Mandy's suitcase creates more than just a stir in Spain
Mandy and Sam sat on their suitcases outside Malaga airport, having a post-flight cigarette before boarding the coach that would take them to the resort. Mandy placed the cigarette between her lips, lit it, inhaled and blew out a plume of smoke through pursed lips. This was the third year running that they had embarked on this, most profitable, enterprise. They had come up with the idea in the back of their driver’s car after they had spent several hours putting on a lesbian show for a fat, balding, guy. They had been escorts for a while but they were sick of the hours they had to work and the pittance they were paid. Sam had suddenly had a flash of inspiration and the plan was hatched. They would book a package holiday somewhere where there were lots of available men.
“It’s a goldmine,” said Sam enthusiastically. “For every hunky bloke that can pick up any woman he fancies there are tons of men gagging for who don’t stand a chance. And they are not going to pass up the chance for a safe easy lay.”
“But what about safety?” said Mandy nervously. “What if you pick up a pervert or a crazy bloke who gets violent?”
“That’s why we go together,” explained Sam. “I’ll text you on your mobile every ten minutes and if you don’t reply I call the police.”
Mandy wasn’t sure at first but, having been convinced by Sam’s enthusiasm, had gone along with it. If it didn’t work out at least she would get a chance to get a decent, natural tan. But it did work out.
There were plenty of men who didn’t have the looks, or the confidence, to pick up women. And when Mandy or Sam walked up to them, wearing the kind of clothes that left little to the imagination, they were sitting ducks. Five minutes of chat later they would be ready to part with their money for an hour of sexual pleasure. By the end of the first day they had already earned enough to pay for the trip. As the fortnight unfolded, the men kept coming and the money built up.
And so, when they were on the flight back, they agreed that this would become an annual event.
“It’s a good job we didn’t wear anything to attract attention,” giggled Mandy. “If that customs officer had seen what’s inside my case he would have fainted!”
They always made sure that they looked like two innocent ladies when they travelled. No make-up, loose fitting jeans and sweatshirts, and sandals. Everything they needed for their work was in the suitcase however. Basques, peephole bras, dildos, vibrators, massage oil, butt plugs, and even a select of DVD’s.
“I wish I could get the lock on my case fixed though.” said Mandy. “If it fell open I’d be so embarrassed.”
“It would probably get you more clients!” laughed Sam, stubbing out her cigarette and blowing the remains of the smoke away. “Shake a leg, there’s the coach.”
Mandy and Sam liked to get on the coach first and sit near the front. This gave them a chance to watch as the holidaymakers boarded and eye up the potential. Amongst the families and couples, were several groups of men, mid-thirties, who smiled at them as they walked past. The girls never returned the smiles. This was business, not pleasure. They were not looking for a holiday romance. Just available men to twist round their finger for an hour or two, pay them, and then fuck off.
The coach arrived at the resort and, having signed in and collected their key cards, Mandy and Sam went straight to their double room and prepared to talk tactics. Sam stripped off almost immediately. She was tall and slim. Her small breasts were pierced and she played with them as she strolled into the bathroom and turned the shower on. As her pert bottom wiggled out of sight she called out to Mandy.
“I’m going to have a shower. Don’t steal all the fucking hangers!”
Sam let the hot water splash on her tits and then smothered them in the complimentary shower gel. The soap water trickled down her abdomen to her shaved pussy. She began to rub between her legs, initially for the purposes of cleaning but, as she became aroused, she popped a couple of fingers inside and began playing with herself. Lost in her arousal Sam was suddenly brought back to reality.
“Oh shit!! Fucking shit!”
Sam turned off the shower and, still wet and naked, stood in the bedroom where Mandy was.
She was staring into her suitcase, the coloured drained from her face.
“What’s the matter?” asked Sam.
Mandy didn’t speak but turned the open suitcase to face Sam.
“Oh shit!!”
Sam stared at the contents of the suitcase. Inside were neatly folded shirts and trousers, a couple of pairs of men’s sandals, a Spanish phrase book and a toiletries bag. This was definitely not Sam’s suitcase. Someone else must have had an identical case at baggage reclaim.
Eva opened the door of the hotel room and held it to allow Kevin to drag their suitcases through the door way. Shutting the door Eva sat on the bed and smiled at Kevin. It was there tenth wedding anniversary and she had been looking forward to their holiday ever since Kevin suggested it. He was not the romantic type and this was the first time they had been abroad. Eva and Kevin were not the most adventurous couple. Everything in their life followed the same dull routine. And that included sex. They never displayed affection in public, or private for that matter, and sex was seen as a chore and a duty, rather than something to be enjoyed.
“Shall we open our cases and sort our things out?” suggested Eva.
“I thought we could take a stroll around the resort first,” replied Kevin.
“No, let’s unpack first. I want to freshen up and change out of these clothes.”
Kevin placed the suitcases on the bed and popped open his one. His mouth fell open.
“What is it?” asked his wife.
“I think there’s been a mix up with the suitcases.”
He held up the evidence. Hanging from his fingers was a black, see-through thong.
“Oh my God!” said Eva, her disgust clear to see. “Who would wear something like that?”
Eva would never consider wearing something like that. She had never worn sexy underwear. And she considered that woman who did was nothing but a cheap tart. As for Kevin, he had never experienced the sight or feel of lingerie in ten years of marriage.
“Put that thing back in the case and take it down to reception now. It’s disgusting.”
But Kevin was mesmerised by the contents of the suitcase. He began to imagine what all these pretty, flimsy, delights would look on Eva. He carefully picked out a shiny red stain basque, matching panties and stockings and laid them out on the bed.
“You would look nice in this.”
“I would look like a slut!” retorted Eva giving him a look of distaste.
But the look belied a feeling stirring inside her. Her upbringing had given her the clear message that sex was sordid and should not be encouraged. In the past ten years her experience of sex was limited to ‘marriage sex’. She had never felt the thrill of an orgasm, as Kevin tended to cum first and then, the chore complete, would turn over and go to sleep. Something inside her suddenly snapped and her curiosity took hold.
“O.k. then I’ll put it on. But only because you have asked me. And don’t get any ideas!”
She grabbed the outfit and disappeared into the bathroom, locking the door behind her.
Kevin sighed. Eva never got dressed or undressed in front of him. He was convinced that he had never actually seen her naked properly. When they had sex it was always with the lights off and she was usually under the duvet. He had heard so many stories of how fantastic sex could be but had never experienced it. When they had sex there was never much foreplay. She would guide him into her pussy and then lie there until he had finished.
While he waited for Eva to return he found a blank DVD case. He opened the case, remove the disc and put it in the hotel DVD player, curious to see what was on it. What he saw was a revelation. A man was lying on a bed. A brunette with large bouncy tits was sat on his cock, grinding her hips backwards and forwards. A blonde girl, tall with small tits and hardened nipples was straddling the man’s head, enabling him to lick her labia, while she rubbed herself into an orgasm, squirting her juice into his mouth. Kevin had never seen anything like this before in his life. He could feel is cock stirring, something that rarely happened outside of the couples bedroom. Looking furtively at the bathroom door, still closed and locked, Kevin reached into his trousers and began to masturbate. He could not tear his eyes away from the screen, as the man, now standing was thrusting his dick into the blonde’s pussy. The blonde, bent over the bed, was thrusting a large pink dildo into the brunette’s clit, her teeth biting into her left nipple, her free hand kneading her right breast.
“What the hell are you doing!!?”
Kevin’s head snapped round in panic as he realised that Eva had emerged from the bathroom. His mind was racing, trying to think of what to say. The shock of begin caught had an immediate effect on his dick, which withered and returned to its normal, flaccid state. But then his eyes focused on the sight in front of him. Eva looked stunning. Her breasts, forced upward and outwards by the basque were stunning, the matching panties barely concealed her neatly trimmed pussy hair and her legs, usually hidden by jeans or jogging bottoms, looked gorgeous encased in red nylon.
“Oh my God Eva, you look amazing!”
Eva blushed. Kevin rarely commented on her looks, and then it was only in response to her asking if she looked o.k. in the outfit she had chosen. She realised that he was genuinely aroused by the sight of her in the red lingerie. And she liked it. She was deciding whether to resume her scolding of Kevin for watching to DVD but, before she could, Kevin had leapt off the bed, embraced her and kissed her roughly on the mouth.
“I want to make love to you right now!”
“But we had sex last week.”
“I know. But I want to do it properly, like in the DVD.”
What followed was a voyage of discovery. Kevin led Eva to the bed and laid her down. He gently released her breasts from the constraints of the basque and began to suck her nipples. Eva felt a stirring in her loins that she’d never felt before. She put her hands around Kevin’s back and moving them down his spine and under his trousers began to squeeze him bottom cheeks. Kevin could feel his cock stiffening. He reached into the suitcase and produced a long penis-shaped, vibrator. After working out how to turn it on he knelt over Eva’s pussy and placed the tip of it on her opening, through the material of the panties.
Eva was shocked by the sensation of the vibrator. She was being aroused. This was a new experience. She could feel her pussy getting wet and moaned in pleasure. Kevin realised the effect the vibrator was having on Eva and, pulling the panties to one side, began to insert the vibrator. Eva began to shake uncontrollably as her first orgasm took over her body. Kevin had never seen a woman orgasm before. He removed the vibrator and sat up on the bed.
“Are you o.k.?” he asked, concerned that something was wrong.
“Mmmmmmmm,” purred Eva. “I want more.”
Before Kevin could speak Eva pushed him down onto the bed and grabbed his cock. It was stiffer than she’d ever seen it and glistening. Tentatively at first, she placed her tongue on the tip, causing Kevin to take a sharp intake of breath. This was all the encouragement she needed and placing her lips around the shaft began to suck him hard. Kevin felt a wave of ecstasy that was so intense he had to close his eyes. He’d never experienced a blow job and now his wife, a model of decorum and plain living, was sucking his dick like her life depended upon it.
He couldn’t stand it any longer. He grabbed his cock and pulled it from her mouth. Rolling her over so that she was face down on the bed he parted her legs roughly and slammed his dick into her pussy. Her face buried in the pillow, Eva moaned as he rammed his shaft into her pussy over and over. Her hands blindly felt for his and squeezed them tightly as another orgasm began to possess her body. Hearing her moans, muted by the pillow, and feeling the wetness of her juices around his cock, Kevin felt his balls tighten and came uncontrollably inside her.
Mandy sat in the lobby with the rogue suitcase beside. On closer inspection she had found the name of the owner and, as she needed to get her own suitcase back had decided to contact reception and trace them. As she smoked her cigarette nervously she wondered what they must have made of the contents. “They will think I’m a total slut” she thought to herself. Just then Eva and Kevin walked up to her, hand in hand, with the suitcase. Mandy exchanged cases quickly, to spare her embarrassment, muttered a polite “Thank you,” and then went straight back to her room.
“Did you get it then?” asked Sam.
“Yes. It was some dull couple. But they were fine about it.”
“So we’re back on track then Mandy. Get changed and we’ll go and find ourselves a victim.”
Mandy opened the suitcase and began to sort through her clothes, deciding what to wear.
“That’s odd.”
“What’s odd?”
“I could have sworn I packed the matching red basque and panties.”
“It’s a goldmine,” said Sam enthusiastically. “For every hunky bloke that can pick up any woman he fancies there are tons of men gagging for who don’t stand a chance. And they are not going to pass up the chance for a safe easy lay.”
“But what about safety?” said Mandy nervously. “What if you pick up a pervert or a crazy bloke who gets violent?”
“That’s why we go together,” explained Sam. “I’ll text you on your mobile every ten minutes and if you don’t reply I call the police.”
Mandy wasn’t sure at first but, having been convinced by Sam’s enthusiasm, had gone along with it. If it didn’t work out at least she would get a chance to get a decent, natural tan. But it did work out.
There were plenty of men who didn’t have the looks, or the confidence, to pick up women. And when Mandy or Sam walked up to them, wearing the kind of clothes that left little to the imagination, they were sitting ducks. Five minutes of chat later they would be ready to part with their money for an hour of sexual pleasure. By the end of the first day they had already earned enough to pay for the trip. As the fortnight unfolded, the men kept coming and the money built up.
And so, when they were on the flight back, they agreed that this would become an annual event.
“It’s a good job we didn’t wear anything to attract attention,” giggled Mandy. “If that customs officer had seen what’s inside my case he would have fainted!”
They always made sure that they looked like two innocent ladies when they travelled. No make-up, loose fitting jeans and sweatshirts, and sandals. Everything they needed for their work was in the suitcase however. Basques, peephole bras, dildos, vibrators, massage oil, butt plugs, and even a select of DVD’s.
“I wish I could get the lock on my case fixed though.” said Mandy. “If it fell open I’d be so embarrassed.”
“It would probably get you more clients!” laughed Sam, stubbing out her cigarette and blowing the remains of the smoke away. “Shake a leg, there’s the coach.”
Mandy and Sam liked to get on the coach first and sit near the front. This gave them a chance to watch as the holidaymakers boarded and eye up the potential. Amongst the families and couples, were several groups of men, mid-thirties, who smiled at them as they walked past. The girls never returned the smiles. This was business, not pleasure. They were not looking for a holiday romance. Just available men to twist round their finger for an hour or two, pay them, and then fuck off.
The coach arrived at the resort and, having signed in and collected their key cards, Mandy and Sam went straight to their double room and prepared to talk tactics. Sam stripped off almost immediately. She was tall and slim. Her small breasts were pierced and she played with them as she strolled into the bathroom and turned the shower on. As her pert bottom wiggled out of sight she called out to Mandy.
“I’m going to have a shower. Don’t steal all the fucking hangers!”
Sam let the hot water splash on her tits and then smothered them in the complimentary shower gel. The soap water trickled down her abdomen to her shaved pussy. She began to rub between her legs, initially for the purposes of cleaning but, as she became aroused, she popped a couple of fingers inside and began playing with herself. Lost in her arousal Sam was suddenly brought back to reality.
“Oh shit!! Fucking shit!”
Sam turned off the shower and, still wet and naked, stood in the bedroom where Mandy was.
She was staring into her suitcase, the coloured drained from her face.
“What’s the matter?” asked Sam.
Mandy didn’t speak but turned the open suitcase to face Sam.
“Oh shit!!”
Sam stared at the contents of the suitcase. Inside were neatly folded shirts and trousers, a couple of pairs of men’s sandals, a Spanish phrase book and a toiletries bag. This was definitely not Sam’s suitcase. Someone else must have had an identical case at baggage reclaim.
Eva opened the door of the hotel room and held it to allow Kevin to drag their suitcases through the door way. Shutting the door Eva sat on the bed and smiled at Kevin. It was there tenth wedding anniversary and she had been looking forward to their holiday ever since Kevin suggested it. He was not the romantic type and this was the first time they had been abroad. Eva and Kevin were not the most adventurous couple. Everything in their life followed the same dull routine. And that included sex. They never displayed affection in public, or private for that matter, and sex was seen as a chore and a duty, rather than something to be enjoyed.
“Shall we open our cases and sort our things out?” suggested Eva.
“I thought we could take a stroll around the resort first,” replied Kevin.
“No, let’s unpack first. I want to freshen up and change out of these clothes.”
Kevin placed the suitcases on the bed and popped open his one. His mouth fell open.
“What is it?” asked his wife.
“I think there’s been a mix up with the suitcases.”
He held up the evidence. Hanging from his fingers was a black, see-through thong.
“Oh my God!” said Eva, her disgust clear to see. “Who would wear something like that?”
Eva would never consider wearing something like that. She had never worn sexy underwear. And she considered that woman who did was nothing but a cheap tart. As for Kevin, he had never experienced the sight or feel of lingerie in ten years of marriage.
“Put that thing back in the case and take it down to reception now. It’s disgusting.”
But Kevin was mesmerised by the contents of the suitcase. He began to imagine what all these pretty, flimsy, delights would look on Eva. He carefully picked out a shiny red stain basque, matching panties and stockings and laid them out on the bed.
“You would look nice in this.”
“I would look like a slut!” retorted Eva giving him a look of distaste.
But the look belied a feeling stirring inside her. Her upbringing had given her the clear message that sex was sordid and should not be encouraged. In the past ten years her experience of sex was limited to ‘marriage sex’. She had never felt the thrill of an orgasm, as Kevin tended to cum first and then, the chore complete, would turn over and go to sleep. Something inside her suddenly snapped and her curiosity took hold.
“O.k. then I’ll put it on. But only because you have asked me. And don’t get any ideas!”
She grabbed the outfit and disappeared into the bathroom, locking the door behind her.
Kevin sighed. Eva never got dressed or undressed in front of him. He was convinced that he had never actually seen her naked properly. When they had sex it was always with the lights off and she was usually under the duvet. He had heard so many stories of how fantastic sex could be but had never experienced it. When they had sex there was never much foreplay. She would guide him into her pussy and then lie there until he had finished.
While he waited for Eva to return he found a blank DVD case. He opened the case, remove the disc and put it in the hotel DVD player, curious to see what was on it. What he saw was a revelation. A man was lying on a bed. A brunette with large bouncy tits was sat on his cock, grinding her hips backwards and forwards. A blonde girl, tall with small tits and hardened nipples was straddling the man’s head, enabling him to lick her labia, while she rubbed herself into an orgasm, squirting her juice into his mouth. Kevin had never seen anything like this before in his life. He could feel is cock stirring, something that rarely happened outside of the couples bedroom. Looking furtively at the bathroom door, still closed and locked, Kevin reached into his trousers and began to masturbate. He could not tear his eyes away from the screen, as the man, now standing was thrusting his dick into the blonde’s pussy. The blonde, bent over the bed, was thrusting a large pink dildo into the brunette’s clit, her teeth biting into her left nipple, her free hand kneading her right breast.
“What the hell are you doing!!?”
Kevin’s head snapped round in panic as he realised that Eva had emerged from the bathroom. His mind was racing, trying to think of what to say. The shock of begin caught had an immediate effect on his dick, which withered and returned to its normal, flaccid state. But then his eyes focused on the sight in front of him. Eva looked stunning. Her breasts, forced upward and outwards by the basque were stunning, the matching panties barely concealed her neatly trimmed pussy hair and her legs, usually hidden by jeans or jogging bottoms, looked gorgeous encased in red nylon.
“Oh my God Eva, you look amazing!”
Eva blushed. Kevin rarely commented on her looks, and then it was only in response to her asking if she looked o.k. in the outfit she had chosen. She realised that he was genuinely aroused by the sight of her in the red lingerie. And she liked it. She was deciding whether to resume her scolding of Kevin for watching to DVD but, before she could, Kevin had leapt off the bed, embraced her and kissed her roughly on the mouth.
“I want to make love to you right now!”
“But we had sex last week.”
“I know. But I want to do it properly, like in the DVD.”
What followed was a voyage of discovery. Kevin led Eva to the bed and laid her down. He gently released her breasts from the constraints of the basque and began to suck her nipples. Eva felt a stirring in her loins that she’d never felt before. She put her hands around Kevin’s back and moving them down his spine and under his trousers began to squeeze him bottom cheeks. Kevin could feel his cock stiffening. He reached into the suitcase and produced a long penis-shaped, vibrator. After working out how to turn it on he knelt over Eva’s pussy and placed the tip of it on her opening, through the material of the panties.
Eva was shocked by the sensation of the vibrator. She was being aroused. This was a new experience. She could feel her pussy getting wet and moaned in pleasure. Kevin realised the effect the vibrator was having on Eva and, pulling the panties to one side, began to insert the vibrator. Eva began to shake uncontrollably as her first orgasm took over her body. Kevin had never seen a woman orgasm before. He removed the vibrator and sat up on the bed.
“Are you o.k.?” he asked, concerned that something was wrong.
“Mmmmmmmm,” purred Eva. “I want more.”
Before Kevin could speak Eva pushed him down onto the bed and grabbed his cock. It was stiffer than she’d ever seen it and glistening. Tentatively at first, she placed her tongue on the tip, causing Kevin to take a sharp intake of breath. This was all the encouragement she needed and placing her lips around the shaft began to suck him hard. Kevin felt a wave of ecstasy that was so intense he had to close his eyes. He’d never experienced a blow job and now his wife, a model of decorum and plain living, was sucking his dick like her life depended upon it.
He couldn’t stand it any longer. He grabbed his cock and pulled it from her mouth. Rolling her over so that she was face down on the bed he parted her legs roughly and slammed his dick into her pussy. Her face buried in the pillow, Eva moaned as he rammed his shaft into her pussy over and over. Her hands blindly felt for his and squeezed them tightly as another orgasm began to possess her body. Hearing her moans, muted by the pillow, and feeling the wetness of her juices around his cock, Kevin felt his balls tighten and came uncontrollably inside her.
Mandy sat in the lobby with the rogue suitcase beside. On closer inspection she had found the name of the owner and, as she needed to get her own suitcase back had decided to contact reception and trace them. As she smoked her cigarette nervously she wondered what they must have made of the contents. “They will think I’m a total slut” she thought to herself. Just then Eva and Kevin walked up to her, hand in hand, with the suitcase. Mandy exchanged cases quickly, to spare her embarrassment, muttered a polite “Thank you,” and then went straight back to her room.
“Did you get it then?” asked Sam.
“Yes. It was some dull couple. But they were fine about it.”
“So we’re back on track then Mandy. Get changed and we’ll go and find ourselves a victim.”
Mandy opened the suitcase and began to sort through her clothes, deciding what to wear.
“That’s odd.”
“What’s odd?”
“I could have sworn I packed the matching red basque and panties.”
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