In the year since “The Big Breakup” the rut she had found
herself in had grown into a chasm of despair. The bitterness of the previous
two months had shifted and widened the fissures to such an unbearable degree
that she had bought her ticket to the Virgin Islands, went and shopped for
clothes and luggage during the 4 hour wait before her flight, and flew off in
search of those sun soaked beaches without telling anyone she would even be
gone. Being an introvert meant she had few close friends, and it would not be
unusual for them to not hear from her for a week. Being a freelance writer
meant she could do her job from anywhere, and had no boss to report to.
Besides, she had just finished the last piece on her to-do list, so she knew
she could leave her entire life behind her for a week to do as she pleased. And
she would, when, where, and however she wanted.
The success she had found as a writer and her meager
spending habits had afforded her the ability to make this trip on a whim, and
all those times she had passed up something she desired but did not actually
need all seemed worth it in this exact moment.
Given the fact she had been buried under layers of clothes
for months now, she was determined to wear as little as possible during her
week in St. Thomas
Lying on a hotel towel draped over the sand, eyes closed, she
easily lost herself in her thoughts. Falling into a mix of past memories and
current fantasies her body temperature rose above what was being caused by the
midday sun. She could feel each bead of sweat as it ran between her breasts.
She knew she was glistening all over, and it was glorious. As her daydreams
became more clear she could tell the wetness between her legs was growing
faster than that of her skin.
She couldn’t quite make out the unknown companion in her
thoughts. The details of his face were obscured, but his body and his touch
were perfection. He was kissing on her neck and chest as he probed her with his
strong fingers. She writhed around his imagined touch and bit her bottom lip.
A breeze startled her and brought her from her fantasies.
She was surprised when she opened her eyes to notice she had actually been
touching herself, her hand slipped under her bikini bottoms, right there on the
beach. She felt herself blush as she quickly removed her hand and glanced to
her side.
Dammit! she thought
as she saw him sitting there, a sheepish grin on his face.
“You seemed to be enjoying yourself,” he said “Why did you
stop?” His grin widened.
“I can’t believe I was doing that! I wasn’t aware,” she
answered as she quickly got to her feet and wrapped the towel around her.
“It’s all right. Honest! I was enjoying watching someone in the
throes of absolute bliss. You don’t get to see that in others often. You don’t
see it in yourself often, for that
matter.”
But she had already turned to head back to the resort. She
glanced back only briefly in his direction.
“Well, I’m glad you enjoyed it,” she murmured. “Me on the
other hand, I’m mortified!”
She hurried off, clutching her things, the towel wrapped
around her, and headed back to her room.
“You shouldn’t be,” he hollered after her. “I hope to see
you around.”
She felt herself blush a bit more vigorously. That one
glance she had taken had been all she needed to sear his image into her mind.
His body was as perfect as the man from her daydream; athletic and toned, but
not bulky. He had medium brown hair, crystal blue eyes, and a perfect smile. And
a definite erection in his shorts from watching her. The bulge was substantial,
and she smiled. He was the physical embodiment of her dream man, and his first impression
of her was her masturbating on a public beach! She felt a bit queasy, but she
was also shocked to discover waves of excitement flowed through her as well.
She reminded herself she was on an island in the middle of
nowhere. No one knew her here. No one cared who she was outside of this
paradise. She was here to get away and live a little. To experience life again
and break the shell which had been holding her captive for so long. The more
she thought about it, the less embarrassed she felt, and the more excitement
took over. She wondered what he was doing now. Would he be thinking of her and
maintaining that erection? Would he go back to wherever he was staying and jerk
off while thinking of her? She was getting so very wet again.
She needed to get back to her room. She needed a shower. She
needed to go out. She was feeling invigorated now, and she wanted to go
experience some tropical nightlife. She slipped out of her bikini as soon as
the room door clicked shut behind her. Walking into the large mirrored bathroom
of the resort she stopped and looked at her reflection for a moment. Her brown
eyes stared back at her unblinking, assessing her form. Here dark hair cascaded
over her shoulders, and looked remarkably good considering that she had spent
the last few hours out on the beach. The lack of wind and fact she had not
actually made it down to the water was certain to have helped in that regard.
She looked at the flow and curves of her body. She was proud of her body, sleek
and fit. She did not obsess about it, or even work super hard to keep in shape,
but it was nice. She knew others thought it was nice as well. Her breasts were
full and even, her dark nipples had always been extra sensitive and became
rigid at the slightest touch, breeze, or even naughty thought. She enjoyed the
way they often would be just visible under whatever she was wearing, as if
trying to poke through the fabric. Of course that was when she wasn’t forced to
wear layer after layer of clothing. Her stomach was toned; her hips and butt
were pleasantly round but tight. Her legs were long and strong; not muscular
per se, but sleek and sexy. Even though she had not been with a man in more
than a year, she always kept her pubic patch trim and clean. She didn’t like to
shave completely, but she did like to keep everything down there maintained. It
didn’t matter if no one else was going to see the results of her grooming. She
would, and she didn’t want to be confronted by unruliness when she disrobed.
Standing, gazing at herself, she thought what a shame it was
she had to stay so covered so much of the time because of where she had chosen
to live. She turned on the water and quickly jumped into the shower. She loved
the feel of the hot water flowing over her face and body, and she quickly found
herself thinking of the guy and her recent experience out on the beach. Before
she knew it her hand had drifted down to her sex again, but this time she stopped
herself. In that moment she made a decision; she was going to have sex. Tonight!
She was going to find someone to seduce, and she was going all out. She would
not allow herself to find release in the shower right now; things were building
at a profound pace, and she was going to make sure it culminated in a mind
blowing orgasm tonight, in the company of another human being. She needed intimacy,
and she would ensure tonight was the night she would find it again.
Shower finished, dress on, hair and makeup done, she slipped
on those pumps and headed out the door with a clutch that held little more than
her ID, credit card, key card, and a five dollar bill. If things went right,
she wasn’t going to be paying for anything tonight anyhow. In front of the
mirror again, she psyched herself up with a small pep talk.
“You’ve got this. You are a sexy young woman on a tropical
island full of people who want the same thing you want tonight. Passionate sex
with someone they don’t know! Leave your shell behind, go out there, and get
what you want!” she said aloud. She gave herself a quick wink and a grin, and
headed out the door.
Walking down the boardwalk back past the beach on the way to
what she presumed would be her first club of the night she saw HIM standing on
a patio outside the open window of a beach level room. Beer in his hand, the
man from before was now wearing khaki shorts and a polo shirt. Thank god it isn’t Hawaiian print, she
thought. That would have killed my
fantasy! she giggled to herself.
“Hey!” he called as he walked towards her. “I really was
hoping we would run into each other again.” He smiled.
“I actually kind of was too” she said.
“Really?” he asked, not convinced of her sincerity. “That
isn’t the impression I was left with earlier.”
He took a sip of his beer.
“I overreacted,” she explained. “I was embarrassed! I’ve had
some time to get over that.”
She stepped off of the boardwalk onto the sand of the beach,
nearer to him.
“The way I see it,” she continued, “is that you owe me.”
“Owe you?” he asked.
“How do you figure?”
“Well, you got to sit and watch me...take care of myself on
the beach earlier. It seems only fair if you were to extend the same courtesy
to me.”
She smiled, a mischievous grin.
Now it was his turn to blush. He smiled, a little uneasily.
“You’re serious, aren’t you?” he asked.
“You bet your sexy ass, I am!” she exclaimed.
“You want to come up to my room?”
“No, on the beach here, just like when you watched me.”
He conceded and told her to just give him a moment to run up
and get them a blanket from the room. She was shocked by her new found bravado,
and she loved it. She couldn’t believe what she was doing and she couldn’t help
but let a huge smile break across her lips. She was filled with anticipation
and desire.
But what if he didn’t return? What if the blanket was merely
an excuse to leave and not have to oblige her?
If that was the case, no loss. She would go clubbing as she
had planned.
She looked up and saw him coming back, the folded hotel
blanket under his arm. He’d either finished his beer or left it in his room.
He spread the blanket on the sand. She sat on one edge and
he laid down across from her, propping himself up on one elbow.
“All right,” she purred. “What are you waiting for?”
He just looked at her for a long moment. Then he slowly stretched
his free hand down to undo his shorts and pull them off.
“Leave the boxers on for now” she said as he took his shorts
and tossed them to the far edge of the blanket.
He nodded and slipped his hand into boxers. His fingers wrapped
around his shaft. She watched as his hand moved under the fabric and his cock
grew with the motion. Her eyes widened with excitement as the head peeked out
the fly of his shorts. She smiled and moved closer to him, continuing to enjoy this
private show and not quite ready to quit paying him back for the impromptu show
he had received earlier. She let him
continue for a minute or two before she moved in and began to tug his shirt off.
He paused his stroking and raised his arms so she could get it off him.
He sat there on the blanket wearing nothing but his boxer
shorts which did nothing to conceal his erection. She stood directly in front
of him and unzipped her dress. She slid it down to her ankles and kicked it to
the corner of the blanket. She was wearing a sheer black lace bra, black lace panties,
a matching garter belt, and thigh-high black stockings.
Dress out of the way, Monica knelt and pulled his stiff cock
through the boxer’s fly.
“Is it better when I do it for you?” she whispered.
He stiffened further at her touch.
“Yes,” he murmured. “Of course it is.”
“Good.”
She smiled, leaned down and took him into her warm mouth. He
sighed as she slid him down her throat and back out again. She then traced the contours
and length of his shaft with her tongue, her saliva lubricating him.
“And how’s that?” she purred.
“Oh my god, you have no idea how good that is!” he hissed.
“I must be dreaming.”
“This is no dream” she told him and went down on him again.
His cock throbbed in her mouth with every little change in
movement, and each response she received encouraged her to do more. She stopped
and slid his boxers off and threw them aside. Then she unhooked her bra and tossed
it into the ever growing pile of clothing.
Kneeling above his naked midsection she pulled his face to
her chest. He circled his arms around her and took her left nipple into his
mouth. He sucked it softly and it quickly grew rigid against his tongue. He
took her right breast into his hand and squeezed it firmly as he continued to nurse
the other. Then he buried his head between her breasts and kissed a few times between
them. She felt the slightest flicker of his twitching cock rising up and
rubbing against her ever wettening mound still concealed within her panties.
Every time his cock made that brief contact with her swelling clit, it sent
chills of anticipation and excitement through her entire body. She pulled his
head back and kissed him deeply. As she kissed him she lowered herself down and
slowly rubbed herself against him. She was maddening herself with the anticipation
of what lie ahead, intentionally teasing herself, taking herself to the point
where she would not be able to maintain control anymore and she would need his
cock deep inside her.
She stood again directly over him, and guided his hands to
detach her garter and remove her panties.
“You keep those when we’re done.” she mewed. “You can have
them to remember tonight.”
He rolled off her stockings and tossed them to the side.
They were now almost on even ground: he was nude, and she wore only her garter
belt.
She pushed him back and straddled his head and lowered
herself down to his lips. He immediately took the cue and probed her with his
tongue. He licked her with an untamed need, sucking on her clitoris in a way
that made her feel every ounce of his longing. Her lust had grown to depths she
had never experienced or even imagined, and she ground down onto his mouth with
an unbridled urgency. She quivered and shook as he explored each crease and
crevice. Her lips wrapped around his tongue as if wishing to swallow him up
inside. She held on as best she could, and at the last moment quickly sprang off
of his now very wet face. Something about smelling and seeing her juices dribbled
on his mouth and chin drove her wilder still. She could not take another
moment; she needed him inside of her.
“Is something wrong?” he gasped confused.
“No, this is perfect,” she assured him. “I just don’t want
to cum yet; not like that. I need you inside me.”
He smiled as she repositioned herself over him. Reaching
around behind her she lifted his rigid cock and guided him into her wet sex.
She gasped as she slid down over his length and felt him instantly stiffen
further within her. She pushed into him taking him deeper and deeper within
her. She was growing ever wetter. Every sensation grew more intense.
She arched her back as she rode him, shaking her head and
her hair around as she increased in both urgency and tempo. Leaning over she
kissed him deeply and nibbled his bottom lip. She had never taken this kind of
control before. It was new to her and she loved it. All this energy had been
pent up inside of her for so long and now it was erupting with a vengeance! She
was so wrapped up in the throes of passion she barely heard him urgently
apologizing that he did not think to bring a condom. She pulled her
concentration together long enough to tell him she was almost there, and she
would take care of him when she was done.
“Hold on for me!” she gasped between moans.
He nodded and gripped her hips tightly.
She drove her hips down harder, wriggling back and forth, grinding his pelvis. He ached
and throbbed inside her. She couldn’t think. The inevitable was imminent.
Her climax burst through her body with an intensity which
completely took her breath and nearly knocked her off her studly mount. He
grabbed her ass and helped her to continue riding him. Her fingers grabbed and scrabbled
down his chest as her orgasm continued, seemingly unending.
She dismounted him, giving both of them a chance to come
down. Her breasts heaved with her deep breaths. His cock throbbed and twitched
as he watched her.
“It’s your turn,” she said when she had finally caught her
breath. “Take me from behind. Just make sure you pull out in time.”
She moved into position. He rubbed the head of his cock over
her pussy lips teasingly, and she squirmed. He grabbed her hips once more and
thrust into her hard. It was exquisite. She moaned with pleasure which aroused
him even more.
One of the many things she loved about this position was the
feeling of her breasts hanging below her prone body, swinging with each thrust.
She had been in full control from the first word, and now found herself deeply
enjoying being controlled. She wanted him to take her. She wanted him to use
her to get the release he was craving!
He wound his fingers in her hair and pulled. She arched her
back in response. She was going crazy and knew that it wouldn’t be long before
she came again. He thrust faster and deeper, throbbing ever harder inside of
her and she came all over him yet again as he drove on and on. Again her orgasm
was intense. She almost missed it when he pulled out of her.
His manhood slid along the crack of her ass. A moment later
his hot jizz sprayed across her back, nearly up to her shoulder blades. She
could tell she had made him cum hard and the moment was tinged with the
slightest regret that she had not been able to feel it spurting into her.
He reached for his shirt and used it to wipe her back clean.
“What a gentleman you are,” she purred, looking back at him,
grinning. “Thanks.”
“Thank you!” he
said, panting. “That was simply amazing.”
“Yes it was,” she agreed as she slid her dress back up over
her shoulders. She didn’t bother to zip it, she didn’t bother to retrieve any
of her other clothes. She simply looked back and told him to enjoy the rest of
his trip, smiled, and walked away, satisfied.
She smiled and chuckled to herself as she headed back to her
room.
Next time she would have to ask his name.
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The public masturbation was hot. Seeing a woman on the beach with her hand in her bikini bottoms? That would be arousing. Arousing enough so that I understand why the guy would easily be convinced to return the favor. And then some.
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