MY BEST SEX EVER WAS…
a threesome on a pedalo
During university, I only had one boyfriend. I lost my virginity to him and was convinced he was the one. Then, in the summer of my final year, I discovered he’d been cheating on me.
Heartbroken, I booked a girls’ holiday with a couple of friends. I was determined to have a great time and meet someone to take my mind off him. A couple of nights into the trip, we were at a bar when a guy walked over to me. I recognised him as Joe* from high school – he’d been my crush for years. He was still so handsome and I instantly knew there was something between us. Soon, we were kissing in full view of everyone at the bar, but we didn’t care. After a few hours, Joe suggested a walk on the beach. His voice was loaded with suggestion and, as he grabbed my hand to pull me along, he brushed my fingers against his penis. It was a huge turn-on.
We headed for a secluded stretch of sand and started peeling off each other’s clothes. A storm was brewing: the air was hot and sticky with dark clouds gathering across the horizon. Just ahead was a pedalo docked in the shallows. Without a second thought, we waded into the water and jumped into the boat. It was just a two-seater, so we perched on the flat deck at the back. It rocked a bit, soothingly, but it was chained to other pedalos in the water, so we knew it wasn’t going far. Joe and I soon began kissing each other all over. He was so skilled – kissing my neck, then licking my nipples and grabbing my bum as he softly nudged my legs open with his. As he entered me, I closed my eyes and relaxed. Rain was now splashing into the boat and onto our skin. My eyes were still closed when I heard a soft foreign accent calling to us.“Can I join you?” Opening my eyes, I saw a beautiful Spanish girl. Joe and I stared at her in disbelief. Then she asked again,“Can I join you?”
I was so swept up in the moment that I heard myself saying yes without thinking. The girl stripped off and made her way through the water to us. She lightly leapt onto the deck. I was on the bottom, with Joe on top. The girl slid in beside us. With Joe still inside me, she leant over my breasts and started kissing them, touching herself at the same time. She moved my hand onto her and I could feel myself on the edge of an orgasm. All three of us were totally wrapped up in each other. It was incredibly intense and we came almost in unison.
We paddled back to the beach. The girl spoke in halting English, so there wasn’t much conversation and she left us after a few minutes. Joe and I walked back to the bar. Then, as all our friends had gone home, we got a taxi together and I stayed over at his hotel. We saw each other a few more times during the holiday.
Back home, we added each other on Facebook and went on a few dates – to a pub, a restaurant and a food festival. But we couldn’t quite recapture the same passion as when we were away. Now we only wish one another a happy birthday each year.
Yet, as flings go, this helped me with more than just getting over my ex. That relationship might have seemed exciting and complete back at university, but that was then. The bar is now considerably higher. I’m not sure things will ever be the same again…
“I heard a soft voice call, ‘Can I join you?’”