As I stepped off the plane, the warm ocean breeze surrounded me like a welcome embrace. I was finally on vacation, ready to unwind and forget the stresses of my daily life. The all-inclusive resort had been calling my name for weeks. As I checked in, I was filled with a heady sense of anticipation. Something good was on the horizon; I could feel it in my bones. And I hoped that something good was a hot chick hungry for cock.

My first afternoon by the pool was tranquil — a blissful interlude where the warm sun soothed my skin and cool cocktails made my head swim pleasantly. As I enjoyed my third margarita, I spotted a busty brunette in a red bikini who was seated beneath a large umbrella. She was flipping through a magazine but glancing up occasionally to take in her surroundings. Her eyes met mine for just a moment before she returned to her reading. But she shyly looked toward me once more, and I thought I sensed a mutual attraction. I was drawn to her — but she left her lounger before I could work up the nerve to speak to her.

I kept catching glimpses of her over the following days and nights. But she was as elusive as she was beautiful. She had curls of deep chestnut hair framing her pretty face and pillowy pink lips. She was a knockout whether she was dressed in a swimsuit or a T-shirt and shorts. But whenever I attempted to approach her to strike up a conversation, she would evade me — whether by diving into the pool, hustling to an exit or striking up a conversation with someone who wasn’t me.

However, I didn’t give up because the dazzling smiles she repeatedly flashed in my direction convinced me she was simply playing hard to get — and that kept my hope alive.

I did my best not to obsess about the object of my lust and to enjoy my hard-earned getaway. Sure, there were other girls at the resort, but I wasn’t interested in any of them. Those gals were attractive, but they didn’t elicit the same sort of reaction in me. This was one of those cases where I felt compelled to go with my gut, which told me the brown-haired babe was the one for me.

To keep busy, I signed up for a snorkeling excursion. To my surprise, my mystery woman had joined the same group. Our eyes met across the deck of the boat, and our connection sparked anew. I had her where I wanted her because she couldn’t vanish into thin air — or so I thought!

I approached her, attempting to initiate a conversation about the vibrant sea life that awaited us below the surface. But she just chuckled and followed our guide, diving into the water.

Having donned my own snorkel mask, I took the plunge as well. There were plenty of colorful fish flitting this way and that, but I was focused on the lithe lovely in her tie-dyed one-piece. I was captivated by the sight of her effortlessly navigating the crystal clear waters. She was a natural wonder all by herself.

We didn’t have a chance to chat on the boat afterward, but I made a silent promise to myself that I’d keep trying for another opportunity to engage with her.

Normally, I’m not one for games. But this enchanting stranger’s antics enthralled me as much as her stunningly good looks. I was turned on by the chase, which was like some kind of erotic dance.

I was determined to tango with her.

On the fourth evening of my trip, a beach bonfire lit up the night. I headed toward the blaze, and I saw her again, her silhouette surrounded by the flickering flames. I approached her, desperately trying to come up with the perfect opener.

“Are you playing it cool or will you hotfoot it out of here?” I asked.

My punny comment earned me another one of her charming smiles.

“Well, no one can accuse me of being too easy,” she replied before slipping away into the crowd.

The more I chased her, the more I fell in lust. The thrill of the hunt triggered my primal longings. I started looking forward to our brief encounters as each appeared to nudge me closer to a successful hookup.

On the final evening of my trip, the resort was holding a lavish luau. Lanterns and strings of lights hung from palm trees and poles. Laughter and music provided the perfect soundtrack to the night. As I navigated the crowd, I spotted my gal. She looked breathtaking in a flowing maxi dress that fluttered in the sea breeze.

Gathering my courage, I approached her once more and said, “Fancy meeting you here.” 

This time, she didn’t run off. Our eyes locked, and all of the teasing and games came to a screeching halt.

“I guess I just wanted to keep you on your toes,” she said.

“Chasing you has been kind of exhausting,” I confessed, stepping toward her and closing the space between us. “Maybe it’s time to stop running away.”

Her breath hitched slightly, and for the first time, I saw a flicker of vulnerability in her eyes.

She asked, “And if I let you in, what will happen next?”

“Let’s find out,” I said. My voice was confident and steady, my moxie fueled by my erotic urgency.

She nodded, her coy smile fading into one more tender.

I leaned in, our lips meeting in a fiery kiss that ignited every nerve ending in my body. It was a mingling of anticipation, passion and the unspoken promise that this was just the beginning. My cock stiffened, aching with unanswered need.

The beach, the chatter and the music faded as we lost ourselves in each other, the glow of the fire illuminating our hidden desires. Time seemed suspended — each minute stretching out, yet pushing us closer together.

She and I exchanged names as we slipped away from the party, walking hand in hand to her hotel suite.

Once inside, I glanced around the space. Rachelle obviously had cash to burn. Her accommodations were more luxurious than mine with two large doors opening out onto a vast balcony overlooking the sea.

“Like what you see?” she asked, calling my attention back to her.

“I do, indeed,” I answered. I reached out and touched her cheek, marveling at the softness of her flawless skin.

Rachelle closed her eyes and leaned into my touch, letting out a soft sigh.

“I’m glad,” she said, opening her eyes and looking into mine. “I’d hoped tonight would be our night.”

“Really?” I blurted out, her remark taking me by surprise.

“Yes,” she said. “I want you, Brandon. I’ve been fantasizing about you for days. I want to feel your hands on me, your lips on mine. I want to feel your cock inside me.”

Her bold words caused my dick to spring to full hardness. I’d been attracted to Rachelle from the moment I laid eyes on her. But I’d occasionally questioned whether she felt the same way about me. However, I finally had my answer, and it was a good one.

I leaned in and kissed her passionately. Rachelle moaned as I teased her full lips apart with my tongue. Her arms wrapped around my neck as we frenched.

My hands roamed over Rachelle’s body, tracing the curves and contours of her figure through the thin fabric of her dress. I caressed her breasts through her bodice and felt her nipples harden under my touch. A low growl of desire escaped me.

Rachelle pulled away, her breathing heavy as she demanded, “Get on the bed with me.”

I wasn’t interested in following her. I wanted to literally sweep her off her feet. I scooped her up and carried her to the king-size bed. I lay her down gently on the soft duvet. I stood there for a moment, taking in the sight of her on the mattress with her dress hiked up, revealing her lacy panties.

“Take off your clothes,” she insisted.

I didn’t hesitate, quickly stripping and revealing my muscular body. Rachelle’s expression told me she liked what she saw. All of those sweat sessions at the gym finally seemed worthwhile.

“Your turn,” I told her, staring as she squirmed out of her undies and tossed her dress onto the floor. Her bare body was glorious. Of course, I’d seen her in a swimsuit — but her naked form was a delight to behold.

I climbed onto the bed, crawling toward Rachelle on all fours. I hovered over her, my lips mere inches from hers. She pulled me down for another kiss, and I groaned as our lips met. Her roaming hands stroked my naked flesh, her nails digging into my back. Her legs wrapped around my hips, holding me close.

Her breath came in heavy pants as she announced, “I want your cock inside me.”

I was happy to accommodate her wish. After all, I’d longed to plunder her pussy for days!

I positioned my crown at the entrance of Rachelle’s slippery snatch. My hard cock pressed against her wet folds, which parted readily and welcomed me inside.

“Yes,” she hissed.

I stroked into her, burying myself to the hilt. Rachelle cried out as I pumped my penis in and out of her pussy. She met each of my energetic thrusts with one of her own, our bodies moving in a primal rhythm.

Rachelle’s moans were unceasing. I felt her cunt walls quivering around my rod, her muscles tightening and releasing as she raced toward orgasm.

“Come for me, Rachelle,” I whispered. “I want to feel you gush around my cock.”

A becoming blush covered my lover’s cheeks, and her lips were parted as she took deep breaths through her mouth. The pleasure became too much for her to resist. As her climax crested, Rachelle’s body shook, and she cried out loud. I continued thrusting into her cunt, rapidly approaching the point of no return.

With a final thrust, I came, my seed shooting into Rachelle. My orgasm was gut-wrenchingly good. My ecstasy soared higher with each jet of cream I released. Earlier, I’d thought my vacation had totally relaxed me, but I was wrong. However, I realized there was not one bit of tension left in my body after I shuddered through my climax.

I eventually collapsed on top of Rachelle. We lay there for a moment, our bodies slick with sweat as we caught our breath. But at that moment, I had finally found true paradise.