Sarah’s Cuban Vacation
by TheBotello

Part 4

Skinny-dipping fun on beach. More tequila shots to end day.

It was sunrise at our all-inclusive resort in Cuba. Once again I awoke, grabbed our towels and a thermos and quietly left the room I share with my wife Sarah and her sister Jo.

Since our plan was to spend the day at the beach, that was my first stop. We had spent the week partying with 5 guys from Quebec and this was going to be our final day together as a group, so I reserved 8 loungers under a pair of tiki huts.

Tomorrow Denis, Ricky, and Ti-Jean were returning home. Bart's wife was flying in and the two of them were spending another week here. The final guy was Marcel who had been on our flight.

Yesterday had been a long day as we celebrated my sister-in-law's 40th birthday so I decided to go for a run to give the girls some extra time to sleep. The beach goes past several resorts, but if you stay near the waterline security doesn't hassle you and you're able to run for several kilometers.

I eventually came upon a section of beach that showed signs of neglect. Closer inspection revealed a resort that was entirely deserted. I decided that it would be cool to bring Sarah back later to do some exploring.

After an hour long run, I returned to our resort stopping to fill my thermos with Cuban coffee. I then headed up to our room where I found both ladies already on the balcony waiting for me. While Jo was dressed in a night shirt looking like she had just crawled out of bed, Sarah had her hair and makeup done and was wrapped in a towel.

"Making coffee deliveries?" I inquired.

"I can't disappoint my guys." Sarah replied with a mischievous grin.

What had started as a gag when Sarah pressed her boobs against our neighbour's patio door as she offered him a morning coffee had escalated to her making a nude coffee delivery. Now a second member of the Quebec gang was expecting a delivery across the hall.

Sarah stood, climbed over the railing onto Marcel's balcony and said, "Que sera, Sarah." which was a code between us that announced her imminent exposure. Next, she removed her towel and draped it over the railing. Standing before me was my 32-year-old goddess with DD breasts and a neatly trimmed bush on an hourglass figure.

I passed across 3 mugs of coffee which she gripped in one hand like an Oktoberfest beer maid, leaving her right hand free. She closed her eyes and breathed deeply, building resolve, then opened her eyes, leaned in for a final kiss, turned and walked toward Marcel's door.

She was becoming more comfortable with this arrangement, as she didn't even knock before pushing the door open and entering. She announced, "Somebody's happy to see me this morning." to acknowledge the tent forming under Marcel's bedsheets. "Good morning." she added while passing him one of the 3 coffee she was carrying.

Marcel savoured his initial sip of coffee and smiled. Waking up in a beachside resort to a nude woman and hot coffee. Life is grand.

He did have a touch of lingering awkwardness that he decided to address immediately. "Sorry about last night."

"I don't think I've ever had a guy apologize for giving me an orgasm." she teased.

"That's not the part I'm apologizing for." he replied, "I was supposed to be doing a tequila body shot and ended up eating your pussy in front of your husband and sister. I overstepped."

"You didn't choose the location of the lime wedge, that was all on me." she said while taking a sip of coffee and giving her words some consideration. "Brian and I talked last night, and we have no regrets. I wouldn't be standing here naked if either of us were uncomfortable around you."

"Good because that was the highlight of my vacation...and that is saying something because it has been a fucking great week." he stated.

Smiling they held eye contact for several long seconds before Sarah tipped her head and announced, "Well I should finish my deliveries."

"I'll be out on the balcony with Jo and Brian." he called after her.

She cracked the door and peeked her head out to verify that the coast was clear. Before exiting she propped Marcel's door open using the deadbolt. Getting locked out in the hallway naked wasn't on her to do list for this morning.

She found the door across the hall ajar. "Ricky?" she called out.

"Come on in." he replied from within.

She entered and found him lying in bed. He patted a spot beside him, "Come on we can have a cuddle while we have our coffee."

"I think there's been a misunderstanding." Sarah announced. "I'm only here to deliver coffee, nothing else."

"Oh seriously?" he asked while rubbing his chin in serious thought, "So when you were an hour late this morning it wasn't because it took longer than expected to give Marcel a happy ending?"

"Let's get this straight, I'm an hour late because Brian went for a run this morning." she fired back, "And if Marcel tells you something different, he'll be getting his own damn coffee tomorrow."

"Yes, let's stop worrying about Marcel and start concentrating on me." Ricky suggested, "We have about a day before I leave this resort to figure out how to upgrade my coffee service."

"There is no 'WE' in this." she stated flatly.

"Well, a week ago 'WE' didn't know each other existed." he said, "An hour after meeting, 'WE' had your nipple in my mouth. Last night 'WE' were a quarter inch from tongue to pussy contact. I have faith that 'WE' are capable of getting your lips around my vein infested meat pie in the next 25-hours."

She winced while advising, "If you ever want to experience the companionship of a woman again, I'd stop referring to your cock with that term."

"Done!" he exclaimed, "See, 'WE'RE' making progress already."

Sarah rolled her eyes, "Come on if you're looking to have coffee with us."

Ricky rolled out of bed naked before putting on some boxers and a tank top. They grabbed their mugs and went to the door. Ricky stepped outside, then nodded to indicate that the hallway was deserted.

Sarah followed him out and almost ran into 'Sailor Moon'. He was a Russian man that Ti-Jean had nicknamed earlier in the week because he was always wearing the type of cheap captain's hat that you might buy for a new boat owner as a joke. He was perhaps in his early-sixties and had a large belly that hung over a tiny Speedo. He was also wearing a beach shirt missing all its buttons.

He had been here at least as long as we had and yet no member of our group had seen him sober. Despite the early hour this remained to be true.

Sarah glared at Ricky while Sailor Moon took notice of her naked condition and broke into a lecherous grin. "Shlyukha." he said to Sarah in Russian.

She had initially been embarrassed to be caught nude by the creepy old fella but his kind greeting had touched her, so she leaned in to give him a kiss on the cheek. As she pulled away, he gave her a very firm slap on her naked backside.

"You rotten old fucker..." Ricky said while stepping forward and making a fist. Sarah intercepted him, grabbed his hand and led him toward Marcel's room.

Before the door closed, she turned to give Sailor Moon one final look at her naked body and returned his greeting, "Shlyukha." which wiped the grin from the old man's face.

Later in the day she would talk to Jorge, the man of 5 languages, and find out that rather than learning her first Russian greeting, she and the old man had just labeled each other as sluts.

Sarah and Ricky were still holding hands and laughing as they stepped out onto Marcel's balcony. "This asshole just let Sailor Moon see me naked." she announced.

"If it improved his mood, we should have arranged this earlier." said Marcel.

"The effect was negligible." stated Ricky.

The girls went to get dressed, we met the rest of the Quebec crew for breakfast, then headed for the beach.

The morning passed uneventfully with lots of sunning on the beach mixed with occasional trips into the ocean to cool off.

After lunch Jo went to the beach bar to get another gin and 7up only to discover that they had run out of gin. Shortages are not uncommon here and many Cubans have found ways to improvise solutions to their problems such as the many classic American cars touring the island powered by modern diesel engines from Asia.

"I will make you a drink that tastes just like gin and 7." Elvis the beach bartender offered, before declaring, "You will not be able to tell the difference." Elvis' fake gin was a mixture of several types of alcohol, and we never did get the recipe, but Jo insists that sambuca and the shitty tequila from last night were two of the ingredients.

What we did discover was; as promised it tasted like gin and 7, and Jo started to get really drunk, really quickly.

The first signs of her waning sobriety included slurred speech and an uncharacteristic giddiness. The next sign was more significant and concerned her legendary modesty.

Jo, Sarah, and Ti-Jean made another trip to the bar to bring back drinks for everyone. While Ti-Jean was getting the drinks ordered the girls wandered over to the water sports shack that was next door.

"Hola." Sarah greeted the 2 lifeguards behind the counter.

Suddenly a third face poked out from a back room. "Hola mi amor!" shouted Ernesto. He had been a new employee we befriended on our previous trip to this resort. Back then he had spent his days wearing coveralls in the hot sun while cleaning the beach. Apparently, he had been promoted to a better position.

He signaled for her to come around the counter where he gave her a tight hug followed by a kiss on either cheek.

Sarah turned and prompted her sister to join her, "This is my sister Jo. Jo this is Ernesto." Jo also earned a hug.

"How can we help you?" he asked.

"We were wondering when a peddle boat would be available." she replied.

"You can take that one." he said indicating a yellow boat, "We just have to get you into life vests first."

As Ernesto turned to grab a couple of life vests off the rack Sarah winked at the other two lifeguards and removed her bikini top, hanging it from a nail on the wall.

When Ernesto turned, he immediately broke into a huge grin. "Eres una chica Bella!"

 

She turned away and put her arms out so that he could help her int the vest, then spun back toward him so he could buckle it up. Her DD chest required him to make several adjustments to the straps and he seemed to be in no hurry to complete his task.

Ernesto held out Jo's vest and she surprised Sarah by removing her bikini top as well. After a lifetime of modesty Jo had permitted Ernesto and the other two lifeguards to become the first men to see her tits without being in a relationship with her first.

When she turned to put on the vest she noticed Ti-Jean holding all their drinks. She fixed him with a smile as she welcomed him as the 4th member of this exclusive club.

We saw and heard them coming back parallel to the beach about 50 feet offshore. Ti-Jean and Jo were up front providing propulsion and steering while Sarah was in the rear facing in the opposite direction.

We walked down to the water, and they steered toward us beaching the boat. Sarah half turned in her rear-facing seat to start passing our drinks to Jo, who then passed them to us.

With both ladies turned in their seats we were treated to a profile view. Since both had DD's, the arm holes of their life vests had changed shape from oval to almost a perfect circle, showing a lot of sideboob. It was apparent to everyone that they were topless under the floatation devices.

"We have room for one more." announced Sarah.

"Dibs!" shouted Ricky while climbing aboard and putting on the spare life vest.

Over the next 20 minutes they paddled around just off the beach before making a stop near the beach bar to top off their drinks again. No one was waiting to take the boat, so they boarded it again with Sarah and Ricky now sitting up front and doing the work.

When they stopped to drop off fresh drinks for us, Ti-Jean and Jo got off the boat with him steadying her so she didn't fall down.

"Brian," Sarah called to me, "Can you take her back to the room? She says that she is going to call it a day."

"I'll get her back safely." I assured my wife.

Suddenly Jo removed her life vest and started fumbling with her bikini top. The guys in our group plus another 5 - 10 nearby became members of this suddenly not so exclusive club. Whatever was in the fake gin and 7's was kicking her modesty's ass.

Jo's ex-boyfriend Kenny had once seen Sarah topless during a moment of 'que sera, Sarah' and remarked that they had identical tits. I was finally able to confirm this was indeed true.

After fiddling with the bikini for 30 seconds I offered her my t-shirt, she put it on, and her second public exposure was essentially over.

I grabbed Jo's bikini top and her towel and started leading her toward our room. Ti-Jean joined Bart on the beach while Marcel and Denis took the two vacated seats on the peddle boat.

I had to put my arm around Jo's waist to keep her upright on the walk back to the room. She was telling stories the whole way and was in that zone where everything is hilarious.

When we reached the room, I laid her on her bed and covered her up. I decided to take a quick pee since I was close to a bathroom. When I exited the washroom, there stood Jo under the shower completely nude.

"Hey Brian, I just wanted to wash the sand off. I'll only be a minute." she said.

There are no true 'showers' at this resort, just a shower head above a floor drain between the bathroom and the bedroom. My choices were to either stand here and wait for her to finish or to walk through her shower. Since I was worried about her slipping and she had already acknowledged my presence, I stayed where I was.

"I guess I owe you this one." she said, referring to the previous day when she had walked in during my shower and lingered.

When she finished, she toweled off then climbed into bed while still naked. I encouraged her to turn onto her side in case she got sick, tucked her in, gave her a kiss on top of her head and returned to the beach.

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While I was gone the boaters had peddled around for a bit before stopping a couple of hundred feet offshore. Out here the only traffic was an occasional kite-surfer or snorkeler.

As they sat idle with the boat gently rocking on the small swells, Sarah suddenly said, "I'm getting out to cool off." and slid over the side to stand in water not quite chest deep.

"We must be over a sand bar." said Marcel as the three guys joined her in the water.

"It seems weird to be wearing these when we're standing on the bottom." remarked Ricky as he removed his floatation device and tossed it into the boat. After Marcel and Denis followed suit, all attention turned to Sarah.

"Fine but I'm at least going to put the boat between myself and the shore." she remarked as she moved around the boat followed by her three admirers. She tossed the vest in the boat but found that she still had to squat down to hide her exposure from the beach.

As she did this her boobs floated to the surface and bobbed with the waves, sometimes one moving up while the other was going down. While all three men were wearing mirrored sunglasses she could tell the uneven movement had gripped their attention.

On a previous occasion when we had discussed our enjoyment of her flashing exploits, she had clarified that her teasing didn't have a sexual basis, she just enjoyed the power she felt during these events. However, the rush she was experiencing right now made her question whether she had been lying to herself all along.

"In for a penny, in for a pound." she said aloud as she removed her bottoms and commenced her skinny-dipping adventure.

"That's our girl." exclaimed Denis. While Marcel and Ricky had seen her naked before, this was his first extended view.

Sarah placed her drink on the boat then turned and swam 10 feet away before rolling onto her back and spreading her arms and legs. As she floated, she looked toward the sky as she enjoyed the feeling of the sun and the 3 men's eyes upon her body.

After perhaps a minute she felt something grip her two big toes. "We don't want you drifting out to sea." said Ricky as he gently towed her back toward the boat. She lifted her head just enough to verify that he was standing between her feet and seemed to be looking straight up main street.

When they reached the boat, he let go of her feet and she stood up. As she reached into the boat to get her drink, she noticed that one of the guys had brought a miniature football to toss around. She lifted it out, "Toss the pigskin around?" she asked, getting positive replies from everyone.

The activity started off with the 4 of them standing in a square and tossing the ball around. The highlight of every rotation was when Sarah would throw the ball causing her boobs to delightfully sway side-to-side.

The game took a turn when Ricky moved positions to get behind her and Denis lofted the ball over her head to him. The game of catch had now become Keep Away.

It was at this exact point that I returned to the beach and sat with Ti-Jean and Bart.

Sarah took turns moving toward one guy then jumping out of the water with her arms in the air hoping to block the pass. She would then land, pivot, and wade toward the guy who had received the pass.

Three things became apparent early on.

First of all, she seemed to be in no hurry to end the game. She was launching fairly high, but she seemed to be intentionally late with her timing as if she was doing it more to tease than to actually intercept.

Secondly, after beginning her skinny-dipping shielded from prying eyes on the beach, the boat was now a non-factor. Marcel would occasionally grab it to prevent it from drifting away, but the majority of Sarah's path was now in the wide open. When she launched toward Ricky the beach was rewarded with a glimpse of her bottom. When she leapt at Denis we would see her hips and sideboob. And her jump toward Marcel would allow us a frontal view of everything above her pelvis included the very top of her bush.

The third thing we noticed was that there seemed to be plenty of contact between the participants when she landed, and she wasn't objecting to the hands that lingered on the intimate parts of her body. Often her only reaction would be to turn her head and smile back over her shoulder as she moved away.

Unbeknownst to everyone until Sarah told me later, Ricky had hauled his cock up over the waistband of his shorts and every lap she would touch it with her hand while making her turn. She made a game within a game of inventing new ways to make contact. She flicked, patted, pulled, rubbed and swatted it.

Then the inevitable happened. She isn't sure if she grossly misjudged her jump or if Ricky intentionally stepped forward to close the gap, but their bodies collided. She was still fairly high up when they met, so when gravity took over and she started sliding down his body his now erect penis was waiting below ready to impale her.

His tip was well positioned to split her lips. As she continued her descent the full head made it inside, however the angle was all wrong as it approached her clitoral hood. How the story would go from this point was still a coin flip. If his cock came off the hood and was deflected inward, it would continue its journey deep into her soft recesses. If it deflected in the opposite direction, he would be ejected all together.

They were both aware of the unfolding situation, but everything was happening quickly. Ricky made a clumsy grab for her waist believing if he could slow everything down, he could use his own hips to influence the impending change in direction. But he had been too slow in his reaction and didn't secure her hips in time.

They both felt his cock flex a little under her weight and sensed this change in shape might be enough to encourage entry. However, the speeds involved were just too great and his 'vein infested meat pie' continued to bend until he was violently ejected, earning a grunt from both parties.

Sarah turned to follow the ball toward Denis and the game continued with everyone else unaware of the incident that occurred just under the water's surface. However, she did subtly change her technique so she stopped and jumped straight up rather than launching toward the men.

At one point I withdrew my phone to video a complete lap both to preserve this memory for myself and in case Sarah wanted to see this from our point of view later. I'm sure I wasn't the only one on the beach filming, but I hoped that her sunglasses, bucket hat and wet hair would prevent her from being easily recognizable if it ended up on social media.

The game ended when she finally blocked one of Marcel's throws. The ball went sideways off her arm and they both hurried to retrieve it with Sarah getting to it first. She grabbed it and tucked it to her body with both arms as she bent into the fetal position. He wrapped his arms around her from behind. At 6'-8" he was able to lift her completely out of the water as he blindly groped around for the ball.

He eventually lowered her back into the water and they decided to end the game without anyone else being 'it.'

They returned to leaning against the boat while they finished off their nearly forgotten beverages.

Sarah put her bikini bottoms and life vest back on before she climbed aboard the peddle boat. As they started heading towards shore Ricky leaned over to whisper in her ear, "Did you feel how close that was? 'WE' almost consummated our relationship."

"But 'WE' didn't." she replied.

"'WE' have fourteen more hours." he stated, earning an eye roll.

They returned the boat and life vests while Sarah retrieved her bikini top and put it on. Then they walked back to us carrying a fresh round of drinks.

Shortly afterward we decided to head back to our rooms to get ready for Ricky, Denis and Ti-Jean's final supper in Cuba.

When we got back to the room, we found Jo still sleeping on her side with the blanket moved down to her waist. Sarah pulled the blankets back up to her shoulders.

Before getting dressed for supper we showered together to wash away the sand accumulated from a day on the beach. Even though Jo was passed out, she was facing the shower, so we were mostly all business. The only contact being while we scrubbed each other's backs.

Since it was still hot and humid tonight Sarah donned a tank top and shorts. After getting dressed we met the guys for supper before heading to the lobby bar for a nightcap.

Eventually we got around to discussing the abandoned resort that I had seen earlier that morning.

"I was hoping to explore it today," I said, "but we never really had the opportunity."

"That was for the best." Sarah replied, "I mentioned it to Ernesto, and he said today was a bad day to visit the ghost resort."

"Ghost as in haunted?" I asked somewhat skeptically.

"Nothing that exciting." she replied. "It wasn't a well-managed resort to begin with, then it was damaged during a hurricane. The parent company went bankrupt, and the Cuban government has been looking for a foreign partner to repair and reopen it."

Ti-Jean who was there for the original discussion continued with the explanation, "The reason today was a bad day to visit was that it is used for training. New resort workers were there practicing their craft before seeing actual tourists."

"So tomorrow then?" I asked while shrugging toward the three guys who were heading home at breakfast and wouldn't be joining us.

"If we wait until after lunch Sophie can join us." offered Bart who was expecting his wife to arrive on the plane that would take his friends home.

Marcel, Sarah and I shared a look then nodded in agreement.

Marcel went up to get the last round of drinks for the night and returned with a bottle and a bunch of glasses. "Look what I managed to find." he said as he held aloft a bottle of the chocolate tequila that Sarah had mentioned a few times.

He poured us a round of shots, we clinked glasses and downed the tequila without salt or lime wedges.

"That is pretty smooth stuff." conceded Marcel.

"How about a body shot?" inquired Ricky.

"Not here in the lobby!" exclaimed Sarah.

"To building two." Marcel replied as he lifted the bottle from the table.

"I'll let my hair down when Sophie arrives," said Bart, "but I'm going to call it a night."

All eyes then turned to Ti-Jean and Denis. "I won't participate, but I'll go watch." declared Ti-Jean who is also married.

"I'm not missing this two nights in a row." added Denis.

Bart headed for building 7 while the rest of us went to building 2. When we arrived, I went in our room to get the salt shaker and the remaining lime wedges while the rest of the crew went into Marcel's room next door. Although we didn't need the accessories with this tequila, body shots weren't going to be any fun without them.

Inside I found Jo spread out like a starfish on her bed with all her blankets on the floor, still fast asleep. I threw a sheet over her, grabbed the salt and lime, and proceeded next door.

When I arrived, Ricky was already getting impatient. "Are you ready to shed some clothes to get more comfortable Sarah?"

"Why would I be getting more comfortable?" she asked.

"We came all the way here to do body shots didn't we?" he replied.

"Last night you guys all got to do body shots. Tonight, is my turn." she declared, receiving blank stares from everyone. "I think you mentioned Denis was first up tonight? Come on Denis."

Denis laid on the bed but still seemed suspicious that he was about to be the victim of some sort of prank.

Sarah straddled his knees then unzipped his cargo shorts and hauled them down to his thighs while exposing his cock which was average sized and limp. She gave it a couple of strokes to get it to semi-hard then proceeded to lick the underside. Then she shook a little salt onto it, poured some chocolate tequila into his bellybutton and put a lime wedge between a set of lips that had suddenly turned into a large smile.

She next went down on him taking his entire length into her mouth. She twirled her tongue around his rod as she felt it stiffening then started coming off it while maintaining a firm suction. When she finally came off of his cock head with a popping sound, he was fully hard.

She crawled along his body while she let his erect penis rub across her chin and proceed along the side of her throat. She began lapping up the tequila from his bellybutton while moving her neck, so his cock alternated gently slapping on either side.

After finishing the tequila, she continued to crawl along his body letting his cock ping pong a couple of times between her boobs before it traced along the length of her torso.

She finally reached his head and stuck her tongue in his mouth and gave his a momentary flick before rescuing the lime wedge and ending Denis' body shot.

It was my turn next which gave me some pause. The combination of tequila and Sarah's flirty nature was sure to result in some escalation so I would have preferred to be batting cleanup.

Sarah straddled me then immediately peeled off her tank top which released her braless tits. Apparently, the escalation was going to be quicker than even I had anticipated.

As she gently eased my shorts over my hips, she smiled realizing that she wouldn't be required to do anything to get me hard. She licked my cock to wet it then used one hand to massage my balls as she made the rest of the preparations for my body shot.

Finally ready she took me into her mouth. Unlike Denis she bobbed on my cock several times while occasionally pausing to swirl her tongue around my shaft. After being cock blocked all week sharing a room with her sister, I was really enjoying this sensation.

She finally removed me from her mouth and moved toward my bellybutton while continuing to stroke my cock as she rubbed it along her throat.

After lapping the tequila, she continued up my body but paused to run my cock between her tits several times.

She crawled toward my head as my cock dragged across her body. When she reached my face, we started to battle over the lime wedge between my lips while I cupped her breasts. Sarah put her weight onto my pelvis and began to grind against my penis. If she had put me back between her lips at this point, I may have immediately exploded.

And then we were done.

I really hoped Jo was passed out for the night because after a week of sexual frustration Sarah and I needed to finish this.

Ricky was next in line and already had his shorts pulled down before he laid on the bed. He put his hands behind his head, wiggled his hips a couple of times so his already erect cock waved in front of Sarah's face. When she looked up at him, he returned the smuggest grin possible.

"I told you 'WE' could make this possible." he said.

Sarah had already told Brian the story from this morning's coffee delivery but now Ricky told it again. His original intention was just to explain the inside joke but as Sarah slowly stroked his cock, he decided to make this sensation last by extending the story to include the near mishap during the game of keep away.

When she had heard enough, she bent over to lick just the very tip, then pinched a single grain of salt onto it. This immediately got his attention.

"Hey, no fair!" he exclaimed.

This time it was her turn to tease him with a smug grin, "It really is great tequila. The salt and lime are purely ceremonial tonight."

She put a lime wedge in his mouth to silence him and filled his bellybutton with tequila while she continued to slowly stroke his length. The plan was to torment him as payback, the only question was how. She could lick the single grain of salt and move on, or she could let him sample her cock sucking skills for 10 glorious seconds before abandoning him. As she leaned down toward his cock, she still hadn't committed either way.

She did stop just short of it and flick her tongue once more to snatch that single grain of salt. As she did this her hand felt a pulse surge through his cock in anticipation. She now realized that she could stop at any point now and torment the hell out of him but for reasons unknown even to her she continued, taking him into her mouth. She came back off him then ran her tongue around his 'vein infested meat pie' licking him like a popsicle.

The second time she took his full length into her mouth she looked up to see him holding both arms in the air in triumph. She decided this was the time to bail out. She released his cock and moved toward the tequila. Ricky didn't make any comment other than a prolonged groan from behind the lime wedge.

She quickly sipped the tequila from his bellybutton. Unlike the previous two shots, as she moved toward his head she stayed high on her hands and knees, so his erect cock was not able to make contact with her torso.

He allowed her to cleanly pick the lime from his lips but then cradled her rib cage and lifted her until he could replace the lime wedge with her right nipple. Sarah allowed him to gently suckle her breast until she finished with the lime. Then she sat up on his belly ending Ricky's shot.

Since Ti-Jean was only an observer tonight, Marcel was the last to take his place on his own bed.

He lifted his hips as Sarah tugged down his shorts until his cock sprang free. With the amount of time she'd been naked in his presence, this was ironically the first time she had seen it.

Since he was 6'-8" it was unsurprisingly above average in length and girth but that is not what caught her attention. Every penis she had ever seen had a bell-shaped head on it. Heck the British even refer to this part of the body as the bellend. Marcel's was shaped more like a perfect hemisphere with absolutely no flaring at the base.

She didn't know if this was the result of a botched circumcision, or a totally common shape that she had just never been exposed to. It didn't look bad, but it certainly had character. The combination of being cock blocked all week by our sleeping arrangements and just having finished her 4th tequila shot, she wondered, 'would that feel different?'

Sarah and Marcel had experienced a flirty chemistry from day one. Last night she had learned that he had top notch oral skills. Now she discovered that he had an intriguing cock. Even though her marriage included an open-mindedness toward flirtation and experimentation, they didn't have formal hall passes. With only a day-and-a-half remaining in their vacation, time was running out if she wanted to have this discussion with Brian.

Sarah bent down and licked the underside of his cock. When she reached the top, she swirled her tongue around the edge of his distinctive glans. She followed this by taking the top 4 inches of his cock into her mouth and slowly releasing it as she stroked the bottom 4 inches with her hand.

Her initial determination was that despite the lack of flaring around the base of the head, the size difference between his glans and the shaft would provide plenty of sensation if intercourse was ever put on the table.

As she took him into her mouth once more everyone else in the room started to realize that she had forgotten to even create the pretense that this was a body shot. Whether it was the effect of the alcohol or her single-minded focus on Marcel's unique penis, but the salt, lime and tequila sat unused on the bed next to her while her audience remained silent.

She bobbed four times in quick succession before coming off him to lick around his staff. I'd like to tell you that she has the gag reflexes of a porn star, but in reality, Sarah struggles to brush her back teeth without gagging. However, as she locked eyes with Marcel she could tell that he was enjoying the combined sensation of her mouth and hand.

He began interlacing his fingers through her hair and then running them down the full length of the strands. She half expected this to be a prelude to pushing her head down and the spell was nearly broken until she realized how gentle and respectful he was being and this encouraged her to redouble her efforts.

She focused on her task alternating between bobbing rapidly and more gently. At one point she came off him to lick around his cock like it was a rapidly melting ice cream cone. She looked up but his eyes were now tightly closed. "Vas y." he whispered as both a warning and an encouragement.

As she returned him to her mouth his body began to stiffen. She bobbed with a renewed vigor until his hips lifted off his mattress. She decided to finish him by hand, but the first eruption caught her by surprise and hit her in the chin.

She aimed him at her tits and continued to manipulate his cock until it was entirely spent.

Finally noticing the tequila, Sarah shrugged before taking a shot directly from the bottle.

As usual it was Ricky who broke the silence, "We have to get you into the shower."

"As much as I appreciate the offer," she replied, "I have to be alone with my husband right friggin' now."

"It would be a shame if you woke your sister." Ricky replied.

"I guess we'll have to be quiet." she declared.