Luke tied his running shoes on the bungalow porch to the sound of waves crashing on the beach and a light breeze in the palm trees above. He sat up, closed his eyes, and inhaled deeply through his nose, enjoying the warmth of the early morning sunrise. He was on the beach in a few steps and began jogging with the waves gently lapping at his feet. The morning heat betrayed a hot day ahead, but the early morning warmth felt refreshing against Luke’s skin.
There were lots of people out on the beach early in the morning, but very few tourists. The local Vietnamese fishermen were finishing their night’s work, hauling huge nets into the shore filled with fish. Others were involved in processing and sorting the fish by size and type, while still others were mending the wear and tear on the nets from the night’s work. Luke paused his run many times to watch the fishermen and snap some photos as he made his way down the beach. The few tourists he encountered were doing the same thing.
One woman in particular caught Luke’s eye. She was wearing a skimpy bikini but was covered up with a lightweight coral-colored romper that revealed her ample chest and had flowing long pants that flapped in the morning breeze. She was busy crouching to get just the right camera shots through her digital SLR. Luke thought he recognized the fancy Leica symbol on the black camera. She appeared to know what she was doing, and Luke found himself following her to mimic some of her shots. When he saw the results on his iPhone, he was convinced that she was some kind of hobbyist with a great eye for utilizing light and angles to create beautiful and interesting pictures.
After several minutes of camera play, Luke decided to break the ice. “Hi, I’m Luke,” he said in English, hoping she would understand him, “I’ve been copying your shots, and I have to say that you have an amazing eye for photography.”
“Thank you, darling,” the woman replied with an Eastern European accent. “I try my best to capture this beautiful morning’s sunrise light at the water’s edge. I love the reflections and the colors coming off the water. The fishermen make such dynamic and interesting subjects. They may not be the best-looking men in the world, but I love to watch their taught muscles rippling in the sunlight as they bring in their catches. It seems so primal.” She made a gesture of gripping a net to emphasize her meaning.
Luke reviewed his photos and noticed the local fishermen appeared in kind of an idyllic sort of way. “Now that you mention it, I think you’re right,” Luke said. “I hadn’t noticed that until just now. What else have you been shooting during your time here?”
“Darling, I love to shoot everything. There is so much beauty here, don’t you think?” she asked, finally looking at Luke with scrutiny. “Take you, for example. You’re running along the beach, no? You’re looking amazing with just your running shoes and shorts. I can tell you haven’t been here that long because your tan is still quite light, and I like the contrast of your complexion compared to the fisherman’s leathery skin. Do you mind if I take some photos of you?”
Luke felt a little embarrassed to become the object of her artistic endeavor but readily agreed. “I’m sorry,” he added, “but I don’t know your name.”
“No, I’m sorry, darling Luke. My name is Natasha. I’m here in Coco Beach with my husband for holiday. He is sleeping in this morning, he got p’yanyy last night – drunk – and won’t be up before noon. Don’t worry, Luke, he is very good at sharing. Believe me, he shares himself every chance he gets.” Luke wondered what Natasha meant, but figured something may be lost in translation.
“I tell you what, Mr. Luke,” Natasha said with a wry smile in her thick accent, “why don’t we make our way back to my bungalow, and I can show you some of my work? Who knows, maybe you would like to be a subject for me.”
Luke knew that Erin would be sleeping in this morning due to jet lag and the late night they’d shared with Andrew and Sofia, so he decided to continue making a new friend and see where the morning may lead.
“Thanks, Natasha, I’d like that. I accept your invitation,” he said.
“Wonderful, Darling,” Natasha said. Luke wondered just how p’yanyy Natasha was from the night before but didn’t ask. She seemed bright-eyed for such an early morning.
Natasha’s long dark hair bounced across her shoulders as she led him along the beach in the direction he’d come from. Luke found himself mesmerized by the womanly swing of Natasha’s hips. They soon passed the resort restaurant that was just setting out breakfast items. The smells from the kitchen were amazing, but they kept going down the beach, past several still bungalows, including Luke’s, until they came to one on the far end. It was quiet except for some colorful red-white-and-blue towels hanging from the front railing.
“Come on in, Love,” Natasha cooed as she strode up the few steps to the front door. Luke remembered that Natasha’s husband was supposedly still sleeping inside but reminded himself that he hadn’t done anything inappropriate at this point and was just going to see Natasha’s camera work.
Once inside Luke immediately noticed a very large sleeping man. He took up three-quarters of the bed and would have been nearly a head taller than Luke standing. Natasha paid him no mind and noisily began setting her camera on the small table in front of the couch. She then hooked her camera up to a silver laptop and began to download the photos she’d taken that morning.
“Come here, darling Luke,” she said in a normal tone of voice, oblivious to the sleeping giant a few feet away from her. “I show you some photos from our trip so far.”
Luke gingerly sat down beside her on the couch, certain that the big man on the bed may have an opinion of him hanging out in his room so early in the morning with his hot wife.
“You see,” she said, pointing to several images on the screen, “the fishermen make a wonderful subject.”
Luke examined the images carefully. Each was perfectly framed and highlighted the strength and dexterity of the fishermen as they brought in their catch each morning. Their strong muscles were apparent in many of the images, and Luke found himself drawn through the images to see what Natasha was focused on during her photography.
“I can tell you have a certain affinity for this young man, in particular,” Luke said as he noticed a theme in several of her pictures.
“Oh, yes, this is Tran, I think. I’ve sucked his cock twice to convince him that he should pose for my pictures. Now he looks for me every morning. I like him very much.” Natasha’s grin reinforced what she was saying and lacked any hint of irony or shame.
“And these are from this morning,” Luke exclaimed when he noticed his own running shorts and abs in several of the images.
“What can I say?” Natasha asked, “You have a great look for the camera, too.”
Luke attempted to hide his embarrassment, but his pride won out. “Wow, thanks,” he said, “I really love your work.”
“Now, love, take off your shorts so I can get some photos of your xep – your cock, darling,” Natasha said, lifting her camera again.
Luke froze on the couch and listened to the giant sleeping on the bed a few feet away. Natasha seemed to intuit his concern and sought to reassure him.
“Don’t worry, my love, he is a sleeping bear and had far too much vodka last night. Besides, he loves to share me with men worthy of my kiska. He knows my photography turns me on, and encourages me to, how you say, dive into my work.”
Luke thought back to the previous night with Andrew and Sofia and his talk with Erin. Surely, this type of adventure is what they were all discussing. How could he pass up an opportunity like this?
He decided to be brave. He first took off his running shoes and socks, then stood and unceremoniously dropped his running shorts around his ankles. His growing cock leaned crookedly to the left as he watched Natasha’s eye range from his partial erection, then to his face and back again to his cock. A smile spread across Natasha’s face, and she licked her lips involuntarily.
“Very nice, Luke; I like you more already,” said Natasha in her thick accent. She lifted her camera and took a few close-up shots of Luke’s partial erection before setting her camera down. “That’s enough of that. I will ask just to be certain, okay? I can lick you xep now – your cock, yes? I promise you will like it.”
“Yes, Natasha, I want you to lick my xep!” Luke answered emphatically.
Natasha needed no further encouragement. She stood and kissed Luke deeply with her hands on his flat runner’s abs, then smiled and took a step back. She slipped the straps of the coral-colored romper off her shoulders and let it fall to the ground. Underneath, she wore a skimpy white bikini that barely covered her nipples, and the bottom barely covered her slit. She reached behind her back and untied the small bow tie that held her top in place, and it fell quietly to the floor, releasing her perfectly round tits. They seemed a little too perky, and Luke thought they must be the best that rubles can buy. Next, Natasha pulled the string at her hip that was keeping her bottoms on. The tiny piece of fabric fell away, revealing a thin landing strip of pubic hair above an otherwise bald pussy.
“Now,” Natasha said as she kneeled in front of Luke, “I am ready to ‘blow your mind’ as they say in America.”
Without another corny word, Natasha grasped the base of Luke’s cock and slid him into her waiting mouth. With expert-level skill, she bobbed her head up and down Luke’s cock like a snake swallowing its prey. Her hands slid up and down Luke’s shaft in time with her mouth as she swallowed the entire length of Luke’s member down to his balls before coming up for air. Natasha kept her gaze locked on Luke’s eyes as she did so, apparently loving the look on Luke’s face as she took him inside her mouth again and again.
Luke kept glancing at the bear on the bed, concerned what might happen if he stirred from his slumber to find his wife deepthroating another man in his room. Natasha, for her part, seemed unconcerned and even a little annoyed that Luke was distracted. She wanted all the attention for herself.
She broke away long enough to say, “Luke, baby, don’t worry about him. He is dead to the world right now, and even if he wakes, he loves to watch me fuck other men. You will be a happy surprise to him, nothing more.”
Natasha stood and kissed Luke passionately once again, then turned him and forced him down on the couch. She flexibly straddled him with one tanned leg on each side of him on the couch. Luke stared with his mouth agape at Natasha’s beautiful cunt, which was now inches from his face. He smelled her early morning arousal and could see her glistening already. She loved giving blowjobs, and it showed.
Natasha leaned over for a long kiss with Luke. Their tongues danced against one another with passion for several moments. Luke’s cock twitched with excitement against his belly, inches away from Natasha’s slit, before she finally lowered herself down slightly. With her fingers, Natasha swirled the tip of Luke’s cock against her wetness which immediately began running down Luke’s shaft; then, in one smooth motion, Natasha guided Luke’s throbbing member inside her tightness and slid to the base of his erection.
Luke nearly blew his load immediately. Natasha’s pussy was snug and warm, and Luke thought he felt her clamp around him as she began to slowly raise and lower herself in a sweet fuck. Natasha was wild and threw her head back in enjoyment and let out a high-pitched yell of satisfaction when Luke entered her and continued moaning unintelligibly in Russian as she bobbed up and down on Luke’s lap.
With one more glance at the sleeping giant on the bed, Luke turned his attention fully toward Natasha. He allowed his hands to explore her amazing body as she performed all the effort of fucking his long cock. He grabbed her ass and pulled her toward him, then slid his hands up to her narrow waist, up her toned and tanned back, then brought them around to her perky tits, then back to her ass. She was amazing, and her body turned Luke on in a primal way he hadn’t quite felt in a long time. He wanted to ravage this woman and fill her with his cum. He wanted to make her his cum whore. In his primal desire, he hoped that the bear on the bed would wake and see him fucking Natasha.