It wasn’t your fault, was it? That your boyfriend cancelled last minute on your vacation plans, or even that he transferred tickets to a stranger when he found out. It was day of when you found out, so you were either sharing a flight and a room with a stranger, or you cancelled.
But why should his problems ruin your vacation?
Thats how you wound up in a one bedroom hotel room with a someone. At least he was decent conversation, if not a bit forward sometimes. Teasing you about how it would be frustrating for you. How he bet you had packed all sorts of clothes for you to be undressed from.
I bet he was right. It was how many weeks since you last got fucked? Not just one of those half assed 12 am clinical fucks where your boyfriend just removes your clothes, humps you from behind for a minute or 2, and then falls asleep. How long since someone ate you out, made you scream their name as your toes pulled the sheets from the side of the bed? How long since you had begged someone to let you cum and they denied you for a bit, making it build up until you were a shaking mess?
How many more weeks would it be now that he wasn’t here with you? And its not like you can rub yourself either. At least not with the stranger here. At least they were kind enough to take a rollaway bed.
And so you two started your day, not seeing each other for most of it. Most of the activities seemed couples related, so unless you wanted to pick someone to take with you, you’d be stuck doing more relaxing things. Not that you didn’t need that too.
The problem is, no matter how hard you tried to relax, to sit by the pool and read for instance, your complete lack of sex kept coming back to bite you. You’d fall asleep under the shade and wake up to the phantom feeling of a man’s beard between your thighs, or his mouth on your neck. You even tried to have a couple of drinks later in the day to help you sleep. But of course that didn’t work, did it pet?
At least your roommate was asleep when you got there, giving you some desperate scrap of a chance of getting off. The shower even had a detachable head, a feature you quickly availed yourself of. It was going so well too, building and building, the pressure washing over your needy little slit, building up until you moan out.
It was only until you hear footsteps that you realized your mistake. You were in such a vulnerable position. Werent you kitten? Your chest heaving, nipples standing at attention, all on display for this man you met less than 24 hours ago.
His mouth is on yours before you can protest, the shower head swiftly taken from you and reapplied to your slit. You made it what, 2, 3 words into a protest before another moan escaped? At least you can tell your boyfriend you squirmed away at first. But showers are only so large, and soon there was no where else to go.
He was on you again. Not caring about the pitiful little protests, not caring who was supposed to be doing this to you. And you let him, didn’t you? You let him grope you as you started to convulse again. You moaned his name, framing it as a plea for him to stop as he undressed himself.
And then your hand was on his cock. He was in there now too, pinning your small, shaking body to the cold tile walls as you got him hard. He growled in your ear as you told him you shouldn’t. And then his mouth sucked down on your neck and you stopped saying anything at all. You just let him have you, like you needed. You let him finger you roughly in the shower, making you scream loud enough to wake the neighbors. And then you let him throw you down on the bed, devouring your pussy as you grabbed his hair. He even made you cum, didn’t he? When was the last time that someone had done that again? But you weren’t counting, you weren’t even worrying about the fact that you removed the condoms from your bag. By the time that thought crossed your mind, it was swiftly swept away by him invading you.
You had never been stretched like that before, had you? To the point it starts to mix pain in? But you didn’t stop him did you? You just held on until you couldn’t anymore. And then you bit down on his shoulder as you two came, joined completely for a brief, overwhelming moment.
You slept on the pull out bed that night, with him. You told yourself it was because you hadn’t dried off the night before. And when you woke up the next day you told yourself it was just because you were drunk, that you wouldn’t do it again. You’d get a new room if you had to. That lasted all of a minute though, before he kissed you quiet again and reclaimed you from yourself.
At least it was easy to get them to take away the second bed…
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/tvufxw/last_minute_vacation_change_reluctance_alcohol_so