Heat Makes Me Horny

Sitting here, on the balcony of my holiday villa in Southern Spain, I am thinking of how horny I get in hot weather such as we are experienced down here. Back home in Scotland the temperature rarely gets to the high 20's let alone the 40's it gets to every day here.

The fact that I am missing M. Not having seen her for almost a week and no prospect of seeing her for another 2, is making me incredibly horny, and the heat seems to just exasperate matters. When I go for a walk in town with my family, my eyes are drawn to the dark, sun-tanned bodies of the local women and girls who are out promenading in the evening sunshine. Their bodies wrapped in tight fitting dresses which emphasize every curve of their luscious bodies. It is difficult not to appear to obvious, not to stare to hard, not to allow my eyes to linger too long over any particular pair of breasts or one particular bottom. Dark sunglasses help.

The beach is particularly inviting. The half naked bodies of locals and tourists alike, lying in the sun or frolicking in the waves make a very pleasant sight. Bodies of all shapes and sizes walk past our spot. Some are pretty horrible really; women with big, saggy breasts should not go topless in public. However, the occasional jewel does appear. A beautiful woman, skin glowing in the sunlight, breasts full, tight bums barely covered by skimpy bikini bottoms, nipples pert and hard as they emerge from the water. It's interesting to reflect on how many of these tourists would be mortified to display the slightest hint of intimate flesh back home but are happy to reveal practically all while on the beach. My particular favourite is those girls who didn't realise that their costume turns almost transparent when wet.

Unfortunately, there is no chance of a candid photograph to peruse later
at my leisure, my wife would notice :(

Lying in bed at night, the sheets thrown back due to the heat, my mind drifts back to the sights of the day. As perspiration trickles down my body, my cock stiffens at the memories of the stunning bodies on display. The non-existent prospect of sex in the near future only increases my frustration. As I slowly rub myself, my cock growing harder and harder, the head appearing briefly from within my foreskin with each downward stroke, the pre-cum emerging to lubricate my masturbation, my hand damp as I rub it over my glans; I'm conscious of my wife lying beside me asleep, I have to be careful not to disturb her with my self-pleasuring, so I must keep things slow and quiet.

I imagine M lying in her bed. She is also on holiday, but in Greece. She will be lying naked in the heat, thinking of me, her hand slipping between her thighs as she thinks of our love making. I grip myself tighter, imagining that it is her hand that is running up and down my cock, her flesh pressed against mine, her fingers rubbing the head of the cock she so loves having inside her. My cock twitches as I cum, the hot sticky liquid spurting onto my hand and stomach. I clean myself with a wipe and drift off to sleep, the tension and frustration that I've been feeling released for a while.

L&K

EE