Recently, I took a solo vacation to a rustic-looking farmhouse near a vineyard. I’d planned to indulge in three of my favorite things: wine, food and books. I hadn’t realized sex would be on the menu as well. But life is full of wonderful surprises.

When I’d reserved my room, the booking agency showed me a picture of a kind-looking, grandmotherly type who would supposedly be my host. What they failed to mention was that sweet old lady might be the owner of the property, but her grandson Roberto actually ran the place. And that hot, young hunk was the person who worked directly with guests — apparently seeing to their every need.

That was definitely the case with me. By the end of my lengthy stay, I realized I’d spent more time in his bed than my own!

On one memorable night, Roberto took me to dinner in town. It was already dark by the time we’d finished eating, and I was impatient to get back to the house. I wanted some more private time with my handsome new friend.

As soon as Roberto’s car turned off the main street and merged onto the secluded country road, I reached over and popped the button on his jeans.

He groaned with longing, and the sound spurred me onward. I tugged his zipper down to reveal his underwear. I reached inside the easy-access flap to get at Roberto’s cock. His shaft was hard, hot and ready for action.

Roberto kept his eyes focused on the empty, moonlit road as I pulled his erection from his briefs. I swirled my tongue around his cockhead. He bucked upward, seeking entrance to my mouth as he swore softly under his breath and smacked his hands against the steering wheel.

Roberto was one of the most expressive men I’d ever met. He wasn’t shy about sharing his feelings, and I loved making him lose his composure. But to be honest, that wasn’t so hard to do.

I sealed my lips around the head of his cock and relaxed my jaw, then I swallowed as much of his shaft as I could. Roberto swore again, this time a little louder. His unhinged reaction filled me with some kind of twisted pride — and inspired me to keep driving him wild.

My head bobbed up and down, seemingly rising and falling in sync with the bumps and dips in the road.

Distracted, Roberto drove the car around a curve a bit faster than he should have, causing us both to shift in our seats. My body pitched forward, jamming the final inches of his dick down my throat.

He gasped loudly and worked to steady the car. He eased up on the accelerator, but my heart was still racing.

Roberto placed a hand on my head. It was a gentle, steady pressure, and I liked it. His fingers wound through my hair, tugging my locks so tightly my scalp started to tingle. He used his grip on my hair to set a new rhythm, angling my head just so as he rocked his hips.

“Almost home,” he said.

I knew he meant we were almost at the farmhouse. But I considered that a challenge to make him come while we were still on the road. I wanted him to cross the finish line before he cut the ignition.

Emboldened, I flicked my tongue around Roberto’s shaft, lavishing him with attention from base to tip. I was

in a frenzy, licking and sucking him like a woman on a mission. Because, well, I was. 

As I continued to suck his dick, I slipped my hand beneath his briefs to cup his balls. I stroked the crepe-like skin until his nuts tightened up. I kept massaging them with my palm as I nestled my fingers beneath his sac. I rubbed him rhythmically as my head continued to bob in his lap. It was difficult to do with the limited space we had, but I persevered.

With my lips sealed tightly around his girth, I took him as deep as I could and Roberto groaned and said, “Oh God, you’re good. You’re so good!”

By then, the car had slowed significantly. That told me we were back on local roads and very close to home. But that didn’t mean I slowed my pace. In fact, I was gearing up for a big finale.

Feeling giddy over his impending climax, I vowed to use every tool in my arsenal to make this man apocalyptic with pleasure. I curled my fingers around the base of his cock and squeezed, gently applying pressure as I slid my fist up his shaft to meet my lips. My hand and mouth moved in tandem, diligently working together to please him — and judging from his reaction, I was succeeding.

Roberto started chanting my name and thrusting his hips upward. Even with his erratic, jerky movements, I could feel his muscular body trembling. I loved knowing I was absolutely wrecking such a big, strong guy. He was completely at my mercy.

Roberto shouted loudly as his dick twitched between my lips. His first shot of hot come hit the back of my throat, and I immediately began swallowing,

not wanting to waste a single drop of

his cream.

We finished up not a moment too soon. I’d just gulped down the last of Roberto’s load when he turned the car onto the private road that led back to the house. Though he’d just come, he still seemed propelled by a sense of erotic urgency. He pulled into the driveway so fast the car’s wheels briefly spun in place in the gravel path. Before he even put the vehicle in park, he unlocked the doors and said, “Get in the house and get naked. I’ll be there in a sec.”

Sounded good to me. I hopped out of the car and dug around in my purse for the keys while I sprinted for the front door. The old deadbolt gave me trouble for a second, but I made quick work of it, gained entry to the farmhouse and instantly began to strip.

I left the door ajar for Roberto and made a beeline for the couch. The living room window looked out on the driveway, so as I shucked off the last of my clothes I was able to keep an eye on him.

I settled my bare ass down just as Roberto stepped over the threshold and closed the door. His lips lifted into a devilish grin as his eyes raked over my naked body.

That night wasn’t the first time during my vacation that I was glad to be the venue’s sole guest. It let us have the whole house to ourselves, and trust me, we used every room in that place.

With his pants still open and his dick exposed, Roberto crossed the room in record time, tearing off his jacket and shirt. His gaze zeroed in on my knees, which I held tightly together, and he tapped a finger against my thigh as he said, “Open up.”

He didn’t have to tell me twice. I scooted my ass to the very edge of the cushion and eagerly parted my legs.

“Perfect,” he said with a sly smile.

There was that grin again, the one that made my stomach do somersaults.

Roberto knelt between my legs and kissed a tantalizing path along my thigh, warming my skin with his hot breath.

Impatiently, I wriggled on the couch, desperate to feel his tongue on my slit. My actions seemed to amuse him. His soft chuckle vibrated against my thigh. He licked, kissed and nibbled my other leg until I lost my ever-loving mind.

He knew how badly I wanted him. He traced his tongue along my labia, edging oh-so-close to where I really wanted him to suck. But he took his time exploring my pussy. His tongue danced directly below my clit, but was careful not to touch it. I groaned in frustration.

Continuing to torment me, Roberto mashed his face against my cunt and wiggled his tongue inside me, making me squirm. While his tongue was busy fucking me with tiny, tempting jabs, his lips massaged my tender folds.

By then, I felt ready to burst. I was teetering on the edge. Then, finally, Roberto answered my body’s call, closing his lips around my clit. The suction from his mouth grew so intense I felt like I was getting little electrical shocks of pleasure, and before long, those intense sensations pushed me over the edge. My hips bucked and my back bowed. But Roberto clutched my hips and continued to suck my clit until my last blissful tremors subsided.

Once I’d calmed enough to catch my breath, Roberto kicked off his pants and sat next to me on the couch. His revived cock was ready for another round, and so was I.

He lifted me onto his lap as he said, “I need to fuck you.”

I wrapped my arms around his neck as he took hold of my hips and guided my pussy onto his dick. My cunt was still slick from his tongue bath and my overflowing juices, so I sank onto his shaft easily.

Being on top kept me in control and allowed me to bounce on his staff in a way that gave me the most satisfaction. I definitely took advantage of the situation. I also reached a hand between my thighs and stroked my clit as I worked his rod inside my snatch.

While his hard dick reamed my hole, I fingered myself and let my passion soar. I closed my eyes and let the feelings overwhelm me until I could no longer control myself.

I was like an untamed animal as I thrashed on his dick. When my climax hit, I fell to pieces, and Roberto took over. Digging his fingers into my ass, he jammed his cock upward, seeking his own release — and finding it.

That was one of my most memorable vacations, and an experience I hope to repeat — often. I’ve already booked another extended stay at the farmhouse, and Roberto promised me he’d be on duty to ensure my total satisfaction.