Tropical Vacation

Another Jess story

Chapter 1 by Graphite Golem Graphite Golem

You and your girlfriend Jessica have been saving for months to go on a tropical vacation. You both have gone almost a year without breaks (aside from holidays) to raise the funds for the trip, the resort, and it finally paid off. You have a surprise for Jessica, your svelte (and somehow curvy) girlfriend on this trip though, and you've double checked the ring box in your right pocket at least two dozen times. You don't consider yourself terribly emotional, but lately, you've been reminiscing about memories with your adventurous girlfriend, and realized its because you wanted to have more adventures with her. And then there's the sex. Jess is about five-foot-five, slim, and amazingly toned. She turns heads whenever you two go out. Early in your relationship, she divulged a not-so-checkered past. She'd had a few boyfriends, and wasn't a virgin, but given your record with the ladies (which you divulged) she wasn't high up on the tally.

The desire for Jess was shared by any living, straight man that saw her. An exercise fanatic she ran (and so, now, do you) three miles a day and swims laps at the pool (which you enjoy watching her do). As a result, her body is well-toned, and retains the curves that caught your eye in the first place. You know that her breasts are naturally a b-cup (34B). The natural part was discovered as a result of your insistent exploring on your third date, when Jess, true to her usual form, bluntly unbuttoned her blouse about halfway and gave a half-smile before saying that you could hit a double. You remember being honestly taken aback at her twist on the sports analogy (she is a rather rabid sports fan) and even more taken aback when you gently fondled her breasts for the first time. The whole while, Jess whispered how she “loves your hands on my perky tits.”

A slap on your ass wakes you from your reverie. “Stop daydreaming John. You've got to pack.” You look at your girlfriend and kiss her slowly, running your hands through her hair. You feel Jess's lips smile as she pulls away. “What was that for?” she asks.

“The memories,” you tell her, smiling. Jess grins back at you. “Anything juicy?” she asks. You shrug, unable to keep your lips from turning into a smile. “I'll figure it out sooner or later, stud.” She bends over to grab her suitcase, and you ogle her ass. “I'll just seduce it out of you,” you hear her say as she stands up slowly. You look at the clock and sigh. You live fifteen minutes from the airport,but you need to be there in half an hour, and you haven't finished packing.

Seeing your downtrodden face, Jess laughs. “Relax John. It's not like your not getting lucky tonight. Or, if you play your cards right, on the plane.” You snap your head around to see Jess's finger slide slowly into her mouth before she pulls it until the tip is at her lips. Then she giggles, turns, and leaves to put her suitcase in the car.

What's next?

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