A bit more holiday before our heroes get back to work...

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"Oh my god, what time is it?" Gene lay unconscious next to her. "Wake up!"

"What? Why?" Gene rubbed his face briskly uncovering a worried expression. "What's wrong?"

"Christ Gene! We left our clothes in the kitchen! I don't even think we turned on the washing machinre"

He looked at her, not understanding. "What?"

"We had sex on that woman's kitchen floor! We left our clothes all over! Don't you remember?"

"Not really. Did we?" He remembered. He always remembered.

Alex stared at him, he looked completely puzzled. "Yes. Gene. We were drunk, you took your clothes off. You took my clothes off. And, as we do have a tendency to have sex every time we take our clothes off" Gene laughed, eyes twinkling, "we, well, we did. In her kitchen."

"You don't usually seem to mind." Smiling innocently, he tried not to laugh at her.

"I don't. I didn't. I don't." She sighed. "Yes, yes. We have an amazing sex life, you're a fantastic lover. But we had sex in her kitchen!"

He sat up, watching her dart around the room pulling on her underwear, digging around for something to wear. "Bloody hell did I buy anything for me to wear yesterday?" She pulled on the charcoal coloured linen shirt she'd picked out for him, rolling the sleeves halfway up her arms.

"Alex it's too late."

"What?" She stopped and looked at him, shoes dangling from one hand.

"It's gone ten. She'll have been up for hours. I'm sure she's already discovered whatever it is we left in the kitchen." He patted the bed next to him. "Come on."

"Oh fff-" She sat down, throwing her shoes on the floor. She looked at him, pleading. "We had sex on her kitchen floor Gene."

"Mmm. So you said." She shook her head disbelieving. "It'll come back to me. Always does eventually." He chuckled.

Still shaking her head, she got up off the bed. "I should go and apologize for any mess we made." She pulled the door open and stopped. In a tidy pile on the floor in the hall were their clothes from the night before. Washed and folded, with a note on top. "Think you meant to wash these, so I did it this morning. Mrs. R. P.S. I'm afraid the dogs got to them before I did"

"Oh, bugger." Alex picked up the clothes and shut the door, sitting down next to Gene on the bed. "How completely embarrassing. Oh, bloody hell!" She'd picked up her dress to find one side shredded, apparently by teeth.

Gene laughed, but stopped quickly. "Sorry. Don't worry 'bout it Alex. She's probably got all sorts of shag happy vacationers here all the time." He slapped her on the leg. "Get up. We've got to get moving."

"Moving? Where?"

"Boat. I've already paid fer the week. We're going out today." He searched through his bag, slipping on clean underwear.

Alex sighed. "OK. I do want to apologize for making a mess before we leave, though."

"Suit yourself." He picked up the white linen shirt Alex had bought the day before. "This for me?"

She nodded handing him the newly washed pair of jeans.

"You really want me to wear these?" He scowled as he put one leg into them. She nodded. "Fine" Two could play at this game. He finished buttoning his jeans and dug through one of Alex's shopping bags. "You can wear this." He threw her a small bag.

"What's this?"

"If you can dress me, I reckon I can do the same fer you. Open it."

Alex looked at him suspiciously, then opened the bag. Inside was the smallest bikini she'd ever seen. "When did you go shopping? I can't wear this."

"You were too busy dressin' me up to notice. And of course you can. We'll be out on the water. Might even go fer a swim. It's perfect."

"I'd have to be denuded to wear this in public, Gene."

"De-whated?" He looked up, confused.

"Waxed to within an inch of my life. Hair removal Gene."

He laughed. "Not on my account. I've seen you naked Alex. It'll be fine." He kissed her on the cheek and started to tuck in his shirt, stopping as Alex pulled out the tails.

"Leave it out." She tugged up his zip.

He grabbed her wrists playfully. "Goin' the wrong way with that aren't you?"

This time Alex laughed. "We've got a boat to catch, Gene. Maybe later it you're very, very lucky."

"I'm always lucky." He growled, kissing her beneath her ear. "Get changed."

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A short time later they were speeding over the water, the boat bouncing on the waves. Gene had manouvered the boat out away from the traffic of the bay, content to enjoy Alex's half naked body while she soaked up the sun. It had stayed warm and sunny and she'd thrown off the skirt thingy the girl in the shop had made him buy with the bikini. "It's called a sarong, Gene." He'd shrugged as she'd tied it around her waist. It didn't matter to him what she called it, once she was wearing it all he wanted to do was peel it off her.

They had to travel further up the coast to find a secluded spot, and Gene dropped the anchor as close to the sandy beach as possible, but it was still too far. They'd still have to wade through the water to get to the beach.

"It's alright for you, you've got a swimsuit." He grumbled.

She smirked at him. "Yes, I do. Thanks to you." He watched as she slipped over the side of the boat with a small splash.

Gene scowled, realizing the inevitable. There were only two choices. In his clothes or out of them. He looked at Alex as she swam away from the boat.

"It's not deep Gene. I'm standing on the bottom, see?" She stood, and the water lapped around her, just below her breasts. "Just take off your clothes and come in. No one's here but us." She shielded her eyes from the sun as she looked up at him.

Skinny-dipping on holiday. The things he bloody did for this woman.

"I'll go first if it'll help, Gene."

"You'll wot?" He stared as Alex bent over, pulling the bottom half off her bikini out of the water and waving it at him. "Come on. It's not too cold." Reaching behind her neck, she pulled a string and her top fell away. "I'll need some help with the other tie, Gene."

He sighed turning his eyes skyward. Slowly he removed his shirt, slipped off his shoes and peeled off his jeans, stuffing everything into Alex's over-sized bag. He watched her body skim the water as she swam naked in front of him, aware that the growing hard-on he now sported under his boxers was delaying his entry into the water. For some reason the idea of standing out here on the water, naked with a hard-on, was making him nervous.

"Gene" Alex floated up to the boat, resting one arm on the side as she reached for his hand with the other. "Come on. It's better once you get in."

With a sigh he slipped off his boxers, Alex giggling at the sight off him standing to attention. "Sorry to say that I don't think that'll last long once you're in the water." She sighed, backing away from the boat as he slid into the water in front of her.

Gene let out an involuntary yelp. "Shit! You said it was warm!"

"I said it wasn't too cold" she laughed. "Come here." Bouyed by the water, she wrapped her arms around his neck and her legs around his waist.

"Hopeful, aren't we" he murmured, welcoming her mouth with his as he wrapped his arms around her, removing her bikini top and throwing it backward towards the boat with no actual sense of where it went.

In the water Gene's hands roamed her body at every opportunity, Alex teased him, pulling him under playfully.

"That's enough" Gene finally said after Alex had pulled him under a fourth time. He'd begun to relax a bit, and they gathered their belongings from the boat and settled on the beach.

"Hungry Gene?" Alex asked as she pulled pasties and bottled beer out of the basket.

"Not hungry, I'm bloody freezing!" Lifting his shirt from Alex's beach bag he pulled it on, then tried to wriggle closer to her on the picnic rug. She was still delightfully naked.

Turning her attention from the food to Gene, she rubbed his legs gently. "Want me to warm you up?"

Distracted by the chill in the air, Gene was momentarily confused as she pushed him onto his back. "Warm me up? What?"

She crawled over him, her damp hair in ringlets around her face. "Yes Gene" she whispered as she kissed his cheek, his neck, nibbled his chin. "Warm you up."

"Well," he said, laying his head down on the sand. "It'll take a little more than that."

Laughing, Alex placed kissed down his chest, her hair trailing as she moved lower down his body. Kneeling between his knees, she pushed them apart gently, her fingers teasing as she kissed his not at all hard cock. He responding quickly, growing stiff against her tongue. "Good, oh that's good. But 'm still a bit chilly" he murmured.

He loved the feel of her tongue on his cock and the heat of her mouth as she sucked, licked and coaxed him further. Gene felt her moan as she drew him in, knowing it turned her on too. Her teeth grazed him as he pushed deeper. "Don't stop, Alex, don't." He wanted to come into her mouth and he tangled his hands into her hair as his hips moved towards her. Then he didn't. He wanted to see her face, had to look into her eyes. "Alex, stop."

Lifting her head, she looked at him, questioning. "Come 'ere" he pulled her up, rolling her onto her back as he did, covering her mouth with his. Her hands, rough with sand, moved under his shirt, over his back as he nudged her open, her legs obliging as they wrapped around his waist. "Look at me" he commanded with a growl. She did, gasping as he entered her, stilling for a moment. "Still cold Gene?" she whispered, her finger tracing along his chin. He shook his head, his eyes pouring into hers. "No" he kissed her, raising on his elbows as he began thrusting slowly. "Bit warmer now."

Out in the open, on the beach, he seemed to go on endlessly, staring into her eyes as they found a rhythm. Alex arched her back, pushing her chest against Gene as she moved with him, grinding, pulsing, her body so close to breaking beneath him. "Gene, my god" her nails dug into his back as she came, shaking against him. "Love you Alex." She could see the sweat beading on his face as he thrust harder, grunting as he kissed her roughly, finally pouring himself into her.

They'd dozed off on the rug and when she woke Alex found Gene had rolled over and was sprawled naked on the rug. She bit her lip. Sometimes he did look just like a little boy. She watched as he stirred and his mouth opened in a snore. She shook her head. Well, maybe not always.

Placing a hand on his chest, she shook him gently. "Wake up Gene."

"Why?" He covered her hand with his.

"Because we're lying naked on a beach in the middle of nowhere?"

"Mmm, yeah." He opened his eyes slowly. "OK." Slowly he pushed up to sitting position, rubbing his eyes and slipping his arm around Alex and pulling her to a kiss.

She looked into his eyes. "Do you happen to know where you threw my swim suit?"

"Not really" he chuckled. "Haven't you got anything else to wear?"

"Not really."

"Oooh. Lucky me." His eyes travelled down to her bare breasts.

Alex smirked. "Maybe I'll have to take your shirt."

"Like to see you try." He grinned.

Shaking her head, she removed their lunch, setting it on the rug. She dug around in her beach bag and found her sweater, pulling it over her arms and as far around as it would go. The sun was out, but there was enough of a chill in the breezy cove that she didn't think she'd be too warm.

Gene watched her while they ate lunch, delighted that her tits were still visible through the sweater. He liked being here with her more than he'd imagined. And she seemed to be having a good time, and not just the shagging, either. He was sure it was the sort of place someone like Alex would normally go on holiday, but it was a lot nicer than anywhere he'd ever been. Maybe he could talk her into coming back here every year.

Every year. How long did he really think this could last?

Alex finished her beer, then gathered their belongings, aware that Gene was watching her. She loved when he did that. When he looked at her. Because he never just looked at her, he watched her. If she wanted to really analyze it, she'd say that she liked how powerful it made her feel. But really it simply turned her on. Made her feel sexy, wanted. Like it would never end. She hoped it wouldn't.

Once she'd put everything away, she sat in front of Gene on the rug, wrapping her legs around him as she inched closer.

"Can I 'elp you?" He leaned forward, hands roaming over her bare legs.

"Maybe. Time we should get back?"

"Maybe. Do we 'ave plans?" He didn't really want to go back.

"No, but if you spend too much more time in the sun I'm afraid your skin will peel off. It's already starting to. Don't let me forget the sun cream tomorrow or we'll both be too sunburned to shag for a week."

"Ah. Well maybe we should take every opportunity then. You know, in case we're too sore to do it again later." He tried to pull her on top of him but they both fell over.

Before she could answer he covered her mouth with his, and this time he was fast, frantic, moaning her name as he begged her to come, to take him deeper. Alex screamed his name as she came, Gene pulsing inside her as he followed.

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The rest of the week followed the same way. They'd go out on the boat, sometimes finding a secluded beach, staying on the boat when they couldn't. By Friday the suncream had worked it's magic. Alex's skin had an almost brown tint and Gene's skin had not completely peeled off from the exposure. Friday was their last day with the boat, so they spent it relaxing on the water.

After stopping a mile or so up the coast, Gene dropped the anchor and they stretched out, Alex curled in his arm, her head on his shoulder. Gene hung his feet over the seat in front. They sat for a few hours, touching each other, doing nothing.

"Gene" Alex shifted on the boat, causing it to rock on the water.

"Wot." He'd been watching her from behind his sunglasses as she adjusted the top on the new bikini he'd bought to replace the one they'd lost earlier in the week. He loved that her tits were barely containable in whatever she wore, but in the bikini every curve was on display just for him. He hoped she was planning to sit on his lap.

"I'm a bit hungry." He pouted. Bugger. "Do you mind if we eat some lunch?"

"Izzat all? Was 'opin' you wanted to help me get out of these jeans. They're getting' a bit snug."

"I see." She bent over, carefully giving Gene full view of the hollow space between her breasts. She ran a hand up his leg and he made a small choking noise. "How snug Gene?" She whispered in his ear.

"Very" he said hoarsely. The palm of his hand smoothed over her bare back, his fingers hooking under the bow that tied there.

Alex comfortably straddled him, her knees resting on the cushioned seat. Putting one hand between her legs, she felt him hard, straining against the still constricting article of clothing. How did blokes wear these bloody things? "So if I help you with this" she rubbed against him, leaving no doubt of her intent "I can have lunch?"

He nodded, his hands moving over her exposed flesh, over the curves left bare by the bikini. Alex worked the button, lowering the zip slowly and freeing him with one had. Gene quickly shoved the jeans down lower, giving her greater access. Taking his bottom lip between her teeth, she stroked him slowly, Gene groaning under her touch.

He reached to remove his sunglasses but she held his wrist.

"Can you see me?"

"Yeah" he nodded again.

"Then leave them on." She moved his hands to her waist and he steadied her as she raised up on her knees, slowly untying the bows that rested on either hip and dropping her bottoms on the floor of the boat. Gene gasped as she slid over him, slick and tight, her hips moving slowly, taking more of him with each thrust. He watched, hidden behind dark glasses as she untied the top and let it fall away. Still holding her steady, slowly thrusting with her, he groaned as her hands moved over her breasts, squeezing each nipple hard, rolling it between her fingers. He begged her not to stop as she brought first one, then the other to her mouth, bending her neck, her tongue reaching for her own taut bud as his hips moved faster and he pulled her tighter against him.

"Oh, god. Alex. Again, do it again" and she did. Licking, pinching, caressing herself until she came, shaking as he held her tightly. Still coming, she fell against him, hands gripping the boat, riding him harder as he climaxed calling her name.

Buried inside her he captured her mouth with his, tongues reaching, answering each other as the waves rocked her aftershocks and she fell into his arms. Gene held her gently, mouth on her neck. "I'm going to miss this bloody boat."