I stretched my naked body out under the sheets, glowing from the start to my vacation being better than I even hoped. It was only the beginning. It was a new day, and I was ready to make the most of the rest of my well-deserved escape. I got up, sat down for breakfast, and opened my favorite hook-up app.
It didn’t take long to set up a meeting at the hotel pool, overlooking the beach. I showered and put on my blue string bikini and flip-flops. There was no need for anything more. Tim was already there when I entered the pool area, with an empty chaise lounge next to him. I smiled seeing my prey. He looked more handsome than his profile picture, which was a rare surprise. He was wearing only a Billabong swimsuit. His profile told me he was a twenty-eight-year-old, single surfer, and eager for a hookup. His blond hair was medium-length and wind-blown. He looked taller than me. His semi-muscular body was tan from his life on the beach. He was also buying drinks.
We finished two and some small talk. I wasn’t looking to make a friend and didn’t need any more time for conversation. It was clear he was eager, and putty in my hands. I was upfront with my intentions for a no-strings fuck. He was happy with that and wasn’t looking for anything more either.
“Then why don’t you reserve us one of those cabanas,” I said, in a self-assured tone, more as an order than a genuine question.
Tim smiled. “Why don’t I?” he answered. He returned five minutes later and took my hand, leading me to the cabana furthest from the crowded pool area. His anticipation showed with the growing tent in the front of his swimsuit.
We both released the ties to the curtains on the four sides of the cabana, enclosing us into our beach fuck den. “Take your trunks off,” I said, “and lay back on the lounger.” He did as I asked, without saying anything. His semi-hard cock began sliding up toward his abs. “Get yourself nice and hard for me,” I said. I watched as he dutifully took his cock in his right hand, and stroked it as he watched me untie the strings of my bikini bottom, letting it fall to the sand beneath me. I left my top on.
“Oh fuck,” he said, stroking harder at the sight of my pussy in front of him.
I smiled, self-satisfied, as I watched my eager prey obliging me. He would do just fine for the start of my second day. Once I saw he was nice and hard for me, I stepped toward him, and positioned myself over his cock, ready to ride him cowgirl, to start. “No touching,” I ordered. “I’m in charge.”
“Oh fuck,” he said again, as he watched me lower myself, just enough to take his head into my already wet pussy. He gasped.
I slowly, teasingly moved my pelvis back and forth a few times, only allowing the head of his cock into my waiting pussy before pulling it out again. My tits hung above his lust-filled eyes.
“Oh fuck!” he cried desperately.
His cock was a toy for my pleasure. I was using it to bring myself to arousal. Any pleasure he might get would be incidental.
He put his hands on my waist, in an effort to pull me down the length of his throbbing manhood.
“Ah, ah,” I said. “No touching,” offering a sexy smile, adding a sexy bite of my bottom lip. My eyes looked into his with assertive authority.
He gasped again. He could have ignored me and thrust his length deep into me. He knew there would be consequences. Just as easily as I walked in, I could walk out. We both knew it. His strong hands let go, confirming what I already knew. This was going to be good, and completely on my terms.
My pussy lips crossed over his cock a few more times, dropping down twice to capture his desperate head, only to release it. I continued using him as a toy to bring my own arousal up, before lowering myself down his entire length.
He gasped again. His back arched. “Fuck yes!” he cried.
My body slowly rocked back and forth, using him just right, like my favorite dildo. He felt so good. Any pleasure he was getting was secondary to me. I continued to fuck him, increasing the pace as my orgasm grew closer. I looked into his eyes and read his face. He was clearly enjoying it as much as I was. I reached up and released my tits from my bikini top. He licked his lips lustfully. I reached for one of his hands and guided it to my nearest tit. “Massage it,” I directed.
His hand took hold of it, and began to knead my breast. His thumb and fingers captured my erect nipple, while his palm cupped my flesh.
I moaned. I started to fuck him harder, bringing myself closer to climax. “Harder,” I said.
He obliged.
I watched his face and read his body. His orgasm was approaching quickly, unfortunately, more quickly than mine. I read him perfectly, bringing him to the very edge, and pulled off. His body squirmed frustratingly beneath me. I leaned forward further, positioning my other tit in front of his mouth. He kept raising his hips, to push his throbbing cock back into me. His desperation was palpable.
“Suck it,” I ordered.
He consumed my entire breast in his mouth while manhandling the other with his hand.
I moaned before lowering my ass again, capturing his cock between the wet folds of my pussy. I used him for my pleasure, bringing my climax up, again and again, to build the intensity, while repeatedly, denying him. Finally, my climax reached the euphoric point of no return. I squealed. My pelvis convulsed on top of him. His mouth and hand continued their arousing abuse on my tits. My pussy drenched his cock, as I pounded it relentlessly.