[FM] Fun on the beach during a short vacation

My previous story is [here](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/5jr9ly/fm_quiet_guy_at_the_bar/).

I tried writing in a bit of a different style than the last one, still trying to find what works. Hope you enjoy!

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My parents have a timeshare that they generously allow me to use. You can get lavish hotel nearly anywhere in the world. Sometimes I travel with them, or with friends, and sometimes I go alone (I also get discounts on flights). You might think it’s scary for a woman to travel alone (I was at first, and sometimes it is), but generally people are very nice and friendly, especially if you speak a bit of the local language. The timeshare works on a points system: you get an allotment of points per year, and different hotels cost a different amount of points per night. One summer, they offered me their remaining points for the year. They had already booked a few vacations for themselves, so there was not much left over for me. The points-cost of a night’s stay followed supply and demand, so hotter and more tropical places are much cheaper in the summer than in the winter, since everyone wants to go to warmer places in January. So what could I afford with my small amount of points in the middle of summer? A modest three weeknight stay at a remote tropical beach resort in another country! Luckily I don’t mind the heat.

The place was beautiful, but not quite as luxurious as some of the others I’ve stayed at. All the hotels in the timeshare have rooms that are like little condos, with full kitchens, separate living room and bedrooms, not your average hotel. I booked the cheapest room, so the view wasn’t great (just trees) and the walk to the beach and the bar was basically the longest walk possible in the whole resort. There were not many people staying at the resort at all; I only saw a few other people during my stay.

Anyway, there’s not much to do at a resort like this besides the pool, the bar, and the beach. You need a car or a cab to get to the nearest city, so I spent most of my time on the beach. On my second day there I decided to sun tan in the morning. I put on sunscreen and got dressed, if you want to call it that: I wore a navy blue thong bottom (not a g-string), a white button-up shirt with no swimsuit top underneath (topless beach!), sandals, sunglasses. The shirt covered my butt (mostly) so I didn’t even have to wear shorts. I was glad I could get away with such a skimpy outfit because it was damn hot, especially with no breeze. I packed a bag with a towel, blanket, snacks, water, and a book, put up my dark wavy hair, and headed down towards the beach, but not before stopping at the bar to pick up a fruity alcoholic beverage. An icy drink on the beach in the morning is like nothing else.

The beach was huge, and totally empty: nothing except for me, the sand, and the ocean. I’ve been topless on the beach before, but it was nice not having to worry about anyone looking at you, whether they’re judging or drooling. I walked down, closer to the water than the resort, and spread out my blanket. The smell of the humid, salty air and the sound of the waves made me feel completely relaxed. I took off my shirt and stuck it in my bag. The sun felt good on my naked breasts. They don’t need a top anyway, they’re small and perky enough that a bra or a bikini top is often more uncomfortable than supportive. I sat and stared at the turquoise green water for a while, before stretching my arms up over my head and lying down on my blanket to read and sunbathe. What a perfect day for the beach!

I was lying on my belly reading when a man walking up the beach towards me caught my attention. He was carrying a backpack on one shoulder and wearing cargo shorts, no shirt. As he got closer, I could see he was a fit and tan young man, *and gorgeous*. He had his long, curly black hair pushed back. Strong jawline. His muscles were toned: great abs, sexy arms, strong legs. Black aviator sunglasses covered his eyes. It was like something out of a dream: me, on this beautiful tropical beach, with a gorgeous guy walking by. He must have caught me staring, because he changed his path and walked straight towards me. I buried myself back into my book, a little embarrassed. He walked right up to me.

“Qué onda, mamacita?”, he asked, smiling wide.

“Qué onda! How are you?”, I replied, peeking up at him over the top of my sunglasses.

“Oh, American yeah? Can I sit?”

“Sure!” I said, trying my best to keep cool and hold it together. *Wow this guy is hot.*

He sat down on the sand next to me with a sigh, and set his pack beside him. He lifted up his sunglasses for just a second to wipe his face, giving me a short glimpse of his caramel eyes, before putting them back on. We both faced the ocean, him sitting and me still on my stomach.

“So, what brings you to my country? To our beaches?”

I told him about my trip, and how I was only here for a few days. He told me about his life here, we flirted a bit, and I showed off some of my terrible Spanish. *God his accent was sexy.* It was getting hard to keep looking at him from my angle, I needed to sit upright or I was going to kill my neck. Problem was I had no top on. My chest would be on full display to this stranger I just met. But, I was feeling frisky already, what the hell. I put my book down, swung my legs around and sat up with my legs crossed. I leaned back and reclined on my hands (I might have also pushed out my chest, but only a little, it’s good posture).

Didn’t faze him. Not one bit. He kept going on with the same story he was telling, didn’t even break eye contact. I’m impressed, normally presenting my boobs to a guy gets at least *some* kind of reaction. I mean I’m nearly naked already, the only thing covered is my pussy, and that’s by a small, thin piece of fabric, but I thought he’d at least say or do something. *What is with this guy??*

We continue chatting, and I’m telling him something about my book, when all of a sudden I realize I can see his eyes through his sunglasses. And his eyes are all over me: staring at my breasts, my stomach, my legs, just generally looking me up and down constantly, fucking me with his eyes. Meanwhile he’s still nodding along and giving the occasional “mhm” while I’m talking to him. Son of a bitch, the sunglasses! I should’ve known better.

Relieved to know the true effect I was having on him, I relaxed, and asked if he wanted to go for a swim. He was eager to, and so was I, it was getting hot! He took off his shorts, revealing some skin-tight black swim trunks, and offered his hand to me to help me up off the hot sand. I took it and he pulled me up effortlessly. Still holding my hand, we ran together into the cool shallow water, splashing everywhere. We had to walk quite a ways out until the water was deep enough to swim in.

We talked and played in the water. He wasn’t shy about touching me in a playful, flirtatious manner, and I wasn’t shy in return. He’d grab my leg when I tried swimming away from his splashing, and I’d ride on his back while he swam around. We teased each other incessantly. One moment we were splashing each other, laughing, and the next we were in an embrace, face to face, and out of breath in water up to our shoulders. At this point I think we both knew something was definitely going to happen, as we smiled at each other and looked at each other’s lips. We kissed. It was steamy and hot, and not just because of the tropical sun. Finally, he touched my breasts, using his thumbs to rub my nipples.

An evil thought popped into my head: I stuck my hands down the back of his swim trunks and squeezed his ass, then slowly pulled the trunks down. I broke the kiss and pulled them down as far as I could go without going under. I could see the blurry image of his cock in the crystal clear water. He stepped out of his trunks. Now he was naked, and I had the trunks in my hands. I gave him a naughty smile, and slowly backed away from him, toward the shore. I think he was very confused at this moment, because he just stood there, stupidly smiling back at me, before he realized what I was doing. Then, in an instant, he chased after me. “Hey! Wait!” But I was too far away. I spun around and ran toward the shore, laughing. Before long, I was back on the beach. I turned and looked back at the ocean. He was crouched down in shallow water, smiling and shaking his head at me. I waved his trunks at him like a flag, and stuck my tongue out at him, before walking back to my blanket.

After drying my hair, I lay down on my side, facing him, and did my best swimsuit model pose. I gave him a little wave. Even though he was clearly scared to come out of the water wearing nothing, I think the sight of a topless girl waiting for him on the beach changed his mind. He looks around, stood up, and, appearing to suddenly swell with confidence, came out of the water like some sort of sexy lifeguard. I had to catch my breath at this sight. I felt a tingling sensation wash over me as I watched him walk towards me with his self-assured stride and his cock bouncing back and forth with every step.

He snatched up his swim trunks when he was within reach. “You’re a bad girl, aren’t you?” I could only giggle in response. He lay down next to me on the blanket and put his hands and trunks behind his head as a pillow. I scooted closer to him, still on my side, and rubbed my hand across his chest. I was looking down at his cock, wet and glistening in the sun, when I was abruptly overcome with the irresistible urge to get it in my mouth. Almost without thinking I moved down and swallowed it. Salty. He gasped and moaned loudly, “Aaaiii!” He frantically looked around to make sure nobody was watching, but I already knew we were the only two on the beach, seemingly for miles. Apparently satisfied, he calmed down and began stroking my hair, while I sucked on his cock, which I could feel was enlarging in my mouth. I popped it out for a second to suck on his balls, while I continued to jerk him off. And wow, it was a thick, fat cock. Maybe six inches and very thick, it pointed straight out with a dramatic upward curve starting about halfway through. I doubt it could fit inside a toilet paper tube. I love sucking balls, and I think he must enjoy it too, because soon he was hard as a brick. I couldn’t fit it down my throat from this angle, so I had to re-position my ass right on his face in a 69. He wasted no time, pulling my bottoms to the side in order to start licking my pussy, which was shaved bare only a few days ago. Unfortunately, he didn’t lick for very long, he was about to come. I bobbed up and down, taking his entire cock into my mouth each time. I bobbed faster and faster, until I heard him moan loudly again and felt his hot cum shoot into my mouth.

We relaxed on the beach for a while after this, and a few times I would milk a bit more cum out of him and lick him clean. He seemed to really enjoy this. “Do you want to come back with me to my hotel room?” I asked, eager to strip away the small piece of fabric that covered my pussy and present myself for his thick cock. “Yes! Very much.” He put his shorts on, I put my button-up on, and we packed up and headed to the resort.

On the way back, we stopped at the bar to get a bite to eat. No one was there except the bartender, who was very friendly and generous with her drinks (side note: all the bartenders at this place seemed to be curvy Latina women, and always incredibly sexy). After a few, we were really itching to get up to the room, so I put the bill on my tab and we got the hell out of there. During the walk to the room, he convinced me to take my shirt off and go topless. A couple maintenance workers certainly got an eye-full!

When we got up to the room, we couldn’t pounce on each other fast enough. Our lips locked, my hands caressed his muscular chest and powerful arms. I had butterflies in my stomach, and waves of anxious excitement repeatedly came over me. I rarely felt this way during sex, but the way he carried himself and touched me had me wanting him so badly. I led him into the bedroom, and bent over the bright white sheets of my hotel bed. The sun was setting, and its hot rays beat down through the large windows in the room. Pointing my ass to him, I wiggled out of my swim bottoms and let them drop to the floor. He did the same with his shorts and swim suit, and then positioned himself behind me. He bent over to kiss my neck, and pressed his cock between my ass cheeks. I reached my hand around his head to run my fingers through his hair, which was still sticky from the salt water.

Reaching down to guide his own cock, he slowly and deliberately entered my pussy, which was wet with anticipation. He went bareback: neither of us had protection on the mind. His girthy cock felt so good inside me, it filled and stretched me in way that few others had before. Slowly he pumped in and out of me, he was not in a hurry, and neither was I. Between that and his kisses on my neck and ears, I was in heaven. When he pulled out to take a breather, I flipped myself over so that I was face up with my ass on the edge of the bed. He leaned over to kiss me, and I wrapped my legs around him and pulled him close. His shaft rubbed against my pussy and my clit, and I shuddered with pleasure. Standing up, he grabbed both my ankles, pulled them high, and spread my legs. I felt vulnerable in this position, with my legs spread wide and a strong determined man looming over me, about to fuck me silly. But it was a good feeling; it made me feel sexy and turned on. I was ready for him.

“Come on, fuck me already.” He laughed a small “hmph” and smirked, inching his cock into me bit by bit. Once inside, he began pounding away at a steady pace. And *wow!* did it feel great. The curve of his dick vigorously stimulated my g-spot, and his thickness hit all the right places. My back arched high, my eyes closed tightly, and my mouth went agape as he rammed his cock into me, causing me to emit sounds that put porn stars to shame. I rubbed my clit as he fucked me like I was the last woman on earth, and then I could feel an orgasm approaching. “Aaaahhh! Ohmygod, ohmygod, ohmygod, don’t stop!” I yelled, along with other unintelligible nonsense as I thrashed about on the bed in orgasmic pleasure. I took a minute to catch my breath before pulling him down onto the bed. I wanted to ride him. Reverse cowgirl was just not possible with his curve, which was a shame. I “settled” for fucking him in a squatting position, which turned out to be out of this world. My g-spot really took a beating (in a good way), and I easily came a second time while bouncing on his cock. While I relaxed on top of him, he took the opportunity to pound me from beneath. It was great being on top but doing none of the work! Soon he couldn’t hold back any longer, he fucked me furiously, faster and faster, grunting and moaning while he did so, until I felt him fire his load deep inside me. He was totally out of breath.

After settling down and cuddling for a bit, we took a shower together. It’s always nice to wash the salt out of your hair after a long day at the beach. We washed each other’s salty, sweaty bodies. After we were clean, he knelt down to eat my pussy. The mixture of the hot water on my body, the cool air, and his warm lips sucking on my clit made for an extremely sensual experience. I came again. Truly, I was in paradise.

He stayed the night, and the next morning we ate breakfast out on the balcony. When we finished, he got up and stood at the railing, gazing at the lush forest beyond it. I came up behind him and massaged his chest. Inching my hands downwards, I unbuttoned his shorts and pulled them down. I bent down to kiss his toned, firm ass. Spreading the cheeks, I planted small kisses closer and closer to his asshole. He seemed into it, pushing his ass back into my face and humming with pleasure. I took a chance, and quickly licked the rim of his asshole. “Yesss… Do it!” came the response. I dove in and ate his ass with enthusiasm. I had never done this before, and I wanted to make it good. I kissed and licked and sucked all over, eventually moving to his balls, and, after turning him around, his wonderful cock. I sucked his balls, fingered his ass, and jerked his cock until he came.

That night, he returned the favor. He bent *me* over the railing, and ate *my* ass. Only he didn’t stop there, he wanted to fuck me in the ass too. I started by sucking his dick, getting it all nice and wet with saliva. I bent back over the railing and spread my ass for him. He entered delicately, and it felt great to have my other hole filled, but sadly we had to stop after only a few minutes, because it also hurt pretty bad. Instead, we showered together, and I rode him again on the bed until we both finished.

He stayed with me for the final night and day of my vacation, showing me around, hanging at the beach, and generally giving me a fun time. He even drove me to the airport when it was time for me to leave. He was a great guy (and a great lay) that I’ll never forget.

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