Road Trip Part 3 - Sex Stories

Road Trip Part 3

Glistening water, waving palm trees and embracing winds. I found myself in a tropical paradise right at the crack of dawn. The hues of purples, oranges and yellows were making love in a sort of way I longed for. The way the peeking sun cracked out from the depths of the sea, seemingly bashful - yet pretentious. I took a deep breath of the salty wind and exhaled any worry I carried. I felt at peace. Standing up from the sandy shore, I dusted myself off and retreated back to my car. I made my way to the hotel and parked my car. I walked into the extravagant hotel and got the key to the suite that had been reserved for just over two weeks now. “Room 822,” my key card read. Top Floor, private balcony overlooking the large blue swimming pool complete with a Jacuzzi bar and right on the shore line. Inside was an indoor Jacuzzi, California king sized bed and an open bar. I took a quick shower and plopped my dead tired body on the pillow-top mattress and just melted in and fell asleep. … Opening my eyes from a well needed nap, I laid in bed for a couple of minutes flipping through the channels on the 55 inch flat screen that lightly rested on the wall directly in front of the bed. I then heard my stomach trying to reach out and take hold of me. It was begging me for substance. I turned off the television and heard my stomach again. Or at least, that's what I think it was. Walking to the other end of the room closer to the television, I heard it again. Only, the begging I heard ...

... wasn't a hunger for food. I heard clear as day when I put my ear to the wall that it was begging for cock. I swear it was. “OH GOD,” I heard “OH MY FUCKING GOD! YEAH! LICK MY PUSSY, YOU LITTLE BITCH. AND FUCK HIS ASS HARDER!!” What the hell? What exactly was going on in there? I mean, I had a pretty damn good idea. “Oh! Oh! OH! Ahh!!” I heard as she began squealing in pleasure. Sounds like I caught the tail end as I heard what seemed like several men (who knows how many) grunting slowly subside. It had me a bit aroused, I admit. But then I heard it again. Damn it, this time it was my tummy becoming angry with me. I jumped out of bed and a threw on my bubblegum pink bikini and went out to explore in hopes of finding something edible. As I left my room, someone was leaving the noisy room as well. He was tall with short auburn hair, fair skin, a prominent chin and a gorgeous smile. 'Oh, crap! His smile! He was smiling at me!' I thought to myself as I quickly looked down and away from him. “Hello there,” he said still grinning and flashing his incredibly white smile at me. “Uh, hi,” I said nervously. Why was I so nervous? Not like I've never seen a handsome devil like himself before. He knew. He must have known I had listened. How could he not? “I'm Jeff,” he said, “I'm the hotel masseur. If you need anything, you let me know.” He handed me a little blue card with his name and information on it. On it, it also read: "First one on me!” As he walked away, he turned to me and said, “Hope ...