Holiday Romp

I have never been more stressed out in my life. Planning my wedding was driving me crazy. Between the florist, the caterer, and my mother, I was ready to shoot myself. Seeing how stressed I was, my fiance offered to send me away for a week, all by myself, just so I could relax. Our wedding was in six weeks, so I took him up on the offer and booked myself a vacation in sunny Miami Beach, Florida. (using his Visa, of course!)

Right away, I knew the vacation was going to be great. When I got to the gate at the airport, the customer service lady offered to upgrade me to Business Class for free! Yay me! I took full advantage and had myself a few mimosas on the plane. Already tipsy when I arrived in Florida, I took a cab to my very upscale hotel on the beach and checked into my room. I called Ryan, my fiance, and let him know I was ok. I passed out not a few minutes later.

The next morning, the sun rose just before I did. It was 7 am and I was ready to hit the beach. I threw on a red string bikini, a nice thick layer of SPF 40, and headed down to the water. There was no one around but a few joggers, so, I lay down on my tummy on a gigantic beach towel and undid the straps of my bikini to avoid tan lines. I must have fallen asleep, and awoke to,

“Excuse me ma’am, would you like a beverage?” Forgetting that I had undone my bikini, I rolled over suddenly and exposed nearly all of my C cup breasts to the gorgeous man standing over my towel. Words escaped me He was Hispanic (I guessed Cuban), about 6 feet tall, beautiful physique and a very sexy accent. I clutched at my breasts, and stuttered,

“Um, um, ah, yes, just a Diet Coke with lime please, uh, uh, I’m sorry what’s your name?” I blinked up at him. The sun was directly behind him and I was having a hard time making eye contact…but I wanted to.

“Alex, ma’am, my name is Alex,” he replied, smiling. He took my room number so the hotel could bill me, and promised to bring back my drink in a few moments. As soon as he was out of earshot, I murmered to myself,

“Holy shit, hottest guy on the planet!” Immediately I reprimanded myself for thinking that way. I was getting married in 6 weeks to a WONDERFUL guy who loved me immensely. Ryan treated me like a princess and here I was soaking my bikini bottoms over a hotel worker in Florida! I smacked myself internally…but couldn’t ignore the puddle that had begun to form in my bikini.

Just like Alex promised, he returned with my drink and a bag of snack mix.

“You look hungry,” he said. He knelt down to give me the drink and I got a better look at his face, and into his eyes. I gulped.

“I am,”: I replied flirtily. I implied so much in that statement, and I meant to. I took out some money from my beach bag and handed Alex a generous tip. He smiled.

“Enjoy the sun ma’am,” he said and turned and walked away. I watched him go, and marveled at his ass in his navy blue uniform shorts. I knew I was in trouble.

Later that afternoon, after a light lunch, and a long shower, I wandered down to the hotel lobby, a little bored. I was browsing the tourist brochure rack when I saw a familiar figure in the corner of my eye. It was Alex. We made eye contact.

“Hello ma’am,” he said, smiling. I noticed he was still in uniform, so I felt it was ok to ask him for something. I touched his arm as he passed me.

“Um,. Alex,” I said, “could you bring up some more towels to my room?” He smiled a little wider.

“Yes of course ma’am. I’ll be up in about five minutes. Room 720 correct?” he replied. I smiled and nodded. He turned and walked away. I bolted to the elevator and made it to my room in record time. I ran around the room like a chicken with my head cut off. I had never done this before. I was engaged, what was I doing?!?!?! All I could think of was those gorgeous brown eyes, those full red lips, those strong, tanned hands. I wanted to know what he tasted like, smelled like, felt like. I wanted him….fully. And just then, there was a knock at the door. I took a deep breath, and opened it. And there he was. No longer in uniform, but holding a pile of towels nonetheless.

“Hello ma’am,” he said, “I’m on my way home, but I brought up your towels for you.” I grabbed his arm and pulled him into the room. As soon as the door clicked shot, he dropped the towels, and threw his arms around me. We didn’t kiss. There wasn’t time for that. I pushed him against the door, and ran my hands up his chest. I could feel his heart pounding. I undid the buttons on his shirt, and threw it to the floor. His chest was perfectly smooth and tight, his nipples the size of half dollars, dark brown and taut. I licked them gently, and ran my tongue down the centre of his chest. His hands were in my hair, and he moaned as my tongue reached the waist of his jeans. I undid the button, and unzipped the zipper, and as I did, his erection grew from standard to stupendous, and I pushed his jeans down over his ass. He wasn’t wearing underwear, and his perfectly shaved cock stood at full attention, just waiting for my mouth. I knelt in front of him and took the head of his cock in my mouth, sucking it gently. He moaned. I stared up at him, and he smiled, his hands still in my hair. I took him further in my mouth, my hands holding his thighs for balance, and leverage. Before I knew it, he was deep in my throat, and I was loving every second of it. I began to suck him in full strokes, eventually bringing my hand into the action, rubbing the lower 4 inches of his cock while sucking the top 3 (or 4-who cares, it was gorgeous!) His knees began to weaken a few minutes into my sucking, so I stopped, not wanting him to cum too soon.

He stepped out of his pants, and I took his hand and led him to my bed. He looked a bit like a puppy. Not a brand new puppy with no clue what to do, but one who only wanted to do the right thing and please his master. He smiled at me with anticipation and waited for my command.

“Put your hands on me,” I said. He put his hands on my neck and slowly ran them down my chest, his fingertips brushing my nipples through my sundress. He reached up behind my neck and undid the string that held it up. He slid it down my body, revealing my breasts. He bent and kissed them ever so softly that goosebumps rose on my skin. He pushed the dress down further, over my hips, and kissed my belly button. He pushed it down even further, down to my ankles, and kissed the front of my pussy. I gasped. Just the warmth of his mouth alone caused me to flood with excitement. He rose and as he did, lifted me by my waist, and placed me on the bed. He came over top of me, and began to run his tongue over every curve and crevice of my body. He began at my earlobes, teasing along them, down my jawline, down my neck, in and out of the hills and valleys of my collarbones. Around the curve of my breasts, over and around my nipples, licking, then blowing gently on them. Down my tummy, over my hip bones, into my belly button again. All the while I lay there, my hands in his hair, my eyes watching his every move, my heart pounding in my chest, and my brain….shut down. I couldn’t think. If I did, I would stop this fantasy. I would push him away, overwhelmed with guilt. And I didn’t want that. Ryan and I hadn’t had great sex in weeks, due to the stress, and his ridiculously busy schedule. I needed this dammit, and I was going to have it. Shuttup brain! Stop thinking! I spread my legs for Alex, and he ran the tip of his tongue along my pussy lips, around and around slowly, ignoring my clit which I thought might explode in anticipation. He looked up at me and smiled. And I smiled back. Before I could even take another breath, he touched the tip of his tongue to my throbbing clit, and I nearly came. He licked a little harder, then a little harder, then a little harder. His tongue was firm and moist, and touched every nerve ending I was created with. He darted his tongue in and out of my lips, making me tingle in places I didn’t know could tingle. I almost couldn’t take it anymore, and then he stopped.

“Whaaaaa?” I said quietly. He smiled and laughed a little. I didn’t say another word. I knew he was teasing me. He gently inserted a finger inside me and began to finger fuck me. With his other hand, he rubbed my clit. I was oozing my juices all over the bed, and he would occasionally take out his finger and suck it.

“You taste so sweet,” he would say, in that deliciously sexy accent. I smiled and blushed, and he went right back to work. After 15 minutes or so, I couldn’t take it any longer. I grabbed his head in my hands and said,

“I want you inside me,”

He moved up on the bed, and we lay facing each other. He manouevered himself so he could slide inside me. I took a deep breath, and he pushed his way in. I felt my body resist momentarily, but the strength of his erection made its way deep inside me. He began to move in and out slowly, his hand on my hip, pulling me to and pushing me from him. His other hand was cupping my face, and I moved my mouth to suck on his middle finger while he fucked me. He rolled his eyes back in his head as we moved together. It felt great, but I wanted to feel his weight on me, I wanted to run my hands over his body as he drove into me. I pulled closer to him and whispered in his ear,

“Alex, do you want to fuck me?” He exhaled and slid out of me. Shit, I thought to myself, I’ve freaked him out or something. Nope. He threw me over onto my back, and spread my legs. Wow! Yes! Omg yes! He drove his cock inside me, and began pounding me. He was holding my legs open, squeezing my ankles. My tits were bouncing wildly and I was screaming with every thrust.

“Yeah, that’s it, fuck me. Fuck me hard,” I said. He closed his eyes and thrust even harder. I reached down to rub my clit, and came, screaming like a crazy woman while he pounded my pussy. He came a few minutes later, and blew cum all over my tummy. He was panting, still stroking his cock after he came, and he winked at me.

“Thank you ma’am,” he said. I doubled over with laughter. We cleaned up and he kissed my cheek, telling me he’d see me in the morning.

I ordered room service for dinner and passed out early, exhausted with pleasure.

Alex brought me a drink the next morning on the beach. He gave me an orgasm that afternoon, and every other afternoon that week. On my last night at the hotel, we fucked three times, and laid in bed afterwards, him holding me. We still had never kissed on the lips. He was very quiet, and I asked him what was wrong.

“Nothing,” he said quietly. He kissed the back of my neck. “Your fiance is a very lucky man.” He then rolled out of bed and went into the bathroom. I lay there reflecting for a few minutes, and before I had a chance to get up and go talk to him and try to explain, he was dressed and gone. The door shut loudly, and I leaned against it, feeling very bad for not being honest with him.

“Ah, fuck it,”: I said, laughing.

I flew home the next day, and Ryan met me at the airport. He complimented my tan and asked me if I had a good time. He asked about the hotel and if I had anything good to eat.

“Hotel was beautiful, and as for food, I had Cuban all week,” I replied with a smile.

The wedding went off without a hitch, and Ryan and I have been very happy together. Once in a while I ask him to talk to me with a Spanish accent, and to call me ma’am while we’re having sex. What a difference it make