“Actually,” I continued, “there is something you can do before we go.”
Moira looked at me expectantly.
“Make sure you pack your sexiest, most revealing clothes,” I grinned. “The place is reputed to have very few inhibitions, and I intend showing you off as my beautiful girlfriend to everybody else on holiday there!”
Moira blushed.
“I can’t wait,” she said in an excited voice, “I wish we were on our way to the airport right now. Oh Rhys, you don’t know how much I’ve loved these past couple of years. You’re right about what you said last Saturday night.”
I looked at her and frowned.
“What did I say?” I asked.
“That we are two consenting adults,” she replied, “who are not breaking any laws. I am so proud to be with you, and I want the whole world to know that we are a couple. You can start by outing me to strangers in the Caribbean, but when we come back home, I’d like us to go out on dates in public. Do you think we can do that?”
“Oh, I think it just might be possible,” I grinned. A thought crossed my mind that my ultimate ambition was to take Moira to a very discrete club in the next town that I knew Olwen and Richard went to. But I kept that thought to myself… for the moment!
The last week of a school term is always a mixture of last minute panic to get things done combined with a feeling of ‘cabin fever’ which affects almost everybody waiting for the holidays to start. Both staff and pupils, free from formal lessons, adopt a more ‘laissez faire’ attitude, but Moira, Olwen and I were even worse this year. The week dragged by, and at some point Moira managed to get me alone to tell me that she wouldn’t be available for our usual Saturday night fuck fest.
“I’m going to be busy packing,” she told me, “and thinking of you and your beautiful cock, and what it will be doing to me in the Caribbean. I want to be so ready for you next Sunday, and I’m going to abstain from getting myself off from now until you do it for me on some sun kissed beach!”
I grinned.
“In that case, I’ll refrain from wanking and thinking about you as I cum,” I replied. “The taxi is booked for ten o’clock on Sunday morning. I’ll see you in the airport!”
Going a whole week without any form of sexual release was bloody hard going. My balls swelled and ached, and I wondered how the hell Richard managed. As a submissive cuckold, I knew his kinks were very different to mine, but as I tried to get to sleep that Saturday night, my cock was hard and leaking pre cum, and I longed for the morrow when I could once again slide my cock into Moira’s warm, wet cunt and relieve the pressure on my poor aching balls.
I saw her as soon as I entered the airport, which was a miracle in itself, given the number of people who were milling around. She was wearing an orange summer dress, which showed her slim figure off to perfection. I was about to go over and greet her when a couple with a teenage boy went up to her and started to talk to her. I recognised the youngster as a pupil in our school, and so I sauntered past them, ignoring the small group.
“Oh look, it’s Mr. Roberts,” I heard the woman say. “Everybody from school seems to be getting away on holiday today!”
I stopped and turned and smiled.
“Good morning, Miss Owens. Good morning, Matthew,” I said. “I turned to the young boy’ parents and introduced myself.
“Rhys Roberts,” I began, “I teach Matthew French.”
“We’re off to the south of France,” smiled the woman, whom I took to be Matthew’s mother. “He can practice his French there. Where are you off to, Mr Roberts?”
“I’m going to an island in the Caribbean,” I replied vaguely, and Matthew grinned.
“That’s where Miss Owens is going,” he said suggestively. “Are you going on holiday together?”
I hesitated, but Moira didn’t.
“The Caribbean is a very large area, Matthew,” she replied, “but I’m sure if Mr. Roberts and I bump into one another out there, we’ll have some time together, probably discussing lesson plans and teaching methods ready for next year.”
I looked at her in amazement, and everybody laughed.
“You don’t want to be doing that,” Matthew’s father said. “You both work very hard, I know. Enjoy your holiday. School will soon come round again. Now I’m sorry, but we must dash. We haven’t even checked in yet!”
They hurried away, and I turned to face Moira.
“Lesson plans and teaching methods?” I said incredulously.
“You’re still teaching me in the art of fucking,” she murmured softly, “and I want to know your plans for how, when, where and how often you’re going to fuck me.”
We managed to get through security without further mishaps, and after a short wait in the departure lounge, we found ourselves on board the plane that was to take us to our destination.
I’d already explained to Moira that I’d booked us on the flight separately, in case there was a familiar face or two on the plane. This meant that we were not sitting together, but I noticed that there was a spare seat next to her when I got up to go to the toilet. On my way back to my seat, I asked one of the cabin crew if I might change seats, and when she had accompanied me back to where Moira was sitting, and asked her if she had any objections to my sitting next to her, she allowed me to change places when Moira smiled and said that she didn’t mind at all.
“What a lovely coincidence ” said the middle aged lady who was sitting on the other side of Moira, next to the window. “Now wouldn’t it be fun if the pair of you were staying at the same hotel?”
“Oh, we’re not staying at a hotel,” Moira answered, blushing furiously. “We’ve booked into the Adult Paradise resort. I persuaded my boyfriend here that we need to show people that we are together, and this will be the first time that we will be seen as a couple in public.”
I was so proud of Moira at that moment. She was determined to out herself, and when our new companion admitted that she too was going to the same destination, we found ourselves chatting like old friends.
It turned out that Hilary had been going to Adult Paradise for about six years.
“I love it there,” she smiled. “I get enough cock in a fortnight to keep me happy for a while, and as soon as I get back home, I book next year’s trip. I love it there. Maybe we’ll bump into one another?” she continued hopefully, and I thought that I caught her looking not only at my cock, but also at Moira’s pert tits too.
I smiled politely, but I didn’t say anything. I was indeed planning to introduce Moira to threesomes, but my mother, Olwen, was going to be the third party, if I had any say in the matter!
When we landed and were waiting for our cases to arrive from the plane, Moira and I stood around in the blessed air conditioned arrivals lounge. We were both anxious to get to our destination and get our clothes off. Moira excused herself to go to the toilet, and I whispered in her ear,
“No touching yourself mind, and leave your knickers off when you’ve finished!”
She winked at me.
“What knickers?” she asked cheekily. “I’m not wearing any!”
I took the opportunity of her absence to text my mother.
‘We’ve landed,’ I typed. ‘Should be with you in a couple of hours. Keep a look out for us and give us some time to settle in before we just happen to bump into one another. Moira needs to be let into our secret gently.’
‘No probs,’ came back the immediate reply. ‘I can’t wait to have you. I’ll let you decide when the time is right for us to meet. Are you sure Moira is going to be ok with all this deception?’
I spotted Moira making her way back from the toilet, so I just sent Olwen an emoji of a thumbs up and quickly typed ‘Got to go’ and put my phone away.
“Everything alright?” I asked Moira, as she came up to me and put her arm around my waist.
“No,” she mock pouted. “I’m gagging for your cock. My cunt is dripping.”
“Wasn’t there any paper in the toilet?” I grinned.
Moira blushed.
“Yes, of course there was, silly,” she replied. “It’s just that when I wiped, the temptation to stick a couple of fingers in afterwards and give my clit some attention was so strong.”
“I didn’t, of course,” she continued quickly. “Daddy told me not to touch myself in that way, and I always obey Daddy, otherwise I have to go over his knee for a spanking!”
I winked at her.
“You’re going to get one of those as soon as we arrive anyway,” I promised her. “Then I’m going to take you out to the pool or to the beach for everybody to see your recently spanked arse!”
“Oh, God!” Moira moaned softly as the conveyer belt started up and the first cases appeared, “I can feel my cunt juice running down my leg!”
We collected our cases and then showed our passports to the immigration officer on duty. She gave them a cursory glance and handed them back to us with a beautiful white toothed smile.
“Welcome to the Caribbean,” she said in a gorgeous lilting accent. “Have a nice trip!”
We stopped at the tourist information booth to ask for the best way to get to the Adult Paradise resort. Another smiling local directed us to the correct bus stop, adding “Fust time there?”
When we admitted that it was indeed our first time, she grinned.
“You folks is gonna have the time of yo’ lives,” she drawled. “Me cousin, Ananya, she work there. If you see her, tell her Aneeta send her love. You have a great day now, you hear?”
We found the bus stop with no problem, and yet another beaming local helped us load our suitcases on board. I gave her our transfer coupons, and she grinned and slapped me delightedly on the shoulder.
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