A vacation is always a good time for trying new things. It's..

A vacation is always a good time for trying new things. It's a break from the norm and an opportunity to stop focusing on work and responsibilities. Reese, in specific, was a very driven woman with a lot of goals and ambition. This didn't leave much time for casual exploration or uncalculated risks. But vacation was a chance to re-task herself. She was allowed to put all of that drive into more mundane tasks like finding a new--

"Hey," a voice said from above her, "do you mind if I sit here?" As she looked up, she saw a man motioning to the bar stool next to hers. From his outline against the sun, she couldn't help but admire his size and physique. He looked like a new thing that might be worth trying on vacation. Still, she hated having her thoughts interrupted and began to feel some rising frustration with him talking to her out of the blue.

"It's an empty seat, of course you can sit there," she retorted, trying to keep her tone as neutral as possible. While so many people played games and focused on smooth talking or flirting to relate to each other, she was simply straight forward and honest. But honesty doesn't exactly describe how it comes across. If someone was being straight forward and honest with her, they would say that she was blunt. She had a way of making statements and observations that came across as both aggressive and demeaning. She wasn't particularly fond of this trait in herself, but she also didn't have the time or patience to waist on worrying about it. Least of all with some stranger.

"Thanks," he replied as he sat down next to her. "I've lost track of my friends and I need to kill some time until they get back with the room key. Who leaves someone asleep in the sun and then-- sorry, I'll shut up, this isn't really your problem."

Now that she could see him clearly, he was more of a meal than a snack like she guessed from his outline. This guy must spend everyday at the gym working all the angles. His arms and chest were firm, narrowing slightly to a hearty barrel chested mid-section chiseled into an 8-pack and more. He could easily do some damage if he had the inclination, but for now, he was just moping about his problems.

"It's alright. I can make it my problem. I love a good project. But I do have a fee," she said as she slowly pushed her empty glass to the service side of the bar.

He quickly flagged down the bartender and got her another round, and one for himself. They started talking about as many superficial details as they could to pass the time. She could tell it wasn't a match from very far in to the conversation, yet she still felt herself drawn to him. There was too raw of a physical attraction to ignore. Still she didn't want to waste her whole afternoon with this himbo to find his friends. Again, she reminded herself that she was on vacation.

"Listen, I understand you don't have access to your hotel room and you need the pass the time. Why don't you come use my room?" She said, laying the cookie.

"Uhm... what would I need to use your room for?" He replied quizzically. Man this guy was thick.

"Me, of course." She said, while standing up from her barstool.

He stuttered momentarily "Well, I just have to--"

"Come along!" She interrupted with emphasis, and began to walk away, making sure to sway her hips and walk heel to toe like those simple men love so much. He followed right behind her like a fresh puppy who was trying to catch the person who was petting it last.

They made it back to her suite and she unlocked the door, but stayed stationary. "Well, what are you waiting for?" she barked at him, "open the door for me."

He took the cue and rushed forward to grab the door handle before the magnetic lock re-sealed his fate. She walked through him and threw her bag on a chair. She then turned to face him in the entryway. And began to remove the bathing suit from under her sheer cover-up.

"Listen, I do feel sorry for you and your situation," she began, while continuing to undress, "but I can only really help you find the silver linings. You may have missed out on the chance to celebrate with your friends, but now you get the chance to fuck me hard and make me scream in delight with that gorgeous body of yours." And with that final statement, she shimmied her bottoms off and left her full figure exposed yet obscured through her mesh dress.

His jaw practically dropped as he couldn't believe his luck. He was frozen in place, admiring her from head to toe, every toned curve. His mind was racing with nothing and everythi--

"Come along, dear," she chided again, "Lift me up on this table so that you can properly thank me."

He approached her, grabbed her firmly by the hips and carelessly lifted her up, seating her on the credenza behind her. She lifted her left leg up, on top of his shoulder, and used it to push him down to his knees. 'Of course he crumpled like paper,' she thought to herself, 'this won't take long.'

"Now dear, kiss the feet that walked you to this hotel room you've been so desperately waiting for," she said as she dangled a row of toes in front of his eyes. He hesitated for a moment, and then leaned forward to give them a kiss.

"Aren't you a good boy, now kiss all the way up." She barely got to finish her sentence when he started to move his head along her legs instinctively all on his own. He was possessed by her presence and his body began to move in motions that showed he finally understood his purpose... to please her.

He slid the mesh fabric aside and buried his head in her mound. His tongue dove into her lips, licking up and down every fold of her labia. He was a wanderer in the desert and her moistening pussy was his oasis. He lingered there for long enough to dart inside of her glistening folds many times and taste the real nectar of her fruit. But his possession continued.

He moved up, kissing her belly and ribs, up to her glorious breasts. He took a teet in this mouth and began to suck, tease and bite as if it was the first meal he had had in days. He moved over to the other one, giving the same attention and affection it deserved.

He began to move up again to try and position himself level with her, but she placed a hand on his head to stop him. "I love what you're doing, but don't you dare stop now. I need to cum at least once before you're allowed anywhere close to my level."

Like a confused but eager puppy, he dipped his head down and began to move back to having eyes on the prize. But, this time he had an objective declared and simple orders that he could follow. He was no longer possessed. He had purpose. And his purpose was to make her cum.

He began to go down on her again, with vigor. His tongue found her clit and began to massage, tease and t*rture to the best of his ability. His hand moved up to get a finger inside and begin to really do what his well trained muscles were actually designed for-- pleasing her.

He rubbed every wall inside of her, pushing and inching, listening attentively to her moans and reactions of pleasure to map out her beautiful insides. He found her g-spot and felt her pussy clamp down hard on his finger.

'Thank god he's good at something' she mused to herself. But then she felt two fingers go in and she finally stopped thinking. He worked her most sensitive areas over and over. Teasing her clit, and then her g-spot, and then both, until he had ramped her up to a fever.

She was at the point where she was bucking her hips against his face and other hand, trying to escape and press down harder at the same time. He maintined his pace and milked her pussy for minutes while she came hard on his fingers and jaw.

“Well, that was unexpected!” She exclaimed both surprised and pleased. "You've passed the first test. Let's see what other tricks my new puppy knows," she says while lifting her legs and turning herself sideways on the credenza like she's posing for a pinup shoot. "Now, be a good boy and carry me to the bed"