Cabana Boy

"Didn't it hurt?"

"Not really. I was VERY relaxed, and when he first started playing back there, he stayed on the outside. He started massaging me and loosening things up. When he tried to go in the first few times with his finger, I would clamp down and tighten up, but he would just keep massaging and I would relax again. Then he slowly slid his finger in, stopping just after it went in for me to get used to the feeling and see if I wanted to go on. It felt weird at first, but not uncomfortable, so I told him it was OK. So he slid his finger in a little deeper, and stopped. He kept doing this until his finger was all the way in. Then he started to slowly pull it out, doing the same thing...asking me if I was OK. It took a while for me to relax and open up enough to let him finger fuck me, y;know actually going in and out, but once he did, it wasn't bad. Now, I don't see how those porno actresses can take those huge cocks and get ass fucked THAT hard and not feel it! I guess they build up to it. But I can see how fingers or a smaller cock might not feel too bad up there.

"Jury's still out for me. I don't know if I want some guy messing with me back there"

"Well, that's your choice. For me it was a nice experience but, no pun intended, I wanted to move on. I had recovered from all my orgasms and gotten my second wind so he went into the bathroom and washed his hands, and came back to bed. Now it was MY turn! I could hardly move...but I wanted to give back as good as I'd been getting. So I had him lay down on the bed and propped his head up on all the pillows. I climbed on top of him, straddling him and bent down and kissed him. My hair fell down around us and tickled our faces as we kissed...and kissed...and kissed! I've never liked kissing that much, maybe because my ex was lousy at it, but I couldn't stop kissing this guy! I moved down to his neck and tasted the slightly salty taste of a light sweat. I licked his neck, his ears, and down to his chest. I sucked his nipples. First time I've ever done that to a man. I let my hair fall and tickle his chest and face as I moved farther down. I also used my nails to scratch...not hard...his chest and stomach. I worked my way down to that nice cock of his, which was at about three quarters erect now. He spread his legs wider to give me better access so I settled down between HIS legs to go to work. I held my head over his cock, letting my hair tickle it. It responded by growing a little harder. Then I took it in my right hand and felt it's heat, and pulse. I could feel the blood rushing through the veins. I gave it a gentle squeeze. With my other hand, I reached down to cup and fondle his balls. He had nice big balls, and I couldn't wait to drain every drop of cum out of them! I started giving him a slow, steady hand job, just keeping him warmed up. That practice on my boyfriend back in high school paid off nicely here! I looked up toward his face, and noticed he was watching my every move, with an appreciative smile. But his cock needed some lube, so I broke my eye contact with him and gently put the head in my mouth, while I still jerked the shaft with my hand. I tried to let as much spit and drool as I could muster dribble down his cock, and work it in with my hand. Now things are slipping and sliding pretty good. I get into a good rhythm with my mouth and hands, taking him in my mouth, and then as I pull it out of my mouth...wrapping it with my hand. When I went back down with my mouth, I'd lead with my hand and flatten it out against his stomach as my mouth took more and more. At one point, with his cock deep in my mouth, I looked up at him. He said he loved seeing that, the eye contact with his dick in my mouth. So I continued to suck and work his shaft with my mouth, staring him dead in the eye. It was pretty erotic for me too. Whew! I kept licking and sucking him, then moved his cock aside and kept stroking it with my hand while I licked and sucked his balls. I would suck each one in my mouth and roll it around like a big walnut. It made a popping sound when if came out of my mouth. I licked the skin between his balls and his asshole. A girlfriend told me that was a really sensitive area and apparently it is. Then I started doing these long licks up the entire length, from just above his asshole, along that sensitive skin, up through his balls, and up the shaft of his cock. When I got to the top of his cock, I put my mouth over it and went down on it as far as I could go, then took it out and backtracked the same way I came. His cock was rock hard after all of this, and I didn't want him to come before I got that thing inside me, so I got a condom off the nightstand, unwrapped it, and put it on top of his cock. Then I went down on him again, unrolling the condom onto his cock with my lips...getting it all nice and wet for action. So when the horse was ready to ride, I climbed on! He didn't seem to mind that I was on top, so I straddled him, lifted my hips up, held his cock steady, then slowly impaled myself on him. Going in, ever so slowly, it felt SO good...I thought I would pass out. When he was all the way in, I just sat there for a minute, motionless, squeezing his cock internally with my muscles. I reached behind me and played with his balls too. Then slowly, I lifted myself off that hard rod until just the tip was in, then sank it home again. I started building the pace, each time taking him in and out the full length. He put his hands on my hips to guide me and to hold me steady, but I was riding that pony good, until I got a cramp in the back of my leg! I had to stop and get off and he helped rub it until the knot let go. But then I climbed right back on, but this time, he held me down on top of him with his hands, not letting me go up and down. But he started rocking my hips back and forth, which rubbed my clit along his pubic bone. Here he was, had already made me come four times, and he's still trying to get ME off, again! It felt good but damn it, I wanted to FUCK! He started to sit up and at the same time wrapped his arm around my waist, holding us together while he flipped me on my back, missionary style. Now he started pounding into my hot wet pussy like nobody's business! Sometimes slowly, sometimes fast and hard. This guy knew how to fuck a woman! He might be fucking someone else right now just as good, but I don't care, because I had him then, and IT WAS GOOD! His cock was just the right size, not too big, not too thick. OP was hungry for that wiener and she ate it UP! This went on for a LONG time, and like a good dancer, would change his moves every so often. First my legs were on the bed with knees bent, then he put my legs on his shoulders, then he took them off his shoulder and turned me on my side with my legs scissored so that he's fucking me sideways, then he rolled me over all the way onto my stomach and was fucking me from behind while almost laying on top of me, then he grabbed me around the waist and rolled us both over so that I was on top again, lying on top of him as he fuck me from underneath. Then he pushed me up so that I was facing away from him and I was on top again and did a few squats on his cock, then he pushed me forward again and now we were into doggy style. I liked this position. It was a little bit hard for him, because I'm so tall, to get the right angle, but the feeling of his balls slapping into my pussy and clit was setting me up for another huge orgasm. A couple times while he was fucking me from behind he would snake that finger into my ass again or give me a hard slap on my butt, but at this point, I didn't care. I was getting the best fuck of my entire life from my dance instructor cabana boy whom I would never see again, so it just didn't matter!! He could tell I was getting ready to come again and I could tell that he was getting ready to come too. His breathing was getting deeper, his pace was quickening, and he was slamming that cock home deep inside me with every stroke. He held onto my hips, driving that hard-on even deeper. When he did, drops of sweat popped off of both of us. We were drenched in sweat, cum, oil, and spit. I was moaning and groaning loud enough to hear through the walls, I'm sure, but I didn't care who heard us. We were two souls of pure lust and we didn't care! He must have felt my orgasm start, or I felt his, because we BOTH cried out "I'M COMING!" at the same time and exploded in pure pleasure all over each other. I was having massive contractions, trying to milk every drop of cum out of that gifted cock. I could feel his contractions too as that hard cock pulsed and twitched deep in me. I knew that each one of those pulses and twitches was shooting more and more hot cum out into that condom. It felt like he came about a gallon! We both let out one loud final gasp, which coincided with one last wave of luscious ecstasy, and collapsed onto the bed with him behind me, spooning me. If I'd had a heart attack and died right there, I would have died a happy woman."

"I think I would have too!"

"We laid there for probably 10 minutes, unable to move. We felt the ripples and spasms of our dying orgasms fade away. We felt the small contractions of strained muscles that come after a great workout. I felt his cock, that wonderful cock, going softer and softer inside me. I felt very mischievous all the sudden. He had given me SO much pleasure, I wanted to do something unique and memorable for him. So I pulled my hips forward to pull myself off his dick, then turned around to face him. I was laying next to him, propped up on one elbow, and reached out with my hand and slid the condom off his cock, using enough pressure make sure I scraped every drop into the rubber. He was watching me as I worked his cum down into the tip of the rubber and started playing with the condom a little. There was A LOT of cum too! I was watching him watch me, and I got this idea. I think I had seen it in a porno movie once, but I took the condom, tilted my head back, and turned it upside down, and let all that sweet cum drip into my mouth! A cum shooter!

"No way! You didn't!"

"I sure did! And more, I even rolled it around on my tongue, let a little spill out onto my lips, and blew bubbles with it. He watched me the whole time as I played with his cum, obviously enjoying the show. Finally, I swallowed it all with one big gulp! Now, YOU know that in all the years we've been friends, I've NEVER swallowed or let a man come in my mouth! I always thought that was TOO gross. And yet, here I was not only swallowing his cum, but PLAYING with it! Drinking it out of a rubber! I don't know what that man did to me, but I LIKE IT!

"Sounds like your cabana boy corrupted you"

"In all my life, in all my lousy lays, I have NEVER come during sex without doing it myself, now with this guy makes me come SIX TIMES...AND SQUIRT! I've never let a man play with my ass, and I let him stick his fingers up mine! I've never swallowed and now I'm DRINKING his cum like a Jello shot! I'd say this guy did a little corrupting. I wish I could have thanked him though."

"What do you mean?"

"We had been having sex for almost four hours! The sun was starting to come up and I still had my plane to catch today. I was exhausted! We got up long enough to take another quick, hot shower together to rinse off and we went to bed. I curled up in his arms and we fell asleep. Sometime after that, he must've got up and left. When I woke up, there was this single red rose on my pillow." She sniffed it again, closed her eyes, as if to relive each moment it signified.

"Oh, That's sweet! But don't you feel dirty or shameful knowing that he was only a one night stand and you'll never see him again? Aren't you mad that he just left? Aren't you jealous that he might be out giving some other woman her cabana boy fantasy?"

"Hell NO! Do you think HE's sitting around jealous that I might fuck somebody else? No! Listen honey. I don't like one night stands because it implies one person using the other, leading them on with lies and promises of a future just to get them in bed. And most of the guys who want one night stands aren't anyone I'd want to sleep with. This wasn't like that. This was a HOT man who understood our mutual consent to just FUCK! No strings, no commitments, no entanglements. We both knew the deal going in so we weren't using each other. Well, yes we were, but in a physical sense, not an emotional one. . We both knew this wasn't a "relationship." We both knew that we were horny, attracted to each other, available, and took advantage of the opportunity. What's the harm in that? Maybe some women have to be in a "relationship" or be married before they'll give up the goodies to a man. Been there, done that! You have too. And what did it get me? Stuck with a lousy lay! So no, I don't feel guilty.

"When I left town all those years back, I got laid THAT night too...badly! This time, when I left town, it was a whole different story! I'm still sore from all the fucking we did! I'll feel him in that respect for a few days. But look at us. Here we've been sitting in traffic for over an hour,...and I'm soaking wet and I bet you are too!"

"Yep"

"Why? Why are we not mad as hell with road rage right now? Because some man...500 miles away..fucked me SO WELL last night that just the story of how he did it... and the memories of it... are enough to get me wet all over again, and to get you wet too. Now if you tell a friend and I tell another friend, that's four women who will be wet and excited about what this man did. And if he does that to another women and sends her home, she'll be spreading the word too. So how can that be a bad thing?"

"Last night was like our trip to the Caribbean a few years back. It was paradise! It was romantic! It was sensual! But it was also an escape from reality! When we were on vacation, we had a great time. It was relaxing, invigorating, fun, and recharged us to go face our real world again. But you and I knew that we would eventually have to go back to our own lives and couldn't stay in paradise forever, and that right after we left, some other pair of dissastisfied housewives would be dumped a the pool by their husbands, they would be at the same pool in our deck chairs, drinking the same drinks, and playing who's "doable" just like we did. Are we jealous of them for sharing the same need we have to relax? No! We had our turn, so why begrudge them theirs? This guy was just like that. Being with him gave me THE most incredible sexual experience OF MY LIFE! Maybe I can go back home again and he'll give me another one. Maybe not. That's not the point. I know he didn't learn all those tricks and skills without practicing on SOMEBODY. But since I received the benefit of those skills and talents, why should I care who else he does it with as long as he does it as safely as he did with me? Hmmm? Think of it this way. If I could take him home and keep him in a cage all to myself to fuck all the time, that would be like trying to buy up that resort we stayed at so that only I could have the benefits of it. I had my time. Why not let other women enjoy that gift too? If they do, then maybe they'll know, like I do, what we've been missing...how good it CAN be...and that it's not OUR fault! Maybe, if more women fuck him and go back to their husbands and boyfriends and say "You're not doing me right!" maybe we can start getting more men to fuck us like we want to be fucked! Not this "Well, I've got a minute or two before halftime's over" crap! And if it takes angels like that man doing one night stands with frustrated women like me, then so be it!"

"Amen to that!"

She looked up toward the roof of the car, but actually was looking beyond into the sky. "So whoever you are, wherever you are...THANK YOU! Thank you for fucking the shit out of me! Thank you for fucking all those other women so that you learned all that stuff! Thank you for showing me a little piece of paradise! Thank you for making me come so much it hurts! Thank you for sharing a part of you with me...and Thank you for my rose. I'll always treasure it, and the memories we made together! Thank you, thank you, thank you!!"

The car pulled up to curb and she got out and got her bag from the back seat. As she walked toward the door, her friend yelled out, facetiously, through the open passenger side window "Do you think they have dancing at the next reunion?"

She continued walking toward the door, but looked back with a big grin on her face, "I sure hope so!"