Hitting The Jackpot! - Sex Stories

Hitting The Jackpot!

“Bingo, bingo, big money bingo! What’s tonight?” “Bingo!” yelled the crowd of families and couples around the pool bar. “Oh Christ get me out of here!” muttered Julie from beneath her floppy sunhat. “I’m so bored!” “We picked the wrong hotel didn’t we?” sighed her friend. “The hotel’s gorgeous. It’s the resort that’s wrong.” “Hmm…it looked closer to Ayia Napa in the brochure, didn’t it?” “Yeah, and it looked lively. It certainly didn’t say it was a family resort.” “We should sue for false advertising. This place has more in common with Abergavenny than Ayia Napa!” Julie giggled. “Come on Cindy this is Cyprus; there must be single people out there somewhere, even in this resort.” Cindy sat up and stretched. “You’re right. There’re probably hundreds of eligible men out there. We just haven’t found them yet. Let’s get ourselves dolled-up and go hunting. I don’t know about you but I want sex tonight. I’m gagging for it!” “Me too,” nodded Julie. “I’m dying for some cock!” Julie and Cindy were colleagues, single and overworked. Both of them struggled to fit any sort of social life around their long working hours and holidays were a much valued opportunity to let their hair down and pursue men. Sexually starved and desperate to remedy that both women were out to make the most of the ten day break they’d secured in Cyprus - sex had to be on the addenda! Four days in, however, their dogged search had gone unrewarded. “ Please let me find a man tonight - I need sex!” groaned Julie as ...

... she shaved her legs and plucked her eyebrows. “A nice fat cock spurting over my tits!” mused Cindy from the bathtub. “Cindy!” “What? Don’t you like it on your tits? I do. I love the feel of it…all sticky and warm, and the look on their faces when they come…ooh, I love that.” “I prefer my men to come inside me,” said Julie thoughtfully. “I like them to shoot as deep as they can, preferably from behind me.” “Oh, nice!” Cindy agreed. Julie stared at her reflection in the bathroom mirror. “Doesn’t happen very often.” “Yeah, it’s been a while for me too,” sighed Cindy. “I haven’t had sex for a month.” “A month? I’ve had nothing for over a year .” “Seriously?” Julie nodded sadly, “I’m totally sex starved.” “Hmm, not quite totally ,” corrected her friend. She gave Julie a knowing nod, “I saw you fingering yourself last night - that counts as sex you know.” “Cindy!” gasped Julie, her face reddening. “You looked hot, especially when you came.” “Oh my God! Were you spying on me? “I heard you moaning so I peeped. You got me turned on actually. I went back to my room for a little play with my vibrator and …” “Cindy…stop right there!” gasped Julie. “What? You’re hot. I came really hard….” “Cindy… shush! You can’t talk about me like that , ” Julie giggled. She looked at her friend quizzically, “you brought a vibrator on holiday?” “Yes, why wouldn’t I? Don’t look at me like that - I happen to know you’ve got a whole arsenal of sex toys back at your flat.” “Yes, but I didn’t bring any of mine ...