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I took a moment after stripping out of my travel clothes to look at myself in a large mirror. I wasn’t so bad. I mean, why shouldn’t Chay, Rob, and Jean-Pierre be interested in me?
But that didn’t matter at the moment. What did was getting off, and I had the perfect little fantasy to accompany my fun.
The showerhead extended from the ceiling, pouring down on me like it was raining. I watched it sluice over my body, achy from the inactivity of the long flight, down my chest and over my nipples. I brought my hands to my breasts, pushing them together and pulling lightly on my nipples.
It was yummy, all the sensations, as I began to imagine someone joining me, unexpectedly, in the shower.
The man I envisioned was a blend of my three van mates, with Jean-Pierre’s eyes, Rob’s California vibe, and Chay’s glorious skin tone.
I shook with anticipation, reaching to the soap shelf for the little ‘assist’ I’d brought with me, a small but powerful vibrator I’d gotten soon after being dumped. It was my new best friend, with twin prongs to use in lots of imaginative ways.
Starting on low, I teased it over my nipples and down my body, wishing it was the real thing. I didn’t need a huge cock, or even a long one. Just one attached to a real human being who’d fill me with it.
But in my fantasy, I could let my mind pretend that the several inches of silicone and double A batteries were pulsing with warm blood and not just an electric motor. I teased it over my clit, shuddering and gasping.
I’d used the vibrator everywhere on my body, doing things I’d never done with my ex as I explored my new life as a single person. But I had a favorite. I threw a hand towel on the ground and got to my knees on the shower floor, the rain-like water splattering on my back. I traced my pussy lips with the vibrator, moaning and gasping as my hips opened up and I felt water trickle down my ass, over my puckered hole, and then to my pussy.
My dream guy stood under the shower stream, glistening like a god, slowly stroking his long, hard dick.
“You want to taste me before you fuck my pussy?” I asked him.
“Yeah, baby. But first I want to watch you fuck yourself,” he said in a low growl.
I held the vibrator against my clit for a moment, then pressed it to my pussy opening, and then back up, arching my back in response to the sensation. I slipped it inside, just a bit at a time, and after a minute, I was nice and relaxed, my wetness coating the tip.
“You need to fuck me just like this,” I moaned.
I gasped, pulling the vibe out and sliding it back in, no longer just accepting the toy, but now at a point where I was demanding it.
I surrendered to my needs, not caring if I was in the outdoor shower, and not caring if anyone heard me. If anything, the idea of it, and arousing someone, turned me on to no end.
“Fuck me… oh god, I need you to pound this tight pussy… fuck me harder,” I moaned as I turned up the vibrator.
I closed my eyes and accepted the intense vibration of the device, angling the second, smaller head against my clit at the end of every stroke.
My head began to buck, the first sign of what was to come. I held the toy, now balanced on the shower floor, and fucked it like my life depended on it, grinding and humping, begging for my release.
And when it came, I spasmed and shook, the vibrator mercilessly continuing its invasion because, after all, I had to be the one to stop it.
I rolled to my back, closing my eyes in the rainfall shower and letting the vibrator slip out and gently pulse against my clit. I pulled my knees up to let the falling water hit my most sensitive parts, and imagined myself, again, begging to be fucked harder. And deeper.
In my fantasy, the man held me down, his hand firmly but gently on my throat, his hips pounding in and out over and over, pressing me against the hard tiled floor.
My eyes closed and my back arched, a second orgasm battering me even harder than the first. Every inch of me clenched, and I was rocked by explosive waves of pleasure.
Afterward, I sprawled on the shower floor, smiling weakly. I’d have kept going, but the batteries in my vibrator were weak because I hadn’t recharged them before flying out. The cooling water still rained down on my body, and I lay there, relishing the sensation.
It was delicious, having sex outdoors, even if it were just by myself.
But fuck, I had five days to see if anyone wanted to join me, and I had just the gentlemen in mind to extend an invitation to.
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4
White Bikini
After a luxurious breakfastthe next morning in the resort’s dining room—a crazy spread of fruit, baked goods, and spicy but refreshing cold tea—I went back to my room and changed into my bathing suit.
