But Your Booty Don't Need Explaining

All characters in this story are 18 and older.

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Rikka sighed, wistfully flicking through her Instagram feed. She was reclined in her favorite spot by the pool, shaded by an umbrella as a bevy of vacationers splashed a few feet away from her. A cool ocean breeze whisked past the nape of her neck, wavy black tresses of her hair tied up in a ponytail.

The cruise ship's horn temporarily broke her out of her reverie. Some people gave few cheers. But the moment passed, and Rikka's bored eyes returned to her screen, endlessly flicking as she waited.

It was the third day of the weeklong cruise her mom had dragged her to, en route to Hawaii. Rikka had insisted that she stay behind, seeing how she'd much rather just laze around in bed or spend time with her boyfriend. She'd just turned 18, after all, and the entire summer leading up to college was ahead of her.

Unfortunately for her, there was no changing her mom's mind when it was set on something.

"We need some us time, Rikka," she had said, excitedly packing and tossing over a brochure of the itinerary. "Your boyfriend can wait. Besides, I'm not wasting these tickets from the raffle!"

And that was that.

As expected, she and her mom barely spent any time together after the first day or so, and Rikka found herself lounging by the pool in her favorite blue and white striped bikini, sipping on virgin pina coladas. Her mom was always playing bingo or gambling in the casino downstairs, both activities that Rikka would find mind-numbingly dull.

So here she sat, scrolling through social media using the ship's dreadfully-slow wifi. Her boyfriend had offered to try and Facetime her today, but he was running late. She started to wonder if the wifi would even be fast enough to receive a Facetime call, seeing how she had a difficult time to even load up stories and refresh her feed.

She kept loading up her messaging app to see if she'd somehow missed his call until she just found herself reading over conversations she'd had with her boyfriend, the latest being a reassurance about the cruise.

Rikka smiled rereading the texts. Her boyfriend was always a sweetheart, and even when the cruise cut into time they had planned to spend together hanging out, he was ever the optimist.

Just go and have fun, he had texted. Have some new experiences that you can't have in Japan! It's your first time in Hawaii after all.

She had sent him a few heart emojis and a simple "Ok, I'll try". The conversation ended there, and there wasn't any indication that she had missed any texts or calls.

Rikka sighed again, reaching over to take another sip from her drink.

That's when she saw a man making his way from the poolside bar.

He was an American. Tall, fit, blond. He had shades on, so she couldn't quite see his face, but from the instant her eyes laid on him, she could tell that he was handsome. His body was toned, defined abs running up his front, exposed with the lack of a shirt. Rikka couldn't help but keep looking, peering over the top edge of her phone, checking out the contours of his biceps, the subtle curls of hair on his defined pecs.

Before she knew it he was only a few feet away from her, and Rikka suddenly ripped her gaze away, pretending to focus back on her phone.

He was actually approaching her. And she knew it wasn't a coincidence either; out of all the rows of reclined beach chairs, she'd picked the far corner with nobody sitting next to her for several seats.

An excited ripple shot through her skin, her pulse almost doubling as each of the man's steps got closer. A lump in her throat formed when he oh-so-casually plopped down onto the reclined seat next to her.

Rikka kept boring her eyes into the screen of her phone. She saw his tanned skin out of the corner of her eye, and a sudden temptation to look at him again spiked in her heart.

She was at a loss. She wasn't particularly good at English, knowing only a few key phrases here and there. But language barrier aside, it was clear that this man had trekked all the way back here, right next to her for a reason.

And he wasn't trying to hide that reason as she felt his eyes on her skin, roaming from her toes, up her exposed legs, across the front of her chest, up to her face.

Rikka stayed frozen. She should have left. He was most obviously a creep just coming by to hit on her. And besides that, she had a call to her boyfriend to make. It'd be awkward if he called right when this random guy just sat next to her, leering at her.

She had every reason to leave right at that second. But Rikka stayed put.

She gulped, wondering why. The warm sensation of his eyes groping her exposed skin lasted for a moment longer before they left. And Rikka suddenly felt herself wanting it back.

Despite herself, she allowed her eye to peek at the man. He was reclined in the most relaxed manner, not a care in the world as her body shifted away from him in instinct. He had an easy smile as he sipped on some alcoholic drink he'd gotten from the bar.

Then, to Rikka's shock, he turned his head towards her. Their eyes locked.

She instantly flushed, looking back at her phone. But it was too late.

"Hi there." the stranger said in English. Rikka looked back at him then, trying to muster a smile.

"H-Hello." she managed, the "L's" in her greeting heavily accented.

Her heart pounded, and as she looked back at the man again, she couldn't help but keep looking as he rose his sunglasses, revealing vibrant blue eyes that seemed to see right through her. He offered her a friendly, understanding smile.

"Japanese?" he said, pointing at her with a finger lifted from his glass.

Rikka nodded. She tried her best to return his smile, but found it hard when she was so mesmerized by it. What was getting over her?

The man continued talking, but this time he tried to talk in Japanese.

"Ah...I am...tou...tourist." he said, gesturing with his hands. "Uh...from California."

Rikka nodded encouragingly, finding herself giggling at his broken Japanese. Seeing how he was putting in the effort, it was only fair that she did too.

"M-Me...too?" she said, pointing at herself. "But I...from Japan."

The stranger smiled widely.

"Very good!"

Rikka couldn't help but feel happy at his praise. She'd never applied the English she learned in class before, and with each fumbling word she grew more emboldened.

All at once all the tension in her disappeared. The man continued in his fumbling Japanese, and she kept going in her own tripping English as they tried to tell each other their intentions, bits of their lives. Small talk, mostly. But Rikka recognized that the real conversation silent, a conversation played out between their shifting eyes.

Before Rikka knew it, the ice was completely broken, and she was constantly giggling, casting smiles down at the ground.

She was having fun. Despite the language barrier, the stranger knew how to make her laugh, knew just the tight simple questions to make her open up. More than that, he knew when to look at her eyes, and when to look...elsewhere. Rikka found herself enjoying every second of it, relishing this attention that she'd rarely indulged in before today.

She reached over to the pina colada she'd been sipping before realizing that it was all gone.

The stranger noticed, and offered her another.

"N-No thank you."

The stranger shrugged before he sipped on his own drink. Rikka kept looking at him, finding her eyes focusing on more than just his face. She was suddenly aware of the churn in her belly, how hot she was feeling. Rikka gulped as a revelation gripped her: she was deadly attracted to this man she just met, and it was obvious by the way he looked back that the feeling was reciprocated.

Rikka didn't even realize that in the past few minutes, the phone she'd clutched as a shield against social interaction was stashed in her JanSport backpack, leaving her defenseless.

Not that she minded anymore.

Her breathing grew a little heavier now as she shifted her thighs. His eyes didn't even try hiding the fact that they were latched onto the creamy skin, watching as she adjusted herself on the chair. Rikka swallowed, very aware that what she did next would speak volumes about whether or not she acknowledged this stranger's very forward advances.

Then, out of all things, her boyfriend's texts flashed in her mind.

Go have some fun! Have some new experiences that you can't have in Japan!

Rikka swallowed again, and with a sudden burst of boldness, she brought her hand to one of her thighs as she pressed them together. She ran her fingers up her skin as her heart tried pounding its way out of her chest. The stranger's eyes followed as she brought her hand sliding up, up, up, then at the junction of her hip, she focused her touch to a single finger before bringing it to her belly, drawing a playful circle around her belly button.

What was she doing?!

Rikka felt herself grow hotter, a blush visible on her cheeks as she breathed a little heavier than normal. The stranger's eyes went up to hers and she saw a dark swirl in his pupils as they locked eyes.

This was it. This was now or never. She could leave this man behind, forget this little flirtation ever happen, stop whatever collision course she had with deep regret before the regrets could come to fruition.

But she kept her gaze locked with the stranger, a silent consent, a wordless reciprocation. Her boyfriend's text emblazoned itself on her mind again, and she found herself forgetting who even sent it.

Then, in a low voice, the stranger broke the silence.

"Wanna go have some fun?"

Even with her limited understanding of English, Rikka could tell exactly what he meant. His eyes, his cocky grin was all she needed.

She should say no. She had to say no. For her sake. For her boyfriend's sake.

But as these dying protests raced through her mind, the only face she could even imagine wasn't her boyfriend's, but this man whose name she didn't even know.

She took another breath, and with the exhale her soft lips rung out the death knell.

A flirty smile curled on her lips.

"Okay."

*******

The door to the family restroom shut with a thud, and the stranger locked it. It was roomier than the other private restrooms lining the hall next to the pool, and it was the one on the farthest end, away from all the crowds, from all the people.

As Rikka set down her backpack, she felt her heart pulse rapidly in her throat.

She looked at the man expectantly, tucking a lock of her hair behind her ear as his eyes unleashed upon her skin like hot needles. She'd expected him to bring her to his room, but she had no qualms about a restroom; she could tell in the way that he breathed that this wild stranger couldn't wait.

And if Rikka was being honest, in her own wild daze, she couldn't wait either.

Only a single step and he was upon her, pushing Rikka against the nearest wall. She gasped as the cool tile kissed her back, almost panting now as she felt him press up against her, firm musculature searing into the softness of her nubile body, something hard throbbing against her thigh.

She looked up at him, eyes dark and lips agape as he brought a hand up to her chin. Her own hands instinctively but nervously found his waist.

Not a moment later, and his lips crashed into hers, ripping a gasp from her throat. He kissed her hard and rough, barely peeling his lips off before enveloping over her mouth again a moment later. He kissed her like she was a woman.

Rikka melted, kissing him back in desperate clasps, breathing hard through her nose as he dominated her lips. She squeaked when he didn't hesitate to fondle her, a hand eagerly sinking into the plump softness of her ass, another greedily seizing the swell of her left breast. Rikka tried her best to respond in kind, the nervous hands at his sides smoothing up his abs, feeling every firm contour, making her feel even hotter as she felt the curls of hair sprouting from his hard pecs.

The stranger deepened the kiss, opening his mouth wider to let wet air rush between their liplock. His tongue slid against the front of her teeth, and Rikka obliged, letting him slide it between her cheeks, coiling it against hers. He tasted of liquor, and Rikka couldn't get enough of it, her own tongue desperately sliding against his, mewling as she felt pooling saliva drip between their chins.

They continued in their fevered embrace with hands in ten places at once. Rikka's own hands found a nice hold on the stranger's firm ass as he started to grind his arousal against her. Their mouths wetly fucked in hot gasps of air, and Rikka started feeling a little heady as her air was replaced more and more by this man's tongue.

She suddenly felt his hands move down to her thighs, fingers clamping into their supple thickness before spreading them apart. Rikka yielded, feeling her legs spread a bit for the man to press into her closer. She let out a squeal as he started grinding the bulge in his swimming trunks right on top of her bikini bottoms, the friction making Rikka realized just how wet she was right now.

Their crotches slid together in a sinful grind as the stranger kept cycling his hips.

He separated from her mouth, tongue slipping out with bridges of spit peeling away from their lips. Rikka was left panting, tongue out from her lips as she looked up at him in a stranger didn't give her time to recover as his hands suddenly seized her wrists, and pinned them high above her head. He pressed his forehead against hers as he kept grinding, wordlessly panting his breath against her face.

Then he kissed her again, quick swipes of his tongue accompanying the rough swirl of his mouth. Just as soon as the kiss started, the man left her mouth, leaving Rikka's little mewls to echo out in the restroom as the kisses continued down her chin, down her neck. His lips felt so damn good against her as he ravished her, tasted her as if she was a dessert. She loved every flit of his lips, every hot and wet drag of his tongue against her skin.

Down, down he went as the heat in her core grew ever hotter with every grind of his hips. She fully expected, fully wanted for the stranger's mouth to slip over one of her breasts, but as the progress of his kisses slipped over her collarbone, he instead veered to the left.

Rikka's eyes shot open as she suddenly felt those moist kisses suddenly swirl right in the center of her exposed armpit.

She flushed, thinking of how it smelled, maybe how it tasted. But as he continued licking there, suckling on it with his lips as if every inch of her skin was ripe fruit, Rikka gave into it, eyelids fluttering as he swooped in to her other armpit. It seemed that it didn't matter where he kissed; wherever his mouth went, it made her knees weak.

The stranger maneuvered himself back onto her neck, giving her skin a little nick. She bit her lip at the slight pinch of teeth, her hands moving up to the spiky blond of his hair as he swirled that mouth in between her cleavage. She shut her eyes tight as the clenching of her core spread more sparks through her legs. She heard the stranger's sunglasses clatter onto the restroom floor.

Another excited shiver ran through her as large and experienced hands ran up her sides, thumbs pressing into her belly. Rikka was almost breathless at this point, each deep gulp of air smelling of the stranger's musky cologne.

"Ah...!" Rikka squeaked, her breasts suddenly exposed to the stuffy air.

His hands had flipped up the cloth of her bikini top, and the stranger didn't hesitate from cupping her breasts in those bearish palms, shifting her pebbly pink nipples against his skin.

He'd stopped thrusting against her as he played with her chest. He was biting his lip as he continued, breathing hard through his nose.

"God, you're just beautiful."

His words were a low growl, and Rikka only caught the word "beautiful". She didn't have a chance to thank him before his lips captured one of her breasts, hungrily sucking on the tender flesh with a vigor that made Rikka's breath hitch. She panted, trying to hold back the strange noises in the back of her throat as the stranger devoured her tits, ravishing them in his spit.

Her boyfriend's mouth never felt this good. Not on her own lips when they kissed, and definitely not when he was tentatively lapping at her naked chest. The stranger's tongue flicked and swirled in just the right ways, his teeth occasionally biting into her skin for the perfect amount of pain. She loved the feeling of his appreciative grunts humming into her skin.

Rikka was more turned on here in this restroom with a stranger sucking on her breasts than she had been her whole life.

She started to wish that he hadn't stopped grinding between her legs when she suddenly felt one of his hands slip down her stomach and ease under her bikini bottoms. Her eyes shot open as a loud moan ripped from her throat. The stranger's fingers ran against her outer lips, padding together as they slicked up and down inside the confines of her swimwear.

All the while, he kept sucking on her breast, alternating between them, leaving her nipples glistening with his spit. The combined sensations were too much for her, and the moans began tumbling out from her throat before she could stop them, growing longer and more high-pitched when he plunged his fingers inside her, pumping them in and out, in and out.

Faster and faster he coaxed his fingers into her, his hand intermittently brushing against Rikka's clit.

She was wet, very wet, something she didn't truly grasp until now as her knees buckled with every slide of this man's fingers deep into her cunt. He curled them at just the right moments before speeding them up, wrenching sighs and uncontrollable noises from her lips. Rikka could feel her insides clench and wring around him, and it was only a matter of time before the tension in the knot of her stomach came loose.

But all of a sudden, in the midst of Rikka's world swirling to mindless white flashes of bliss, the stranger stopped.

Rikka felt his hands slip out from her bikini bottoms, trailing her stickiness against the skin of her belly. He retreated from her chest too, the drying spit on her teats leaving a cold kiss.

She opened her eyes the moment she felt his hands tug at her bottoms. She breathed hard through her mouth, trying to gain her bearings as the skimpy material hugging her hips was peeled all the way off, leaving the sticky heat of her pink pussy bare. In her dazed and desperate state, Rikka tried to aid the stranger's endeavor, spreading her stance a bit so he could peel the bikini off the thick obstacle of her thighs easier.

Strings of her arousal followed, and Rikka could only watch in slight awe at how her pussy throbbed, shamelessly leaking clear strings of stickiness down her legs, some of them reaching the floor. She wanted the stranger on her body again, needed him inside of her.

Her swimsuit finally pooled around her ankles, and she stepped out of them. The stranger was on his knees now, and with his hands gently cupping the sides of her legs, he leaned in and his mouth went to work again, lips hotly peeling blossom after blossom onto her thighs. Rikka's hands found themselves in his hair again, and she sighed at the caress of his fingers against her thickness, how he cradled it like a treasure, soft squeezes making her knees weaker.

In the span of another moment, the stranger suddenly raised himself up almost completely on his knees, bringing him face-level to her moist core.

He looked up at her, as if silently asking for permission.

The bite of her lip and the grin that instinctually curled on her mouth was more than enough of an answer.