Sins - Horny Appetites

HORNY APPETITES

9 DIRTY TALES

Nikki Sins

Copyright 2018 by Nikki Sins

DISCLAIMER: These stories are intended for a mature audience only! Contains explicit, graphic sex and language, including rough and aggressive sex, dirty talk, anal sex, alpha males, bdsm, lesbians, threesomes, femdom, romance and more. Not intended for individuals under the age of 18 or those with a weak constitution. All characters are 18 years old.

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She sat in the hammock on the Garden Island looking out at the Pacific Ocean. Kauai was her favorite island and Princeville was by far her favorite resort. She laid in her bikini letting the tradewinds slightly swing the hammock side to side. She was thinking about how badly she needed this vacation. Work had been crazy busy and her boyfriend had turned into a complete asshole so while the breakup was a good thing, they are always a pain in the ass.

Out of the corner of her eye, she spotted two very nice looking men throwing a football around on the beach. She adjusted so she could watch them behind her sunglasses. There is something damn sexy about a well-built man with no shirt on and shorts barely hanging on his hips. Both men were quite nice to look at but one was certainly more her type. He was taller, leaner and twice as tan. Every time he ran for the football after a throw that was too high, she admired his gorgeous shoulders and back. She found herself wanting to run her fingernails down them.

After a few minutes a beautiful girl came out and began talking with the guys. Bitch. She hugged the shorter guy, laughed and walked away. The guys discussed something and her dream guy was all of a sudden alone tossing the football in the air solo. She couldnt help but smile. At just the wrong moment, he looked over and caught her staring at him. She knew she was busted. It was too late to look away, so instead, she just smirked and nodded slightly in his direction. Soon he began walking toward her. She was hoping this vacation was about get even better.

His name was Matt. He was here to be the best man for his friends wedding. That would explain the beautiful girl who had done nothing to earn the bitch she had already labeled her as but sometimes just being beautiful is enough to earn daggers from other women. Matt was a construction worker which explained his fantastic tan physique. He had recently found his fianc in bed with someone else and wasnt overly thrilled about being here celebrating a wedding but he was too good of a friend to let that show. She liked him instantly.

After talking for a while, he looked at his watch. He had a rehearsal dinner to get ready for. He told her he hoped he would run into her again and trotted off back toward the rooms. She was disappointed that their meeting had ended with them both still wearing their bathing suits but with a little luck, sometime in the next 6 days they would run into one another again.

Shortly after the break up, she had upgraded to a suite thinking that if she was now going to Kauai solo, she would treat herself to a real vacation. First class, spa appointments, and a suite were the first calls she made after she stopped feeling sorry for herself that she had suffered yet another failed relationship. Now that the sun had set and she had finished her drink, she went back to her room and thought of Matt. She ran herself a bath and looked at herself in the mirror. She had a nice body still although she was fast approaching 30. Her breasts were full and her hips were wide. Her stomach wasnt quite that of a Victorias Secret model but it was close enough that she looked good in a business suit or string bikini. Besides, usually men didnt look past her breasts anyway.

She pulled on the string tied around her neck and looked at her large breasts in the mirror. They were as perfect as always. She reached up and touched them. She again began to think of Matt and imagined they were his hands that began to squeeze and rub her breasts. She could feel her bikini bottoms getting wet, so she pulled the strings on her hips and let the fabric fall to her feet. She looked at her trimmed pussy in the mirror and smiled. She was happy with her body although it was yearning for more. She slipped into the tub and began to pinch her nipples and run her other hand along her thighs. She wasnt quite worked up enough yet.

She let go of her breasts and ran her hands up and down her chest, stopping just below her stomach. She closed her eyes and tried to imagine Matt looking into her eyes and how much he would enjoy touching her this way. She rolled onto her stomach and moved her hands to her ass and began to rub her cheeks up and down. Her fingers started moving toward the center and she began to lightly rub circles on her asshole. She shivered in the tub. She then began to reach her other hand further down and began stroking between her legs. After a minute, she was ready for more.

She slipped her hand between her legs and gasped aloud as she found that sweet spot. She slipped her other hand in the same direction and began to work herself from both the inside and outside. Soon she was cumming all the while pretending it was Matts fingers working their magic instead of her own.

She figured Matt would be at the rehearsal dinner until at least 9pm but then the wedding party would likely return to the hotel bar. She sat a small table on the edge of the bar nearest the ocean so she could hear the waves crash while she drank her wine. The waiter had been a little surprised when she ordered the bottle of Silver Oak but he was smart enough not to comment and brought it out with a single glass. If all went well, she would be sharing the bottle soon enough but if for some reason shed miscalculated, shed at least have a decent buzz before going back to her room to pleasure herself yet again.

She had just poured the second glass when she heard them come in. It was a group of fifteen or so, mostly couples that were obviously family with Matt bringing up the rear. They sat at a large reserved table on the other side of the bar. She watched from just inside listening range as the situation unfolded. Matt clearly wasnt feeling as joyous as everyone else about the upcoming nuptials and he was nervously looking around the bar trying to avoid more questions about his missing fiance. It wasnt the time or place to get into the sordid details, so he had just told people she couldnt get the time off of work to join them.

Matt was looking around the bar trying to plan his escape when he noticed her. He smiled and raised his glass in her direction. She nodded slightly, barely moved her glass toward him and slowly took a sip of her red wine. He excused himself from the table and carried his drink over to her table.

This must be my lucky day, he said.

Must be, she replied.

He laughed and said, May I join you?

She nodded.

He pulled out the empty chair and sat down. Needed a whole bottle huh?

I find that the whole bottle is better, she replied. If I order a glass, its been open for who knows how long and its never as good. Quality is important to me. Things need to be just right for them to be worth putting in my mouth.

She again took a slow sip from her glass. She noticed Matt shift in his seat. Likely to hide the movement his groin was making due to that last comment.

Dont get me wrong, she continued. Im all for trying new things but I expect the best. No matter what. I dont want to waste my time. I enjoy things greatly, more than most women do, and I am not afraid of having more than most women can handle.

Matt shifted again, only this time it was him that took a drink. He downed his Jack and Coke and motioned to the waitress to bring him another one. Go on, he said after the waitress disappeared.

She knew that she had him but she wanted to be very clear about what she was expecting. I like the feeling that I get when I have what everyone else wishes they had the courage to go get. Look at all the women in this bar who right now dont have the courage or willingness to order exactly what they want. I know what I want and I ask for it. A bottle of Silver Oak might seem a bit much, but trust me, I can handle much more than that. However, I prefer to start the evening out slow, sultry, and then eventually I might hit it hard but only after taking it nice and slow for a while first. Only then, when the slow, sweet feelings turn to a burning need for more will I hit it harder and faster.