She had been writing for a prominent newspaper and was feeling weary and war worn. Her story assignments had taken her to the edge of humanity as she would report on recent stabbings, domestic disputes gone murderous, and your occasional story of redemption involving a gang member finding salvation through some fledgling social program designed to employ and "civilize" its target population. She had little time for herself and no time for a sex life. She ached for respite and yearned for a release. She had truly earned her time off.
She sifted through several brochures that had come to her in the mail and found one that stood out. She picked this one, because its heading was in bold black and said, "Paradise Island - where troubles do not exist."
She thought to herself, "if I could just escape for a few days, I would be good."
So, she made the arrangements and headed for the Island. She would disappear for two weeks. She did not tell a soul where she was going.
The plane ride was smooth, and as they were in the air, her body just let go and started to relax. She smiled large and felt a warm rush of pleasure throughout her entire being. She had been given a drink a little while ago, and she now had the ice cube in her mouth and was sucking on it gently. She then let it go into the cup and felt herself blush. She pictured herself giving head to some lucky person. She felt her pussy getting wet. She was anticipating what was coming. She knew as soon as she got there, she would take a lovely shower and really sink into her two weeks of leisure.
As she stepped off the plane onto the Island, she felt free. She breathed in and out deeply and allowed the scent of gardenias and ocean air to cleanse her body through and through. A man came over to her to greet her and a few others who had joined their group. She had her own room, though, and she was eager to put her things away. She was the last person to be led to her suite. She tipped the man and closed the door behind her. She went over to one of the windows and opened it. She sat on the bed and took off her shoes. She had been wearing a short sleeved dress, so she unzipped it from the back and let it slip to the floor. She had not been wearing a bra, so her size B breasts were now exposed to that same sea air she had felt on her skin earlier. Her nipples were erect, and she was feeling warm and turned on. She placed her hand on one of her tits and then with her index finger started to rub one of her nipples so that she felt pulses of blood rushing through her cunt. She then placed her other hand inside her panties and grabbed hold of herself so she could feel the throbbing and pulsating. She opened her pussy lips up with her hand and found her swollen clit inside them. Her whole pussy was swollen, and she closed her eyes briefly and bit her lip. She knew she would come soon if she kept this up, so she stopped and headed for the shower.
She turned the shower on and let the water warm slowly. She then slid her panties off and climbed in. The water cascaded down her body as she found her clit again and started to rub it until she was about to come a second time. She paused again and then washed herself. It felt so good to be this turned on. She decided that she would finish her shower and change and then head out to the bar. She loved teasing herself like this, because she knew it would only motivate her more to find someone to get her off.
It was early in the evening, so she had plenty of time to find someone. She sat down and ordered a margarita and a steak. She waited until the man came back with bread and some appetizer, and as she looked up to say, "thank you" to him, she noticed another woman sitting at a table near hers. She smiled at her, and the woman came over to talk.
The other woman asked, "do you mind if I sit down?"
She said, "no, of course not."
The other woman said, "my name is Susan. What's yours?"
"Julia," she said.
"Are you here alone?"
"Yes."
Susan said she was on vacation for a couple of weeks and would love to do some things together. Julia said, "why not?" She then felt another rush of blood go through her, but this time she felt it in her breasts first, then it washed over her, and she could feel it in between her legs. Julia ate her steak and then the two women went back to her room.