Dana Bumpett - Time out for sex!

"Yes, do it to me! Cum! Cum in me!" Dana whimpered.

"Ready…NOW!" Chuck bellowed.

The scorching floods of his cum triggered her right into another body-wracking climax, and she and Chuck howled and bucked together in a deliciously long mutual climax. She was more than happy now that she had let her boss seduce her. His fucking was every bit as good as his come-on. Better, she thought with a satisfied sigh. She finally rolled off of him, lying flat on her back, her legs spread, her chest rising and falling as she strove to control her breathing and her racing heartbeat.

"Mmmmm, that was terrific, Chuck," she said at last.

"I agree," he leered. "What do you say we have a drink and then do it again?"

"I say that's a fantastic idea," Dana grinned.

They were up so late making love that Chuck told Dana she could take the next day off as a reward. She slept in late, then rose, took a shower to wash all the dried cum from between her legs and face, then went for a long swim in the hotel pool before finally collapsing in one of the poolside chairs to catch some rays and relax. She was extremely conscious of the many glances cast her way by the appreciative men at the pool who took in her ripe, luscious figure clad only in a skimpy string bikini.

She didn't envy Chuck, who was forced into spending all day at the convention, but towards the afternoon, she began to miss him. That was because she was starting to feel horny again. Hornier than she had dreamed possible.

"Damn," she muttered softly, "what am I going to do?"

It wasn't as if she couldn't get a man if she wanted one. As she lay stretched out in her tiny black bikini, men were practically stumbling over her as they stared at her fantastic curves. But she still didn't like the idea of making it with a total stranger. She knew Chuck and trusted him, but she also knew he would not be free for fun and games till after dinner, and that was just too long

to have to wait. Especially when her pussy was so hot and swollen right now.

Then she remembered Ron. She still had his phone number in her purse. It might be a little early in the day to be calling him, but she suspected that he would be home. He didn't seem like the kind of guy who held down a nine to five job. She had a pretty good idea that he made a living by escorting older woman tourists. She walked over to a pay phone, smiling at the hot glances of the men around her, and dialed his number. Sure enough, he was home.

"Hi, Ron, it's Dana."

"Dana! How are you? I was hoping you would give me a call. What's up?"

"Oh, I was calling to see if you would like to get together again."

"Hey, I'd love to see you again, Dana," he told her. 'Tell you what, why don't you come on over? I've got a few hours to spare, and I think we can find a good way to use them up."

"I'm sure we can," she replied with a laugh. "What's the address?"

He gave her the address, and directions, telling her it was within walking distance. She hung up and started to head for her room to change out of her suit, then smiled wickedly at her reflection in the glass of a door and decided to just go on over the way she was. She slipped on her light beach jacket and sandals and left the hotel. Nobody even noticed. This wasn't the mid-West, where it seemed everyone went around formal and bundled up all the time. She was starting to enjoy the freedom of the islands. She found Ron's address, an older apartment building. His room was on the fifth floor.

"Hello, beautiful," he said with a grin as he let her in. "Good to see you again. How about a drink?"

'That would be nice, thanks."

His apartment was small, but it had a certain charm and class about it. It was furnished in rattan and a lot of cushions, and had a beautiful view of the beach. She could easily imagine him bringing some lonely, lusty tourist lady up here, seducing her, giving her a fucking like she hadn't had in a while, and then getting a nice tip for his pleasures.

Dana smiled to herself, wondering why that thought didn't bother her. A few days ago it would have, but no longer. He was making people happy, so where was the harm? She sat down on the rug, where it was nice and cool, and Ron brought her a delicious drink made with coconut milk.

She sipped it tentatively. "Mmmm, this is good. What is it?"

"Never mind," he replied with a grin. "It's designed to knock pretty ladies right on their asses."

"So you can take advantage of them, right?" she teased.

"You got it."

"I notice you aren't having one."

"Naw, " Ron replied. "I'm sticking with a beer."

He sat down beside her and put his arm around her, all quite naturally, and Dana leaned against him. He was wearing jeans and nothing else, and she rubbed against the smooth skin of his chest. She sensed there was no hurry to their lovemaking.

They exchanged a few kisses, darting their tongues in and out of each other's mouth as they slowly finished their drinks. All the while her pussy was getting hotter and moister, the lips swelling up almost painfully.

"Find any other guys yet?" Ron asked.

"Just my boss," Dana replied with a laugh. "But that was bound to happen."

"I suppose," he told her, giving her a squeeze, "but don't forget me."

"Oh, don't worry, Ron, I won't, you can be sure of that."

He set their drinks aside and eased her down on her back and began kissing her face and throat and the tops of her tits. Dana gave a lusty gurgle and slipped her hand into his crotch. His cock was already stiff and throbbing and she caressed it through his pants. She could feel molten juice starting to leak from her cunt, soaking into her bikini. Ron removed her top and tossed it aside.

"Ohhhh, Ron, yessss," she hissed as he sucked in one big cone-shaped nipple.

He drew the whole tender cone into his mouth and began lashing it with his hot wet tongue. Her nipple responded immediately, growing long and rigid between his lips and pulsating hotly. He sucked on it till she was moaning with excitement, then he release it and dove for the other one. Her tits were getting full and engorged with arousal as he noisily sucked on her nipples.

"Unnnnhhh, yeah, that's soooo good," she said with a sigh.

"Oh, this is just the beginning," he told her softly. "It's going to get a whole lot better.

"If that's a promise, I'm going to hold you to it," she said.

He began to kiss and lick his way downward from her tits to her belly button, to the top of her bikini panties. His tongue tickled under the waistband and left hot trails of spit.

Dana was writhing with lusty need now, her bikini crotch soaked with her helplessly leaking cunt juices. She couldn't think of anything but getting Ron's big, hard cock into her seemingly famished pussy.

Sure, she had fucked Chuck till almost dawn, but she was just as horny as ever less than twelve hours later. She began to think that the more she fucked, the more she needed to fuck. Nothing seemed to satisfy her for long, and it was as if no one man could do it all for her. She missed Chuck, but she knew Ron would do just fine for the moment. As he removed her bikini bottom, she raised her pert little ass to help him. She felt his hot breath fanning her copper bush.

He was on his hands and knees, crouching over her, his trim ass within reach. Dana squeezed it as he began tonguing between her thighs. She whimpered with excitement when his long, wet tongue snaked into her pussy and he scooped up some of her tangy cream. While he gobbled her juices, she tugged at his zipper and finally got his jeans open. She pulled them down to his knees, smiling when she was sure he wasn't wearing any shorts.

She felt hot saliva rush to her mouth as she ogled his nice stiff cock. The wrist-thick seven-incher was hugging his belly in a fierce hard-on, but she gently eased it down to within striking distance of her tongue. Hot bubbles of precum were oozing from the end of it and she drooled at the sight of them. She snaked out her little pink tongue and began lapping up his salty cock cream.