Crazy Vacation

We flew to Thailand for new experiences, sun, and sea, and we had a full 10 days to enjoy all of that. We checked into the hotel quickly, into a beautiful room with a balcony overlooking the garden and pool.

As is often the case with package tours, we were scheduled to meet with a tour operator representative, but my husband isn't particularly fond of such events; I choose the excursions and vacation activities, so I went down to the meeting alone. The hotel staircase was open and quite steep, and while admiring the hotel's inner courtyard, I tripped and practically flew down the stairs. Our vacation could have ended right there if it weren't for a tall

tanned guy who caught me on the landing between the steps. I was so scared that I was about to break my legs that I didn't immediately regain my ability to speak, and upon coming to my senses, I realized I was standing embraced with a stranger who was holding me with both hands below my back. I slowly raised my eyes to him; the guy seemed to be in shock himself, otherwise how to explain that he wasn't letting go.

"Sorry," I whispered and carefully tried to free myself from his grasp. The guy slowly ran his hands from my waist up to my chest and, taking a step back, brushed his thumbs over my nipples. But then he removed his hands so quickly that I didn't even realize whether it was done intentionally or if that was just his way of pushing me away. Embarrassed, I ran further down the stairs.

"Careful!" he called after me. Damn, he's Russian too, I could have at least said something to not look like a complete idiot.

Even during check-in, I noticed that only one group of guys had arrived with us. They were quite young, a group of three, talking loudly, constantly laughing, and giving the impression of cheerful and good-natured guys. Imagine my surprise when, a couple of minutes later, that same tanned guy who caught me joined them. After glancing at me, he smirked slyly, as if we shared some secret, and sat down with his friends. With nothing else to do, I watched them while waiting for the guide. They were discussing the flight, transvestites, and the availability of services in Thailand, making such comments and laughing so contagiously that I couldn't help but smile, even though I tried to show I wasn't listening and was reading something on my phone. Only the tanned guy didn't join in the general merriment. He sat a bit apart, also watching his friends, and occasionally casting attentive glances my way.

Finally, the guide appeared and started telling us about the hotel we were brought to and the excursions the tour operator offered on the island. The guys mainly asked questions about clubs, places to drink, have fun, and dance. I even envied their enthusiasm, and I wanted so badly to have a vacation like that that it apparently showed in my eyes. And the silent guy asked if I wanted to join them, while the others picked up on his initiative. The boys were much younger than me, but I was lucky with my looks and figure, and they probably didn't realize it. I laughed and said I really wanted to, but I was here with my husband and, if they didn't mind, we could join together. The guys noticeably saddened, but still continued to persuade me. Together, we learned about a boat trip to the Phi Phi Islands, where alcohol flows like water and the party continues all night; about an erotic show that you can not only watch but also participate in; about a trip to the mountains with accommodation in small houses and boating on the lake, and many other excursions. Moreover, I was attracted by the nature and art in these trips, while the guys were interested in completely different aspects. The other excursions didn't seem too interesting to us, but we synchronously booked spots on these three.

The guide left, and the guys suggested we continue getting acquainted at the bar. I decided to invite my husband and go with them; it's not like we were going to sit in the room on the first day of arrival. Especially since it was really fun with them, and my mood improved with every minute. Their looks and compliments contributed to this. I was wearing a tank top with straps and no bra, and short shorts, and the guys said that with a figure like mine, I shouldn't be watching an erotic show but participating in it. Blushing a little, I replied that I was too shy for that. And the silent guy responded that I could be shy as much as I wanted, and I even truly blushed, but my eyes gave me away, with little devils dancing in them. They spoke of my true desires. I even became a bit scared of what he saw there, because somewhere deep down, my desires truly went beyond the bounds of reason and the limits of decency established in society. But I never let them out.

So, laughing and chatting, we reached the bar, where we ordered our drinks. I chose a "Sex on the Beach," and the guys ordered beers, insisting on paying for my cocktail. We finally introduced ourselves; I introduced myself as Dasha. Their names were Lesha, Vadim, Sasha, and my accidental savior was named Denis. They were 25-27 years old, three were single, Alexey was married. But here he was alone because they were having a bachelor party. Not the one before the wedding, but just a guys' trip; they had agreed back in Moscow that they wouldn't limit themselves in anything during this trip and wouldn't deny themselves anything. So the guys were thirsty for adventures, new acquaintances, lots of girls, alcohol, and sex. We somehow immediately established such friendly communication that they happily and unabashedly discussed with me the prospects of their vacation. They were set on having a wild time, all the while not forgetting to lament that I was married and couldn't keep them company. And why, exactly, couldn't I? – I wanted to ask, but natural modesty didn't allow it. Soon my husband approached.

"This is Roman," I introduced him to the guys, "and these are the guys!" The guys introduced themselves by name, and to avoid any awkwardness between them, I handed Roma a glass and proposed a toast to a great vacation. Alcohol slowly seeped into our blood, everyone relaxed and started thinking about continuing the evening. We decided to go to some club together tonight. I initially tried to beg off by saying we were tired and should let the boys have fun on their own, but they wouldn't hear of parting. Indeed, we got along surprisingly easily; the conversation flowed so naturally that it seemed we had been friends for a long time and had even come together.

We agreed to meet right here in an hour, and my husband and I went up to the room to change and freshen up. Roma suggested I wear a short dress so the whole club could appreciate my slender legs, but I only had one mini dress with me, which was so thin that any underwear would show through unattractively. So we decided I would go without underwear. On the other hand, we were in the tropics, on Phuket, in such heat, many people don't wear underwear at all; I think I'd fit right into the local vibe. I put on makeup, did my hair, and, pleased with the result, went down to the bar with my husband. Judging by the guys' faces, I looked stunning. In principle, that was the result I was aiming for. After having another cocktail, we headed to the club.

I hadn't been to such places in ages, maybe never, because it was a huge space with a high ceiling and a crowd of people. There weren't just many of them; it was a throng. To move forward, you had to slowly make your way between other people's bodies. We tried to stay close to each other so as not to get lost. Lesha, Sasha, and Vadim walked ahead, then my husband, me behind him, and Denis brought up the rear of our procession, having lingered outside to finish his cigarette. After a few meters, I realized he was walking very close to me; I could even feel his breath on my neck. When someone from the crowd got too close, he would stretch out an arm as if shielding me, but since we were so close, he inadvertently brushed his fingers over my stomach or chest. Roma was walking ahead with all the others, and I was uncomfortable that I was allowing him to practically grope me. I stopped and turned to Denis.

"Why are you doing this?"

"Doing what?" – he seemed genuinely surprised. "Protecting you from dirty and sweaty people?"

I felt terribly awkward about my outburst. Maybe he really wasn't doing anything like that, and I was just imagining things. And the man was indeed pushing me away from the crowd.

I stood there not knowing how to respond or apologize when someone from behind shoved me sharply, and once again, by some law of meanness, I went flying into Denis. Only this time I was much closer, and as we remember, completely without underwear. One of his hands was on my lower back, holding me tightly against his chest, while the other slid up my thigh toward my buttocks, under my hitched dress right between my legs. I nearly choked on shock, indignation, and some other incomprehensible emotions when I realized his hand was on my bare ass, and two fingers were already inside me. Meanwhile, I couldn't even move because the crowd had suddenly closed in, and we were pressed against each other. On one hand, it calmed me that no one could see my bare ass; on the other, his hand on it didn't bring any peace.

I raised my head and saw his darkened gaze. He leaned toward my neck and took a deep breath, ran his nose along my cheekbone and hair, pressed me even tighter for a couple of seconds, pushing his fingers deeper inside, and reluctantly pulled away. I was shaking all over from fear, embarrassment, and the realization that I was aroused. God, I was wet inside, and he could feel it. Looking into my eyes, he brought his hand to his face, inhaled through his nose, and licked his fingers. Not knowing where to hide from the embarrassment, I turned away and realized we had lost the others. Around me, I saw only other people's backs and faces and had no idea where to look for them.

"It's useless now," Denis whispered in my ear, and I recoiled from him as if from fire. But he abruptly pulled me by the waist and pressed my back against his chest.

"It's dangerous to go alone; you could get pushed even harder," his lips were right at my ear. Leaning in further, he bit my earlobe and slightly sucked it in. One of his hands was stroking my stomach, while the other had already slipped down under my dress and was now familiarly hiking it up. Now he entered me from the front and, unlike the first time, began moving his fingers. I could feel my wetness flowing over his fingers, feel his erection, pressed tightly by strong hands. From the awareness that I was standing in the middle of a crowd with a strange guy, and he was fucking me with his hand, I was overcome by such a powerful orgasm that my legs buckled, and I practically lay on his chest. He carefully withdrew his fingers, adjusted my dress, took my hand, and led me forward as if nothing had happened. I moved on autopilot, on wobbly legs, still processing what had just happened. Suddenly, Roman and the other guys appeared before us, who had also been looking for us.

"Where did you disappear to?"

"Some big guy fell on us, almost crushed Dasha," Denis replied because I was still unable to speak.

Everyone looked at me so attentively and sympathetically that I almost cried. What if they saw something? No, definitely not, I would have understood from their reaction. I didn't know what I was more afraid of, that we might have been noticed or because of my lewd behavior. The guys decided we needed to drink to our reunion, and I wasn't against it either; after the last half hour, so much had happened that I needed a boost. The rest of the night we drank, danced, and laughed, and I practically forgot about the incident in the crowd, only occasionally catching Denis's heavy gaze on me.

***

The morning found us in a cool, cozy room. I opened my eyes and realized I felt wonderful. Despite yesterday's alcohol and all the worries, I woke up with a clear head and in a great mood. The nasty inner voice whispered to me that maybe it was because of the sudden orgasm I experienced yesterday, but I brushed it off and decided not to burden myself with unnecessary thoughts. Yes, the orgasm was incredible. Unexpected, strange, beyond my understanding and desire, but all the more vivid for it. And I really had nowhere to move away at that moment. So I convinced myself that it wasn't my fault, and I greeted the new day of vacation with renewed strength and joyful thoughts. The sun was already shining brightly outside, the ocean beckoned with its blue, and I wanted to get to it as soon as possible.

I took my phone off the charger and discovered it was only six in the morning. Apparently, the time zone change had affected me strangely. I had slept at most three hours but had fully rested, so I decided not to torture myself by lounging in bed but to go for a walk. Roma was sleeping, and I quietly slipped out of the room and went down to the beach. How beautiful it was after all! The ocean shimmered with all shades of blue, gently enveloping the beach sand with its soft waves. I walked along the beach toward a deserted cove where the hotels ended, and the trees descended almost into the water. It was a pity I hadn't brought my swimsuit because the water was so warm and inviting to swim that it was impossible to resist. Looking around, I didn't see a single soul on the beach and, without thinking twice, took off my sundress and entered the water. Even if someone came here from the main beach, I would have time to get out and get dressed, so I swam to my heart's content. It was an incomparable bliss when the waves enveloped every cell of my body, even the places usually covered by a swimsuit. I felt the water entering me, tickling my stomach and chest, and involuntarily began recalling yesterday's incident again.

Feeling myself getting aroused again, I surrendered to these emotions, deciding I could no longer do anything about them; I just needed to relax and accept them. What had happened had already happened, and the fact that goosebumps were creeping over me from these memories only lifted my mood.

I was about to get out when I saw a figure emerging from the woods. The guy was coming from the opposite side of the hotels, from where I least expected to see anyone, and was quickly approaching me. I wouldn't have had time to get out, so I considered the best solution to wait it out in the water. Imagine my surprise when I recognized the figure as Denis. Damn, was he following me? Of course not, I answered myself, because if he had been in the woods all this time, he must have left before me.

"Can't sleep either?" – he was fresh and cheerful at this early hour.

"Yes, I decided to take a swim while there's no one on the beach," – I emphasized the last words, hoping he would understand I didn't want company.

"I also wanted to take a walk and swim alone. But since you're here too, you can stay, we'll swim together."

He allows me to stay? That's some nerve!

"No, thank you! I'm probably going to go. Could you turn away?"

The guy immediately lowered his eyes to my chest, as if only now realizing I was swimming naked. And, even though it was underwater, judging by the way his eyes lit up, he saw everything he needed.

I immediately tried to cover my chest with my hands, but the guy didn't even think of turning away.

"You're right. No one needs to leave. Better I come to you," he began to undress.

"Don't you dare! I'm telling you, don't you dare!" – Denis remained in just his swim trunks – thank goodness for that – and stepped into the water straight toward me.

"Denis, we're adults. I'm married. You can't grope me whenever you feel like it."

"Why not?"

"Isn't it obvious?"

"Not to me. You want this, I can see it in your eyes. And not just your eyes."

Damn, I'm ready to sink into the ground. Cursed physiology.

"Listen, what happened yesterday... It was an accident. The vacation, the unfamiliar place, and it was really scary there! And it's known that fear and arousal go hand in hand somewhere!"

What am I babbling about? And he keeps approaching and looking intently into my eyes.

"Take your hands off."

"No."

"I'm telling you, take your hands off," he gently takes my wrists and pulls them back.

"Are you scared now?"

"No."

"Cold?"

"No, the water's warm, but what does that have to do with anything?!"

"Your nipples are hard."__P