Vacation Victory

I couldn’t help by notice her around the resort, she was hard to miss. A flash of bright green eyes sweeping over the buffet at dinner time. Dark hair caressing her back as she strolled along the beach. Curves hugged tight in summer dresses and a smile that could bring a guy to his knees.

She appeared to be travelling alone. I hadn’t seen her with anyone other than staff. The few times I had seen her at the restaurants she was dining solo. The only company she seemed to keep was a book, the cover changing almost daily. Something we had in common. Whether I was at the beach or the pool a book was always within reach. Maybe I could strike up a conversation about books? A safe topic since we both enjoyed reading.

I wanted to approach her, chat her up, but it wasn’t my thing. Felt awkward to interrupt her to say hello. What if she wasn’t interested? What if she ignored me? What if it turns out she was really a bitch, and told me to fuck off? Not sure that last one would survive the fantasies I had about her. Not sure any of them would. And I had plenty of fantasies. Woke a few too many times with my cock in my hand and her eyes haunting a lingering dream. Safer to remain at a distance and try not to be the creepy guy staring at her. But that was becoming harder and harder not to do. She was a vision and I was starting to sense when she was around.

I had the perfect opportunity once to make a move, or at least have a conversation, but I blew it. She walked by my chair at the pool and picked up a random towel, asking if it was mine. Instead of giving a reply I just stared and nodded my head. When she handed the towel over I just kind of blank stared at it before she put it on my chair, smiled and waved goodbye. Silent movies had nothing on that scene. What an ass!

In fairness she was wearing a cute orange bikini, with her hair up, leaving her neck exposed. I became distracted thinking about how I could trace my tongue along her collarbone and down her cleavage. Thank goodness she dropped the towel because I had needed it to hide a swelling dick. I really wanted to know what she tasted like.

Now I was sitting in the same chair, with a towel on the ground in the hopes she would walk by and I would get a second chance at a conversation.

Yeah, I wasn’t stalking her at all.

I watched her arrive at the pool, stopping to survey the landscape and scope out a spot. It wasn’t that busy, only a few other people were here this early in the morning, so she had plenty of places to pick. As her eyes glanced over me I could swear she smiled, but it was hard to tell with the distance between us. Wishful thinking I’m sure. Yet to my surprise she headed my way, taking the spot next to me. Picking up the towel on the ground she quipped, “You have a knack for dropping these,” before setting it on the edge of my chair.

I just nodded and watched, like the creepy old man, as she pulled off her t-shirt and shimmied out of her shorts, once again in a bikini, this one black. She was curvy, but I could see strength in the movement of her muscles. She was strong, but soft. She was everything I was looking for in a woman, at least physically. Based on the books she was reading there was a brain under there. Unlike me apparently!

My god, I wanted her.

She settled into her chair and I shook myself of the vision of pulling down those bikini bottoms to see what she tasted like and settled into my book. Still not having uttered a word to her. 

We sat that way for the next hour, me reading the same page over and over as I failed to distract my thoughts from her thighs and how they would look wrapped around my head.

Putting her book away she sat up, stretched and made her way to the pool. Oh fuck. Now fantasies of her being wet and willing were going to invade my already overactive imagination. This woman was intoxicating. So I gave up trying to be subtle and watched her. She was doing laps so I felt safe that she wouldn’t notice the ogling. She had good form and sliced through the water like a knife. Back and forth I watched as her ass bobbed up to the surface and her legs gave gentle kicks propelling her forward. When she finally emerged from the water her hair was slicked back and water ran off her, pooling on the deck as she grabbed her towel and dried off. I was mesmerized and didn’t notice she was watching me, watching her.

“See something you like?” she asked, tone light and flirty.

When my eyes met hers, I was stunned. They were more green than I thought. Like a horny teenage boy I just nod. There went the cool charm I’d been building down the drain.

She laughed and finished toweling off.

“Well, if you can pick your tongue up from the ground, why don’t you join me for lunch? 1 o’clock at the beach bar.”

Not waiting for a response she grabbed her things, and with a wink sauntered away. What the fuck just happened? Did she just pick me up? Did I just get picked up? That’s never happened before. That can’t be right. But no, she said lunch at the beach bar at 1 o’clock. Checking my watch I see that it’s 11 so I have two hours before lunch. What the hell was I going to do for two hours? With a smirk I think of one thing I could do to pass the time.

Prowling anxiously around my room trying to decide if I should go or not. It still seemed surreal that she asked me to lunch. Was this a date? We were in Mexico, so did it matter? I was really tempted not to go. What if it was a joke? What if she didn’t show up? What if she does? What would I eat? What if I slop? Jesus. Fucking. Christ.

Even jacking off to the thought of those thick thighs wrapped around my head wasn’t enough to ease the anxiety. I shouldn’t go. I should just stay in. My growling stomach chimed in making the decision for me. I had to eat anyway, so I might as well go down. If she didn’t show up, whatever, at least I got lunch. Then I would hide in my room for the rest of the trip so I didn’t have to see her.

I got there a half hour early, grabbed a table and ordered a coke, almost wishing I drank alcohol so I could take the edge off. I sat facing the entrance but was unsuccessfully trying not to look at it. After about 20 minutes I was ready to give up and leave before remembering I was early, she wasn’t late. Just as I was about to get up she walked in. To say I was stunned would be an understatement. Like I had just taken a shot to the head and couldn’t focus. Yet I was hyper focused on her. She had curled her hair and pulled some of it back so it fell down her back but exposed her neck and chest. A green slip dress enhanced her eyes, hugged her curves and left little to the imagination. The smile she gave when she saw me almost stopped my heart. Damn. She looked really good.

I stood up as she came to the table and pulled out the chair opposite me, facing the water. She sat down as I pushed the chair in. I took a deep breath and was enveloped by the scent of her perfume, something sweet and like nectar. I find my seat, heart racing and breathing shallow. What was I doing here? With this goddess of a woman.

“I didn’t actually think you were gonna show,” she said, breaking the silence as she grabbed the napkin and draped it across her lap, “you’ve never said a word to me.”

Cupping her face in her hand she leans forward, smiling warmly. She really did have a beautiful smile. Crooked with a hint of teeth. Sitting forward also enhanced the cleavage on the dress, and my eyes lingered on the cleft.

“I’m Crista,” she introduces herself, offering a hand to shake. I take it, her hand soft and warm. I don’t want to let go, but I do.

“I’m Evan,” I blurt out, “sorry, if I’ve made you uncomfortable.”

She laughs lightly, the sound light and airy, “not at all. I’m rather flattered!”

Chuckling with her I start to relax. I decide to direct the conversation and make it about her. I start asking questions about her life and soon she becomes animated about what she does and what brought her to vacation alone. Throughout the conversation, she draws me out too, and I find myself answering her questions and sharing my own story. It was natural and easy. If I found myself anxious about what would happen next, overthinking the next steps to this lunch date, she would smile and it tempers the storm of emotions. I think she was flirting, giving me signals of interest and that made me happy. She was funny, smart, and beautiful. A complete package.

When lunch was over she suggested a walk along the beach. Not my favourite thing to do but if it meant staying in her company I was game. We wandered up and down the shore still talking until the sun was setting over the water and it was almost dinner time. I didn’t want the day to end and was summoning the gumption to ask her to dinner when she suddenly stopped and looked out over the water as the sun sank on the horizon. I watched as the light played over her face and her smile brightened in the rising twilight. She reached back, clasping my hand, pulling me forward. Standing next to her I towered, but she fit perfectly with my arm around her. Snuggling in she let out a contented sigh. Not thinking, I drop a kiss on the top of her head. Turning up her lips seek mine and I bend down to accommodate.

Her lips are soft, inviting, easy to sink into. Her tongue darts between my lips and I couldn’t stop my reaction. The groan that escaped me was deep as I wrap both arms around her, pulling her close to deepen the kiss. She tastes sweet, like the fruit we had for dessert. Her arms wrap around my neck, fingers running through my hair. My hands caress down her back, resting on her waist, hovering above her ass, tempting me. Nipping my lip she pulls back with a shaky breath.

“Wow,” she says, “you’re a good kisser.”

“So are you,” I reply. I can’t see her very well in the dark but I can still feel her heat. Pulling her in for a hug, my face nuzzles her neck, as she does the same. I keep her tight to me as we both just stand together, breathing in the night air and scent of each other. I want to ask her to come back to my room but can’t seem to form the words, so I stay holding her until she steps back.

“I like you, Evan,” she says into the dark.

“I like you too, Crista,” I answer, taking her hand and walking back towards the lights of the resort.

I don’t bother to ask her back to my room, I just lead the way. I open the door for her and she walks in, smiling. When the door closes behind us she takes my hands guiding them to her ass, as she steps up on tiptoes to kiss me. This time I’m more sure as my hands grab her ass, pressing her against the wall, mouth devouring hers. My hands move up her dress, cupping her breasts through the satin material. Soft, but firm they fit perfectly in my hands. Thumbs grazed over nipples, feeling them harden at my touch.

My hands push the straps of the dress off her shoulders, the silky material pooling at her feet, leaving her naked except for a blue lace thong. I groan as my eyes and hands take in her body. Soft hips and belly, tight nipples, and strong arms and legs. I take my time tracing the curves of her body, mapping the soft skin, wanting to memorize every inch. If this is the only time I get to see it I wanted to imprint it in my mind. I sink to my knees, burying my face in the soft belly, mouth seeking and tongue tasting, hands cupping her ass to pull her closer. My mouth moves down as fingers pull the scrap lace of cloth off her hips, exposing the seductive core to me.

The smell of her hits my senses first, musky and full. Slipping my thumb between the damp folds of her pussy, sliding over her clit I probe her hole. A small gasp escapes her and I look up, cheeks flushed and eyes bright she looks down at me, watching as my tongue follows where my thumb was. The moan that hits my ears is all the motivation I need as I press my full tongue against her clit, and my thumb as deep into as it will go. My other hand grasps her thigh, lifting her leg up and over my shoulder. Her hands dig into my scalp as her balance shifts as I get deeper into her. Increasing the pace of my thumb and tongue I can feel her tighten around me as the orgasm builds.

“Don’t stop,” she whispers, “don’t fucking stop.”

Taking my cue from her, knowing she was close, I maintained rhythm and pressure. I raise my eyes to see her head back, eyes closed, lips parted as she panted. I felt her squeeze around my thumb as she came, hips pushing forward burning my face in her juices, which I eagerly collect on my tongue.

Pulling my head back by my hair I look up to her half smile, eyes flashing with desire and promise, “my turn”, she growls.

Disentangling from me she steps back, giving me room to stand. Once standing I grab her head and bring her in for a kiss, tongue pushing into her mouth, sharing the taste with her. Her hands pull at my belt and she has my pants undone, cock wrapped by greedy fingers that didn’t touch. I step back, pants falling and her hand lets go. Knowing how big I am, and how my girth can shock women I search her face for rejection but find the opposite. Hungry, no fear she falls to her knees, beckoning me forward she wraps her hand around my cock again. Eyes up with a smile of invitation her mouth sucks the tip in.

Jesus. Fuck. Every nerve ending was firing. Warm, wet, tight her mouth engulfed every inch, to the back of her throat. I can feel her try to relax her throat to take me deeper but it wasn’t possible. My hands dive into her hair, hips thrusting as my cock moves in and out of her mouth. Her hands grip my thighs as she lets me fuck her mouth. Unable to stop, I watch the drool build up around her mouth and drip down her chin, dripping onto her tits.

Fuck that was an amazing sight. I almost come in her mouth, but there was another hole I wanted more. Stepping back quickly I pull her and kiss her wet mouth. She’s breathless as I pick her up, laying her on the bed. I could smell her arousal, see it in the wetness on her pussy lips. Not sure how much longer I would last I dove into her pussy with my tongue, lapping at the juices freely flowing from her. Her hands grip my hair and she cries out as the orgasm runs through her. I slip a finger inside and find her tight and the muscles contracting around me. Fuck this. I stand up and ease my cock inside. She’s tight so I go slow, letting her adjust to me. The deeper I went the tighter she got. Closing my eyes I took a few deep breaths to regain control.

When I was fully in I stayed still, feeling her contract around me. I open my eyes and find her rubbing her clit, watching me. Eyes hooded I could see the need in her face. She wanted more. Insatiable minx, I thought. Hands on the inside of her thighs I thrust down into her pussy. This position gave me the deepest angle and I knew I couldn’t hold back much longer. I quickened my pace and her fingers move faster. I feel the tight squeeze of her muscles clench my cock and I can’t stop, I push deep and explode inside her. With short thrusts, still, deep inside her I empty my balls. Her cries of pleasure were music to my ears and I watched as more orgasms rack her body.

“Don’t pull out yet,” she whispers.

I lean over her, hands on either side of her waist, and watch as her fingers still work her clit, she rolling her hips up and down, riding my semi-hard cock. Twice more she orgasms before collapsing, depleted of energy. Her eyes half open and she looks at me with a contented smile.

“I really like you, Evan.”