Taking a baecation has its perks but so does indulging in a little solo travel. The combination of the sun, beautiful scenery, and alcohol aids in putting the mind in a different space where you're truly relaxed, centered, and in tune with your desires. This can open itself to passionate one-night encounters with a handsome stranger you met while on your trip abroad, adding new meaning to your explorations.
I don't know about you but being away from home, doing things that we normally wouldn't do is a luxury that should be taken advantage of. We aren't worried about mundane thoughts of judgement. Our eyes are on the prize, our minds are on our deep-seated desires, and we throw caution to the wind. And scratch a couple of items from our bucket list in the process.
For some, a sexy tryst can be a liberating and exciting experience. I spoke with four women who gave accounts of some of their most memorable sexual escapades while on vacation. You can't have the sweet without the spicy, right?
*Names have been changed for anonymity; responses have been edited for length and clarity.
Real Women Share Their Vacation Sex Stories
Years ago, I was attending a conference in Florida with some friends. Some of us decided to go to a local bar and grab food and drinks. Later that night, a group of rowdy guys came in and sat across from us. I tend to not like the loud obnoxious guy so of course I noticed the quiet, nerdy one. Later, we joined a dart game and a few of the guys came over to play too. Introductions were made and Cordell and I started talking. He was from Louisiana in town for a job interview and was visiting some friends. He had no kids, loved to read, had a nice smile and an even nicer "bulge" (if you know what I mean).
Long story short, we all got drunk.
My hotel was walking distance from the bar so Cordell escorted me to my room. We kissed at the door. We kissed some more and then our hands were everywhere. Inside the room, we were electric. He felt so good under my hands. I felt so good underneath him. He licked me and nibbled my earlobes, my neck, my shoulders, my nipples, and the palm of my hands. He was so passionate and strong. He made me feel sexy and wild. He slowly showed me how to hold and feel a man. I felt powerful seeing how my immature touch made him feel good. It was the first time I had an orgasm without penetration.
We kissed and touched a little more but it didn't go any further. We talked for a while and then he left promising to call the next day.
He never called.
I didn't care.
I had gone to visit my crazy neurotic friend in NYC 4th of July weekend. The city was almost a ghost town, as folks are usually in the Hamptons. Being early July, it was hot as blazes! Did I mention my friend was neurotic? Ah yes, I did. She'd seen a bug of some sort in her home and subsequently covered all the windows with thick plastic sheeting (the kind that folks in the Midwest line their windows with in the winter). I should also mention that the only fan she had in her fourth floor walk-up was a desk fan. I'm saying all of this to say that I was hot... AS HELL!
One day, we ventured out into the city and I saw the finest man I'd ever seen in life walking out of a Wendy's. I don't know if it was the breeze of the air conditioning coming out the door or if he was just that damn fine. But I wanted him. We exchanged numbers and, later on that evening, he came and got me. I was so desperate to escape my friend's sweltering apartment that I left with a total stranger who came to get me in a panel van. Yes, my knight in shining armor rescued me from Brooklyn and whisked me off to Queens to what I believe was a project building...Lefrak perhaps?
Our evening was perfect in every way.
He was gentle and rough. Pleasing and fulfilling in my desire to please.
We drifted in and out of sleep with me, peaceful in his strong arms. He took me back to Brooklyn in the morning and we promised to keep in touch, both knowing we wouldn't. I don't remember specifics about the evening, but I do know I'll never forget the sweet gentle way the air from his window unit.
It was one of the best one night stands ever.
It was was my second trip to Jamaica and I was extremely excited. I went with a group and stayed in these awesome villas. The first time I met our butler, I felt a connection. His accent made me melt.
He asked me what island I was from and it made me blush. We talked a little and got more acquainted. We then parted ways and I went to my room, with him on my mind.
There is something about Jamaica that makes me feel bolder. On my last day there, I really wanted to see him, so I asked one of the other butlers to find him for me. I was chilling by the pool, waiting to go to the airport and the next thing I knew, I was told that I had a visitor. It was him. We talked, exchanged contact info, and and I headed to the airport, only to miss my flight. I didn't care.
All I could think about was one more night with this butler.
I called him to tell him that I missed my flight and when I got back to the villa, he was there waiting for me. He looked so yummy! I was excited and nervous at the same time. He took me out the back way on a golf cart to his villa and he held and kissed my hand the whole ride. I was in heaven. We arrived where he was staying and all inhibitions were out the window.
We had the most amazing sex...in the hot tub, in the bed…
I didn't want to leave.
He asked me to stay with him for the night but I didn't want anyone to see me doing the "walk of shame" the next morning, so I had him take me back to my room. We hugged and kissed, and I was happy at that moment. It had been nine months since I had been with with anyone and that Jamaican man was JUST what I needed! He showed me respect, kindness, gentleness, and the sex was unforgettable! Ya Mon!
I was burned out, so I booked a quick getaway to the Bahamas. It was my first trip alone since my divorce and I was thirsty for some sun and relaxation. The plane landed, I grabbed a cab, and my head was hanging out of the window like a Boston terrier with her tongue sticking out from excitement. I checked into my hotel, showered, and put my swimsuit on to head to the beach.
Between the mojito in my hand, basking in the 85-degree temps, and allowing the pool attendant to place cool towels behind my neck, I was living my BEST life! I stepped away from the beach to grab a bite to eat and that's when I saw I saw him.
5'11, 225 pounds of dark chocolate, tattoos, and muscle.
He asked to buy me a drink. That drink turned into a day together: talking, sharing, and laughing. When it got dark, he walked me to the beach, pulled his pants down, and I almost had a heart attack looking at the the size of that thing! But I said what the hell! You've gotta die before you live, right?!
He gave me some of the best sex I'd had in a long time. All I kept thinking was, "My body needs this." My legs were wrapped around his waist as we laid on the beach and the waves rushed against our bodies.
The playful banter, the chemistry, and the vulnerability was all so sexy!
It was like a movie.
Originally published on The Love of Food & Travel
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Originally published on February 7, 2018