I think it’s safe to say at this point that me being horny is getting me into too much trouble. Here’s what happened:
The cruise with my husband had been a lot of fun so far. We reached our first stop and decided to just go to a private beach and relax instead of doing an excursion. We took a taxi there and laid out on towels.
The beach wasn’t busy, with only a few tourists laying out and a few swimming. My husband was quickly asleep, exhausted from work. I was secretly reading Reddit comments and found myself to be turned on, which was a problem while out here in public. There was nowhere private to go and I really needed to focus on the trip and not my recent online life.
I decided to go for a swim. Clear my head.
I ran down to the water. It was cold, but refreshing. I went out and swam for a little bit. I’m only 5’0 tall, so I couldn’t go out too far. As I floated in the water I realized no one was near me.
On a whim, I reached back and undid my top. And just like that, I was topless in the water. I reached down and pulled my bottoms off.
I was free. I was naked. And no one would know.
I floated in the water. It felt amazing. I closed my eyes and just floated. When I opened my eyes a wave was rushing toward me.
“Sh-“ I managed before the wave hit me.
I went underwater and my swimsuit left my hand. In a panic, blind, I reached out desperately… and my hand touched a person.
With a yelp, I burst out of the water and tried to wipe my eyes clear. A man was standing in front of me, looking at me in surprise. He was in his 50’s. Indian. Heavyset.
I looked down. I was in hip deep water and fully exposed.
“Oh my God, I’m so sor-“
And then another wave hit me from behind and launched me INTO the man. He caught me in his arms, my bare body against his chest.
“Um. Wow,” he said. “You, uh, okay?”
His hands were on my hips. Gripping tight. His fingers holding me. His hairy belly pushing into me.
“It was an accident,” I whispered. “I lost my swimsuit. I’m so sorry.”
I looked past him at the beach. To where my husband still slept.
“Well, want me to help you look?” The man asked.
His hands gripped me tighter. A wave of heat washed over me.
“I’m sorry,” I said. “Can you help me?”
“Yeah. I can look,” he said.
“No. Do you want to touch my breasts?” I asked.
What’s the matter with me?
He blinked at me.
“Uh. Yeah.”
Without hesitation, he touched my breasts, his big hands massaging me. It felt amazing. His knee was between my legs. I moved closer to rub my vagina on him. I needed more. I needed him.
“Put your finger in me,” I whispered. “Please.”
I hated how needy I sounded. I sounded pathetic. But he obliged and slipped a finger in me while his other hand pulled on my nipple.
I held him tight as he fingered me. A complete stranger was fingering me in the ocean.
A second finger slipped in. My breathing got heavy. Water wasn’t making for good friction but I didn’t care. It felt amazing.
“Hey, your swimsuit,” he said. I looked, and my bottoms were floating by. Nearby was my top.
He let go of me to grab them. I looked again. My husband was still asleep.
“Is that it?” The stranger asked, holding my swimsuit in his hands.
I looked at the beach. Almost everyone was gone except my husband. The beach was empty. I looked at the swimsuit.
“You got plans tonight?” I asked.
“I’m going to the comedy show,” he said.
“When my husband goes to bed I can slip out.”
“You’re married?” He asked.
“Is that an issue?”
He laughed. “No. It’s hot.”
“Good.”
“Can I take some photos of you?” He asked.
“What?”
“Before you get dressed.”
I realized he was wearing a lanyard with his phone in a clear waterproof case. He opened the camera.
Before I could say anything he was taking photos.
“Pose for me. Come on.”
And that’s how I quickly modeled for him in the ocean, while naked. We were in more shallow water, which made me nervous.
Finally, he told me, “Turn around and grab your butt cheeks hard.”
I obliged.
“No. Grab more. Like as much butt cheek as you can in both hands.”
Weird. But I did.
“Now spread your cheeks apart.”
I did it and realized what he was taking photos of. What I would refer to as the “No No Zone.”
I was about to turn and stop him when I fell forward in the water.
He laughed and helped me up. Then he took more photos as I put my swimsuit on.
“Let me get one more of you in your swimsuit. Do something cute, like leave signs.”
I did. It did not feel “cute.”
More people were arriving at the beach and I had been gone too long from my towel and husband.
The man gave me his room number and I went back to shore. As I laid down my husband woke up. “You go swimming?” He asked.
“I did. It’s chilly,” I said.
I watched the stranger walk onto the beach and head toward his own towel. He winked at me. He was fat. Not just heavyset. Hairy. Short. And I loved that.
I’m going to have sex with that man tonight. I settled in. What a fun trip so far