Chapter 11

“Seducer” was obviously Samantha’s second name, for when Toby awoke the following morning he found himself assailed by the most delicious sensations. No sooner had he wiped the sleep from his eyes and mumbled a sleepy good morning, when she jumped on top of him and slipping him inside her rode him to an earth-shattering release.

‘All this sex is great for the old appetite,’ she declared as she hopped off the bed and threw on a top and a pair of shorts, ‘I’ll race you to the kitchen.’ When she opened the door Toby was immediately aware of the most appetising aroma and when he followed her through the hall and across the dining room he found Ana busily engaged in preparing a full English breakfast.

‘A roll and a cup of coffee is a complete waste of time,’ snorted Samantha after appropriate introductions had been made, ‘Ana knows that I couldn’t possibly do without my bacon and eggs first thing in the morning.’

‘Sammee tiene un apetito muy bueno,’ explained Ana to Toby, rubbing her stomach and rolling her eyes expressively.

‘She means that I’m a greedy pig,’ laughed the girl, translating freely.

The morning was spent on the beach below the villa, though Toby complained bitterly that keeping their costumes on would do nothing for their all-over suntans. Samantha was highly amused and promised faithfully that the next time that they went to the seaside she would take him to a quiet cove she knew where she felt that they could probably go naked without fear of getting into any trouble.

‘The wonderful thing about the Guardia Civil is their laziness,’ she explained, ‘If they can’t actually drive to somewhere in their Land Rover then they generally won’t get out and walk. Not in this heat anyway.’

When they got back to the villa at midday Ana had gone, leaving lunch in the fridge for them. Before doing anything else they stripped off and went for a swim in the pool and Samantha then suggested that it would be nice to eat their meal outside. Toby thought the idea an excellent one, so they laid up the table under the veranda and carried everything out to it. Cold chicken and salad was accompanied by an excellent bottle of cold Spanish Cava and by the time that they had finished eating Toby felt not only replete but also slightly tipsy.

‘This is quite definitely the life,’ he sighed contentedly as he flopped down onto a lounger, ‘I think I’ll stay here forever.’

‘With me?’ asked Samantha hopefully.

‘Of course with you. You’re the best part of the whole thing.’

Refusing to allow him to lift a finger, Samantha collected up the dishes and took them into the kitchen to wash up. Toby lay out on a lounger and began to apply some sun oil to himself, determined to do some further serious work on his tan. When he got to a certain part of his anatomy, the application of oil provoked a quick reaction.

‘You’d think you were getting quite enough attention,’ he chuckled, looking down at himself with amusement.

Despite the truth of his statement his excitement showed no signs of abating, so lying back he closed his eyes and began to caress himself, surrendering to the superb sensations that assailed his body. He had been thus engaged for several minutes, merely savouring the pleasure rather than aiming specifically for an orgasm, when he suddenly got the feeling that he was no longer alone. Opening one eye slowly he saw Samantha gazing down at him with an intrigued expression on her face.

‘I got a bit carried away with the sun oil,’ he explained.

‘Does it feel good?’

‘Oh yes, very good indeed.’

‘As good as making love?’

‘Similar, but I miss the company.’

‘Do you think that if you went on doing it for long enough it would make you come?’

‘I know it would,’ laughed Toby.

‘Really?’ Samantha was obviously fascinated.

Toby sat up and looked at her with his head on one side.

‘You know you’re a real mystery to me, Samantha West,’ he said thoughtfully.

‘I am?’

‘Mmm. Yesterday evening when we were making love you gave me the distinct impression that you knew the Kama Sutra from back to front, but now I gather that you don’t know about masturbating. It seems such a contradiction.’

‘Korma-who and masterwhich?’ enquired Samantha innocently.

‘The Kama Sutra is an ancient book about sex,’ explained Toby patiently, ‘Amongst other things it tells you all about the various different positions for making love.’

Samantha giggled.

‘That sounds very interesting. Do you think that I could get a copy from W.H. Smiths?’

‘I think you’d probably have to order it,’ chuckled Toby, ‘So you haven’t actually read it then?’

‘No, but I have the feeling that my last boyfriend may have done.’

‘Oh, I see,’ Toby laughed as all became clear to him.

‘Isn’t that the way you’re supposed to do it then?’ asked Samantha sadly, ‘I thought it was a bit energetic but he seemed to like it.’

‘Oh yes, it was lovely,’ said Toby reassuringly, ‘Just so long as you don’t want to do it that way every time. I don’t think I could cope.’

‘To tell the truth, neither could I,’ chuckled Samantha confidingly, ‘I was really quite relieved when I broke up with him.’

‘Oh Sammy, you do make me laugh.’

‘That’s good, right? Now what about the masterwhatsit?’

‘That’s the proper name for what I was doing when you came out just now. Masturbating, not masterwhatsit by the way. Just recently I read an article about it in a magazine and the writer described it as “making love to yourself”. I thought it was quite a good description.’

‘So it’s something that many people do?’

‘It’s something that a lot of people do. Almost all boys and quite a lot of girls. I do it all the time.’

‘Darling, this is fascinating. How often is all the time?’

‘At least once a day. Sometimes more if I’m feeling extra-horny.’

‘And you do it until you come?’

‘Always.’

‘Did you say that girls do it too?’

‘That’s right. I guess you’ve never tried it though. Haven’t you ever touched yourself between the legs?’

‘When I wash or when I’m on the loo, particularly when I’m using a Tampax I suppose. Not really otherwise though.’

‘You should do,’ said Toby seriously, ‘You’d like it.’

‘Toby darling, will you do it some more?’ asked Samantha, ‘Will you do it until you come? I want to watch.’

‘Yes all right,’ he agreed willingly and settled back on his lounger.

Taking his erection in his hand he proceeded to caress it lasciviously while the girl observed him intently.

‘Goodness me,’ she murmured faintly, ‘This is fascinating.’

‘It isn’t going to take very long,’ gasped Toby apologetically, ‘I’m afraid that I find having an audience rather exciting.’

‘Being an audience is exciting too,’ responded Samantha, licking her lips sexily.

Toby gave a small helpless cry as his orgasm overwhelmed him. He ejaculated strongly, his semen scattering over his chest as well as his belly.

‘Oh,’ cried Samantha, ‘That was sooo sexy.’

‘That was a good one Sammy. Thanks for being part of it,’ sighed Toby contentedly.

‘It was amazing,’ breathed the girl, ‘You know one of my old boyfriends always called it ‘shooting’ when he came and I often wondered why. Now I know. It really does shoot out, doesn’t it.’

‘Messy bloody stuff,’ chuckled Toby, ‘Get me a couple of tissues, there’s a good girl.’

Samantha did as she was asked and insisted on cleaning up the mess.

‘It’s the least I can do darling, considering that you did it especially for me.’

‘And talking of doing it especially for me, it’s your turn now,’ said Toby mischievously.

Samantha looked flustered.

‘Oh but I ... oh no. I’d die of embarrassment. Anyway I haven’t a clue what I’m supposed to do.’

‘Sammy, have you ever had a climax?’

‘No, not yet, but I live in hope.’

‘Hope hasn’t got anything to do with it. It’s technique that counts, nothing more and nothing less. Now listen I’m hardly an expert on girls, but if you like I’ll see what I can do for you and we’ll take it from there.’

Samantha looked at him dubiously.

‘Gosh, I wish Natasha or Emma were here,’ sighed Toby, ‘They’d teach you in nought seconds flat.’

‘Natasha and Emma do it?’

‘They’ve both done it for a long time. It was Natasha who showed Emma how as a matter of fact.’

‘Gracious me. Well if they do it I suppose there’s no reason why I shouldn’t.’

‘None at all.’

‘Right then,’ Samantha looked at Toby expectantly, ‘What’s going to happen?’

‘Lets go into the bedroom,’ he replied, ‘It’ll be a lot more comfortable.’

They went through together and lay down on the bed.

‘We’ll take it gently,’ he said, ‘Just relax and concentrate on what you can feel. After a while, if you’d like to, you can tell me to do it faster ... or slower ... or harder ... or softer. Whatever you think will make it feel even better.’

Samantha nodded gravely. Slipping his hand between her thighs he found her very wet and sticky and set to work with enthusiasm. He tried a variety of different rhythms and motions and after a couple of minutes became aware that the girl was grinding her pelvis gently against his dancing fingers.

‘Just a teensy bit faster,’ she whispered, her eyes closed and a seraphic expression on her face.

Toby speeded up the motion of his hand, his second finger flying back and forth regularly over her swollen clitoris. She began to pant quietly and continued to grind steadily against his hand.

‘Darling, this is heavenly,’ she whispered, ‘Oh yesss.’

Toby continued with his delightful task and Samantha started to tremble. Her head began to thrash from side to side and little inarticulate whimpers broke from her lips. Then, quite without warning, she let out an ear-piercing scream and her pelvis rose high off the bed as she came. Gradually Toby slowed down and then finally stopped. Samantha fell back against the mattress puffing and panting.

‘Oh, I’ve never ... I’ve never felt anything so good,’ she exclaimed, ‘To think that that’s what I’ve been waiting for. WOW.’