The Travel Agent

Afterglow is probably my favorite feeling, next to the sex itself, and it always seemed to help my energy was quickly returning to me. I opened my eyes to find I was facing his nice soft cock resting on his hair not more than 2 feet from my eyes. I put my hand on his cock and started stroking it and asked him if he wanted me to make him cum again. I could tell that part of him wanted to say yes, but he also knew it probably wouldn't happen, so he declined. Instead I just tuned off the light, we rolled over, and we fell asleep together. More than once throughout the night I woke up and couldn't help myself but to play with him a little bit. I managed to make him hard each time, but he stayed asleep, so I decided to let him sleep.

The next morning I woke up without an alarm and went to the washroom. When I emerged, he was watching me and lying there wearing nothing but a grin and a nicely formed hard-on. I went to him and lay on top, and could feel his cock pushing against my stomach as we kissed. I moved up just a bit so that the shaft would rub between my legs, and he held my butt as we used our bodied to caress each other.

I could feel myself getting moist, so I moved up a bit more until I felt his soft head pushing against my lips. A little more moving of the hips and he started to slide into me. I started moving up and down on him, slowly at first until I finally slid all the way down on him and my hips were touching his. When I started to rock back and forth, we stopped kissing and I sat up on him and then leaned into his chest as his hands held my boobs. The more I rocked, the harder I could feel him getting and the more he pumped his hips under me. Soon his hardness was deeper inside me than I thought he could go as I could feel him touching something way inside. That set something off in both of us and he suddenly started breathing quickly. He began to thrust his hips as quick as his breathing and with each thrust, his cock head was pressed up against something inside. He was going to cum soon, and I didn't want it to happen without me, so I reached down to massage my clit while we rocked. It didn't take much of this when I felt it spurting warmth inside me. Already on the brink of an orgasm, that feeling made me cum as my whole body shook on top of him. I leaned forward moving my hands off his chest to his shoulders as his hands held my hips and helped me move as we both came together.

When it finally stopped, he rubbed by back and the sides of my breasts. As I just sat there with him inside me, all I could think about was how good a lay this guy was. We just lied there for a couple of minutes holding as again I felt his cock grow soft inside me. While I rolled off of him, I looked down to watch as his glistening cock slide out of me. Still having not spoken a word since we woke up, we laid there for a few minutes, enjoying the feeling of our bodies leaning against each other. Finally I told him I had to get going. This was my last day there and I wanted to see a few things before I left, and offered him to join me if he wanted. He declined.

When we finally got the energy, we got up and went to take a shower together. Washing each other got us going again and this time he did me from behind. Neither of us came, but it felt so good just screwing, it was worth the long shower.

He got out of the shower first and while I was getting ready, he ordered room service. Breakfast arrived just as I was finishing getting ready, and we ate on the balcony, enjoying the view of the city.

When we were done, we had a bit of an awkward moment as I could tell that he didn't really feel comfortable just leaving like that. I had never had a one night stand, and I wasn't sure about him. As we lived in different parts of the US, staying in touch would not be practical, so when he left, I knew I wouldn't see him again. As we kissed goodbye, I couldn't help but reach under his housecoat and give his package 1 last grope. I was tempted to get one last lay out of him, and his hardness told me he was good for it, but if we did that, I would never get to my other business, so I just let him leave.

Once gone, I checked the schedule for the tour busses, and I found that at the time I was supposed to be getting on a bus to see the ancient ruins, I was in the shower getting some cock. So, I wouldn't be taking the tour and it was too late to get one last screw. Oh, well. To make sure the rest of the wouldn't be a complete waste, I planned to spend a little time doing some shopping in the area, then head down and get some of those shells I saw the day before.

My flight wasn't until the evening, and check-out time was at noon, so I asked the concierge to hold my bags for me until I got back. After spending way too much money, then collecting way more shells than I would ever have a use for, I got back to pick up my bags. They were waiting for me as expected, and I still had a bit of time to kill, so I asked him about that section of beach with all the shells. He explained that that particular section has had a few different developments on it, but they each been leveled by storms. It seems that there is a bit of a natural storm funnel that directs the brunt of the storm surge into that area. Other resorts are not badly hit while whatever was on that site would be flooded and leveled. That section of beach had turned into a bit of a party magnet as nobody owns the land and it is always vacant. He generally recommended you didn't go there at night because some less savory characters tend to frequent the area. I just felt lucky that I was there when I was, and I made a mental note to in the future ask the resort staff about the local areas to avoid.

The flight home was quick and eventless, and I headed back to work refreshed, but already looking forward to my next vacation. It didn't come fast enough.

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Over the last few years working in the job, I had been rewarded by various companies countless free weeks at their resorts and half a dozen cruises, and I had cashed in on only a couple of them. My parent's anniversary was coming and I figured I'd see if I could cash in a couple of these packages to send them on a nice vacation. One company that ran several resorts had awarded me 5 free trips to date, so I called to ask if I could use a couple for my parents. I managed to get them to a nice quiet all expenses paid resort that was frequented by the older crowd. I also got them 2 weeks instead of 1 as their anniversary fell in the off-peak period.

At the same time, I decided to cash in one of the weeks for myself. When I reviewed the options with their resorts manager, she suggested one that was more oriented towards younger singles and couples. It was neither for kids nor for the much older crowd. This place she told me was meant for the more adventurous and had a greater party atmosphere. It wasn't until I got there I really understood what she meant. This was also the place where I met Steve.

It was an early flight leaving in the morning, so I got there early afternoon, plenty of time to check in and start seeing the sights. Several of us were on the same flight and checked in at the same time. It was explained to us at check-in that the island has a law that the beach front is public property, and the beach was not closed of at the ends of the resort, so any non-resort people could walk by on the beach, but just can't walk up from the shore more than 20 feet or use any of the facilities. We were also told that the entire island was generally safe, but if you left the resort along the beach, your safety became your own concern. It was made quite clear to all that sex outside on the grounds was forbidden. This told me 2 things, that this has been an activity in the past, and that they seemed to be serious about enforcement.

After check-in, I headed to my hut when I got a feel for the nature of the place. The resort was on a tropical island, and that theme was played out throughout, starting at the reception. The main building was small with little more than a front driveway, a reception desk, and a back office. The fitness center, 2 restaurants, the house for the pool and the laundry room were all separate buildings, and all were made up to look like tropical huts.

The rooms were individual huts with grass roofs and a lot of glassless windows. They were all cozy small with either 1 or 2 large beds. The slightly larger huts accommodated up to 4 people in 2 rooms that were divided by nothing more than a grass wall. The more expensive huts were located with the door opening to the beach.

After getting my stuff situated, I got into my bikini and headed out to see what the resort offered. I noticed that all the guys were in their 20s and were fit. Some were a bit overly muscular, but almost all were well tanned and none were wearing a shirt. It was definitely a treat to see a constant array of muscular torsos and tight butts. Most of the women were walking around topless or with string bikinis and very few tan lines.

When I got to the beach, the average clothing was less; almost every guy was nude and the women were all topless or nude. With my string bikini, I felt somewhat overdressed, so I stripped down to nothing. Just looking around and was surprised to see how many people were actually active. On most clothing optional beaches, the chief activity was tanning and people kept to themselves. Here we had beach volleyball among other things, and a lot of people just walking round and talking with others. It was so nice to see so many people who weren't self conscious, so I already knew I would like the place.

As well, I couldn't help but notice that at this place so many of the men and women were hard bodies. Unlike other places I've been at, at this one I wouldn't get so much unwanted attention. On the other hand, I was a bit jealous of some of these hard bodied women. A lot of the looks were courtesy of plastic surgery, but I still would have loved to have been as perky as some of these women.

My walking tour took me to the 2 beach bars (they serve a good pina colada), past the beach volleyball court (women with big boobs shouldn't play volleyball topless, but on the other hand, the guys were well hung and I liked seeing the soft dicks swaying as they moved.), past the beach lounge chairs, and to a border of the resort on the beach. I then turned around and walked along the shore for a few minutes before I got to the other resort edge.

It was at that end that I noticed a distance down the beach that there was an outcrop from the beach going about a hundred feet into the water. I couldn't tell if it was low or high tide at that time, so I didn't know if it would be under water later. The beach I was on faced west so I knew it would get a good sunset, but I was thinking how much nicer it would be out there surrounded on three sides by water.

With my brief walking tour done, I sat down on one of the lounge chairs to take in the atmosphere. After an hour or so of sitting back and tanning while watching volleyball, I started to feel a bit hungry, and realized I hadn't eaten since breakfast. I headed back to my cabin to get something to cover up, and then went over to the open-air restaurant. Arriving there I quickly realized that beachwear was considered acceptable for this restaurant. Everyone was in a bathing suit of some sort with all the men and half the women were topless. I couldn't help but think how I had never been at any resort so casual before. I knew already that this would be a good 6 days.

As it was late afternoon, they had pretty much transitioned the buffet to the dinner spread. I could tell they catered for the crowd because the food tended on the healthy side with a lot of greens with lean meat and no heavy sauces or creams. They did have a nice desert bar, however, for those guilty pleasures in which I intended to indulge.

It was a bit early in the evening to have a full meal, so I picked up a small variety of things, including bits of some local dishes I couldn't recognize, an went to a table facing out to the beach. There I sat down to enjoy the sounds, scenery and fresh air while I slowly snacked.

I happened to sit at a place where there was a bit of traffic from beach-goers wandering into the restaurant, so I had a chance to talk with a lot of guests. There were a few from Europe, one couple was from Australia, but most were from the States. I spend a while talking to a small group that was here from California. It was their first day there as well and they were planning to start a bit of a party once it got dark, and they invited me, and anyone else who passed within earshot to join them. They were going to take it off the property because they wanted to start a bonfire and they couldn't do it there. I lied to them that I might drop by for a bit, but I was really expecting to hit the sack early because of how long I'd already been up.

That gang had moved on into the restaurant, and I had finished my plate when I noticed that the sun had pretty much set. I quickly walked out to the beach to see if the tide had covered up the outcropping I had seen earlier, but it was too dark to tell. Well, there was always tomorrow. As I walked back to my cabin, I noticed that the gang had set up camp just outside the property line. Fortunately, it was at the opposite side of the resort to my cabin, so I didn't have to worry about the noise keeping me up.

When I got back to my cabin, I didn't feel tired yet, so I opened one of the books I brought and started reading. I was counting on a whole week of reading on the beach, so I had a good collection of books and magazines. Just a few pages into this book, though, a wave of fatigue swept over me, so I decided to call it a night. It was only 7:00, but the combination of the fresh air and my early rising that morning gave me all the signs that I would be out for the night.

Unfortunately, or as it turned out to be, fortunately, I wasn't. At about 2:00 in the morning I woke up feeling fully rested and a bit hungry. I still hadn't had a real meal since breakfast, but luckily, the resort advertised that they had a 24-hour buffet, so I had a chance to test their claim. When I arrived at the restaurant, they still had the Caribbean music playing in the background and the dessert table was waiting for me in its full glory. I was surprised that I didn't see any staff there, but it was a buffet, so I helped myself to a nice tall piece of chocolate cake and sat down and ate to the mixed sounds of the music and surf.

In short order, I wolfed it down, and as I debated with myself whether or not to get a second piece, I heard some faint voices over the sound of the waves. At first I thought it was the California gang with their ongoing party, but I soon realized the voices were closer. I got up and walked around a bit to find it was coming from a side room in the restaurant.

This room was part of the restaurant, but it had its own door, obviously set aside for private parties or group meetings. It was not meant to be a wholly private room, though, because a good part of the walls from about 4 feet up to the ceiling were screens, as was the door. When I got to the entrance, I could see 5 people sitting there talking. I could tell three were staff members by their matching Hawaii shirts, and the other 2 were presumably guests. When one of the employees saw me, he called me in with his thick Jamaican accent. They were sitting around a coffee table and had a huge margarita pitcher on the table with a glass in front of each person. They didn't appear to have been there very long because the pitcher was still full except for what was in the glasses in front of them.

When I sat down, the guy who called me over, probably a bartender got me a glass from the bar. I could see that the employees were build from the same mold as the guests, because his shorts fit tight around his muscular ass, and you could his rippling muscles pressing against his shirt, forming a pleasant silhouette. He filled my glass, and the couple continued with a story that my arrival presumably interrupted.

As I guessed, the three black people, two guys and a girl, were indeed staff members, and the couple were guests, from New York in fact. For an hour or so, we sat around slowly drinking and telling stories of our adventures or memorable people we've met, until the conversation hit a bit of a lull. That's when one of the staff members pulled out some cards. The New York guy asked if he was going to tell our fortunes with voodoo tarot cards. He answered, "No, better than that. We'll play some poker," and asked if we wanted to play a few hands. We all were up for it, as long as the stakes weren't high, being that it was an all-inclusive resort so none of us had money there. The New York woman, who was obviously a bit loopy from the booze, suggested that we make it strip poker. At first everyone laughed, but she insisted. She was drunk enough that she couldn't have played well and I'm sure none of the guy objected to the thought of seeing her naked, so it was agreed.

We set out the rules. First, everyone starts with 6 pieces of clothing, including shoes. The game continues until everybody but the last person is naked. The winner of a hand gets to put one thing back on, and all other players who didn't fold remove something. If there was only 2 who didn't fold (the winner and looser), the winner picks one of the folders to remove something. This guaranteed that with every hand at least 2 people stripped. If everybody but 1 folds, then nobody wins or looses. To make the game last a little longer, if you get 3 of a kind or better but don't win, you don't have to strip. It sounds a bit complicated, but after a couple hands we all got into it.

As the game moved on, nobody was getting a clear advantage. Winning was spread out evenly, and we had a lot of hands where everyone folded, so nobody was loosing too quickly. About an hour into it, the New York woman was the first to be down to one piece as she lost her top. She was well endowed, and gave everyone a little shake as she pulled her top off, and by the look of her boyfriend, he was more than proud to show everyone what she had, or more accurately what he got to have. Being a bit drunk, she wasn't content to just sit there topless; every once in a while, she would shake them a bit and squeeze them for everyone to see. A couple times when she knew the guys were watching her, she lifted one up to her mouth and licked the nipple until her boyfriend told her to put it down. Of course, he would say it jokingly, enjoying as much as anyone her little show.

From where I was sitting beside the bartender, I could see that the bartender was happy with the going on by the bulge that had formed in his shorts. Maybe he became distracted by her, but he started on a bit a bit of a loosing streak. In 3 straight hands he went from shorts shirt and a shoe to nothing.

With his third loss, I watched closely, as did the other women, as he removed his shorts and enjoyed seeing his semi-hard cock pop out. When he sat back down, I had the perfect vantage point to see it as it lay nicely on his left thigh. I'm sure all the women were watching him, but he made note of my attention a little more.

For the next few hands, I managed to stay as I was with my shirt and g-string, but it wasn't long until I held on and lost to the bartender, and he chose me to loose my top, bringing me down to my g-string.

We continued to drink and play for an hour or so. In that time, both the bartender and I had been naked at least twice, including a several hands at the same time, and all the while, there was some serious flirting going on between us. A few times when I was nude, just to tease him, I turned my hips towards him and spread my legs just enough that he had to stretch his neck a bit to see my stuff. When I though the other's weren't looking, I put my hand down between my legs and played a bit. He obviously liked the look of that, because I brought him from semi-hard to a full erection a couple time through him watching me. Maybe the other male employee saw me a couple times because I saw his big black cock peak up once, but it may have been the whole situation that got him to stand at attention..