To begin with I would like to say how glad I am that I stumbled across this web-site. I enjoy reading the stories posted by others and it has given me the freedom to discuss my own particular events. I have posted a couple of them so far and I hope you have enjoyed reading them as much as I have enjoyed living them.
I would like to tell you of a particular story that occurred while my husband and I were away on vacation in Cuba. On our third night there we decided to go to the club at the resort to do a little dancing and enjoy the music. It was a very warm evening so I put on my little summer dress and decided to forgo the panties and bra. My husband looked great in his golf shirt and shorts.
As we left the room he took the time to compliment me on not wearing a bra. Little did he know that I wasn't wearing panties either. Our room was on the top level of a three story building that was accessible by stairs only. As we made our way down the open stairwell I took a quick look around to make sure that no one could see us and flashed him my boobs. As I was exposed to the open air I could feel my nipples harden with excitement. I left my top down as my man admired my breasts. He stepped right up to me and placed a gentle kiss on each nipple. This made me weak in the knees and I could feel that familiar tingle in my pussy.
I readjusted my dress and we made our way over to the club. We could hear the pulsing beat of the music well before we got there. It was fairly crowded, so we made our way around the outskirts of the room to the bar and ordered drinks. The music inside was pounding and loud enough that we had to lean into each other and almost yell to be heard. I scanned the room and let my eyes linger on a young couple who were moving seductively to the beat of the music. With their eyes closed, they were grinding on each other lost to the music.
I was quite turned on to watch as she straddled his leg and would grind her pelvis against his thigh. There was no end to the music, so this went on for some minutes before they separated. I imagined myself grinding up against my husband's leg in this same manner. Knowing that I was without panties, I began to imagine if I he would feel my wetness on his thigh. Without a word I took him by the hand and led him to the middle of the dance floor. I could feel myself getting wet already. As we moved in close and began to move to the music, I lifted my dress slightly and began to rub my wet pussy on my husband's leg.
I could see the surprise and excitement in his eyes when he realized that I wasn't wearing panties and that my wet pussy was all over him. He grabbed me tight and I could feel the swell of his hard-on pressed against me. He leaned into my ear after a couple of minutes of pleasure and told me that he knew of a place to go. We walked hand in hand up the beach, talking dirty to each other about what we wanted to do. I was so turned on and tingling with excitement that I could feel my juice beginning to run down my leg. When we were far enough around the curve of the beach to be out of site of everyone else he lifted my dress and began to massage my dripping pussy.
I unzipped his shorts and pulled out his throbbing cock. I stroked his manhood from base to tip as he rubbed my clit in harder and faster circles. The faster he went, the faster I stroked. The harder he rubbed, the harder I pumped. I was aching and wet and ready to orgasm when my husband ejaculated through the air and his semen spilled onto the beach. The sight of this sent me over the edge and as I came in waves of ecstasy he worked his fingers in and out of me to make the feeling last. On weak knees we made our way back to our room to continue the lovemaking into the night.