There were two of them two handsome and very different men that made my pussy hum. Stefan was tall and rangy, a little on the lean side for my tastes, but he was good looking. Jake was shorter and solid, broad backed, slow talking, and funny. They seemed to have known each other for a while they had an easy going rapport.

The boys had arrived at my place on Monday morning at seven, and by the end of the day, we were on first name terms. They were building my new outdoor barbeque pit in the center of what would be the patio. But there was no patio yet, and no hot tub, either. Right now, there was only a bare circle of earth reminiscent of a crop circle if it had been made by aliens who were six inches tall.

At four o’clock, I brought out a six pack of beer, a pitcher of margaritas and a bowl of chips. “If y’all don’t have anywhere to be,” I said with a smile, “maybe you can have a drink before you go?” They were free, so we sat on some old chairs that had fabric splitting at the sides and drank and talked. The afternoon light gilded my dilapidated house, making it look charming. I didn’t care about its ramshackle appearance I bought the house for the land anyway. It was a mess, but it would look better after I spent some time tending it.

Our conversation was polite, but I sensed an undercurrent of attraction between the three of us. Sometimes it doesn’t take much if everyone’s thoughts are running in the same direction, and ours definitely were.

I shifted nervously in my seat I was wearing an old miniskirt with no underwear. Jake had been casting glances at my crotch for a half hour, not surreptitiously. I wanted him to. Stefan was being more polite, but I could see the desire glowing in his eyes. I swallowed the last of my drink and put the glass down. “Do you want to fuck me?” I asked Jake. He might have thought I was joking, except when his eyes flicked up to my face, he could see that I wasn’t. I opened my legs, and his eyes went back to my cunt. It was wet. I gently swayed my knees back and forth, as if there were a breeze. “You can,” I said, “but there’s something you have to do for me first.”

“And that would be . . . ?” he asked, one hand coming up to adjust his cock, which had gotten hard.

I pointed to Stefan. “I want to watch you suck him off before you fuck me.” Jake shot a glance at Stefan. I waited, caressing my bush softly, open palmed. “You suck him off, and then you fuck me. While you,” I looked at Stefan, “fuck him in the ass.” Jake’s body stiffened that was too much, so I altered my pitch. “With your finger,” I added. I leaned back and closed my eyes, liking the sun on my face. “Take your time deciding,” I said.

I lifted one leg, draping it over an arm of the chair and slowly inserted one finger into my cunt, pulled it out, and then slid it in again. The next sound I heard was the rustling of clothing and the sound of a zipper being pulled down, so I opened my eyes. Jake was naked and on his knees in front of Stefan, sliding his jeans down his slender hips. I leaned forward to get a better look.

“Take him in your mouth.” The words came out as a gravelly whisper, but he heard it and did what I said. Stefan had a long cock, the kind that’s big already and doesn’t get much bigger just harder. His ball sac was long, too, brushing against his thighs even with his cock drawn up in Jake’s mouth. “Suck him,” I said, and he did. I went over and knelt down behind Jake, pulling off my tank top. I rubbed my breasts against his sweaty back. I dragged my fingers through my slick cunt and reached around, rubbing my juice on his cock. He thrust into my hand, groaning. I put my mouth against his ear. “Grab his ass,” I said. “Put your fingers in his crack.” He did that, too, and Stefan jerked, shoving his dick deeper into Jake’s mouth. Stefan’s hands came down hard on his friend’s shoulders, fingers digging into muscle. I stroked my hand up and down Jake’s cock, slowly, selfishly not letting him come because I wanted to save his erection for myself. The only noises I could hear were the rough bellows of their breathing and the wet, slurping sound of Stefan’s cock moving in and out of Jake’s mouth. I pulled my skirt up and rubbed my cunt against Jake’s bare ass. “Make him come,” I whispered. “Do it now. Make him come.” And when Stefan did, jerking and trembling from his climax, I said, “Swallow it swallow it for me.”

Seconds later, I lay down on my back in the grass, pulling Jake down on top of me. “That was good,” I crooned. “That was so good.” I opened my thighs and lifted my hips, rubbing my clit against his engorged cock. Stefan was down on his knees, breathing hard as he recovered, but he was watching us.

“Come over here,” I said to Stefan, and he crawled on his hands and knees, moving gracefully, with sweat dripping off his brow. “Put your fingers in my pussy,” I said. He wedged a hand between us, and I jerked up when his thumb brushed against my clit, which was slick and throbbing. He did it again, before diving deep to scoop up some of my honey. When his thumb was slippery wet, I pushed his hand away. “Put it on his hole, smear it around.” I put my hand on Jake’s cock, guiding the tip to my cunt, but holding him off. I could feel the desperation building in him as Stefan teased his asshole. Then I let him inside, feeling the hard thrust of his cock through my fingers as he pushed into my cunt. My head fell back. I didn’t know what kind of cock he had before it got hard, but it was hard then, and that was all that mattered. I could feel the exact instant Stefan slipped his finger into Jake’s ass: Jake made a strangled sound deep in his throat, the muscles of his belly tight against mine. He drove himself into me with no restraint, the way I wanted it. I bit his neck, hard. “Don’t come,” I said. “Don’t come. Keep going.” I meant it to sound like an order, but it came out like a helpless plea.

“Bitch,” he said with a smirk, but he slowed down long enough to kiss me, rubbing his tongue against mine. “You come,” he said breathlessly. “You come when I fuck you.”

I wanted to hold on, make it last, but I was losing control. My thighs were trembling, sweat covered my skin the only rhythm I had was the one Jake imposed on my body. I forced my eyes open to watch Stefan. He was on his knees in the grass, the thumb of one hand deep in Jake’s ass, the fingers pressed in a half circle on the rise of his buttocks. His other hand was fisted around his cock as he jerked himself off. I felt the noises start in my throat, the little noises I always make when I’m about to come, when I’m coming. Jake thrust into me so hard that my body moved in the grass, and he spilled himself into me as I splintered around him, clenching hard around his spent cock so he moaned and moved his hips more, just to please me.

We lay in the wreckage for a while, breathing hard. Then I got up and adjusted my skirt, put my tank top back on. I smiled at them. “Nice job,” I said. “I’ll see you boys tomorrow.”

Ms. Cecily K., Beaverton, Oregon

Around the bar, David was known for his thick, golden tipped . . . mustache. Every time I saw him, I couldn’t help but tease him about the cost of mustache rides. He kidded me back, of course. It was a thing we did a little friendly ribbing. Or at least, we did it until last night. See, David is the bartender at my favorite watering hole. There’s always been a lot of sexy banter between us, and I thought that’s all he wanted. But when I arrived last night, he changed everything.

“Tonight’s your last chance,” he said, watching me pony up to the glossy wood bar.

“What do you mean?”

“I’m shaving my mustache off in the morning, so if you really want that mustache ride . . .” He let the sentence hang unfinished in the air.

“Are you serious?” I couldn’t believe how sad I felt. I loved David’s mustache. The way it curled there, insolently over his lips, the shimmer of gold in the dark reddish brown whiskers. I reached out before I could stop myself, and I actually stroked his mustache with the tips of my fingers. “Don’t shave!”

“Give me one good reason why I shouldn’t,” he challenged me. I noticed that he didn’t seem upset I’d stroked him right there at the bar.

“When do you get off?” I asked, “Work that is,” I continued before he could make some wise ass remark.

He looked at his watch and then said, “Two hours. Can you wait that long, Connie?”

Could I? After all this time, I wasn’t sure. But I did my best. I squirmed on the bar seat, imagining how those whiskers would finally feel against my pussy lips. I was carried off to fantasyland for those 120 minutes, until David came around the bar and took my hand. I had on a short, fuchsia satin skirt, and I hoped I hadn’t left a wet spot behind. I didn’t turn around to look.

After a brief discussion, we decided I should follow David to his apartment. He lived closer to the bar than I did. I wondered along the way if we’d end up having any of that awkward conversation that happens sometimes before fucking: Will we or won’t we, should we or shouldn’t we? This wasn’t a one night stand between strangers, but we’d never come close to even kissing before.

Thankfully, our lust outweighed any uncomfortable etiquette. There was no hesitation at all. As soon as he unlocked his front door for me, we were at each other. Kissing was amazing. The brush of his whiskers wasn’t rough at all. His mustache was silky against my skin, and I started grinding my hips forward, wanting to feel those whiskers someplace else. He kissed me as long as he could take it, and then he went on his knees and shoved my skirt to my waist and started licking me through my panties.

Let me tell you, that felt sublime. I realized that I had never been dined on by a man with a mustache before. All my previous beaus had been clean shaven. What are the odds of that? David’s whiskers tickled me even through the barrier of my undies. I could actually feel the outline of his mustache pressed against my pussy. But after a few moments, I needed to feel it on my bare skin.

“Hold on,” I begged, moving slightly out of his embrace. “Let’s go somewhere we can lie down.”

He led the way to his bedroom, and as soon as we got there, I stripped. I wanted him to kiss me everywhere, tickle me all over with his gorgeous mustache, show me what a real mustache ride felt like. David seemed to understand exactly what I wanted. He started by kissing my lips once more, and then he moved down my body. I wriggled all over as he brushed his upper lip against the flat of my belly. Then I sucked in my breath. This was the moment I was waiting for the moment I had been waiting for, if I were to be honest with myself, for nearly six months.

As I should have expected, David teased me. He didn’t dive forward when he reached the split of my body. I had to arch my hips upward and beg him.

“Are you sure?” he asked. “You know, I’ve heard women can get addicted to mustache rides.”

“Just do it,” I stammered, losing all self control. “Lick me!”

My clean shaven pussy was a dramatic opposite to the roughness of his furry upper lip. As soon as I felt the whiskers against my skin, I started to come. Maybe it was the build up all that banter over the past months or perhaps it was the delicious foreplay he’d treated me to. Whatever the reason, I began to climax, my thighs tightening around David, and my pussy spasming.

Luckily for me, David didn’t consider this the end of the night. He waited me out, until my body was still once more, and then he started up again, as if I’d never orgasmed at all. Slowly, carefully, he licked my pussy. He parted my lips and dragged his tongue in a straight line down and then up again. He pressed his whole face against the split between my legs and shook his head back and forth so that I could really feel those whiskers against me. I realized I was getting my juices all over him, and I wondered if my scent would linger in his mustache when we were done. That thought turned me on even more. Maybe he’d kiss me, and I’d taste myself!

Before I could even spell out this fantasy, David made my wish come true. He shimmied back up the bed to plant a wet kiss on my lips, and I did taste my own honeyed juices on his whiskers.

Then back he went, before I could even breathe, to finish up the job. He nipped my pussy lips, sucked my clit into his mouth and rubbed it with his tongue, and used his mustache to tickle me everywhere. I was keening under my breath, beating my hips against his mattress, and gripping fistfuls of his hair until I finally reached my second, even more powerful climax.

Relief made me speechless for several moments. And the moments turned to hours as I drifted to sleep in David’s strong embrace. In the morning, I woke up to find him gazing at me with a sweet smile on his face. I was thrilled to see that he hadn’t shaved yet! I stared into his deep green eyes, and then traced my fingers over his whiskers.

“Are you really going to shave?” I asked, feeling truly despondent.

He grinned mischievously at me, and shook his head. “No, I like it too much.” The way he said the words made me unravel the whole plan of the previous evening.

I punched his arm. “You made that all up just to get me into bed!”

“Hey,” he said, starting to kiss his way down my body once more. “That means you can keep having as many free mustache rides as you’d like.”

When he put it that way, I couldn’t help but smile. But soon my smile turned to sighs of bliss as he let me feel those pleasurable whiskers one more time.

Ms. Connie S., Worcester, Massachusetts

Zoe and I are constantly being asked if we’re a couple. Whenever we’re at a club, out to dinner, or going for a run together, people assume we’re an item. Men and women alike want to know whether we’re dating and, when we say no, they ask why not. But Zoe and I are both straight mostly.

Although we’ve never done anything more than hold hands or share a quick kiss in public, we have hooked up a few times in private. Zoe is absolutely gorgeous, and she loves to flirt, and every now and then, one thing leads to another and we end up in bed together.

Take last Thursday night, for example. A friend of mine hosts a party at his club every Thursday, and usually I skip it in favor of working late or getting some sleep. But Zoe had heard about the bash and wanted to go, so I’d agreed to take her.

We had a few drinks when we got to the club, but we spent most of the night in the middle of the dance floor, jumping around as the DJ spun upbeat records. The room was packed with attractive people, and we each found more than a couple good looking men to dance with. Unfortunately, because it was a weeknight, most people started taking off pretty early, and eventually Zoe and I were left dancing with each other.

I didn’t mind having Zoe as my dance partner. Although she wasn’t a sexy man, she was still incredibly sexy. We danced as close as we could, grinding against each other. Our bodies writhed together to the beat, and we started flirting as we moved to the music.

Zoe grabbed me and pulled me to her, pressing herself against me and making it impossible to ignore the heat between us. The club started to empty, but we didn’t stop dancing. The more we swayed and shook, the more it turned me on and I could tell Zoe was getting aroused, too. Her neck and chest were flushed, and her nipples poked through her dress, her lack of a bra making them easy to see.

I was admiring her breasts when Zoe leaned in and kissed me. I was surprised, but only for a split second. My shock quickly wore off as I started to kiss her back. It wasn’t the first time my girlfriend and I had kissed, but our close dancing and the loud music made it seem somehow hotter. When we broke to catch our breath, we were apart only a second before we closed the distance and locked lips once again. Our hands started to wander as we made out, and soon we were flat out groping each other. We couldn’t keep our hands or lips off each other.

As soon as the lights came on in the club, announcing last call, we broke apart again. We didn’t even have to discuss what to do next. I grabbed Zoe’s hand and dragged her out the door. We hailed a cab at the corner, and I gave the driver my address before letting Zoe pull me in for another kiss. We made out in the backseat of the cab until the car stopped in front of my building, and I’m sure we gave our driver quite a show. Our short dresses were hiked up too high to be considered appropriate and the top of my dress was pulled down, showing off my bra. We didn’t care, we just wanted to get closer to each other.

I tossed the cabbie a $20 bill as we scrambled out of the car and raced up to my apartment. The door was still swinging shut when we started to strip out of our clothes. We kicked off boots and heels, peeled off tights, and pulled up our dresses until we were standing in my living room in only our underwear. Then we were on each other again.

Now that we had complete privacy, we got hot and heavy. Our passionate kisses and frenzied fondling took on a new level of urgency, and we were soon completely naked and laying horizontal on the couch. I reached between Zoe’s legs and felt her pussy, which was dripping wet. Knowing that I’d caused that, that I was the one who’d turned her on so much, excited me, and I pushed two fingers inside her juicy cunt. I thrust my fingers inside her for a minute, making her jerk and moan every time I hit her hotspot. I did this for only a minute, then quickly pulled my hand away and licked my fingers, wanting to taste her. She was delicious!

I tried to move down so I could give Zoe’s pussy the proper attention, but she wouldn’t let me. She held me still and kissed me, then took my fingers into her mouth so she could taste herself. She seductively sucked my fingers, making my pussy throb, and as much as I wanted to eat her pussy, I wanted her to suck mine even more.

Zoe must have read my mind, because as soon as my fingers popped out of her mouth, she guided me into the sixty nine position and began stroking my pussy with her fingers. I took a minute to enjoy the way she was touching me before I dove in and covered her cunt with my mouth. Her pussy was absolutely dripping, and I lapped up as much of her honey as I could. I started laving her pussy with my tongue, catching all the drops that had escaped my mouth, and delving deep inside her to find more.

While my mouth worked over Zoe’s cunt, she used her fingers to bring me pleasure. She started by caressing my mound, each stroke bringing her fingertips closer to my clit. The anticipation alone was driving me crazy, and I knew that as soon as she touched my button I’d be a goner.

I kept sucking and licking my girlfriend’s cunt as her fingers slowly worked at getting me off. As soon as I felt her brush my clit, I moaned loudly, the sound muffled by her pussy. She lightly ran her fingers over my clit several times, and each touch felt more deliberate than the last. But she made me wait almost a full minute before she actually rubbed my erect clit. When she did, though, I screamed like a banshee. It sent a shockwave of ecstasy shooting through my body, and I wanted to feel more pleasure like that.

Zoe kept her thumb on my clit as she let her other hand wander to my slit. Again, she teased me, her fingers brushing over my pussy lips several times before they ventured into my cunt. Once she’d worked a finger inside me, however, she was quick to add a second, third and fourth digit. My pussy felt deliciously full as she thrust her fingers in and out of me, her thumb rubbing my clit the entire time. It felt wonderful, and it distracted me so much that I had to keep reminding myself that I wanted to eat her pussy at the same time.

While Zoe used slow, careful touches, I licked her frantically, my tongue moving rapidly over her clit and then thrusting just as rapidly into her cunt. Her breathy moans and gasps let me know that I was doing a good job, but she never changed the pace of her own ministrations. Even when I brought her to climax during which she filled my mouth with juices and cried out loudly she kept her touches slow and sensual.

Zoe had me on edge for what felt like an eternity, her careful thrusts and calculated caresses bringing me closer to my climax without taking me all the way. I was going mad waiting for her to finally bring me off, and she knew it. With my mouth still sealed to her pussy as I sucked up a fresh pool of juice, I begged her to make me come. I cried into her cunt, asking her to hurry up and let me climax once and for all.

She finally brought me over the edge by leaning up and trailing her tongue from the very bottom of my wet slit to my hard, throbbing clit. That simple touch was all it took to drive me to the edge, and I dug my fingers into her thighs as I wailed in pleasure. It was one of the best orgasms I’d ever had!

Even though my girlfriend and I aren’t a couple, we still know how to please each other, and we always find new ways to do it. Sure, we love hooking up with the guys, but when we need to get off and there’s no one else to help us, we know we can always count on each other.

Ms. Anna M., Philadelphia, Pennsylvania

The thought of being watched had never turned me on very much. To be honest, I’d never really considered it. But it turns out that exhibitionism for me, at least boiled down to one thing: Opportunity.

My husband and I had chosen the most expensive hotel at a popular couples destination for our anniversary getaway because it had a pool on the roof. It had been ages since we’d gotten away, and we were going to wine and dine each other and yes, fuck. A lot.

On our first night away, we had a lovely dinner before heading off to enjoy the pool.

I can still remember Jason saying, “This is not a pool. This is a bathtub.”

He was right. If it were twelve by twelve feet, it would have been a miracle. But we climbed in anyway because the night was mild and the water was warm, and we had the whole thing, as small as it was, to ourselves.

“You do realize we could do very dirty things in here, yet remain clean,” he said.

His hands gripped me under the shimmering blue green water, and I leaned in to give him a kiss as our hands wandered over each other’s body. Then things really started heating up as he pushed past the leg of my bathing suit and slid a finger into my pussy, making me moan softly.

A shoulder high wrought iron fence ran the perimeter of the rooftop pool, and here and there you could see lit windows of rooms that were no doubt identical to ours. I thought of all the people who were staying in those rooms.

“Someone might see,” I protested, albeit weakly.

But then Jason shocked me into silence by saying. “I hope so. In fact, I think you need to press that pretty body of yours to the fence and give them a better view.”

A shiver shot through me that had nothing to do with warm pool water and a cooling night. It had everything to do with my handsome husband and sex and the eyes of strangers upon us. Could I? Would I?

“I can’t,” I said, but I didn’t sound so convincing even to myself. I wanted to do this I could feel the want swelling inside me.

“Oh, I think you can,” he whispered, his mouth pressed to my ear. His finger slid deeper into me, and he curled it just so. My pussy clenched up tight around him, and I sighed because it felt so good. “In fact, I think that now it’s in your head, and it’s all you can think about.” Jason pinched my nipple fast and hard, making me stiffen. “You want it bad.”

“I . . . ”

My words died off. He was right. My pussy was beating in time with my pounding heart, and all I could imagine was him taking me up against that fence with someone watching. Maybe more than just one someone.

An entire audience.

My nipples spiked and my pussy flexed, and I nodded. “Yes,” I barely spoke aloud.

“Yes, what?” He grinned, and the pool lighting made him look half demon, half angel.

“Yes, let’s. Let’s do it.”

I let him lead me to the fence. I let him put my hands up on the ornate spikes at the top. My breath rushed out of me when he pulled my bathing suit top down so that my breasts spilled free, my nipples going instantly hard in the cool night.

Jason’s hands smoothed down my sides, and I broke out in goose bumps, feeling him touching me so brazenly. Knowing that anyone could be watching from any window. Or several people. Plus, knowing that the door to the pool area could come open at any time because someone might want to swim.

We could be caught several different ways, and somehow that suddenly made the situation so much hotter. I was wild with lust.

Jason was rough enough to make my pussy wet when he pulled my hips back so that my ass tilted toward him. Then he pulled my bathing suit aside and pushed his fingers into my cunt. I gasped and wriggled back against him.

“See, I’ll even let you keep your bathing suit on. You always were so modest.”

I nodded dumbly. I had nothing to say at that point. It was surprising even me that I was so into this. All I wanted him to do was fuck me. I didn’t want to flirt or play. I was too far gone for that, imaging all the curious eyes at various softly lit window.

“Do you think anyone’s watching?” he asked, reading my mind.

I nodded and sighed.

His fingers dipped into me deeper, pressing places in me that made my knees feel weak. The temperature seemed to be dropping again, and my nipples pebbled, my skin awash with bumps from the chill of the air.

“Do you think they’re watching us and touching each other?” Jason had his lips pressed to my nape as he whispered. One hand was rough on my left nipple the other was parting my nether lips and probing my soaking slit.

“Yes,” I said both to his ministrations and his question.

“Do you think if it’s a lone watcher, he’s touching himself?” His cock pressed against my pussy, and then he was inside me. I was so wet that my body took him easily. I curled my fingers around the tops of the wrought iron bars.

“Yes.”

“Stroking his cock. Making himself harder and then harder still,” he whispered as he started to move short, hard thrusts that lifted me up onto my tippy toes.

Somewhere in the hotel something banged, and we froze for a moment, thinking someone was coming thinking we would be caught. The adrenaline only made it better. I felt wetter and tighter he felt harder and bigger.

I swore I saw a curtain move, and I moaned softly, my hair tickling my cheek as my body quivered.

“Or touching herself, if it’s a woman,” Jason whispered. “You touch yourself, too.”

I obeyed, lost in the moment. My fingers were shaking in fact, my whole body was trembling, and I stroked myself hard enough to make me fear I might come right away.

Jason gripped my hips and tugged me toward him as he thrust forward. My toes curled to the concrete, and I held on to the cool, metal fence as his circles against my clit grew firmer.

“Come for me. And let them hear,” he said. His voice was so raw I knew from our years together that he was close to climaxing.

My eyes were half closed, but I clearly saw a curtain move and stay slightly parted. I gasped, “I think ”

“I see it,” he said, driving into me harder. “I think it’s a couple, and he’s going to fuck her now. She’ll keep her face pressed to that window as he mounts her . . . ”

He knew that word got me. Mount a dirty, little secret word between us.

“And?”

“And they’ll watch us fucking while they fuck. They’re probably fucking now. She’s pressed there to the glass, and he’s fucking her and . . . ”

His breath went rough and staccato, and then I pinched my clit hard, making myself come. I was loud for him, just like he’d asked. But also because I knew it would push him over the edge. The fastest way for Jason to get off was to witness me getting off.

I clenched my internal muscles tight around him, and he pinched my nipple again, milking a few more spasms out of me and a few more cries of pleasure. And then he was coming, too, banging into me so hard that my knees started to sag.

He caught me up, though, and didn’t let me fall. “Wanna get back in that bathtub?”

“Sure.”

“Maybe we could do it again later,” he whispered in my ear. He put my bathing suit back in place to cover me. It was an almost chaste gesture.

“I think we can.”

“And not just here.”

That little hotel with its tiny rooftop pool wasn’t the last time we put ourselves on display. We’ve had quite a little tour of subtly public sex over the years, and we’re still going strong!

Ms. Fiona L., Los Angeles, California

I was by myself in Jamaica, taking a vacation from it all. I had gotten a great deal on a ticket through one of those Internet discount sites, so on a whim, I left a day later, hoping to get away from the cold and dreary winter. I arrived there giddy with excitement at the prospect of a week on a hot beach, but instead, in a land known for sun and fun, I was in the midst of a hurricane watch. That’s why all the skimpy bathing suits I’d packed in hopes of turning some heads stayed in my suitcase. I had thought that I might meet a sexy islander or two, but soon I was thinking that I’d be lucky if I ever got out of my hotel room. My luck soon changed, however.

It had rained steadily for the first two days of my weeklong vacation, and the winds were whipping around the trees. There wasn’t much to do, though I finally ventured out of my room to eat lunch and down a few cocktails in the hotel restaurant, trying to get into the swing of things, but it didn’t seem to be working. I was feeling really horny that day, but as I scanned the room, I didn’t see the type of guy I was hoping for. So, for lack of anything better to do, I made my way through the tropical storm back to my room to rest for a while, figuring that maybe I would return to the bar after an hour or so.

As I padded up the stairs and down the hallway, both of which were outdoors, I was blown about by the wind. There were just a few more feet to go before I would reach my room when suddenly, a good looking man, bald and sexy, rounded the corner and bumped into me. He seemed somewhat startled by our meeting and quickly apologized, putting his hand on my hip to steady me. As he looked at me with his intense brown eyes and smiled, it was like we were frozen in time. Still holding on to my hip, he asked, “So, anything going on in the bar?”

“Yeah,” I managed to stammer, “a lot of people are there waiting out the storm.”

He grinned again and I blushed, and then I hurried to my room. After talking to myself for several minutes about what I should do, I changed my outfit, choosing a skimpy sundress that showed a good deal of my large breasts and firm thighs. I put on a pair of high heeled sandals, and then brushed my long blonde hair, freshened my makeup and went back down to the lounge, hoping to run into that sexy man again.

I found a seat at the bar and ordered a daiquiri. For some reason, I was so nervous that I could barely think straight. I surveyed the room, looking for that special smile and that handsome face. Where is he, for God’s sake? I thought impatiently to myself.

Finally, I saw the good looking stranger emerge from the other end of the bar. He took a seat, not right next to me as I’d hoped he would, but down near the end. Still, it was just close enough to get my pussy juices flowing. He looked over at me nonchalantly and once again caught my eye. I was dying inside, waiting for him to approach me and wishing that I had the nerve to go over to him. The longer I waited, though, the more I let down my defenses and my courage started rising.

The DJ was playing some really great dance music, and I decided that I couldn’t sit still any longer. But before I could make my move, the man made his by walking over to me and taking my hand. We wandered onto the dance floor, which was jammed with hot bodies, all glistening with sweat. He told me his name was Keith and asked me mine. Then the music slowed and we danced more closely, our rhythms falling together. He kissed my neck all over and when he whispered to my ear, “Come with me,” I succumbed.

We left the bar and ran across the resort, the rain drenching us to the bone. He led me to his room, and when we entered, he offered me a drink. I asked for a glass of wine, and he poured two, and we took them to the deck outside his room, which was on an upper floor. Since it was in the corner, it offered a lot of privacy even though we were basically outside not that anyone was in the pool or on the beach below us, raining as hard as it was.

We sipped our wine for a while, the pounding of dance music off in the distance. The rain fell steadily all around us, soon coming down more gently. We stood close together by the railing, looking out over the beach, and then suddenly, he leaned over, pulled me toward him, and started kissing me. We shared a number of deep, passionate kisses, long and hard, our lips open, our tongues moving together.

It began getting dark, and though the tropical night air was slightly cool, things heated up quickly. We peeled off each other’s clothes, right there on his balcony. Keith cupped both his hands over my large, heavy breasts and leaned forward to suck on my nipples and bite them gently, causing my pussy to dampen even more. Meanwhile, my hands traveled down his muscular chest until they eventually reached his hard cock. I wrapped my fingers around his shaft and gave him a good squeeze, making him moan into my mouth.

We stood there together for quite a while, rubbing our bodies against each other’s and kissing passionately. Then, without saying a word, Keith scooped me up in his strong arms and carried me back inside his suite. He brought me into his bedroom and gently placed me down on the bed. Kneeling by my feet, he spread my legs with his hands. Then he crawled up between my creamy thighs, grasped me by the hips, and plunged into my cunt with his tongue, sucking and licking my swollen clit. All the while, I was pinching my sensitive nipples and thinking, God, that feels so good. Please don’t let him stop.

Keith’s tongue swirled all around my clit, and I had to hold back my orgasm because I didn’t want to come just yet. I breathed long, slow, hot breaths, trying to control my lust, when all of a sudden he began sucking me with a vengeance. I couldn’t hold back any longer and exploded in a violent orgasm against his mouth, pulling at the sheets as my body thrashed around on the bed. He kept licking me through it all, swallowing down my juices, though they still left a gloss on his lips and chin. Finally, after much pleading on my part, he let up and I fell still, satisfied and exhausted.

We both lay there for a moment after that, as I regained my senses. Then he got up and stood in front of me in all his naked glory and pulled me up toward him. I grabbed his tight, muscular ass and took his cock into my mouth, licking and sucking his throbbing shaft while I caressed his balls with my hands. I kept doing that until he moaned in delight, but it wasn’t enough for him.

Taking a step back, Keith pulled out of my mouth, pushed me onto the bed, and plunged his hard dick into me. My cunt tightened around his shaft as he began fucking me with slow, deep strokes. Then he pulled out for a minute and teased me with just the head by rubbing it over my wet pussy, and I jerked every time it nudged my overly sensitive clit. Again, he plunged into me, filling my pussy to the brim. But instead of starting to fuck me again, he pulled out once more and turned me over to do me doggy style, our bodies now drenched in sweat.

We changed positions one more time so that he was on top of me, looking into my eyes. His stare pierced right through to my soul, and we fucked harder and faster, our sweaty bodies slapping together. He lowered his head to take one of my nipples between his teeth, and I cried out as he bit down lightly. He did the same at the other breast, but this time he didn’t let go, sucking the swollen nub as he thrust his dick into my clutching cunt. I reached around and grabbed his asscheeks, pulling him more deeply into me as we fucked at a furious pace.

I could hear the sounds of reggae in the distance, as well as that of the rain falling softly on the balcony. Keith’s grunts and my moans soon joined the chorus of noises coming from outside. My arousal, which had been building all day, soared higher and higher until I finally reached another climax. I dug my fingers into my lover’s asscheeks as my body quivered and shook, and he held me more tightly to him, never letting go. My pussy must have given his cock a good massage because he came a second later, blasting a load of hot come deep inside me.

I spent the rest of the night in Keith’s room, and more specifically, in his bed. If you really want to know the truth, I spent the rest of my vacation there, fucking and sucking, barely noticing the rain that hardly let up the entire time. We did get one nice day at the end, which we spent on the beach and frolicking in the ocean. We even managed to fuck under the water just a short distance from the other patrons of the resort.

So, maybe I didn’t return from Jamaica with a tan, as expected, but as one of my friends pointed out, I did come home with a nice glow. And that’s all thanks to Keith!

Ms. Tricia P., Toledo, Ohio