Here I was alone in Jamaica on what was supposed to be a romantic vacation with my boyfriend Steven who had suddenly ditched me just two nights before our planned trip, after he had admitted that he had been seeing someone else. I was totally shocked.
I had intended it to be a surprise when I gave him his ticket several weeks ago for the one-week vacation and I really thought that he was pleased, he seemed so ecstatic. Like a fool I had paid for everything out of my own pocket including Stevens portion.
I had worked very hard and made sacrifices to save for this vacation and was told by the travel agency that I wouldn't get any refunds if I didn't go, as my reasons simply weren't covered by the insurance.
At 21 years old, the only boyfriend that I had ever had was Steven; we had been together since high school. Everyone thought that I was much younger as I was just a tiny waif of a girl at barely five feet tall and weighing just under 100 pounds with long blonde hair going down my back.
Until very recently I had even remained a virgin and before that I had usually pleased Steven by using my mouth, which he seemed to want more and more until it was every single night that we were together. I really got used to it and didn't mind him filling my mouth with his warm sticky cum juices if it kept us together but eventually I gave in to his whims for sexual intercourse because we already had tentative plans to marry.
I was far too embarrassed to tell anyone that the engagement of almost 2 years was suddenly off, so I just went ahead as if nothing had happened and now here I was in this ground floor unit of this fairly moderate Jamaican hotel.
At least I had the beach, almost just outside my window and the meals were all included so I would try and make the best of it with a few good books that I had bought, then spend ample time on the beach, sunbathing and reading.
I had cried on and off most of the first night but I did manage to get some sleep and after I had had breakfast I went to the local store and bought myself a big floppy sun hat and lots of suntan lotion.
Even on the second day I seemed to walk around in a fog, I couldn't have described whom I had seen or what anyone had said and I even found problems concentrating on a book. So I just covered myself in suntan oil, put up a shade umbrella and laid a towel out on the sand then made myself comfortable just 10 yards away from my patio door.
I stayed there until it was almost dark then I went inside my unit and showered. I decided to just dress lightly in shorts and a top, grab a little supper from the buffet and then I took a short stroll on the beach but kept an eye on my location by looking back at the lights from my hotel.
It was still very warm but pitch black when I returned apart from the illumination of the hotel lights and I cursed when I stubbed my toe on the small step below the patio door. I went inside and left the glass door open but the screen closed to get the breeze that seemed to be blowing in occasionally from the sea.
I sat on the bed and looked around the empty room then wondered why on earth I had put myself through all of this agony. Being alone at a time like this in my life was probably the worst thing I could have done. I started to cry again, then in a fit of rage I threw my shorts and top in the corner and hopped into bed in just my panties hoping that sleep would help me to forget.
I awoke sometime in the night in a fit of sheer panic as someone was tying my hands to the bedposts and someone else was tying a gag around my mouth while keeping my face pushed deeply into a pillow. I lashed out with my feet but to no avail as whoever it was then tied my feet to the bedposts at the bottom of the bed. Suddenly I realized that I was totally helpless.
A thick pillow or maybe a folded pillow was stuffed under my tummy, which raised my butt way up in the air. Then there was a quick ripping sound as my panties were torn and removed. With my head turned sideways I could see a figure but with only the moonlight flooding into the room I had no idea as to the persons identity.
I heard the drawers being opened and closed then the zipper on my luggage bag being opened and later closed. The bathroom light was switched on and I heard movement inside the bathroom, then the light went off and I heard someone padding around the bedroom.
Someone came close to my head and knelt on the bed, "Quiet little girl and you won't be hurt." A mans deep voice said in a thick Caribbean drawl. His big rough hand patted my shoulders in a calming manner then slowly rubbed down my back and stopped on top of my bare butt.
His hand slowly massaged my butt cheeks before his fingers slid down my crack but I also heard someone else in the room moving around. I don't know if you can be terrified and calm at the same time but I seemed to be just that. Whoever the person was that was rubbing me with his big hand he seemed to be keeping me calm, the fear of the unknown was keeping me terrified.
He must have been still knelt at my side because he didn't seem to be stretching his arm at all and suddenly he had his other hand under my breast. Slowly his thick finger penetrated and probed inside my vagina then stayed there and barely moved for what seemed like several minutes until he inserted another thick finger.
Again the fingers seemed to barely move until he raised his head close to mine and said: "Relax little girl, I won't hurt you." Then he removed his fingers and got up off the bed.
I felt the bed move a little as he took up a new location between my still very much tied wide-open legs. The high pillow was pushed a little further under my belly before I felt his flat hand rubbing around under the bottom of my pubic bone then either his thumb or thick finger slowly crept back inside my vagina. "Push backwards, little girl, push your tight little butt back and forth until I say that you can stop."
Terrified as I was, I did what he asked and suddenly his finger was riding and gliding inside my vagina, back and forth, back and forth, back and forth. His flat hand was slowly rubbing my pussy lips and my clit while I did what he asked and kept moving my butt back and forth. "Relax little girl and enjoy." The calming deep voice said as he allowed another finger to penetrate me deeply.
My mouth was parched as I moved my butt back and forth easier and easier. This was ridiculous but I wasn't quite as afraid and it was starting to feel kind of nice. "Move a little faster, little girl."
As soon as I started to move faster I knew that it was definitely nicer and I was confused that I should feel this way. I was getting stronger feelings from somewhere deep inside, my clit was getting inflamed, and my vagina was oozing. "Just a bit faster little girl, move yer tight little butt a bit faster. Back and forth, back and forth girl, that's it keep going."
Of course I did exactly as he said and his fingers were pounding into my wet vagina and my clit felt like it wanted me to scream. I was almost there, I was ridiculously close to orgasm but I was too ashamed to let it go.
