I felt a warm desire gnawing hungrily inside my bosom at the thought of the stranger’s large hands roaming my body. Watching him from behind my dark sunglasses, I saw him gaze at my perfect breasts when I shifted in my poolside lounger and adjusted my bikini top.
He looked like the type of man who enjoys a pair of firm round tits spilling out from his grasp while furiously tenderizing my pussy with his hard-pounding cock. The thought made me horny, and I must have been sending him signals because he pushed himself off the side of the pool and swam toward me.
I felt the knot of anticipation tighten in my belly when he stopped at my edge and smiled at me. I smiled in return. As he lifted out of the water, rivulets of water ran down his muscular body, reflecting the sunlight and enhancing his form. He could have been a model. His body was perfect.
I wanted to lick the water droplets off his body. I was getting wetter with each flex and shift of his muscles. He stopped at the side of my lounger, giving me a broad smile and gentle nod that exuded his quiet confidence. He was sexy as hell!
He didn’t ask if he could join me and took it upon himself to occupy the lounger next to mine. If we had a contest to see who was attracted more to the other, it would be a tie. The lust in his eyes matched what I was feeling.
I wanted him, and I knew he wanted me. His lustful eyes raked my body from head to toe, and I liked it.
A tanned resort waiter in a tight, pale blue polo shirt and tight white shorts approached us and asked if we would like anything. The stranger’s gaze never strayed from my body as he asked for a strawberry daiquiri for each of us. The waiter cocked his head to the side to see if I agreed. I nodded and winked.
“It’s on me.” The stranger’s deep voice pulled my focus from his toned thighs to his lush lips.
“So generous of you, especially at an all-inclusive,” I said in a humorous response.
He chuckled, leaned back against the lounger, and closed his eyes for a moment, which was my moment to linger on his fine form and revel in his apparent interest in me. The sun from above beat down on me, adding a layer of sensuality to what I was already feeling.
“So, what brings you here? A wedding? A honeymoon?” he asked. I heard the desire in his voice; it did things to me—naughty things.
“Oh, nothing like that. I wanted a hot getaway and let my hair down. You know what I mean?” I replied in a sexy, breathy voice.
“A hot one? Umm, yes, I agree. Those are the best,” he stated while staring at my tits. “I happen to be here for those same reasons. I can’t think of a better place to find what we are looking for,” he added.
We both smiled at that and took our drinks that just arrived.
As I sipped my daiquiri, my new, nameless stranger asked, “What’s your name, beautiful?”
I looked at his handsome face, framed by dark, wavy hair, followed by my soft reply. “Janice, or Jan.”
He nodded and took a sip of his drink. Matthew, or Matt,” he said after pulling the straw from his lips. We both laughed.
“We’ll go with the short version. Nice to meet you, Matt,” I said as I reached over to shake his hand.
Instead of shaking my hand, he sat up, took my hand in his, and kissed the back of my hand. My pussy clenched in response. This man was smooth in every way.
“You are a gentleman, Matt,” I politely said.
“Make no mistake. I am a gentleman in every aspect of my public life, but not so in the bedroom.”
“And, what are you in the bedroom,” I curiously asked.
“A beast,” he replied.
His reply made my pussy throb and turned my nipples hard. In response, I took a purposeful sip of my drink, letting him watch condensation drip from the glass and rivulet down my cleavage. I licked my lips and lowered my sunglasses just enough to peer at him over the top.
“Getting ravaged by a handsome beast doesn’t sound half bad. Just the thought makes me wet. The anticipation would drive me wild,” I responded in a sexy whisper. I let my words sink into his mind as I took another sip of my drink, using my tongue to swirl the straw around before sucking.
His swim trunks looked snugger as a distinct bulge began to grow. Perfect!
I took another sip of my drink and lay back on the lounger. I closed my eyes and lifted my face to the sun. The tension was still palpable, and I heard Matt shift in his chair, most likely adjusting himself.
“Are you here alone?” he asked.
“Yes. And what about you? Are you here with someone?” I asked.
“Hopefully, I will be if you say yes,” he replied.
“Yes, to what?” I asked.
“Spending the night with me,” he replied.
“Then why not start now? Let’s grab our stuff and go to your room,” I said as I felt my blood beginning to boil with lust.
Matt knelt at the side of my lounger and kissed me. “Are you sure?” He asked.
“Yes, Matt. I want you to fuck me,” I boldly said.
We gathered our stuff, and I walked with him into the lobby and toward the elevator. Along the way, we held hands. I could feel his energy flowing from his fingers and up my arm. I was practically vibrating when the elevator doors opened.
My mind was lost in a sexual haze as he led me down the hallway. The concept of being taken like a whore by a man I just met turned me on, so much so the juice that leaked from my pussy smeared between my thighs as we walked.
Matt made short work of opening the door to his room and led me over the threshold. Expecting to be immediately swept up in rough, passionate sex, I was surprised when he leaned close to me and softly spoke, “You tell me if you want to stop at any time. I am not going to want to, but I will.”
I kissed him and ran my tongue over his. “Baby, I’m yours tonight. Do with me what you will,” I responded.
He grabbed my hair and forcefully tilted my head back. My mouth opened with a sudden gasp, and he planted an open-mouth kiss on me, nearly shoving his tongue down my throat.
Before I realized it, I was on the bed, on my back, with this Adonis of a man looming over me. His hands ran down my sides, leaving a burning trail in their wake. He looped his fingers into my bikini bottoms and slowly pulled them down my legs and off the curled ends of my toes, dropping them somewhere on the floor.
I felt the cool air kissing my wet pussy as I reached up to get at his swim trunks, but my hands were suddenly pinned above my head, and he was kissing me once more. He shifted both of my wrists together and held me by one of his hands while he used his other hand to explore my neck and my breasts and finally pulled off my bikini top.
His kisses led down my neck and over the swell of my left breast and circled his tongue around the nipple. At the same time, he used his fingers to pinch and roll the taut nipple of my right breast and turned me into an exuberant slut, jutting my breasts, surrendering to his pleasure.
Matt lingered on my breasts, sucking, licking, and biting, bringing me higher. He released my hands, and I grabbed his hair, pulling him closer. I heard him chuckle as he continued to like, suck, and grope his way down my body.
His grip on my thighs opened them wide, and he licked from my knees to my dripping core. I came undone as his lips latched onto my clit and sucked hard. My eyes shut, and a lustful scream sounded from my gaping mouth as my first orgasm hit.
Matt did not stop there. He turned the heat up as he continued to eat and finger my hot juicy cunt, still convulsing. Matt stuck two fingers in me and sucked on my burning clit. He fingered me furiously, and the orgasm I just experienced never stopped and continued into another orgasm, much stronger than the first, surprising myself as I squirmed and squirted all over his fingers, tongue, and lips.
“Yes, baby! Such a good girl,” he praised me while I was drowning in an ocean of ecstasy. “So hot, Princess, you squirted for me. Fuck yes!”
Did he call me Princess? I felt myself being turned over, and Matt’s large hands reached for my ass and squeezed my buns. Then, he lifted my hips. I spread a bit wider and tilted my ass in the air.
“That’s right, baby. You know how I want it,” he said as he moved in behind me. “Now, I am going to give you a better reason to scream when you cream,” as he teasingly rubbed his cock up and down my juicy slit. I bucked every time his cock touched my clit.
He pressed his cock against the entrance of my love tunnel. Then, he surprised me again as he smacked my ass hard enough to make me yelp. Then he made me grunt and groan and fall with my tits pressed against the mattress as he thrust his cock deep inside me. Matt grabbed the back of my hair and pulled me back up.
“No easy way out, baby. I want your big tits bouncing when I fuck you like the gorgeous slut you are,” he growled in my ear.
He released his grip on my hair, circled his hand around my throat, and tilted my head up to watch my face flush with passion when he started pounding into me hard and fast. His cock ran through my tunnel like a high-speed train burning up the tracks.
My tits were swinging beneath me and banging under my chin as I moaned and gasped for air, and I realized his hand had tightened around my throat. I was dizzily riding on a carnival of lust in the likes I had never felt before.
His cock moved like a fiery piston inside my well-lubed cunt. His plunges forced juice to drip from my pussy onto the sheets of the bed.
Matt was a relentless beast determined to pulverize my cunt to gain his pleasure. He growled and grunted, slapped my ass often, and called me Princess a lot.
“Ahh! God!” I moaned.
“Yes, Princess, I hear you,” he said. “Your pussy is perfect. Your pussy tastes like strawberry wine and fits perfectly to my cock. Your pussy is wet, hot, and MINE!” he growled and pressed his entire length inside me.
He reached under my carriage and grabbed my tits with both hands. He yanked on my tits as he fucked me like a wild man. I was feeling the pain and the pleasure mingle into a mind-blowing, toe-curling orgasm.
“That’s it! Cum for me, Princess!” Matt growled and thrust hard into me.
I continued to explode around his hard, pulsating dick, gushing and screaming and moaning. My entire body shuddered as he continued to thrust into me until he pulled out and shot a dozen ropes of hot semen all over my ass. I liked it, but I wished he would have warned me first. I would have sucked him off to a wild finish inside my mouth.
We collapsed on the bed, and he pulled me against his chest. He tucked his head into the crook of my neck and kissed me.
After a minute passed, he said, “I’ll be right back.”
He got up from the bed. Immediately, I was hit with the loss of his hard, warm body, but after the incredible sex he gave me, I didn’t want to move.
The bed shifted, and I felt a warm, wet face towel wipe his cum off my ass. I heard the towel hit the floor, and Matt pulled me into his arms again. I felt well-desired by the way he held me.
“You were great, Matt,” I said. “I rarely meet a man with a perfect cock, and knows how to use it,” I went on to say.
As I scooched into him, I felt he was hard again.
“Ready to go again?” I asked as I turned on my back and looked into his handsome brown eyes.
He leaned over me and said, “Baby, I am just getting started.”
I spend the remainder of my vacation with him. We were like a newlywed couple on a honeymoon and spent more time in bed than we spent out of it.
When we finally parted, he gave me his business card, and I gave him mine. He called me a couple of times. We talked about meeting again, but nothing is taking shape as yet.
