by Mia Moore
“Well, it’s not kosher to fuck at the bar,” Frank muttered. He put his hand on my back. “Let’s find a place that’s a little more private.”
“My room’s on this side of the resort, where’s yours?” I asked.
“Screw that, let’s get a little wild,” his eyes were dancing.
“Okay, you’re the one with the experience.”
“Good.” He stopped and looked in my eyes. “Care for a bit of a swim?” Before I could say a word, he bent over, and with a single motion, took the hem of my dress in his hands. Straightening up, he pulled it up. Wordlessly, I raised my arms and in a second I was standing naked.
It happened so fast I didn’t have the chance to feel self conscious. One moment I was in a sexy outfit, and the next moment all I was wearing was my sandals. Well, what’s good for the goose… I squatted down in front of Frank and linked my fingers into his Speedo slowly pulling it down.
His cock sprang out when the edge of his swimsuit (now that’s a stupid word for what is basically a male thong!) got past it. I pushed it down past his knees and let it drop the rest of the way. I encircled his cock with both my hands and looking up at him, squeezed his knob. I glanced down to see a thick clear drop of precum reward me. I looked back up at him and leaned my head forward. With a wet kiss, using my tongue, I cleaned off his slit, to be rewarded with a gasp.
“Let’s go for a dip, baby,” he bent over and hooking his hands under my armpits, stood me up. His hand on my ass, he guided me away from the bar towards a clover leafed shaped pool. It had a fountain in the middle of it that was shooting a jet of water about four or five feet into the air. I slipped out of my sandals at the edge, and leading me by the hand, we stepped down into it. At the opposite end from where we stepped in was a small cave with a water curtain cascading down.
I looked up at Frank. “I’ve read about that place—that’s ‘The Grotto’, right?”
He nodded.
“Then let’s go.”
It took a moment for my eyes to adjust to the darkness when we passed inside. We were alone.
He pushed me up against the wall and kissed me. Urgently. His tongue entered my mouth as soon as our lips touched. It felt almost as stiff as his cock pressing into my belly. His hands grasped me around my head as he pressed his face in.
Not to be outdone, I grasped him by the hair and pushed back. There were no caresses, foreplay nor any kind of tentative feeling out. We both knew what we wanted and were battling each other from the get-go like two cats.
I had never before been so turned on, so fast and so un-self consciously. My pussy was aching to be filled, and I craved his cock in my mouth. Those were the only two thoughts in my head, and for now, my pussy lost its vote. My earlier thoughts about a guy’s come had risen to the surface and took control of me.
I’m a big girl, yes, and I used it to my advantage. Frank was only an inch or so taller than me- less than six feet tall. He was in good shape, but he wasn’t the only person who was hot and ready. Still cradling him by the head, I pushed my ass off the wall, and turned on my toes, reversing our position. Now I had him backed up into the wall.
He broke off the kiss when he bumped into the wall. “That was pretty smooth—what are you a judo expert or something?” His voice was husky—a cross between a pant and a growl.
“No, just motivated.” I nuzzled up into his neck as my fingers began to pinch his nipples. I pinched each one hard, then ran my hand over his pecs. Feeling his ‘Mmmm..’ through his ribcage as well as hearing it told me I was on the right track. I like it when a guy is just a little rough when he’s turned on; it seemed Frank didn’t mind my passion in my fingers either.
I pushed into his chest and bent into him, taking one of his nipples into my mouth.
For just a second, I thought of Carrie back at the airport, and my pussy actually clenched. Gonna have to think about that later, Jess, get back to work.
I circled his nipple with my teeth and sucked hard on it. Not enough to leave a hickey, but as close as I could get. No sense in giving him a mark. Yet! He inhaled sharply. I released his nipple, and then blowing on it, I licked it with my tongue.
His hands were cupping me by the ass, he was spreading and relaxing my cheeks, digging into my flesh, probably leaving his own marks. I didn’t care—it felt good.
I left a trail of kisses down his chest to his navel. I circled it with my tongue—he was an innie—as my hands began to grab him by the ass cheeks. I could feel his cock brushing against my hanging breasts. His hands had left my ass when I bent down to his waist, now they were fondling and caressing my tits, his fingers spread, mashing my flesh. He found one of my nipples.
My nipples aren’t buttons—they’re top hats; they stand up from my boobs slightly, and when I’m aroused they become engorged and stiff. He was twiddling each one between his fingers, alternating pinches and strokes.
I moved further down, onto my knees, eye level with his cock.
His was shaped like a torpedo. He was circumcised, but there was almost no knob on the end of it—the fullness of his shaft narrowed at the end of his cock somewhat, no mushroom head. Which pleased me, because I knew I could get a lot of him into my mouth.
And that’s where I wanted his cock. In my mouth.
I looked up at him.
“I want to suck you off. I want you shoot your load down my throat.”
He smiled. “I’ve been here a week, baby, it won’t gag you, believe me.”
I stroked his cock and nuzzled into his shaved balls, licking them. “A taste will be enough, don’t worry.”
I began to stroke him. I held him firmly—almost too tight—and pulled at the skin outside his shaft up and down. I leaned in and began to dribble spit on his cock as I relaxed my grip. Now wet, I began to twist my wrist as my hand glided up and down.
Again, rewarded with a gasp.
My mind raced. I wanted to talk dirty to him before I put him in my mouth.
“Just make sure…” I circled the head of his cock and licked it with my tongue. I pulled my head back and looked up at him again. “Make sure you give me a good dose of your spunk. I want all you got.” I put my head back onto his shaft and pulled his hips into me, feeling the muscles under his skin tighten.
Thank God he wasn’t too big! I was able to get his entire cock in my mouth, without having to stop to relax my throat. He slid all the way in, my nose bumping up against his pubic bone. I drew back and pushed in again, and again.
Pulling back, I said, “Fuck my mouth like the cunt you want me to be. Fuck my face.” That moment, saying that, was different for me. I’ve always known most guys like being talked dirty to, but that moment, right then, I wanted to talk dirty. Not for him, but me. In that moment, I really meant it.
That was all Frank needed. “You really want it, bitch?”
I didn’t answer. Instead I grabbed him again and filled my mouth. Having already filled my mouth with his cock, I knew I could take it. His hands now knotted in my hair and he began banging my face. I kept my teeth out of the way, and let him have at me. I kept both my hands folded in front of my face, so that when he withdrew, they were able to wrap around his shaft.
I tried something new. As he was pistoning in and out, I tilted my head from side to side, pivoting around his cock. My tongue was able to caress different parts of his meat on each thrust. He must have liked it, because when I started to do it, he let out a gasp at first, then a growl.
His breathing was a long sustained growl, floating up and down in pitch with each inhale and exhale, my slurping and sucking mouth adding a counterpoint.
“You want my come, hunh, bitch? You need my jizz in your mouth?”
I popped my head back off his cock. I looked him in the eye, my own eyes wide. “Please!” God, guys love it when you beg. But I was also telling the truth. I needed him to spurt down my throat. I didn’t know exactly why and I didn’t care. I wanted his cum in my mouth. He needed a hole, and I needed a spurtin
I bent back to his cock, coaxing now the straining I felt build in his balls and in his ass.
His belly began to flutter and his breathing became ragged. He slowed his thrusts, which gave me time to really work his dick over. Now I was practically milking it, trying to pull his load from his balls.
“Here we go! Here we go baby!” I pulled my head back so my lips were just covering his cock from the crown to about a third of the way down. Breathing through my nose, I sucked on him as strongly as I could, my hand stroking the rest of him. I felt his cock quiver.
It was first just a dollop I felt on my tongue, sort of like a pre-spurt spurt. For a second I thought the poor guy had been really drained. I kept my mouth on him though, and learned that there was more to Frank. I was rewarded by another spurt that glistened over my tongue, then a second and a third one. I relaxed my throat and mouth, feeling the creamy semen glide down.
It was as yummy as I hoped.
I pulled my head back, and opened my mouth a bit for him to see my sticky lips, then went down on him again. The sight must have inspired him, because he spasmed twice more. I pulled my mouth off again, and looking in his eyes, continued to stroke and gently lick his pee slit.
He relaxed against the wall, letting go of my head to hold his own.
“Oh fuck yeah!” was all he could gasp out. “Oh. Fuck. YEAH!”
Mission accomplished. From first meeting to finishing Frank off, we hadn’t spent twenty minutes together. I smiled and stood up.
“Hey, baby, that was great.”
“You’re welcome.” I hesitated for a second. “You’re welcome Frank.” I bit my lower lip.
“Yeah… now I guess it’s my turn, huh?” he was smiling and willing.
“Frank?”
“Yeah?”
“What’s my name?”
Yeah, just as I suspected, his face went blank. Damn. Double damn on me for it making me feel badly. “Uhh… sorry, baby, I forgot.” His hands started caressing me. “I’ve had a few… okay, more than a few, and it didn’t register.”
“No problem. Not a big deal.” I turned away, feeling… well, like shit, to be honest. I had released my inner slut and now was paying the price.
He grabbed my wrist and turned me around to face him. I may be a big girl, but this guy was strong.
“Hey… I’m just messin’ with you, Jess.”
And just like that, all was well again. Dayum. He leaned in and kissed me.
This time it was a gentle kiss. Our tongues danced and caressed each other. He stroked my back, and my own hands glided down his. He brought one hand to the front and began massaging the girls again, gliding his hand up the side of them towards my shoulder. I let out a sigh. I love being stroked like that, not just having my boobs mashed.
“Now it’s your turn, okay Jess?”
I pulled away from him. “You said you were here with some buddies.”
“Yeah.”
“What do you think of all of us getting together?” I started to rotate my hips just at the thought. Wanton woman was back.
“You serious?”
I nodded. “But each of you will have to get me off.”
He grinned. “I don’t think that will be a problem, baby.” He cocked his head at me. “You’re really horny. You just get out of prison or something?” He said it with a smile though. “I mean, you’re… uhh…”
“Focused?” I said.
“Well, yeah.” He waved at the entrance to the grotto. “I’ve been here a couple times, and never met someone like you. I mean, don’t get me wrong—come down here after midnight, and yeah, women can be pretty straight forward about what they want after they get a few drinks in them, but you just got here.”
I took his hand. Funny how double standards can still work. It didn’t bother me… well, not a lot anyway. “I’m on vacation, and for this week, I’m just letting my inner slut take over. No guilt, just sex.”
He hugged me. “You’re a dream come true.”
“Well, big girls have to try harder.”
He pulled back. “You’re saying ‘fat broads’, aren’t you?”
I shrugged and nodded.
He cupped my chin in his hand. “Jessie, this was great. Don’t ruin it by being an asshole, okay? You’re as hot as a porn star, plain and simple. Shit—sure you got some extra pounds,” he squeezed my gut, “but you make it work, baby.” He let go of me. “You oughta realize that.”
“Yeah, sure.”
“Look, when I tell my buddies about you, I’m not going to be saying anything about ‘big girls’, okay? I’m going to tell them a hot, sexy bitch wants a gang bang and gives the best blowjob I’ve had in my life.”
“Really?”
“Yep. The best ever.” He cocked an eyebrow at me. “You’re not a professional, are you?”
“What?”
“You know, a porn star, or a hooker?”
“No! I’m a waitress!”
He smiled again and wagged a finger side to side. “The best. Ever.”
I squinched my shoulders up and down and smiled. “Just a natural talent, I guess.”
“Well, my buds will definitely want to meet you. Where and when?”
I thought for a moment. “How about tomorrow? I’m still exploring, if you know what I mean. That way your buddies can see me and decide for themselves.” I shrugged again. “If they decide to take a pass, that’ll be okay.”
“Not tonight?”
“No.” I kissed his cheek. “Just now was a real head trip for me, and I want some time to digest it, okay?”
He kissed me again. Like a friend—how the hell did that happen? “Yeah, okay, I guess. We’re heading back home the day after though.”
Hand in hand we left the grotto.
Chapter 4: Apology Accepted
When we came out of the grotto, I walked over to where Frank tossed my dress. I picked it up, and lifted it over my head.
“Uh, uh, Jess,” said Frank.
I looked at him. I could feel my eyes narrowing. Sure, there were a lot of women who were heavier than I, some with pretty angry stretch marks, and others with a lot of cellulite. Even so, I preferred a little clothes on, especially to cover my stomach. The only saving grace I can say about my gut is thank God my boobs stick out more. Looking at Frank, I started to slip the dress over my head.
“Hey, Jess, you got a great body—”
“Yeah, a regular fashion model,” I hooked the halter over my head and started to pull the dress down when he reached out his hand to stop me. “Look, I’m just putting my dress on. What’s your problem?”
He chuckled. “Yeah, you did say it’s your first day, first time. Let me put it this way, Jess. If you put that dress on, you see that guy over there?” He pointed off to the side where there was a guy in some kind of blue uniform watching us.
“Yeah? So?”
“The rules in this section aren’t ‘Clothing Optional’, Jess. They’re ‘Clothing Prohibited’. If you put that dress on, buddy over there’s going to come over and ask you to take it off. Or leave the area.” He stepped in and rested his hand on my arm. “I just don’t want you to be embarrassed, that’s all.”
“Oh.” I unhooked my head out of the halter top and bunched the dress up in my hand. And giggled.
“What’s so funny? C’mon, tell!”
I started to laugh out loud. “It’s just that… well, when we were heading into that cave and you yanked my dress off, I thought it was because you were so horny. Now I find out it’s because you were being a gentleman.”
“A horny gentleman.”
I went on tip toe and kissed his cheek again. “Why then I thank you sir.” He patted my back.
“Just bein’ neighborly, ma’am.”
I was really getting hungry. There was a snack bar right there, but I figured that by the time I got over to the main lobby area, the restaurant would be open. I hadn’t eaten since the plane ride, and was really getting hungry. Add to that the fact that after sex I always like a snack, the fact that I didn’t orgasm didn’t matter. Yeah, I had to get something to eat.
“Well, I’m going to trundle off now, Frank. It’s great meeting you.” I wanted a few moments alone right now. My concern was that he would be worried that I was going to latch onto him for the rest of his stay and I wanted to allay any fears like that. The irony hit me. If this was any other resort, and I just gave a guy a blowjob, we’d be joined at the hip for the rest of our stay for sure. Here, I didn’t want to seem too forward or something?
Yeah, I really needed to get my head around this place. I had thought, because I was given a rundown on Hedo by Lori, that I knew the score coming in. Instead, this whole boy/ girl thing was thrown on its head.
“You’re not going to stick around? My buddies should be stopping by soon.”
“I’ll catch up with you guys later.” His response was nice to hear.
I headed back to the lobby by a different route. Over past the pool and Jacuzzi area was the Nude beach, and I figured that I ought to at least check it out. When I came out of the pathway onto the beach area the sun was just getting ready to set. The sky was painted in layers, yellow blending to orange and a deep kind of red. A line of clouds on the horizon diffused the light into a fan of rays.
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