The Resort
As spring moved closer and closer towards summer, I came down with a severe case of writer's block. You're probably wondering, "how is that possible for an erotica writer?" As fun as it is to write about sex and all the naughty things it can entail, sometimes even the most gifted writer struggles to find new content. Given the circumstances, I decided I needed a change of scenery and booked a vacation at a Florida resort. I was particular about what I wanted during my stay; my room needed to be facing the beach, there had to be a bar in the hotel and just for the hell of it, a jacuzzi in the room.
My first night there set the tone for what would be a memorable vacation. After doing some beachside drinking, I made my way to the hotel bar. I had my backpack with my laptop in it and sat at the corner of the bar. Pulling out my computer, I started typing ideas and outlines for a new story. I had become so involved in what I was doing, I didn't even notice the sexy brunette sitting down just a few seats from me. She reached out and tapped my arm.
"What are you working on?" she asked.
I looked up from my screen and directed my attention toward her. She was very alluring. Her bright blue eyes highlighted a slightly weathered but still attractive face. Her long dark hair rested on her shoulders. Her lips weren't too full but not too thin and her smile could put a man at ease. She was wearing a halter top from what I could see and it showed off what appeared to be a set of perfect breasts.
"I'm a writer," I replied. "I'm just putting down some ideas for my next story."
"Oh, really?" she said. "What kind of stories do you write?"
"The naughty kind," I answered. "I'm a writer of erotica."
I thought this would put her off and she would politely excuse herself. Instead, her eyes widened and she moved in closer to me.
"I love erotica," she said in a low voice. "Do you have any of it online? I would love to read it."
I directed her to my stories at Lush and she wasted little time bringing them up on her phone. I studied her face as she read my work. She put her finger to her mouth and gently bit the end of it. I drank my beer as she continued reading. I was looking forward to this feedback since it had never been given to me in person. She picked up her glass of wine and took a long drink from it; she almost emptied the glass.
"You are a good writer," she said. "I am going to have to join this site and read the other stories that are on here as well."
I thanked her and we spoke about a variety of things for the next thirty minutes. She introduced herself as Collen and she was on vacation with her step-daughter. The two had not been able to spend time together as much since she went to college and this was a trip the two had been planning for over six months. Back in the real world, Colleen worked as a real estate agent. She had been spending the last few weeks primarily at the office, so this was a much-needed break for her.
We had just ordered another round of drinks when a petite blonde came to the bar to speak to Colleen.
"Hey, our ride is waiting to take us to the party," she said.
"Oh hey sweetie," was Colleen's response. "I want you to meet my new friend, Eddie. He's a writer. Eddie, this is my step-daughter, Tonya."
"It's nice to meet you," I said, offering my hand.
Tonya stood about 5'5" and was probably less than a hundred pounds soaking wet. Her eyes were blue but not like the shade that her stepmother possessed. She had perfectly round, albeit small breasts and a heart-shaped ass that really complimented her frame. Another thing I noticed about Tonya was the length of her hair. It ran down to the small of her back and I imagined what it looked like when it wasn't tied back in a ponytail.
"Charmed," she said with a touch of sarcasm. I pulled my hand back given her response.
"Don't be rude, Toni!" Colleen said, her words a bit slurred from the wine she had been drinking. "But yes, we need to go. Perhaps we will run into each other again?"
"I'm here for the next few days, so I think we will," I responded.
Colleen smiled and began to pull out her credit card to pay for her drinks. I put my hand up.
"I've got you covered," I said.
Looking at the bartender, I motioned for all the drinks to be put on my tab.
"Charge everything to Room 535," I said.
He nodded and rang it up. Colleen clutched my arm and gave me a peck on the cheek.
"Thank you," she said.
Tonya helped her off the barstool and I noticed that Colleen was wearing a short skirt with black heels. If I had to guess, Colleen was probably 5'1". Regardless, she looked good and her legs appeared to be longer than what they really were. I smiled as I watched them leave. I doubt I would see them again on this trip or if Colleen would even remember me based on the amount of alcohol she consumed. I returned to my typing and finished my beer before heading back upstairs to my room.
**********
The next morning, I went down to the patio to have a coffee and read the newspaper. What can I say? I'm old school like that. I saw a small group doing yoga about ten yards away from where I was sitting and happened to notice that one of the participants was Tonya. Her long hair was still tied back in a ponytail and her workout clothes made her look very sexy. Her sports bra revealed two hard nipples through the fabric and her leggings really showed off her ass. The sweat on her skin made her body glisten. I watched for a few moments before returning to my coffee and newspaper.
I must have been really engrossed in what I was reading because Tonya walked over to me and pulled out a chair. "Enjoy the show?" she asked.
I couldn't tell if she was being serious, sarcastic or what. Hell, I still didn't have a read on her. I watched as she sat down and turned the front page of the paper around towards her. She gave it a once over before I could respond to her question. "Too much bullshit going on in the world today; everything has to be political," she said, sitting back in the chair.
"By the way, I want to apologize for the way I spoke to you last night," she said. The sincerity in her statement was genuine.
"It's not the first time I have had to pull my stepmom out of a bar," she continued. "I knew it would happen, I just didn't think it would be this early into our trip."
I raised my coffee cup in a bit of a salute. "No worries," I said. "She was just fascinated by my writings and our conversation took off from there."
Tonya looked around and stood up. I watched as she put on a hoodie and zipped it up. "How about we get some lunch and you can show me your stories," she said.
Folding my newspaper, I finished my coffee and got up from my chair. I followed Tonya to the hotel restaurant. The place was mostly empty save for a couple of tables that were occupied by some elderly couples. The hostess greeted us at the entrance. I took immediate notice of her fiery red hair and bright green eyes.
"My name is Allison," she began. "Will it just be you two dining with us today?"
"Yes," Tonya replied. "Also, could we possibly get a table in the back away from everyone?"
"Of course," Allison said. "Follow me, please."
Allison was tall standing at 5'9". I could see the outline of a black bra just through her white blouse. Her slacks hid any defining features she possessed from the waist down, but regardless, she was still very attractive.
"Here we go," she said as we arrived at our table. "I will be taking care of you and will do my best to make sure you are not bothered by other customers."
We gave her our drink orders and while I reviewed the menu, Tonya wanted to review my work. I gave her the link and she started reading my stories. I don't know how many she read but, it was long enough for Allison to take our order and come back with the food. As we ate, Tonya gave me some feedback on what she thought.
"You tell a story from many different perspectives," she said. "I have to admit, I was aroused by a couple of them." She slid her chair close to me. "What you probably didn't know is that I'm pretty kinky myself."
That last part came out of left field and got my attention, especially after she put her hand on my lap and unzipped my shorts. She started reading another writer's story about public sex and began jerking me off as she read. Credit is due to the writer of that story. It definitely turned me on. Even more credit had to go to Tonya as she seemed to be an expert at giving handjobs. I leaned back in my chair, taking in Tonya's words as she read and enjoying the pleasure she was giving my cock. I wasn't sure, but I thought I saw Allison watching us from the other side of the room. Of course, the idea of being watched has always been a turn-on for me and as the mere thought of it crossed my mind, I shot a long rope of cum out of my cock. Most of it ended up on Tonya's hand and fingers. The rest fell onto my napkin with small drops on my shirt and shorts.
As Tonya wiped my cum off her hand, Allison came over and asked if we needed anything else. I looked at Tonya who smiled at our server. "I think we are good," she said.
I told Allison to charge the meal to my room. She smiled and told us to have a wonderful day. Having finished cleaning off her hand, Tonya said, "That was fun. Now, I need to go to my room and masturbate."
I chuckled as we got up and left the restaurant. I watched as she got on the elevator. I decided to take a walk on the beach. The small cum stains on my clothes weren't that obvious and I figured wading into the surf would make them less obvious. As I walked on the wet sand, I started coming up with some ideas for new stories. I didn't realize that there was more inspiration waiting for me on this trip.
***********
Around 11 pm, there was a knock at my door. I opened it to find Colleen standing there in a very tight, strapless red dress. Her black heels gave her small stature a little more height. Her body looked amazing in it. I gave her a quizzical look as I invited her inside.
"I overheard your room number when you put our drinks on your tab last night," she said, answering my question. "Contrary to what Tonya thought, I wasn't that drunk."
I offered her a drink and poured two glasses of bourbon for us. She looked around my room as she sipped from her glass. She seemed focused and I figured there was more to her visit than just a social call. She opened up the balcony sliding door and stepped out. I didn't say anything. I just watched. She came back inside and turned the lights off in the room. The only illumination coming from the television.
"I have been fucking horny all day," she said. "Between reading your stories and overhearing Tonya with her vibrator, I have been longing for some cock all day."
Stepping towards me, she pulled down her dress past her perfectly round breasts down to her waist. Taking my head into her hands, she pulled me down to her for a kiss. Her lips tasted of bourbon and seduction. Our tongues massaged each other furiously, as I helped push her dress down to the floor. No bra. No panties. Just a perfectly toned body for my eyes to take in. Stepping out of her dress, she pulled off my shirt and sat down on the bed. I watched as she slid my gym shorts down, revealing my thick eight-inch cock. She looked at me as she took it into her mouth.
Her lips wrapped around my shaft and she slowly took every bit of it into her mouth. The head of my cock was swollen as it emerged seconds later. My knees buckled after the amount of pressure that was built behind it, followed by an audible pop. I have had my share of blowjobs in the past. The one Colleen was giving me rivaled that of a pornstar. My cock was the hardest it had been in a long time and considering the fact her stepdaughter had given me a handjob earlier that afternoon, I was shocked that it achieved that level of erectness.
I didn't want this amazing blowjob to end and honestly, I would have been content to just blow my load in her mouth. However, she didn't come to my room to satisfy my needs. This was a woman who wanted a thick meaty cock inside of her to satiate her own horny desires. As her mouth moved back from my cock and her tongue gliding the length of my shaft, Colleen held my erect member in place and looked around the room.
"The hot tub looks fun," she said. "But, I've done that several times in the past. Eddie, I want you to fuck me on the balcony."
I watched as she stood up, her nude body illuminated by the glow of the television. Taking my hand, she pulled me up from the bed and we walked over to the sliding glass door of the balcony. She opened it up and we were greeted by the sounds of the ocean waves crashing below us and the humid, night air. Colleen stepped out and looked around. She saw the chaise lounge to the side and moved it to the center and she turned it around with the back against the railing as she did so.
"Sit down," she instructed.
I did as I was told and she straddled my face with her legs, pressing her wet slit to my mouth. I detected a hint of strawberries and vanilla as I began to lick and kiss her shaved pussy. My hands gripped her ass as she moved her hips against my head. I could hear the balcony vibrate behind me as she gripped the railing. Her moans were just audible enough to be heard over the waves below.
"Oh fuck," Colleen moaned. "Lick my pussy just like that!"
I obliged her request and continued to pleasure her pussy lips and clit with my tongue. Her movements became more aggressive; she was looking for that first orgasmic release. Her squeals of pleasure echoed on the balcony as she came. Her body rocked with the climax of her orgasm.
"Ahhhhh....YESSS!!!" she screamed.
We stayed in that position with her sitting on my face, her arms gripping the rail as she recovered. Colleen moved slowly back; her soaked pussy grazing my still hard cock as she did. Taking my cock in her hand, she began to jerk it. The technique she was using was very similar to Tonya's from earlier in the restaurant and I got the feeling Colleen may have taught her stepdaughter a thing or two about handjobs.
"Mmmmm...that looks ready for my horny pussy," Colleen said.
She stood up and I followed her lead. Leaning against the rail of the balcony, she wiggled her ass at me, inviting me to plunge my cock inside her warm, wet depths. Colleen was still wearing her high heels and her ass was perfectly level with my cock. Coming up from behind her, I grabbed her breasts and massaged them in my hands. My throbbing prick had little trouble penetrating her as I slid myself all the way inside her pussy.
"Oh fuck," she said. "Mmmmm....grab my titties as you fuck me."
I could hear the sound of my balls slapping against her as my cock fucked her pussy. Colleen leaned further down, holding onto the rail. I could see some people gathering on the beach below to watch us. There were some couples who appeared to be groping their significant others as they watched us fuck on the balcony above them.
"Do you see the audience we've attracted?" I asked, pausing for a moment with my cock still buried inside of her.
"Mmmmm...yes," she replied. "It's making me very horny."
If I'm being honest, it was turning me on as well. Aside from having people walk in on me having sex by accident, I had never had anyone watch. I pulled my hands back from her breasts and grabbed her by the waist. Slamming my cock into her, my rhythm became faster and harder. The pleasure Colleen was experiencing became evident by her increasing moans and screams.
"Oh fuck, Eddie," she said, between moans.