This was my first trip to the island– something I’d been needing deep down in my soul for years. It had been a stressful few years, and I’d fina...ly quit finding reasons why I shouldn’t go, stopped listening to the logical part of my mind that said the money would be better-spent elsewhere, and said the hell with it, packed a bag, and left for a week. I’d traveled light– a simple hiking pack with a week’s clothes, a book, and a camera in it. I’d buy my toiletries in the hotel’s concierge area,. He unzipped my coat and pulled it off of me. He ran his hands down my bare neck, and then his lips.?Tell me Lucy, are you a virgin?? he asked. His breath was hot against my skin. I could feel my heart throbbing in between my legs. I sat silently, unable to move. I was terrified and aroused, unsure of what to do in my current condition.?Tell me,? he sighed.?No,? I giggled.?You’re a naughty; I was thinking about keeping you around, but you’re no good anyway, are you? You’re just a dirty little. The thought was enough to push me over the edge as I started to spurt, and he plunged one last time into me as he came as well. After, he pulled out, leaving my ass open as he smacked it again. In moments, I felt more cum dripping onto my face. "A little something from the condom. I want my sluts to be healthy, after all."As I lay there panting from my first fuck, I felt him grab me and the stool, and drag me away from the wall, closer to the center of the room, and there I stayed. He removed. ... When I saw her in the bar the following week I had had time to think about things, she apologised for kissing me like she did but I found myself telling her it was ok as I quite enjoyed it, which was the truth, possibly not at the time but certainly afterwards! She suggested that we do it again after I had finished work, it seemed a great idea to me, so we did.... After work I knocked at her door and I remember that I felt like I had butterflies in my stomach, it.