Leaving on a Jetplane
Copyright© 2024 by The Horse With No Name
Chapter 41: A Date of Lovers
Fiction Sex Story: Chapter 41: A Date of Lovers - Ian, the son of British immigrants, finds his life changed after a family tragedy and decides to make the best of his ambitions and dreams. And nothing gets you to new adventures as fast as your own airplane...
Caution: This Fiction Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa mt/Fa Fa/Fa Consensual Romantic BiSexual Heterosexual Fiction Workplace Sharing Polygamy/Polyamory Anal Sex Double Penetration Exhibitionism Massage Oral Sex Nudism
“Now I just need to find a way of getting Lyuba’s measurements without her suspecting anything,” I told Oksana as we sat side-by-side, eating at the bar.
“What for?” she asked.
“Well, I doubt she owns the sort of dress I have in mind for the date,” I explained. “But at the same time I don’t want her to know yet that there will be one.”
“Leave that to me,” she said. “She and I have almost exactly the same measurements. The only real difference is that she is five centimetres shorter. We can work with mine. What kind of dress you have in mind?”
“Long, down to the ankles, not too opaque, with a deep neck-line. In essence fairly revealing.”
“Being a naughty boy, aren’t we,” she said and giggled.
“The whole point is to make her feel good about herself. When I will finally tell her, she will also need to be driven to a hairdresser, a beautician, a nail studio. I want her to look like she’s going to her own wedding. She must finally realise that she is a spectacularly beautiful woman, all health problems aside.”
“She told you about her illness?”
I nodded.
“And yet you want her to wear a see-through dress?” Oksana asked.
“Not exactly see-through,” I said. “Just sheer enough for observant people to realise she’s not wearing a bra underneath.”
“That’s going to be one expensive date before it even begins,” Oksana warned me. “I have an idea where to get such a dress, but that alone will be around three-hundred thousand Forint, if they will accept those at all. We’re talking about two-thousand Dollars, and then you will also need to buy matching shoes and a handbag. She hasn’t exactly invested in fashion items since coming here.”
“My credit card is under lock and key in Esther’s office. I’ll let her know you can have it, whenever needed,” I told her. “I’m relying on your help here. My sense of fashion doesn’t extend much past Jeans and T-Shirts.”
Oksana chuckled. “Like all guys then. Do you have any preference for a restaurant?”
“The question should rather be if Lyuba has a preference you know of. And preferably one were dancing is permitted.”
“Ooh, going the full mile,” she replied with a grin. “I think there is a Croatian restaurant in Szekesfehervar that has live music. It’s a bit steep, but if money isn’t the issue...”
“Sounds good to me,” I said.
Oksana gave me a quick kiss and walked away, swaying her hips and wiggling her naked tush like she had done before.
“Ira, Esther, Lyuba, Oksana, Svetlana and myself,” I muttered as I counted the deckchairs I had carried to the bar. They were standing in the middle of the forecourt, but with no guests around to inconvenience, that was of no consequence. Since Lyuba’s bar didn’t have any small tables low enough for someone reclining on a deckchair, I had nicked four of them from the beach too, to put them in between.
The little kitchen area in the back of the bar was easy to work in for someone as small as Lyuba, but for me it felt a little cramped. Thankfully my task was not exactly complex. Putting a few bags with popcorn into the microwave and heating them up was something that even a Luddite like me could master.
The job took but a few minutes and I was just distributing bowls of the final, when I saw Esther and Lyuba approaching.
“Bozhe moi, Ian,” she said with a gasp. “You are here as a guest, not to do work.”
“I can’t lie around all day doing nothing, dear,” I answered and gave her a hug. She must have been outside, because she was wearing Jeans and a T-Shirt, but those clothes came off now.
“What are we going to watch?” Esther asked, having chosen one of the deckchairs for herself.
“The three-thousand meters individual pursuit,” I explained as Lyuba put Eurosport on the large screen. “Two athletes start on opposite sides of the track and try to catch each other. If one succeeds, the race is won, else the faster time after twelve laps will decide.”
“And one of Mark’s girls is in it?” she asked further.
“Yep, Femke. She won silver last time round.”
Meanwhile Oksana and Svetlana had arrived as well and we were ready to go. A few minutes in, Femke prepared for her first run.
“Would you look at the legs of that girl,” Svetlana pointed at the screen with a gasp. “Who is her physio - the Incredible Hulk?”
As a certified physiotherapist herself, she could of course see that working on Femke’s massive leg muscles would not be the easiest task.
“It’s Mark, actually,” I replied. “An he’s coming here in a week. His arms look like my legs.”
Femke made short work of her opponent, some comparatively scrawny girl from Moldova and won the race easily.
“I hope she doesn’t train out on the street,” Lyuba said and giggled. “She must be coming home with a speeding ticket every time.”
As expected, Femke had made it to the semi-finals next week and Nadja had breezed through her preliminaries for the 10K finale too.
However, those things had already taken a backseat in my mind, because right now I was barely coherent. After we had finished watching the Olympic Games broadcast, Svetlana had abducted me to the massage parlour and I was now at the receiving of a rather exquisite Nuru massage. Esther had told me that Svetlana had been a masseuse and physiotherapist before ending up in the sex business, but it looked like she had a lot more talents than just unwinding a visitor’s muscles.
When I had laid down on the bench I had not even known what a Nuru massage was. Well, I certainly knew now. In essence, we were both covered in sweet-scented massage oil and Svetlana didn’t use her hands, but her entire body to stimulate me.
And bloody Nora, was I stimulated. Feeling her breasts being slid all over my shoulder, back, my arse, and later my frontside too was an experience like I had never had before. The sheer closeness and the intense contact with her silk-smooth skin was driving me almost crazy. I was about to beg for relief, but Svetlana seemed to have enough experience to know I needed some help.
Since she was was already lying on top of me, and we were both oiled up copiously, I slid into her with ease and she continued her sensual massage while gently sliding up and down my length. Normally I would now have feared to make a teenage fool of myself after such an intense and prolonged stimulation, but Esther had sucked me off while we had watched the telly, so I was confident to hold out for a bit.
What was best about this delightfully slow and luxurious sex, was the fact that I had to do literally nothing but lying on my back and let Svetlana do the rest. My word, she was so good at it. My brain was too foggy at the time, so I had little to no sense of such, but at the end we managed to cum almost simultaneously. Svetlana wasn’t loud, in fact her orgasm manifested itself in a satisfied sigh and a prolonged trembling of her entire body.
I looked at the wall-mounted clock and I realised we had been at it for forty-five minutes. Although this had not exactly been a frenzied activity, we were both breathing hard. Almost reluctantly, Svetlana finally climbed off me. She helped me off the bench and we both trundled towards the outside showers on wobbly knees.
“My word, beautiful, your place must have a waiting list when the resort is open for business,” I mentioned while helping her wash some stains of oil out of her long hair. Thankfully the stuff washed off easily.
“I can’t complain about a lack of business,” she replied with a chuckle. “But that was not my normal service. A customer might get a handjob or a titjob at the end of it, but that’s all. This was only for you.”
“I hear that a bit too often,” I said with a sigh, while Svetlana scrubbed my back. “I think you are all putting a halo on me that I don’t deserve. Before you give me the same speech I got from Lyuba, I know it’s not only down to my involvement with Esther’s scheme, but I’m starting to feel a bit embarrassed with all this adulation.”
“We don’t usually get guests in here who are not only really handsome but also treat us like princesses. We get none of those where we have the expressed permission of their partner to have sex with them.”
“Let me guess, for today, staying with the sporting scheme, you’ve decided to do the five-by-Ian relay? Ira and Lyuba blew me in the morning, Esther in the afternoon, and you just gave me the best massage I’ve ever had. I suppose Oksana will show up at some point.”