Seven Sexpat Tales
From finding romance with their neighbors to hooking up on a cruise ship or having a one time only experience in a sky resort and more, here are seven tales of Americans abroad. This 30,000+ word short story collection contains graphic sex between consenting adults. The explicit details includes descriptions of both one-on-encounters as well as threesomes / multiple partners. More
From finding romance with their neighbors to hooking up on a cruise ship or having a one time only experience in a sky resort and more, here are seven tales of Americans abroad. This 30,000+ word short story collection contains graphic sex between consenting adults. The explicit details includes descriptions of both one-on-encounters as well as threesomes / multiple partners. This work of fiction is intended only for mature audiences.
Here is an excerpt:
This time, she took the easiest and leisurely slopes back down, but more because became preoccupied and didn’t want to pay as much attention to skiing as the advanced trails required. She wondered to herself, thinking of the perverse thrill she had from being on top of a younger man. In a way, it kind of confused her. Here she was, happily married with a rather well behaved teenager as a son. For most of her married life, she never once felt tempted to cheat on George. He was, after all, charming, caring, and quite an animal in bed. He always tried to meet her needs on every level. So why, she wondered, would she feel tempted and turned on by an anonymous young Austrian?
When she reached the bottom again, she felt really hungry and very sweaty beneath her heavy clothing. Nancy knew she had food back at the cottage, but she really didn’t want to go back. In a way, she felt strangely liberated. Sure, her husband was sick, but she kind of liked doing her own thing and not having him in tow – even if he had been healthy. So, she took her skis off, stabbed them into a bank with other the skis of other visitors, and walked into the large resort facility next to lift.
The place was crowded. There was a restaurant where she had a small plate of bratwursts with a very hot cup of black coffee. She passed a bar and made note of it, thinking she’d slip away once her family had fallen asleep for the night. Then, she just roamed the facility, passing a number of conference rooms. There were also a fitness room filled the exercise bikes, resistance machines, and free weights. She also saw facilities for showers. Still, the most tempting of all had to be the saunas. It was a narrow hall of with a large one at the end and bunch of smaller, cubicle-shaped ones leading up to it. She opted for what she thought would be privacy – one of the smaller ones. She stripped off her clothes, folded them, and placed them in a locker. She also took her rings, bracelet, and necklace off, stuffing them into her ski pants’ pockets. Then, she grabbed two towels in hopes for a bit of relaxation.
The hot air was relaxing for all of ten minutes. Only, it wasn’t the sauna itself that broke her sense of peace. The door opened and a naked man walked in and took a seat, nearly oblivious to her nudity. She abruptly sat up and covered her sweat-beaded breasts with one of her towels. “Excuse me,” she snapped, “but I’m in here! How dare you! I’m going to complain to…”
The guy looked up at her and smiled. She instantly recognized him as the man she crashed into on the slopes. “Forgive me,” he said. “In my country, there are no men’s saunas or women’s saunas. There are just saunas. Complaining to a manager isn’t going to change that.”
“Oh,” Nancy said. “Right.” Sometimes, in her travels across Europe, she, her husband, and her son often forgot how Europeans had quite different cultural values than Americans. One time, she had desperately tried to shield her son’s eyes from all the bare breasts on a beach in southern France. Of course, that was two vacations ago, and still, she had never totally gotten used to the differences in cultural attitudes. So, she didn’t protest, and she didn’t demand the young man to leave. She stayed there, but she also made sure she covered her breasts and pelvis with towels.
They both remained silent for a bit, but Nancy’s eyes were drawn to him. It didn’t look like he had an ounce of flab on him, and his muscles were defined without being bodybuilder over the top ...
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