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I was nineteen and on my first foreign holiday. My first ever holiday without my parents, if it came to that. I was with a friend, Lynne, a girl I was at college with. We enjoyed sex with each other occasionally but were not exactly girlfriends in that sense, it was just nicer having a companion to travel with, and have fun with.We had gone to Majorca, one of the new resorts on the Spanish islands. It was fun, lots of sunshine, wine, sexy girls and good looking boys. That was the best part of being bi, I got to enjoy male or female fun, depending on my mood, and how sexy the other person was.We had been there about a week out of our ten-night stay. Lynne had formed a friendship with one of the bartenders in a beach-front club and had started spending much of the daytimes with him, usually from about one pm until seven when he started work, but she still got back to our apartment most nights, to spend an hour or so making me happy.This day, she was off somewhere with him, and I was bored. After doing the necessary jobs in the apartment, I decided to spend the afternoon on the beach. Who knows, maybe I would get lucky. The beach was not too crowded, and I found a nice spot, settling down on my beach towel with an ice cold drink, my tanned skin contrasting nicely with my tiny white bikini.I pulled a magazine from my bag, starting to flick through it when a shadow fell across it. I looked up in annoyance, to see a gorgeous black hunk, just starting to settle himself on the sand, a few feet away. He noticed me looking at him."You do not mind me sitting here?" he asked, in a deep sexy voice, that had my toes curling by the third syllable.His accent told me he was not English, even though he spoke it with such precision."No, go ahead," I told him, "there is plenty of room today.""You are not with anyone?" he queried. "I would not have expected such a beautiful girl to be alone.""My friend has gone off with her boyfriend," I smiled, "so I am left alone for the afternoon.""I am the same, " he said. "I am here with my friend, and he has gone out with a girl he met. Have you not found a man you would wish to spend time with?""Not really," I admitted. "I think most men prefer girls to have more up top than şişli escort (https://sislioto.com/) I have.""Up top?" he repeated, looking puzzled. "What is this, "up top" that you say?""Here," I pointed to my bust, blushing as he looked where I was indicating. "Most men like girls bigger there.""Ah, doudounes, boobs as you say, yes?" He smiled, "But yours look so perfect," he told me. "Some men are so stupid.""Thank you," I said. "You are very kind.""No, not kind, honest," he smiled at me. "And horny. Why else would I sit next to the sexiest girl on the beach?"I blushed again, feeling the dampness start between my legs."Have you not noticed the effect just sitting near you*has had on this in my shorts?" he asked. "If it grows much more, there will not be room enough for it, and me."I laughed at his look of worry. Actually, I had seen the bulge, and to be honest, had wondered what it would look like set free, and what it would feel like inside me. I blushed again at the thought."Do you enjoy sunbathing topless?" he asked, inconsequentially."Yes, I do," I admitted, "but not on a public beach.""Then come back with me to our villa," he suggested. "There you can sunbathe in the yard, by our small pool, drinking chilled wine, and listen to me talk about my beloved France, and if that is all you wish, so be it." He smiled suggestively, "But if you should wish to take pity on a lonely, horny man..."I could not help laughing, I always love men with a sense of humour. I held out my arm to him, as he stood, and he helped me up and waited while I packed my things into my bag. It was then I realised how tall he was. I stood five foot three, but he was well over six foot tall, broad shoulders tapering down over a flat stomach to a slim waist, and a firm rounded bottom.We walked along holding hands, while he told me about Dijon, and I talked about Manchester. It was only a short walk, and he led me through the house, into the yard. Perfect privacy, a high wooden fence surrounding the yard, and a small bathing pool in the center, with loungers set around part of it. Beach umbrellas clipped to them for shade, and low metal tables near them at the perfect height for reaching a drink without effort."Go and relax, pretty girl, " he said to me. mecidiyeköy escort (https://sislioto.com/) "By the way, I am Marcus, I am 27, single and I am completely under your spell."Oh God! I had come with him without even asking his name?"I am Marie, " I told him, "nineteen, single and unattached."He took my hand, then surprised me by kissing the back of my hand, inside my wrist, and inside my elbow, while his hand stroked up towards my armpit, bringing me out in goosebumps."I will bring the wine," he stated and vanished inside.I eased myself onto a lounger, then debated with myself as to whether I should remove my bikini top. A few seconds thought told me that it did not exactly hide much anyway and that I was no more at risk without it than I was keeping it on. Besides, I admitted to myself, I had not come here just for sunbathing.I pulled the thin straps loose, and let it fall off, leaving me in just tiny tie-sided bikini briefs. A gentle pull on the bows and they would fall free, but he would have to convince me to let him do that. I lay back, sunglasses protecting me from the glare, and revelled in the freedom of topless sunbathing.Marcus came out with a bottle of wine in an ice bucket*and two glasses, and poured the wine for us, then moved a lounger closer to mine before sitting, the glasses on the low table between us.We sat sipping the chilled liquid. Marcus looked over at me from time to time."I was right," he stated eventually, "your boobs look perfect, Marie, my sexy girl.""Be careful," I warned him, "we do not want that thing in your shorts growing any bigger, do we?""It is under control." He laughed. "I hope you have put sun lotion on them," he warned, "I would not want them having the sunburn.""Good idea," I conceded, reaching into my bag for the sun cream.I applied it liberally, boobs, nipples especially, and then from neck to where the bikini reached up to. Marcus groaned theatrically."I may have been wrong about it being under control," he said. "If it should break free, save yourself, my darling, leave me to fight it alone."This sent me into helpless laughter, only easing after more wine was poured. I was growing hornier by the minute."Anyway, this is a private yard," Marcus stated. "If it grows too much, I can always remove my shorts, so they at least will survive.""That is a coincidence," I told him, "I was just thinking of removing mine."We grinned at each other."If you need any help with the bows," he announced, "I am at your service.""Thank you, kind sir," I replied, and stood up, arms outstretched to the sides.He came over eagerly, kneeling in front of me with hands on my hips, and used his teeth to tease one bow free, holding the flimsy fabric in place with a thumb, while he turned his attention, and teeth, to the second bow. This one came free, and he let the scrap of material fall to the floor.I could feel his warm breath on my exposed pussy lips as he knelt there, then a firm pressure on my hips to turn me, and then the cheeks of my bum were being caressed and squeezed. More pressure and I completed the turn. He stood up, head lowered to my tits, teeth scraping gently over nipples.Then he was standing tall, lowering his head to kiss my lips, tongue teasing its way inside, teasing, tantalising, lips pressed hard to mine, taking my breath away, along with any inhibitions that may still have been hiding. I hardly reached up as far as his chin, as he towered over me, and I knew he could take anything he wanted. And I knew he would only ever take what was offered freely.Without any urging, without any hint of pressure, I kneeled before him, hands reaching up to the waistband of his shorts, that tempting bulge inches from my mouth. I pulled, overcoming the slight resistance, and slid*the shorts down, unleashing his beast, and the description was pretty accurate.It almost seemed to leap free, uncoiling, and standing tall and proud. I felt a twitch deep in my wet pussy, as I wondered if I could take it. It looked around ten or twelve inches long, maybe more, and thick, like a broom handle.I put my hand around it, feeling it twitch as I made first contact, and my fingers could not fully meet around the girth of it.I could feel him trembling as I squeezed it slightly, and he lowered himself onto a lounger. I knelt at his side, head bowed, as I took him into my mouth, jaw aching a little as I engulfed him, one hand caressing his balls while I moved my mouth up and down the shaft. His hands went to my head, fingers curling in my hair, as I stimulated him until he pulled me away."Sorry, Marie," he told me, "you are too good at this.