This is silly, I told myself.

It was silly. I smelled like a blend of coconuts and pineapples, while outside the sky was torn apart by thunder booms and great flares of lightning as sheets of rain slammed against the windows. Fortunately, nobody was in the apartment but me. I knew my roommates’ schedules by heart. Rosie had an early morning meeting. Ronald, who is in grad school, was off on a science field trip — literally, I believed, to a field.

I was supposed to take a vacation. Four days of sun, sand and surf — a steamy getaway to escape the dreary cold and damp that had been chilling me to the bone. And trust me, I needed it. My life was scheduled from the moment my alarm blasted me awake until my head hit the pillow after midnight. Sometimes, I actually dreamed I was in motion, continuing whatever action had propelled me throughout the day. Even asleep, I was working my ass off.

I countered those nighttime visions with the occasional daydream filled with longing. I imagined every blissful, breathtaking moment of my much needed vacation. Whenever meetings turned sour, I pictured myself snorkeling. When my boss used me as a verbal punching bag, I envisioned sunning myself on a white-sand beach.

The day I was scheduled to depart, the weather bureau had predicted storms, but I didn’t let that worry me. I was going no matter what. Hell, in my head I was already gone.

Then the weather worsened.

At first, my flight was delayed. I told myself to buck up, to keep my spirits high, to maintain a positive attitude. This worked until I received word that all flights were canceled for the duration of the monster storm.

My first miserable thought was that I could go to work. I ought to simply reschedule for another date — but my disappointment made showing up for a normal day untenable. I’d been so ready for R&R that I couldn’t even face my work clothes.

So I thought, Fuck. If I can’t go on vacation, I’ll bring vacation to me.

I let down my hair, sprayed suntan oil on my skin and pretended I was in the cabana of my dreams.

What next?

There would be no sandy beaches. There would be no tropical cocktails. I decided to make my own pleasure. Masturbating in the middle of a Monday morning was definitely not on my normal schedule. In fact, I decided, it was the perfect way to jump-start my four days off.

Living with roommates isn’t a problem for me, generally speaking. Normally, I don’t require much in the way of privacy. I am a person who enjoys the company of others. But every once in a while, a girl really wants to get off loudly. That’s how I was feeling as I stroked myself and painted dirty mental pictures on my shut lids. That is also why I allowed myself to moan as I traced my fingertips up and down my juicy split.

I probed my pussy with my fingers. I circled my clit and then pinched that hot button. My blankets were off. I was totally naked. The sound of the intense rain worked as a drumbeat to accompany the musicality of my cries, which were loud enough to be heard over the whistling, hurricane-like winds swirling outside.

I hadn’t even bothered to close my bedroom door because I didn’t expect any interruption. But that day things didn’t go according to plan for anyone.

A startled “Oh!” from my doorway made my eyes fly open, and I gasped in shock. There was Ronald, standing before me, dripping wet.

That made two of us.

“The field trip was canceled,” he said, “due to the weather.” He was stating the obvious. His brown curls were matted. There were raindrops on his eyelashes. He looked as if he had swum home! Then I thought about how I must look. My body was completely uncovered — no doubt glistening with a sheen of tropical-scented oil. My shaved pussy lips were coated with my overflowing sex juices. I knew my cunt was puffy and desperate for attention. I had been dangerously close to climaxing when he’d interrupted.

“So was my flight,” I said, fingers still at my snatch.

He continued to stare at me, and I stared right back at him. The room was filled with awkward tension.

“I decided to have a staycation,” I continued helplessly, trying to explain the beach scent in the air, the fact that there was an open bottle of suntan oil by my bed. But he didn’t seem to mind — or really notice any of that stuff. His eyes were locked on my naked tits. I thought I could cover up, but at that point I didn’t see any reason why I should bother. There was no point in hiding what he’d already seen, and what he was so obviously appreciating. I found myself sitting up a little straighter, arching my back ever so slightly. My nipples were rock hard and pointing right at him. Ron sighed.

There was a silent query in his eyes. I considered the offer for a moment. Ron was so handsome, but we’d never hooked up before. His storm-gray eyes roamed over me. We’d kept everything platonic due to our roommate status. What would happen if we fucked? We’d change everything.

I said those words out loud, and he said, “Yeah, but what if we change everything for the better?”

That was a possibility, wasn’t it?

I couldn’t argue — that is, I didn’t want to argue. My pussy craved cock; my fingers were no longer enough.

“Would you like to vacation with me?” I asked cautiously, casting a glance down at my naked figure.

Ron’s response was to undress, and I sat up to watch, eagerly eyeing him as he stripped out of his soaked clothes. Masturbating was fine and dandy, but I would always rather get my pleasure from a real man’s cock — and Ron’s was massive. I’d never seen his dick before, although I had — every so often — witnessed satisfied-looking ladies leave his bedroom.

In a matter of seconds, he was naked and in my bed, still shivering slightly from the chilly outdoors. I warmed him up in a hurry, pushing him down onto his back on my mattress, then climbing astride him head-to-tail. I began to lick his cock as I pressed my body to his.

There was no going slow. I wanted to devour him.

Ron groaned when my lips closed around his cockhead. I worked energetically to take the full length of him down my throat, but he was too large for me to manage that trick. Instead, I entertained myself by sucking the head and then pulling as much of his tool as I could into my mouth before bobbing back up again. Ron seemed lost in a haze while I took care of him. He held himself totally still, and then he started to stroke my hair and moan with abandon.

“I was astride him with my hands on his chest and his dick nestled deep.”

He seemed hypnotized by my mouth, but before long, he directed his attention to the pussy poised directly in front of his lips. His strong hands gripped my hips and brought me closer to his questing tongue. I felt his breath on me a second before he tapped my slick lips. I sighed around his cock and shoved myself back against him, grinding my pussy on his face. He nuzzled my split and tongued my clit, and I responded with a moan that rivaled the volume of his. He was making all kinds of noises. If any of them were words, I couldn’t tell. But if he was feeling even a portion of the pleasure that was wracking my body, I knew how delighted he must be.

The two of us easily found each other’s pleasure buttons. Ron seemed totally adept at working his tongue around a clit. I humped my pussy against his face and shouted out my bliss. Only after he’d brought me to my first fierce orgasm did he swivel me around so that I was astride him with my hands on his chest and his dick nestled deep inside me. Our eyes connected, his gaze smoldering with lust.

His cock was so thick and hard that I was robbed of my ability to speak. I was simply grateful to be stretched open like that. My pussy lips were pulled wide, and a delicious ache pulsed all the way to my core. But when he began to stroke my throbbing clit with his fingertips, I found my voice.

“Yes,” I whimpered. “Just like that. I love the way that feels!”

Ron’s next move surprised me. He had me spin around while we were still connected. I found myself in a reverse cowgirl, staring at the torrential rain through the window. Ron got one of his fingers wet with my juices, urged me forward and began to circle my asshole while still bucking his cock up into me. My breathing sped up. My pussy was packed, and he was toying with my back hole. Pleasure pulsed through me, making me shiver.

The rain beat a powerful rhythm on the windowpanes. Ron seemed determine to fuck me with just as much intensity. As he continued to tease and please me, another climax was welling up inside me.

“I’m going to come again!” I cried out.

Having one orgasm rising on the heels of another was making me feel wild and reckless. My body was vibrating with erotic energy. I felt as if I’d been flipped on from the inside, lit up from within.

As I writhed atop his body, I felt him worming that finger deeper into my ass. That triggered my climax, which hit me in a rush.

“Oh my God, Ron!” I cried as my orgasm overwhelmed me.

“Oh my God, Ron!” I heard from behind me.

I turned my head quickly. There was Rosie, our roommate. She was also wet from the rain, staring at the two of us with an expression of naked lust on her face.

“I leave for an appointment, and you two get it on without me?” she exclaimed.

Rosie seemed genuinely put out. I watched as she shucked her slicker and stared, explaining her meeting had been cut short — because of the worsening weather.

Ron looked at me, and I looked at him. He shrugged, so I waved Rosie closer.

I’d been hoping for a steamy vacation — and that’s exactly what I got, after all.

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