VACATION SERENADE’ 
By Sabrina Smith Moses
ssmoses@yahoo.com  
© 2003 All Rights Reserved

I woke up at eight o’clock in the morning thinking about sex. It’s a blissful way to start the morning when you’re on vacation. 

I slowly slid my hand under the warm blanket and ran my open palm down the curve of my soft belly. Gently, I moved aside the thin elastic band of my panties and coaxed my fingers over the cottony muff of curls. All the while, my fuzzy mind wandered back to the evening before. I fantasized about the young waiter from the restaurant downstairs. Someone whose prime, good looks made me wet with desire.

I recalled the sensual curve of his lips as he smiled down at me with the water pitcher. His dark, thick hair swept back from the chiseled features of his face, revealing doe brown eyes that twinkled with amusement when he looked down at me. I also remembered the fine contours of his lean physique beneath the uniform of a white shirt and black pant which added fuel to my wet dream.

My breath became soft streams of heated air as my digits wandered further down in the cottony warmth of my panties. The folds of my flesh pulsed with warm moistness as I let my fingers gently skim over the opening to my sex, then glided two fingers over the swell of my neither lips. I stroked back and forth with a gradually mounting tempo mimicking the raise and fall of the waves of the ocean outside my hotel window.

I was floating on the ocean of my desire. Not fully awake, not asleep, but in the lull of a wonderful, wet dream of my own creation. A goddess of my own sensual passions.

My heart raced faster with each stroke of my fingers.  I let out a low moan of delicious frustration, shifting myself to one side to allow my fingers better access to my rapidly growing desire. Gingerly, I slipped my fingers deep into my hot, wet, sex. I gasped as red-hot passion flooded through my entire body. 

My belly fluttered, my sticky wet sex pulsed wildly in time with my fingers that moved in and out with increasing speed. I sucked in a ragged breath as my whole body anticipated the blissful release of unspeakable pleasure, which was coming on fast and strong.

Through the self-induced heated haze, I recalled the young waiter, his smile, the twinkle in his brown eyes. The fantasy I had created had become too much for me to bare. My entire being coiled tightly around my fingers seeking release. With a loud, wild cry, the orgasm swept through my body like the waves upon the shoreline during a storm. Everything inside me flooded out with relief and I went blissfully limp under the sheets.

A few moments passed. My heart slowed its pace and my breathing became normal once again. Glancing at the clock beside the bed, I slowly rose from the rumpled bedcovers. It was going to be a beautiful day and, after my shower, perhaps I’d go downstairs to the restaurant for breakfast. And, maybe, just maybe, the waiter with doe brown eyes would be there again.

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La Casa del Mar was just want its name implied—a house by the sea. However, it was more than a house, it was a small, quaint hotel with thirty rooms. It sat on a sandy beach facing the rolling waves of the jeweled sea. Downstairs was the front desk area and lobby, and, just beyond that was a little restaurant where delicious meals where prepared fresh every day. It was paradise incarnate.  

After my morning shower, I dressed and went downstairs for breakfast. I was famished and looking forward to the day ahead.

“Dee-ana Hamilton?” The elderly desk clerk inquired as I breezed past the counter towards the restaurant.

“Si. I’m Diana Hamilton,” I stopped and nodded.

“There is a message for you, senorita.” He smiled and held out a fold piece of paper.

I thanked the gentleman and took the note.

‘Diana: Please contact New York office ASAP’

Oh shit. What did the office want? I was on vacation. Bound and determined not to let work drag me away from this peaceful paradise, I crumpled the note into a wad and sent it flying into the wastebasket behind the counter.

“No return message, senorita?” The desk clerk asked with an amused smirk.

I shook my head, turned on my heel, and continued towards the restaurant where the smell of bacon, eggs and coffee filled the air. The New York office could wait. I had made up my mind that fun was the only thing on my agenda for the entire holiday—and I was sticking to it.

The eggs and bacon smelled heavenly. Picking up my fork, I casually glanced around the room with mild disappointment. My waiter with doe brown eyes wasn’t working this morning, so I dove into my breakfast plate instead and silently mused over why the office had tried to contact me when I was on vacation. 

As I finished my breakfast plate, two distinctively male voices caught my attention from across the room.  They spoke rapidly in Spanish and, despite their jovial tones, I couldn’t quite tell what they were saying. Then, I saw my doe-eyed waiter crossing the room to where I was seated.

My heart pounded wildly in my chest, though I tried to remain calm. 

“Buenos dias, senorita. We meet again, no?”

He was dressed casually in tight fitting denim jeans with a black tee-shirt over his well-toned torso. I tried not to stare to boldly and, smiling, gestured for him to take a seat across from me.

“My name’s Diana. I’m sorry I didn’t get a chance to introduce myself last night. Jet-lag does that, you know.” I blushed despite myself.

“I’m Paco and my friend, over there, is Manuel,” he nodded to another young man who was waiting by the restaurant entrance. “We were saying that today would be a lovely day to go down to the beach. It’s beautiful there. Perhaps, maybe, we might see you there, no?”

I didn’t know if it was an invitation or just a polite comment.

“Yes, I like to sunbathe. Is the beach rather private?”

“It’s very peaceful there. People come and go, but you can do anything you like on the beach,” he replied with a wicked grin.

My body flushed at the delicious hint of naughtiness in his tone. There was more to our casual conversation than, I think, we both would admit to.

Nodding, I told Paco that I would plan to come down to the beach after breakfast.

Paco gracefully rose from his chair.

“Bien, Diana.” He scooped my hand into his. Warmth spread like a wild fire through me as he pressed his lips to the back of my hand. “Manuel and I will see you at the beach, no?”

“Si,” I managed to reply as he tenderly released my hand and turned towards the door. 

I watched the young men leave the restaurant together as I finished my cup of coffee. I couldn’t help but smile. Sunbathing on the beach—yes, it was defiantly
going to be a beautiful day.

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After my delicious breakfast, I returned to my hotel room to change out of my clothes. I wondered if topless bathing was allowed on the beach. Paco never said that the beach was private, just peaceful. So I strapped on my thin top just to be on the safe side, slipped into my tiny, barely there bottom-half, grabbed my beach bag and headed down to the sunny shoreline.

Waves lapped wildly over the sandy beach. The noon day sun shone like a large, bright orange in a cloudless, blue sky. I took off my sandals and toss them into my bag as I made my way slowly down a sand crusted boardwalk towards the beach. 

The warmth of the sand enveloped my toes as I casually strolled along. Paco was right, the beach was peaceful. A little boy and his dog ran along the shore playfully and a couple bobbed up and down caught up in their own amusement in the crashing waves.

I came across a special spot just up the shoreline from the bit of activity and spread out my large blanket upon the warm sand. Pouring a liberal amount of oil into my cupped palm, I began to rub down my body with the coconut scented lubricant. It seems odd, but I believe I’m one of the minority of Americans now who enjoys a good, old-fashioned sun bath. Oh, I’m careful and use sunscreen too, but it still surprises me how the general public has begun to frown upon such a relaxing past time.

Cautiously, I glanced around. Since I didn’t see anyone paying me no attention, I thought, what the heck and removed my top, exposing my breasts to the sun’s inviting rays. After soaking my top half with oil, I laid back on the blanket, closed my eyes and enjoyed the warmth of the noon sun upon my entire body.

Time passed, but it seemed limitless to me as I laid on my blanket listening to the rolling waves of the ocean and the cries of the occasional seagulls overhead. The laughter of the couple somewhere down the beach, the bark of the dog, the giggle of the little boy were like a symphony of pleasurable sounds around me. I wondered if I had stumbled into paradise, for sure.

Behind my closed eyelids, I suddenly became aware of the fact that something, or someone, was blocking my sun rays. Shielding my eyes with my hand, I opened my eyes and glanced up.

“Well, hello again,” I smiled up into the obviously flabbergasted faces of Paco, and his friend, Manuel.

“Oh aye!” Manuel blinked, then blushed a deep crimson, but didn’t avert his eyes from my breasts.

Paco cleared his throat.

“Do you always bathe in the sun like this, Diana?” Paco asked as corner of his sensual lips tugged into an amused smile.

“Sometimes,” I replied coyly, but modesty kicked in and I reached for the top-half of my suit beside my beach bag.

Manuel said something to Paco in Spanish, then turned and ran down to the ocean, diving into the waves.

Paco laughed, squatting down beside me to sit on the edge of my beach blanket.

“I hope I didn’t embarrass your friend,” I smiled over at Paco, tying the string to my top around my neck.

“Embarrass? Oh no, senorita, we are not embarrassed.  Manuel and I, we adore women who love their body, like you do. We were just surprised because you are—

He paused. Again, Paco’s doe brown eyes held me spellbound. I could feel a spark igniting in the air between us. I blinked, breaking the moment.

“I am what?” I was genuinely curious.

“Please take no offense, but you are an American.”

It was my turn to laugh. 

“Oh, is that it?” 

My laughter broke some of the tension surrounding us.  Paco and I continued with a bit of small talk—did I like La Casa del Mar, how long was I going to stay, and so on. We watched as Manuel made his way back from the rolling waves to the beach towel where we were still friendly chatting.

I noticed that Paco and Manuel were both wearing swimming trunks. Manuel’s were red, Paco’s blue.  Both men were in the prime of their manhood, but Paco was more lean than Manuel, who was a head shorter than Paco and a bit more stout. Their deep, rich brown skin paid homage to their mutual love of the sun and surf as well as their Latin backgrounds. 

Although I knew only enough Spanish to get me by, I was always charmed when I heard the language spoken with a native tongue—especially when spoken by a man.  Maybe I had seen one too many Antonio Bandaras movies,
but I was sexually enraptured by fantasies of Latin lovers.

Paco and Manuel’s conversation flowed over my head, followed by a series of smiles and nods.

Paco turned to me. “We were saying that the noon time sun is making the beach to hot. Manuel has invited us back to his house for a cool drink. Would you like to go?”

I looked up at Manuel and smiled.

“You come, Dee-ana?” Manuel asked sincerely with the sun glimmering in the dark pools of his eyes.

“Yes, si. I’d love to,” I replied with a nod as Paco helped me to my feet and Manuel quickly packed up my beach bag.

We didn’t have to walk far from the sunny beach.  Manuel’s casa was a small little hut-like building close near the lovely seaside place I would call paradise.

All three of us took turns outside the door rinsing off the sand from our skin with a garden hose before we entered the cozy little casa. The cold shock of the water over my chest caused my nipples to jut upright beneath the thin material. I silently mused if the guys had noticed, but Manuel went inside and brought out a large, terry cloth bathrobe for me to cover my dampened exterior and a towel for Paco and himself.

Seated in the small, cozy living room, Paco told me that he was studying English and hoped to find a job in the States. Manuel, he said, was an guitarist and played with his amigos in a band at a local cantina when they both weren’t working part-time at La Casa del Mar. 

I listened with sincere interest to Paco. Manuel had poured me a couple of glass of wine. I nibbled on a plate of cheese that he had provided on the coffee table in front of the plush sofa and began to relax in the company of the two handsome, young men.

Paco was seated beside me on the sofa. Maybe it was the wine or the expanding heat of the afternoon in the small casa, but I could almost detect a low hum of erotic energy pulsing from between Paco and myself.  Manuel didn’t seem to notice, seated across from us on a well-worn chair and sipping a Corona with lime. 

“Diana, Manuel’s written a new song. Would you like to hear it?” Paco inquired, nodding over to his amigo with a wide smile.

“A song? Oh, I’d love to hear it—please!”

Manuel didn’t need much coaxing when Paco translated what he had just told me. A few moments passed as Manuel leaped from his chair and went into the next room and returned with a guitar around his neck.

Paco leaned closer to me on the sofa. The warmth of his presence filling my personal space with tingling expectancy. I held my breath.

“I will now translate for you, Diana, what Manuel is singing, okay?”

I nodded, taking my last sip of wine and placed my empty glass on the coffee table that separated Manuel from the two of us on the sofa.

Manuel tuned the guitar and muttered something with a nervous chuckle.

“He says he wrote this song about a girl he once knew.”

The guitar came to life under Manuel’s limber fingers as he began to strum the strings. I settled back on the sofa and listened as Manuel played. He held the guitar to his chest and caressed it tenderly with his hands like a familiar lover. Then, he began to sing.

“He is saying his love has lips like a red, red rose,” Paco whispered in my ear as he slowly, smoothly placed his arm around my shoulder and drew me confidently closer to him.

The heat in the room crept up a notch.

“How beautiful she is, his love, and how even more beautiful are her lips.” The warmth of Paco’s breath sent waves of desire through my body as I leaned into
his embrace.

“He is saying that her lips are like petals of a flower, delicate and soft.”

I turned from Manuel’s gentle serenading and looked into Paco’s eyes. I could have sworn that his dark eyes reflected the same potent feelings that were swirling around in my belly too.

“He wants to kiss them, to taste their lush petals
with his own lips.” 

I ran my tongue over my bottom lip, silently inviting Paco to lean closer to my gradually upturning chin.  His arm held me tighter as he slowly pulled me towards his face and cupped my chin with his other hand.

“He wants to kiss her, needs to kiss her because she
is—

Paco’s voice trailed off as his mouth captured my own in a full, erotic kiss. It was the kind of kiss that made me melt like cheese on a hot burrito. I felt the sizzle of our lips from behind closed eyelids. The moment faded out to blissful nothingness—nothing existed, not Manuel, not the guitar, not the song, nothing but our kiss.

A soft click of the door snapped me out of the blissful trance. I glanced over to where Manuel had been seated. All that remained was his guitar propped upright on the now empty chair.

Paco was still holding me tight.

“Diana?” He asked in a ragged voice laced with desire and gravity. I didn’t need a translator to understand the implications of his unspoken inquiry.

I returned my attention to Paco and ran my hands up, over his strong, well-toned shoulders and drew his lips back down to mine. This time the kiss was slower and well-calculated as I savored every inch of his lime-flavored lips. The low hum between our bodies generated to an electric buzz as his warm hands gradually dropped to the tie of my borrowed terry cloth robe.

Paco peeled his lips from mine and slowly untied the robe, looking into my eyes again. 

“Oh aye!” he drew another breath as my robe draped aside, revealing my sunkissed breasts still nestled in the bikini top. My nipples pressed against the thin material, creating an obvious outline of my arousal.

The room filled with the lingering scent of coconut as he removed the terry cloth from my shoulders and bent forward to plant small, tender kisses upon my golden, warm skin. I arched into his kisses like a moth drawn to a flame.

The softness of his lips grazed over the swell of one of my breast. I gave a low moan of encouragement.  His fingers loosen the ties of the top behind my neck  
and let the thin material slip away to reveal myself fully to his eager lips and hands.

“Que bonita!” he exclaimed in a heated breath as he cupped my golden globes in his palms. My breasts tingled in the warmth of his hands sending erotic sparks throughout my entire body as Paco bent forward once more and tenderly drew a nipple between his lips.

Our mutual groans of excitement filled the room as he ravished my areola with his talented tongue, then, effortlessly, glided his attentions to the other nipple in turn. The passionate feelings that stirred my sensitive nipples sent out ripples of excitement throughout my entire being—and I wanted more.

“It’s your turn now,” I panted, prying Paco’s exquisite mouth from my aroused nipples.

Gently pushing Paco back against the plush cushion of the sofa, I slid my hands down his firm, young body and tugged at the towel around his waist.

The towel fell away, revealing the thick outline of his penis pressed snugly against his blue bathing trunks. I leaned forward and kissed him again, flicking my tongue into his mouth, teasingly, as I pulled away.

“Oh aye! Mi Dios!” Paco groaned as I slowly lapped my tongue down the fine contours of his chest towards the waistband of his trunks. 

Hooking the elastic with my fingers, I gradually slid the blue trunks down the sensitive trail of skin between his belly button and his eager sex, exposing it to my tender, butterfly kisses. Paco raised his hips from the sofa, allowing me ease as I slid the trunks away and fully exposed himself to my eager, hungry mouth.

With another coaxing groan, Paco ran his fingers gently through my hair, silently following the trail of my desire as I made my way towards his erect cock.  I inhaled deeply the musky scent of his manly arousal. The dark curls tantalized my senses as I curled my fingers around the circumference of his thickened cock and slowly brought its entire length up to my lips.

“Oh aye, Diana!” Paco moaned as his body braced for the next wave of pleasure I was about to bestow upon him.

I glided my tongue over his stiffened member. I savored the flavor of his hardened flesh, enjoying the delicious friction between his cock and my mouth as I took him—inch by inch. As my tongue swirled up and down the length of his penis, I lightly grazed my fingernails, teasingly, along the soft skin of his inner thighs. 

Paco responded to my light scratches and with each swipe of my tongue over his hardened member. Drawing deep breaths, I knew he was struggling to remain in control, but the quiver in his body told me otherwise. I felt the pulsating tension spreading through the lower half of his body as his fingers coiled tighter around my hair.

“Por favor,” he implored in a feverish whisper, “Not just yet, por favor.” I raised my head slowly, removing the slick penis from my lips just as a tiny, pearly droplet glistened from the cockhead’s narrow slit.

Paco held my gaze for a moment. His doe brown eyes shone with the intensity of a dark fire burning, out of control. He smiled down at me mischievously, a wicked diablo for my own amatory pleasure, with a thick cock that jutted upright from between his well-toned thighs, ready and eager to please. I rose before him, my body feverishly flushing with wanton desires. Precariously, I tugged at the strings of my bikini bottoms. The tiny piece of material slid down my legs and landed on the floor at my ankles. Paco gave a low moan of approval as I gingerly stepped out of the bottoms and brushed aside the discarded material with my foot. 

The heady scent of my arousal was thick in the air as I slowly straddled his legs with my tanned thighs.  Paco reached behind me to caress the smooth cheeks of my ass. The sensation of his touch caused a fluttery pang through my pussy, but I resisted an urge to impale myself upon his stiff cock to soon.

My own lusty musings seemed were clearly reflected in the young man’s eyes. Paco slithered one arm around my waist and delicately, with his other hand, ran a finger between my legs and felt the hot, slick moisture of my sex. 

I drew in a quick breath, rocking my hips against the feathery strokes of his delving digit. The ache in my pussy expanded and every sense in my body was taut, begging for release from the mounting, carnal tension. It was my turn to struggle for control as my heart throbbed wildly like a drumbeat in my ears.

Paco flashed me a grin. My entire body shimmered with desire, I leaned forward and sought his lips for another kiss. 

“Por favor, Diana, I want to make love to you,” Paco panted breathlessly as he withdrew his lips from mine.

“Oh, yes.” I smiled, “Si!” Gradually lowering my hips onto his fully erect cock.

We both mutually groaned. Our bodies melted together
in the heat of the afternoon as my pussy enveloped every inch of him. I slid into place upon his trembling thighs. Spreading his hands over my hips, Paco’s thighs thrust upward, meeting my downward glides with hot, feverish intensity as we began to move together in the primal passions of lovemaking! 
The sofa creaked under the weight of our rocking movements as the carnal desire of the moment reached a heated pitch. Wrapping my arms around his firm shoulders, I drew Paco closer. The musky scent of sex filled the air as our bodies pumped together,  feverishly seeking release. 

“Oh aye!” Paco cried out as my pussy clinched him wildly and my orgasm rippled through our conjoined bodies.

Still transfix upon his tense thighs, I shivered with blissful relief as Paco’s cock twitched deep inside my pussy.

“Oh, Diana, I can not—aye!” Paco suddenly exclaimed as his orgasm rose uncontrollably through his entire body.

A gush of sticky warmth filled my sensitive sex as Paco moaned, his hips jerking against mine. After the strong sensations subsided, we silently cradled together sharing the bliss of the moment.

“Que bontia, Diana. Que bonita!” Paco spoke first, his voice quivering with rapture.

I pulled away from his embrace and gazed deeply into my young lover’s doe brown eyes.

“Muchos gracias, Paco. Yes, it was very beautiful,” I assured him softly and, with a smile, drew my lips to his one more time.

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Paco and I walked back along the strip of beach, hand
in hand, like long time lovers. The golden sun cast our shadows on the sand as it had begun to sink into the western sky. The heated passions of the day still lingered in my body and Paco’s kisses were still fresh on my lips as we strolled back to La Casa del Mar.

“I would love to see you again, Diana,” Paco said sincerely as we stopped at my hotel door.

“I’d like that too,” I replied, encircling my arms around his waist and pressing his well-toned body against mine.

“Tonight, Manuel and his amigos will be playing at the cantina. Would you like to come with me?”

“Oh, yes. Si!” I nodded.

Paco’s lips brushed mine with a feather-light kiss.

“And maybe, Diana, they will serenade us, no?” He whispered in my ear, the warmth of his breath sending  goosebumps over my body.

“Oh aye, Paco!” I sighed as his lips trailed down the side of my neck.

Yes, this promised to be another vacation serenade that I would not soon forget!

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