For my 30th birthday, I treated myself to a fancy vacation at one of those all-inclusive resorts in Mexico.

I expected sun, sand, and lots of fruity drinks and good food. What I wasn’t expecting was to get laid every single day. But that’s exactly what happened.

I was alone on the beach the first day, sipping a big, ice-cold Daiquiri and soaking up some sun in my skimpy string bikini when I was approached by a very attractive man. He asked if the lounge chair next to mine was taken, and after chuckling to myself about his very obvious line, I told him it was free and invited him to join me. As cheesy as his approach had been, I had to admit that he was sexy enough to get away with it, and I was curious to see what he’d do next.

We chatted a bit about what had brought us to the resort and why we were both alone on the beach, and when I rolled over on my chair to get more comfortable, he made his next move, offering to put some sunscreen on my back for me. I accepted, handed him the bottle, and then luxuriated in the feel of his hands on my body. It was like every steamy tropical romance novel I’d ever read — only better, because it was happening to me.

I couldn’t control my desire, and a few minutes after he’d finished slathering my back and thighs with lotion, I told him that I should get out of the sun, and asked him to join me in my private cabana.

He followed me inside, and as soon as I’d dropped the privacy curtains that served as a door to the little tent, I pounced. I kissed him hard, wrapping my arms around his strong shoulders and twining one leg around his thick thighs. He responded by grabbing my ass and lifting me up so I was molded tight against his body. Oh, yeah, it was just like one of those romance novels I’d read, but much, much better.

His kisses trailed down my neck and shoulder, and then he was untying my bikini top and kissing my breasts. Oh, did that feel good!

Then he lay me down on one of the padded lounge chairs in the cabana and resumed kissing his way down my body. He explored every inch of me, then tugged at the strings on my bikini bottom so he could kiss me there, too. He licked and kissed and sucked my pussy like a pro, and I had to bite my lip to keep from screaming when I came.

Once he’d licked me to orgasm, he moved back up my body to kiss me on the lips again. I could feel his erection through his swim trunks, and I reached into his bathing suit to feel just how hard he was. He gasped when my hand wrapped around his shaft, and I stroked him a few times. More than ready for what he was offering, I pushed down his shorts and he quickly stood up to strip. Then he was on me again. He lay down over me and asked me if I was sure, and once I assured him I wanted him, he slid into me, pushing in all the way until I was ready to burst.

I’d never felt anything so big, I was sure, and I savored that full feeling for a minute. Then he started to thrust, slow at first, then faster. His strokes were steady and deep, and he continued to kiss me, driving me crazy with lust. I couldn’t get enough. He brought me to two nearly blinding orgasms before he finally came him-self, and even then he stayed hard long enough to bring me to a third. Oh, my God!

After we enjoyed a few more drinks and some time in the sun, I helped him move his bags into my room, and he stayed with me for the week. Happy birthday to me!