Vacation with the Devil

"See you in three weeks,motherfuckers," Dana added the last word in her thoughts as she shouted the goodbye to her colleagues. She could not wait to finally get out of this cranky old office and enjoy three weeks of summer, sun and sea. And maybe sex, but she was open for that -- and no, she did not desperately need it -- thanks for asking.

Her best friend Marta had been going on for ages that she should get the stress out of her system by just having a good shag, but that was just not how it worked, at least not for her.

She pushed the thoughts aside as she closed her heavy suitcase and began searching for her passport. Her flight would leave early in the morning, which meant she would be able to enjoy her first drink of the night next to a beach. And if that didn't sound promising, she didn't know what did.

But before that could happen, she would curse her alarm for waking her so early. She decided to go light on the makeup, as she still had a seven-hour flight ahead of her and didn't fancy waking up with smeared mascara all over her face.

As her first treat of her vacation, she spoiled herself with a nice big cup of coffee and a hellishly sweet pistachio croissant at the airport café, before she strolled, all fed and relaxed, over to the security check.

She was just about to get the liquids out of her bag to put them in a separate container, when she heard someone behind her murmur.

"Oh, come on, sweety, I don't have all day."

At first, she decided to ignore the voice. They probably weren't even addressing her, as she was moving at an absolutely acceptable pace. So, she just continued as if having had happened.

"Oh my gosh, could you be any slower?"

This time, she did look around and met the annoyed face of a dark-haired man. If it hadn't been for the annoyed look on his face, she would have found him rather handsome.

"Excuse me, are you talking to me?"

"I don't see anyone else holding up the queue," he answered impatiently.

Confused, she glanced around. "I, for one, don't even see a queue I could be holding up." She would not let this interaction ruin her first vacation day, she told herself. "But you know what, if you are in such a hurry, why don't you just go ahead and skip me. I'll allow it." She gave him her sweetest fake smile as he pushed past her.

"How gracious of you," he said in a mocking tone, but she ignored him.

After he had rushed through the security check as if it was a race, she took her time and gave the security staff an understanding smile, after what they just had to deal with.

Without the slightest hurry, she made her way over to her gate and almost started laughing out loud, when she saw who sat there waiting, but she caught herself just in time.

"Well, now I do understand the rush. It is important to arrive early to the gate. How else would you make sure that you get your 45 minutes of sitting around doing nothing in," she smirked as she walked past him.

"Oh, shut up," he just murmured, which she counted as a win in her book.

Not very surprisingly, this man was also amongst the first to jump up when they called for the boarding to start.

"There he goes," Dana chuckled to herself, knowing full well that it would take a while before the actually opened the doors to allow people to board the damn plane. So, she just sat back and enjoyed a few more pages of her book.

She just hoped this annoying prick would sit far away from her. She could already guess he was one of the people to ask the stewardess how long the flight would still take, merely five minutes after take-off.

When it was finally her time to board the plane, she spotted his dark head of hair relatively quickly in one of the seats in the middle of the plane. Her ticket stated that she sat in seat 17C and the closer she came, the more she realized her fate.

"Oh, wonderful. It's you," he greeted her coolly when she stowed her back bag in the over-head bin and took the aisle seat.

"I am just a thrilled as you are, trust me," she told him, her smile faltering only slightly. Ok, Dana, we might be off to a rocky start but just keep calm. It's just seven hours, she tried to calm her nerves.

After the safety instructions, she put on her headphones and turned on the music, hoping it would help her forget for the next few hours, who sat next to her. But she couldn't help but realize how his hands grasped the arm rests during take-off.

Maybe he was such a pain in the ass because he was fucking scared of flying?, she mused and a small, mischievous smile crossed her lips. Karma did have a way of getting you.

When they had reached their travelling height, she decided to get more comfortable by leaning back a little more and slipping out of her shoes, so she could tuck her feet in close. This had always been one of her favorite positions to sleep in on planes, since stretching wasn't an option anyways. And it made her feel safe, even though she didn't really have a fear of flying.

She thought that a couple of hours must have past, when she woke again and jolted upright as the man next to the window was staring at her intently. Confused, she took off her headphones.

"You do know it's creepy starring at people while they sleep, don't you?" She asked, her heart still racing.

"Are you aware that you snore?" He retorted.

"What?" She asked confused and still slightly sleepy. "I do not."

"Oh, you do", he said and unfolded his newspaper, as if that was all the talking, he wanted to do right now.

"So what. Who even cares?" She said, still irritated at this man.

"Well, I do. It doesn't really help with reading when the person next to you is busy taking down a whole forest with their sawing."

"Excuse me? If I bothered you that much, you could have just put on headphones or something." She still tried to be polite, but her blood started to boil.

"To my dismay, I don't have any headphones that could have saved me from your noises."

"Well, your lack of planning is not my responsibility," she said and put her headphones back on, ending the discussion. Or so she thought.

He nudged the headphones, so they slipped off her ears again.

"If you want to keep that hand of yours, I would strongly advise you toneverdo that again," she growled at him. And she must have looked terrifying, since he drew his hand back rather quickly.

For the remaining four hours he kept to himself, and his mouth shut, for which she was more than grateful. When the pilot finally announced they were about to land soon, she exhaled in relief.

Then came the inevitable situation of every passenger wanting to be the first one to get off the plane, including Mr. Impatient himself. Since she had the aisle seat, she could stand up rather quickly and get her back bag. But different than some of the other passengers, she wasn't in any rush.

Nevertheless, she got caught between many different bodies, trying to reach for their bags or help their travel partners get to theirs. And when Mr. Impatient joined the already crowded aisle, she couldn't help but be pushed against his -- surprisingly firm -- chest.

"Well, hello there," he said in a mocking tone, looking down at her since he was about a head taller than her.

"You couldn't have just waited in your seat for two more minutes, couldn't you?" She asked with a fake-sweet voice.

"And missed out on this, no way", he answered, but it came out a little pressed as someone apparently elbowed him in the back in an attempt to retrieve their bags.

"Karma," Dana whispered so quietly that only he could hear it.

Then finally the mass of people slowly started to move towards the exit.

"Finally, I'll be rid of you," she whispered.

"The feeling is mutual," he whispered back.

Once they made it out of the plane, their ways separated rather quickly. She was more than relieved as she hadn't wanted to lose anymore of her vacation spirit on this git and his fucking impatience.

Walking over to the baggage claim, she checked her phone to find the quickest and cheapest way to her hotel. "Taking the bus or sharing a taxi," she read out loud. "Well, guess I will be sharing a taxi with me, myself and I."

She waited about 15 minutes for her suitcase to make it onto the conveyer belt before she could head out to the taxi area. Once she arrived, she couldn't help but let a small "fuck" slip out, as she saw him waiting for a taxi as well.

Oh, hell no. Not this time, she thought and turned around to walk all the way to the other end of the waiting area. She approached the first car she saw there and asked the driver how much it would be.

After a little negotiating, he helped her load her suitcase in his trunk and she got into the back of the car. But before she had even put on her seatbelt, the passenger's side opened and the bloody guy from the airplane got in.

He quickly told the driver something in the local language, who just nodded and started the car.

"What do you think you're doing?" She asked him, now not even trying to hide her anger.

"I am doing you a favor," he said. "This really is no place for a woman to get into a taxi all by herself."

"I am a grown woman, and I can take care of myself. I am no damsel in distress who needs saving."

"And yet, you just got saved. You can thank me later."

"I will do no such thing," she huffed and crossed her arms in front of her chest.

Twenty silent minutes of driving later, the cab pulled up in front of her hotel. She didn't even bother to say goodbye as she got out of the car. But he was faster and unloaded her suitcase for her.

"If this is you trying to get me to say thank you, it won't work," she stated firmly.

"It just did, didn't it?" He asked sheepishly.

What the fuck was wrong with this man? From being impatient to making fun of for her snoring to now annoying her like a schoolyard bully? She rolled her eyes at him.

"Oh, just fuck off," she snorted, ripping her suitcase from him and turning on her heels to enter the hotel. She really needed a shower and a strong cocktail to forget this man as quickly as possible.

Thankfully, the check-in didn't take more than a few minutes, and a very handsome and friendly member of the staff showed her to her own little bungalow, that would be her home for the next three weeks.

Exhausted and more than ready for her vacation to now really begin, she let herself fall onto the bed. The mattress was amazingly soft and as she inhaled, she swore she could smell the salt of the sea in the air.

With her vacation feelings kicking in, she quickly jumped into the shower and threw on one of her favorite summer dresses, before heading down to the bar. She ordered a strong Mojito before retreating to one of the tables closest to the beach.

After her first sip, she could already feel the tension of the travels melting away. By the third one, she was truly relaxed. That was until someone had the audacity to disturb her peace.

"Is this seat taken?"

Her mouth remained open for longer than she wanted to admit, as she staired up into the dark eyes of her new travel nemesis. His black shirt was unbuttoned, giving her a sneak-peak of his muscular abdomen and chest. No wonder it had felt this firm. He obviously went to the gym more than once a week.

She guessed he was about forty-five or fifty, with a few white strands of hair peeking through here and there in his otherwise dark-brown mane. His eyes were surrounded by soft wrinkles when he smiled and even though she was just in her twenties, something in him drew her to him. By the time she finally managed to close it again, he had already taken the seat opposite of her.

"And if I say no?" She asked, when her voice finally returned to her. Remember he is the enemy, Dana, she scolded herself.

"Then I could still get up and leave. But I had hoped you would give me a minute to apologize."

"So?" She just looked at him with a raised eyebrow and he laughed nervously.

"I realize that we got off on the wrong foot. And I also realize that it was mainly my fault. I am terrible when it comes to flying. I hate those damn metal birds, and my nerves just got the better of me. Normally, I am not that much of a pain in the ass. Not like that at least."

His joke took her a little by surprise, even more so than his apology. Was he trying to insinuate something?

"So, long story short, I wanted to apologize. So, maybe I can buy you a drink?" He finished his apology and tore her from her thoughts.

She lifted her arm, where a small blue band indicated the all-inclusive-status. "The drink is already taken care of, I'm afraid," she said.

"Then I might have to take you somewhere else," he said, and a daring smile crossed his lips.

She couldn't quite explain it, but something in his smile made a warm prickling sensation run through her body and she couldn't help but smile as well.Damn it, she cursed. But would it really be so bad to give in?

"What do you have in mind?" She asked, a little curious.

"How about a walk along the beach? A bit south from here are some truly amazing cocktail bars and pizza to die for."

"Sounds intriguing," she said as she finished her cocktail.Now or never, Dana. "Fine, I'm in." She got up from her seat and obviously took him by surprise. He laughed again to hide his nervousness as he got up as well.

He led her down the stairs to the beach, and she took of her sandals before she sank too deep into the sand.

"I feel like I have a Deja-vu," he said.

"Why do you say that?"

"Well, you're taking off your shoes in front of me. Again," he winked at her.

"Are you going to reprimand me for that as well? On top of the snoring?" She asked, resting one arm on her hip in a bold gesture.

"No, I wouldn't dare. Not after you almost bit my hand off on the plane. And I did lie about the snoring," he admitted. When she threw her left shoe after him, he dodged it and laughed. "Ok, ok, I deserve that." He rose his hands in defeat. "But allow me to make it up to you," he said, as he stepped in closer to her, his arms resting on top of hers.

The touch alone sent a warm shiver down her body, and she couldn't help but hear Marta's voice in her head. You need to get the stress out of your system. Nothing better to achieve that than a good shag.

She blushed at the thought and shook her head. "And how are you planning on doing that?" She tried to evade her thoughts, realizing to late that this was probably going to send her down precisely the path she tried to fight in her head just now.

He slowly lifted one hand to her face, tugging a lose strand of hair behind her ear. "I have my ways," he whispered softly. "If you're up for it."

"Show me," she answered hoarsely, before her brain could register what she just said. His hands snaked around her face and pulled her in, until his soft lips met hers. She melted into his touch, her hands bracing against his firm abdomen.

She returned the kiss and his mouth opened hers, allowing his tongue entry. He flicked against hers and it sent a jolt of excitement through her body. Dana, you are kissing a fucking stranger on a beach in the middle of nowhere! Her brain screamed at her, but she decided to ignore it. She hasn't felt alive like this for much too long.

After a few long and wonderful minutes, he allowed them to come up for air again. They were looking at each other, both slightly out of breath, with flushed cheeks and excitement glinting in their eyes.

"Are you ready for more?" He asked, not wanting to push too fast, but she just nodded, still out of breath. Her heart was racing when he sank to his knees in front of her. His hand snaking up under her skirt until they reached the hem of her panties.

He slowly pulled them down a bit and Dana quickly looked around to make sure, they were still alone. The beach lay vacant in complete darkness. The only light coming from the few stars in the sky, the only sound coming from the waves licking at the beach.

And then she felt his arms grip her legs tighter as his tongue plunged in between them and her surprised gasp cut through the silence. She had to use his shoulders for support, as his curious tongue dove between her folds, already slick with excitement and heat.

"Fuck," she bit out as he managed to hit just the right spot. "I do forgive you for being an impatient ass," she moaned as he continued licking her under her summer dress.

He came up for air, laughing and with her arousal glistening on his lips.

"Then I've already accomplished my mission and can stop now," he smirked at her.

"Don't you dare", she began, but before she could end her sentence, he pulled on her legs, so that she stumbled backwards and fell with a soft thud in the sand. He then lifted her legs up and spread them apart, the fabric of her dress gathering on her belly, giving him easier access to her pink center.

"Aaahhh," she began moaning again, when his tongue slipped in even deeper than before, massaging her clit in the most delicious way. He came up to her, silencing her with a kiss.

"If you're going to moan, I need to take you further away from the hotel, or into a soundproof bungalow," he whispered between kisses. She could taste her own arousal, and it drove her mad with lust.

"I'm sorry, it's just...," she wanted to explain but he kissed her again.

"No need to apologize for nothing," he breathed against her neck. "I enjoy the sounds you make. But technically having sex on a private hotel beach is not allowed."

"Uh, so we are being bad right now?" She asked mockingly.

He rested on his elbow, looking down at her. "Are you a bad girl?" He asked and inserted one finger into her soaked cunt, making her gasp and squirm. "Tell me, and don't make up excuses," he chuckled as he inserted a second finger, stretching her deliciously.

"Very bad," she breathed. "I am a very bad girl, and you should definitely punish me." She laughed quietly as well. His fingers just felt so good. She couldn't wait for more.

"Well, if that is the case, then I fear I do have to take you further down the beach for a good spanking," he whispered into her ear and the excitement at his words had the hair in her neck stand up.

He pulled his hand from between her legs, licking the two fingers clean and making her mouth water at the sight. Then he got up and pulled her up with him. "Can you do something for me?" He asked and she looked at him expectantly. "Lift up your skirt. I want to see that sweet ass of yours, when I'm walking behind you."

Another rush of nervous excitement rushed through her as she grabbed for the hem of her skirt, lifting it up slowly until she felt the fabric rub over her backside. The cool breeze of the sea that softly stroked her, pushed her excitement event further.

The walked down the beach like this for a few minutes, until he pulled her towards the palm trees. Now, they were in a completely isolated spot, and no one would hear them over the waves. He kissed her again and instantly awakened the fire within her. His fingers trailed up her arm und up to her shoulders, where they pushed her dress off her shoulders, having it pile at her feet.

"Bad girls don't get to wear anything", he murmured between kisses. Now she was only wearing her string, as she had decided to not wear a bra. "Gosh, you are beautiful," he groaned as she glanced down at her small tits, softly stroking them with his hands, making her nipples perk up.

"Support yourself against the tree," he whispered. "And push out that sweet little ass of yours that has been teasing me on the way here." Her heart started beating more quickly as she did what he said.

He then grabbed the hem of her string, pulling up a little and letting the fabric dug a little deeper into her wet folds, eliciting a soft moan from her. "If it is too much at any point, just say so and we stop," he said softly, kissing her neck again before stepping back a little.