The Beach Resort

Because maybe a minute later I feel someone’s hand on my bare thigh. I frown, see it’s the girl’s. It must be an accident, and I wait for her to correct. But I wait and wait and the hand lingers until I have to pick it up and give it back to the girl. But a minute later it’s back, a strangely intimate touch from a total stranger.

Brook

Now I’m staring, I can’t help it. Her breasts... they’re huge. I had no idea. Sprouting from Brook’s narrow frame are two glorious funbags, the gray fabric of her bikini top fighting its best fight to cup them, keep them constrained, stop them from what cannot be more than a wayward brush away from springing free of the nylon and bouncing into my life. As her shoulders adjust and her arms move her breasts get pushed outwards and pulled this way and that and... weird, it looks like her jaw is moving, too. Oh fuck. She’s asked me something, is waiting for my answer. I have no idea what.

Theresa

Her grin is big and toothy, her eyes sparkling in delight. “Shhhh,” she says gently, somehow implying more with this one syllable than I ever imagined possible. Her hands move up the blanket, tracing the path of my legs, heading towards only one place that matters.

Carmen the Masseuse

So my heart beats and pumps big thundering pulses of blood into my cock, and the towel over it goes up up up until its inadequacy as a covering is made plain by the way it slips down. It falls to my belly, revealing my huge, veiny erection towering up from my hips, as obvious -- and as hard -- as some ancient fertility statue.

Laura

“Do you like my new necklace, Jeremy?” she’d ask, directing my attention to the green obelisk resting against the cushion of boobs. “Tell me what you think about this red lipstick.” “What would you think if I got my belly button pierced? I’m not too old for that, am I?” “Do you like this sweater?” The sweater was tight, low-cut, and thin enough that her nipples dented the fabric.

Aubrey

She leans across to my blanket, pulls the bottle from my stuff and holds it close to her face. “Huh,” she reads it, “’Can be enjoyed solo, but best with a partner.’” “What? It really says that?” I roll close and squint. She pulls it away, gives me a glare I can’t read. “You don’t know what you bought, do you?”

The Sauna

“Do I look like the type of woman who doesn’t like attention?” So invited, I run my gaze again up her body, drinking in her slender sinews slick with sweat, her tan curves made sleek and shiny. “You look like the type of woman I’d want as my wife.” I don’t know where that sentence came from. It just fell out of my mouth, the words forming without any direction from my brain. I blame my exhaustion.

Amanda

She shrugs, turns back to a display of shot glasses. “If he’d asked me, I totally would’ve blown him.” She bends over to look closer at a low cabinet, and I get a face full of her ass. It’s thick, plump, round, perfect, and the reason I chatted her up in the first place. She knows it, sticks it out for my benefit, wiggles it in my face, makes her pleated skirt sway side to side. I want that butt all for myself.

Survival Training

“Huh?” I tracked her gaze, and then to my horror, realized I was sporting some savage morningwood, tenting my shorts in an unmistakable display of virility. I blushed, hard. “Oh! I, um, I...” Her smiling eyes locked on mine, sparkled verdant despite the early hour. “Is that for me?”

Marjorie

She wasn’t having it. “No, don’t play innocent with me. That won’t work here, not if you want to get something out of this session.” She dragged her fingertips up from his knee to run casual circles on his inner thigh, licking her lips when she saw the bulge in his shorts expand, the outline of a thick phallus forming in the fabric.