Chapter 1 - Isla
I'm waking up with a sigh, my hand slowly moving between my legs. I can't remember what I was dreaming about but it was probably hot because I'm wet. It makes me giggle as I stretch in bed.
The sheets are so soft, it feels good on my naked body and my sensitive skin, heated by my hot dream, shivers. I sigh again, a big smile on my face. Finally, I'm on holidays, on the most beautiful island in the world, in a bungalow on the beach, all by myself, ready to enjoy some lazy time. The Haven is a well guarded secret and I'm incredibly lucky to be here. If my boss, the scandalous Emma D., had not decided to reward my hard work with this outstanding gift, I would have never gotten a glimpse of this exclusive place.
Few people know about it, and you have to be sponsored to get in. Not that weird, as it's a place that claims to satisfy your every need, whatever they may be, especially the ones of sexual nature.
Emma D. loves it here, and she promised I would have the time of my life. She also promised with a wink not to be a guest during my week, so no awkward situation would follow at work. The thought makes me laugh, as "horrified" doesn't really suit Emma D. She probably said that to reassure me, as she wouldn't have given a damn herself.
I check the clock on my phone, and I'm amazed to see it's super early, barely six in the morning. I lay in bed a few more minutes, my hands lightly skimming my breasts, giving me goose bumps, when I decide that touching myself in bed isn't what I want for my first day here. I want to take my time to come. I want to tease myself, to feel hot and needy, to wait for my orgasm to crash into me when I will not be able to take it anymore.
It's not gonna be easy as I'm already wet from my dream, and grazing my hard nipples while naked in bed have not helped making me less horny, but I'm gonna try.
I get up and head to the shower. It's a beautiful granite shower, in an open-roofed bathroom. I imagine what it would feel like to be fucked here, against the wall, with water sliding on my breasts, on my belly, tickling my clit on its way down to my legs.
I grab the shower gel and pour some directly on my breasts. It smells of jasmine and vanilla, my favorite scents, as mentioned on the questionnaire I filled up prior to my arrival.
I rub slowly and feel my nipples go hard again.
My breasts are more than a handful, firm and heavy, and I love touching them. Boys do love them too, I think with a light laugh. They're slippery in my hands and I tug on my nipples a couple of times, a moan escaping my lips. Fuck, I feel so hot right now, I suddently wish I wasn't alone. I love masturbating, I think it's so sexy and powerful, but the strong pounding of a man between my legs isn't something that can be replaced by my hands or some toys.
I press my breast together and they feel firm and soft. I'm panting and I realise with a throaty moan that I'm rocking my hips back and forth, fucking the air. Fuck, I really need it. Emma D. was right, my string of disappointing hook-ups left me yearning for good sex.
I finish washing my body and get out of the shower to get dressed. Well, dressed is a big word as all I'm putting on is one of my two-piece bikinis. It's yellow and very small and I'm not entirely sure it's not see-through when wet, and it looks perfect for this place.
Sliding the pieces of soft fabric on my breasts, letting them brush my nipples, feels so erotic to me right now. My bikini bottom is already getting wet and clings to my folds when I walk, only slightly peeling off, creating the ghost of a suction, teasing me at every step.
I tie a sarong around my hips, grab my beach bag and get out of the bungalow, directly on the beach. I'm in bungalow 14, the last on the beach, so I have no neighbours on my right and the nearest bungalow on the left is far enough that I don't really worry about privacy. It's a luxury complex for a reason! And anyway, people can do as they please here, even if I'm not sure of the boundaries yet.
I lie on my towel, under the morning sun and let its heat warm my skin. I think about sex. I think about how I'd like to be fucked out here, on the beach, the danger of being caught turning me on even more.
Maybe I wouldn't mind being watched.
I think about that for a while, imagining it, how it would feel to be seen by people while coming around a hot man's dick. I imagine them getting aroused and starting to touch each other. I love thinking that people could get off watching me get fucked. I realize that I'm panting again and it's time to get some release. Just a bit, at least.
I take off my sarong and kneel on the wet sand, near the waves. There's a light warm breeze skimming my skin. I untie my long light brown hair and let it fall on my back. It almost reaches my waist now. The breeze makes them caress my lower back and I feel sexy as hell.
I spread my knees a bit more so my throbbing pussy can get a bit of relief on the hard sand. The cold wet sand on my hot wet folds is soothing at first, but the need for friction starts almost immediately.
I try to ignore it for a minute, keeping my hands busy playing with strands of my hair, watching the beautiful emerald sea come and go in front of me in soft waves. A few strands are brushing my breasts, my skin alight with sensation. The rhythm of the waves are enthralling, and I soon find myself moving my hips in sync with them.
I spread my knees wider, to be able to rub that spot, just at the entrance of my slit, that is so needy right now. The wet sand is pushing on my bikini bottom with every sway of my hips, it feels so good I can't help but moan short, high-pitched moans that I'm trying to keep low enough so the sound wouldn't carry too far. Every pressure on my clit is sending an electric shock in my tits, all the way to my nipples. They're swaying softly with my movements and I wish someone was here to give them a lick.
I need to put one hand on the sand to support me as my hips are grinding harder. I need to stop, it's too soon, but the feel of this oversensitive part of my clit getting rubbed in the sand, my perky nipples stroked by the flimsy fabric of my bikini top, is maddening. I can feel my bikini bottom massaging the whole length of my pussy.
I lift my other hand to one of my tits, which are bouncing with my hip thrusts now. I grab one hard nipple and roll it between my thumb and forefinger. It sends a jolt of pleasure to my core and my moan is louder this time. I'm gonna come. I want to wait but I can't. My pussy is starting to clench. I'm rubbing it harder and harder, the movement of my hips getting wilder. I can feel that high pressure, that tight rope stretched to its maximum right before it snaps. My whole body tense, my nipples harder than ever, I'm panting, moaning, my head low, the tip of my hair lapped up by the sea.
I bite my lower lip and my orgasm hits like a lightning strike. I come with a too loud "fuck, yes!" as my pussy clenches hard, again and again. I'm riding the waves of my orgasm watching my breasts bounce and it's amazing. I'm grinding against the ground hard and fast, my orgasm intense and lasting, my pussy pulsing with release.
I stay kneeling wide on the stand to ride the aftermath, my breath heavy. I caress the tip of my breasts again, lightly, with the palm of my hands. I close my eyes, still rocking my hips softly to milk the last drops of pleasure when I hear a low, masculine voice.
"Well, fuck yes indeed."
Chapter 2 - Isla
I spin around and the first thing I see are red swimming trunks stretched by a huge erection. Then my eyes go up and I see a tall, tanned guy with unruly brown hair - not scratch that, I see abs first, then I see his face - watching me with astonishment and... yeah, probably lust. He's holding a surfboard.I bit on my lower lip, not really knowing what to do, or what to say.
"Have you been here for a long time?" I finally ask, then check his erection again. "I guess you have."
He gives me a low laugh. "Yeah, sorry about that. I didn't mean to pry". He makes a chin gesture to his board. "I was about to go surfing. But I saw you and you seemed pretty busy, I didn't want to interrupt."
"That's... nice of you, I guess," I say, blushing a bit. I take a good look at him. He's gorgeous. From his hair falling on his light brown eyes, to his strong arms and abs. He's tall and lean and looks like he could carry me with one arm.
