Is vacation sex hotter for you

[Christobal]

What is it about being in a hotel that just makes sex hotter? It's not like I have fantasies in my head beforehand or write fantasies down about it.

It's not just me. Most of the women I have spent some a few dates with seem to lose most inhibitions in a hotel. Maybe it finally happens when you are particularly carefree being on vacation or just maybe being out of town.

I am thinking about three women I have had in my life in long term relationships. Not flings. We had sex a couple of thousand times. Maybe the sex is getting way to normal. Put us in a hotel and we would fuck like bunnies. The normally demur woman now wants to fuck against the glass of the window and doesn't care who sees.

Things she does in public.

She finds a revealing bathing suit. Tops that expose a lot of cleavage. Thighhighs that show when we are out.

She goes out with a short skirt. Nothing too obvious exactly. If she is not careful she falls out a bit. She is showing me but well if someone else finds her as sexy as I do she doesn't mind.

I don't ask her to do these things. She is playing me to turn me. I am kind of a slut that way. Maybe it's the woman I attract. Bless them.



Tell us if that happens to you

 

[tooday]

I love vacation sex! My wife and I went to Vegas a few years back,we stayed at Bally's and fucked several times a day while we were there.
She wore her bikini a lot around the hotel,we'd go down to the pool and there'd be so many hot guys and girls that we'd check out and fantasize about what we'd do with them. We didn't last long at the pool before we had to go up to the room and have some fun.
We also caught some burlesque shows which of course got us in the mood so back to the room after that since we were touching each other the whole show! It was great

 

[Christobal]

Oh Vegas. How could you not be horny. The place is just overstimulating. So much sin going on all around you. My nature is to join in. I am a couple of thousand miles away from home and no one I know will see me.

 

[tooday]

Oh Vegas. How could you not be horny. The place is just overstimulating. So much sin going on all around you. My nature is to join in. I am a couple of thousand miles away from home and no one I know will see me.

I know! We started getting turned on from the get go,we'd collect all of the escort cards the guys would hand out,so we had naked women in our pockets all day lol.
So much temptation it was amazing,we'll go back again someday and have some real fun

 

[Christobal]

I know! We started getting turned on from the get go,we'd collect all of the escort cards the guys would hand out,so we had naked women in our pockets all day lol.
So much temptation it was amazing,we'll go back again someday and have some real fun

Not to say there is anything wrong with getting horny in Las Vegas because by all means you should. What I was really wanting to ask about is just does anyone seem to just get horny/passion filled on vacation? Maybe you are at Disney World?

OK. When at Disney I know no one wants to see anything sexual in public as it should be. Including risque clothing.

Still I get horny in the room. Someone mentioned passion. Passion versus horny. Vacation makes me passionnant. The long slow sexy burn. I am just happy to be with you.

 

[suckonsimon]

Sure. Mostly about being relaxed, and being more openly flirty when in public. So we're set up to fuck. Hotels? Something about joining the chain of sexual exploits that have happened right there, some of them illicit, perhaps some of them more than two players. Cottage in the country? A pleasure to go for it in different rooms, try the old settee, farmhouse kitchen table, rug in front of the fire. Hey I'm past 60; but I find my refraction time is fractioned when I'm with my woman away!

 

[gtnlynn]

Vacations are times for my wife and me to live out some of our fantasies and be a bit more daring. We have lots of memories of great sex at those places away from home: hotels, lake houses, camping, aboard cruise ships....

 

[Imaverycuriousguy]

Yes it Is!

A couple of years ago my wife and I traveled out to California for my mother's 85th birthday. As we were leaving she quietly said to us, "Go back and have some wild hotel sex!" My wife was a bit taken back by her comments but I grinned......and yes we did!

Several nights ago toward the end of a 4000 mile road trip she had three big Margaritas back, to back, to back. I ate her to a loud orgasm in the hotel room and then she climbed on top and was out of control. Riding, grinding, squeezing and pinching her tits and moaning like crazy......wow....it was good and I was grinning thinking about the 1:30 AM sound show we put on for the folks in the next room.

Next morning I got up to shower and noticed a big hickey on my shoulder....I grinned again.....she hadn't done that in a long, long time....

 

[MilkFountain]

Vacation, escape, freedom!

By turn I have lived three years or more in each of several vacation destinations: Aspen, Colorado -- Cuzco, Perú -- Blackcomb Mountain and Whistler, British Columbia, Canada -- Punta del Este, Uruguay -- Banff, Älberta, Canada -- Paris, France . . . and others. I've noticed that women on vacation are not only overwhelmed by their one absolutely secure moment of anonymous freedom, but have looked forward to it, thought about it for months, planned for it, and from the moment they arrive, are already in 3rd gear and accelerating.

From the first day she's ready. She's eager but not desperate, expectant and ready. Even married women accompanied by their husbands. . . .

On the 55-minute flight from Lima, Perú, to Cuzco, I met and hit it off with a couple in their late 20s, traveling with their three-week-old baby. I was returning from a shopping trip in Lima, having lived in Cuzco, the capital of the Inca Empire, for nearly 4 years. I promised to show them around. On their first night in town we dined together at a restaurant I loved. Afterward we each had a couple of the famous Peruvian pisco sours in their hotel's bar, and planned on having breakfast together the next morning at a place I knew high above the valley, with a view of all Cuzco and the Inca ruins, Saqsaywaman.

But in the morning the young mother showed up at my hotel alone. Her husband had altitude sickness and had decided to stay in bed until it passed. She tapped at my door, her baby, she explained, sleeping with her husband. She was shy, unsure where to sit, where to look. Everywhere but me. I asked if she could still have breakfast with me. I suggested I have coca tea brought to the room. We chatted -- she curious, I the all-knowing local.

She wore a ski parka against the thirteen-thousand-foot-high mountain chill. Tea and croissants came and we chatted on. The rising sun streaming in from the the third floor balcony French windows burnt away the cold. The tea from the thermos was hot and my guest didn't seem to be in a hurry to move on.

I stood, walked behind her and gently took hold of either side of her parka's zipper, conscious that I'd avoided the swell beneath. Through the dawn she had often pulled the parka close, making me realize she felt the cold more than I. But as I pulled it up and away, she seemed to stop breathing. Her self-consciousness made me realize that the cold might not have been the only reason for her keeping the parka on into the heat of the day. She didn't resist my taking the coat from her, but I saw that she was as aware as I was as to the effect.

Beneath the parka she wore an insulating pullover, perhaps designed to be worn under a heavy sweater. It was silky-gum thin. It fit closely, one of those space-program-developed, fluidly molding fabrics that skiers favor.

In the brief moment I glanced down, I saw the jut of both nipples, dark beneath the moist fabric. The material of her underwear, absorbent and comfortable, had become transparent. And now it stuck to her where her milk had flowed. She turned her face up to me, and her eyes drew mine up from her breasts. She let me see her doubtful-but-expectant vulnerability. It shone. I couldn't take my eyes away. No man could have ignored her look of fear and invitation. I kissed her.

Just before our lips met and as I closed my eyes, her arms opened, and she raised her mouth to meet mine. She was eager. My arms surrounded her, one beneath her knees, the other across her back, the hand slipping under her bottom as straining her whole body to reach me raised that hip. I lifted her, sat where she had been, and drew her down onto my lap.

I kissed her mouth, under her chin and then downward the length of her throat, her collarbone, the softness as her breasts rose to me, and buried my entire face, always moving, between them and finally closed my mouth over a nipple. When I sucked it through the fabric, now seeming more like mesh than a solid cover, milk filled my mouth. "Softly," she said. Without releasing her nipple, I tugged the pullover free from her jeans, caught the hem, and pulled it straight up to her neck. Not breaking our kiss either, she took the hem from me and pulled it up between our lips and over he head, dropping it to the floor as our lips rejoined.

Later, she quickly said, her words running all together, that she had seen the want in my eyes as we sat in the plane, had thought about it all through dinner the night before, over and over had looked to find my eyes to reassure herself of what she had thought she'd seen, and in the night, lying beside her husband, who could not take a deep breath, had thought of me. She said her milk, had come, her baby on smelling it had cried, and she'd fed him at that unusual hour in his feeding schedule, and again an hour before she risen to shower before coming to me, and so had arrived with breasts already replenishing, and even faster after she'd come into my apartment, feeling my eyes on her and wondering if she should take off her parka.

When I reached for the first button on her jeans, she said she was still a little sore from giving birth. I kissed the tightly jean-covered cleft where her legs met body, finished unbuttoning her, pulled the jeans and her panties down, and then away from her feet, and then, raising her legs to rest on my shoulders, kissed my way, taking my time on the insides of her thighs, from one side to the other, from her knees to the fragrance between her legs. In moments she had a spastic, seismically body shaking orgasm, gushing into my mouth and over all my face, neck and chest.

Later, when she let me return to her breasts, we lay a long time like that. She suckled me, let my mouth return between her legs, and told me, as I burrowed, that her vacation could not be any better.

 

[screwher]

For our sex life, vacation sex was one of the best things that ever happened to my wife and I. And I wasn't even there. While on holiday visiting relatives my wife met another man. An attraction developed and she said "what the hell " and had sex with him. She confessed her tryst and that soon opened up our relationship. We have a semi open marriage where she has sex with other men.

I'm hoping this makes our next vacation together even hotter. Something involving my wife, a strange man ( or men) and lots of hotel sex.

 

[live4thebj]

IMHO the reason vacation sex is better/hotter is because you are relaxed. Sex is best when there are no stresses around you or in you.

 

[soccermomnympho]

I think I'm a bit more free on vacation. More relaxed, and living under the assumption I'll never see anyone around me again, so I don't mind showing off a little more.

 

[mikendel]

We are open to sexually experiences all the time. It does increase when we are on vacation or just out of town for the day. Our own sex and also us sharing me is hotter on vacation. Sending a guy home with a great sex story turns me on.

 

[Nekidinaz]

Vacation sex...

Yes, I do think "vacation sex" is hotter and more exciting than normal if only because of the change in environment.

I think sex outside of what's considered the normal sexual environment, i.e. the bedroom, adds an element of newness to sex that adds an element of excitement that may be missing in the normal "sex as usual" circumstances.

I love being sexual outdoors because it feels exciting and adventurous...it's always fun! Same with when we're camping or hoteling it or even just out hiking....it's always fun and erotic to be sexual and way more fun than at home in the 'ol bedroom... We've even had to pull the car over when on a road trip somewhere because we were fooling around and had to stop the car and make love...that's been extremely exciting and a lot like 'vacation sex'....anyhow, it is fun to be sexual most anywhere new, don't ya think?

 

[crashD]

i get hard as soon as i step onto the hotel elevator...

 

[Hornblende]

i get hard as soon as i step onto the hotel elevator...

Perhaps you're pressing the right button...

 

[Christobal]

Hotels. Vacations.

I want to do real bad sexy things with you.

I don't know why it happens but I am really glad it happens. We all let go.

 

[kingkoll]

I think I'm a bit more free on vacation. More relaxed, and living under the assumption I'll never see anyone around me again, so I don't mind showing off a little more.

time i take you out on a nice long vacation

 

[crashD]

Perhaps you're pressing the right button...

nice!!! someone has the right button, that is for sure..

 

[Joeknoxville]

Definitely. Especially on a cruise ship, meeting another couple who you most likely will never see again, getting to know them and then getting intimate with them.

 

[Christobal]

Definitely. Especially on a cruise ship, meeting another couple who you most likely will never see again, getting to know them and then getting intimate with them.

Cruise ships. Well just plain yes.