Summer had disappeared in a flash. I stared out an open window at the ocean as I marveled at how quickly the time had passed. I’d anticipated my end-of-season getaway would be boring because I was traveling alone. But my last few days at the shore held a hunky surprise!

Although my vacation had gotten off to a lazy start, I’d enjoyed myself. I’d walked along the beach, swam in the sea, relaxed on the sand and felt my skin brown — despite copious amounts of sunscreen. I’d sipped good wine, read trashy books and binge-watched countless serial killer documentaries.

But too many days had passed without me getting laid. Then one afternoon, I found myself fixated on the guy who lived a few doors down. As I gazed outside, I observed him carefully steering his bicycle around slow-moving boardwalk strollers. I stepped out onto my rental’s deck and watched him wheel his bike up to the front of his condo.

I’d seen him plenty, but he was never in the company of another person. He was tall, his chest broad. He wasn’t a gym rat, but he was in decent shape. He appeared to have rock-hard calves — from his constant cycling, no doubt. He kept to himself, but he’d returned the smiles of friendly passersby.

“What’s your name?” I mused out loud to myself. “Are you a Chad? Brad? Frank?”

I leaned on the railing and watched him chain up his bike. He had strong-looking hands. They were hands I could easily imagine pawing at my body.

“Or maybe you’re a Tom, Mike or John? Or perhaps something unusual and exotic, like Sebastian,” I said.

I laughed at my own game, wandered back inside and poured myself a glass of Chablis. It was cold and crisp and went down smoothly.

I considered walking over to the guy’s place and introducing myself: “Hello, my name is Holly, and I’d love to get laid at least once before I go back home to my boring job and rejoin the rat race.”

I carried my wine to the sofa and kicked back while an old movie from the ’70s played on TV. I daydreamed about being bold enough to approach Tom or Sebastian — or whoever he was. My brain fully ignored the screen as my hand slid into my shorts and breached my cotton panties.

Sliding my finger along the seam of my pussy, I found my clit. It was thumping in tandem with my heartbeat as I imagined the handsome stranger crawling between my parted thighs. My fantasy became a fully formed sex vision: He licked my wet cunt and tickled my clit with his tongue. He lapped at me until I begged him to make me come. Then he slid two fingers inside me and worked me from the inside out, all while tonguing my swollen button.

I swirled my fingertips against my clitoris, while I imagined all that goodness. I brought myself to a breathless orgasm quite easily. It took no effort at all.

I dozed off on the sofa for a bit, and when I woke up, I’d decided I was going to introduce myself to that hot hunk and ask him if he’d like a drink or three — and then maybe me!

I wore my most comfortable shorts and tank top. In my favorite outfit, I felt like a badass babe. For my face, I added a few swipes of mascara, a tiny bit of blush and a slick of lip gloss. I tied my long hair up into a high pony and carefully studied my reflection in the mirror.

I’d fuck me, I decided. I was pretty cute.

Digging in the fridge, I grabbed a four-pack of craft beer I’d picked up a few days earlier at a local brewery. I slid my feet into sandals, found my key and out the door I went.

I literally ran into him. He was carrying a baguette and a brown paper bag. Well, he was until I accidentally slammed into him. Then he was juggling a baguette as the bag hit the ground.

“Shit!” I said.

I bent and scooped up the sack as he finally snatched the bread from the air. Relief flooded through me because he was laughing. I was worried I’d already ruined my shot at messing up the sheets with him.

“You good?” I asked, trying to hand back the bag.

He nodded, eyeing me up and down as he said, “Yes, I’m good. You?”

Up close, I could see his emerging stubble. I admired his deep blue eyes, which had just a few laugh lines around them, and his nice lips. Full, pink, kissable lips. My clothing suddenly felt too restrictive.

“I’m… fine,” I said, sounding as mesmerized as I felt.

In a friendly gesture, he offered me his hand as he said, “I’m Doug.”

“I’m Holly.” I shook his hand and raised the four-pack. “And I was on my way to introduce myself and see if you were free for a drink — and ask if you’re single.”

The words came out in a rush, and I exhaled sharply after the last one left my lips.

He grinned, and his handsome smile sent a jolt of eletrifying arousal straight to my cunt. I easily imagined kissing the slope of his tanned neck, nibbling his shoulder and stroking his cock until he exploded in my hand, coating my palm with come.

He studied me and smiled slyly as if he knew what I’d been thinking.

“I am both, and funny you should ask. I was on my way to you — to see if you were single,” he finally replied.

“Yup, and what do you have here?” I asked, poking at the brown bag.

“Charcuterie. I was hoping you weren’t vegan, and that maybe you’d like to share,” he answered.

“Ah,” I said. “Not a vegan, and I’d like that. Very much. I like to share. Wanna go to my place?” I asked, wasting no time.

The next thing I knew, we were drinking microbrews and eating meat, cheese and bread. Then with little warning, his lips were on mine and we were locked in a ferocious kiss. I rested my palms on his chest; I liked the feel of his warm, muscular body under my hands.

He fumbled with my shorts, and I helped him, hiking up my hips so he could tug my clothing down. I yanked my panties off to move things along. Eager was the perfect word to describe me at that moment.

He was sexy and funny, and he made a mean charcuterie board. So fucking like crazy was the logical next step, right?

Doug urged me onto my back on the sofa, parting my thighs and moving down between them. I realized I was holding my breath. I was that turned on — and that ready to feel his hungry mouth on me. When his tongue slithered against my pussy, I exhaled and grabbed the back of his head. He licked me methodically and explored me with slow, tentative swipes. I pushed against the back of his head, and gratefully, he took the hint. His licks grew more aggressive. His tongue brushed my clitoris over and over again, and I knew my cunt was getting increasingly wetter. I wanted him to fuck me, but I also didn’t want the pleasure to end.

Doug took his time. His fingers dragged along my inner thighs, making me jump. He parted my pussy lips to better expose me to his seeking mouth. His fingers pushed into my wet cunt, and I released a shameless moan laced with longing.

When my drenched pussy easily accommodated two digits, he added a third. His fingers moved slowly, as if testing me, but I took them handily.

He methodically moved his bundle of fingers in and out of me as his tongue took up a decidedly seductive rhythm. I found myself thrusting my hips up to better connect with his mouth. His sharp teeth grazing my naked mound added a small ripple of pain to the pleasurable mix. In short, it was perfect.

Doug’s fingers stretched and filled me, pushing me almost too far but not quite. Every brush of his wet, warm tongue over my clit was heaven. There came a point where ecstasy took over. My fingers scrabbled against the sofa, my body writhing in concert with my need. I came with a gasp and a cry as my wetness flooded his fingers.

He sat back, and I propped myself up on my elbows to study him. He was tan and handsome, with slightly mussed hair and a gloss of pussy juice smeared across his lips. Grinning, I pushed him back, stripped off his shorts and took his cock in hand. His erection was long, hard and standing at attention.

“Did eating my pussy turn you on?” I asked.

I stroked his dick, pausing at the top to run my thumb up and over his crown. He was thick but not too much so, I gauged. I passed my digit over him one more time, thinking he would fit into me perfectly.

Doug groaned, his body writhing restlessly as he said, “Of course. How could I not be turned on by that?”

“Fair point,” I joked.

I leaned forward, keeping my gaze locked with his, as I leisurely licked his crown. I made sure I dragged my tongue against the underside of his cockhead before entirely sucking him into my mouth. His hands landed on the back of my head. He thrust up into my willing mouth, and I inhaled the scent of him — cotton, saltwater and sunshine.

Pushing my mouth down onto his shaft as far as I could, I felt his dick brush the back of my throat. My eyes teared up a bit, but I didn’t let that stop me from delivering a humdinger of a blowjob. But when I thought I was in danger of pushing him too far and making him come in my mouth, I sat up and told him, “Lie down.”

He slid down onto his back on the sofa, watching me with a wanton look in his eyes. I ran my fingernails along his legs, from his ankles up to his hips. I left soft pink marks behind on his skin. He wriggled from the stimulation, and I continued my teasing torment. I scraped my fingernails across his pelvis, through his pubic hair and finally down the length of his erect cock. I teased the very tip of him.

“Why don’t you come up here and go for a ride?” he proposed.

I nodded and moved up to straddle him. I gripped his hard dick and dragged it along my slippery slit. I hummed softly and released a little moan.

I wanted to jam Doug’s delectable prick inside me all at once, but instead, I moved slowly. I forced myself to take my time and slither onto his steely rod like I had all the time in the world.

It was simultaneously maddening and perfect. My stomach tumbled with excitement, and my nipples spiked with arousal. Doug reached up and pinched one nip, making me groan. He must’ve liked my reaction because he reached up to pinch both at the same time. He worked the twin nubs of flesh between his strong fingertips, and his grip hurt so good. The pleasurable pain coursed through me as I impaled myself on his bone. My pussy was so sensitive; every move I made caused his dick to hit the most tender places inside me. I rocked my hips, riding him as I moaned, “You feel so good.”

“You feel too good, too.” He shut his eyes. “Better than my wildest dreams,” he sighed.

“Oh yeah? Am I wetter than a wet dream?” I teased.

I didn’t wait for an answer. Instead, I put my hands on Doug’s broad shoulders and moved my body in earnest. Though I assumed we had all night, I still picked up my pace. He gripped my hips with his strong hands and squeezed.

“Do it harder, Doug,” I hissed.

He obeyed, digging his fingers into my flesh as he bucked beneath me. He thrust up as energetically as he could while pinned beneath my weight. I rammed myself onto him, squeezing my pussy tight around his shaft.

“Fuck,” he said.

“Exactly,” I countered, laughing wildly. “Fuck me like it’s the only thing you want to do,” I told him.

I squeezed my pussy around him again and rocked myself right into a small but blissful orgasm. I shuddered as I relished the sensations. I let the warm feelings wash over me as he repositioned me, so I was on my hands and knees.

Doug knelt behind me on the couch and let out an animalistic grunt as he jammed his cock into my cunt. The hair on the nape of my neck prickled at the sound, and I pushed my ass back toward him. He clutched my hips, and then his rhythm took off. He pumped in and out of me with great speed, our bodies smacking together almost comically. He rested one hand on the small of my back, holding me where he wanted me. When he thrust himself deep, the sensation was nearly overwhelming inside my aroused snatch.

My fingernails scratched against the nubby upholstery as he fucked me feverishly. He was panting riotously, and I felt his hot breath against my back. His excitement was palpable and contagious. I slid my hand between my thighs and smacked my clit. The sharp report coincided with a delicious burst of pain. I did it again, and again.

He whispered, “Your cunt squeezes me every time you do that.”

“Good,” I responded, my voice laced with breathless excitement.

I gave my pussy four more hard spanks, relishing the slide of his cock deep inside me as I gleefully abused my clit.

“I want you to come again,” he said “All over me. All over my dick.”

I nodded, chewing my lower lip as I tried to keep my focus. I brought my fingers to my button, massaging it vigorously. After the brisk smacks, the soft slide of my fingertips over my clitoris was intoxicating. I shut my eyes and focused on the intense feelings that were thoroughly rocking my world.

Doug’s hand slid up the center of my back, and he pushed my shoulders down a bit more. My forehead was resting against the arm of the sofa as my ass was perched in the air. He nudged the tip of his thumb into my back hole. It breached me quickly, and I sucked in a harsh breath. Just before I reared back to take his digit deeper, I heard him spit and felt the wetness of his saliva land on my crack. He jammed his thumb into me a little farther, but as my pussy thumped with the ghosts of orgasms past — and the rush of another impending climax — I took it more easily than I might have otherwise.

As Doug rhythmically moved his cock and thumb in and out of me, I babbled nonsensically. The drag of his digit in my back hole as his dick fucked my drenched cunt was magical. Meanwhile, I fingered my clit, stroking it gently before picking up speed and pressing against it more firmly.

“God, that’s overwhelming,” I said. And it was. He was filling both of my holes, and my sensitive pussy was rapidly being driven toward yet another scintillating orgasm.

I sighed and drove myself back to meet his every forward motion. I smacked my clit again and again, and then I stroked it tenderly once more. The change in pressure and speed was deliciously maddening. I clenched my cunt tightly around his cock, causing him to groan.

“I can feel every single flicker,” he said.

His grip on my hips intensified. It was almost painful, but it added to my pleasure.

I gave myself one more hard pussy smack and one more soft flicker of my fingertips, and suddenly, I was coming. I rocked my head against the arm of the sofa and moaned loudly as orgasmic spasms completely overtook me.

My pussy milked his driving dick as he lost himself in his need. When he came, he pulled from me suddenly. I felt the warm splash of his seed anoint my back. I basked in the glow of our release.

As I stood, he grabbed a napkin from the coffee table and wiped the evidence of his orgasm from my skin.

I turned and ran my hand through his hair. He smiled at me, his expression a mixture of sexiness and satisfaction.

There was still plenty of food left, and God knows I had enough booze. But I was still hungry for him.

I reached over and grabbed his cock. I felt it rally at my touch. I stroked him delicately at first. But when his dick responded with eagerness, I bent and licked the tip of it, which was still sticky from my juices and his cream.

His flavor was salty and earthy, and his rod soon grew rock-hard again under my lips and tongue. I pushed my mouth onto his rod and caressed his balls. One of his hands tangled in my hair, and I liked the way he grabbed me.

“Fuck, yeah,” he said.

Doug had bounced back with all the intensity of a young college jock, and his dick was soon raring for action again. I continued sucking on the tip of him. Meanwhile, I kept a tight grip on his shaft, jerking him rhythmically.

He soon warned me he was on the brink of shooting off, so I gave the base of his erection a firm squeeze. That saved the day, and I had him sit back, so I could ride him to one more climax.

As the days of my vacation had dwindled to a precious few, I’d given up hope of finding a playmate. I was glad I’d finally made a connection with Doug, and he helped make my last days at the shore seriously wet and wild!