Tropical Wet Dream: A Russian Sex tale
This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, business, events and incidents are the products of the author's imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.
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Sun, sand, surf.
Welcome to The Island where locals, tourists, and foreign settlers intermingle in an organized chaos of social cohesion. The vibe is magical. You would never feel alone because everyone chats with anyone casually with warm smiles on their face. Maybe it's the abundance of the sunshine in a lush tropical land of coconuts where sunkissed skin is a statement of identity and style. There's a positive peer pressure to get out more in the sun to get tanned. Mestizo/mestiza is out; moreno/morena is in! Maybe it's the laid back and chill vibe of surfing stoke. Whatever the case may be, stories of delicious sensuality lie in its underbelly.
"The Island provides," a foreign settler says as tourists come and go every day, every week as he swipes his free time away on Tinder on the hunt for ladies who are DTF.
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She is new to The Island. She's a fit Filipina digital nomad looking to reset her life; a Pinay beauty with a bright personality and prides herself on owning her sexuality.
He is a fit Russian beau. Not cute enough in the face for her liking but it's alright. His lean yet muscly physique of big biceps, broad back and six-pack abs make up for it. He has an air of confidence and self-assurance because he himself knows he's an eye candy.
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The compound consists of small blue-roofed duplex houses made to accommodate relatively short to long-term tourists for a relaxing stay. There is a common area where there is a long table and a couple of chairs. Residents and tenants can use the space to either work or to chill out while connected to the community internet.
One morning in the common area while she's working on her laptop running her own business remotely, she saw him pass by walking towards the compound gate to go outside. My oh my, it's like a straight outta Twilight novel kind of moment. He was topless and was only wearing a banana-printed board shorts. His milky-white skin sparkles as the sunshine touches him. What a magical sight to behold: a fit young man at his prime glistening under the tropical sunshine. Her breath became deep and long; she also blushed a little. He sure did got her distracted from working. She had to get back to work and coordinate with the courier partner of her biz.
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My indefinite stay here on The Island is unfolding to be a clichd paperback erotica novel.
There's a Russian boy next door. Literally! He lives right next to my villa and we're neighbors.
Cheesesfckingchristasdfghjkl! He's so yummy! Hot young stud, physically fit, tall, no body hair, yes he has 6-pack abs, topnotch hygiene, and smells so friggin good all the time! In stereotypical #fuccboii fashion, he wears his hair sleek and clean, lightweight fitted t-shirt, boardshorts, sneakers, and the only thing that didn't go with it is the fanny pack but he can still pull it off like it's cool to wear fanny packs!
And he's seducing me! Friends, I cannot!
Mydearlorde, when he's topless and just in fuccboii cotton shorts while he walks around the compound, his milky white skin glistens under the sunshine it's hard not to stare!
He always chats with me whenever he sees me around the compound and always asks me "How are you today?" I can't help but light up and smile with the attention I'm getting from this boy, migoodness.
He doesn't hide the way he checks me out from head to toe. I can't blame him though because your girl's always looking sexy and well-put together.
The sensual energy and vibe he gives off tho! It's just so irresistible ugh!
My cerebral brain says: NoOoOoOooo don't fall for his expert seduction techniques and honeypot of a hunky physique because he's a fuccboiiiii!!!
But my sensual body says:
YEAAAAA SIT ON HIS FACE
This story is still writing itself for as long as I'm here on The Island.
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He saw her busy working on her laptop. Who is this new face? He thought to himself. He knew right then and there he's just got to talk to her. Or else he'll lose his chance of asking what her Instagram handle is.
They exchanged the usual social script which only happens in The Island. Hi. What's your name? You're new here? Do you surf? When did you get here on The Island? How long will you be staying? Do you have recommended restaurants and places to try? What's your Instagram? Cool. Maybe we can have dinner together some time? Sure, let's do it. Just DM me so we can arrange. Mission accomplished.
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Instagram DM's
Him: Hi baby, wru?
Her: at my place. let's go to greenhouse.
Him: ok 5:30
Her: yay see ya
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They agreed to meet and have dinner together at one of the most visited restaurants in The Island.
She wore her white tube top and a long printed black and white skirt that goes down her toes. Her midriff is showing along with the belly-button piercing. To top it all off, she wore the most basic accessory every girl in The Island wears—the seashells necklace. Being mostly draped in white shades, her natural morena beauty stands out. The whole look accentuates her curves and highlights her feminine allure. With the help of more sunshine in her days, she is slowly evolving into a cinnamon-skinned island girl. She sprayed her sweet powdery floral perfume on the sides of her neck. She also spritzed some in her hair because it holds scents longer and some to the rest of her body. She's ready.
She walked out of her villa and went to find the boy next door if he's around and ready. The lights were out and the doors were closed in his villa so no signs of him at his place. She walked towards the compound gate and there she saw him waiting for her in his motorbike.
He's wearing his usual: tight cotton t-shirt that follows the shape of his chiseled chest, broad back and shapely biceps; board shorts and sneakers.
Hop in, he said.
She had to swoop her skirt in her lap so she could sit properly behind him on the back of the motorbike. He then took her arms and wrapped it around his waist. In his brash Russian accent, he told her to sit tight closer to him. She could not tell if it was a request but it sounded more like an order. Regardless, she followed as if it was the natural thing to do. He turned the engine on til it roared and in a few seconds, they're on the road. Out of nowhere, he started explaining to her the physics of balance in riding a motorcycle. Motorcycle riders should sit tight closer together in order for the ride to be smooth and balanced. What a geek, she thought. She could not tell what's more seductive—the fact that she's sitting tightly close to his body with her arms around him or the fact that he knows his physics. Maybe it's both. One thing is for sure. This hunk of a guy absolutely knows how to make a lady feel giddy.
As soon as they were near the vicinity of the restaurant, he slowed down his speed. He let her off the ride and found his way to the parking area to park his motorbike. After that was settled, they went into the restaurant. It seemed like it's a full-house. There were also pop-up food merchants present besides the resto's menu offering. The whole place was filled with happy people laughing, eating and drinking. They are either having a great time with their own set of friends and/or meeting a new face or two.
Since most of the tables were already taken, they had to walk towards the outdoors by the beach where there's a small hut with a table and beach chairs where they can relax, have dinner and be away from the noise of a lot of people. They sat silently and a waitress approached to take their orders. When the waitress was gone, she started feeling the ongoing tension between the two of them.
She was asking about himself but he was quite dodgy and he seemed vague with his responses. It is puzzling. Like, what is this Russian guy doing in a surftown island? It does add to his air of mystery. She stopped inquiring further and let him lead the discussion. He asked him no holds barred if she has ever tried a threesome with a girl and a guy. It was not surprising that he asked but she was still shocked with his audacity to ask the question.
It only further confirmed her suspicions that this guy obviously only wants to get into her pants. No more, no less. This boy only wants to play. By that point, it did not matter anymore if they would ever get to know each other deeper. What matters was the raw mutual attraction and what they were going to do about it. That is the question.
They finished their dinner and billed out.
Come with me, I'll show you a nice place. He said.
They rode again on his motorbike. It was an evening of full moon and its silvery light shines bright over the silhouettes of palm trees and the sea scapes. The air is clean and sweet. It was dreamy. They were by the road for a kilometer or two by the next town.
While on the ride, he put her hands to touch his package. She felt his shaft and his pair of balls. She petted it nice and lightly.
He then detoured off road to the right side by the sea. It was dark and there were no signs of street lights or anything. It was just the moonlight and the motorbike's front light that helped with seeing what's around. They passed by the bushes along the dirt trail until they stopped where nobody's around. He turned off the engine and parked the bike nicely after they had both hopped off the ride.
What are we doing here? She asked as she turned off the flashlight from her phone because she could barely see anything.
Turn that off. No one's gonna help you. He said. It made her scared.
He eased his way to her and embraced her. That at least made her feel safe as if saying: Don't worry baby, I am here with you.
They started kissing. Softly at first. He started planting small smooches at her face and then her neck. Then back at her lips and mouth. Now with some tongue action. They exchanged mouth fluids until the kissing became more torrid and longing for what is about to happen next.
While kissing, he grabbed one of breasts and caressed it softly. Then harder his hands made their way inside her top pinching her nipples ever so lightly. She gasped. She wanted this to happen.
He put his pants down. She went down on him while still looking up to his face. A face filled with carnal desire. She put her mouth on his shaft and gave him an ever-juicy kiss and tongue action on his peen. She's confident with her skills. She started slowly and steady and he melted with her sheer enthusiasm. Alternating the blow and the suck like a cock-hungry bitch she was. He could not handle the heat anymore.
He made her stand up and he kissed her in the mouth. They walked a little by the nearby tree. They had to balance. She put her hands on the tree for balance and she bent down to welcome him from behind. But nope, we're not there yet. He stood behind him and he pulled her skirt up while rubbing his own member. She made her face him and he went down on her to kiss her wet and longing pu$$y. Oh, the bliss she felt getting head from this boy next door. He prepared her nicely for what he was going to do to her next. He made her face the other way where the tree is as he stood behind. He was ready and he put the condom on.
He eased his way inside of her and she moaned so lightly. He felt her wet tightness.
It had been a long while since she had a man inside of her so her warm wet insides gave him a similarly warm and wet welcome. Being a petite of a body frame, he could feel her tightness and he could tell that it's been a while since she's been used. He continued to thrust his length into her at an increasing pace. With each thrust, it gets faster and stronger. He couldn't help but grab her hair as he paced himself. Oh did she like it when her hair was grabbed. It reminded her how rough she's always wanted it. Otherwise, it wouldn't be as satisfying of a carnal experience overall. She gladly received his roughness and dominance. It sure activated her submissiveness which felt primal and natural.
The thrill of getting caught and the thrill of doing it outdoors where you can hear the Pacific ocean waves under the moonshine made it feel like the victory of checking off a sex fantasy bucket list. Unbelievable, except that both of them actually did it.
He went on and on to satisfy himself and as a result, it also satisfied her. They both peaked together at the same time. Their hushed moans and groans were the only witness to their insatiable desire. It was such a deliciously lustful gratification.
Pants were pulled up. Skirt was pulled down. Tops worn properly in its place. They ended the night by sharing one more torrid kiss. Good baby girl, he said. She blushed in the darkness.
They walked towards the motorbike hand in hand with smiles on their faces. Hopped on the ride and went back home to their own respective villas.
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Originally published at WOMANEASIER.COM