In the darkness, hands roamed her body. She didn't really wake up until her nightshirt was pulled up though. Rebecca tried to open her eyes, but she couldn't; she was paralyzed. She tried to bolt upright, to use her hands to pull her shirt down, to scream, but she couldn't do anything. Instead, she lay there as unfamiliar hands roamed her helpless body, groping her breasts and pinching her nipples. She couldn't even sigh or squirm as the sharp sensations assaulted her. She just endured them, breathing evenly as she was molested. Soon enough those hands started to drift down her body. It wasn't hard to guess where they were going and disgust surged inside of her as she redoubled her efforts to defend herself as she strained against her unresponsive body. That did nothing to stop her molester from pulling her panties aside and sliding something inside her though. She felt her lips stretch to accommodate the girth of the invader and she raged internally at the violation.
That was when she woke up panting, with her boyfriend halfway inside of her. "Jesus Christ, Cameron," she hissed, pushing him off of her before she curled up instinctively to protect herself. "What the fuck do you think you're doing."
"Well, I was trying to fulfill a certain fantasy of yours," he said, pulling back as he raised his hands in a mock gesture of surrender, "But clearly someone isn't in the mood."
Her head was starting to clear as her dream faded. Someone had been touching her hadn't they? She remembered something about unfamiliar hands, but now it was gone. It was just a nightmare. The only thing that had actually happened was that she'd just ruined her boyfriend's attempt to be sexy. She'd told him more than once in the last few months that she'd love to be woken up by being fucked, and apparently he'd decided that today was the day for that. Why this morning of all mornings though, she wondered.
She didn't say any of that - instead she lay there in silence, her glare towards her lover softening while she tried to figure out what she could possibly say. 'I thought that a stranger was molesting me while I slept beside you?' 'Before I woke up you were someone else?' She'd sound like a crazy person. "I had a nightmare," she said finally.
"It must have been an awfully sexy nightmare then," he answered, trying not to smile too much.
"Why do you say that?" Her confusion was obvious.
"Well, when I woke up you were moaning," he said, leaning forward until she was pinned beneath him and her eyes were only inches from his. "I thought you were masterbating honestly, but you were just having a sex dream, so I decided that it was the right morning to wake you up with my dick. So sue me."
"Just because I was moaning doesn't mean it was a sexy dream. Maybe I was in pain or in danger." she said, turning her head as she blushed hard. All she could remember from her dream was how much it scared her and turned her on, but the last thing she wanted to do was admit that.
"That might be true, but there's just one other small detail," he added, smirking.
"And what's that-- Ohhhhhhh," Rebecca moaned as without any warning at all he slid his cock almost all the way back inside her in a single thrust.
"You weren't just moaning," he gloated, bottoming out inside her, "You were soaked." He wasn't lying. She was far wetter than she usually was, even after he went down on her. Normally when they fucked Cameron had to be extra careful to start, because even though his cock was normal sized, her sex could be painfully tight at times. Now wasn't one of those times though, apparently.
"I told you," she said, holding back the moan trying to escape as he started fucking you, "I'm not in the mood right now."
"No," he asked, not bothering to stop his deliciously slow thrusts as he sawed in and out of her pussy just the way she liked, "Not even a little?"
"N-noo..." She gasped as her hips bucked back on their own to meet his thrusts. Rebecca bit her lip to try to keep the pleasure back, but all it did was make her look even more vulnerable to the man on top of her.
"Besides," he murmured, leaning down until his lips brushed her ear, "It would be a terrible waste of a condom if I stopped now. You wouldn't want that, would you?"
His words sent shivers down her spine, and her head immediately turned to the side to kiss him as the tempo of their sex increased. Rebecca wanted to be mad that he was ignoring her wishes. She wanted to be self conscious that they were having sex in a stranger's house, and that he might be able to hear the gentle creaking of the bed as Cameron pistoned in and out of her pussy. She wanted a lot of things, but at that moment she wanted nothing more than for her boyfriend to chase away the ghosts of her nightmares with an orgasm or two.
That's how they spent the next half an hour, finally rolling out of bed when the sun was just short of its zenith and the ancient oscillating fan was no longer keeping the heat of the day away. Only when the hot flesh of her partner became sticky instead of sexy did they finally drag themselves out of bed for a lukewarm shower.
"God I love fucking you," Cameron growled as he came up behind her, like that was some kind of compliment. He used his larger body to press her small tits against the shower wall while she was absorbed in the spray, while he groped her shamelessly.
"Hey," she chastised, pulling away from her lover, "The old guy letting us stay here probably spent the last hour jerking off to the sound of us fucking, let's at least give the him a little time to recover before round two, okay?"
Cameron didn't relent immediately, but his touching became less sexual, and more sensual as he soaped up her body. It was a compromise she could live with. Even though he could be a bit too eager sometimes, she did enjoy the feeling of his big strong hands on her. Plus, she thought, he had sprung for the trip, so she had to find some way to reward that behavior, and ever since he had seen the bikini's she'd brought along, he'd really only wanted one thing.
Eventually, between all the groping and the kissing, they managed to get dressed and leave the house though. On their way out she saw their host, Johann watering his plants, but they slipped out before he noticed they were there. Rebecca breathed a secret sigh or relief at that. Not just because he might have really heard them fucking, but because something she couldn't quite put her finger on about the guy gave her the creeps. He said he worked in Germany or Switzerland before he retired and moved here, but she couldn't be bothered to remember which. There was just something about him that put her on edge. He just seemed like a B movie bad guy. He had a thick accent, little beady eyes, and he sweated too much in the tropical heat. She wasn't going to let herself dwell on that though. They'd been in his house three nights now and he'd been a great host.
The hill towards Jaco, the small beach city they were staying in, was short and steep. The last couple times they'd followed this path, they took it all the way down to the beach, but today they were going to explore the town instead. The sand and the water had been incredible - perfect even, but if Rebecca tanned any more than she already had her fair skin would probably burst into flames. So, they were taking a break to do something else for a day or two until it was time for the jungle tour they'd booked. Today she dressed to avoid the tropical sun as much as possible, which was hard given the clothes she'd packed. She wore a crop top along with a particularly gauzy skirt and a floppy sun hat. The outfit made her look like a hippy or yoga teacher she thought, but her boyfriend seemed to like it.
When he'd suggested Costa Rica for spring break, Rebecca had been psyched. That enthusiasm had dampened only slightly when they'd discovered that because of high airfare they'd need to save some money by renting a room on airbnb instead of getting a whole place to themselves. They'd eventually settled on Johann's bungalow, a spacious but dated hilltop cottage with views of the sea and the town below. There was nothing wrong with it an interior decorator couldn't fix. If anything, it had been almost too good to be true. For twenty bucks a night they had somewhere to sleep between adventures. It even had a nice kitchen, not that they were going to use it. Half the reason to be on vacation was to taste something new, and every day they drifted between vendors and carts offering street tacos and skewers instead of cooking.
They'd spent the morning in bed, so they'd missed breakfast, and let the heat of the day pass in a cafe overlooking the ocean instead. Air conditioning wasn't really a thing here, so enjoying the sea breeze and the shop's ceiling fans were the next best thing. After things started to cool off, they trawled the local markets and the more touristy shops looking for souvenirs for everyone they'd left back home. It was a cute, relaxing day that passed quickly before ending in a dive to try some tamales that were wrapped in banana leaves and every tropical drink that had more than one umbrella on the menu.
They were delicious of course, but the tamales had nothing on the moonlit kisses they stole on the beach before heading back to their room. "You know babe," he teased as they walked up the hill holding hands, "We didn't have any dessert tonight."
"No?" she asked, slightly buzzed, "All that Guaro you had at the bar didn't count? It tasted sweet enough to me." Rebecca giggled slightly at her own joke. Guaro was a local drink made of cane liquor, and sweet was definitely the right word.
