Temptation On Vacation Ch 02

"Hey, Wendy, sorry about last night. I was with a client and they wanted to go out, and I really need this deal and...and--"

"It's ok, I understand," I replied to my husband over the phone while I sat in my cabin.

"You sure? You're not mad?" he asked, surprised.

"No, I get it," I said, trying to hide any guilt in my voice as I stood in the cabin bedroom.

To be honest, I was mad at him. Yet, after what happened last night with Xander, I decided I should try to forgive him. It wasn't like I was little miss innocent. I had passionate, wild sex with a young, hot, black guy, and just thinking about it still made my whole body tingle. I yearned for his rough touch and to feel his big, black cock stretch me open again, but I tried to repress those thoughts. It felt too good to view it as a mistake, but I knew I shouldn't let it happen again.

"Phew, that's great, honey...because I have a bit of a favor to ask," he said slowly and carefully.

"What is it?" I said tensely, my eyes narrowing in annoyance before he even had a chance to continue.

"There's another client I was supposed to meet up with in a few weeks, but they asked if they could reschedule sooner. I made arrangements to fly out there tomorrow and I'll need to be on-site with them all next week to hammer out this deal," he said, subdued.

"Are you fucking serious?" I shot back hotly.

"Now hold on, listen, I--"

"No, this is bullshit and you know it! You were supposed to be home next week so we could celebrate our anniversary. Now you're going to miss it?" I said in a rage.

"Look, I'll make it up t--"

"Forget it. Do what you want, like you always do," I said, and hung up the phone before I threw it at the bed I was standing next to.

I couldn't believe him! We had been planning a nice anniversary night out for months. Well, more accurately, I had been planning something. He knew about those plans, knew how little we had seen each other recently, and he still put work first? It was unbelievable. Did he not care about me at all? How was he going to make it up to me? By building a fucking time machine?

Scoffing, I sat down on the bed while rubbing my face with my hands, trying to soothe myself. Feeling my long, red hair fall forward, I lifted my hands off my face and pulled my hair behind my ears before I crossed my arms in front of me. Instead of replaying the conversation over and over again in my head like I would normally do, I found myself thinking about what Xander was doing today instead. I had no intention of seeing him today, but I suddenly couldn't get him out of my mind.

Absentmindedly biting my lip, I started to imagine what he would look like topless on the beach; his dark, chocolate skin, his bulging muscles, and that charming smile of his. Unlike my stupid ass husband, I knew that Xander would want to spend time with me. He even said so himself last night that he hoped he would see me again today. Should I consider it?

Just like yesterday, my mind was in turmoil from conflicting thoughts and emotions. Yes, I was upset at my husband, but did that deserve cheating on him again? I mean, a random, wild, one-time hook-up was one thing, but doing it a second time was wrong. Really wrong. God, being with him felt incredible, though. Just thinking about him made me so horny that I even got myself off in the shower earlier this morning. If my husband wasn't willing to make time and satisfy me, wasn't it reasonable to get it elsewhere?

I couldn't believe I was actually considering seeing him again. Then again, I promised myself yesterday that I would start prioritizing my own needs, wants, and desires. I haven't felt this alive and happy in what felt like years. Didn't I deserve this? Although I don't even know if he wants to see me again. Was I just a fleeting fancy for him? Someone he could just brag about to his friends? Or did he really want me as bad as he said he did? I needed to know.

Standing up, I smoothed out my sundress and walked briskly to my front door. Stepping outside, I walked over to the path that went around the lake and turned in the direction of the beach. My heart was already beating hard in my chest, and I walked with a confidence that I rarely felt. Reaching the beach, my heart sank when I didn't see his group at the volleyball court where they often played. Undeterred, I decided to head to their campsite.

Walking further down the path, I remembered that they were at campsite 21. Briskly walking towards it, I kept a sharp eye out to see if I saw any of his friends walking around. Not seeing a soul, I started to get anxious about where he could be. My heart was fluttering in excitement and anticipation of possibly seeing him again. I felt like a college girl on the way to see her crush.

Reaching their campsite, I stepped off the path and walked towards their cabins. At first, I didn't see anyone, making my excitement turn into sadness. Walking a little closer, I finally saw someone, and my heart jumped up in my throat when I saw it was Xander! He was lying on the ground, which was why I didn't see him earlier. What was he doing? Approaching closer, I realized that he was doing push-ups. Oh god, he looked so fucking hot.

He was topless and wearing a pair of sweatpants, giving me an unobstructed view of his impressive upper body. His arms looked as thick as tree trunks, and I stared helplessly as his bulging arm muscles flexed with each rep he took. My eyes lingered on his broad, powerful shoulders before I marveled at how muscular his back looked. I don't know how many push-ups he was doing, but I was willing to watch him do a million of them.

Feeling my heart pound against my chest, I started to walk over to him before I even realized what I was doing. I had no idea what I was going to say to him, and all I knew was that I wanted to be closer to him. Once I got near, he must have seen me out of the corner of his eye, because he stopped and looked up at me. He gave me a wide smile, and I swore my heart felt like it had skipped a beat. He immediately got up and stood right in front of me. Looking up at him, I marveled at how tiny I felt compared to his incredible physique.

Placing his hands on his hips, he said, "Hey, Wendy, miss me already?"

"I...uhh...umm..." I stammered as I gazed at his body.

Shit, he looked even hotter than he did yesterday. His smooth, chocolate skin gleamed in the bright sun and my eyes kept bouncing around his torso. His powerful chest bulged out enticingly, and his flat stomach looked rock-hard with faint lines of his abs. My instincts were demanding that I throw myself against him, but I was able to resist my urges. For now, anyway.

"Damn baby girl, you looking fine as hell today," he said as he looked me up and down with lust in his eyes.

Blushing at his comment, I loved that he liked my dress. It was a floral wrap sundress that hugged my petite body and barely reached my mid-thigh. Since it was a wrap dress, it was held closed by a cloth belt that was tied to the side. Most notably, the dress had a deep v-neckline that showed off a fair amount of my perky C-cup breasts. I didn't bring a lot of different clothing options with me on this vacation getaway, so I didn't put much thought into what I put on today, but I was glad I chose this dress.

"Thanks," I said shyly. "I can't believe you're working out while on vacation."

"Hell yeah, I gotta keep my body in shape. Although I guess I could've skipped today since I got in a late night workout last night," he said with a charming grin.

My cheeks felt hot, and I knew I was blushing deeply when I heard him follow up, "So, you gonna tell me why you came all the way over here?"

"Oh, no...no reason, umm...just you know, taking my usual walk," I stammered out, wincing internally at how stupid I must have sounded.

"Is that right? Your normal walk takes you to our campsite?" he said in a teasing tone.

"That isn't...I mean, uhh--"

"Just admit it, you came to see me," he said matter-of-factly.

I awkwardly scoffed and blurted out, "No! I...was just coming--"

"I know, I know, to check me out, right?" he said before flashing a wide smile and moved even closer to me.

"No, to tell you that... last night...it was a moment of weakness. It shouldn't have happened, I'm sorry. I can't...I'm married and--and... it was wrong," I rambled, and I wasn't sure he believed me because I didn't truly believe myself.

Completely overshadowing me, he replied in a low voice, "Are you sure? Because I've been thinking about you nonstop."

My heart rate skyrocketed and I looked up at him and swallowed deeply before I asked, "Why? No, I mean, you can't...you shouldn't think about me."

"I can't help it. It's like your sexy ass body was perfectly built for me," he said in a low voice, his body so close to mine that I could smell his intoxicating scent.

"Stop it, Xander. You can't say things like--"

"The sex last night was the hottest fuck I've ever had. I couldn't get enough. Older women really are the best," he said with a charming smile, and I felt his hands grab my waist, pulling my body into his.

"I...I, god, Xander, I...," I practically whispered to him as I stared at him, mesmerized.

Pressing me tightly against his muscular body, he leaned down slightly and said, "You want it as much as I do, don't you?"

Staring at his lips, my whole body shuddered slightly. My brain was trying to tell me no, but my body yearned for his. I did want this. I remembered how I felt last night, and I desperately wanted to feel that way again. To be wanted, to be pleasured, to be fucked hard and senseless. I could feel my remaining willpower start to crumble.

"Yes," I responded, shocking myself at my honesty.

His lips lowered closer to mine, and I felt like I was in a trance when I heard him say, "What about your husband?"

"What husband?" I murmured, lost in a moment of intense desire.

He pressed his lips against mine and with a shudder, I kissed him back eagerly before sucking on his lips. A low moan rumbled in my throat as we kissed, and I melted into his embrace. Primal instincts had overtaken control of my body and I wanted to give myself over to this hot, strong, powerful man.

While we continued to kiss, I raised my hands to his bare chest and greedily squeezed his pecs, marveling at how hard they felt. My hands weren't the only ones busy exploring. His hand found the side knot of my dress and slowly started undoing it. Feeling my dress loosen around my body, I shuddered and squeezed his chest even harder. A few moments later, the knot came completely undone, and my dress fell open, exposing my underwear-clad body.

Without any hesitation, his hands gripped my bare, thin waist and sent a shiver of pleasure up and down my spine. His hands glided forward and squeezed my large, firm ass. Breaking our kiss, I leaned my head back and moaned deeply at his touch. He gave it a small smack before groping it even harder. His head leaned down and he started to suck on the sensitive skin of my neck, making me gasp. I was writhing in pleasure in front of him and my pussy already felt extremely wet.

We both heard some faint voices talking in the distance, and at the same time, we turned our heads in the direction it was coming from while we both froze. The voices seemed to be getting closer, and I started to panic. Oh my god! What was I doing? I was letting him undress me in the middle of the campsite! In full public view! I pulled my hands away from his body and tried to get free of his grasp so I could tie my dress again, but he held onto me firmly.

"C'mon, let's go," he said calmly, with a devilish smile.

Releasing my ass, he grabbed my hand and pulled me with him further into the campsite. My dress barely stayed on my body, clinging to my shoulders as it flowed in the breeze behind me. We briskly walked behind one of the cabins, out of sight from both the campsite and the path. He pressed my body up against the wooden exterior wall of the cabin while I tried to listen to see if the voices were coming closer, as I breathed heavily.

"Goddamn!" he exclaimed in a whisper.

I turned my head to look at him and saw him staring at my body. Looking down, I blushed deeply when I realized what he was looking at. I was wearing some of the skimpiest lacy underwear that I owned, and I completely forgot I had it on. I didn't pick this out because of Xander or anything, but because I was simply running out of clean underwear. I originally packed this for a romantic evening when I thought my husband was going with me, and I never took it out of my suitcase. I never thought that I would be wearing it for a hot young stud like him.

"Shh!" I hissed at him while placing a finger over his mouth.

Giving me a cocky smile, he suddenly pressed his hand against my pussy through my lacy g-string thong. I let out a soft moan before I covered my mouth with my hand and opened my eyes wide. What was he doing? This was too dangerous! Hearing the voices getting closer, I tried to pull his hand away, but I had better luck moving a brick wall.

The voices were definitely at the campsite now and I wondered if they were some of his friends I met last night. I couldn't make out anything they were saying because my heart was pounding so hard that it drowned out anything else. Seemingly ignoring the voices, he smiled at me and started to run his finger up and down my slit through the thong, causing juices to pour out of me and soak my thong. I stifled a moan that was about to escape my lips and felt my body shudder in pleasure.

"Stop it!" I said silently, mouthing the words to him after pulling my hand away from my mouth while I lustfully stared at him.

"Why?" he whispered back and I felt his hand slip underneath my thong and started to rub my bald pussy directly.

My eyes opened wide in shock, and my whole body trembled. Another low moan escaped my lips before I quickly returned my hand to cover my mouth. I couldn't believe this was happening! Was he trying to get us caught? With an arrogant smile, he continued to rub my incredibly wet pussy and I felt jolts of pleasure streaking across my body. The voices from earlier were now fairly loud, and I snapped my head to the side, wondering if they might appear around the corner any second.

Feeling my thong pulled to the side, I felt a hot breath pass over my pussy lips. Turning my head back, I was stunned when I looked down and saw Xander squatting in front of me, his face inches away from my pussy. I felt his tongue lick my slit and I felt a moan rumble in my throat before I covered my mouth with my other hand too, to make sure no sound leaked out. A powerful wave of pleasure swept over my body, and I leaned my head back as my legs shook.

No! What was he doing? Was he actually licking my pussy? It felt so dirty, but I couldn't deny how good it felt. No guy I had ever been with, including my husband, had ever tasted my pussy before! How could this be happening now? Outside? In public? We could be found at any moment and his mouth seemed glued to my pussy!

Even though I was worried about being caught, I became more worried about how my pussy tasted. Did he find it gross? Would he become disgusted and leave me here? Such thoughts were banished from my mind once I felt him suck on my pussy lips. I could feel even more of my juices pour out, and I squinched my eyes in pleasure. What was he doing to my body?

Squirming in pleasure, I lowered one hand and gripped his short hair tightly on his head. I should have been slapping him or pulling him away from me, but instead I found myself pushing his head closer against my pussy. My whole body was being flooded with ecstasy and it was making me a little delirious. This was so dangerous, but I wanted more.

His mouth released my pussy lips and I felt his tongue push inside me. This new sensation caused bombs of pleasure to burst inside my brain, and I groaned deeply. Fortunately, the voices outside erupted in laughter and appeared to perfectly mask it. I looked down my body at him and saw his face coated in my pussy juices. The sight of his black face pressed up against my pale and pink pussy sent shockwaves of pleasure throughout my body.

Feeling his tongue explore every nook and cranny of my pussy was making me feel incredibly hot. I could feel a glowing warmth deep inside me, and I knew he was making me slowly build up an orgasm. At this point, I didn't care about getting caught anymore. I didn't want him to stop. I wanted him to keep going and unleash it. All I wanted was the powerful release that only he was able to give me.

Ignoring the voices, I decided to fully give in to the moment. Feeling my nipples ache beneath my bra, I brought my hands to my chest and pulled down my lacy bra, exposing my breasts. Squeezing my boobs tightly, I bit my lip to stop myself from moaning. Flicking my hard, sensitive nipples with my thumbs made me open my mouth wide to moan, but I kept it contained in my throat. The orgasm I felt earlier was growing even more intense, and I knew it wouldn't be much longer.

Without realizing it at first, I started to grind my pussy against his face while I played with my breasts. Oh my god, I felt like such a slut! Here I was touching myself while he was eating my pussy! The added pleasure was so good that I didn't dare stop. Suddenly, I felt his tongue start to move around rapidly inside my pussy and it felt like a mini vibrator! My body tensed up before my legs began to quiver uncontrollably. Fuck, I had no idea it could feel this good!

Slamming my head back against the wooden wall behind me, I squirmed in pleasure as I started to pinch my sensitive nipples even harder. I was breathing hard, and I hoped no one could overhear. Feeling his tongue slip out of my pussy, I felt it brush up against my clit and my eyes opened wide as a lightning bolt of ecstasy struck my body. Lowering one of my hands, I gripped his short hair tightly again while I felt my entire body start to quiver. Holy shit!

An explosion of pleasure detonated inside me, and my whole body started to shake uncontrollably. The pleasure was so intense that I couldn't hold back my primal moan, but thankfully, my throat closed up from the intensity of the orgasm and silenced any noise. Every inch of my skin felt tingly and sensitive as the orgasm ripped through my body. My legs wobbled, and I struggled to remain standing while I pressed one of my hands against the wooden wall behind me in an attempt to keep myself from collapsing. Oh fuck, I felt so hot...too hot.

Just when I thought my strength was going to give out and I was going to collapse, my orgasm began to recede, and I felt like I had full control over my body again. My throat opened back up, but instead of moaning, I took some deep breaths while trying not to gasp loudly. My body still trembled periodically from the lingering jolts of pleasure, and I closed my eyes shut in satisfaction. Oh my god, I couldn't believe how good that felt! Every time he played with my body, he made me cum harder than I thought possible.

Opening my eyes, I saw him begin to stand up in front of me. His powerful, thick body soon loomed over me and I watched him breathlessly. Standing at his full height, I couldn't help but marvel at him. All I could think about was wanting him to dominate my small, pale body. I eventually noticed his whole mouth was covered in my pussy juices and I began to blush deeply while staring at him.

He had the look of someone who was about to fuck me right here and now, but we both suddenly heard someone call out, "Hey Xander, you in there?"

The voice broke the practically trance-like state I was in, and I became all too aware of how exposed I was outside. I started to panic slightly, but he simply smiled at me. Watching him smile was strangely calming, but it wasn't enough to make me fully comfortable with what we were doing outside.