A sizzling connection with a handsome stranger makes this vacation the hottest one ever!

My friends and I used to hit up Florida’s spring break scene every March, but this year we decided to try California for our last taste of spring craziness. Some students at our college had been to San Diego, and they said the Mission Beach district served up sunshine, sandy beaches, nightclubs and wild good times. The six of us who were going were all about to graduate in June, so there was definitely a sense that this was it, our last chance to live it up.

Our destination certainly looked like Party Central. Tourist shops, restaurants and bars and lined the streets. Beyond the buildings, we caught glimpses of a broad beach and the sparkling sea. Throngs of college students wearing swimsuits and flip-flops gathered at every street corner and crosswalk on their way to the beach. I spotted several young women in revealing suits. Their brash confidence gave me the urge to go shopping for some risqué swimwear at the first opportunity.

Our condo for the week was right on the beach. We were able to afford it, barely, by pooling our resources. A paved path for joggers and bicyclists was all that stood between the condo and the sand. Great location, yes, but inside it was pretty small for six people. We gave one of the two bedrooms to Jason and Carrie, the only exclusive couple among us. Nick and Felix, both easygoing guys, agreed to split time between the sofa sleeper and the floor in the main room, which left the second bedroom for Jenna and me. However, the whole gang had to share the only bathroom.

Outside, the party vibe of Mission Beach worked its magic on me. I felt a sense of elation and an irresistible urge to break out, to try new things. My friends and I took surfing lessons, played beach volleyball and met a lot of interesting people. I bought a green-and-black thong bikini, which gave Jenna and Carrie the courage to get racy new suits of their own. When the sun went down, we followed the crowds to the neighborhood hotspots. Through it all, the most basic of human instincts burned inside me like a low-grade fever, demanding to be satisfied. I was in the mood for sex, and the mood grew stronger with each passing day.

One morning near the end of the week, I rented a bike and rode along the pathway past the endless row of condos facing the beach. People sat in their little courtyards sipping coffee, talking on cell phones or watching passersby like me. One man sat in a deck chair reading his tablet. Our eyes met briefly as I passed, and he smiled. Good-looking guy, I thought, swerving a little.

Just then my rented bike made an ugly grinding sound, and the pedals jammed. I wobbled slowly to the edge of the path and half fell off, much to my embarrassment.

“You okay?”

The handsome guy was walking up.

“Oh, I’m — yeah,” I stammered. “Fine.” I sat up and turned to my crippled bicycle to hide the fact that I was blushing. “I think the chain came off.”

“Maybe I can help.” He knelt beside me to examine the bike. He was somewhat older than me, maybe thirty, with gorgeous blue eyes, sandy-brown hair and a lean, toned physique. I was glad that I’d worn my sexiest short-shorts and bikini top for my ride.

“I can fix this for you in five minutes at the place where I’m staying,” the man offered.

“That would be great,” I replied.

His hand brushed against mine as he picked up the bike. “I’m Duncan,” he said, with a disarming smile.

“Tamara.” I smiled, too, feeling quite turned on.

I followed him through the gate into his patio area. He leaned the bike against the wall and said, “Be right back.”

“Swells of sensation washed over me when his lips pressed to my hot button. Duncan began licking my clit with such finesse that my body trembled.”

I was alone with my racing thoughts while he went inside. Duncan’s condo, a two-story affair with a killer balcony, was much newer and larger than the one I was sharing with my friends. He emerged a moment later with a glass of water for me and a couple of tools for the bike. We talked while he worked, and I learned that he was in town to attend a business conference.

“I always wanted to stay in one of these beach condos,” he noted. “I used to come down here for spring break. Last time was eight years ago, my senior year in college. I’d look at these places and dream. Now that I can afford it, I thought Why not? Gotta give it up tomorrow, though. Flying home in the morning.”

When I described the condo my friends and I were living in for the week, Duncan chuckled wryly. “That makes me feel rotten. Six of you in that place, and here I am all by myself with room to spare. You should see the shower!”

All too soon, my bike was ready. I wanted to stay, but I couldn’t think of an excuse to linger. “Thanks so much for helping me out,” I said, giving Duncan an impulsive peck on the cheek.

“Sure thing,” he said. “It was nice meeting you.”

I walked the bike toward his open gate. Mounting the seat, something made me glance back. Duncan was watching me with such keen appreciation and longing that my breath caught in my throat. I felt a smile spread across my face, unbidden and probably quite lecherous. Everything felt different suddenly. We had moved light-years ahead, into the realm of open desire. I was not going to blow it by simply riding off!

You should see the shower, he’d said. “The worst thing about sharing a bathroom with five other people,” I ventured, “is getting shower time. And when it is my turn, the shower runs out of hot water half the time.”

“Hmmm, that sucks,” he remarked. “You’re truly welcome to use mine.”

That’s how I ended up inside his condo. The shower really was a fancy affair, with multiple spray heads, a seat in the corner, and room enough for two. There was even a window — discreetly positioned at eye level — that looked out on the beach.

I stripped bare in front of Duncan, turned on the water and stepped in. “Join me?”

He hardly needed my summons. We’d both known what was going to happen the moment I accepted his invitation.

We came together in the midst of the hot spray, kissing and touching and reaching for secret places. Duncan’s strong, lithe body fit perfectly against mine. With one hand on my waist, he slid his other hand along my wet skin and around back to cup my ass. I ran my fingers over his chest, then down his belly. In the small space between us, I curled my hand around his erection and stroked him from stem to stern. He thrust gently into my grasp while bringing both of his clenching hands to my backside. We swayed together, feeling our mutual hunger grow fiercer by the second.

Duncan pushed me up against the shower wall. I arched my back as he bent to kiss and fondle my breasts. While his mouth closed over my nipple, his hand slipped between my thighs. His touch made my breath come faster. I moaned and ran my fingers through his wet hair as tingles of pleasure coursed through my skin. Duncan slid his free hand down the length of my body as he knelt on the shower floor. I spread my feet wide, eagerly anticipating his ministrations where I wanted them most.

Gripping my hips, Duncan buried his face in my blond bush. I felt his mouth on my swollen lips and his inquisitive tongue in my groove, seeking my clit. Swells of sensation washed over me when his lips pressed to my hot button. Duncan began licking my clit with such finesse that my entire body trembled.

Feeling weak in the knees, I slid over to the small shelf and sat down. Duncan pivoted and resumed his excellent oral manipulation of my private parts. I held his head between my thighs and closed my eyes, wholly focused on the buildup of sensations he was triggering. “Jesus, that’s it, that’s it!” I cried into the swirling steam. Duncan’s tongue flicked ever more rapidly across my clit, and I climaxed a moment later, my thighs clenching tightly against his ears as my pussy soaked his face.

We waited until I caught my breath, and then we stumbled out of the shower together. After a hasty and not entirely successful attempt to towel each other dry, we headed to Duncan’s bed, where we rolled about and stroked one another’s damp, dewy-fresh skin. “You are beautiful,” said Duncan, “and I’m a very lucky man.”

I giggled and said, “Not half as lucky as I am.” My hand found his hard cock, which was in desperate need of action. I pushed Duncan flat on his back and climbed on top of him. “I need you to fuck me, and I need it right now,” I declared, gazing at my companion through tangled strands of my wet hair.

Duncan looked up at me with those magnetic blue eyes of his and massaged my tits while I fitted his prick into my pussy. Sinking down his thick shaft, I felt new waves of pleasure flow through me. Once fully impaled, I gripped his shoulders and began to ride him with a slow, sensual up-and-down motion. When I bent low over him, he rubbed his face against my breasts. “Yeah, baby,” I said, maintaining my rhythm. “Suck my tits while I fuck you. Suck hard; I like it like that.”

He did as I demanded, sending extra sparks of ecstasy through my frame.

“Do you like the way I feel around your dick?” I inquired.

His answer was a helpless moan. Still gazing deep into my eyes, he flexed his hips, pushing into me each time I bottomed out against his balls. “Oh, fuck,” I murmured, nearly overwhelmed by the weighty feel and impressive length of his manhood as it delved within me. “I love your cock, Duncan! It fills me up so good.”

I increased my pace, riding him faster and faster. My hair swished wildly back and forth, blinding me, but my eyes were half-shut anyway as I luxuriated in the blissful eroticism of the moment. Duncan’s hands went to my hips, then around back to squeeze my asscheeks. My cunt was dripping wet, and a sizeable orgasm loomed on the horizon. I needed only a bit more stimulation of my clitoris, and I’d find myself sky-high.

Duncan rolled us over then, nicely executing the maneuver for both of us so that he was never dislodged from my pussy. On top of me now, he began fucking me missionary-style, which tweaked my clit just right. “Ooh — ooh — ooh,” I chanted in time with his thrusts. It wasn’t going to take me long! I wrapped my legs around his waist and urged him deeper. He reared up on his arms and gave in to his passion. The bed squeaked and thumped against the wall as Duncan jackhammered his cock into my welcoming channel. I became almost delirious, unable to form words but capably filling the room with exultant cries. My moment of ecstasy made me grab on to Duncan with all four limbs and whimper into his ear.

He was close to coming, too. Holding me fast against him with one arm beneath my shoulders, he looked out the broad window onto the beach and flexed half a dozen times more into my sopping-wet pussy. Then he lost it. I felt him tense all over, and as his body went rigid, the hot spurting flow of his semen filled me. I stroked his sweaty back and rode his pulsations of release along with him.

Afterward, we lounged on the bed for a while, relaxing in a rectangle of sunlight from the window. “That was incredible, Tamara,” Duncan said softly, tracing gentle circles around my breasts.

Before leaving, I gave him my cell number and my condo’s address. “If you want to hang out tonight, meet my friends, whatever — text me.” We shared a final kiss, and I rode off down the path.

Back at the condo, my friends remarked on the smile that wouldn’t leave my face. I mentioned that I’d met a guy and left it at that, but they gleaned the truth. I kept thinking about my encounter with Duncan.

After sunset, as we sat around listening to music, eating pizza and drinking beer outside on the patio, I received a text from Duncan. “What are you doing right now?” he wanted to know.

“Having pizza and beer,” I texted back. “Come get some.”

Imagine my surprise when he showed up less than a minute later! He had a pizza box in one hand, a six-pack in the other, and a big grin on his face.

“Right on, we can always use more,” said Nick, before I’d even had a chance to make introductions.

Jenna leaned close and whispered, “Is that him?”

The others gathered around, too. I laughed and said, “Everyone, meet Duncan.”

He had picked up the food on impulse and started for our place well before texting me. That’s confidence, I thought to myself, giggling with amusement.

My friends liked Duncan, and vice versa, but he hadn’t come over only to meet them, of course. From the moment he walked up, I knew what he’d come for, and it was perfect — because I wanted the same thing.

“This is my last chance to see you,” he said when we got a moment alone. “I couldn’t stop thinking about this morning.”

“I’m glad you came,” I replied. “I’ve been thinking about you all day, too.”

At the first opportunity, we slipped away from the others. Duncan’s place was too far for the kind of urgency we were feeling, so I took his hand and led him around the side of the building, into the dark alley between the condos. Since the lighted walkway from the beach to the street was on the other side, I was pretty sure we’d have privacy here.

In our fervent kiss, I felt his need — strident, powerful, the equal of my own. His hands went to my breasts and released them from the confines of my bikini top, while I fumbled with the drawstring of his board shorts. Pushing Duncan against the wall, I dropped to my knees before him and pulled his shorts down to his ankles. His cock leapt free, fully erect and bobbing in front of my face. It occurred to me that we were re-enacting our first moves in the shower at his place that very morning, only in reverse. I was the aggressor now, and I was consumed with the desire to suck Duncan’s cock. I closed my lips around the fleshy crown of his organ. As I eased forward, engulfing its length, I felt its pulsations against my tongue. Duncan rested his hands on my shoulders and began to pump his rod between my lips. I took his thrusts with hungry devotion while reaching around to palm his ass. The fragrant sea breeze wafted through the alley. In the semi-darkness, I bobbed on his shaft, my lips tightly circling his dick, my fingers gripping his glutes, until his breath grew shallow and his turgid manhood dripped pre-come onto my tongue. The taste inflamed my passion, and I stood up, desperate to fuck.

“His fingers dipped into my wetness, making me tremble. When Duncan withdrew and placed the head of his cock at my opening, I let out a whimper.”

Duncan turned us around so that my back was to the wall. The length of his hard-on pressed against my bare belly as we locked lips again. He pushed my skirt up, bunching it around my waist, then found my panties in his way and yanked those down. A moment later I felt his hand on my vulva, caressing my mound and ultimately seeking my crevasse. His fingers dipped into my wetness, making me tremble mightily against him. When Duncan withdrew his hand and placed the head of his cock at my opening, I let out a whimper of excitement. Clasping him around the neck, I tried to wrap my legs around his waist but my panties still clung to my knees, preventing me. With an impatient curse, I pulled the garment completely off and kicked it away. Unfettered now, I got my legs around Duncan while he pressed me to the wall. His hands were under my ass, and his cock slipped easily into my pussy.

“Oh sweet Jesus, that feels good,” I muttered as Duncan began to saw into me. He fucked me faster, settling into a sweet rhythm that made me see stars.

On the lighted bike path, maybe twenty yards away, a cyclist rode by, oblivious to our presence in the gloom. I could hear the sounds of music and laughter from around the corner as my friends continued to party, and above that, the relentless crashing of the surf upon the beach. Most immediate, though, were the sounds of lovemaking as Duncan and I undulated against one another in the darkness of the alley. He leveraged me between himself and the wall, and I clung to him, my thighs clutching his hips and my arms encircling his neck. Duncan’s fingers were in my asscrack, and his cock moved like a piston in my cunt. A few delirious minutes later, his whole body went rigid and he muffled his moans against my neck as his prick erupted. My clit was sparking insanely by this time, and the sudden pulsations of Duncan’s rod unleashing its load inside me made me come, too. I coiled my fingers in his hair and held on to him tightly, riding out the waves.

“I experienced a primal climax that robbed me of the power to make any sound. All I could do was ram backward at Duncan again and again.”

When the moment passed, we slid down to the ground together and tried to catch our breath. Still holding one another, we kissed and laughed quietly at our outdoor antics. Duncan was still hard, and I was still horny, so I turned away from him on all fours and waggled my ass in his face. Duncan didn’t miss a beat. He knelt behind me, aimed his cock and slid back inside. I moaned as his stout pole filled my sex. Soon the randy sound of slapping flesh joined my moans as Duncan’s hips smacked repeatedly against my rump. His hands were on my derriere, and he kneaded my fleshy cheeks as he jacked into me doggy-style.

“You have a beautiful ass,” he whispered, giving me a little slap back there. I wished he would touch my tight hole, maybe even push a finger inside. Just as soon as I thought it, Duncan did exactly that. I felt the tip of his digit nudged inside my ass, and new ripples of bliss coursed through me, making me rock forward and back more ardently than ever against my companion. I loved being penetrated in both holes, and I loved the sense of naughtiness that came with it. The sensations drove me wild, and my unrestrained display of ecstasy provoked Duncan to greater heights of passion, too. He hooked his free hand around the curve of my hip and really pounded me good, until my cries of delight threatened to draw unwanted attention to our alleyway tryst.

“Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me,” I yammered, incapable of choking off my shouts any longer. Fortunately, a particularly loud wave crashed ashore at just the right moment, and no one heard me but Duncan. Then I experienced a primal climax that robbed me of the power to make any sound at all. All I could do was ram backward at Duncan’s powerful thrusts again and again. He grabbed hold of my hips with both hands and came while I was still reeling. Over and over, his balls slapped against my pussy lips as the last of his semen emptied into me. Dimly, I heard a seagull’s cry and looked up in time to see the shadow of the big bird pass overhead, the only witness to our coupling.

Duncan and I said good-bye a few minutes later, and I watched him slip away into the darkness. When my friends and I departed for home the following afternoon, there was no question as to who among us had had the greatest, most memorable spring break of all.