Her Dream Vacation

Her Dream Vacation

A girl I work with, June, and I decided to take a vacation at the shore. Maybe get lucky and find a couple cute guys and have a sexy time. So, we made the reservations at a hotel we could afford in Ocean City, starting on a Friday night through the week and Sunday a week later.

Even as I write this it makes me think I sound like a low life, which is not how I think of myself. But I have to admit, I love sex.

I'd much prefer to find Mr. Right and spend the rest of my life fucking and sucking and getting eaten by my shining knight. But until then, I want to enjoy life and that means including some great sex. Not that I'm that experienced. I've had sex with four guys so far. With each one I had sex a lot for a long time, a year or so, before things fell apart and I had to start over.

And I'm almost a virgin compared to June. She's probably had ten times as many guys. Yet I don't think of her as any slut, either.

She just likes sex and hasn't run into the right guy yet.

I've never really done anything exactly like this before. That is, take off for a week's vacation hoping for casual sex. I guess I spend my life being a good girl, getting up early, showing up at work on time and so on. I'd like to enjoy being a bad girl for once. Bad girls seem to have more fun. I'm hoping we'll have some luck. We're both presentable, both 24 with decent jobs.

People always think of me as skinny but as my third lover told, me, "You have great legs and a perfect ass." Not big boobs but enough. June, on the other hand, has double D's and, while not fat at all, has more meat on her bones than me.

I'm half Hispanic and half Irish. Dark hair, blue eyes. June is blond. At least on her head, thanks to peroxide. Her pubic hair is darker but she did actually start off life as a blond. When we go to bars, June draws the guys and I usually get her left overs. My saying that sounds like I'm complaining and I'm not. I'm really less open, much more conservative, and I'm happy to sift through the guys that June attracts and try to find one that suits me.

I've been dating Chris for almost a year now. He was a roommate to one of June's conquests. It's great to have sex often and get my needs satisfied and Chris does that. But he's not my dream boat and I'm sure that I'm not his. For better or worse we fucked so, even though he's not as good at sex as my earlier ones, we've already done it so I'll continue with him until I find something better. I think he feels the same way. There's just not the wildness or passion or whatever it is with him as I would hope for.

So maybe, we can just have a great experience for a week, enjoy whatever comes along. A little wild sex and a hundred orgasms would be great. Then I can go back home and get back into the same rut and live on memories for a while.

Anyway, we set out after work on Friday. It's past nine pm when we get to the hotel. It's several blocks off the beach, a lot less expensive. By the time we check in and get to our room, we decide it's a night. We might as well go to bed and start out fresh in the morning. Go to the beach in our bathing suits and troll for Horney guys.

After I shower and start getting ready for bed, I realize that I have my pajama tops but not the bottoms.

You still use PJs? June asks.

'Well, yeah," I reply.

"I didn't think anyone used PJs anymore," she says.

What's wrong with PJs? I've used them since I was a kid. What do you use?

"Nighties. Preferably short nighties with no panties. That way I'm available to whoever I'm sleeping with. But why not just wear the tops since that's what you have. It's essentially the same as a short nightie."

So I end up in bed wearing a top only, my bottom bare. Sometime later, I have no idea how long, I'm awakened by June almost yelling. Claire! I've tackled him. Climb on him to hold him down. Sit on him. I have his feet and ankles. Sit on his head.

I have no idea what's going on. It's pitch dark. I start out of bed and realize my foot has hit a body. I sort of feel with my foot, get up and start standing. June is still yelling. Sit on him. Hold him down before he attacks us.

All kinds of thoughts run through my head. Who is this guy? Why is he here? It's dark. What time is it? Even a moment of where am I? Then I'm standing next to my bed. I can tell that I'm straddling a guy because he starts to sit up and he touches my leg. I hear a male voice saying! What are . . . So, I do what June wants, I sit on him. I don't just jump on him but almost. I bend my knees and kneel down and then plump my bare bottom right on his head. I can feel his face under me.

I'm on him, I tell June. What is this all about. Who is he, why is he here?

I heard a noise, June says, and when I woke up, I could see a figure coming in the door, into our room. He closed the door behind him and I jumped out of bed and tackled him and started yelling at you. I guess he's a burglar or a rapist or something.

While she talked, I could feel something. Whoever this guy is, he's licking me. His tongue is in my pussy, moving around. I have to admit, my first thought was that I liked it, not that I was scared of him. I moved my bottom a little to get his tongue aimed better at where I liked it. He licked my clit. "Oh!" I exclaimed.

Are you O.K.? What's happening, why did you make that sound? June yells at me.

He's licking me. I sat my bare bottom on his face and he's licking my pussy. My clit right now. I tell her and move my bottom around to enjoy what he's doing even more. This is really odd. I'm awakened in the middle of the night, in the dark. There's some strange guy for some reason and now I'm sitting on him and he's doing a really great job of licking my pussy. I can feel that it won't take long to have an orgasm, this is all so weird and sexy. I shimmy my bottom on him a little and he keeps on licking me, shoving his tongue into me. I think he knows what he's doing. I moan a little

Wait a minute! Is he a he? Maybe it's a she? Who is this and why is he/it here? I lean forward slightly, keeping my pussy on his mouth and feel for his crotch. O.K., it's a he, definitely a major hard on in there. I feel around and find the zipper and push it down and reach inside and find his dick and work it out of his pants. Seems like a very nice, firm erection. While I'm doing this he's licking away, faster if anything. This is so sexy.

June, I say to her, I think you're next to the chair. My purse is on it. Can you get it and hand it to me.

Why in the world do you want your purse?

Well, I think I'm going to have an orgasm soon and I'd like to climb on his dick and fuck him and I want to use a condom and I have some in my purse.

I can hear her and then feel her pushing the purse in my direction. I take it. She saying, "Are you out of your fucking mind? This guy is some kind of weird do.

Yeah but he's really good at eating me and getting me almost to Cumming and I have his dick out and it feels really great.

If you get off him, he may attack us.

I don't know why but I think he'd rather fuck than fight, and right then he's got my clit in his mouth sucking on it and feels so good a feeling as I've ever had and I'm sure he's darn near drowned by my juice all over his face. Maybe it's a really good one because it's such a weird situation -- dark, a complete unknown stranger, maybe a burglar, sort of adventurous, but whatever I'm having a real high. I get a condom out of my purse, pull off the foil and get it wrapped down this lovely cock I'm holding on to. I lift off him and start moving to turn around and sit on his erection.

He says, "I'm no burglar. I'm coming into my hotel room. What are you two doing here?" About then I have myself poised right over his dick and I start lowering myself. It feels terrific, moving up into me. I moan a little. He moans a little. "Claire?" he says.

It is Claire isn't it, isn't that what June called you? You have the best tasting, firmest pussy I've ever tasted and now you're as tight as anyone I've ever been with. God, this is unbelievable and you're the sexiest woman ever.

By then, I'm raising back up and lowering again, feeling him move inside me.

June pipes in, "What do you mean, your hotel room? What makes you think that?"

His voice says, my best friend and I drove here from Philly. I parked the car while he checked us in and then we hit a couple bars. We didn't find much action, no girls at all, so I decided to hit the sack. He gave me the card key and told me that it was room 211 and I came up and came into room 211 and here I am. Although, I have to be honest and tell you, I'm not complaining. While he's talking, he reaches in the dark and starts fingering my clit as I raise up and drop down on him. As I'm moaning and enjoying the whole experience.

To be continued