I'm Sophie and a few months ago I went on a little Caribbean beach/surf vacation traveling solo. I stayed in a hostel that rented private rooms, so it was the best of both worlds: a very social atmosphere with the privacy of my own bedroom.

However, one issue arose. My hostel had a strict no-outside-guests policy. So I basically could only go to someone else’s place if we wanted to hook up. 

This town was full of tourists and hostels and bar. Super easy to meet new people any night of the week. One night, I go out with some of the girls from my hostel, and we’re popping around from place to place. We meet a big group of people who were out together and we all become friends. It’s Saturday night and we decided to go dancing. Every single person in the group is gorgeous. This is a big surf town, and it attracts really fit and fun people. I made an excellent choice with the destination. And being in a tropical country, it was pretty much appropriate to wear anything you wanted out to the bar. I was wearing a very short skirt and a lacey little bralette. The girls were all in strappy little get ups, and the guys all tall and muscular. Sophie’s paradise.

The place we are dancing is so crowded. Somehow, I manage to lose literally every single person I went there with. So now I’m a bit drunk and alone. Great. But, the other nice thing being in vacation town full of young, fit people is that pretty much everyone wants to hookup. I go the balcony of the bar we were at, and kinda just wander around looking lost.

Enter: tall blonde surfer, Trevor. From California obviously. Whatever comes to mind first when I say those words – that’s exactly what he looked like. He says something simple and dumb like “what’s up?” A little low effort but… who am I to complain. He’s hot.

If you want more of a physical description of me, check some of my other stories. The basics: I'm 31. 5' 4", 115lbs, 34 C, mixed ethnicity, exotic type of look. Long curly hair.

We’re leaning over the balcony, talking about life. I tell him about my recent breakup. He tells me about… surfing. I’ve been in the town a bit longer then he has. He says he likes EDM and Techno, and I tell him about a spot about 15 minutes away that is the techno spot in town. He didn’t know about it before, and suggests we go together. Off we go.

On the walk there, he’s getting closer and closer. Placing his hand on my lower back sporadically as we are walking. There’s nothing that excites me more than the build up of sexual tension that two strangers experience. When both people are generally aware of what might happen, but never 100%. And not sure exactly how, or exactly when, it will unfold. And when it unfolds, what will it be like? Will there be chemistry or will it fall flat? Who will take the lead?

Every flirtation with a stranger holds so much mystery; sexual and otherwise. Experiencing how someone reveals themself to you over the course of a night is each time a wholly unique experience. Something that can’t be recreated any other time, with anyone else. You may know each other for just one night, or much longer. And regardless, I think even just a one night stand can be a deeply intimate experience. But I digress.

We get to the next bar. We’re in Latin America but its very European. Everyone is fashionable and mysterious. Its tiny but there’s a DJ and small dance floor in the front. In the back, there’s people lounging and chatting on couches. We make our way to the bar. Our bodies increasingly closer in the crowded space. He buys me a drink. We walk to the edge of the dance floor and pause. 

He turns towards and leans down to kiss me. “I think you’re beautiful” he says. I smile up at him and kiss him again, taking the opportunity to feel some of his muscular torso underneath his shirt. 

We could have just made out, called it quits and rushed home to bang. But like I said, I like the build up. I also love to be out and have fun. We break apart and tune into the music, starting to dance a bit. 

We move closer to the DJ, snaking through the small crowd of people. He’s pressed up behind me, his hands around my hips as we start to dance together to the repetitive beat of the techno. I’m savoring the way his big hands feel on my body. They slowly started to explore. Snake down my body and test my response to his touch. As his hands explored, I pressed my body back against him, into his hands, subtly conveying that I found his touch pleasurable. 

We needed another drink. We went to the bar, ordered, and then asked if I wanted to get a bit of fresh air. We went out in front of the bar where there were some people lounging around smoking. We set our drinks down. I was leaning against a wall. We were flirting, talking about nothing, giggling.

At the first pause in the conversation, our eyes locked, and he leaned down to kiss me. More forcefully this time. Bringing his hand to the back of my head, pulling me further into this kiss. I wrapped my arms around him and pulled him closer into me as well. Everything happening around us melted away. 

He breaks away, looks down at me, and asks if we can go back to my place. His place is long walk away, and he’s staying in a dorm-style room with multiple people. I know my place is a little iffy about guests but I assume we can somehow talk our way in.

We walk a few minutes back to my hostel. Approach the gate and go in. The hostel security guard marches over to us, and asks Trevor if he was staying at this hostel. Trevor says yes. Security guard doesn’t buy it. Starts interrogating us, and finally tells us that only I can come in, not Trevor. Fuck.

We walk back right outside of the entrance. Pondering what to do. His place is too far. Mine not an option. Feels like being in high school again… He looks at me and asks “How far is the beach from your place? Super close. I say.

I grab his hand and we rush there. We sit down in the sand. It’s beautiful. So many stars, the waves, not a person in sight. Finally alone. We melt into each other, making out for the third time. The beach is romantic but… so, so sandy. We didn’t bring a towel or anything. 

His big hands run up and down the length of my legs. And then further up, taking one of my breasts into his hand, squeezing gently. I can’t get enough of his touch. I straddle him. Grinding my hips against his crotch. I can feel a bulge growing through his pants.

I look him in the eyes and say “I don’t think we can sex right here with all this sand. But I want to suck your cock.” He nods happily and leans back a little bit. 

I scoot down a bit so I am kneeling low, between his legs. I nuzzle my face into his pants, feeling the his hard cock straining against his pants. I’m excited. He’s hot and I want to worship his cock. Make him feel good. I want to be the reason he cums. I want to have the privilege of feeling him release in my mouth.

I unbutton and unzip his pants. Pull his cock free from inside of his boxers. It’s perfect. I start to stroke it. A little bit of precum is leaking out of his head. I lean forward, and stick out my tongue to lick up just the pre cum. I love it. And I love hearing him moan the first time my tongue brushes his cock. 

I start slow. Sensually dragging my tongue from the base to the head, and back down. Doing this multiple times, making away around the entire circumference. He leans his head back, enjoying it. 

Then, I finally take the entire tip of his throbbing hard cock into my mouth. He moans loader. “Yes, baby.” He says. “You love sucking that cock, don’t you?” I can only give a muffled, yet enthusiastic affirmative reply. I’m still holding back. Slowly working his cock in mouth, going deeper each time. I finally get all the way to the base and feel him hitting the back of my throat, I gag a tiny bit as I adjust to him.

He starts to push his hips up a little every time he hits the back of my throat. Trying to push himself in further back – moaning and encouraging me to keep going. Then, he takes one of his hands and grabs a fistful of my hair. He pulls tight, and he starts to forcefully pull my face up and down, as he uses his hips in unison to roughly shove his cock in and out of my mouth.

I let him take over. Relax my head and neck, and open my mouth wider as he starts to fuck my mouth. He’s had enough of my slow, teasing pace and wants more. There’s spit everywhere and my eyes are tearing up. I’m moaning and gagging all over him.

He praises me, telling me what a good little cock sucker I am. He says that he could tell I loved to suck cock from the moment he saw me. I love it. I love being told what a dirty little girl I am as I’m getting used.

At no point does he let up. He never gives me a break to breathe. He just keeps going, at some points I’m just choking as he continues shoving his cock in and out of my mouth. By the way, I have a very tiny mouth and the back of my throat feels extremely tight – or so I’ve been told.

I’m flinching and gagging but I never try to move away. I just keep my mouth open and accept what is happening. Meanwhile, getting wetter and wetter. 

After a while, he says “ooooh baby I’m going to cum.” His pace slows slightly but his strokes get even rougher. His grip in my hair tighter. He says “you better swallow every drop, ok? I don’t want any mess.” I reply “mhmmmm”. 

And then, I feel his warm cum shooting down the back of my throat. He shoves my head down and I feel his cock pulsating in my mouth as I struggle to keep up and swallow everything. There’s so much, and a tiny bit dribbles out of my mouth and down my chin onto his cock. When he finally lets me up for air, I take a breath before taking him in my mouth again to make sure I clean up everything up. He shudders, his cock super sensitive after cumming.

We both giggle a bit when we’re done. He tells me it was amazing. I tell him I was so glad to hear it. We cuddle a bit on the beach under the stars before he walks me back to my hostel. We say we want to see each other again.

Then, he asks: with his hostel so far away and the fact that its like 2am, do I have a bike or anything that he can borrow? I actually did have a bike I was using while I was there. I go get it and give it to him and he says we can coordinate picking it up the next day. We kiss goodbye.

I go back to my room and quickly hop in the shower to get all of the sand off of me. I hop in bed, grab my vibrator, and start to tease my clit, reliving what just happened. I increase the speed and slide it up and down my wet little slit. I start to cum hard as I imagine him using my little mouth to cum. I promptly fall asleep, happy.

The next day, I realize we forgot to exchange numbers! I walk all the way to his hostel, and my bike was locked outside with my lock, thankfully. I unlock it and leave a message for him at the front desk with my phone number. It felt cute and old fashioned. He texted me later that night….

XO Sophie