This is the delayed Part 5 of the fifth instalment in a collection about a woman I know. Parts 1-4 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.
The golfers returned before the beachgoers but by the time everyone had assembled it was evening. We arranged ourselves around the large outside dining table in the residual warmth of the day, the sun have disappeared from view behind the villa. The children didn't join us, having been fed and watered prior to their bedtime. Vicky was putting them to bed as we sat down. Clive was already tucking into the remaining baguette as Jill served the casserole she and Sasha had prepared for us all. We were already eating when Vicky emerged from the house in a light summer dress. The last time I had seen her she was wearing considerably less, but I still had to consciously avoid staring as she seemed to float across the patio. I imagined her doing a twirl midway and her dress lifting to reveal her smooth toned legs more. However in reality, she just walked towards us, her flip flops, flip-flopping across the paving.
The only chair remaining was directly opposite me and next to her husband. Vicky sat down and smiled (I thought somewhat obviously) at me before looking to Clive, with his face full of baguette.
"They're both asleep already." Vicky said.
After forcing his baguette down Clive responded.
"Probably exhausted."
His response, without so much of an acknowledgement of either his wife or friends efforts to entertain his children while he enjoyed himself, pretty much summed him up. I could definitely detect the tension between the two of them and wondered if anyone else could. But we all chatted causally and Vicky participated, her headache and mood seemingly both now lifted. Between chat and laughter, Vicky and I exchanged glances, both of us apparently consciously trying to avoid any suspicion from the others. Each time our eyes met, I would look away to whoever was speaking at the time, or Vicky would stare at her plate - where she was shuffling the remaining food around with her fork.
In the end, the temptation got the better of me, i slipped my foot out of my own flip flop and reach over towards her, running my toes over the soft, smooth tops of Vicky's. Vicky's eyes widened as she felt my caress and she looked up at me. I smiled casually as I ran my mine back over hers in the opposite direction, lightly grazing them. Vicky looked back down to her plate and pressed her lips together, stifling a giggle. Helpfully, the moment coincided with the punchline of a joke Sasha was telling and as the rest of the table erupted into laughter, Vicky's suppressed snigger also escaped.
I withdrew my foot and re-engaged with the conversation as Vicky eventually finished what remained of the food on her plate, before placing her knife and fork neatly upon it and resting her chin on her hands, avoiding eye contact. It struck me as a little hypocritical given the frequency with which Vicky reminded her kids not to put their elbows on the table but that thought was quickly interrupted when I felt the side of Vicky's foot stroke my ankle and begin to run up my inside leg.
At first she didn't look towards me, continuing to hold her gaze on Jill as she talked about what the kids had been doing at the beach. But as Vicky's foot reached my knee, she sat back on her chair and skooched down slightly. As she turned to look at me, I felt Vicky's foot slide up the inside of my shorts and press into my crotch. Vicky continued to look in my direction as she wiggled her toes against my junk, immediately triggering a swelling in my briefs.
Fortunately the table cloth was draped over my lap so the movement of both Vicky's foot and my enlarging member was not visible to either Jill nor my wife who were sat either side of me! For the next few minutes, Vicky coaxed my manhood into a full erection then dextrously stroked it back and forth with her petite toes. Just as I was about to reach my own foot between her legs to return the favour, Jill stood up and began to collect the empty plates.
"I'll sort those!" Vicky announced, swiftly withdrawing her foot from inside my shorts and gathering the plates around her.
A short, polite argument ensued about who would do the dishes, allowing a precious few moments for my boner to subside sufficiently that I could stand without it obviously protruding. When I got to my feet, I offered to assist Vicky and, at that, Jill eventually relented. The two of us cleared the remaining plates from the dinner table, with some assistance from Sasha, then stood next to the kitchen sink together while the rest of the group retired to the living area, continuing their conversations.
Away from the group, whose voices were loud enough to ensure that anything Vicky and I whispered would not be heard, we had some privacy to talk.
"I thought you were going to cause me a problem there" I admitted as I washed the dishes and handed them to Vicky to dry.
Vicky didn't reply, just looking at me and smiling mischievously. Each time I handed her a clean dish, we would stroke one another's fingers. Something seemed to be different about her. It was as though her earlier worries about being caught had subsided and had given way to the same desire I had to just make the most of our time together.
It didn't take long for us to amass a pile of clean glassware and crockery on the counter top next to Vicky. As she picked it up, she leaned in a little and moved her lips to my ear.
"I'm not wearing any underwear" she whispered, before casually turning around and walking away with a stack of plates in her hands.
The kitchen had a small pantry type area just off it, more of an alcove than a room, but inside it was a large glass fronted wooden cabinet that held all the plates and glasses. I watched Vicky as she entered, deposited the plates into the cabinet and turned to face me, standing just inside the arched doorway. From her position in the pantry area, Vicky was hidden from the rest of the group who continued to chat on the sofas. Before I had a chance to pick up the clean glasses (thankfully as I would have dropped them), Vicky took hold of he hem of her skirt with both hands and unceremoniously lifted it up to her shoulders with a cheeky grin.
True to her word, Vicky presented her clean shaven pussy and tuft of blonde pubic hair above. He pinkish-brown conjoined labia protruded down between her legs and glistened slightly in the light, revealing she was already aroused. Holding her dress against her chest with one arm, Vicky placed a finger in her mouth then reached down to begin flicking her lips, gently peeling the two apart to reveal a deeper shade of pinkish red within her inflamed loins. As she stood before me, naughtily spreading her pussy open for me, I felt my own cock throbbing in my pants as blood rushed to fill it.
I lamely picked up two glasses and walked towards my fixation. Thankfully the island in the middle of the kitchen obscured my crotch from view as without that, had anyone looked, they would have seen my shorts tented outwards pointing directly at my target. I stepped into the alcove in front of Vicky and placed the glasses I was holding onto the cabinet next to her. With my hands now free, I reached between her legs and cupped her pussy, feeling her heat radiate onto my palm as i slid my middle fingers inside of her moist, tight opening.
Vicky's eyes widened as she, perhaps unexpectedly, felt me penetrate her and begin to stroke her g-spot. Apparently and inexplicably now feeling the stakes rising, she tried to pull her dress back down and push my hand away, but I resisted, continuing to massage her internally as I pressed her back into the shelf behind. Vicky began to pant as I reached around under her skirt with my free hand and grabbed her bare ass, clutching one cheek firmly in my fingers, peeling it away from the other. I leaned in and pressed my lips into hers as she fought me as well as her own desire. Eventually though, Vicky wriggled free from me, pulled her dress back into place as she squeezed past me and out of the pantry, leaving me with sticky fingers and a massive boner. Her face slightly flushed, she scurried out of the kitchen and went to sit with the others in the sofa. Licking my fingers clean, savouring her taste, I tidied away what remained of the dishes and once my hard-on had subsided, I joined everyone else in the living space.
I could feel my balls aching a little as the others discussed how they were planning to spend the evening. All I could think about was Vicky. I wondered if we could arrange another midnight rendezvous in the kitchen.
"Does anyone fancy a go in the hot tub?" Jill proposed.
"Definitely!" Sasha replied enthusiastically.
"I'm going to watch the US open." Clive said getting up from his seat, "Should start in 30 minutes or so. See you in bed."
Vicky nodded silently as he walked away with his iPad in hand.
"How about you ladies?" Sasha asked, looking to Vicky then my wife.
Both women agreed and I was left alone on the sofa with my (dirty) thoughts as the girls went to change into their swimwear again. A few minutes later I heard the sound of the jets running on the hot tub outside and quiet conversation. I assumed all four of them were there until Vicky appeared in the hallway wrapped in a towel. Opening the towel wide, she teased me with a brief flash of her perfect little body in her swimsuit before covering herself once more and exiting out onto the patio towards the hot tub.
I amused myself for a little while, watching videos online, with the sound of laughter and conversation drifting in from the open patio door. It was interrupted by a splashing sound followed by my wife's head poking round the patio door. She was also wrapped in a towel and was dripping onto the ground outside.
"I'm going to wash my hair" she informed me "do you need to use the bathroom?"
"No I'm all good" I replied.
She disappeared back outside and I heard the noise of the french doors opening and closing as she went into our bedroom. I got up from the sofa and looked out towards the hottub. I could see Sasha and Vicky with her back to me still in it, but Jill was also gone. Her room was on the same side of the house as ours so I assumed she had also headed there. I walked out into the now slightly cooler evening air.
"How is it?" I asked as I approached the girls sitting in the pool.
"It's really nice" Sasha replied innocently, "you should give it a go!"
I thought momentarily, pondering whether I could be bothered changing into my swimming trunks.
"Jill not a fan?" I asked.
"She went to wash her hair." Vicky replied.
"I should really do the same." Sasha said.
My decision was made. If there was a chance that Vicky and I would be left alone together I wasn't going to miss out.
"Okay, give me a minute and I'll join you" I responded to Sasha's original suggestion.
I went into my room to hurriedly changed into my trunks. The doors were next to where the hot tub was positioned so I didn't have far to go. Our curtains were closed so I had to slide them open to get inside. Leaving them cracked I looked back out and could see Sasha's back to me and Vicky opposite, looking over her friends shoulder at me. I could hear our shower running in the bathroom and as I went in to retrieve my still somewhat damp trunks, saw my wife standing behind the steamed up shower screen washing her hair. I don't think she saw or heard me enter.
Returning to the bedroom, I stood in front of the gap in the curtains and stripped down naked. I stood there for a moment and waiting for a smile on Vicky's face to indicate that she could see me. I pulled my trunks on then went back out into the garden closing the curtain and securing the french door behind me. I climbed into the hot water and sat down next to Vicky, facing Sasha who was finishing off a story.
"Well?" Sasha enquired of my reaction to the bubbling warm water.
"Pretty nice." I replied.
"I think I need one of these at home. I really don't want to get out!" Sasha said wistfully, closing her eyes, laying back and stretching her arms out on her side of the tub.
Vicky took the moment to look in my direction then I felt her hand on my leg, just above my knee. I looked down but the frothing white water created by the jets obscured what was happening below the surface from view. I could feel exactly what Vicky was doing though, as her hand ran up my inside thigh and over my trunks, beginning to massage my cock and balls. I reached over to Vicky's thigh with my own hand and began to stroke her bare leg gently as her hand wrapped around my shaft. I checked to confirm that what we were doing remained invisible to Sasha opposite and once satisfied, I pulled the waistband of my trunks down so that Vicky could take hold of my throbbing semi without interference. Her grip was tight and she jerked me off rhythmically with long, skilful strokes, her wrist doing all the work, all the while her arm barely moved above the waterline. Impressive.
I closed my eyes and like Sasha rested against the side of the tub.
"Yup this is pretty relaxing!" I said with a satisfied sigh as Vicky worked her magic on me.
Vicky's attentive stroking of my now rigid, fully engorged member was beginning to develop towards something and I sighed and shuddered involuntarily as her tightly wrapped fingers passed over my tingling glans, stretching my foreskin taught. I knew if I didn't do something, she would soon have me spewing strands of cum into the bubbling water, so I reached between Vicky's legs and pressed my fingers against her pussy in an attempt at distracting her from the task at hand.
I could feel through the thin fabric of her swimsuit, Vicky's fleshy vulva and a little ridge line of her protruding labia. I traced them up, locating the spot where I thought I could best stimulate her clit, and pressed deep into her, massaging in a figure of eight pattern. Her grip on my shaft immediately relaxed a little and Vicky let out a moan of pleasure that she couldn't contain.
"Yeah... its really good!" she said quickly trying to cover for her sudden sounds of enjoyment,
I looked over to Vicky as did Sasha and my attention was immediately drawn to the obviously erect nipples underneath her bathing suit. I assume Sasha noticed the same thing but said nothing. I looked away and lay my head back against the side of the hot tub once more, as I continued the deep tissue massage of Vicky's pleasure spot. Not for long though. A loud splashing sound startled me and I opened my eyes again to see Sasha standing up and stepping out of the tub. I glanced down to check the ensuing waves had not exposed what Vicky and I were doing to each other and was relieved to see they had not.
"Right! I'm doing it!" she announced as she stepped down onto the patio and grabbed her towel to wrap around herself.
Sasha was a little overweight and her body in swimwear had no appeal to me so I didn't stare. Instead I turned back to Vicky as Sasha walked back into the villa.
"Goodnight!" she called out and we both responded in kind.
Vicky and I now sat alone in the hot tub. Vicky's chest and cheeks were flushed and her breathing heavier. Her nipples looked like they were desperately trying to break free from her constrictive swim suit. At the same time, her hand had continued to stroke my shaft back and forth almost autonomously, if not with the same vigour as she had initially started with. Regardless it still felt amazing. As the door closed behind Sasha we turned to face one another simultaneously and our eyes locked. I put my hand on Vicky's breast and rubbed my thumb over her swollen teat, prompting further sighs of enjoyment from her. Under the water, my fingers were reaching under the gusset of her bathing suit, my fingertips just beginning to slide between her lips when Vicky pulled away and slid down off the seat moulding to crouch in the middle of the turbulent pool.
At first I was concerned she was about to put an end to the evening's antics, but I was relieved to see her instead slip her should straps off each arm and pull her suit down to expose each of her breasts. Vicky's nipples sat just above the waterline, the bubbles bursting over them as she reached out to grab my trunks and pulled them down around my thighs. Now fully exposed, Vicky moved in to kneel between my legs. I felt her cup my balls in one hand and resume stroking my shaft with the other. We smiled at each other as Vicky's hands expertly massaged my testes and jerked me off.
Then she did something unexpected. Taking a deep breath, Vicky closed her eyes and ducked her head under the water. A second later, I felt my cock slipping between her soft lips and into her mouth. Her tongue lapped over my swollen head and Vicky bobbed up an down in my lap for twenty seconds or so. When Vicky had been tugging me off earlier I didn't think it was possible to get any harder, but I was wrong. I now felt like I had been inflated to the point of bursting, like at any moment my raging hard-on could literally explode.
Vicky's head suddenly appeared from under the water with a splash as she took a deep intake of breath but continued to stroke me as she composed herself. Her blonde hair was now soaked and matted down. Beads of water trickled down her crimson face. But her big brown eyes were wide and glinting. I reached out and stroked her wet head, gently caressing her earlobe. After recovering for a few seconds, Vicky resumed the underwater blowjob, bringing me almost to the brink this time. It was all I could do to hold off coming in her mouth as she sucked down hard on me and massaged my balls between her little fingers in the warm water.
When she next emerged for air, I pulled her up towards me and kissed her, our tongues exploring one another's mouths as my hand reached down between her legs, moving her swimwear aside to slide my fingers inside her again. This time I reached all the way in, stroking her soft spongey interior as her hands continued to work my shaft. I pulled her body closer into mine then Vicky climbed up to straddled me, her breasts at eye level, water running off them in full view of anyone who might enter the garden. But we didn't care anymore. We were overtaken with desire, jeopardy and adrenaline only adding to our arousal! All that I could concentrate on in that moment was the feeling as Vicky wrapped her arms around me and I guided rock hard shaft between her slippery, wet slit and into her tight little hole. Vicky exhaled on my face as she felt my girth stretching her open. I moved my hands inside her swimsuit and grabbed her glutes. My fingers descended into her crack as she started to ride up and down on my cock. Her little tits bounced pleasingly before my eyes and she began to sigh and groan struggling to maintain control over her volume level.
My hands clutched her cheeks firmly and I started to feel down her silky, freshly shaven crevasse for the area I wanted to explore. Finding her clenched, wet asshole, I drove a single digit into it and began oscillating in and out, keeping rhythm with Vicky's.
"Oh mmmm" Vicky whispered as I violated her rear properly for the first time "that's... oh.... I think that's ... ahhhh.... going to make me ... !"
"Me too!" I answered with a note of urgency.
"It's.... ahhhh.... okaaaay." she consented.
Suddenly Vicky's bouncing stopped and she inhaled sharply and her body collapsed down onto me, her stiff nipples pressing into my face. I took the opportunity to bite down gently on one and she closed her eyes tightly. I could hear her heart rate accelerating and the heat of her flushed chest radiating as her legs began to subtly quiver against mine. I continued fingering her sphincter and all of a sudden Vicky's whole body began to shake on top of me. It was like the rumble of an approaching pressure wave after the initial bright flash of a distant explosion.
"Don't... stop" she managed to whisper into my ear, as her arms bear hugged my head involuntarily.
I felt her pussy squeeze and release my shaft rapidly as Vicky celebrated her climax with a prolonged, groan of satisfaction.
The feeling of having her bear down on my primed canon was enough to tip me over the edge and I blasted multiple rounds of cum deep inside her, pressing my finger as far into her ass as I could. Even as my orgasm subsided, Vicky's continued seemingly without end. Each time my finger withdrew and reentered her, her entire body clenched up then exploded in another series of convulsions and accompanying moans of ecstasy. I felt every wave pulsating through my own shaft as her body became a slave to a form of pleasure Vicky had never experienced before. I don't know how many times Vicky came, or if for her it was just one continuous seizure, but eventually she was exhausted and hysterically begged that I stop triggering her.
After initially ignoring her pleas for relief, I relented. Vicky lay on top of me, her arms and head dangling limp over my shoulders and her chest resting against my face. For a few moments she remained lifeless, unconcerned about her exposure to whoever might look out a window or walk into the garden, but eventually she summoned sufficient strength to dismount me and move to the other side of the pool. She sat silently and tried to reassemble herself, rearranging her swimsuit and covering her breasts, running her hands through her wet hair and wiping her teary eyes.
"That was... unexpected" she said, when she eventually found the energy to talk.
"Yes it was." I replied, smiling at the thought of the achievement I had unlocked within her.
I wasn't sure if she meant the anal play or the high risk sex in the middle of the garden but either one seemed valid.
"I should..." Vicky said, running out of words and just gesturing towards the door
"Yeah" I nodded, somewhat belatedly checking the status of the curtains in my room.
I enjoyed a final look at Vicky's sexy little butt as she climbed out of the tub, her bathing suit riding up between her pale white cheeks. She dried her head as best she could with her towel before wrapping it around herself then, without saying anything else, she walked towards the patio door. Just as she reached it, Vicky looked over he shoulder towards me before going inside, as if she was about to say something, but thought better of it.
I turned the jets off and got out, drip drying for a minute and allowing my semi to subside further before quietly opening the door to my room and slipping inside. The lights were off and the AC was running and making a decent amount of noise, so I figured there was little chance Vicky's impressively subdued moans had been heard. I dried off, got ready for bed, and climbed in next to my sleeping wife, feeling much less guilty than I thought I should.
As I drifted off to sleep, I couldn't stop smiling at what I had discovered about Vicky's repressed proclivities over the last few days. She was quite the little surprise!