Weekend away with Stacy - Part 1 - Sex Stories

Weekend away with Stacy - Part 1

As Stacy walked the path from her private beach to her private bungalow, she couldn’t believe her luck. She didn’t recall entering the contest for a weekend vacation to Jamaica. At first she was stunned to read in the letter that it was only for one person. “This must be a joke or scam” she thought to herself. But just as the contest letter had said, two days later her airline tickets arrived by private messenger. While she had acted as if she were disappointed that no one would be accompanying her, secretly she was very excited for a weekend by herself. Her busy life doing for others left little time for herself, and for once not having extra money for someone to accompany her worked in her favor. She had expected she would be spending the weekend at a typical commercial resort, and that was fine with her. It was clear to Stacy that this weekend was going to be more than she could have imagined when the person meeting her at the airport was not a resort representative, but a limo driver that took her to the private bungalow and beach that would be her weekend home. The driver carried her bags to her room and explained how the concierge could get her anything she needed, but it would take him 20 minutes to deliver because of her seclusion. Despite the fully stocked kitchen, she should call if there was anything she wanted. All costs would be taken care of, including the beach side massage that was waiting for her. Walking back to her bungalow, her head was spinning. She ...

... couldn’t believe she was in paradise and all of her needs were taken care of. Well, almost all of them. During her massage she had become very aroused. The feeling of the masseuses hands all over her body had flipped her switch to ‘on’. At one point she had gotten so wet she was sure he would notice. The large bulge in his thin white cotton shorts didn’t help. She knew when she got back to her bungalow she would head straight for the bedroom and get her ‘friends’ out of her bag. She was glad she had packed them, but laughed to herself as she imagined calling the concierge for batteries. “The way I feel right now, I’m going to need lots of them this weekend” she said out loud. When the patio door was in site she picked up the pace, anxious for the relief of a long overdue orgasm, and accidentally dropped the towel that had been wrapped around her. She stopped herself from picking it up. “Fuck it, I’m alone anyway”. The feeling of freedom was amazing, and only made her juices flow more. By the time she entered the bungalow, they were running down her leg. As amazing as everything had been up to this point, it was nothing compared to what awaited her inside. Sitting at the kitchen table was her brother, Andrew. He looked at her beautiful naked body and smiled. “Hey sis”! She ran to him and gave him a long, deep kiss. “What are you doing here” she screamed with excitement after they broke their intimate embrace. “I arranged this” he said, reaching out to pull her close to him again. ...