Vacation With a Stranger

By Lily Turner

I'm Lily Turner, called Lily. I live in Berlin, but mostly travel across Germany and the world. As you can see, I write short stories and novels inspired by personal experiences. I am staunchly single and not looking for a relationship.
In my stories you won't find any little hearts and bows, no romance or even great love. But read for yourself and make up your own mind.
 
 

• Language: English
• Publisher: Gonzales Garcia
• Release date: May 10, 2023
• ISBN: 9798223234920

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Table of Contents

Longingly on the beach

A bike ride

Vacation with a stranger

How a formal evening was still awesome

Desk duty

Pool

Reading tour

A stranger

The audience

The librarian

A bed in the poppy field

Morning

Happy Birthday Holger!

The Witch

Christmas special

My move into the flat share

Vacation With a Stranger

Author: Lily Turner

Longingly on the beach

I 'm sitting on the beach with a bottle of white wine next to me and looking at the water. It's quite late, the sun is just setting blazingly in the sea right in front of me. A few people are still here, mostly couples, huddled close together. But not much is going on here anymore. It's quiet, except for the rushing of the water and the cry of a single seagull.

I take a sip of the wine and wish so much that you were with me now. It almost hurts, this wish is so deep. My eyes fall on a beach chair that stands alone in the slowly dying light, and I can't help but think of the hot beach chair sex with you. It was so long ago and yet the memory is so fresh. I drink the wine again. I can feel the alcohol making me strangely light. That's good, because the thoughts of you are usually heavy and loaded. I don't want to keep brooding and yearning for you, knowing full well that there will be no reunion. The differences weigh too heavily. Too much hurt, too much misunderstanding, too much not wanting or wanting too much, too much pain.

I squint at my cell phone. Do you want me to just call you? Or even better: I'll take a photo of the beach chair standing in the sunset and send it to you without a word. Then you will already know what I mean. What I think. What I long for

But do you want that? I don't believe.

The thought hurts again.

The sun has disappeared in the meantime and the last ones are slowly making their way home. I look at the wine bottle. About a third is still in there. I drink, decide to stay a while longer and look out to sea.

When my thoughts of you are not sad and gloomy, they are mostly one thing: joyful.

And as I enjoy more wine, I remember our passionate times. I sink back into the sand and close my eyes.

Thinking about your kisses makes me almost dizzy. Or is that the wine? Your kisses made me forget everything around me in no time. Only you were present and important in these moments. I noticed your smell and your taste very clearly, almost drowned in it. Your touch burned into my memory like a tattoo on my skin. indelible.

I felt your lust that kindled a fire in me that threatened to burn everything. Then I only wanted you.

I shove my hand down my pants. It slides under the panties and over my shaved pubic mound. My fingers open my labia, touching and spreading my moisture. everything is so soft

My clit is throbbing expectantly. I gently nudge her, rubbing and lightly massaging her. My breathing gets heavier and I can feel my nipples prick up.

I slide my hand deeper, penetrating myself with a finger. This feels so good and I moan softly.

The sand I'm lying on is still a bit warm from the day, while the air cools down quite quickly in the dark. But that doesn't bother me, my body has long been heated up.

I alternately rub my clit and fuck myself with two fingers. My abdomen pushes against my hand. With your picture in my head I cum. I gasp as my pelvis twitches.

I press my hand firmly between my legs and wait for the waves of my lust to subside. Finally I pull them out of my pants, sit up and look around. The beach is deserted as far as I can see. No one saw my little pampering for relaxation.

It's a shame really, I think. This could have been foreplay to something very hot.

I slowly finish the wine, watching the waves roll onto the beach, thinking of you and once again regretting that you are not there. But this time it doesn't hurt anymore. The pain has subsided and what remains is gratitude.

Girls vacation

Chapter 1

Finally out of everyday life, into adventure. Away from family and job. Since I've known my girlfriend Jule, we've both dreamed of spending a holiday together, leaving everything behind and just having time for ourselves. Jule and I have been friends since we were teenagers. We got through everything together. The first great love, the first painful separation. Weddings, Jules Divorce and Remarriage. And now we've finally made it happen.

We're in the car, the music is turned up, and we still can't believe it. It will be the best time of our lives, Jule laughs and I agree.

Our destination is not randomly chosen, because I want to see you again. You, Bastian, my affair, which we actually ended two years ago. But I could never forget you.

Jule knows about it. Of course, as I also know about their affairs. But unlike her, I had limited myself to this one love adventure in my life, while Jule was much more active there. Some people may condemn her for that, but that would be unfair. Like me, Jule is a seeker. for what? We would like to know that ourselves, but so far neither of us have found what drives us.

Yes, actually I had found it. I've never felt better in my life than during our affair. Maybe that's why I can't forget you.

It was hard work getting you to meet. You don't want to open old wounds, you told me. But in the end you agreed. It's supposed to be a friendly reunion. We'll meet in the evening, maybe you'll bring a friend with you.

Such a foursome date would be much more pleasant than a date for three. In this case, one would always be the fifth wheel on the car.

We want to celebrate. Drink, dance, laugh - just have fun. Jule and I want to enjoy our temporary freedom.

When we get to the hotel, we settle in. Two bottles of sparkling wine go into the fridge, our clothes into the closet. We have two wide, separate beds that look incredibly comfortable. A third bottle of sparkling wine is opened, because our holiday should have a worthy start. We toast each other. Have a great weekend!

Then Jule disappears into the bathroom and I lie down on the bed. I check my phone because I'm still afraid that you'll cancel at short notice with a flimsy excuse. But you only texted me briefly: See you later. I'm bringing my buddy Stefan with me. I'm glad to see you.

Oh I think. That's more than I expected. Now I can finally put my worries aside and just look forward to the evening.

Jule and I dress up. We both chose a dress, she in white, I in black. I wear stockings underneath, you never know. Even if we want to keep it purely friendly, I want to play it safe. We both take a jacket and our handbags. But before we meet you and your buddy, let's go out for a fancy meal.

Are you very excited? Jule asks me and takes a sip of wine.

I nod. Yes, somehow. But I don't want to get my hopes up. I sigh. And if things get kind of stupid with the two of them, then we'll take off. We want this weekend to be all ours.

Jule winks at me. She doesn't seem to believe me that much, but leaves it at that.

I'm tingling with excitement. How will it be to see you again after so long? Will the attraction be as great as it used to be? Will we still be able to talk just as easily and confidentially? What if all the magic is gone?

I take a sip of wine and listen to myself. Purely from the head, I would say: Great! Then my peace of mind will be restored. In the future I wouldn't have to think about you all the time and wonder how you're doing, what you're doing, whether you still think of me from time to time. I could go on with my life and have fond memories of our time together forever.

But what if everything is still the same as it was then? The attraction is so great that we literally stick together and can't keep our hands off each other. Wanting to keep an eye on the other person, touching them briefly to make sure they are real. Yes, then what?

I shake my head to put the thoughts aside. Then I raise my glass and toast Jule: Here's to us and a great evening. Whether with the men or without!

***

After the meal, which by the way was excellent – you recommended the restaurant to me – we make our way to the pub where we are supposed to meet you and Stefan. My heart is pounding in my chest, my hands are freezing. I hook myself to Jule as if she were my anchor.

When the pub comes into view, I see two people standing in front of it. I recognize you immediately and tense up inside. Jule notices this and quietly asks: Is he with you?

Yes. My voice almost fails me. In the meantime you have discovered us and look back at us. I walk on uncertainly, cling to Jule and try to put on a neutral smile. We stop in front of you, I grin at you with joy and hope that I don't look too stupid doing it. But you, too, are smiling broadly, raise your arm and hug me. I hug you, breathe in your scent, which is still so familiar to me, and I'm just happy.

Well you, you say and your voice is music to my ears. I can hardly take my eyes off you and you seem to feel the same way. Our eyes sink into each other.

Then I give myself a jerk. This is Jule, my friend.

You shake hands, then you introduce us to Stefan. He's a likeable guy and seems like you could have a lot of fun with him. In addition, he can hardly take his eyes off Jule, which he obviously likes.

I think the chemistry between the four of us is right and the thought of saying goodbye when things aren't going well is disappearing.

The pub is quaint and already well filled. Nevertheless, we still find a table for four in a corner. We sit down, order wine and talk. It's like we've never been apart. I keep looking at you, a permanent grin on my face. I would like to touch you, but instead I play with my wine glass.

Despite all the joy at seeing you again, I can feel the urge growing in me to ask you why you broke off contact back then. After a while I can't take it anymore. Can we go outside and have a chat? I ask you. Jule's head snaps towards me. She puts her hand on my forearm and whispers, Do you think that's a smart idea? Let's just keep partying. She guesses what I want to discuss with you.

Yes, maybe it's stupid to address the difficult issues now. And maybe it will dampen the relaxed mood noticeably, but I just can't get out of my skin.

You frown, I'm sure you know what I'm getting at. But you nod and we both leave the bar. It's gotten a little cooler, but still warm like summer. There is no one to be seen on the street. I take a deep breath of the fresh air and we slowly take a few steps.

Why? I just ask. Out of the corner of my eye, I see you shove your hands in your pockets, bow your head, and shrug. It was just too much. Too much emotion, too much pain. I needed a break.

OK, I could understand that. Separating from my husband was out of the question for me. I've always communicated that openly and I'm sure I've often alienated you. I had wished so often to be able to be with you. Really, how I longed for this. And yet I knew my place was at another man's side. Not on yours.

Even today, this knowledge pains me. I stop, put my hand on your arm. Again our gazes sink into each other and all of a sudden we lean towards each other and kiss. This kiss, first very tender, then more intimate, feels familiar and exciting at the same time. Oh man, your kisses make my knees weak even now. I put my arms around your neck, pressing myself closer to you. I want you, want you Excitement fills me completely. Breathing heavily, you break away from me, I protest with a longing sound. You're dragging me down a side street. It's dark here and deserted. You press me against the wall of the house, push your body against mine and kiss me again. Wild and demanding this time. The hard wall in my back is pressing a little, but I don't care.

I feel your hands sliding over my body, enclosing my breasts and squeezing them. The dress is high necked so it's impossible for you to get to her without stripping the whole dress off me.

Instead you pull the skirt up onto my hips. Your fingertips touch the edge of my stockings, slide over them onto my bare skin. I cling to your shoulders, thrusting my hips forward, eager to feel you between my legs.

You elude me, get on your knees, bury your head between my thighs. I feel your hot breath on my shame, feel how your tongue slides over the fabric of my panties. You pull the panties down and I try to spread my legs. Your tongue squeezes into my gap, slides through and plays around my pearl. I moan loudly, burying my hands in your hair. My hips flex and I cum explosively.

I lean against the wall, breathing heavily. Wow, what was that? I've never cummed so fast and so hard before.

You rise and kiss me wildly. My hands touch your pants. I rip open the belt, undo the button and the zipper. Then I slip my hand into your shorts. My fingers wrap themselves around the hot, hard shaft. You moan into my mouth as I rub it. It feels so good in my hand, the soft skin over the hardness.

I pull my boxers aside so I can work him harder. I put my other hand on your testicles and massage them gently. I can tell from your breath that you are about to do it too. I turn a little to the side, out of the way of the fire, as your cock twitches and the first load shoots out. I keep rubbing slowly, feeling how you squirt out your pleasure juice a few more times. Then I let go and pull you in for a kiss.

Wow, I say, breathing heavily and smiling. That was a quickie.

Your laugh sounds amused and satisfied. We arrange our things and then slowly walk back to the pub.

The first way leads us both to the toilets. There I freshen up a little. A look in the mirror tells me that my cheeks are flushed and my eyes are shining. And now I'm looking forward to the rest of the evening. All doubts, all worries have fallen away from me.

Back at the table, I smile at you. I feel the curious looks from Stefan and Jule, wink at my girlfriend and take a sip of wine. You put your hand on my thigh and gently squeeze.

Stefan and I have decided that we will go hiking tomorrow, says Jule and looks at you questioningly. I hope you have time.

You give me a quick, unreadable look. I wait breathlessly for your answer and a load falls from my heart when you nod.

Chapter 2

at night and wake up breathing heavily. My nightgown is stuck to my body and my legs are caught in the twisted blanket. A look at Jule tells me that she is still fast asleep. I kick myself free, lie on my back and look at the ceiling.

It's amazing what you do to me. These feelings, this lust that you awaken in me, it's all so intense and confusing. Am I exaggerating when I say I've never felt so intensely before?

My thoughts wander to my husband and a faint sense of guilt spreads through me. Of course I know that what I was doing here was wrong.

We have a good marriage, we have our ups and downs, and we trust each other. Yes, that sounds like a mockery given that I betrayed him here. And yet I feel like I didn't take anything away from him. That between us, between you and me, is different. This is only ours. No one else. I keep it jealously guarding in my heart, knowing full well that we are not destined to actually come together, to live together, until the end of our days.

There was a time when I dreamed about it. I wanted to be with you, wake up next to you every morning, tell you about my day at night and hear how yours was. Move in together, maybe get married.

But it soon became clear to me that these dreams would not come true. Our lives were too different, we were too deeply rooted in our respective homes. And then there was my husband. Even if I cheat on him with you, I still love him.

Yes, I hear the wisecracks who say that if one of you is having an affair, there is something wrong in the relationship. blah blah

But I don't see this as an affair. you are so much more to me My lover, my soul mate. We attract each other magically, we can't let go of each other. We hurt each other and yet my soul only feels complete with you. Unhurt. Healthy and bold.

It's not just the sex with you, although it's extraordinarily intense and sensual. I enjoy every minute of being with you. I like to listen to you, love to see you smile, like the way you look at me.

I stretch out happily and brush my thoughts aside. I look forward to the day with you, Jule and Stefan. I catch a glimpse of my sleeping girlfriend before going to the bathroom to shower. I have a feeling that Stefan is not entirely indifferent to her if I correctly interpret the looks between the two on the last evening. It promises to be an interesting day.

***

After a hearty breakfast, during which Jule confesses that she really likes Stefan, we get changed for the hike. I decide on jeans, a top and a blouse over it. After a quick look out the window, I decide to leave the rain jacket in the closet.

I look inside myself. My heart is beating faster than usual, and my stomach is pounding and tingling. I'm so looking forward to seeing you. I'm excited, yes, really excited, I'm fooling around with Jule.

If everything goes well, who gets the hotel room tonight?

I don't have to think long about it. Well, Bastian and I. You and Stefan can sleep in the car. Boom! I'd barely said the sentence when Jule's pillow banged on my head.

You can forget that! she protests, laughing.

I fall back onto my bed and hug the pillow as if it were you. I'm so happy I can hardly believe it.

Jule lies down next to me and looks like me at the ceiling. You're totally in love, aren't you?

I grunt in agreement.

Then I won't ask how things will continue after our vacation.

Jule's soft words bring me down a bit. It was clear how things would continue after the holiday. I would go home, back to my husband. It will break my heart like every time I leave you. Maybe then we will fight again, hurt each other and have no contact for a while. Until I seek contact with you again, simply because I can't do without you. Gloomy prospects!

Jule nudges me in the side and hugs me. Sorry, I didn't mean to spoil the mood for you. Come on, we have a great day ahead of us. No regrets today, we just enjoy life! With these words she pulls me up from the bed. I hug her. Thank you! I don't have to say more, she knows what I mean. Without a word, she returns my hug, then we grab our things and leave the hotel room.

***

It is wonderful to walk through the shady forest. You hold my hand, we talk about God and the world. You've always been easy to talk to. Calm, varied, interesting, funny - just you. I can't even describe how comfortable I feel in your presence.

Jule and Stefan are walking in front of us at a distance. I smirk because it's obvious the two are getting closer. Again and again they bump into each other, touch each other and everything looks deliberately informal, although it is anything but that.

The two disappear around a bend when you suddenly stop. I stagger a bit, but you pull me into your arms, hold and kiss me. I put my arms around your neck, hug you. It just fits perfectly. I feel a hand slide under my top. A finger strokes the underside of my breasts. Then he slides under the hem of the bra into the valley between the two balls.

I sigh and you hook your finger under the fabric and slide it across my chest. You immediately put your hand around it, kneading it gently. Your thumb rubs around the hard nipple. You pull up the top impatiently, tilt your head and I feel your lips curl around the nipple and you suck gently. This kind of stimulation shoots a bolt of excitement straight into my abdomen. I cup the back of your head, dig my fingers into your thick hair and hold you tightly to me.

Breathing heavily, you break away from me and we look at each other. A little embarrassed, I straighten my clothes, you take my hand and we hurry on. My body is still electrified and I would have liked to drag you behind the next bush to continue the lovemaking. But that's not a good idea. We haven't talked about how to proceed with us yet. I don't want to give you false hopes. Just as I don't want to get hurt again myself.

We go faster to catch up with Jule and Stefan. The two are already waiting at a kind of vantage point. The view is breathtaking. We look over the forest, which we have already crossed, over wide fields to a lake. Stefan points behind us. The mountain continues to rise and the remains of a castle can be seen at the top. It's not too far up.

My gaze falls on a wooden bench whose seat is so curved that the legs are also slightly higher. Ergonomically curved, so to speak. This so-called forest sofa looks very comfortable and I actually feel more like sitting there with you.

Shouldn't we stay here? I ask the group. Jule immediately understands what I'm planning. So Stefan and I are going up there, she responds perfectly. You can stay here until we pick you up again.

Great idea! I look at you questioningly and hope that your need to look at the ruins is limited. You nod in agreement and while Stefan and Jule move on, we climb onto the wave lounger. You put your arm around me and silently we look down the valley. You stroke my arm and look at me from the side. Nice with you, you say and I smile at these words. That's exactly how it is right now: simply beautiful!

With you too, I reply and stretch myself towards you. Our lips meet in a gentle kiss, which soon becomes more stormy.

This shows that a forest sofa is only really comfortable in one position, namely lying on its back.

But that doesn't really matter right now. Your hands caress my breasts while my hand strays into your lap. I can feel that your pants have already become a little tight. Your cock is hard and probably longs for my hand. I squat down next to you, which is not so easy on the curved seat, and tug on your belt. The button and the zipper are already easier to open. You raise your hips slightly so that I can pull my jeans and boxer shorts down a bit.

Come on, you too, you groan and motion for me to open my pants as well. I take them off without further ado. Who should surprise us here? Jule and Stefan are on their way up the mountain and we didn't meet anyone the entire way. I hope it stays that way, but actually I don't care at all at this moment.

I crouch next to you again, take your cock in my hand and rub it gently. Then I bend over and lick the dark red glans. I feel how you put your hand on my bottom and caress it. Your fingers slide under my panties down between my legs. I've been soaking wet since our snogging in the woods earlier. I hear your satisfied laugh as your finger sinks into my wetness. Hungry little cunt, you whisper.

While you caress me between my legs and drive my excitement higher and higher, I lick and suck on your cock. I massage your bulging testicles.

The situation is just too cool. In the middle of nature, in the warm sun, I crouch over you and stretch my bare ass up in the air so that you can finger me. I can see us in my mind's eye, and that image and your fingers are driving me to climax. I press my bottom against your hand. Just before I come, I slide your cock out of my mouth. With the best will in the world I can't concentrate on that right now. I press my face firmly against your stomach and moan my lust into the fabric of your shirt.

After a while I sit up and kiss you gratefully. Then I whisper in your ear, Do you want to cum in my mouth?

I feel you stop short, then you ask softly: May I?

Yes, I reply with a smile. The first time we had sex, you asked me to. But at the time it was too early for me, too intimate, and I refused. But now it feels right. I want to taste you, want to feel your lust in my mouth.

A quick kiss on your lips and I bend over your lap again. It seems to me your cock has gotten even harder, if that's even possible. One of your hands caresses my bottom while the other now claws at my hair.

I lick the entire length of the shaft before sliding it into my mouth. I suck and vary the pressure. Your hand sets the rhythm and it doesn't take long for you to moan loudly. Your cock twitches and shoots your sperm down my throat in spurts. I swallow hastily so that not a drop is lost.

Hmmm, no idea why I didn't enjoy this sooner. Your lust gives me a feeling of elation that I have rarely experienced. I slowly lick your cock clean and then sit up. You look a bit exhausted but happy. Your smile makes me happy and I snuggle into your chest. Your arms wrap around me and you put your cheek on my head.

It's only after quite a while that I can bring myself to break away from you. I get up and put my pants back on. You too straighten your clothes and close your jeans.

We sit arm in arm and just look at the countryside. We both dwell on our thoughts until Jule and Stefan show up. Jule's cheeks are flushed and her eyes are sparkling. And I suspect that we weren't the only ones who had an enjoyable hour.

Chapter 3

It just fits with the four of us and so we decide that we will also spend this evening together. After Jule and I freshened up at the hotel, you pick us up. We go for a bite to eat and then to a beer garden where there is live music. In the meantime I had learned from Jule that things were getting pretty intense with Stefan at the castle ruins and that he almost shagged her. Would have if they hadn't been disturbed by a lone wanderer. Well yes, I think what is not, can still be.

Even if it is still not clear who has the exclusive rights to the hotel room. But there would also be a solution, I was sure of that.

The mood between the four of us is relaxed and cheerful. We drink, dance, fool around and not just the two of us, Jule and Stefan also exchange little kisses more and more frequently. It's heating up between us more and more, which is definitely not just because of the alcohol. And before midnight we make our way to the hotel. Jule and I have chilled champagne and wine there. And shortly after we have arrived in the room, the corks are already popping. I'm sitting on my bed with Jule. You