A few years ago, I was on holiday with a couple of friends in Jamaica. We rented a little place right on the beach and spent the evenings at bars and parties nearby. We drank a lot of beer and rum and smoked some weed too. One night, we got talking to some local guys in a club near where we were staying and one singled me out. He was about my age, tall, well-built, and muscular. He was great to talk to and made me laugh.
Before long, the guy asks me to dance and we’re getting pretty up close and personal. He kisses me and asks me if I want to leave. I tell him we can go to my place, which is only a few minutes walk away. We walk there along the beach, still talking and laughing.
As soon as we get inside, we’re kissing again and his hands are all over me. My dress and bikini end up on the living room floor and I lead him to my room, already wet and ready to go. I grab him a condom to put on and he wastes no time in positioning me on my hands and knees on the bed. He teases my pussy with the tip of his cock and then he pushes his hands down on my lower back as he slides his cock deep inside me. I moan loudly, because his cock is pretty huge. He does a great job of keeping the rhythm and building up the speed and intensity, until we get to a point where he’s just pounding me hard from behind and it feels amazing. The sound of him smacking against my arse fills the room. His stamina is impressive. He’s able to keep fucking me hard for a long time without coming, and I’m a happy girl. He’s grabbing my arse cheeks and digging his fingernails into them from time to time, and that added to the feeling of his cock in my pussy drives me wild.
After a long session, he picks up the pace even more and the force and sensation of his thrusting finishes me and I come, and then a few minutes later so does he down my throath. I lie there on the bed, breathless and sweating, but he’s already back to normal as if nothing has happened. I ask him if he wants to stay rather than walking home in the dark, but he says he’d rather get going and he hastily gets dressed and leaves.
I had a laugh with my friends about it the next day (they had seen me leave with the guy and found all my clothes in the living room when they got home from the club!). I saw the guy again in the same club a few nights later. We briefly said hello, but nothing else happened. It didn’t bother me, I was happy for it just to be a hot one night stand.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/z55dvt/fm_jamaican_adventure