July in the sun drenched Mediterranean party island of Ibiza was hot as hell and bursting with energy. I had been soaking up the sun with my best mate Colleen for just 48 hours and we were still really only just finding our feet and know where the crowds and decent bars were.
I had left the hotel dressed deliberately to attract the kind of attention that would get me into trouble. My blond bob hugged my cheeks and flicked under my chin. My 36C breasts strained against the fabric of my cropped white T-shirt, and my fake diamond navel stud caught every passing flicker of light, drawing attention to my flat stomach. My long legs looked longer than ever beneath a very short, blue skirt, whilst three inch heels added just enough to my 5"9 frame to make men look up into my pale green eyes if they wanted my attention. Beneath this outer layer, a tiny white g-string was all that covered my modesty as the matching bra had not yet made it out of my suitcase.
Primary coloured lights flashed and flickered, distorting everything whilst the sound system hammered out the beat so loud that the floorboards vibrated. The throbbing mass of writhing bodies had turned the already warm air into a humid, steaming sauna.
It was approaching midnight as I leant on the long bar and I ordered another pair of Brandy Alexandras, so the night was really just beginning and people were still being shoe-horned into the packed bar. I wrestled back through the crush to where Colleen was chatting to a group of guys who'd been hitting on us from the moment we'd arrived. I passed over Colleen's half pint cocktail and immediately shouldered my way over to where James stood waiting.
James had immediately caught my attention as soon as he'd arrived. He was tall, maybe 6"2 and his slender body was already carrying a healthy brown tan that his canary yellow fitted t-shirt served only to highlight. I guessed he was a couple of years older than my nineteen and as we chatted and I admired his muscular torso rippling beneath the stressed cotton, I began to wonder where his budding tan might end and how I might find out.
As we shouted at each other above the mesmerising beat, our faces just inches apart, the humidity rising from the crowd caused beads of perspiration to break out on his forehead and roll down his temples. His enthusiasm was infectious and the more he spoke, the more I leant into him, eager not to miss a beat of his story.
Colleen and I were both recently single and had come out to Ibiza for a fortnight of fun at the end of our year out before starting university. In order to stand on my own feet I'd spent the year working hard, with a bar job in the evening as well as a daytime office job. I had managed to get a little money behind me to get myself through the first year of college, so coupled with the split from my only serious boyfriend, I was really ready for a break.
Unlike many of my school friends I was very sexually immature and had only ever had one sexual partner. Consequently, I had not been drawn to Ibiza at the thought of wild parties and promiscuous sex, but even just two days into the holiday I was already loving the liberation of being away from my parents and of living life to my own timetable. What I'd been totally unprepared for was that the hot days in the sun and endless trickle of alcohol would leave me feeling so permanently horny with only my own fingers for company. Subsequently when James drained his beer and slipped his arms around my waist, I let myself be pulled towards him, gyrated my hips against his in time to the beat and basked in the buzz as my heart rate immediately doubled.
I lost track of how long we danced as the DJ blended one track into the next, but it was long enough for my t-shirt to dampen and the swell of my breasts to press against my, now slightly transparent, t-shirt.
Conversation had ceased and James just held my waist tightly. As I pushed my hips against his, I could feel his excitement pressing against me as we danced and in response my own sexual appetite began to awaken.
I knew then that I would just never survive two weeks of constant arousal without the kind of release that my fingers could not provide and I began to hatch my own plan to lure him away from the bar. Whether he could read my mind, as I leant closer to whisper in his ear, he intercepted me and kissed me on my full and pouting lips. I stood up on the tips of my toes, put my hands around his neck and pulled him closer and he responded by massaging my breasts through my t-shirt, pinching my stiff nipples between his fingers until the feel of them rubbing on my t-shirt sent a shiver down my spine.
As we danced his hands wandered unchallenged all over my body as I simply hung mine submissively over his shoulders. Hot bodies pressed against us from all directions as the dance floor overflowed and people jostled for position.
James held me closely, his hot breath tickling my neck as he slipped his hand up the back of my skirt. As he pushed the fabric up I felt his hand knead my bare buttocks, which must have been visible to anyone who cared to look -- a thought, I was shocked to realise, that made my pulse race higher.
I rested my face in his shoulder and could smell the mixed musk of his aftershave and perspiration, a concoction that flooded my senses and heightened my desire. His creeping fingers slipped under the satin string of my thong and ran between my buttocks. The wanton groan that slipped from my lips simply encouraged him to explore still further.
I could feel his impossibly hard cock pressing against my stomach like a steel bar. After he squeezed my arse, he began to nudge his hand around my hips. I expected him to stop short at any moment, surrounded as we were by hundreds of other writhing bodies, but he continued his teasingly slow journey.
I felt totally hypnotised by his touch and as his fingers brushed through my bush into my sticky folds I gasped, breathing heavily in his ear as he continued to probe and push. Our dancing had been reduced to a squashed shuffle amongst the crowd, which enabled James to hide his actions from most of those around us, but as he cupped my pubic bone in his hand, I no longer cared who was watching and just needed him to touch me.
All my previous sexual encounters with my ex had been confined to the bedroom when our parents were out. We had managed it once, very clumsily in the shower, but that was the extent of my sexual experience. But now, in the middle of a throbbing bar, my head swimming with alcohol and my pussy alight with lust, I felt James slip his middle finger into me whilst I bit his ear in a vain attempt to maintain control.
I no longer cared if we were being watched. In fact, the thought that we might not be, was a disappointing one. As someone pressed against me from behind, I shuffled my feet apart and was rewarded as a second finger slid home.
"Oh fuck that's good." I groaned into his ear as he fingered me shamelessly on the crowded dance floor. I felt a second hot and sweaty hand grope at my exposed arse that I knew could not be James'. This served only to heighten my excitement and push me closer to orgasm as I realised that, not only was at least one other person watching us, they could not resist joining in.
"Fuck, I'm gonna cum." I panted and pushed my hips forward to take James' fingers deeper. "Make me cum." I almost pleaded as my pleasure seemed to peak without quite tipping me over the edge.
Another hand squeezed my arse and this time, long, slim fingers pressed lightly against my puckered star, sending me cascading over the edge into orgasmic bliss.
"Shit, shit, shit." I panted loud enough to draw attention from several people around me. I came hard, my hot juices coating James' fingers. I wrapped my arms around his neck and held on tight, not sure if my legs would support me. As my orgasm finally subsided, he pulled his glistening fingers from my cunt and fed them to me. I sucked them greedily into my mouth, tasting myself, with my eyes fixed on a girl dancing beside me. The look of disgust on her face as I rolled my tongue around James' fingers just turned my dials higher.
"Come on," I said, taking him by the hand, "let's get the fuck out of here."
