This is the delayed Part 4 of the fifth instalment in a collection about a woman I know. Parts 1-3 should be read (or re-read) first, however the other stories featuring Vicky are standalone and unrelated to the Voulez Vous Mois Vicky mini-series.
Clive was first to return about five minutes after I emerged from my room. Vicky was already sitting with the kids and Sasha at the breakfast table when Clive deposited a bag of pastries, the size of which suggested he may have purchased the bakery's entire inventory. The runners returned shortly after and all of us sat down to eat what was a second breakfast for some, albiet at a far more civilised time!
The plan for the day was to visit a water park about an hour's drive from the villa. I wasn't too keen on it - I preferred to know the people I was sharing a swimming pool with - so I elected to stay at home. The rest of the team planned to head there mid morning and expected to be back again some time in the afternoon. Before they departed, my wife wanted us to take a walk together, alone. So after she showered and changed, we headed out for a wander.
We walked along the main road to the nearby village holding hands. I felt the guilt of my duplicity but tried to just focus on being present - flicking that metaphorical switch in my head. In my head I had already rationalised it: what she didn't know couldn't hurt her; confessing would in fact be an incredibly selfish thing to do: causing her pain in order to unburden my own conscience; this was probably just a short-term holiday thing; it wasn't going to lead anywhere; it was meaningless! On this last point, I was actually hoping that the opposite might be the case. The truth I hardly dared admit to myself, was that I had become completely smitten with Vicky now. For me, it wasn't just sex and I suspected it was more than that for her too.
"What did I just say?" my wife asked.
Her question had brought me back to the present and I had no recollection of what I had just 'hmmm'-ed at.
"Uhhh" I stalled, trying to recall the last thing she had said that I could remember.
"I knew you weren't listening!" she accused, accurately.
"Sorry, I was just thinking about..." I tried to come up with something quickly "... whether we needed to get some bread for lunch."
My wife looked back at me as though I had two heads.
"Do you not remember Clive bringing back the village's entire supply of baguettes this morning?" she asked.
"Oh yeah! Duh!" I replied, hoping not to be pressed any further on what I was really thinking about.
I managed to stay focussed for most of the rest of the conversation when it resumed. It turned out I had zoned out as my wife deliberated whether or not to attend the water park with the others or stay at the villa with me. I insisted she should do whatever she wanted to do and that I didn't mind if she wanted to go and certainly didn't expect her to stay at home on my account. In the end she decided to go too.
Everyone left at about 11am and I was left alone in the peace and quiet of the villa - which I was more than happy about. I enjoyed having the pool to myself (although I elected to keep my trunks on!) and when it got a bit warm I headed back to bed to catch up on some sleep from earlier. However, not before enjoying my little memento from earlier this morning: Vicky's underwear, which I had stashed in my carry-on bag next to the bed.
I lay down on the bed, held her panties to my nose and mouth, took hold of my cock and started stroking at as I thought about her. The combination of her smell and my recollection of our morning together was enough to get me off in no time at all. I just wished I had the fore-thought to take some photos of her the other day. But my imagination sufficed. After cleaning myself up I considered whether or not to return her smalls to her bedroom while everyone was out. I wasn't sure if the panties had been an intentional gift or if she just hadn't noticed them wrapped up in my pyjamas as she had ushered me out of her room. In the end I decided to keep them.
My peace and quiet was shattered, as expected, around mid afternoon when everyone returned for a late lunch. The eldest child was wired from the excitement of the water park and was now obsessing about going back to the beach. There was almost a domestic when it transpired that Clive had taken it upon himself to book a tee time at the local golf course for the late afternoon - that had apparently been what he was primarily focussed on over breakfast. This, without so much as mentioning the idea to Vicky, who had a headache and just wanted to go and lie down for the afternoon. No doubt from the stress of chasing after two children in a water park unaided. Sasha was unable to undertake her usual peacekeeping efforts as she had been implicated in the whole affair, owing to her positive response to Clive when he had floated the idea of playing a round. Needless to say she was unaware he had meant that day and that he had failed to mention it to Vicky!
So it fell upon my wife and Jill to step in and smooth things over as best they could by volunteering to take the kids to the beach for the rest of the afternoon. That was how I found myself once more in the villa with Vicky and nobody else. I did consider whether I should have offered to accompany the beachgoers, given Vicky said she was planning on sleeping anyway, but in the end both the thought of another afternoon at the beach with the kids and even the slim chance of being with Vicky again conspired to undermine my better intentions.
Vicky retired to bed after lunch, looking a little pale. After tidying away the lunch things, everyone else headed out for the remainder of the afternoon. Once they had driven away, I hesitantly walked down the corridor towards Vicky's room. Her bedroom door was slightly ajar. I wasn't sure whether to go on or just leave her be, but I decided to just check in on her. Pushing the door open I stepped quietly inside the dimly lit room.
The curtains were closed but the afternoon sun was cascading round their edges so it was far from dark. Vicky was laying curled up on top of the bed with her back to me. I sat down on the edge of the bed to see if she was awake and as I did so she turned back and looked at me.
"Hey" I said, stroking her forehead "how are you feeling?"
"Meh" Vicky replied, grimacing a little "my head is pounding."
I guessed that meant we weren't going to be able to make use of the opportunity that presented itself in quite the way I had hoped. I lay down next to her and tucked myself in close, wrapping an arm around her as she looked away again. Vicky put her arm on mine and sighed and I pressed my face in behind her head and smelled her hair.
"What do you think caused it?" I asked in a quiet voice as I rubbed her tummy soothingly.
"Probably an afternoon single-handedly trying to make sure neither of my children drowned! Vicky replied, clearly still frustrated with her husband.
"Ah..." I replied
"My neck is killing me too" she continued, "I spent most of the car journey turned around to amuse them in the back seat."
"Why don't you sit up and I'll see if I can find any tight spots" I suggested "that might be what's making your head hurt."
Vicky slowly sat herself up and on the edge of the bed. I knelt behind her, so that she was sat between my knees. Once I was in position, I placed my hands on her shoulders and began to massage her neck firmly with my thumbs. I could see our reflection in the mirror opposite and the pained expression on Vicky's face as my thumb rolled over a knot in one of her muscles.
"I think I found one!" I announced enthusiastically "do you have any baby oil?"
Vicky pointed over towards a suitcase on the floor containing lots of children's clothes and other paraphernalia. I got off the bed and retrieved the bottle before returning to position. In the meantime, Vicky, slipped the straps of her vest top and bra off her shoulders so that they were dangling next to her arms. Lubricating my hands with some of the oil, I resumed massaging Vicky's bare shoulders and quickly hunted down the tight muscle I had found earlier. I ran my thumbs down either side of her slender neck, until one of them hit a speedbump. I began to press firmly into the knotted muscle until my greased thumb spang over it with a satisfying twang. Vicky let out a groan of discomfort but I continued working on the area until I started to feel the tension releasing.
After a few minutes Vicky sighed in a way that suggested whatever I was doing was providing some relief. I continued to survey her neck, shoulders and upper back with my slick hands until I could find no more obvious tension.
"Any better?" I asked
"Actually yeah it is" Vicky replied, her eyes still closed "my head feels a lot less sore."
I ran my hands over Vicky's shoulder again and this time down her front, along her collar bone, beginning to move over her chest. Not wanting to be too blatant about where my mind was going, I stopped just as my fingers approached the neckline of Vicky's top and moved back up over her shoulders and neck once more. Her eye's remained closed and she looked relaxed. I repeated the journey several times, each pass becoming a little more erotic as my fingers eventually slid underneath Vicky's vest, starting to reach inside her bra to massage the tops of her breasts. There were no objections from Vicky when I reached down and began to lift her tank top up. She raised her arms up over her head and silently allowed me to remove it. Nor did she protest as I unclasped her bra and removed it from her chest.
I looked at Vicky in the mirror, sitting topless in front of me, as I reached round under her arms and cupped her breasts in my hands, rubbing the baby oil into them, as I saw her nipples enlarging. Vicky's eyes remained closed as she enjoyed the feeling of having her breasts massaged, occasionally letting out little sighs of pleasure. My cock began to swell in my shorts but I remained focussed on her, beginning to roll her erect nips between my fingers and thumbs to groans from Vicky.
"Is this just a holiday thing?" I asked.
Vicky opened her eyes and looked back at me in the mirror as I continued to fondle her.
"I hadn't thought that far ahead." she shrugged, rubbing her forehead.
I applied more baby oil to my hands and ran my palms up over her breasts and chest once more. I tried to think what to say next but didn't really want to force the matter so said nothing. I was content that she hadn't ruled out things continuing, so there was still a chance. Instead, I reached down and undid the button on her shorts, opening them to expose her panties.
"Here, try this." I said, taking her hand from her forehead and guiding it down into her underwear.
Vicky looked back at me in the mirror, somewhat self-consciously as she realised I was encouraging her to masturbate. I didn't force her, instead returning my oiled hands back to her breasts to continue caressing them. Our eyes locked in the reflection of the mirror and after a moment or two, I saw her fingers beginning to move slowly between her legs. I started to focus more intently on stimulating each of Vicky's long protruding teats between my thumb and forefinger causing them to stiffen noticeably. Vicky sighed loudly, either in response to this or as a result of her self-induced pleasure, and rested her head back against me, eyes closed.
We sat like this for five or maybe ten minutes, Vicky's noises of pleasure becoming louder and more frequent. At some point I began to notice little droplets of liquid forming on her reddened nipples as I squeezed them. Using my palms, I pressed against her breast tissue as I applied firmer pressure to her nipples and was intrigued to see thin streams of milky liquid erupt from both of Vicky's little mounds. Vicky let out a squeal and opened her eyes in surprise to see her milk dribbling down the mirror opposite us. My boner was now pressing firmly into her back.
"Okay?" I asked, concerned I had hurt her.
"Yeah" she replied, reaching up to her sensitive nipples with both hands to rub them and inspect what she had produced.
I took the opportunity to push her shorts and pants down as far as I could, before Vicky stood up enough for her to completely remove them. Looking back at the two of us in the mirror, it seemed like she suddenly became embarrassed at her own nudity, perhaps as I remained fully clothed? She stopped touching herself and closed her legs.
"I think I need to pee." she said, going to stand up.
I held her down and slid one of my oiled hands between her thighs, squeezing a breast tightly with the other. Vicky exhaled in pleasure as I once again forced a jet of milk from her teat and I pulled her legs apart to expose her now clean shaven little pussy in the mirror. She didn't fight it, but stared intently back at us as my finger started to stroke her already swollen and visible clit.
"Ohh mmmmm" Vicky moaned, biting her lip. and screwing her eyes shut tight.
I pulled her close to me as she began struggled to control herself. I knew she was resisting.
"Ahhhhh" she exhaled loudly, clenching her legs back together again as my finger rubbed firmly over her engorged clit, "STOP, I'm gonna pee myself!!"
I ignored Vicky's giggling protestations for a few more seconds, continuing to stimulate her clit and nipple simultaneously, which was all it took to tip her over the edge. She let out a scream of relief as her whole petite frame convulsed violently in my arms and her legs flew apart uncontrollably. A jet of liquid erupted from between her legs, deflected by my hand to spray over the bed. As I moved my hand away, Vicky thrust her pelvis involuntarily and a longer stream arced up and impacted the mirror with a satisfying tinkling sound before running down over it. Vicky's body went limp and she collapsed into my arms, the occasional shudder pulsing through her as her climax subsided. The slightest stroke of either of her nipples, which felt as though they could cut glass, made her twitch.
My cock felt so hard I thought the pressure was going to make it burst, but all I could do was sit there holding her as she regained her senses and realised what had happened.
"I told you!" she chastised me as she looked around and felt the damp patch between her legs.
"You know that wasn't what it was... right?" I replied as she stood up to assess the damage.
Vicky covered her mouth with both hands and her eyes opened wide. Her cheeks were flushed red but I didn't know whether it was from embarrassment, her intense orgasm or both.
"I've never done that before..." she said "...I mean I've heard about it, but I just thought it wasn't a real thing."
Vicky ran her fingers through the coating on the mirror then smelled it to reassure herself that she had in fact squirted for the first time and not simply wet herself. She laughed and turned back to face me.
"Well, my headache is a lot better now." she beamed.
"Amazing what a bit of relaxation can achieve!" I replied.
I was still sitting on the bed, legs spread and there was an obvious tent pole in my shorts that Vicky noticed as she surveyed the mess we had made. She knelt down and pulled down my shorts and underwear causing my cock to spring upright before her like a jack in the box. My bellend was swollen and red, stretching my foreskin open and dilated veins were visible along the length of my throbbing shaft.
"I don't want to do anything too strenuous, incase it comes back." Vicky said as moved in closer to it, unintentionally teasing me with her warm breath.
"It's okay" I lied "I understand, I just feel like I might burst!"
Whether or not Vicky was up for anything else, I just had to relieve the pressure that had built up.
"But you got to watch me,.." she continued "... so maybe I could watch you?"
Vicky stood up and backed away from my cock like it was an unexploded bomb.
"Okay" I answered "how about you lie down on the bed?"
Vicky was happy to oblige and she lay down on her back. I shimmied up the bed and knelt over her at shoulder level, my cock pointing down over her breasts and stomach. Vicky reached up and began to touch my balls with her delicate fingers, gentle stroking my scrotum, sending shivers down my spine. I gripped my shaft and pulled back, drawing my tensioned skin rearward to fully expose my glans. Dribbles of precum, accumulated over the past few minutes listening to, watching and feeling Vicky's body swell to orgasm, dropped from the tip of my cock onto Vicky's left breast. I began to stroke myself.
My cock was rigid as I passed it through my fist. I shuddered as my tingling head squeezed through my thumb and forefinger. Gripping tightly, I started slow at first, conscious how close I already was. Over time, I began to increase the pace and grip strength. Vicky remained transfixed, her eyes locked onto my canon as it towered over her, as she diligently tended to my distended, engorged sack. She smiled as my breathing began to intensify and I felt the onset of my own climax. I looked down at her alabaster flesh, shimmering in baby oil and focussed in on her still erect pink-brown teats. Then my gaze wandered down over her stomach to her pronounced mons, golden blonde hairs and pink, protruding lips which were couched in the hairless pillows of her vulva. Knowing I had to wait patiently to be inside there again, I took aim and made a final stroke backward.
My balls lifted away from Vicky's little fingers as I launched my first volley, spurting a thick white rope of semen across Vicky's breast and belly that filled her navel as it trickled inside. I groaned as I recoiled and another blast of cum shot down across her rolling chest, coating each of her nipples in a sticky glaze. I continued stroking my shaft and elicited several, slightly smaller, volleys. Each splattered her torso like a piece of modern art. Finally, when I couldn't bear to jerk any more, I knelt down and squeezed my fingers along the underside of my shaft, forcing what remained inside me to spew from the tip of my cock in a droplet that I wiped clean against Vicky's smooth, oiled breast. I collapsed back onto the bed and lay next to her.
Vicky tucked her head to my shoulder and reached down to cup my spent manhood in her petite hand, gently rubbing it as my raging hard on subsided. The last remnants of my load leaked out and she cleaned me up with her fingers, wiping them against her stomach, before finally tucking me away again. I went to the bathroom and fetched a washcloth which I warmed in hot water then rung out. Returning to Vicky, still laying on the bed, I proceeded to wipe her body down, cleaning the cum and baby oil off her tits and belly methodically. Playfully kissing her breasts and nipples as I bathed them. Then I went back to the bathroom to rinse the cloth, before returning to tend gently to her still sensitive nether regions. I dabbed the washcloth around her inner thighs to clean off her own secretions, before using my fingers to part her labia, nibbling them tenderly and lapping my tongue over them, savouring her delicious juices yet again. Vicky sighed in pleasure but she pushed me away when I began to stray deeper towards her still hyper sensitive clit. She was spent.
I backed off and after cleaning the mirror, replaced the washcloth, then I lay back down on the bed next to her. I wrapped my arm around Vicky's clean, naked body and kissed her cheek. She held my arm and we lay there for as long as we dared. I doubted very much whether this was just a holiday thing.