Real Stories – My Hot Summer Holiday Sex

The sun was just rising, brandishing flashes of sparkling luminous sunshine, rousing me from my deep sleep. I rose and as I did, I immediately caught site of my reflection in the mirror hanging opposite, and could see the deep bite mark on my neck, turned purple and red overnight. I smiled and stroked it appreciatively, moving directly to the coffee machine, eager for some caffeine to shake me from my morning haze.

Coffee made, the tendrils of delicious scented smoke rising from the porcelain mug, I decided to sit on my terrace, in the sunshine, the terrace was a beautiful little garden, with a private pool and hot tub, golden and purple lanterns sitting side by side along the poolside. Far out I could see the ocean, little boats settled upon it, swaying in the wind. There was no denying, the views were spectacular. I slipped my white and diamante bikini on, swinging my long tanned legs onto the sunbed and scooping my dark curls from my back. I had been staying in Turkey for two weeks now, on a business trip, settling some business with one of the banks we partnered with in London and as much as I loved the sun, there was something else much more enticing keeping me entertained.

Man and blonde woman kissing on a beach

A Hot Guy

I first noticed the dark-skinned gorgeous tattoo artist as I was walking through the markets, being temporarily distracted by the many hanging twinkling ornaments and beautiful shisha pipes on sale, I saw him standing outside his shop, leaning nonchalantly on the wall, wearing nothing but white shorts, which bought out his caramel skin, complete with amazing defined arms, broad shoulders and rippling biceps, my eyes ran to where his shorts hung low on his pelvis, the little trail of dark hair bringing my eyes down further, tantalising my thoughts.

Our eyes met then, and we stood fixated for a while. His brown eyes were dark, with unreadable depth to them and his lips curled into a warm, naughty smile and at that point I turned away, catching my breath in my throat, completely spellbound by him.

The next day, I headed to the market on purpose, unable to get his face and muscly body out of my mind, I had been haunted by visions of those strong hands touching me, holding me down on the bed and riding me until my head knocked wildly against the head board. As I lay on the beach, physically writhing in anticipation as the fantasies enveloped my mind, I realised I had to seize the opportunity.

The man was there, again. Standing outside the market place, with his chest first drawing my eyes, strong, muscly and perfectly defined. I started to walk towards him, unable to fight the urge any longer to speak to him. As I approached, he smiled, slowly, thoughtfully. We said a hello and he took my hand, the electricity frazzled between us as he brushed his lips against my hand and eyed me deeply, with dark chocolate eyes.

Couple in 20s kissing at the beach

Who Needs Words?

He spoke no English, so I asked for a henna tattoo on my pelvis in my broken Turkish and he took my hand and led me up to one of the rooms, closing the curtain behind him. I lay on the bed, while he got his paint and tools out. The sexual tension built between as he began working on the tattoo, pulling my skimpy white shorts low so he could perfect his design and looking up every now and then to look at me with intense iridescent chocolate brown eyes. We had barely exchanged one word but the electricity was palpable, my thighs started to ache as I could feel myself getting wet with desire, when he dipped his head low and began blowing on the tattoo, trying to dry the ink, which lay just above my pussy.

All of a sudden his lips were on mine, kissing me deeply, passionately, and his hands tore at my top, finding my nipples and playing with them hungrily. I moaned as his hands pushed my underwear aside and found my pussy hole, which was already wet, he dipped his fingers inside, while kissing me, making me succumb relentlessly to him.

He found my neck, pumping harder with his fingers and started to bite it relentlessly, making me moan, losing control and I began to bite at his full juicy lips, inspiring him to insert his fingers into my mouth, tasting of my own juice and make me lick them, then suck them until I choked. We could hear voices outside the curtain, other clients waiting for their tattoos and eyed each other, breathlessly before realising we couldn’t hold back anymore.

A Big Boy

He took off his shorts, releasing a very well-endowed penis and scooped me towards the edge of the bed in one movement, opening my legs wide, he widened my thighs further, spreading the juices across my legs and I groaned in anticipation as he teased with his large cock on my clitoris, sending chills all over my body.

Couple in passionate embrace

He slammed into me, filling me so deep I had to suppress a scream from my lips. He pumped in and out, hard and fast as we kissed, running our tongues over each other, breathless and gasping in ecstasy. He grabbed my face and sunk his teeth hard into my neck, as he worked his considerable erection into me, hitting me deep inside and causing me to come, easily, quickly as I relished the pain on my neck, the bite marks and the G-spot stimulation, I came long and hard, moaning in passion.

An Explosion

After he made me come, he quickened his pace, grinding himself so deep I had to keep biting my lip, mesmerised, saying words in Turkish, he moaned with pleasure as his sweat ran down his toned abs, he grabbed at my breasts and pinched the nipples, perspiration crawling between them. He was close to coming and took his cock out, just before grabbing my face and coming all over my lips and face, he let out a groan and grabbed my hair harder as his hot semen shot out into my mouth, covering my lips, chin and tongue. He groaned as it spurted all over me. I could taste him all over my mouth.

We could hear the people outside chattering amongst themselves in Turkish and dressed quietly, I grabbed a tissue and wiped his sticky mess from my face, pulled my shorts back on, the wetness still making my thighs slippery.

Our stolen moment of pleasure, where we barely spoke a word was so sexually arousing, I recall as I sit in my sunbed, absorbing the rays of sun on my already bronzed skin, rubbing my pussy as the memories make me want to come again, I eye my pool in front of me and imagine me and the tattoo artist – whose name I still don’t know – fucking in the pool against the wall, his hands pulling me up to the side naked, as he pushes his cock deep inside me again, branding me with bite-marks. Maybe, I think, allowing a smile to tickle my lips. Maybe.

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Martin Ward is a well respected editor and writer with over five years experience in the adult industry. After stints in the Escort Advertising call centre and on the escort forum, he moved into the site editor position around three years ago.

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