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The Maguire’s always spent one of their summer breaks on the Mediterranean coast, in a secluded villa and yet close enough to a town and an airport so that Stan could return to the transport business that had made his fortune and given his wife, Millicent, an enviable lifestyle. He harried his two sons, who had roles in depots away from the main hub, and that eased the strain on him. Lucy, Stan’s cherished daughter, helped out when other temp jobs allowed, and it was while she had been at work, for Maguire’s Transport and Shipping, that she had met Hugo Travers, a surveyor managing a refit of the hub. A relationship had soon followed but Stan thought Hugo a toff and made no secret of his dislike of him, a situation made worse by Millicent really letting go on the dancefloor and being seen to be having fun with an undoubtedly good-looking young man. He’d paid for his woman to have a few nips and tucks and hold back the effects of the years on her voluptuous figure. She tanned easily, loved to be out in the sun. He, by contrast, turned a salmon pink and suffered for it and to see his wife, tanned and dressed to catch the eye, and mostly that of Hugo, was a step too far both for him and his girl.
He would bide his time…
♥
Milly gasped in awe on seeing him again. ‘You’ve got it all.’
She felt a palpable sense of risk that she was taking on simply being with him; the fractious mood that prevailed now with Stan and Lucy impossible to ignore and that Hugo made light of. He stayed resolutely silent on it. Their behaviour on the dance floor last night had angered her husband and daughter alike, but she had fun and had made the most of her times with him. That he’d had his passport stolen, by a pickpocket, had only aggravated the others and they had gone off for the day together and Hugo had set about finding a consulate and getting the correct papers that would allow him to travel home, whenever that might be and given what had happened.
She had chosen to laze by the pool of their villa and see how the day played out, reckoning, shamelessly, that she might get the chance to be alone with Hugo and not have her impulses reined back by others.
‘Live it all out, while you can, with him,’ she murmured, pressing her fingers to her belly as if that would quell the ache of longing for the young guy she now saw with his toned legs, flat stomach and great abs; he was a young God compared to her barrel-chested and gruff man.
Lucy really was taking chances, given the reckless mood her mother was now in. That a few glasses of Sangria had been consumed, while he had been away, really had nothing to do with how he felt about Hugo.
Her dances with Hugo at the bar-bistro last night, the sight of him now, and what they might do and say as the minutes passed, might help her to forget what prevailed in her life with Stan. ‘Take what you can from the time we’ve got being together like this…’
Yes, Hugo really did have it all…
Gone were the modest, baggy swimming shorts. Hugo now wore figure-hugging briefs; their cut and kaleidoscopic pattern failing to conceal the swell within them. They were like a second skin, just as her clingy turquoise beach dress revealed more than it covered. She would have to slip back into her bikini when the moment came. Every step that she saw him take was a provocation to her, as if Hugo knew what he was doing…slowly bringing her on.
‘At last!’ she called out, delighting in everything that he did and thrilled by his very presence with her.
Milly watched, totally engaged with him, as she reached for the bottle of sun oil, soon rubbing the lotion onto her skin, between her breasts, over her throat and over her fleshy thighs that the skimpy beach dress failed to cover, her bikini thong stark and to be seen through the thin fabric that shaped every hollow and curve, a mass of necklaces dangling provocatively in her cleavage, each beaded strand longer and hanging lower than the one above and thus drawing the eye to her deep cleavage. In that she was one step up on her daughter.
‘I’m watching you! Get on with it!’ Milly called out once more, lifting a hand to block out the sun.
Hugo cast aside the towel he had brought with him and ran to the edge of the pool. His leg muscles rippled. She saw a moment’s tension in his stomach muscles before, with practised ease, he did a single flip into the pool.
‘Yahoo!’ he whooped before disappearing from view.
‘Show off!’ she laughed out when he surfaced.
‘You try it, then!’ Hugo called back, gleefully, soon striding through the water towards the curved steps, set into the end of the pool, close to where they would be seated, their chairs turned to the sun.
Milly waited. She simply had to take in just what she was embarking upon. Here she was with Lucy’s man and yet she couldn’t suppress the ache of longing for him, the ache just as she had known of it when she had danced with Hugo; his attraction to her to be seen and felt then. She couldn’t dismiss bonus veren siteler the same feeling now.
Okay; so it was inexcusable what she now thought of and felt, that settled ways were being cast aside and that she’d live for the moment and have an unexpected holiday fling before the semblance of normality was again restored to her life. She was reassured that Hugo seemed to be so disconcertingly relaxed in her company, in spite of those who’d be angered, and deeply hurt, by their behaviour and the evident pleasure they again took to be in each other’s company.
But it now held a palpable sense of risk…
‘No, I won’t do that…just dive in, Hugo. I’ll swim with you…I’m not as good as you, you know?’
Milly saw him nod before Hugo retraced his steps and entered the pool. She loved how his skin glistened from the sun block that he had applied. She had it on her skin too and they’d glide over each other if, and when, the moment came. She felt reassured by the sight of him swimming and his undoubted confidence in the water. She had enjoyed Hugo’s earlier displays of attentiveness. The exchange of words with Stan, of the previous evening had not dissuaded Hugo, in any way, from behaving as he now did with her.
She went behind the wall that marked a seating area, with a large parasol shielding a table they used for alfresco meals, and stripped away her dress, then leant forward as her breasts were wrapped in triangles of cloth that made up a skimpy halter necked bikini top, its colour matching her thong.
It was brazen behaviour, on her part, but she felt her life to be in limbo and now she would become detached from known ways if Hugo matched her lustful mood, and he made the most of their times together. They would be alone in the garden and pool of the villa, all of it shielded from outsiders by a high glaringly white wall topped by terracotta tiles.
‘We’re alone now…and hooked on each other,’ Milly murmured as she now stepped slowly down the steps and into the water. ‘And…I don’t want it to be any other way.’
Hugo pointed at her.
‘You forgot something,’ he grinned, the brilliance of his smile, and the youthful vigour of his ways, impossible for her to ignore.
‘Could it be my age, perhaps?’ Milly suggested, tilting her head enquiringly and looking at him as she said it, aware of how his eyes drifted over her and tat a few triangles of cloth failed to fully conceal.
‘No…I’m not bothered by that.’ His overt interest in her, now, made him draw nearer still. ‘Your sun glasses…’
Hugo made to take them from her.
‘Don’t, Hugo…not so fast. We’re not on the dance floor now.’ She had said it nervily in spite of all that possessed her thoughts, and she now slipped away, soon placing them at the top of the steps. Milly then turned to look at him. ‘Hugo? Where have you gone to, now?’
She squinted into the glare off the water’s surface.
‘Ha!’ Hugo had reappeared some distance away and beckoned to her.
‘Ha, to you too!’ she laughed. I shouldn’t be going along with his ways of it, or should I?
‘Swim to me, if you can?’
Everything that he said to her, and all that Hugo chose to say, and do, sounded easy and confident. Just as she had felt it the night before, his behaviour flattering and it did not deceive her, even if she had played a part in encouraging his responses to her. They had all had a drink or two, but she had known exactly how it felt to be fussed over and to be the centre of another’s attention, just for a happy change.
What she had started, Hugo had sought to take on.
Wasn’t that the reason for going on holiday; to break out of the box, it often felt, that you lived in? Complicated and destructive as it would be, she wanted the passion and the heat; then the softer ways of it between two people…just for a happy and quite unexpected change. And, yes, even to be brazenly selfish and to think only of herself…and taking Hugo along with her.
But she remained on her spot and simply dipped under the water, soon rising to sweep away her hair, adjusting the beaded clip that held it in place. It had become entangled with the necklaces she continued to wear. She could feel confident of Hugo’s attentive and gentler ways as she met his stilled, appraising. look as she again swept back her sun-bleached sandy-blonde hair.
Compared to Lucy, I’m showing my age wrinkles, along with a few wrinkles, she thought, and my sagging tits. But Lucy’s man made the night for me on that dance floor, along with his assured and complimenting ways. He’s at it again, now…now that we’re alone and can be together just as we please.
It was crazy to be falling for him, her longing inflamed by the sight of how he filled those swimming shorts. She had known that he was into her when they had danced. Now their shared interest had moved a step further to being made ragingly real.
I’m alone here with Hugo…and it will set my feelings, and fears, tumbling all bedava bahis over again.
What a riot of conflicting emotions he had aroused within her. As the minutes passed, he became more confident in his attention to her.
Hugo swam to draw closer. ‘What’s up?’
‘I’m…I’ve taken to wondering what I’m doing here now, alone with you, Hugo.’
The stood close, not touching, but taking in the possibilities of the moment.
‘The same as I am…the arguments…the words this morning from the others followed on from last night’s set to…words about me and you dancing…making it clear that you…and I…were having fun. Where was the harm in that? If there was…why just go off for the day? I was sure pissed off by having my passport nicked, nut that’s all changed now…hasn’t it…all of it?’
She felt the first touch of his fingers to her waist that aroused a surge of longing that thoughts of him, and Hugo’s presence with her now, aroused.
Milly nodded, yet she felt compelled to turn away from him as Hugo sought to detain her. ‘Don’t…I hear my phone.’
He heard it too, felt that she had slipped out of his grasp.
Hugo watched as Milly went quickly up the steps, felt the rise of blood at the sight of her glistening skin, of her fulsome, tended shape; the unmistakable ache in his belly and swelling of his prick out of longing for her. He wanted to fuck with this woman, to touch and hold those breasts and touch her just where that thong had drawn his eyes to. She was beginning to sense that too. He eased the fit of his swimming briefs. He wondered whether to swim while she talked on her phone, then changed his mind on seeing her glance his way and beckoning.
Close the space between us again…
She clutched the phone, the call seemingly at an end.
‘Hugo…Hugo…’ she sighed, holding out a hand to him. ‘Help me with them…I’ve…I’ve nowhere else to go with what I feel for you now…’ she asked, seeing how his skin glistened from sunblock and water, how he filled those bathing shorts and what the look of his eyes suggested was at work in him too.
‘Let me guess who that was…?’
‘That was them…their bus…Stan’s and Lucy’s…the tour coach has broken down,’ she soon told him, as Hugo pressed, then moved slowly against her. ‘If it can’t be mended we will have to go and collect them in the car. They’ll call again to let us know where and when…or if a replacement coach is sent out to them.’
‘That will take time…Milly, won’t it?’ he murmured. ‘Can’t we talk about all of that later?’
‘We have that now, time, don’t we?’ Milly murmured. Hugo had watched and listened; now he sought to claim her. She pushed his hands away but met his look upon her; knowing that it was impossible to turn back from what she had begun. ‘Give me a moment?’
Milly moved to put her phone on the lounger, under a small pillow, to keep it out of the sun’s heat.
Yes, a palpable sense of longing gripped him on seeing Milly move. His fingers again touched her as they slowly traced a path over her back, his hands slowly sliding around her waist and over warm, oil slicked flesh. He held Milly to him and smoothed and pressed his fingers to Milly’s belly, then to her thong, offered caresses to her mound, and; touched gently the small stud piercing by her belly button.
‘I want to be with you now and be closer than close…if you’ll let that happen between us?’ he murmured, his grip on her restraining hand tightening as, together, their fingers brushed the fabric swell of her thong once more, slowly and as they deepened, pressed into her crack.
‘Hugo…Hugo?’ she groaned, squirming in his embrace to meet a questioning look upon her. She felt compelled to clamp his questing hands, yet the touch of his fingers upon her skin so pleasurable. ‘What can we do about this?’
She wanted to know of him…she would know of him; she would endeavour to share every moment that she could with him, now, while they had the opportunity. She wanted to know of a different heat from all that Stan sought to bring to her. She ached to feel wanted, lusted over, and not just to feel possessed. She had seen how it could be between Hugo and Lucy; their affectionate ways of it, when they strolled along the street exchanging easy banter, or a tender look and touch.
She really had no idea on how it went between them or had done…Hugo’s tamping ways with…with her daughter. She was confronted by the reality of what was happening between them. Where would she go with the memories of it?
‘Hugo…Hugo, listen?’ she said, her voice faltering; her thoughts sent tumbling on what could now ensue between them, her compliance with Hugo’s ways, his touches and slow caresses, and what she knew he would bring to her.
‘I…I want to make good what I felt with you…for you, last night, on that dance floor. I have that feeling again now…just as you do.’
Milly nodded, unable to deny the simple truth that had been spoken.
‘And deneme bonus then?’ Milly failed to slow Hugo’s renewed caresses upon her, nor the hesitant meeting of his first kiss. She hungered for more…her breathless responses serving only to confirm a willingness to finally concede and then to be seduced by him.
‘And then…we’re together, differently.’ she heard him moan softly, his breaths on her skin as she claimed him.
One hand rhythmically clamped the hard swell in his swimming briefs. She heard his harsh intakes of breath as she brought him on, felt his unrestrained touches as he cupped the tumble of her breasts and squeezed them; pinched her nipples between his fingers and gently tugged upon them. He drew away her thong and she felt the slow, questing press of his fingers to her…into her. She moved to meet them. Hugo would he bring her on as they stood against each other?
It seemed that Hugo could do that for her.
‘And then?’ Milly shivered. ‘And then…and then…go on…go on?’ she kissed in halting breaths, moving in a slow rhythm to meet Hugo’s sliding caresses with increasing urgency.
‘And then, we do this…what I wanted to do with you last night. The madness of it changed me…it changed us…I know that now. I want to know all that there is of it and between us. Then…we remember how we lived for the moment…every one of them…while we could.’
Milly sighed.
Hugo made it all sound so achingly simple, the easy concession to his need of her. She felt that ache of impetuous longing too.
‘Yes…I want that…every crazy moment of it.’
Hugo’s breath was on her lips. She held his look upon her as they acknowledged their moment had been reached. She met his deepening open mouthed kisses and felt the tugging away of her bikini fastening and guided his mouth to her breasts, his mouth open and his lips slowly slipping over her skin until her nipples were in his mouth, one then the other. She had thought, hours ago, as they danced, that it was there that he would begin.
As with everything else, now, she had been wrong.
Hugo wanted to find her…to be in her…to fill and to fuck her…and then to lose himself in her and with her. His fingers had slowly found their way into her, and she snorted through their kisses as he took her in this way, broke through any remaining doubts that she had.
They would only have this one chance, and they took it.
♥
Milly looked across the narrow space that separated them. She slid a hand over his glistening skin, the result of their exertions and the rousing torment that he had brought to her. It was a feeling of exultation, for all that she had discovered, soon provoking her to lie on her side and the renewal of clamps upon him that were teasing, demanding, caresses…every one of them…slow, lingering, then more purposeful; knowing that to do so would incite her young lover’s eager responses once more.
She marvelled at his ways; she wondered how he had learnt of them and with whom, and on how many women he had deployed his skills. Her girl, Lucy, would have been one of them. Whatever she did for him, to him, he sought to do in return; she ached, deep in her body…dep in the place she had sought him to be and where she had wanted him to be; where she had finally taken him.
The smell and taste of her had been on his face and lips; she’d loved the depravity of it and; the knowledge that she had been taken and enjoyed by her young lover. Her legs ached from her responses to all that she had brought to him in return, a furious rut that had left her sated…for now.
‘You could have warned me…on how it could be,’ she grinned, as the sliding touch of her fingernails produced, once more, the response that she again sought. ‘Your turn…’
She moved to lie upon him; soon feeling a renewal of his slow, languid caresses and the questing touches of his fingers upon her…within her. She let it all go; she couldn’t keep from doing that. She was in his head, and she wanted him in her body once more, his need of her unquenchable.
How could she be in the same house and keep her hands off him, knowing what she had done?
‘I’m feeling a little wasted too…’
‘I don’t know why,’ she smiled, looking into his eyes; wondering how it could all have happened so quickly; her complicity in all that had passed to bring them together like this. ‘Do you?’
‘Remind me…will you?’ He seemed to have thought on it too.
Hugo moved on the thin cushions of the two loungers that they had used as a bed for a spontaneous and energetic tryst; their oil slicked skins Milly’s idea; a barrier to marks and sunburn; the application of the oil, to each other’s body, being Hugo’s idea of a stage in their foreplay. Unembarrassed, she had prolonged it until having to surrender to his palpable, trembling eagerness to know of her.
Milly eased away and moved to sit upon him; smoothing her fingers over his length, bending forward to kiss him and to have her breasts brush Hugo’s chest, urging him to gently nip and kiss them once more. ‘Don’t mark me…will you?’
‘No, I won’t…or not so that anyone would notice.’ Hugo reached up and held her; brushed his fingers to where she guided them. ‘You let go…’
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