My friends had urged me to take a vacation after a brutal breakup with my longtime boyfriend, Brad. I’d never gone away by myself before, but my girls told me it was the best way to heal my heartache.

“Besides, you never know who you’ll meet,” Laura told me. “Maybe you’ll run into a hot guy who’ll make you forget all about your loser ex and give you the orgasms you deserve.”

That was a pretty typical statement from Laura, the pervy pragmatist.

I followed the advice of my pals, booking my flight and securing what I hoped would be a primo rental for the week.

The place was beautiful and just a short walk from the shore. It had a gleaming kitchen that I had no plans on using and a luxuriously large bathroom with a shower and a Jacuzzi. But unfortunately, it also had the world’s most uncomfortable bed. After two nights of the worst sleep of my life, I found myself complaining to Alex the bartender, who was slinging cocktails at the swanky beachside restaurant where I was drowning my sorrows.

“I’ve had better nights,” I moaned to Alex as I nursed my third margarita. “The bed in that place is killer. I don’t know if my back is ever going to recover.

His sympathetic smile was like a perfectly crafted cocktail — delivering just the right amount of sweetness and kick.

“Why don’t you come back to my place tonight?” Alex suggested, his flirtatious voice making my heart skip a beat. “I have a king-size bed that’s like sleeping on a cloud.”

I’d noticed him checking me out all evening. The way his eyes lingered on my face and fixated on my cleavage was beyond flattering. But was I ready for this? To jump into bed with a stranger in a strange town?

Yes, I was.

“I’d love to,” I told him. My quick acceptance of his offer seemed to surprise him, but I could tell he was also thrilled. “Though I don’t know where you live.”

“Don’t worry,” he said. “I’ll drive you there. My shift ends in an hour.”

I nodded happily, the excitement of the unknown giving me butterflies in my stomach.

I found Alex to be as intoxicating as the liquor he was serving, and my heart did a little dance in my chest. I’d never had a single spontaneous moment with Brad. He was the type of guy who liked to plan every move — ensuring my absolute boredom.

But here was Alex, offering me a night in a cloud. And maybe, just maybe, a chance to feel alive again.

After Alex clocked out, he escorted me from the restaurant to the parking lot. His car was at the far end in the employee section. It was a sleek convertible that gleamed under the lot’s bright lights.

“Wow,” I said, unable to hide my admiration.

“Hey, it’s nothing compared to my bed,” he replied with a playful grin.

He opened the passenger side door for me, and I slid onto the leather seat, feeling a thrill that was definitely caused by more than the luxurious upholstery.

As we drove through the quiet streets — with the wind in my hair and the scent of the sea permeating my senses — I became convinced that I’d made the best decision of my life.

All I knew was that I wanted to replace my memories of Brad with better ones, and I was ready to cast off the sadness that had clung to me like a wet bathing suit.

I wanted to feel good. I wanted to live. And with Alex’s hand resting casually on my thigh, I knew I was on the right track.

His place was a modern condo with a view of the ocean that stole my breath. I was blown away by the sheer opulence of it all. The atmosphere was cool and welcoming with the air conditioner having kicked in to make it the perfect temperature.

I dropped my purse on a table and kicked off my heels, loving the feeling of Alex’s deep pile carpet beneath my bare feet.

The living room was spacious with large windows that framed the moonlit ocean. The walls were adorned with abstract art that I pretended to understand but really just thought looked cool.

Alex led me to his bedroom, and when I saw his king-size, it was like the universe had heard my complaints and delivered a mattress that was the answer to my dreams.

He pulled back the fluffy comforter with a dramatic flourish, revealing crisp white sheets. Without another word, he bent down and scooped me up into his arms. He placed me gently on the bed, and I sighed with bliss. He hadn’t been exaggerating. The mattress felt exactly as I thought a cloud might. Soft, enveloping and perfectly molded to my curves, yet giving me just the right amount of support.

“Is this what you had in mind?” he asked.

“Oh yeah,” I told him.

My body was already responding to Alex’s promises of comfort and pleasure, and I was eager to explore what else he might have in store for me.

Alex began to remove his clothes, revealing a chiseled body that made Brad look like a weakling. I peeled off my dress and panties, our eyes locking as we stripped ourselves. We were both thirsty for what was to come.

As we lay there and embraced, I realized that this was what I’d been craving. The excitement of a new adventure, the warmth of an unfamiliar touch, and the thrill of letting go of the past.

I was ready to let Alex take me away from it all and carry me to a better place.

My new lover caressed me gently and delivered deep, passionate kisses. His tongue explored my mouth, and I responded in kind.

Alex kissed his way down my neck and over my collarbone. He focused his attention on my tits, taking one of my nipples into his mouth and suckling it softly. I felt the thrilling sensation shoot straight to my cunt, which was positively aching for him.

As his hands and mouth ventured lower, I felt my pussy growing wetter and more desperate for his touch. He finally slid a finger inside me, and I moaned, which prompted him to slip another digit into my snatch.

“You’re so wet for me,” he murmured. “I’ve got to taste you.”

Alex slid further south, nudging my thighs farther apart. He dove into my crotch with an exuberance that my ex had never showed. His tongue danced over my clit, and I gripped the sheets tightly. His ravenous display was nothing like the mechanical oral sex that boring Brad had delivered. No, Alex was eating me out like a starving man at a free buffet.

My moans grew louder as my hunky bartender licked and sucked me, his tongue swirling around my clit in a way that made me buck my hips and grind my pussy into his handsome face. I felt an orgasm building deep within me, and I sensed it was going to be more intense than any I’d ever experienced — and I was right.

Alex repeatedly buzzed my clit with his tongue, while finger-fucking me in a complementary rhythm. He was curving his digits just so in order to hit the most sensitive spots inside me. My cunt was overflowing with honey, and he lapped up my sweetness.

My ass was beating a steady tattoo on the mattress as I humped his mouth and chased my release. It hit me suddenly like a wave, drowning me in pleasure. I came hard, my legs quivering and my back arching. Alex didn’t stop, though. He kept lapping at me and plundering my pussy with his fingers. He brought me to a second, even more powerful orgasm before I had caught my breath from the first.

I wanted to return the favor and show him what I could do. It was only fair, after all.

“Your turn,” I told him as he rose from between my thighs.

I directed Alex onto his back. His erect cock was standing tall and begging for attention. I took his rod in my mouth, enjoying the flavor and scent of his clean masculine skin. He groaned deeply as my head bobbed in his lap. I kept my lips wrapped tight around his shaft as I blew him, taking care to show the same dedication that he had when laving my clit. 

His already massive cock seemed to swell even more in my mouth, and I was intoxicated by the erotic power I held over him. But deep in my heart — and in my pussy — I knew it was time to fuck.

A no-strings-attached night of raw, passionate sex with a hot stranger seemed to be the perfect elixir for my broken heart.

I made a note to call Laura and tell her that she was right!

As soon as I rose, Alex urged me onto my hands and knees. I cast a glance over my shoulder as he positioned himself behind me. In one swift move, he shoved his shaft inside me — and we were off to the races. He pounded me fast and hard, his deep strokes slamming into my core and delivering delirious shock waves of wonder.

While my orgasms had provided deep feelings of satisfaction, I felt my arousal sparking anew. My cunt released additional waves of juice as he reamed me. I brought one hand to my supersensitive clit. My button was still tender and puffy from all of Alex’s attention, so I used a gentle hand as I fingered it.

I continued to frig myself as Alex picked up the pace. He had the kind of stamina that Brad had always lacked. I was overjoyed to experience such intense sex without any guilt or obligations connected to it.

Clearly, Alex was dedicated to making sure his customers were totally satisfied. His rampaging cock helped push me toward countless more climaxes, leaving me happily exhausted. Once Alex had wrung every bit of pleasure out of me, he surrendered to his own. I felt the warm pulse of his release as he fucked his way to oblivion.

And Alex’s bed continued to live up to its reputation. I slept like a baby and felt fully reinvigorated in the morning. I couldn’t help but think that maybe, just maybe, I had found more than just a good fuck on that vacation. I had found a little slice of heaven.