Chapter 166 - Outdoor S.e.x Favourite

She knew he was going to be good. Just how good didn't really matter. She had already imagined how his lips were going to feel against her mouth… how his firm, muscled body would feel against her soft skin… what he was going to feel like inside her… her imagination was plenty enough to get her juices flowing. The rest was really just details.

Like his name. She called him Romeo, but was his name really important? For that matter, was hers?

It was all part of the plan. A spontaneous trip to an exotic island where no one knew who she was, or why she was there—the whys were always so complicated. Career not panning out the way it was intended… a string of exes that just didn't make the grade… all of it was left behind in her small London flat she shared with three roommates, including her real name.

Jasmine was the name she chose on her vacation. Jasmine was confident, carefree, and single. Jasmine's only d.e.s.i.r.e was to lay by the pool and drink tequila for a solid week. No phones. No social media. No texting with friends or late-night booty video calls with ex-boyfriends. Jasmine wanted to be alone, and answer to no one.

No one, that is, except for Romeo.

Jasmine first spotted the dark, handsome, stranger shortly after she checked in. He was sitting by himself, lounging by the pool in a pair of tight, white swim trunks and gold-rimmed sunglasses. She kept a curious eye on him, looking for a wife, or girlfriend as she took a seat on the outdoor couch opposite him across the private veranda. No one appeared. It was just the two of them, not a single other people insight.

Romeo was gorgeous. Tall, defined, with short spiked hair and smooth, dark skin the colour of chocolate that made her insides ignite. She immediately felt the urge to flirt with the handsome stranger and get to know him a bit better. In fact, that's exactly what she would've done if she were alone on a typical vacation.

Jasmine had other ideas.

Jasmine didn't care to get to know anyone a bit better. Jasmine was bold, and her pheromones were running wild. Jasmine tossed back a shot of tequila. She was ready to play.

Stretching her legs out, she teased her white floral sundress up over her t.h.i.g.hs. She casually c.a.r.e.s.sed her smooth skin as she drank in her new obsession. He didn't seem in any particular hurry to dive into the water or do anything other than just sit on the edge of the pool, soaking up the sun, which was fine with her. She could keep her eyes on his glorious body, watching the water drip down his defined abs all afternoon.

She couldn't however, keep from touching herself much longer.

Jasmine shifted her legs on the sofa and pulled her sundress up over her h.i.p.s. She was only wearing a tiny, barely-there pair of white p.a.n.t.i.e.s. At any moment someone could come around the corner and catch her with her legs spread open, touching herself as she stared across the pool at a complete stranger. Daring. Bold. Utterly wrong—the exact sort of behaviour that a proper woman like herself would never consider back home, yet exactly the kind of behaviour Jasmine intended to exhibit on this vacation… and it was only the start.

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A smile bounced its way back and forth between the two strangers. So far Romeo had yet to move from his position on the edge of the pool. It struck Jasmine that her new obsession might only be interested in spending the afternoon tanning his athletic body, or maybe he wasn't even interested in women, although she didn't feel that was the case. No, he was going to be interested in her soon enough, she was certain.

Sure enough, like a bee finding its honey, he stood up and moved over toward her. They didn't speak, at least not with words. His eyes drank her in, as her eyes did the same to him. She could feel him undressing her as if her sundress had disappeared in the blink of his eye as he gazed at her large, firm b.r.e.a.s.ts, and her long, tanned legs. She had already admired his rippled muscles from afar, but now she, too, stared at his dark, defined body from just a few feet away, imagining what his c.o.c.k would feel like if she held it in her hand, or what it would taste like if she were to slide it inside her mouth.

Nothing, of course, she would ever consider doing back home. A complete stranger?

Never. Except she wasn't back home. She was on vacation… and on vacation, there were no rules.

He sat down next to her and leaned forward. She didn't hesitate.

They kissed hungrily. She stared into his eyes, hidden behind his gold-rimmed sunglasses as their mouths met. Their lips and tongues explored one another, her breath nearly extinguished with a simple kiss filled with a hunger and d.e.s.i.r.e she had not experienced in a long time. She gave in quickly to the passion flowing through her, allowing her instincts to control her body's movements. Her mind simply wasn't needed.

Her arousal deepened as Romeo's hands roamed and groped her body. His powerful hands moved to her neck, holding her like a possession. That was fine with her. She wanted to be possessed. She wanted to be taken, and ravished, and f.u.c.k.e.d beyond compare. She wanted this from the moment she saw him.

They caught their breaths to share a drink, and confirm they were still the only ones in the secluded veranda. Maybe they did speak briefly. Maybe that was when he told her his name was Romeo, and she told him he could call her Jasmine. It was tough to recall. All she knew was that she wanted to hear him say her name as he plunged his c.o.c.k into her, over and over again.

"Oh, Jasmine," she wanted to hear him groan. "You're so beautiful…"

"I want you so badly, Romeo… I want to feel you in me, I want to feel your beautiful c.o.c.k buried so deep in me…"

Of course, she didn't say a word. Even Jasmine had her limits.

Their drinks were set aside. They resumed kissing. This time their passion was fueled by a d.e.s.i.r.e to take things much further. Both parties were consenting to this madness. Both parties were now an equal part of this instant attraction. There was no turning back.

Romeo's hands moved to the top of her dress. He c.a.r.e.s.sed her b.r.e.a.s.ts through the sheer fabric. Her n.i.p.p.l.es were erect and throbbing as he lowered his head and slid his tongue up and down her neck. She m.o.a.n.e.d against him, her d.e.s.i.r.e for this complete stranger increasing with each flick of his tongue on her skin.

"God, that's so good," she whispered. "I want you so badly."

Did she really utter those words? Did he respond? Did they say anything the entire afternoon they were together? She couldn't be certain.

His hands moved under her dress. She spread her legs as his fingers found her p.a.n.t.i.e.s and easily slipped past the flimsy fabric. She was shaved smooth in preparation for her trip, with just a tiny patch of dark hair. She arched her back and reached her hand toward his c.o.c.k. She swung her long legs over his, giving him full access to her body. Touching at the same time, they began moving, pleasuring each other with the intensity that comes from knowing that soon they would be f.u.c.k.i.n.g, hard and deep. She stroked his thick, long c.o.c.k as his fingers slipped inside her wet folds, already in a rhythm that felt familiar.

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He could make her come in an instant, she could feel it. Her inhibitions were gone, her pores practically oozing with her newfound s.e.x.u.a.lity. She was in heat, and the stallion she had selected was hers to ride. She wanted that, badly. Yet, first, she needed to experience just what her stallion had to offer.

Lowering her head to Romeo's l.a.p, Jasmine pulled down his shorts and took hold of his c.o.c.k. She held it in her hands, admiring not just his thick, hard shaft, but the body from which it came. His abs quivered under her touch. Beads of perspiration appeared on his skin… or was he not even sweating, and that was simply water from the pool? No, he was breathing heavily, his c.h.e.s.t heaving up and down, as lost in the moment as she was.

She could feel the control she held over him, his member pulsing in her hand. She held all the cards. She could get up, pull her dress back down over her h.i.p.s and walk away, and return to her hotel room, satisfied with an afternoon makeout outdoor s.e.x session. She could walk away without ever looking back, satisfied in knowing she could conquer any male she encountered on her vacation, with just a wink and a nod.

Or, she could tease her stranger, bring him to the complete edge, until he was so close to exploding she could feel his tip practically bursting, then simply pull away. She could request that he visit her later, and take her out to dinner, like a proper lady.

She could do any of this.

Yet, there was truly only one thing she wished to do. She wanted to f.u.c.k Romeo in the worst way. Here, now, in the middle of the afternoon on the veranda where they could be caught at a moment's notice. She wanted to ride him until she came over and over on his glorious c.o.c.k.

Leaning forward, she brushed her long, dark hair to the side and s.u.c.k.e.d the tip of his shaft between her lips. Swirling her tongue around his bulbous tip, she bounced her head up and down, enjoying the sheer girth that filled her mouth until she was practically gagging. Normally, she was not one to get too dramatic giving oral. She preferred to receive, or just accept a c.o.c.k inside her as part of lovemaking. Jasmine wasn't part of any normal rules. She was the vacation seductress, and Jasmine was an absolute whore when it came to giving head.

Jasmine s.u.c.k.e.d Romeo's c.o.c.k furiously, working her tongue up and down his thick member. She moved to his balls, s.u.c.k.i.n.g his large sac into her mouth with no hesitation, enjoying the rough texture in contrast to the smoothness of his shaft. She couldn't get enough of him. She was dripping wet, the aching need between her legs nearly impossible to bear. His hands continued to fondle her and tease her c.l.i.t. He pulled her dress down, consuming her b.a.r.e b.r.e.a.s.ts and swallowing her n.i.p.p.l.es with his dark, luscious lips. He pushed her back against the cushions and moved lower, tasting her with his deviant tongue. She arched her back and g.r.o.a.n.e.d as he feverishly licked her c.l.i.t and spread her open with his long fingers. She m.o.a.n.e.d loudly as she fought to regain control. She pushed herself up and moved her head back over the top of his c.o.c.k, stroking his shaft as she licked up and down his full length, and ran her tongue over his balls. He stood in front of her as her head bobbed up and down, faster and faster, mimicking the movement she soon knew would be her body on that c.o.c.k.

It couldn't come fast enough.

She pushed herself up. Peeling her dress over her head and tossing it to the side she pushed Romeo back against the couch. Straddling his t.h.i.g.hs, she lowered her body down onto his l.a.p. His rigid staff nearly came up to her belly button. She took hold of his c.o.c.k and lowered herself down onto him. Inch by inch he penetrated her. She gasped with p.l.e.a.s.u.r.e as he began thrusting into her, pushing his c.o.c.k between her lips, spreading her open. Her mouth moved down to meet his. They kissed again, hard, full and deep. He grabbed her h.i.p.s, reaching behind her and squeezing the flesh of her b.u.t.t.o.c.k.s, pulling her body to him until they moved together as one. She cried out as they held each other tightly, f.u.c.k.i.n.g in the sun-filled afternoon, with not a care in the world.

Vacation s.e.x. It was f.u.c.k.i.n.g perfect.

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They changed positions. She stretched her lithe frame across the couch, his lean, dark body tucked behind hers. To anyone walking by, they might've been simply cuddling in the shade by the pool, except they were both completely n.a.k.e.d, and after a moment's glance it would become apparent they had no intention of cuddling.

He entered her from behind, pushing his c.o.c.k between her slick folds and driving deep inside her. Jasmine gasped and closed her eyes. Romeo was no longer just a stranger she'd met on vacation. He was not just her lover… he was the perfect companion whom she'd had many times. He knew all there was to know about her. His hands knew the canvas of her body like only an experienced artist can know his muse. He knew just how to touch her, just how to stroke her in just the right way to make her explode. He held the key to her soul. There was no union more perfect than the one she felt right now, with him buried inside her.

She pushed the familiar sensations away.

Jasmine was here to forget, to experience something new. Romeo was not her companion. Jasmine would make certain of that.

Flipping around again she pushed herself down on all fours. She arched her back and thrust her h.i.p.s back as Romeo took her from behind. Her hair blew wildly around her as his c.o.c.k penetrated her, deeper and deeper with each thrust. Jasmine cried out, not caring if anyone heard her, or if anyone saw the two of them. Part of her wanted someone to come watch as she f.u.c.k.e.d her stranger, maybe even to join them. Wouldn't it be wild? Jasmine truly had no limits.

Jasmine did, however, had needs… and she needed to come.

She rode him, bucking her h.i.p.s against him as hard as she could. Faster and faster she f.u.c.k.e.d the tall, handsome man she'd just met without a care in the world. He flipped her over and she spread her legs wide, drawing him into her as deep as he could go. She sat on top of him, her n.a.k.e.d body on full display as she bounced up and down, then returned back onto all fours. Any position she wanted. She was no longer concerned if he was going to come. She didn't need to ask if he was going to spend the night, or if he wanted to go to breakfast the next morning. None of it mattered. All that mattered was that his delicious c.o.c.k was buried in her p.u.s.s.y, f.u.c.k.i.n.g her brains out until she climaxed.

Jasmine pushed her body up and pressed her h.i.p.s back against his long, thick c.o.c.k. She felt his hand on her b.u.t.t.o.c.k.s, then his finger slide inside her anus. She rocked back against him as he penetrated her with his c.o.c.k and his finger.

"F.u.c.k, f.u.c.k, f.u.c.k… that's the spot!" she cried out. "You're going to make me come!"

Her body exploded. She screamed as the sheer p.l.e.a.s.u.r.e washed over her, again and again. With his c.o.c.k buried in her p.u.s.s.y and his finger in her a.s.s she came and came. Her life she'd left behind was completely lost in the sea of bliss that consumed her. Her troubled exes. Her nagging job. Her untidy flatmates. All of it vanished as the woman known only as Jasmine screamed in ecstasy while Romeo f.u.c.k.e.d her through an earth-shattering climax, and then another, and then one more.

Finally, Jasmine caught her breath. She shifted around and smiled up at the perfect tall dark stranger that had brought her so much p.l.e.a.s.u.r.e. It was only fair now that she provided the same release for him. She spread her legs and arched her back and m.o.a.n.e.d beneath him as he thrust into her hard, driving her back into the cushions as his climax built. Just as he was about to explode, he pulled out, then pumped his thick c.o.c.k and e.j.a.c.u.l.a.t.ed a stream of warm, white fluid on her b.r.e.a.s.ts. She ran her hands over his torso until his seed was completely drained from his body. She pushed herself up and they sat back and held each other, a brief moment of intimacy that even Jasmine would allow.

Shortly, they would go their separate ways. Jasmine would return to her suite, Romeo would return back from where he came. They would part as strangers… just as they planned.

In another world, in another time, maybe they could've been strangers who had just met, who were so consumed by d.e.s.i.r.e that they had to have each other right there, right out in the open in the middle of the afternoon. Jasmine would never know. Because as deeply as she d.e.s.i.r.ed to perhaps meet a stranger like Romeo in a bar, or encounter him in a dark corner of a dance club and instantly have her way with him, she knew it was never to happen.

She was simply not that kind of girl.

"What do you say we go back to the room and take a shower, then get some drinks at the hotel bar?"

Jared smiled. "I was thinking the same thing."

Rachel reached for her dress as Jared pulled his shorts back on.

"Was that everything you hoped?" he asked her.

She turned back with a smile. "Absolutely, my Romeo. I love you."

"I love you, too, Jasmine."

They giggled, then kissed. The same kiss as before, but so different.

They dressed quickly, now fully aware of just how crazy their little adventure had been, thankful that no one had indeed ventured out to the veranda to catch them. They walked arm in arm back to their hotel room… two strangers, two lovers, two companions.

Vacation s.e.x is about the moment… the wanting, the d.e.s.i.r.e, and the immediate gratification. Rachel and Jared dipped their toes into the fantasy they had both wanted to experience… s.e.x with a complete stranger. It had been everything they'd hoped for. Hot, animalistic, and a newfound d.e.s.i.r.e that only served to stoke their already hot fire for each other.

Still, Rachel couldn't help but feel a little tingle as she slipped on her pair of high heels and applied her lipstick later that evening before they headed out, wondering if Jared might wish to partake in their little game once again. Romeo was a good catch… it would be a shame to let the rest of their vacation go to waste.