Enjoy Yourself without Me, Dear!
A few years back, I frequently traveled for work-related purposes. One time, I had to go to a conference in Hawaii - such a pity, isn't it? While there, I had planned to take my girlfriend with me. After the conference, we were supposed to meet with a couple of friends for a vacation where we would go island hopping.
Unfortunately, my girlfriend had a minor medical issue and needed to go to the hospital just a couple of days before our scheduled departure. I suggested staying with her and cancelling the entire trip, but she didn't want me to. She asked me to go and have fun without her.
I left for the trip, excited about experiencing the beauty of the islands again. I'd been there before, and they were my favorite places on earth. Conferences can be dull, but I'd managed to enjoy myself in the past when I was single. In places like Hawaii, where there's such paradise, things get even more wild. I'd slept with many women while traveling, some of whom were either married or already in relationships. My male colleagues were equally depraved.
I was on my best behavior at that time, leaving behind the morals I had during my youth and aiming for a more stable future. My then-girlfriend was gorgeous - she had long, wavy, dirty blonde hair and was a former track athlete with equally attractive legs. She also had an aloof but flirty "girl next door" vibe, which attracted a lot of men. We were physically intimate often but had different views about the world and conflicting life goals.
Standing at 6 feet 2 inches tall, muscular, and of mixed Italian and Dutch descent, I consider myself tall, dark, and handsome. I weigh around 220 pounds and have normal abs. My body is attractive, and I love working out. My penis may not be as huge as some porn stars', but it's been a source of joy for quite a few past lovers. 7.25 inches long and well-endowed, perfectly symmetrical, and ever since I realized what I had, I've appreciated my physical attributes even more.
Elizabeth and I were exclusive for the entire duration of our relationship; we didn't cheat on each other. I had no temptation or desires to do so now that I was alone. I simply wanted to get through the conference and explore the islands with my friends. We had our own conflicts, but we felt the trip would help us reconnect and regain some intimacy. In retrospect, it may have been our final attempt at saving our relationship.
While at a conference a few years ago when I was single, I met a young graduate student named Leah. She was Colombian and French, so was very attractive, both inside and out. Charming, intelligent, and with a stunning body, she was a phenomenon. At the time, she was my first "younger" woman, being 7 years younger than me. We spent some time together, falling in love and discovering that she could orgasm from penetration and I was her first big cock. When we ended our relationship because of the long distance, we still remained in touch. Whenever we were both single and near each other at industry events, we met up for some casual fun.
Leah texted me on the day I was to meet Elizabeth for our trip and asked if I wanted to meet up for some fun. I told her about my very serious relationship and thought it best to stay away. She understood, but instead suggested we meet for a casual drink to catch up.
Perhaps I was naive or deluded at the time, but I agreed to meet her. It seemed harmless, and I'd avoided temptation in the past. That night, I spoke to Elizabeth over her hospital phone, and she inquired if I was up to anything. I lied, telling her I was just returning to my hotel for a quiet evening.
I Could Feel My Emotions Physically During The Phone Call. It Felt Like My Stomach Was Vibrating, Warming Me With Anxiety And Anticipation As My Limbs Grew Cold. But I Just Couldn't Refuse Meeting Leah. After All, It Was Only A Catch Up And Elizabeth Didn't Need To Get Jealous Over Some Insignificant Drinks.
Forward to the bar, and after a few swift cocktails down the hatch, Leah and I were back to where we'd started. Our eye contact refused to break, and we were completely immersed in our own world. I was totally out of my element and making bad jokes due to my nerves, but she was laughing at them nonetheless. Her jet-black curls were twisted up in a neat bun, with a few stray strands of hair falling in front of her beautiful tan dimples.
My stomach felt a battle between excitement and guilt. She was such a stunner that even her conservative outfits couldn't mask her figure. I tried to blink away my eyes, recalling the curves I used to explore freely and couldn't forget. My heart was pounding in my chest, but it also felt like it was sending blood to my steadily swelling dick. I attempted to fight it. I really did. But her melodic singing voice and musical Latin lilt... the way she ran her hand across my broad shoulders during flirtation... I just couldn't take it anymore. "I have to leave," I thought.
I was about to say it out loud when she threw the final nail in my coffin. "I'm going to smoke a joint on my balcony before crashing. Want to come with me? No pressure." I froze. My eyes were locked on hers. I opened my mouth, then closed it and looked away. A flash of Elizabeth's face floated through my imagination. I looked back up, the soft dimples, her gorgeous, inviting brown eyes, those luscious lips. "Yeah sure, let's do that," I stuttered.
On the walk back, we couldn't stop laughing and squinty-eyed stumbling into each other. Lianna put her arm through mine for balance, and we grinned from ear to ear. The elevator trip up was silent and tense. Both of us sensed what was happening and couldn't stop it. Back at her place, we hit the restroom, removed our makeup, and then made our way to the balcony. She unfolded a pre-rolled joint and lit it up.
We touched on life and family briefly and caught up on more substantial topics.
As the joint burned, our conversation veered towards the pleasant memories of our brief relationship. Our soft laughter drifted in the unpolluted ocean air as we lay back, enjoying the clear night sky and the wisps of smoke enveloping her exquisite profile. She'd become quite the woman since our first secret affairs, and I yearned for her still.
The pulse in my groin traveled up my back and rang like a bell in my head. The heat in my balls signaled the last release of testosterone that would propel me to fulfill my male duty. I suggested shotgunning her, my hands moved to grasp hers aside, and I leaned in for a kiss. We kept the kiss lingering, and she discarded the joint, clinging to each other, silent. Without saying a word, we started to make out, tongue-tangling ferociously.
She was patient and precise with her tongue, guiding my own in a sensual dance. Eventually I moved to her neck, remembering how much she enjoyed being bitten and sucked. She gasped and moaned in my ear as I took her breasts in both hands. Our tongues turned feverish, slamming like battering rams into each other's mouths. She whispered, "to the bed now." I complied, picking her up by her hips, lugging her over, and tipping her onto the mattress.
I dined on her chest and stomach as I unbuttoned her pants, and she stripped out of her shirt, baring herself completely. Her figure was out of this world. An array of perky, natural breasts, a tinier waist, a flat stomach, and wide, Colombian hips supporting a beautiful ass, those women pay thousands to get it but still fail to replicate. I buried my face in her crotch, relishing the flavor of her sweet, sacred spot. Leah's clit throbbed wildly as she slid her legs apart for me, offering herself. "I want you," she sighed breathlessly.
There was moisture mixing with my spit, dripping down her ass and soaking the comforter. This lasted for several minutes until she mumbled, "Fuck me, please." Lost in animalistic desire and energized by the taste of her, I responded, "I won't until you swallow this cock." I pulled out my member from my underwear, and it rose like an oak. She began to gently massage it with both her hands, and smirked, saying, "I missed this dick, fuck." I knelt over her and traced the tip of my member against her perfect breasts, finally placing it on her cheek. "So your academic boyfriends aren't getting the job done?" She giggled, licking the base of my shaft, and then brought it to the tip and whispered, "Honestly... no" and enclosed her lips around my head.
She gobbled me as if I were the final penis in the world. Elizabeth would tolerate sucking dick; Leah sucked cock like it was her only purpose and she greatly enjoyed it. She made noises, made eye contact, and used no hands, then one hand while she squeezed her stunning D cups or rubbed her clit, and then both hands to stroke my shaft and flick her tongue underneath my head. I knew I wasn't going to last long like this, so I hastily grabbed the condom she had on the bedside table and put it on my pulsating member. "Yes" she murmured, running her fingers over my chest and abdominal muscles.
I slowly slipped into her, savoring her gentle gasps of ecstasy as my head started to spread her lips and gently caress her entrance. I kept her gaze and nodded reassuringly as I observed her falling in love with the stretch my cock offered once more. When she acknowledged my size, I guided her courageously into welcoming the full length of me. I permitted her to control the speed so she could acclimate once again. I was determined to be the first one to provide her penetration climax and was eager to uphold my reputation.
Her hands urged me to slam my muscular ass onto her. She didn't appreciate being completely choked out but she did appreciate a little pressure. As her tempo increased, she felt a small gush of wetness from her body, changing the way she moved.
She was ready now and I took back the initiative. I permitted my strokes to get deeper, grazing her cervix occasionally. Her moans were higher now and she sustained them for longer periods of time. "Be obedient and cum for me, my dear; I know you missed this cock, you may be a slut for me." Her mouth opened and her lips began to quiver into a grotesque face of pleasure usually only made by a woman in heat. She started nodding her head and then her legs began to shake.
This was my cue. I continued my tempo unaltered and spread her legs a bit wider, going as far as I could. She froze momentarily then erupted in an orgasm like a summer lightning storm against her body. Her spine arched, she threw her head back, gripped my ass, and squeezed me tightly inside her constricting cunt. Her deep-throated cries and moans matched the quick succession of her orgasmic stimulations. It lasted forever before we were face to face again, laughing.
My pulse could be felt inside her, and as we caught our breath, she began to gently hump me with tiny movements of her hips while I was still buried deep within. Then she pushed me away and said, "Use me, now," and thrust herself into doggy style. She shook her entrancing made-in-Colombia buttocks at me, encouraging me to return to her. I slid in effortlessly and we both grunted in satisfaction. Her orgasm had left her a bit more sensitive and tight, so I held back on the backshots for now.
I used slow, rhythmic strokes, with each thrust into her she would whimper slightly. Her hand suddenly wandered to her clit and started to stimulate her journey into another orgasm. I playfully slapped her ass and gazed at the waves rippling through her glutes. I increased my tempo, observing her sounds and reactions to my pace and matching them.
Our libidos synced again, and she burrowed her face in the mattress and released a sequence of deep guttural moans and cries, attaining her third orgasm with me inside her. "Wait," she breathed softly. "What?" I inquired. Without speaking, she gradually eased me out of her, flipped onto her back, and positioned my member at her lips. To my surprise, she untied the condom and started to remove it with her lips, getting me slick. She then returned me to her lips and once more, my head was returned to her mouth.
Time seemed to be frozen. I could hear Elizabeth's voice tell me, "Go enjoy yourself!" All I could think of was her lying in the hospital bed. Underneath me, hips were desperate for release as they grinded the air. I began to think about shared morning coffees at my girlfriend's place. Our pets playing together. The bedsheets on my bed covered in her come after spending the night there.
However, my mind soon drifted to the fights. Her sense of entitlement and combative nature. The unresolved long-term plans.
My eyes opened, and I was overcome by the scent of pussy. My heart was pounding, and my cock was hard. A small hand started to caress my shaft, and the other held my face, forcing me to look deeply into beautiful, brown eyes. These eyes were filled with a need I couldn't comprehend with words. "I need you to cum deep inside me, daddy," she begged. These nine words were a challenge for any man to say no to. I couldn't.
I got up from the bed, completely at the mercy of my hormones. I grabbed her by the hips and pulled her towards me. I began to fuck her like a stallion in heat. I had my back straight, allowing for the best angle to reach her pussy. My arms were wrapped around her hips, supporting her as she dangled halfway off the mattress. My muscles flexed, and a rush of adrenaline coursed through me. I was completely consumed by the beast inside me.
I pushed the thought of Elizabeth out of my mind. All I could think about was getting my cock buried as deep in this horny pussy as possible. Our eyes locked, and our breathing became in sync. She began nodding her head and biting her lip as I started to tense up, preparing for my orgasm. She let out a long, arousing moan and urged me on. "Yes, yes! Please cum inside me!" The animal part of me took control. She matched me, participating in my orgasm as she spread her legs wider and embraced it.
Each thrust of my cock into her pussy released a wave of cum, fueled by her tight walls that gripped my unit tightly. I could feel the force of it. My semen didn't drip out, it was sprayed over her cervix, coating it completely. She moaned in unison with me, guided by the pulsing of our intertwined bodies. When we finished, I slumped onto the bed beside her.
Every day, we repeated this pattern. Every night and every morning during the conference.
