As I patiently wait for Camilla to strip, I feel a tent in anticipation, knowing what I'm about to feel. Camilla seductively rubs it as she slowly start to strip, taking her pants off first, along with her runners. Her sexy leg muscles chiseled by God himself, she has the perfect proportion of muscle tone and feminine softness. She always brings me to the point of no return when I feel that hard to achieve muscle tone at the same time that my hands and/or hips make her strong muscles jiggle.

She expertly mounts me, I feel extremely grateful for having the girl of my dreams since middle school. I feel her perfectly fitting on me as we become one. I spiritually feel we are sharing our most intimate feelings in this act, psychologically our bond is growing stronger and physically we know each other to perfection.

My hands immediately go to her outer thighs, it seems like I activated a switch, as soon as I touch her silky, strong thighs, she starts riding me, making me slowly build up the cannon to forcefully shoot inside her, I instinctively start thrusting in contrary motion to her sexy way of riding me, unusually (I think, as I have never been with another girl) feeling her strong outer thigh muscles bouncing firmly (the whole muscle together, no waves of soft jiggle) and, at the same time, I feel her inner thigh soft, tender area jiggle softly, the waves hitting my hips back.

After a couple of minutes I feel Camilla's climax is building up, so I move my hands to her inner thighs to feel her feminine sexy jiggle. That pushes me over the edge and I tense my body as I shoot life giving liquid inside Camilla as she shudders reaching the peak as well.

I am surprised, I don't recognize myself, my tent doesn't deflate, instead, I pull Camilla off me and, lifting her left thigh, I start thrusting into her again, this time, however, since I am holding her thigh and she is not using any strength, I feel all her thigh and calf muscles strongly jiggling in my hands, I move from the back of her thigh, to her outer thigh, the front of her thigh, I almost lose it when I feel her quads jiggling and giving in. I can't control it, for the second time, I shoot strong inside her.

As she slowly lays on the bed, finally resting, I let her know: "Sorry my Love, I couldn't help the second round, I know I promised only one, hope you enjoyed it the same way I did." I slowly close my eyes, softly caressing Camilla's inner thigh, as she has it intertwined, and we drift off to sleep.

Enid's POV

Since I had finished my drink and I had cried enough over Safe Haven, I agreed enthusiastically. We both jumped in the pool and began to swim a few lengths, laughing and weaving our way through the various kids and their inflatables. One of which was a dinosaur

After a lovely dip for what turned out to be over an hour we decided to discuss our evening meal

'Shall we try the Japanese place again' Melissa suggested. 'It might be slightly less rammed tonight'

I agreed and after we both had a brief shower and dried off, we changed into our evening wear and went to the Japanese restaurant

It was luckily less busy than the first night.

Melissa's pov:

Enid readily agreed to join me in the pool saying she had enough crying over her book for now. We enjoyed swimming in the pool for just over an hr even if we had to sometimes weave our way through the various kids and their inflatables.

After about an hr we were both getting hungry and decided to discuss where we wanted to have dinner. I suggested the Japanese restaurant as I felt it would be less busy tonight seeing as how it was the middle of the week. Enid happily agreed saying she had enjoyed their food last time.

We hurried to our room, took turns showering to remove the chlorine from the pool and then changed into our evening wear. Nothing fancy, but slightly fancier than our lounge clothes from our time at the pool earlier.

We then headed to the restaurant, lucky to find we were right and it was much less busy than the last time we ate there. This time we could enjoy our dinner with nice conversation.

I feel Jarrod softly patting my thigh the next morning indicating I should get up. I'm surprised he's still in bed. He tells me he decided not to go for his usual exercises as he was up a bit late last night enjoying me. He then tells me it's time for breakfast.

After breakfast Jarrod surprises me by taking me to a sports clothes shop. He tells me he's going to buy me  a pair of convertible pants he knows I've been wanting. I can't help but get so excited I decide to wear the pants out of the store. I give him a seductive look as we get into the car.

I slowly unzip the bottom of my pants while Jarrod watches. After I'm left with shorts that only cover to the middle of my thigh. He immediately drops his left hand on my right inner thigh. He begins to caress it up and down from the hem of my shorts to my knee and back up again. I shiver a little, never getting enough of the sensations I get when he touches me.

On our way to Dublin we stop at Skerries, then Malahide to stretch our legs. Although a bit breezy I decide not to put my pants back on as I know how much Jarrod likes to see my legs flex as I walk.

We walk from Malahide to Portmarnock admiring the coastline. After seven minutes we turn back and walk the eight minutes back to the car, then we make our final stop at Howt to walk the beach. We admire the beach and the sea lions, but most of all we admire each other. I can't stop thinking of how lucky I am to be with such an amazing man and feel my eyes begin to fill with happy tears. I grab his hand and give it a subtle squeeze as my tears find their way back into my eyes.

As the most perfect day is ending we return to the car and go to the Luxury Rental Dublin Sir John Rogerson's Quay for the night. On the way I confess that I wish our trip was longer as Ireland has always been my dream and now that I'm finally here I never want to leave. It finally hit me that we only had one more full day here before we would be traveling home and I could feel another wave of tears beginning to sting the backs of my eyes.

About halfway to the Quay Jarrod responds telling me not to be sad about leaving Ireland as we could always come back. He then turned to look at me and noticed the tears filling my eyes. He turned off the road and parked in a deserted spot then began to tenderly caress from just under my eyes to my lips with the backs of his fingers. That was it, the dam broke and thick, hot tears started to pour out my eyes and flow down my face, streaking my now flushed cheeks.

Jarrod quickly leaned in and delicately kissed a tear from the middle of each of my cheeks while using the backs of his fingers to wipe streaks I didn't even realize were still on the outer corner of my eyes. He then looked me lovingly in my eyes and said we we could always come back on our anniversary next yr as he gave me a reassuring smile. He then slowly brushed my lips tenderly with his thumb while saying that it didn't matter where we went hiking as the best part was not where we were but that we were together and that he got to see my sexy leg muscles jiggling just for him as I walked.

I finally felt my tears subsiding as I said "I appreciate your kind words but I don't want our relationship to be just about me. I want you to pick where we go on our anniversary next yr. As long as we're together I'll be happy."

With that Jarrod turned the car back on pulled out of our parking spot and finished our drive to the Quay so we could rest for the night.