My Vacation

Rating: R (sexual situation)
POV: Jean
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I stood against the concrete pillar and looked out over the ocean. The rough rocks in the newly poured concrete scraped against the tender skin on the underside of my arms and I shifted slightly, searching out a more comfortable position.

The post was one of many that lined the edge of the boardwalk that the city was refurbishing in an effort to update the beach to tourists. An outdated effort in my opinion, but it was nice nonetheless.

They were expanding the width of the boardwalk by ten feet and replacing all the posts and pipe barriers the kept non-sunbathing tourists and locals confined to the concrete.

They were also dredging new sand up from near the tunnel and transferring it to expand the shoreline. The campaign was run heavily on the local channels at the hotel I was staying at, and I could see the way the locals were unimpressed by the efforts by the way they turned their noses up at any of the memorabilia and posters lining the way.

I smiled to myself thinking they would surely appreciate it come summertime when there was an extra hundred feet of sand to enjoy.

I glanced out over the water and sighed lightly to myself. A full moon hung high in the air, beaming brightly down on the calm water. Soft hissing buzzed through the air as small waves lapped against the shore, this area certainly not known for its surfing.

Hushed whispers and soft laughter faded in and out of my hearing as couples passed where I stood, walking hand in hand enjoy the mild weather. A group of teenage boys ran past, shouting and laughing and I shook my head as they disappeared around the corner of the nearest hotel, looking for trouble no doubt.

I sighed again and looked back out over the water. I was on a much needed vacation and was actually enjoying the rest I was getting. A light spring breeze caught a few strands of my long red hair, blowing it away from my face as I thought about where I would go tomorrow.

I was still undecided if I should move on, heading south and stretching out my vacation a few days or going ahead to return back home. I was as anxious to return home as I was to stay away. I wanted to go back, but was enjoying my freedom too much.

No responsibilities and no worries.

I shifted my position again against the post and felt a sharp edge of a small pebble scrape across my skin. Wincing slightly, I shifted my arm away to a more comfortable position and leaned heavily against the pillar.

I felt my stomach scrap across the rough texture through my light spring dress and enjoyed the soft tickling of the fabric across my skin. My flesh seemed to be sensitive to any touch lately. I shrugged, figuring it had something to do with the beautiful weather and that I was actually relaxed more than I had been in a long time.

Another light breeze blew off the water and I shivered slightly, goose bumps rising on my arms swiftly traveling up along my shoulders and down my body. My nipples contracted painfully against the shivers and scraped against the inside of the new lace bra I had indulged in purchasing on a recent spree in a lingerie shop.

I rarely bought frivolous lacy undergarments because of my line of work, they just weren´t practical. But I had fallen in love with the gauzy fabric as I strolled through one of the local malls here and figured what the hell; I was on vacation why did I need practicality here?

Lilting laughter tickled my ears and I saw a man and woman, holding hands, settle on top of a blanket down on the sand just a few feet in front of me. I smiled as the woman tilted her face up and kissed the man passionately oblivious to her surroundings.

I rested my chin in my hand and tried to watch the couple as inauspiciously as possible. Their kiss grew deeper and the woman swiveled around so she was sitting in his lap, facing him. She made a few quick movements and my eyebrows flew up in surprise as her shoulder and arm began moving rhythmically up and down.

Certainly there was no shortness of boldness with this couple. I leaned forward in fascination against the post so that my chest rested against the top and settled my arms just in front of me. Popping the third button of my dress, I slid a finger casually along my breast as I watched.

I never considered myself a voyeur, but there was just something about the energy emitting from this couple that held me captivated. I felt a slight tugging between my legs as I watched her raise herself a few inches and settle back down with a sigh.

I scanned the boardwalk quickly on either side of me and saw the walkway suddenly barren, devoid of pedestrians all of a sudden where only moments before it seemed to be bustling with activity. A soft groan reached my ears and I turned my head to the couple again, shifting my hidden hands so I could slip another finger into my dress to slide along my chest.

I smiled as the woman raised her face to the sky, the moonlight illuminating her face so I saw her rapture. She moved slowly, their activities barely visible to someone just passing by. To a casual observer it would appear as if she were just sitting on his lap, enjoying the time they were spending together.

The tension between my legs began spreading and I decided it was long since time to leave this couple to their enjoyment and head back to my hotel room. I withdrew my hand and slipped the button closed and slid my hands along the top of the pole, bracing my hips against the side to push myself away. I became lost in my own world thinking of the long luxurious bath I would take once I returned to my room, and what I could do during the bath to rid myself of the tension throbbing now in my abdomen and between my legs.

I realized fixating myself on my problem between my legs was a mistake when I felt a pair of hands closed around my waist and I jumped, fighting to keep from screaming, not wanting to call attention to myself and my assailant just yet.

The hands slid around to my abdomen and slowly traveled up to cup my breasts. I found myself relaxing slightly despite the situation, my arousal evident from watching the couple.

A hard muscled body pressed behind me and molded my body against the course concrete of the post. I felt him lean forward and he slid his lips against my ear.

"I´m not going to hurt you." He whispered softly to me and I found myself relaxing more, inexplicably unconcerned.

He pushed his pelvis against me and I could feel a large bulge press against the curve of my butt. His fingers lightly squeezed my chest, fondling me through the thin cotton of my dress.

I focused my attention on the couple still in front of me as he slid a hand around to my back and shifted my hair to the side, laying his lips lightly on the back of my neck.

"Do you like watching?" he whispered against my skin, sending a shockwave of shivers coursing through my body.

I could do no more than nod deftly, suddenly unable to find my voice as he lowered his hand to my thigh and began gathering my dress up in the back. I was sure at any moment someone would pass by and see us, his hand brazenly fondling my breast and my hemline rising slowly in the back.

But I could no more stop him than I could halt my breathing. I found myself wanting this man suddenly, despite the unknown. The unfamiliar ness was shockingly and powerfully arousing. I leaned back, pressing myself against him, ready to open myself to his ministrations.

I continued to stare openly at the couple, and noticed she was now facing away from the man, but still moving slowly over him, their rhythmic movements becoming memorizing.

I gasped softly as a cool breeze fluttered over my now bare buttocks and heard the subtle hiss of a zipper lowering. He pressed up against me and I felt coarse hairs tickling against my bottom. He slid a hand around to cover my neck and pulled my head back towards him, resting it on his shoulder. He ran his tongue lightly over my earlobe and whispered to me again. "Keep watching them."

I continued to watch the couple and felt him slip a finger between my legs, carefully sliding my matching lace thong underwear to the side. I gritted my teeth as he carefully slid a finger into me and smiled at his soft gasp at finding me dripping. "You do like watching, don´t you?" I could hear the arousal in his voice and nodded my head, still unable to find my voice.

I whimpered slightly in protest as he withdrew his finger, but quickly found myself smiling as he guided himself to where his finger just vacated. He pushed slightly against me, and I found myself spreading my legs slightly and titling myself toward him to allow him better access.

I closed my eyes and moaned softly to myself as he slipped inside of me, burying himself in one smooth movement. He stayed unmoving for a few moments to allow myself to adjust to his breadth. He filled me to the breaking point yet I found myself craving more despite the intrusion.

Opening my eyes, I saw the man in front of me rest back on his elbows and I could clearly see the woman riding him. Her movements quickened and she began rising further and further over him, allowing me to watch him disappear into her.

My muscles surrounding the man behind me relaxed and I could feel him withdrawal slightly. I hissed, sharply inhaling my breath as he slid forward again. I realized he was taking his time and carefully trying to open me to him. I paused only for a moment to wonder why he would take the time but remembered his promise to not hurt me.

The woman dropped her dress, and my view of their intimate contact was suddenly cut off, but I still persisted in staring at them as she continued to ride him.

I reached out and grasped the post in front of me as the man behind me suddenly thrust his pelvis forward, spearing himself completely into me again. I ground myself against his abdomen and heard his sharp intake of breath at the unexpected movement.

I titled my pelvis back again to allow him even more access and watched as the woman threw her head back and moaned loudly, the slight but quick movements under her dress telling me she had just orgasmed.

I ran my tongue over my lips and ground myself harder against him, gasping in surprise and my muscles suddenly clenched violently around him as I orgasmed unexpectedly.

Opening my eyes again, I watched as the man under the woman sat up abruptly and captured her waist in his hands. He rested his forehead against her back, and began lifting her up and down over him with his hands.

Moaning softly, I began grinding my pelvis against the man behind me, my release like a drug and I wanted more. His hands settled around my waist and halted my movements. I whimpered softly again at the arresting of my movement, but quickly sighed in pleasure as he began rocking in and out of me.

I watched the man and woman on the sand and grinned as the man behind me began timing his movements to the other couple. I leaned forward over the post and tossed my head back, feeling my hair caress my lower waist.

The tension between my legs refreshed itself quickly as he picked up the pace, again matching it to the other couples. I watched as the woman leaned forward slightly, her voice rising slightly.

Unabashedly, I leaned as far forward as the post would allow and silently begged the man behind me to go faster.

As if hearing my thoughts, his pace quickened even more, his hips pistoning against me. A sharp cry reached our ears as the man and woman on the beach reached climax simultaneously.

Their mutual bliss fueled us and I felt as if every muscle in my body suddenly clenched and then violently released and I bit down on my lip harshly to keep from screaming.

The taste of quicksilver sprang fresh in my mouth as I felt him slam into me and hold himself there, the throbbing of his release pounding deep inside of me. I cried out softly as I orgasmed around him yet again, brought on this time simply by his release.

My muscles released and, gasping for air, I laid my head against the concrete and squeezed my eyes shut. I couldn´t believe what I had just done.

I whimpered softly at the sudden rush of cool air as he withdrew himself and dropped my dress, and instantly wanted him to return where he just vacated. I heard him zip his pants back up, and felt his hand clasp my neck.

Raising my head, I kept my eyes closed, not wanting this to end. He pulled me against his chest and pressed his lips against mine, the intimateness almost silly after the fact. Parting my lips, he slid his tongue between them and kissed me deeply.

I groaned softly, my arousal quite obvious; my need still not sated from the night's activities. I lifted one my hands to his shoulder and slowly slipped it around his neck, my fingers brushing through thick, coarse hair and pulled him closer to me.

He leaned his body against mine and pressed his pelvis against me. My eyes flew open in shock at the hardness the pushed against my thigh.

He pulled back from my face and smiled wickedly. "I´m not finished with you yet. Where´s your hotel?"

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I couldn't help but smile widely as we made our way to my hotel room. I was torn between pure lust for him with what had just happened and exasperation that he had found me.

Two thousand miles.

I always knew I couldn't put anything past Logan.

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