This and the previous story (Tsarmina's Holiday Part 1), both complete fantasy, are posted as a tribute to

https://umd.net/tsarmina

WOTD again as I post, six times (I think it is) since June, WAM Party Animal and lots more.

Tsarmina has seen the stories and given her full permission for the post, and for her pictures to be added.
Great pictures they are too; her eyes, her smile, "The Face of an Angel."


Tsarmina's Holiday (Part 2)

They stepped apart, after the kiss. MrWetShirt's pulse was racing.

"Come on, let's go back!" Mina suggested.

"I'm going to get a quick shower!" MrWetShirt announced, "Just to wash the chlorine off and rinse out my trunks!"

They climbed out of the pool and wrapped towels around themselves, before hurrying along to the corridor where both their rooms were, a few doors apart. She stopped, when they reached Mina's room first. They had been in each other's rooms in passing, a couple of times, but usually they parted company at this point.

MrWetShirt slowed and turned around a couple of steps beyond her door.

"Coming in?" Mina asked, as she turned the handle. Her lovely eyes were smiling and dancing.

Mr WetShirt retraced his last two steps and followed her into the room.
"I love you so much, Mina!" he said simply, "I know we're only companions, and this can't be for real, but......"

"It's OK!" she replied quietly, turning into her bathroom. The shower was placed over a deep bath. MrWetShirt stood in the doorway. Mina pulled the curtain part way along the bath and bent down to reach the footmat. As she did so, her damp swimdress dress fell away from her front slightly. Her cleavage deepened, giving a glimpse of two wonderful breasts, tucked inside. Well, just a bit of them!

Mina turned the shower tap on, and flapped her fingers under the spray. A few moments later, she stepped into the bath and cautiously moved under the shower.

"I thought you weren't getting your hair wet!" Mr WetShirt chuckled.

"Yeah, but I'm just going to give it a quick wash!"

Mina's hair began to fill with water. It seemed to soak up the shower spray like a sponge, until a myriad of trickles became streams, pouring down her face and onto her shoulders. The top of the swimdress immediately soaked through, nestling snugly against Mina's breasts as the wetness spread down. This time, MrWetShirt did not divert his eyes. He took it all in; this was music, this was dance, this was art. Mina held out a hand towards him and MrWetShirt climbed into the bath. The skirt part was soaked again now, flapping against Mina's legs when she moved.

Mina bent down again, this time to reach the shampoo dispenser. Again, her bra slipped away slightly. This time, the glimpse she offered was of two wet and shiny breasts, hanging like two pieces of delicious ripe fruit. Well, you couldn't see much of them really, but MrWetShirt has a very vivid imagination.

Two palmfulls of shampoo went onto Mina's hair, and she reached down to squeeze the dispenser again. They both started to gently massage the shampoo in. Soon, Mina's hair had disappeared under a blanket of thick, luxurious foam.

"Oh, that smells nice!" she smiled.

The foam crept downwards, catching against the swimdress, like the lava from a slowly erupting volcano. It gathered at Mina's cleavage, piling up as if uncertain where to go, before some of it plucked up the courage to venture inside. The less adventurous foam poured down the front.

MrWetShirt put his hands on Mina's sides and brushed the suds up and down.
"This will wash the chlorine out!" he grinned, as he felt warm splashes going all over him. His trunks were quite wet again now, and covered with flecks of foam. MrWetShirt enjoyed the feeling of wetness.

Mina rubbed her hands over her front and chest. She squeezed her breasts together and they both had a fit of giggles when a column of foam spurted out. MrWetShirt stroked some lather over her bum; Mina responded by giving him a peck on the cheek. She swept her hands over her head, filling them with lather that was becoming wetter and runnier. She leaned forward and spread the lather over MrWetShirt's trunks. She ran her hands down both sides but just avoided fondling his little winkle.

MrWetShirt had taken a little blue tablet earlier on. He never quite knew whether his little winkle would respond or not, if the occasion required. But now he could feel stirrings inside.

Now, there is one occasion when you really don't want to start having an erection. And that is when you have little tight swimming trunks on. Certainly not if you are in the pool, or anywhere near it. Not anywhere, really. It can be rather uncomfortable, as the drawstring is quite unyielding and little winkle is no match for it. If the foreskin has folded back, this can be a painful encounter. There really is nowhere for him to go.

Mina seemed to understand this dilemma. She reached down again and untied the drawstring. MrWetshirt's trunks sagged forward.

"U'mm, nice bulge!" she observed.

MrWetShirt traced his fingers behind her neck, lifting aside strands of wet hair. He untied the bow, leaving the two loose ends of strap hanging from Mina's shoulders. The swimdress fell, following the streams of water which washed it away. The front dangled over the skirt. Mina reached down and turned off the tap. Her breasts were even lovelier than they had been imagined.

"I'll need to go for a condom!" MrWetShirt whispered, almost inaudibly.

"No need to go, in the drawer, beside the light."

They took two enormous bathtowels and spread them out on the bed. Swimdress and trunks were left on the floor. Then Mina was lying there, in all the naked beauty that God had blessed her with.

MrWetShirt was inside her. The condom slithered in her wetness, searching for her clitoris. There it was, push, get right against it, and sense her excitement. Then it was gone. Push, push. Mina squealed. They were both panting hard. Mina squealed again. "Oh I love you so much. I love you. I don't want this to ever end."

A big exhalation, the tightest embrace, her nails dug into his back. He felt his perspiration stinging. He wanted her scratches to never heal.

And they still had four days as holiday companions.


The End