Separated from boyfriend on vacation

[LindyWong]

A woman on vacation for the first time with her college boyfriend. After a long day they go to a bar but get separated and soon she is being offered help from a friendly ???

What country/city/location do they visit. who offers to help the woman, where does the night lead, and will stay faithful or give in to temptation?

 

[Rob_Royale]

and will stay faithful or give in to temptation?

it might be interesting to write two stories.
They are on a wilderness hike in some place they are generally unfamiliar with. They wander into an area frequented by a group of nudists, having a return to nature. It's all very free love and sex in the open and the couple are astounded by their freedom. The group invite them to a party and they accept. The shed their inhibitions and enjoy being nude. The two stories are identical to this point.

Then,
In one story, they are voyeurs and eventually exhibitionists, but keep entirely to themselves. They enjoy watching others, and enjoy each other in so doing, but that's as far as it goes.
In the second story, they decide that what happens here, stays here. They both join the others in wild sexual abandon, enjoying each other and everyone else too.
One story for the E&V category, the other in Group or LW.

 

[screwher]

The young lady in question is on holiday in Mexico. They’re staying in a hotel resort. The second night they hit the hotel nightclub. At some point, she loses track of him. She eventually decides to call it and heads to their room. Maybe he went up to the room for whatever reason and never made it back to the club. At the door she struggles a bit opening the door. At that point, the occupant in the neighbouring room is getting back. He’s a handsome man, mid 30s. Hewas suppose to be here with his wife. But their marriage fell apart after plans were made. So he decided to go without her.

As he’s helping her with her key, they begin to chat. Even after he opened the door, they continued to talk. Then flirt. He asks her to his room for a drink. “My boyfriend isn’t back yet so why not.” In his room things move quick. Soon they’re naked on his bed and screwing in multiple positions.

 

[georgerb]

Hmmm...college age characters from your premise. To escape the spring break boredom, assume the main two head to the east coast of central Florida for the Xmas holiday. She flies down and will drive back with him. They haven't had sex yet, only been steadily seeing one another since school started. She checks in at their hotel, while awaiting her BF to arrive. He is delayed by a major accident and then mechanical problems with his car. She is sitting in the bar silently thinking she should have rode with him, but her break was longer than his and needed the extra relaxation. While in the bar she meets a young Asian girl who has reservation problems that are trying to be resolved. They hit it off in more ways than one, even when her BF shows up the next day....

 

[MikeXIrons]

The young lady in question is on holiday in Mexico. They’re staying in a hotel resort. The second night they hit the hotel nightclub. At some point, she loses track of him. She eventually decides to call it and heads to their room. Maybe he went up to the room for whatever reason and never made it back to the club. At the door she struggles a bit opening the door. At that point, the occupant in the neighbouring room is getting back. He’s a handsome man, mid 30s. Hewas suppose to be here with his wife. But their marriage fell apart after plans were made. So he decided to go without her.

As he’s helping her with her key, they begin to chat. Even after he opened the door, they continued to talk. Then flirt. He asks her to his room for a drink. “My boyfriend isn’t back yet so why not.” In his room things move quick. Soon they’re naked on his bed and screwing in multiple positions.

...and the boyfriend returns to their room in time to hear them having sex through the thin walls. It sounds hot and he can't help but masteruate.

She returns late. Before she can explain where she's been, he pulls her into bed, telling her how horny he's been all night listening to the guy next door fuck the shit out of some hot babe. While they have sex, she asks him what he heard and what turned him on. He says part of what turned him on is that it sounded a little like her... only a lot sluttier.

"You like the idea of me being sluttier?"

 

[MikeXIrons]

A woman on vacation for the first time with her college boyfriend. After a long day they go to a bar but get separated and soon she is being offered help from a friendly ???

What country/city/location do they visit. who offers to help the woman, where does the night lead, and will stay faithful or give in to temptation?

They are in a country that speaks a different language. They've made their way with ease through the local countryside, away from the tourist places where English is spoken, because the boyfriend is fluent.

But, now she's separated from him. She tries to describe the place she and her boyfriend were headed later that night to meet friends... maybe that's where the boyfriend will try to rejoin her. The local man makes it clear he wants to help get her find her boyfriend... but the language barrier makes it difficult. He keeps taking her to different bars and different hotels. At several of them he meets locals who offer them drinks. He, through broken English explains it's rude to say no. She quickly gets a little drunk. She's worried he might be hoping to take advantage of her (and she has to admit, he is hot), but, some of the young men they bump into ask her to dance. Her guide explains it's also rude to say no to that... but he doesn't dance with her himself, so, maybe she can trust him.

Before long the night becomes a blur of drinking, dancing with lots of sexy men, and learning lots of local customs... like it's polite to give your partner a kiss to say "thank you" for a dance, and the local dance style involves lots of hands on the woman's body, and she's expected to use her hands too.

She loses track of how many places they stop, how many men she's danced with and kissed, but she's turned on by a night of foreplay. When her guide finally asks her to dance she says she thought he'd never ask. And, when she recognizes the bar they are in as the one in her hotel, she says, "What a lucky coincidence, my room is right upstairs! Let's go up and see if my boyfriend is there!"

The boyfriend isn't, and her new friend offers to stay with her until he returns... to protect her since she's a little drunk.

"Good idea. I'm a little drunk and a LOT horny. Any of those men could have taken advantage of me... I'm so lucky you're here to take advantage of me."

 

[LongShortMon]

The resort hummed with the pulse of the night, warm air thick with the scent of tequila and saltwater, music throbbing in time with the flicker of neon lights from the hotel nightclub. Inside, bodies swayed together, lost in the haze of drinks and desire. She had been on the floor for hours, moving to the rhythm, letting herself slip into the vacation's carefree allure. The Mexican heat worked its magic on her, loosening everything—her limbs, her inhibitions, her mind. She had come here with her boyfriend, but at some point, she'd lost him in the crowd, the night swallowing him whole.

It didn’t matter. Not yet. Her body buzzed, skin tingling from the glances of strangers as she danced, hips rolling to the beat. But the hours wore on, and the absence of her boyfriend weighed heavier. She searched for him briefly, then decided, fuck it. He’d either show up or he wouldn’t. The night was still young, and she could find her own fun.

The air hit her like a wall as she left the club, sweat cooling instantly on her skin. She swayed a little as she made her way back to the room, the tequila settling warmly in her stomach. When she reached the door, her fingers fumbled with the keycard. The damn thing wouldn’t work, and she cursed softly, leaning her forehead against the cool surface of the door.

“Need some help with that?”

The voice came from behind her, low and smooth, carrying the faintest hint of an accent. She turned to see a man standing there, holding his own room key. Mid-thirties, handsome, with a rough edge that sent a little shiver of excitement through her. His tan skin suggested he had been here for longer, his body lean and muscular, dressed casually in a loose button-down that strained slightly against his chest.

“Yeah, these damn things always give me trouble,” she muttered, smiling up at him.

He stepped closer, close enough that she caught the scent of his cologne—woodsy, rich, mixed with the salt of the ocean. His fingers brushed hers as he took the keycard from her hand, and the heat between them was palpable. The door clicked open under his practiced touch, but instead of leaving her to go inside, he lingered.

“You here alone?” he asked, his eyes scanning her body slowly, appreciatively.

She bit her lip, a mischievous smile tugging at the corners of her mouth. “No, my boyfriend’s somewhere around here... but he hasn’t come back yet.”

There was a pause, thick with unspoken possibilities. The man leaned against the doorframe of his own room, his gaze not wavering.

“Well, I was supposed to be here with my wife,” he said, a shadow of something darker passing over his features. “But things didn’t work out. Decided to come alone instead.”

She felt a twinge of sympathy, but it quickly dissipated as his eyes darkened with intent. His invitation, though unspoken, was clear in the way he looked at her. The tension between them crackled, a current impossible to ignore.

“Want to come in for a drink?” he asked, nodding toward his room.

Her pulse quickened. She should’ve said no. She knew that. But something about his energy, the way he held her gaze so confidently, made her heart race. “Why not?” she shrugged, feigning nonchalance, but the excitement was already coiling tight in her belly.

Inside his room, things escalated fast. His hands were on her almost immediately, strong fingers tracing the curves of her hips, pulling her flush against him. Their lips crashed together, desperate, hungry. She melted into him, her body responding eagerly, hands threading through his hair as he backed her toward the bed. There was no hesitation, no second-guessing.

His shirt hit the floor first, revealing the hard planes of his chest, his skin warm under her touch. She tugged at his waistband, and he obliged, kicking off his pants and boxer briefs in one swift motion, his cock already thick and hard, brushing against her thigh.

"You're so fucking beautiful," he growled against her neck, hands slipping under her dress, lifting it over her head. She stood before him in just her underwear, the black lace a stark contrast against her pale skin.

"You're not so bad yourself," she teased, her breath coming in short gasps as his hands roamed over her body, fingers slipping beneath the waistband of her panties, finding her slick and ready. She moaned softly, her knees weakening under his touch.

He pushed her down onto the bed, stripping off the last of her clothing, and for a moment, just looked at her—spread out, flushed with anticipation. Then, without warning, he knelt between her legs, his mouth on her immediately, tongue parting her folds and licking deep into her wetness. She cried out, her hips bucking against his face, hands tangling in the sheets as he devoured her.

He worked her expertly, tongue flicking over her clit, then dipping down to fuck her with long, deep strokes. She gasped, thighs trembling, as he took her higher and higher, teasing her just to the edge of release before pulling back. "Please," she moaned, her voice thick with need. "Don't stop."

He didn’t. His fingers joined the rhythm, sliding inside her, filling her while his mouth stayed on her clit, sucking, licking. She came with a shudder, her body arching off the bed, her moans loud and unrestrained, echoing off the thin walls.

As her orgasm rippled through her, the man shifted, positioning himself over her. His cock was slick with pre-cum as he guided it to her entrance, teasing her for just a moment before plunging in, burying himself deep inside her. She gasped, nails digging into his back as he fucked her, hard and fast, the bed creaking under their weight.

Next door, her boyfriend stumbled back to their room, fumbling with his own key. He heard the muffled sounds of moaning through the wall, the rhythmic thump of the headboard, the unmistakable sound of skin slapping against skin. His heart raced as he pressed his ear to the wall, his cock already hard in his pants. The woman’s moans were high-pitched, desperate, so filthy—and they sounded just like her.

Inside, she was lost in the pleasure, her body writhing under the stranger’s thrusts. He flipped her onto her hands and knees, gripping her hips as he drove into her from behind. Her breasts bounced with every thrust, and her moans grew louder, more urgent.

Next door, her boyfriend stroked himself through his jeans, torn between jealousy and arousal, the sounds pushing him closer to the edge. He couldn’t help it—the thought of her being fucked like that, by another man, made his pulse quicken. He unzipped his pants, pulling his cock free, stroking it as the sounds of her pleasure filled the room.

Back in the stranger's bed, she was close again, her body trembling as he pounded into her, harder, faster. She cried out, her pussy clenching around him as she came, her voice raw and breathless. He followed soon after, spilling inside her with a guttural groan, hips grinding into hers as he emptied himself.

They collapsed onto the bed, breathless, sticky, spent.

When she finally made it back to her own room, her boyfriend was waiting. She barely had time to say anything before he pulled her into bed, his hands all over her, his need palpable.

"I've been listening all night," he growled in her ear as he slid inside her, his cock rock-hard, the sensation of her tight, wet heat driving him crazy. "The guy next door... fucking some slut. She sounded just like you... only so much filthier."

"You like the idea of me being sluttier?" she panted, arching into him, her body still sensitive from the stranger's touch.

His grip on her tightened, his thrusts growing more urgent. "Fuck yes," he groaned. "I love it."

 

[MikeXIrons]

Perhaps they become separated at a huge dance club, packed with people dancing and grinding on the dance floor, pot filling the air. She roams the floor looking for him, excusing herself as she squeezes through the crowd, bodies pressed against her from in front and back, hands on her hips as she passes, or sometimes more aggressive... on her ass and up her shirt from behind. Periodically men pull her close thinking she's come to dance with them. At first she's horrified, then she gets a little accustomed to the crush of bodies, and finally, after a particularly hot man pulls her in to dance, she starts to enjoy the attention... and the hands on her body... and the hot breath and bites on the back of her neck... and the hard cocks pressed against her ass.

She gives in when one particularly hot man pulls her in to dance, his hands roaming all over her and under her skirt. She'd gone without panties tonight with the intention of teasing her boyfriend with that information at some point. Instead, this hot stranger is the first to find out when his hand cups her bare ass. He grins and lifts her up off her feet, his hand reaching under her ass and into her wet pussy. She looks at her hot new friend wide-eyed in disbelief. They continue to "dance" with her feet off the ground and his fingers inside her.

Over the stranger's shoulder she thinks she sees her boyfriend through the crowd. He's dancing with their friends. Some local women are dancing with them as well. A hot woman is grinding against her boyfriend. She wriggles to get her feet back on the floor and starts making her way in that direction, though she has to admit, her pussy is aching for the stranger's fingers to be back in her. She catches a glimpse of her boyfriend, then loses him again, over and over, eventually getting about 10 feet from him.

Her hot friend has followed her through the crowd and wraps his arms around her from behind, pulling her close, gyrating against her. She gasps, and can't help but lean back into him to feel his hot breath on her neck (one of her hot buttons) and as one hand reaches under her shirt to pinch a nipple (another hot button).

Her hand reaches back to push his hard cock away from her ass (or at least that what she told herself as she did it). She's surprised when her hand finds a bare hard cock instead of a lump in his pants. She spins around in surprise. The man's hands move under her skit, lifting her petit body again, this time lowering her onto his hard cock. Her legs wrap instinctively around him. He resumes dancing.

While they dance, she spots her boyfriend again, just feet away, but separated by a half dozen people. They make eye contact. He looks guilty for a moment with a hot woman wrapping her arms around his neck. Then he notices she's dancing close with a local man and gives her a raised eyebrow and a look that says, "Look at us, having crazy fun... ha ha"

He mouths "You OK?" through the crowd and over the loud music. She mouths back "Yes. You?"

She hopes her boyfriend can't tell by her face that she's about to cum. She feels so slutty when she does, still looking into her boyfriend's eyes as the moving crowd permits.

 

[LindyWong]

Wow thank you for the responses. I like the story about the couple staying in Mexico and the boyfriend hearing the sex through the thin walls. I also like the idea of two stories divereging sliding door styles or swithcing points of views. How does she feel with the stranger and how does her boyfriend feel on the other side of the wall.