’t able to admire her much longer. I was as eager as she was for me to start licking.
A deep sigh escaped her as I slid my tongue between her folds. I ran it all the way up to her clit and circled it delicately. Lola preferred strong, pinpoint stimulation, but I wanted to tease her a little. I licked down to her wet, hot hole and dipped my tongue inside. She mewled with need and I gave in, brushing my fingers over her clit before pressing down hard. I was rewarded with a gasp from her beautiful lips.
Spurred on by her sounds of passion, I applied more pressure on her clit. I sucked it into my mouth, biting down lightly. My thighs were slick with the juices seeping out of me, but I wanted to make her come first.
I could have spent the entire afternoon between Lola’s outstretched thighs. I couldn’t understand how I’d neglected her for so long. Any afternoon spent licking this beautiful cunt was an afternoon well spent. The moans, sighs and gasps I drew from her were the cherry on the cake. Although that’s not exactly true. The sounds of passion were their own reward. I loved making her squirm and beg for an orgasm. But today she didn’t have to beg. I was having too much fun taking her to the brink and watching her fall, moaning and writhing, over the edge.
She pounced on me as soon as she’d come, clearly eager to reciprocate. She sat up and pulled me close, kissing me deeply, then pushed me onto my back. By now I was gasping for relief myself. My cunt ached to be touched. I spread my legs and she slid her fingers through my slit. I was wetter than I’d been in ages. She slipped a finger inside me, then another.
Fingering might be my favourite way of getting an orgasm. Lola knew me so well. She curled her digits up inside me, seeking out my G-spot. I was happy I’d focused on my clit while I masturbated, so my cunt welcomed the intrusion.
Lola took her time with me. I was impatient, having pushed myself close to the edge in the shower, I was more than ready for my climax. I wasn’t sure whether Lola knew what I’d been up to in the bathroom, but she didn’t seem to want to hurry my pleasure. She lay next to me, her body slick with sweat and warm against mine. I loved feeling her next to me, her hand between my legs, her breasts pressed against my side. It was intimate and sexy and everything I needed.
Closing my eyes, I allowed the pleasure to wash over me. It seemed laughable now that I wasn’t aroused when we arrived here. My body was taut with the need for relief. I bucked my hips against Lola’s hand, but she didn’t take the hint. Knowing her, she understood exactly what I wanted, but had decided not to give it to me. She loved being in control, and that was fine with me. Despite my impatience, I knew that if I let her do her thing, I’d be rewarded with the biggest orgasm.
Everything about the moment was perfect. I felt as if I was floating on a cloud of bliss. Lola’s fingers pushed me closer and closer to the edge. We were having outdoor sex—something I’d always found incredibly erotic—and the scent of our sex mingled with the scent of sunscreen, which made my head swim. A bird cawed overhead. The sun made us sweat, which only heightened my arousal.
Lola’s fingers pumped my cunt, drawing along my G-spot with every thrust. She increased her pace and pressure. My body suffused with heat—the combined effect of her deft fingers and my love for this woman who’d been my rock. I marvelled at how lucky I was to have her in my life.
She pressed down on my clit, timing her thrusts so she pushed my clit and G-spot at the same time. The pleasure had me writhing, but still, something held me away from the edge. It had been so long since we’d had sex, I was suddenly afraid I wouldn’t be relaxed enough to come. I tried to push my treacherous thoughts aside and concentrate on what Lola was doing to me. I didn’t want her to think I wasn’t enjoying myself.
I didn’t need to worry. She always could read to me. Her fingers worked my cunt furiously, and then she bent her head to mine. “Come for me, baby,” she whispered.
That was enough to push me over the edge. My cunt convulsed around her fingers and a deep moan ripped from my throat. Her fingers stilled inside me, but she didn’t withdraw them. She left them in place until the aftershocks of my orgasm had abated.
I sat up and pulled her close for a deep kiss. How had I become so lucky to have her in my life? I vowed not to let my libido wane ever again. Lola deserved all the pleasure, all the time.
She must have read my mind, as she pushed me onto my back. I grinned as she lowered herself on my face. I was ready to worship her all afternoon and evening if that was what she wanted. I grabbed her thighs and pulled her closer. She sighed happily as she started riding my face.
I was more than willing to allow her to take her pleasure from me. I loved how many orgasms she could have in a session. I often called her my insatiable lover, but that wasn’t really fair. She wasn’t completely insatiable. She just had more stamina than me.
Lola seemed lost in a world of her own, but she wasn’t selfish. She reached back and squeezed my breasts, rolling my nipple between her fingers. I moaned against her cunt. Her juices stained my face and I relished the way she drowned me with her passion. My nipples puckered with delight in her obvious pleasure. Tension mounted in my body as Lola’s moans grew louder and more passionate. It felt as if I was heading towards another climax, but that couldn’t be. I rarely climaxed more than once, and definitely not without stimulation.
But somehow Lola’s moans drove me wild. My cunt ached, my nipples felt like they were on fire and the deep throb between my legs intensified in pressure. I licked Lola’s cunt with relish, eating her out as if it was my last meal on earth. I wanted her to have a mind-blowing orgasm, one that would leave her breathless and giddy.
It didn’t take long. Lola’s movements became urgent and frantic. She arched her back as an orgasm tore through her. She shuddered but kept riding me, her hips gyrating over my face. As she slowed and the spasms subsided, I licked her softly, allowing her to come down from her orgasm gently.
She lay next to me and nuzzled my neck. “That was incredible.”
I smiled. It had been amazing. I hadn’t come this time, but that was fine. It had been worth it to see Lola give herself over to her passion.
She cupped my cunt and draw lazy circles over my clit. “Do you want another one?”
I grinned. “Do you need to ask?”
Neither of us had the energy for anything wild. We lay in each other’s arms as Lola slowly rubbed my clit to another orgasm. It wasn’t mind-blowing, but that was fine. The important thing was that we’d broken the dry spell. I had found my libido again and we would have the most delightful holiday.
“Thank you for dragging me to Mykonos,” I said.
She giggled. “I didn’t know I had to drag you. I thought you came willingly.”
I shrugged. “Well…I wasn’t sure whether going on holiday was a good idea. And things had been a bit strained…”
She silenced me with a kiss. “Everything is great now. Don’t worry about what’s in the past. We have an entire week in which we can have outdoor sex every day.”
I snuggled closer to her. “I like the sound of that.”
She kissed the top of my head. “Good.”
Life was good. Sure, the pandemic was still raging out there. Who knew what was going to happen in the future? But for now, we were just two lovers ready to give each other the most amazing pleasure for a week. And that was enough for me.
Ends
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