Ah, Ibiza! There is just something about this place. Sun, sex and good vibes fill the air (and potent doses of Dior Sauvage and Coco Chanel.) It’s like the rest of the world doesn’t exist when you’re here. Everybody just out for a good time. A hedonists paradise. Euphoria is probably the word of the day when it comes to describing it.

I was in Amnesia with my mate David, which for the uninitiated is one of the islands super clubs. An Ibiza institution. They host different themed parties every night throughout the summer and on this specific night the headline act was one I’d been dying to see for ages. This party wasn’t really David’s scene, but hey, I would be going to an event in a few days’ time that wasn’t my usual scene, and you can bet I wasn’t going to let a slightly different taste in music ruin a good time. 

A pair of French girls seemed to be in a similar predicament. The bigger girl was clearly just there for her friend, while Elodie, the petite one was getting right into it and having the time of her life. Elodie was cute, mid 20’s, she had curly hair tied up in a ponytail and a pair of dress shorts that really showed off the shape of her arse. We naturally gravitated towards each other and became acquainted throughout the night. Very acquainted! 

In fact, Elodie may have been one of the most passionate kissers I’ve had the pleasure of locking lips with. I think I was discovering the origins of the “French kiss.” She really was something else. The more the night went on with alcohol and the exhilaration from the music taking over, the more intense it all became. Lip biting, groping, skin on skin contact. The way she cupped my balls and massaged my bulge through my shorts as our tongues pushed against each other’s was driving me wild. We were really feeling each other and were making plans as to who’s hotel room we were going back to after the main act. 

Being so lost in the music (and Elodie’s tonsils) I failed to realise that David was becoming moodier as the night went on. He has been my mate forever, but despite being a full-grown man, he is still immature in some ways and if David isn’t having a good time, then no one can have a good time. I tried to offer him an out and tell him to head back to the hotel but deep down I knew he wouldn’t want to pay for the taxi alone. He was a bit frugal at times. Someone accidently banged into him and he almost started a fight in the middle of the dancefloor.

“Hey man you are so tense, maybe I help find you a pretty girl?” Elodie said to David giggling in her thick French accent.

“YOU CAN FUCK OFF AS WELL” he barked at her.

Au contraire mon frere!

“I think I’m going to go find my friend” Elodie said, obviously feeling uncomfortable.

It was his coup de grâce. The final blow to the night. I was soon heading for the exit. I hadn’t even had a chance to get Elodie’s WhatsApp. David was a yard behind. He knew I was pissed. Just before heading out of the club, I looked up at the balcony and seen Elodie waving and blowing a kiss through the air. It could have been a scene in a cheesy movie at the Cannes Film Festival. The One Who Got Away: Ibiza Edition. 

C’est la vie.

We arrived back at Ushuaia hotel (thankfully to our separate rooms), and I felt like a bull in a china shop. Only this shop had no china to smash. I had a serious case of blue balls. The testosterone was coursing through my veins and I couldn’t concentrate on anything other than sex. It was well into the night (morning), so it was looking like a DIY job. I never even got that far and must have crashed out.

I awoke to the sound of a deep, thumping tech-house bassline reverberating outside. That meant it was very late in the afternoon. Ushuaia hotel is shaped like a rectangle with a big central courtyard that turns into a daytime open-air music venue. The rooms look onto the stage giving the hotel guests some of the best views in the house. The warmup DJs had started and attendees from all over the island would slowly begin to filter in for the days huge event.

I opened my balcony doors, stepped outside and was smacked in the face with the blazing 33-degree heat. (That’s 90F in American!) My balls were still aching and the ‘morning’ wood was just about settling. If the universe was kind, Elodie would walk through those gates for la reunion.

“Oi oi, what’s happening darlin’? You all right?” a voice bellowed from the event space just below.

Not quite the French accent I was hoping for! This was the unmistakable, almost parodic East London accent of my ex, Sammie. 

“What’s your room number babe? I’ll come up and see ya.”

Sammie was my type to a tee. A gorgeous brunette that could pull off any look to suit her mood. Cute and pretty? No problem! Night out on the town? Smoking hot. She was ageing like a fine wine too.

Sammie left her group of friends and headed my way. I was under no illusion she had seen an opportunity here. It was €25 a drink on the floor and it would be absolutely packed to the rafters in an hour or two. Or… free booze in my room and watching the show from a private balcony? It was a no brainer for her. It had been nearly 6 years since I last seen her. We had both transitioned into our 30’s and likely changed a lot in that time. On another day such an unexpected encounter may have caught me off guard, but given my blue ball situation I was in full pursuit mode. 

Sammie came in and made herself right at home. She stripped down to her bikini right away. It wasn’t a sexual thing, more a British person struggling to cope in any kind of warm climate thing. We were comfortable in each other’s company and it was like we had never been apart. We were never on bad terms, just at different junctures in our lives all those years ago. She sat on my lap out on the balcony and noticed I was getting a semi. I straight up told her my situation and she used it as ammo to run her freshly manicured nails over the back of my head and tickle my neck, while resting her free hand on my crotch. Just enough to tease, just enough for plausible deniability. Sammie did love a cock tease.

Over the next couple of hours, we polished off a bottle of rum that I had bought the day prior, while watching the event take place out in front of us. We had a great chat, catching up and reminiscing. We had lots of good memories here in Ibiza, and had lots of fun ‘back in the day’. The more time went on the more touchy-feely we were getting.

As the sun was setting, the event space below was fully packed out and I found myself jamming on the balcony. I was in that glorious sweet spot of drunkenness where the world is just a little fuzzy and everything is amazing. This drink is amazing! This music is amazing! This hotel is amazing! Sammie’s banter is amazing! Sammie? Hold on a minute! Where was she? I turned around and looked into the room to see her with a drink from the mini bar in hand, dancing, pointing toward me motioning for me to join her. Now I am not tight or anything, but this was Ibiza. Every sip from that mini bar was a €100 euro sip.

Just as I had realised what was going on, a banger of a tune came on outside. Ah fuck it. I grabbed a beer from the mini bar and rushed back outside to join the party. Every time Sammie touched something in that room, another €100 bill went up in flames behind me, but what did it matter, we were having a great time.

After that tune I went back inside to see what Sammie was messing about with now. She had discovered the “Erotic Kit” on the cabinet that Ushuaia have in their rooms. I hadn’t checked the price list but her mischievous curiosity was no doubt about to make €200 disappear. 

I went up behind her and wrapped my arms around her. Half an excuse to be close to her, half to stop her running up my room tab anymore.

“What are you doinggg?” I said.

She was giggling as she pulled out a condom. “We never fucked using these. Put it on let me see what your willy looks like with it on.”

“I need to be hard first for that” I said, as I slowly kissed the back of her neck.

“Mmmm, feels like you’re half way there” she said as she rolled her head back allowing me easier access to her neck. “Will this help” she motioned to the packet of lube she had just picked out.

It was rhetorical. She had already ripped it open and pushed a hand inside my shorts to give my dick a few tugs while spreading some lube on it. I undone her bikini top to free her tits and she reciprocated by pushing my shorts down and letting my semi pop out. With that she dropped to her knees and took me in her mouth. Now this had been almost a full day I had been on edge and horny, so as soon as her warm, wet mouth wrapped around my dick, I was like a rock. I was a bit too eager and began thrusting back and forward, fucking her face.

Sammie reached for the condom and pushed me back to ease off the throat pounding she was now getting. She started rolling the condom down my dick, looking mesmerised. I was a little confused on multiple accounts. This obviously wasn’t her first rodeo so didn’t know what the big deal with seeing my dick in a condom was.

“I'm not on the pill anymore, so we need to use the condom.”

Good enough for me, not that any explanation was needed. I think she was just having fun with the novelty of the in room Erotic Kit too.

As I secured the condom on better she lay back on the bed while pulling her bikini bottoms off. They were barely at her ankles before I was standing at the end of the bed, between her legs, pushing inside her. I held on to her hips and pounded hard and fast. I think I took her by surprise with how turned on I was. The alcohol had done some work in numbing things down but I was never going to last long at this rate and I didn’t want nearly 18 hours of sexual tension to blow up in only a few minutes.

I knew Sammie loved having her ass eaten so I flipped her onto her stomach. Expectant, she arched up to give me the perfect angle. When I say I ate her ass I mean I ATE her ass. I buried my face in there like I was starving. Kissing, licking, tonguing. I left it all on the field. Her moans of pleasure only further encouraged me.

“Take that off and put it in my arse” Sammie moaned as she was reaching back, tugging at the tip of the condom. 

I used what was left of the lube and slowly eased my way inside her tight hole, working up to a purposeful thrust.

We had ended up twisted round on the bed facing the balcony door, which I had forgot was still wide open. All that was separating us from thousands of people outside was a thin layer of mesh curtain. Sammie reached under to play with her clit as I slid in and out of her ass. Everything all came together at once. A complete assault on the senses. I had a massive rush through my entire body. The sensation of being inside Sammie, the skin on skin contact as I pounded her, the thumping music from outside that almost drowned out her moans, and the thrill of what felt like risky sex. I started filling her up with cum and as she felt me pulsating inside her, she came to her own orgasm. The ultimate release that had been nearly a full day in the making. Complete euphoria!