I fucked her slowly for a short time, and as our pace quickened, our climaxes raced forward. Our hearts beat rapidly as I pushed my cock into her tight cunt. As we exploded together, our moans were long and loud, almost drowned out by the surf. We kissed as we lay in the fine sand that felt cool beneath our hot bodies.
We caught our breath and then walked into the water to wash off before dressing and heading back to the hotel. We slept for the next nine hours, exhausted from the trip and our lovemaking. It was a wonderful way to start a vacation and it only got better from there.
The next morning we dressed and went downstairs for coffee and breakfast. Looking out the window, we could see the early sunbathers strolling along the beach, some wearing swimsuits, some not. We finished our coffee and then walked along the water’s edge, holding hands and touching. Back on the beach, we chose a spot near Scott and Elise.
The sun was strong but a gentle breeze kept it from being too hot. I rubbed oil on Sheila’s body, watching her nipples harden. As I massaged her breasts, we noticed that Elise was rubbing oil on Scott’s cock, and they gave us a knowing smile. Aroused, I pulled Sheila from the blanket and walked with her into the blue-green water. As we kissed, our wet, naked bodies touching, I slid my fingers into her pussy. With one hand on my shoulder to steady herself, she stroked my cock with the other.
Scott and Elise were in the water not far from us and we knew they were doing the same thing. The ocean was calm, which helped me keep my balance as Sheila wrapped her legs around my waist. I pushed my cock into her cunt and moved in and out of her with a slow, sensual motion. Then I relaxed and let Sheila take me whatever way she wanted, enjoying each stroke of her pussy.
We heard Scott and Elise moan, and knowing that they had reached their climax excited us even more. Sheila’s rhythm quickened as our arousal mounted. Unaware of anyone else around us, I was kissing Sheila passionately as we exploded together in an earth-shaking climax. After holding her for a few minutes, I pulled out and we walked back to the beach, rather shocked by what we had done. We took a nap on our blanket and before we left, we invited Scott and Elise for lunch the next day.
We met them the next afternoon at an outdoor café. As we ate, they told us about a boat that carried passengers to an island for a luau. We told them we were interested, so Scott used his cell phone to make the reservations.
We split up so that they could sightsee while we shopped. Then we met at the pier at seven o’clock and boarded the large boat. As we sailed, we drank mai tais while sitting in lounge chairs and watching the sunset. As the sun slipped below the horizon, Sheila’s eyes sparkled in the final glimmering of light. Her hair blew softly in the gentle breeze and I could see the outline of her body through her sheer sundress.
We were soon in sight of the island and I could see what looked like a huge bonfire. As we got closer, we heard island music being played. The boat slipped into a dock where we eagerly disembarked and were led to the luau. Sheila and I walked with our arms around each other’s waist and I could feel her warm body pressing against me.
The four of us were seated at a table and served a rather strong, sweet drink in coconut shells. The show consisted of ten male and female islanders dancing to the music in front of the fire. The night was beautiful—the sky was crystal clear and the stars sparkled like diamonds. After a while, the movements of the dancers became more sensuous, their bodies glowing in the firelight as they touched. You could feel the electricity in the air. I kissed Sheila’s lips and could feel her pointy nipples through her silken top. Looking over at Scott and Elise, I could tell that they were affected by the highly erotic show. By the end of the evening, my cock was so hard that I thought it might burst.
We sailed back to the hotel and Scott and Elise invited us back to their room for a nightcap. I was anxious to get Sheila into bed so that I could fuck her silly, but she accepted before I could turn them down. From the gleam in her eye and the way she looked at Scott, I could tell she was thinking about doing more than just having a drink. To be honest, the thought of fucking sexy, blonde Elise had crossed my mind once or twice.
Luckily, we weren’t the only ones feeling that way. As Scott poured drinks, Elise came over and sat very close to me on the couch. She brushed her large breasts against my arm, and when Sheila smiled her assent, she reached between my legs and rubbed my cock. Sheila took that as an invitation to do the same to Scott, so she walked across the room to where he stood at the bar and wrapped her arms around his waist from behind. Drinks were forgotten as Sheila ground her pussy against Scott’s ass and Elise massaged my hard-on through my pants.
Elise and I began kissing, and over her shoulder I could see that Scott had turned around to embrace Sheila. He had slipped the straps of her dress off her shoulders and was beginning to unzip it. Meanwhile, Elise had undone my fly and was pulling out my cock. Her fingers felt great as they pumped my shaft, and I let out a low moan. My hand found its way up her dress, only to discover that she wasn’t wearing any panties! I buried my fingers in her wetness, eliciting a groan from her.
Scott and Sheila had moved to the bed, and my girlfriend was completely naked by now. He was between her thighs, eating her sweet pussy. From the way she was crying out I could tell that she was enjoying it very much. I undressed Elise and began sucking on her nipples. Then she helped me out of my pants and I mounted her, positioning my cockhead at the opening of her cunt. I thrust inside and was swallowed to the balls in one quick motion.
I fucked Elise hard and fast, and my balls slapped against her ass as I looked up to see that Scott and Sheila were doing the same. Only Sheila was on top, bouncing up and down over his erection. His hands were on her tits, squeezing and rubbing, and the sight of that made me go crazy so I quickened my pace, which brought Elise to a tremendous orgasm. Her pussy clutched my cock and I came a minute later, filling her with come.
I finished just in time to see Sheila and Scott reach their climaxes as well. It was thrilling to see her so excited to be fucking another man. She moved faster and faster over his dick until finally she was coming, too. Then she pulled off and quickly moved down so that as Scott came, she could catch his come in her mouth. I could tell that was for my benefit, and let me tell you, I definitely appreciated it!
We went back to our own suite to sleep, but met them for breakfast the next day. In fact, we spent most of our vacation with Elise and Scott, and it couldn’t have been more fun. When we left at the end of the week, we made plans to travel with them in the future. New friends and great sex—this trip turned out to be even better than we’d planned!
—D.C., Greenfield, Ohio
FOR AN AMERICAN CUTIE IN COSTA RICA, SURF’S UP—AND SO IS HIS COCK
I was excited about traveling to Costa Rica with my friend and her boyfriend, but wasn’t sure how I’d feel watching Pam and Rick canoodling during our vacation. Luckily, I got to do some of that myself with a hot Costa Rican surfer, whose strong hands and dexterous tongue made me shudder in orgasm after orgasm as we made memories of Costa Rica that I’ll cherish forever.
Pam, Rick, and I arrived in the early afternoon at Juan Santamaria International Airport just outside the capital, San José. Eager to get to the beach, we picked up our rental car and began driving south on Route 2 toward Dominical, a small surfing town on the Pacific coast. I relaxed in the backseat as Rick drove along the two-lane roads. Just smelling the rain forest air from my rolled-down car window and seeing the lush greenery of the junglelike woods made me feel more peaceful already.
Pam and Rick are big-time surfers and Dominical beach is known for its strong rip currents that make for excellent, but dangerous, surfing conditions that only serious wave riders attempt. Not much of a surfer myself, I was looking forward to lounging on the beach and working on my tan while my friends waxed their surfboards and paddled out to sea.
When we pulled into town that night—after driving by the dirt road exit a few times, since there were no signs—we found a small
hotel that offered us an apartment-style suite with two bedrooms, a kitchen, and hot water. Perfect. We checked in and then walked across the unpaved street to a soda, a cheap kind of lunch counter that was open all day. We ordered casado, a set bargain meal that is the Costa Rican specialty, consisting of rice, beans, chicken, and vegetables, that we washed down with guanabana shakes. Delicioso!
Then we freshened up and asked the hotel owner where we could get some beers. She explained this was a one-strip town, so we walked down the road until we came upon a bar decorated in a surfer theme. The tables were made out of surfboards, and there was some Elvis memorabilia to complete the scene.
We sat at the bar and ordered Bavarias, a Costa Rican brew, and toasted to a splendid vacation. Rick and Pam kissed passionately for a good few minutes as I sucked back my beer and tried to forget that I’d be sleeping alone. Luckily, that was about to change.
Since I’ve got very dark hair and eyes and have a year-round tan, I was easily mistaken for a tica—a native Costa Rican woman. So when a very sexy man—a tico—filled the empty seat next to me and started chatting in Spanish, I did my best to keep up the ruse that I was a native.
My Spanish didn’t last long, but I found out that this hot stranger’s name was Desi. That was short for Desiderio, which means “desire,” and this handsome stud couldn’t have had a more appropriate name. He was tall with a lean, muscled build and a white-toothed smile that melted my heart. His white tank top and hunter-green board shorts illuminated the richly tanned skin of his arms and legs, which were both covered in downy, light blond hairs. He had soft brown eyes and curly, sun-bleached blond hair.
His English was good from having spent time in California, checking out the surf. Now Desi lived in Dominical, working in bars off and on to support his surfing lifestyle. I introduced him to Pam and Rick and we all drank another cerveza before Desi led me out onto the dance floor. Normally I’m reserved when it comes to dancing, but heck, I was on vacation, and Pam and Rick were urging me on.
First there were a couple of fast songs, but then some Spanish music came on and things started heating up. Desi pulled me close so that he had one thigh between my legs, rubbing along my inner thighs, inching up my short skirt a bit. I got flushed as the heat of his flesh brushed against my smooth, bare skin, making me wet with desire. It had been a while since I’d had a good fuck, and I knew it wouldn’t be much longer until I got laid good and proper, Costa Rican style. Staring into my eyes, Desi asked in sexily accented English where I was staying and if we could go there, now.
Without thinking, I decided to go for it, my pussy weeping with need. I told Rick and Pam that I was leaving, and though it was barely a five-minute walk back, it took us nearly an hour since Desi kept stopping, pulling me close to him, pressing his body against mine, and kissing me. I could taste the ocean salt on his skin and smell the sea and sand in his hair, and it drove me wild.
I ran my hands under his tank top and pressed them against his chiseled chest. When he enveloped me in his strong arms the ache in my lower belly grew more intense. My whole body responded with chills to every touch of his hands and mouth as he groped me over my clothes, making me desperate for direct skin-to-skin contact. He kissed small circles on my neck, and despite the heat, chills ran up my spine.
When we made it to the room, I shoved all my stuff to the floor and pushed him onto the bed. Smiling, he looked up at me with those sweet brown eyes and held his arms out wide. I pounced on him like a wildcat, smothering his body with mine. Writhing against him, I felt the hardness of his cock pressing against his trunks. I eased off and pulled down his shorts, releasing what had to be one of the most perfect specimens of manhood I had ever seen.
My mouth watered at the sight of Desi’s cock—long and thick and complete with fleshy foreskin. I moved up to kiss him on the lips and suck his tongue for a moment and then stripped off my T-shirt and skirt so that I stood before him in my thong and black bra. Reaching back, I unhooked my bra to release my large, full-nippled tits for his viewing pleasure. He groaned at my near nakedness as I slowly peeled off my thong and tossed it to him. He brought it to his nose and inhaled deeply, telling me in Spanish how much he loved my scent. His sexy words drove me crazy as my pussy dripped juice down my thighs.
I rubbed my cunt in wide circles against his thigh, dampening his flesh. He groaned, raising his head to stare into my eyes as I ground my clit into him.
“Mi amor,” he breathed as he tossed back his head. I kissed him once more on the mouth, then lowered my lips over the head of his uncircumcised cock. Feeling the fleshy hood slide back, I slithered my tongue all over the crown, slickening it with saliva. His callused hands reached for my hair, smoothing it down my naked back as I moaned over his cock and slowly slid the meaty shaft down my throat.
Desi’s cock filled my face and I pursed my cheeks tightly around its width, suctioning as I wrapped my fingers around the base and then glided them up and down. He sighed when I loosened my grip to take him down my throat, and then I pulled off him to slather the head with long, hot strokes of my tongue.
I ground my clit hard against his thigh, rubbing my juicy pussy over him. “Come on me,” he whispered, and I obeyed, riding his leg as I planted kisses on his cock. It felt so good to rub along his knee, my clit pounding each time I moved it over the hard part of his joint. Close to coming, I sped up my movements, thrusting my hips faster while urging his pole deeper down my throat.
Desi pressed his hands to the back of my head as an explosion burst from my cunt and I cried out around his twitching shaft. I pursed my lips around his cockhead as a rush of boiling hot come flooded my mouth and I drank it down, my pussy quivering through a mighty release.
When I’d swallowed all of his tasty cream, he lifted my head from his dick and pulled me to his face for a mouth-probing kiss. He sucked his juice off my lips and then flipped me onto my back, gliding his tongue down my body to my seething-hot center. With a few licks I came again, a deluge of my nectar gushing over his lips as I gripped his head tightly with my thighs, holding him there as I quaked through several orgasms.
We rested and must have fallen asleep because I remember waking to the sounds of my friends returning and seeing Pam poke her head through my door. Her face broadened into a smile when she saw the blissful look on mine.
The next day we—my new Latin lover included—went to the soda for cafés con leche. Desi explained that the best surf was in the afternoon, so that morning he took us in his Jeep a few miles out of town to a hidden waterfall only the locals knew about. We had to hike, but it was worth it when we saw the water cascading over a stone cliff into a pool sparkling in the sunlight. We went swimming and Desi showed me how to make a clay mixture that he spread over my face like a mask. We lay on the rocks with clay baking on our faces, our fingers intertwined, and I couldn’t think of a moment when I’d felt more relaxed.
Washing off the clay, we joined Rick and Pam at the waterfall and cheered as we each took a turn climbing up the rocks and jumping in. It was an amazing morning followed by an incredible afternoon of surfing. I’d never realized how sexy surfing was until I watched my new lover get up on that board and ride waves like a hero returning to shore.
We treated Desi to dinner that night at a restaurant in town decorated with shiny, glittery mobiles in all different shapes that made it look like we were dining among the stars. After dancing, Desi took me back to his tiny apartment in the back of a surf shop where he fucked me all night long. The first entry of his cock into my soaking pussy nearly made me come, and each stroke kept me hovering on the brink of ecstasy until he pushed all the way inside my hot tunnel. I came on his gorgeous cock over and over again until the morning sun burst through his window.
We had to leave Dominical that day in order to make it to Manuel Antonio, our next destination. I’d been excited to see the monkeys and beaches, but I was reluctant to leave my surfer love behind. I promised Desi that my next trip will be to visit him, a
nd as I count the days until I return to Dominical, my desire for him only grows stronger.
—K.S., San Diego, California
JOURNALISM STUDENT GETS A LESSON IN SEX FROM AN OLDER, MORE EXPERIENCED REPORTER
I had been saving up my vacation days so that I could spend two weeks in Prague. I rented an apartment in Nove Mesto, or “New Town,” which was cheaper than staying in a hotel and turned out to be nicer than my place at home. When I arrived I dropped off my stuff and set right out, determined not to let jet lag get the better of me. With my guidebook in my bag and a map in my hand I headed for the Old Town Square, which was ringed by outdoor cafés and completely packed with tourists. Needing some caffeine, I sat down at a table and soon a waiter came over to take my order.
“Kava?” I asked, pointing at the menu that was written in both Czech and English.
“American?” he replied, smiling at my attempt to speak his language. I nodded and he left, soon returning with my coffee, which I sipped as I took in the scene before me. It was just about noon, and the Astrological Clock was what had brought the crowds—every hour as the clock chimes, windows open to reveal small figures that spin by. Local legend has it that the clock’s creator was blinded so that he couldn’t make a similar one for another city. I know this because my waiter, Martin, felt a strong need to give the American a history of the area.
It was nothing I couldn’t have read in my guidebook, but I didn’t mind the intrusion because Martin was cute, with sandy-blond hair that fell in his eyes and a warm smile. Realizing that I was alone in a city where I did not know the language, I asked him for recommendations of things to see and do. Instead of giving me an answer, he offered to show me around. I accepted his invitation.
The next morning Martin met me at my apartment for my tour. The medieval castles and churches he took me to see were all beautiful and full of history. During our walk, we picked up sandwiches and ate lunch as all the locals seemed to do—on the go. We wandered around the city until I pleaded exhaustion. Still not entirely adapted to the time change, I definitely needed a rest. I asked Martin how close we were to home.
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