She knew he was going to be good. Just how good didn’t really matter. She had already imagined how his lips were going to feel against her mouth… how his firm, muscled body would feel against her soft skin… what he was going to feel like inside her… her imagination was plenty enough to get her juices flowing. The rest was really just details.

Like his name. She called him Romeo, but was his name really important? For that matter, was hers?

It was all part of the plan. A spontaneous trip to an exotic island where no one knew who she was, or why she was there—the whys were always so complicated. Career not panning out the way it was intended… a string of exes that just didn’t make the grade… all of it was left behind in her small London flat she shared with three roommates, including her real name.

Jasmine was the name she chose on her vacation. Jasmine was confident, carefree, and single. Jasmine’s only desire was to lay by the pool and drink tequila for a solid week. No phones. No social media. No texting with friends or late-night booty video calls with ex-boyfriends. Jasmine wanted to be alone, and answer to no one.

No one, that is, except for Romeo.

Jasmine first spotted the dark, handsome, stranger shortly after she checked in. He was sitting by himself, lounging by the pool in a pair of tight, white swim trunks and gold-rimmed sunglasses. She kept a curious eye on him, looking for a wife, or girlfriend as she took a seat on the outdoor couch opposite him across the private veranda. No one appeared. It was just the two of them, not a single other people insight.

Romeo was gorgeous. Tall, defined, with short spiked hair and smooth, dark skin the colour of chocolate that made her insides ignite. She immediately felt the urge to flirt with the handsome stranger and get to know him a bit better. In fact, that’s exactly what she would’ve done if she were alone on a typical vacation.

Jasmine had other ideas.

Jasmine didn’t care to get to know anyone a bit better. Jasmine was bold, and her pheromones were running wild. Jasmine tossed back a shot of tequila. She was ready to play.

Stretching her legs out, she teased her white floral sundress up over her thighs. She casually caressed her smooth skin as she drank in her new obsession. He didn’t seem in any particular hurry to dive into the water or do anything other than just sit on the edge of the pool, soaking up the sun, which was fine with her. She could keep her eyes on his glorious body, watching the water drip down his defined abs all afternoon.

She couldn’t however, keep from touching herself much longer.

Jasmine shifted her legs on the sofa and pulled her sundress up over her hips. She was only wearing a tiny, barely-there pair of white panties. At any moment someone could come around the corner and catch her with her legs spread open, touching herself as she stared across the pool at a complete stranger. Daring. Bold. Utterly wrong—the exact sort of behaviour that a proper woman like herself would never consider back home, yet exactly the kind of behaviour Jasmine intended to exhibit on this vacation… and it was only the start.

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A smile bounced its way back and forth between the two strangers. So far Romeo had yet to move from his position on the edge of the pool. It struck Jasmine that her new obsession might only be interested in spending the afternoon tanning his athletic body, or maybe he wasn’t even interested in women, although she didn’t feel that was the case. No, he was going to be interested in her soon enough, she was certain.

Sure enough, like a bee finding its honey, he stood up and moved over toward her. They didn’t speak, at least not with words. His eyes drank her in, as her eyes did the same to him. She could feel him undressing her as if her sundress had disappeared in the blink of his eye as he gazed at her large, firm breasts, and her long, tanned legs. She had already admired his rippled muscles from afar, but now she, too, stared at his dark, defined body from just a few feet away, imagining what his cock would feel like if she held it in her hand, or what it would taste like if she were to slide it inside her mouth.

Nothing, of course, she would ever consider doing back home. A complete stranger?

Never. Except she wasn’t back home. She was on vacation… and on vacation, there were no rules.

He sat down next to her and leaned forward. She didn’t hesitate.

They kissed hungrily. She stared into his eyes, hidden behind his gold-rimmed sunglasses as their mouths met. Their lips and tongues explored one another, her breath nearly extinguished with a simple kiss filled with a hunger and desire she had not experienced in a long time. She gave in quickly to the passion flowing through her, allowing her instincts to control her body’s movements. Her mind simply wasn’t needed.

Her arousal deepened as Romeo’s hands roamed and groped her body. His powerful hands moved to her neck, holding her like a possession. That was fine with her. She wanted to be possessed. She wanted to be taken, and ravished, and bleeped beyond compare. She wanted this from the moment she saw him.

They caught their breaths to share a drink, and confirm they were still the only ones in the secluded veranda. Maybe they did speak briefly. Maybe that was when he told her his name was Romeo, and she told him he could call her Jasmine. It was tough to recall. All she knew was that she wanted to hear him say her name as he plunged his cock into her, over and over again.

“Oh, Jasmine,” she wanted to hear him groan. “You’re so beautiful…”

“I want you so badly, Romeo… I want to feel you in me, I want to feel your beautiful cock buried so deep in me…”

Of course, she didn’t say a word. Even Jasmine had her limits.

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