Court was out, and my case was over and done with. I couldn't have been any happier. My clients won, getting a huge settlement. And for myself, I was headed to white beaches, blue skies, and unlimited drinks. I started early; the stewardess brought me my first of many mimosas.

I settled into the window seat, put my head back and sighed. I couldn't remember the last time I took a vacation. At 33, that sounds a bit pathetic. I pushed off vacations, family time, all that, thinking I would wait till after I passed the bar. Then that came but so did needing a job to pay off college. Being the low person on the totem pole, I worked extra hard to rise up, putting in those long weeks, working weekends, cancelling on my family, and friends. I was set to make partner soon.

But this last case took over 8 months to finish, 90+ hours a week, and everything I had in me. I was close to burning out, so the bosses, the other three partners, booked me this vacation. I wasn't mad, in fact I was looking forward to this. They managed to bump my flight up to today, even had my reservation bumped up. The only thing was, I hadn't been able to pack any clothes.

I was informed that there were plenty of places at the resort I could buy them from. Again, on behalf of the company.
I was ecstatic.

I looked out over the clear blue sky and looked down. I could see water for miles, bright and beautiful greens and blues. I pushed my black hair back and sighed. My green eyes took it all in, and I couldn't wait for my toes to sink into the white sand, to run on the beach or walk along the water.

We were touching down when the man beside me stirred. His arm knocked into mine, my glass almost dropping.

"I'm sorry," he mumbled.

I hadn't answered him, just eyed him as he woke up. Not a bad looking man, his brown hair styled perfectly, his brown eyes shining with gold flakes. He was tall, even though he was sitting down. His arms sported tattoos, intricate designs along each one. His hands and arms sported cuts, and the ruggedness of a man who works outdoors.

I licked my lips, more out of habit than liking what I saw. He was an Adonis, a perfection of a man, sitting right by me. And this whole time, the 8-hour flight, I could have gotten to know him, maybe enough to invite him to my room one night, but I missed my chance. Damn.

"You look any harder, your eyes might fall out."

Maybe I didn't miss my chance. As soon as he opened his mouth, with those kissable lips, he had to ruin the moment.

"Maybe I was wondering why someone like you is an asshole." Stupid retort, but it was all I could think of at the moment.

"Now, now. You can't tell that by looking at a person," he chuckled. This ass was laughing at me.

"You are right. It didn't happen until you opened your mouth." The mouth that I kept drawing my eyes to. "It's a shame. Men are usually better off keeping their mouths shut." I moved past him and left the plane. His laughter followed me.

I quickly found my driver and proceeded to the car. The drive wasn't long, just a few miles away. Once we pulled up, the driver opened my door, and another man rushed to me.

"Hello, and welcome to Lush Spa and Resort. Follow me, Miss."

I walked close to the man with the mocha skin and a beautiful accent, one that I couldn't place. We went to the concierge desk, and he tipped his head to me before leaving. His uniform, a tank top and shorts, clung to his body, molding to his muscles.

"Hell, Miss," the woman interrupted my thoughts.

"Hi. Sorry about that." I blushed.

"It happens all the time." We shared a laugh and then she got down to business. I was all checked in, key card in hand, as I spied the asshole from the plane. Ignoring the butterflies in my stomach, I headed to the clothing store and bought some clothes: a few bathing suits, a couple of summer dresses, and 2 cocktail dresses. Shoes came next. Then I went up to my room.

I put everything away and took a bath. I set up a massage, and I wanted to wash off the day. I took the short and almost translucent robe, wrapping it around my still wet body. The knock was soft, but I heard it. At the door was a man, mocha skinned and bald. I allowed him entrance and walked behind him into the spacious living area.

I stood back while he set up his equipment, watching how his thick arms moved.

"Lie down," he commanded. "Take off the robe first."

Slowly, I shrugged the robe down, first catching on my hardened nipples before it puddled on the ground. He looked me up and down at a sluggish pace before his eyes caught mine. I shivered; goosebumps racked my arms. Finally finding my feet, my steps hurriedly propelled me towards the table. I lay prone, my back towards him as I let lose my arms.

He moved, soft footsteps on the hardwood flooring. I heard him in the little kitchen area before padding back to my side.

"I made you a drink. Whenever you get thirsty, let me know."

I could only nod. Warm gel touched my back before his hands touched me. He worked his fingers, getting into all the tight areas along my back. I couldn't help the moans that escaped my mouth, but he was working wonders on me. Enough wonders that I could feel myself getting wet.

I tried to think of other things, anything that wasn't the least bit sexual; however, when his hands went to the top of my ass, I was a goner. He skipped me there, instead going to my feet and legs. He rubbed them hard, eliciting more moans from me. His hands traveled further up and then stopped right below my ass cheeks. I wanted his hands to touch me more. To touch my intimate spots.

Hell, I squirmed around, trying to make his hands touch me. He chuckled, a low sound that told me he was teasing me. But finally, his hands went to my cheeks, kneading them both. I groaned, the sensations from his hands working me over. He used force, not enough that it hurt, but enough that it made my clit rub on the soft towel I lay upon.

I was so close, close to making a big mess, but he stopped. I cried out in frustration, wanting his hands back on me. I threw out all my inhibitions once his hands touched me. I wanted, no, needed more.

"Relax, love." His whispered breath was close to my ear. "We have all day."

I melted, puddling into a pool of sexual tensions. His hands were back on my cheeks. I felt more gel being squirted onto my cheeks, and with a deep breath, I waited. His hands massaged me, and then a few fingers slipped along my crack. It was an interesting feeling, one I had never experienced before.

I allowed it, wanting to see what he would do next. His fingers played between my crack, teasing my butt hole. My body responded to his touch, lifting up every time his finger rimmed me. Then, I felt pain. His finger, just one I think, moved into my hole, languidly playing with me. The pain left my body, turning into a pleasurable feeling.

Then another finger. He was working the two in and out, slowly playing with my body. I quivered, moaning into the towel. Never before had a man touched me there. And now I wondered why. Though the feeling was intrusive, now it was just pleasurable, a feeling I would want again.

He stretched my hole beyond what I thought I could take, adding in another finger. My moans picked up; my ass squeezed his fingers, my clit rubbing feverishly on the towel. He worked me over, and with a scream, I climaxed hard. His fingers kept moving, faster and faster, as I rode out my orgasm. I had gripped the table legs, holding on for dear life.

He pulled his fingers out, slowly one by one, and his breath touched my hole. I tensed, my mind wondering what he was doing. Then I knew. His tongue darted out, licking me from my slit to my back hole. He lavished attention to both holes, his tongue working them both as his hands pulled my cheeks apart.

Though it was an alien feeling, my body moved, rubbing myself all over his face. I could feel my body tensing up, this time with shivers running down my body. I knew I was close, so close I pushed my body closer to his lips, his tongue, and exploded into his mouth. His fingers were back in my asshole. His tongue plunged into me, turning my one orgasm into a second one, longer and harder.

My screams mixed with the lapping noises, bouncing around the room. He hadn't stopped; he licked me clean. Never having had orgasms like that before, my body lay there, spent and covered in a layer of sweat.

"Roll over. It's time to do your front."

I didn't register what exactly he said, but his hands rolled me over. I was panting, looking into the eyes of this gorgeous man, this man who took two orgasms from me quickly. The gel was being rubbed into my breasts, the overly sensitive buds. His big hands expertly massaged me, though he had trouble keeping all 36Ds in his hands.

He pinched and pulled my pink nipples, making them extremely hard. My breath hitched, and I wondered if he was going to make me orgasm by playing with them. His eyes, light brown, told me he had the same idea. I relaxed; our eyes locked on each other's, and he started being rougher with my tits. He pulled them, twisted them, pinched the nipples between his fingers. The harder he was with them, the more I liked it.

My next orgasm ripped through me, my cries blurting out nonsense from my mouth. My back kept arching, my pussy vibrating from so many orgasms. I knew he was going to finish the massage, and I was right: his hands reached for the gel. He squirted it along my legs, his expert hands rubbing me up and down, stopping just short of my pussy.

His slow tease was building me up, getting me there and then backing away. I wanted to groan, to demand him to finish me off, but I played along. Both legs and feet were done, his hands went to my small stomach. Again, he teased, rubbing down to my apex before stopping.

My breaths came out heavy, anticipating what he was going to do next. I figured he would rub my clit, his thick fingers stroking inside my wet heat. But I was wrong. He touched my clit, but it wasn't easy. He slapped it instead, light slaps, but still. It felt good.

Never had I had this happen, a man slapping my clit lightly with his hand. It was erotic and felt like heaven. I shut my eyes, lay back and let him work me over. It didn't take long, which surprised me, before I puddled into the table. My orgasm ripped me, my juices actually squirting out, coating not only his fingers but his bare chest also.

I felt ashamed, so damn embarrassed, and my hands covered my face. I could feel my hot cheeks, the heat of my embarrassment staining them red. However, my Adonis removed them from my face.

"That was the sexiest thing ever. Do not be ashamed." His hushed words comforted me. "We are almost done for today. Relax."

I did. I watched as he gathered the gel, this time into his hands. He rubbed them together before they went to my pussy.

I moaned, loudly and without shame. He softly slid his fingers around my lips, lightly playing around my slit. My legs shifted open, giving him more room to play. He took the que, his fingers disappearing in my cunt.

"Fuck," I mumbled. He added more fingers, totaling four altogether. My pussy was stretched as his fingers mastered a rhythm, bringing me to another climax. I held off as long as possible, wanting this feeling to stay with me. But at last, I couldn't.

"FUCK!" I screamed. "Fuck me harder," I demanded. "Right.... yes... oh my God!" Nothing coming from my mouth resembled a normal sentence. I didn't care, I shoved my pussy onto his hand, riding out my last orgasm. I felt my juices again drench him, and the towel beneath me. But I gave two shits about any of that.

He finger fucked me till I came down, then he slowly took them out. Picking me up, he laid me across my bed, pulled the sheet to my chin, and with a kiss on my forehead, he was gone.