"Touch it now," her inner voice purred...

She had to touch it.

Against any rational sense, she wanted to touch it. No, she thought, she needed to touch it.

Knowing what she was about to do, he spread his legs as far as possible while sitting next to her in that bar chair. She could now see his balls too. Big, majestic balls, beautifully matching the size of his half-dormant cock, their round outlines pressing against the fabric of his linen pants.

She shouldn’t do this. What if they saw her? What would people think? Would she ruin her own wedding?

Still, her urges were stronger, and she slowly moved, as discreetly as possible, her left arm to the left until it came to a stop on his armrest. While moving her left hand, the sun made her engagement ring sparkle and cast a bright light. For a second the shiny diamond reminded her of what her original purpose of being here was: getting married, just as everybody had expected from her. As she lowered her hand onto his warm leg, all etiquette was lost on her. She felt his supple leg muscles under her hand as she instinctively caressed his leg up and down, enjoying the smooth, but muscular feeling.

As she glanced at his crotch again, she could see the effect she was having on him, his large cock slowly growing erect, sometimes twitching. "Oh my," she thought, "he is very healthy." Should she wait until he was fully erect before she touched it, or would she rather keep her hand on his cock the whole time and experience how it was getting hard?

"Touch it now," her inner voice purred, "go ahead, do it!"

She lowered her arm in between his legs and stopped her hand just in front of his balls. Right away she felt the heat emanate from his groin, inviting her to explore further. This is it, she thought. I am going to touch a stranger’s cock.

Her small hand moved, and she cupped his warm balls. They were magnificent! Another lustful shiver went through her body, straight into her aching pussy. She felt herself get wet, and that was a very dangerous sign, but her little voice reassured her; it was OK to be wet, because it was meant that way. Meant to lubricate her well so she could welcome that large, now fully erect cock, deep inside her.

She held her hand onto his balls, feeling that raw male power, still being mesmerized by their size. This was a very dangerous game she was playing, remembering that she had stopped taking the pill six months ago to conceive a baby on her wedding night. The wedding date had been planned just for that, to be held on the day she was ovulating.

Again, that little naughty voice in her head found an excuse to go on and grab that growing shaft. “You haven’t had sex in the last six months; you deserve it! And added, “What could go wrong?”

She grinned at her own thoughts. What could go wrong? It could go wrong nine months, my dear…

But having no sex for so long made her truly yearn for it. It had been a very lengthy time since her last fuck. Just having a man stare at her or flirting with her aroused her heavily these days. And now she was sitting here, about to hold a raging hard cock in her hand.

Should she do it? She was safe here, right? At a beach bar, only fondling, no sex.

She convinced herself that it was "OK."

“OK” to grab a stranger’s cock seven days before her wedding.

“OK” to see what would happen after that.

“OK” to open wide for him as her entrance embraced his large cock head, and sinking his cock balls deep inside her.

She sighed, and her hand grabbed the base of his shaft.

“Oh.” She softly gasped; it was even bigger than she thought it would be. She was truly impressed, and she felt her pussy get a notch wetter. Her pussy already knew that more lubrication was needed to accommodate this alpha cock. She slowly moved her hand up all the way until she felt the big mushroom head under the fabric. As if hypnotized, she caressed the shaft up and down, her brain forgetting their surroundings and having only one thing on her mind; she had to have this cock inside her, no matter what.

His voice pulled her out of her trance: “I think you like my cock.”

She stopped caressing it up and down, a bit shocked at how she had gotten this far in public, and pulled her hand back. As she looked at his cock, she could see that she had made him fully erect, the fabric of his pants struggling with his bulge. “Oh!” she gasped again, wondering how it would feel to have this phallus plowing her for hours. Again, she trembled by the thought. But she had to be discreet. They couldn’t go back to her hotel where her future husband was waiting for her. Plus, soon the first wedding guests would arrive in Playa; her dad and mom already tonight. But she wanted more.

“You deserve it.” That now annoying little voice tried to persuade her again. “Time to live your life, not your husband´s life, and certainly not that from your family.”

“Come with me.” He said, standing up, trying to cover his rampant cock with his T-shirt. “There is a little hotel over there.” As he pointed at a cozy hotel roughly 100 steps away.

He held out his hand, and she took it voluntarily, knowing she was his woman, and she felt proud of belonging to him. She didn’t mind anymore being seen with him. She was his and his only. Her body had long ago decided that he simply had the stronger and better genes.

They made the short stroll, and he booked a room for them, paying cash. "With a sea view," he insisted. As he opened the door for her, she was pleasantly surprised by the cleanness of the room, and the large sea-view window was great; it almost looked like a window wall. She saw a little minibar and, in the back, a well-lit, very clean bathroom.

“I need to freshen up," she said.

“Sure. Would you like some rosé?” he asked her, as he was having a peek at the minibar contents.

“Yes, please.”

She went into the bathroom and heard him fill two glasses. She checked her makeup and touched up her red lipstick. She decided to partially undress and come out with her top gone to let him know that she truly wanted him. Thank God she was wearing a black, sexy thong and a see-through black bra. She had been wearing sexy underwear since they arrived in Playa to tease her future husband every day, making it harder for him to wait until their wedding night and getting him ready for her. But that was all in the past now. She only cared about this very moment, as she was going to willingly give her unprotected womb to a man she didn’t know an hour ago.

She doesn't even know his name.

She opened the straps of her beach top, and it fell rustling down on the bathroom floor. Her see-through bra showed her firm tits, and her hard, excited nipples were about to tear a hole in the sheer material.

She kept the short white skirt on so he could undress her and discover what she had to offer him. No need to rush things. She was his anyway. Today, tonight, and all the days and nights that would follow, being here in Playa, she would be his. She kept her sandals with the leather lace-ups on, making her legs look sexier.

As she came out of the bathroom, he was standing in the middle of the room, in his pants only, his T-shirt lying on the floor. She saw his hard, flat stomach and the almost hidden six-pack. She had already seen his trained arms at the beach bar but not his well-developed, firm butt.

She walked slowly towards him, giving him time to absorb the view of her full breasts, and as she stood in front of him, she silently caressed his chest with one hand; at the same time, her other hand was stroking his stomach, close to his erect cock. And then, as she walked around him to stand behind him, her hands traveled over his skin towards his strong back, then lowering both her hands and groping that delicious hard butt of his, knowing she was in for a long hard fucking.

“Is this all for me?” She whispered in his ear with a wanton voice.

As she completed her circle around him, he suddenly grabbed her by the skirt's waistband and pulled her roughly against him, his upright phallus pressing hard against her vulva, and without asking, he opened the button of her skirt and pulled the zipper down. As he lowered her skirt to the floor, she stepped out of it without hesitation, her slit sopping wet from anticipation.

“Oh!” she sighed, aroused by his male dominance. He was so different compared to her future husband!

…

To be continued.