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Summer Retreat
My family had never been thought of as status quo. In fact, to most, we probably seemed rather dysfunctional. My “baby” sister was “rediscovering” herself. Needless to say, she wasn’t finding anything entirely pleasant.
My father was your average “King of the Castle”. If things didn’t go his way, then there was hell to pay. As you can imagine, he wasn’t exactly being nominated for Man of the Year.
My mother was the loyal and obedient housewife. Who, mind you, worked a day job in her “free time”. The woman had no social life, at all, and I was starting to wonder how she survived.
And then there was me. Your average nerd. God had enough compassion to save me the embarrassment of thick rimmed glasses; however, I was the object of ridicule none-the-less. But I had my books. And that was fine by me.
It was the summer after my senior year in high school and my parents had decided to celebrate by taking a weeklong vacation in sunny Florida. My goodness. How nice of them to sacrifice their boring, routine lives to take my sister and me to Florida. How generous.
Anyway, to make a long story short, the trip was nothing but arguments the entire way. Fortunately I had the foresight to bring along my headphones and Discman, so that I could retreat into my own little world while the bickering carried on.
We arrived almost 12 hours later, due to traffic, and were all looking forward to a dip in the hotel pool. It was a well-appreciated moment of relaxation for all of us, and I soon found myself asleep on one of the lounge chairs.
I didn’t realize how long I’d actually been asleep until my mother was waking me up, telling me that they were all heading out to get something to eat. Sitting up I realized that the sun had set a few hours prior and that my skin was giving off a slight heat.
Looking down at my arms, I noticed the sunburn immediately. I couldn’t believe how stupid I had been.
Standing up, my head immediately started spinning. Clutching my forehead I muttered something about feeling sick, and I ran off towards the hotel bathroom.
Eventually I made it to our hotel room without incident, but I didn’t feel like partying at all. My mother came to find out what was wrong, so I gave her the bad news. She tried to comfort me and everything, but all I wanted to do was sleep.
I told her to go with the rest of the family and have a good time. I figured that I’d just order some room service, and sleep off the pain. Hesitantly, my mother gave in and left the hotel room.
I had to admit that I was a little hungry, despite the fact that I would probably vomit anything that I tried to eat. I figured, at the very least, that it was worth a try. So I called down to the front desk and ordered a light bowl of chicken noodle soup. They apologized and told me that it might take quite a bit of time, due to a string of flu among the staff.
Hanging up, I decided to make efficient use of my time, and poured myself a nice cool bath. I reasoned that the cold water would help sooth the burns. By now my skin had become obviously tight and it was a minor chore just to undress myself. Finally I began to lower myself into the water. It was a little cooler than I’d expected, but it did feel a lot better against my skin than the warm air that surrounded our room.
Gently I relaxed my head back against the edge of the pool and slowly nodded off to sleep.
The next thing I remember was hearing the hotel door opening. I assumed that everybody had returned from their dinner.
“I’m in here guys. My dinner should be up here soon, so just set it on the table and I’ll get it when I’m done in here.”
Gradually I sat up in the tub, allowing my muscles to stretch a bit. Then I reached behind myself, yawning deeply, when the door suddenly swung open.
“Excuse me, sir, what did you . . .”
I’m not sure who was more startled. Myself or the maid who had unexpectedly walked in on me. Blushing a deep red, I reached down quickly and covered myself. Immediately she turned her eyes and started mumbling apologies.
“I’m sorry sir. I brought your dinner up and I heard you saying something and I just came in to . . . “ Slowly her voice droned on and on. But I wasn’t paying attention. I was captivated. The woman may not have known it but she was amazingtly gorgeous. She had tanned skin, deep red hair, and curves that just wouldn’t stop.
I found myself sitting there, staring at here hips. Her waist. The small belly button that peaked beneath the gap in her uniform. The seductive way that her legs vanished beneath her apron and continued up through her skirt.
Then I realized that she wasn’t talking. Looking up I saw her giving me a questionable glance. Now it was my turn to stutter.
“Oops. Sorry. I didn’t mean to offend you. I was just . . . admiring your figure.”
Smiling, she placed her hands against her butt and arched her chest forward. “You like, huh?”
All I could do was nod. I couldn’t believe that I was sitting naked in a tub, talking to this woman as if we were having a nice casual dinner.
Then she turned around and thrust her ass backward. Her legs were magnificent. Slowly I reached out cautiously and touched the back of her thigh. Unfortunately in the process I strained my sore, sunburned shoulder and winced with pain.
She spun around, quickly, on her heels. “What’s wrong?”
Rubbing my shoulder gently, I explained my situation. Like a mother hen, she quickly proceeded to lecture me, extensively, on the dangers of too much sun. For emphasis she patted me lightly on the back, forcing a gritted moan of pain from me.
“Say, your skin’s still pretty dry. Have you put any lotion or aloe on it since you noticed the sunburn?”
“Well . . . no. I hadn’t thought of that yet.”
Smiling again, she stood up next to the tub and headed towards the door. “Well you’re in luck then.”
Curious about what exactly she meant, I removed the plug in the tub, and grabbing a towel, followed her into the room. Without saying a single word, she gestured me towards the bed, as she rummaged through a giant bag.
Turning around she helped me lay on my stomach, telling me to close my eyes. Then she started to hum to me, as she gently rubbed the cool lotion into my back, arms and legs. It was very pleasant to feel her firm, delicate fingers massaging my body, driving away the pain. The time seemed to drag on forever as she increasingly added more and more lotion to her hands. Then she stopped and ordered me to turn around, onto my back.
Self-consciously I tried to reposition the towel, in order to cover myself. She chuckled at my innocence.
“Oh, come on. I’ve already seen it in the bathroom. Besides you need to lay on it, to keep the lotion from soaking into the bedcovers.”
Reluctantly, I gave in to her demands and placed the towel beneath me.
Again, she told me to close my eyes, as she resumed her sweet lullaby. Again, her hands found their way to my shoulders, arms and legs, soothing the soreness. Again my mind drifted off as her fingers drove away the pain.
Then I noticed something else. Her hands kept wandering farther up my legs each time that she returned to massage them and I found myself getting excited at the thought. Slowly I felt the blood rush to my penis, as it became hard. I could feel my cheeks burning, sure that I had insulted the woman.
Then I felt her hands against my balls, covering them in lotion, and I couldn’t help but moan. I started to open my eyes, until I felt her fingers constrict around my nuts. “Ah, ah, ah. Not until I’m done. You just keep those eyes closed and relax.”
Slowly she released her grip, and started massaging once again, as I settled in for the ride. My little maid spent quite a bit of time, covering my balls with lotion, which was driving me absolutely nuts with desire. Her nimble fingers wandered around my nutsack, squeezing on them every now and then, until a strong swilling had built up inside my dick.
Then, when I didn’t think I could take it anymore, I felt her smooth silky skin envelope my erection with loving care and plenty of lotion. The sensations were incredible as she proceeded to jerk me off with long, deliberate strokes. Every so often she would reach down and tease my balls some more, causing my erection to get that much harder, before returning her attentions to my dick.
Then I felt the bed shift as she climbed on top of me. Or at least that’s what I assumed, considering I wasn’t allowed to open my eyes. I felt her legs nestle in beside my arms and realized that she had mounted me in a sixty-nine position.
“Don’t open your eyes, yet.” She ordered sharply. “And no touching either.”
I was a little disappointed, so I trailed a finger up the side of her calf, which was resting against my side. “Mmmm . . . well, you can touch my legs. But that’s it.”
Again her manipulations began as she continued to jerk me off. This time however, I could sense movement above me. And her breathing had become very deep and heavy. Gently I rubbed the back of my hand up and down the back of her leg, sending shivers of goosebumps through her body.
Soon, she had once again brought me to the point of release, before she once again returned to my balls. But this time I could feel something welling up inside my nuts and I moaned. “I don’t think I can hold it back anymore.” I warned her.
“Don’t you cum yet.” She ordered. “Do you hear me? You don’t cum until I tell you.”
I tried to resist the urge to cum, but her forceful words only served to push me further to the edge. Then I heard her scream, and I felt something warm and sticky run into my face.
“Cum now! Do it now, dammit!”
So I did. Finally I relaxed the pressure and allowed the floodgates to open. The intense relief and pleasure that followed my eruption was like nothing that I had ever experienced. I grunted furiously, nibbling lightly at her leg as the fiery semen exploded from my head, splashing against my chest and her hand. She and I both sighed in relief at our respective orgasms. Hungrily I licked at my lips and chin, lapping up her juices that had trickled onto my face.
Gently I felt her press her hips down into my face, offering me the chance that I had wanted, to lick at her sweetness. She pinned my arms to the bed with her legs, forcing me to arch my neck towards her. Then slowly, she started to work her hands up and down my shaft, spreading the lotion and my cum.
I shuddered slightly, but eventually I relaxed.
Twenty minutes later we were both embracing each other in the shower, as we washed each other purposely. When we were finished, she returned to her uniform and gave me a slight peck on the cheek.
“We’re staying the whole week.” I blurted out, hoping she would understand my intentions.
“Sounds like it’s going to be a very pleasant week then, wouldn’t you say?” With that, she flashed me one of her priceless smiles and walked down the hall.
Lying down to take a nap, I soon drifted off to sleep, dreaming about my wonderful summer retreat.
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