The first experience of sex tourism

When I was going on vacation to Anapa, I didn’t even think about sex tourism. Honestly! Just because in the past years we had vacation together with the whole family - my husband and daughter. And in general I'm not too unfettered and used to realize my fantasy in cooking mostly.



And this time I was alone in the trip. I broke up with Zhenya a year ago, and remembering that was hard and unpleasant. He found someone else, and I stayed alone in tears and snots about nine months. And now - finally – a vacation! I had the money and desire, and Alenka stayed with my mom. It all came together...



The train was taking me to the South and I didn’t think of “something” extraordinary even in dreams. I was just travelling there by train. However, before going on vacation, I took some "precautions" by registering on the website (x-registar). I became a member of the program “safe sex for you and your partners”. Not that I seriously expected something, it had been done “just in case”. What if suddenly...



And that "suddenly" suddenly happened. We got acquainted at the pool. Of course, if you can call it acquaintance. I still don’t know his name. However, why would I want to know his name? It wasn't a romance in the truest sense of the word - it was something else...



After all, I was much hungry for a man if I followed him immediately, without any persuasion and talking... In my opinion, he didn't even wink to me. He just invited me with a nod. And as soon as we entered the room, I was docile following him in the rear - my top swimsuit appeared in the corner, and the brunet started powerfully kneading my chest.



After a moment the lower part of my swimsuit flew to the same corner, and standing at the wall I slid down to the floor. However, no one was going to love me right on the floor. I was shivering with excitement, and the stranger sharply lifted me up on my feet, rudely pushed the legs, and abruptly entered me...



And I wanted that so much, as I never did in the legal marriage even in dreams! It was like I had always dreamed to be had so rudely and silently. As soon as it was over, the guy wiped "the device" and walked out of the room. Almost breathless, with shaky legs I walked into the bathroom.



In the evening I got drunk. Whether from happiness, or surprise - I don't know... But when someone knocked on the door of my room a couple of hours later, I fearlessly opened the door. On the threshold there was a man. I think I saw him with my today's lover there at the pool. But I could hardly recognize through the alcoholic haze. The young man walked into the room, sat in the chair and beckoned me with a finger.



I locked the door and took off my robe.



Making love in the chair was very sweet. The most unusual poses were possible, some I had never even heard of. The penetration was complete and deepest. I could feel him somewhere very deep and bright in me. I wanted again and again.



My second lover was more gentle and caring than the first one. He was caressing me, constantly kissing and stroking the nipples, making me twine like a snake and moan sweetly. Bringing me to another orgasm, the man shot his load as well. Silently he stood up and left.



From that day and on, my life in the South had found a rhythm and even a certain mode. Until the evening I was like an ordinary person having a rest, and at six PM I was back in my room, taking a shower and waiting... Not too long... The First came to start – he was rough and powerful, with strong rhythmic movements and groping hands, and after some time the Second appeared - gentle and skillful. And I couldn’t decide which one I liked and wanted the best. Yet, a week before my departure, they both appeared on the threshold...



I was confused, but let them in. It was unforgettable, alluring and scary at the same time - feeling like a toy in men's hands! They literally tore me away from each other, and each loved me in his own way. And I didn't have time to move away from one kind of impressions when immediately I received other. Exhausted, jaded I was left alone only in the morning - just let their hands off and I fell down on the floor and either I fell asleep or just lost my consciousness. I woke up an hour later. I wanted to get up to go to the bathroom... no dice, my legs would not obey... I barely made it...



They never came again.



I was travelling home by train and going through every night with my lovers in my thoughts. Somewhere in the stomach I had a sinking feeling... And I was dying to go back there…



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