Our First Vacation Pt. 01

**This is true story -- one that I think back on often. Names have been changed, but all the relevant details are true. This is my first-time writing, so I would love comments and feedback. Thank you!**

I was 24 when I finished graduate school. I had a steady boyfriend for the past year and a few months prior, we took the big step to get our own apartment. It was moderately sized and along with that, came a moderately sized rent. Thankfully, soon after graduating, I was able to secure my first full-time job. I was, like many people, excited and nervous. Excited to start earning money and start the slow march toward retirement and nervous to be working at a real job with people I have never met before. On my first day on the job, I found out that I would be sharing an office with a woman named Penny. Penny was in her late 40s and had been with the organization for 20 years at this point. She was the expert in our department on a number of items and, in hindsight, probably was not thrilled to be sharing an office with this fresh-faced girl with no work experience.

I'm not going to lie -- the first few weeks were a little bumpy. Between getting to know the job, understanding the organizational procedures, trying to get a grasp on the culture, and sharing an office with Penny, I was struggling. I came home most nights and told Jim (my boyfriend) that I was sure Penny hated me and I didn't think it was going to work. Between glasses of wine, he kept encouraging me. I kept going back. A funny thing happened. Penny and I started to get along. We bonded over mutual hatred of another staff person in our department, our love for dogs, and a penchant for long lunches. Since Penny had been there forever, when she and I went to lunch, no one seemed to mind when we came back almost 2 hours later. Soon she was showing me the ropes at work, sharing all the insider gossip, and even texting with me after hours. I told Jim I had made a friend! I was excited and so was he.

We didn't have a lot of money in those days, fresh out of graduate school, new jobs, etc. But we managed to scrape together enough money for a week-long trip to South Carolina. We were excited and looking forward to a week of laying on the beach, swimming, and even going out to eat. We were also excited to be able to spend a week, feeling like real adults, and enjoying some sexual time with each other. It was going to be fun. At work, I had started talking about the vacation more and more with Penny, blabbering on like a fool. After weeks of this, Penny finally told me she was envious -- she never had taken any real vacation. She had a long-time boyfriend (John) who was almost 50, but they never really went anywhere. Despite her love to travel, John was a homebody, so they spent many long weekends and summers at home or maybe sometimes at her parent's camp in the woods. As we got closer, with just a few weeks left, Penny asked me a question that I never thought would alter my life.

"Hey, would it be weird if I tagged along on your vacation? I can pay my half. I would just love to sit on the beach for a week and I know John wouldn't be interested." She was nervous asking me, clearly worried what I might say. I shrugged and said I didn't think there would be an issue, since we had rented a 2-bedroom unit.

"I'll ask Jim, but I don't think he'll care. And what would be great! It would give me someone to talk to and lay out with all day. Jim can only lay on the beach so long." I smiled ear-to-ear. That night, I went home and told Jim and he was game. His only concern was the possibility of Penny hearing us fool around in our bedroom. I told him not to worry, it wouldn't be any different than someone in a hotel hearing us.

I told Penny the next day and she was excited. We spent the next few weeks discussing the trip, looking at bikinis, shopping during lunch, and basically acting like two excited kids, despite our big age difference. A few days before the trip, Penny texted me.

"Hey girl! Guess what? I told John about the trip and he actually said he'd love to go. Do you care if he comes too? I wasn't sure, but I figure there is space. We'll pay for half! Let me know!" I turned to Jim, showing him the text.

"Well, what do you think?" he asked me. I shrugged and said I didn't really care -- if they paid half, who cares if it was one person or two. Jim nodded in agreement. I quickly replied to Penny.

"Sounds great Penny! Glad he came to his senses. I'll see you in a few days!"

A few days later, after a lot of packing, a decent amount of arguing, and a lot of driving, we finally ended up in South Carolina. We got in around 8pm and were happy to find the condo we rented was quite nice. Both bedrooms had their own en-suite bathroom and there was a large living room, kitchen, and a balcony that looked directly at the beach and ocean from the 3rd floor. It was wonderful! Jim and I also got to meet John for the first time. John was what I would describe as burly -- more of a blue-collar type guy. He stood about 6'1", maybe 230 pounds, sandy blonde hair, blue eyes, and fairly broad chested. He was very nice -- almost quiet and laid back. Especially compared to Penny and me, as we babbled incessantly. He towered over Penny, who was only 5'3", around 140 pounds, blonde hair, blue eyes, and large D cup breasts -- the product of three kids from an earlier marriage.

By contrast, Jim and I were fairly average in terms of our physical appearance. Jim was lean, standing 6 feet tall and around 175 pounds, with thick, short brown hair and hazel eyes. I was taller than Penny, but not much -- 5'5", around the same weight, with long brown hair, blue eyes, and much small B cup breasts.

Once we dragged all our suitcases inside, we were all exhausted. We each headed to our separate bedrooms and agreed to meet up in the morning for breakfast before heading down the beach. Jim had put our suitcase on the bed and we both hurried emptied the contents in the two dressers, feeling more and more tired as we went. Soon we were in the bathroom, getting ready for bed, stripping out of the clothes we'd been wearing for 10+ hours. Jim put on a pair of shorts and a t-shirt. I stripped down completely and grabbed an oversized t-shirt to wear.

Ten minutes later, we were in bed, TV on, absent mindedly checking our phones when we heard a noise. It was soft at first and sounded distant -- the TV we assumed. Then we heard something again. Something that sounded like a moan. I told Jim to mute the TV. He did so and we laid there, listening. This time we heard it for sure -- a longer, louder moan. We both looked at each other, red in the face, and giggling. The moaning was coming from across the hall. As we listened, the frequency and intensity of the moaning increased. We would hear the headboard hitting the wall in a rhythmic fashion. An array of different moans, grunt, and gasps were emanating from Penny and John's room. Despite the long day, they clearly still had energy for this. We both listened, almost in a trance, as we could hear Penny's moans, rising and falling with different orgasms, as the bed squeaking increased to a furious level. Soon John's voice joined the chorus with a series of loud, guttural moans, as he no doubt was erupting along with Penny.

Silence followed. In the soft-glow of the TV light, Jim and I looked at each other, smiling, and giggling like kids. We WERE kids, compared to them. But we both whispered back and forth to each other, excited and shocked by what we just heard. Was this how the week was going to go? Would we hear them again? If we did the same, would we be heard? The questions raced through our minds. Soon, the long day caught us, however, and we drifted back off to sleep.

The morning arrived without incident. As we all sat around the kitchen table, no one mentioned the sex romp we heard last night, even though Jim and I were still thinking about it. We talked about plans for the day, where we might eat, and other trivial nonsense. Soon enough, we were packing a bag for the beach. I slipped into a dark navy triangle top bikini that tied behind my neck and back. The matching bottoms tied at the sides and were "cheeky" but nothing risqué. Jim wore a pair of light red swim trunks. Penny wore a similar bikini, her large breasts barely contained in the black fabric, while John wore dark green trunks. A few minutes later, we were on the beach, laying on our towels, enjoy the warm sun, sound of the ocean, and no work emails.

The day passed without incident. We lounged in the sun, swam in the warm ocean, popped back upstairs for a quick lunch, and did more lounging, reading, and napping on the beach. It was perfect! Around 4pm, we all decided we had enough and packed up our things. Once back in the cold air of the condo, I collapsed on the couch. We agreed to leave for dinner in about 2 hours -- that would give everyone enough time to shower, clean up, get dressed, and so on. Penny and John headed off toward their room while I was on the couch and Jim was sitting at the kitchen table.

As I scrolled through my phone, I heard it again -- soft moaning. I looked up from my phone toward Jim. He was engrossed in his book. I shook it off until, again, I heard a moan. This time Jim heard it too. We both looked at each other, eyes wide, our hearts beating. Soon the thumping of the headboard started again and the moaning was more consistent, and louder. I bit my lip -- holy shit, Penny really gets laid a lot!

As I was sitting there, picturing what was going on in that room, I saw Jim stand up and head over to me. He kneeled down in front of the couch and slowly pulled my legs apart. My eyes were wide!

"What are you doing babe??" I asked, as I looked down at him. He just smiled and put his finger up to his lips. "Shhh -- quiet babe!" He slowly pulled my bikini bottom to the side, revealing my freshly shaved pussy. I've always enjoyed the compact nature of my pussy, only my clit really sticks out, and now it was already popping. He leaned in close and soon his tongue was magically working its way around my soft folds. Despite the days' worth of sweat, Jim was eagerly licking me, probing his tongue in and out, swirling it around my clit, and more. I was in heaven. My head tilted back as I ran my hands through his hair, pushing his face into my pussy, feeling pulses of pleasure flow through my body. God -- I was loving this. I completely forgot the fact that I was sitting in the open, on the couch, with Jim's face buried in my pussy. He's always been great at eating me out and today was no exception.

I could feel myself building toward an orgasm. I clutched his hair tighter, feeling his tongue work its magic, lapping up every ounce of my juices and sucking on my clit like a miniature cock. I opened my eyes for a brief moment and froze. Standing there, wearing a towel, in the kitchen John. I started tapping Jim on the head, but he waved my hands off. I tapped him again -- harder this time and he looked up.

"What?? Why are you hitting me?" he said, with a wet mouthful of my pussy dripping down his chin. He saw my wide eyes and looked in the direction of my gaze, seeing John standing there, just smiling. He quickly shot to his feet.

"Oh, shit, um, wow, uh, sorry!" Jim stood there, red-faced, feeling a bit sheepish as he pitched a tent in his swim trunks. I was more mortified and quickly covered my pussy back up. Standing up, also red in the face, I quickly pushed past Jim and half walked, half ran down to our room. Jim chuckled and shrugged, as he apologized to John again, and walked past him to our room, shutting the door. By this point, I was in the bathroom, stripped down, and was warming up the shower. It was a lovely, large, walk-in shower with a rainfall shower head and a detachable wand. After a while, the water was perfect and I walked in. Soon Jim came in the bathroom, dropping his swim trunks to the floor to join me. He smiled as he joined me in the water.

"Holy shit babe -- what was that?" I said as I started to get my hair wet. Jim was beat red and just shrugged.

"I don't know hun! I didn't hear him and I thought you were hitting me because I was doing it wrong. I'm sorry!" He sheepishly smiled and leaned in to kiss me. Feeling his kiss and his warm body pressed against me, I started to relax. Soon, we were making out like teenagers. I reached down with my hand, past his trimmed pubic hair, feeling his cock start to grow in my hand. I love the feel of his smooth shaft and shaved balls. Jim's cock was always nice, but nothing you'd see on PornHub. Just shy of 6 inches and circumcised, he was able to always use it well to hit all the right spots in my pussy. As we continued to swirl our tongues together, I caressed and stroking his cock, loving the feel of his hardness in my hand.

Lost in each other's embrace, we never heard the door -- the door to the bedroom or the door to the bathroom. As Jim was kissing me, nibbling his way down my neck, my eyes opened and once again, my heart nearly beat right out of my chest. Standing there in the bathroom was John -- still wearing just a towel. He had a broad, tan chest, with thick shoulders. I dug my nails into Jim's shoulder and gasped. Jim looked up from nibbling, first to me, and then to his left, seeing John standing there. We both stood there, in the falling water, our nude bodies pressed together, unsure of what to do or say. Jim was the first to crack.

"Um, hey, sorry about, um earlier, we didn't think you guys would be coming back out for a while." Jim smiles, hoping to break the ice. John smiles and nods.

"Oh, no worries, I'm sorry I startled you two. I was just coming to get some water when I saw you. And then you ran off. I thought, maybe, I might be able to see the rest of the show." He smiled again. Something about his confidence and his boldness -- it was both off-putting and intoxicating. We both look at each other, a bit unsure of what to do or say. "Please," John said, "don't let me stop you."

Despite the butterflies in my stomach and the shock of someone I've just met standing there, seeing me, I could feel Jim's arm tighten around me. He slowly moved in closer to me and began kissing me again. As first, I wasn't having it -- but slowly his tongue and his warm body pressed into me convinced me otherwise. I found my hands wandering down in between us, grasping his still erect cock as he slowly kissed his way down my neck. Soon, he was sucking and nibbling on my nipple as I moaned softly and tugged on his cock. I had to admit -- I had forgotten about John and was locked into the ecstasy provided by Jim's tongue.

As our wet bodies grind into each other, I find myself opening my eyes again. This time I see John slowly grab the top of his towel, letting it fall to the ground, so he's fully nude. I gasp. While not at lean as Jim, with a bit of a stomach, as the towel falls, I see John's cock for the first time. He must be 5 inches soft, at least, with a large, heavy set of balls hanging behind that. His thick cock head sways gently, side to side, as he slowly walks toward us. A thick vein runs up the top of this cock, which in addition to being large while soft, also appears to be quite thick. My fingers dig into Jim's back, instinctively, and he stops sucking on my nipple to look up, seeing John getting closer. I can see that Jim is just as shocked as I am. John moves closer until he's just outside the water now.

"Mind if I join you? It's a bit cold out here." He smiles and before we can say anything he moves into the shower with us. He's standing behind me, getting sprayed with the rainfall shower head from ahead, water cascading down over all of us now. Without warning, he slowly brings his hands up my sides, caressing my stomach, down to my hips, and around to my butt -- giving it a firm squeeze. I look into Jim's eyes, which are as wide as mine, and I see a mixture of fear, anger, and excitement. I feel John squeeze my butt again and press his body close to mine. I can feel his large, limp cock grazing against my young, firm rear-end.

I feel Jim move in close again, kissing down my chest, resuming his expert suckling on my nipples. I feel John's hands from behind me, roaming across my wet body, caressing my stomach, slowly moving down toward my pussy, grazing the top of my already excited clit, grazing against my hand as I slowly stroke Jim. He puts his hand around my free hand and slowly pulls it back, behind me, letting it fall over his cock. I feel him sigh deeply behind me and moan softly as my small hand grasps his thick manhood. I feel myself start to slowly stroke his cock as he caresses my body and kisses my neck. It doesn't take long before he is fully erect in my hand. His thick cock feels like a piece of steel in my hand. I can barely grip his cock, he's so thick, and he slowly presses it into the small of my back above my ass. I feel both of his arms wrap around me and his hands slowly moving down my stomach to my pussy. Soon I feel his thick fingers start to rub slowly around my clit and slide up and down my wet slit. I moan, feeling his fingers tickling my pussy like this. Jim opens his eyes and looks down, seeing his hands touching me and pleasuring me.

This goes on for a while, as I find myself lost in a million emotions, losing my breath in between moans. Eventually John stops and pushes me back a little. Jim moves back from me at the same time. I'm standing between of the two of them now. Jim, for the first time, can see John's large, erect cock. His jaw drops as, he too, is amazed by the length of girth displayed by John. John smiles proudly as he stands there nude, with his large cock erect and twitching, slightly angled up.

"You two are great looking kids" he says with a smile. We smile, sheepishly, and nod. "From what I saw earlier, Jim seemed really good with his mouth, but have you both ever tried something like this?" He smiles and looks down at his large cock, dripping wet from the shower. If you could see into my body, you could see my heart practically bursting out of my chest from fear, trepidation, and excitement. I slowly shook my head. He reached out with his hands, taking mine, and slowly pulled my closer. He caressed my body as I faced him as I felt my hands gravitate toward his large member. Soon, I felt my body lowering as I was on my knees on the tile floor, his large cock inches from my face. My lips trembled as I reached out and lightly began to lick his round, thick head.

Oh my God -- it was so big, and thick! It felt so different from Jim's cock. Soon I felt John's cockhead pushing into my wet mouth. I felt my mouth expand, as I tried to take as much as I could, swirling my tongue around feverishly, as I used both hands to stroke his length, feeling how heavy his cock was. I would also reach under, massaging his wet, heavy balls, hearing him moan with delight as I tried to work my mouth, hands, and tongue in concert with one another. This went on for minutes -- I found myself worshipping his cock, eagerly seeking his approval in the form of his grunts, moans, and sighs. My head bobbing up and down, choking on his length and girth, as I struggled to even fit half his cock in my mouth. I felt his thick hands running through my wet hair, easing my head down onto his cock and off.

I had almost forgotten about Jim. At one point, I pulled John's cock out of my mouth and was stroking him, looking up and smiling. I turned around to find Jim feverishly stroking his cock, watching us, his eyes wide with excitement, his cock engorged and dripping with pre-cum. I smiled at him, shocked he was so excited. I looked back at John, smiling at him too.

John smiles, looking at us both. "You two are so much fun -- but Jim seems lonely. Jim, I think she needs some help, and from her moaning earlier, you seem like you have a good mouth. What do you say?" John smiles with such intensity it catches us off guard. He moves closer, so he's standing in between us now, me on my knees, and Jim standing. He grabs his thick cock by the base and rubs it all over my wet mouth and then over and rubs it on Jim's cock. It dwarfs his cock as they rub their manhood together, before I see John put a hand on Jim's shoulder, slowly moving Jim to his knees. Jim leans in close, kissing me passionately, as John moves his thick member in between our mouths.