The Best Vacation Start I’ve Ever Had

I’d spent almost two weeks avoiding all of them. Not because I was in a bad mood or having some passing whim, but because I wanted them to reach that weekend with their desire fully built up. That was my way of setting the stage: giving them time, making them wait, and showing up only when the moment was right. Vacations don’t start on their own; you have to build them.

The office plan came up Thursday morning, when Marcos came over to my desk with that smile of his, the one he wears when he has something in mind. He told me several people on the team wanted to have a toast on Friday after work, since several of us were starting vacation at the same time. I asked who was going. Luciano and Tomás, the two youngest in the department. And Darío, who took part in almost everything that got organized. I thought about it for exactly as long as it took me to open my mouth.

—Count me in —I told him.

Four men, last workday, no return date. Not a bad way to start.

On Thursday afternoon I left work with my head somewhere else. I went to the supermarket, filled the cart with everything I’d need so I wouldn’t have to leave home for several days, and then I walked to Alfredo’s bookstore. I hadn’t stopped by in more than two months, and that was time enough for him to collect with interest.

Alfredo was in his fifties, had big hands, and that particular way of looking over the top of his glasses when something caught his attention. He always wore the same navy-blue apron and was never in a hurry. We’d known each other for a long time, first as customer and seller, and later as something that had no name but worked well for both of us.

When I arrived he was already pulling down the shutter. He saw me from inside, hesitated for a moment, and then raised it again without saying a word. I went in, he closed it behind me, and when I turned to greet him he already had me in his arms with his nose buried in my neck.

—Two months —he said softly—. Two fucking months without seeing you, without smelling you, without fucking you. I nearly went crazy jerking off thinking about your cunt.

—I know. I was a disaster.

I apologized for the hour and told him I was exhausted, that it had been a long week and I only wanted to pick up something to eat and keep going. He listened without interrupting me, pressed me a little tighter against him, and then told me he wanted to take care of me for once, to let him give back some of everything I’d given him over the years.

I didn’t think about it too much. Tiredness sometimes lowers your defenses in a way that isn’t entirely unwelcome.

He led me to the back room he used as a bedroom when he stayed late organizing stock. He made me sit on the edge of the bed and knelt in front of me to take off my shoes. Then he moved up my calves with a calm that surprised me from the start: there was no urgency, no clumsiness. Only his hands moving slowly over my skin as if he had all the time in the world.

—Today I’m the one leaving you alone —he repeated, almost to himself—. Today I’m going to lick you until you beg me to stop.

He took off my blouse, unfastened my bra, and let it fall onto my skirt. He stared at my tits like it was the first time, then lowered his mouth and sucked one nipple all the way in, tugging it with his teeth until a gasp slipped out of me. He did the same to the other, slower, nipping it lightly while he pinched the one he had free between thumb and forefinger. I was already soaking my cunt before he even touched my skirt.

—Take everything off me —I told him—. I can’t take it anymore.

He yanked my skirt and panties down and I was left naked in front of him, my legs still together. He opened them with both hands, unhurried, and stared at my sex with his mouth slightly open.

—You’re dripping —he murmured—. Look how you shine.

I lay back when he asked me to. He started from my feet and worked his way up, centimeter by centimeter, with his mouth: ankles, knees, the inside of my thighs. By the time he got where I’d already needed him to get, I was completely relaxed and completely awake at the same time. That contradiction that only shows up when someone knows exactly what they’re doing.

He spread my cunt lips with his thumbs and ran his whole tongue over me, bottom to top, finishing with a slow circle over my clit. My back arched. He did it again, and again, until I lost track of the rhythm. Then he buried his tongue inside me, fucking me with it like a little cock, in and out, and sucked up every drop of juice with greedy hunger. When he went back to my clit it was already swollen, and he didn’t let up: he licked it, sucked it, pulled the whole thing into his mouth and worked it with the tip of his tongue nonstop while he pushed two fingers deep into me and curled them, looking for the right spot inside.

What looked like it was going to end quickly took much longer, and that made it better. I grabbed his head with both hands and rode his face shamelessly, moving my hips against his mouth. When I came it was long and clean, the kind of release that leaves you speechless for a few seconds. I shook all over against his mouth and he didn’t let go, kept sucking me while I came, swallowing everything that came out of my cunt.

—Holy fuck —I panted—. Holy fuck, Alfredo.

He stood up, unbuttoned his pants, and let them drop. His cock was rock hard, thick, the tip shiny with pre-cum. I climbed onto the edge of the bed and took it in my hand, squeezing from the base to the tip a couple of times before opening my mouth and taking him halfway in. I ran my tongue underneath, over the frenulum, and he let out a hoarse growl.

—Not like that —he said, pulling back—. If you do that I’ll come right away and I still want to fuck you.

He laid me on my back, opened my legs, and settled between them. He put the head of his cock at the entrance to my cunt and rubbed it there for a while, getting it wet, not pushing in yet. I lifted my pelvis toward him and he laughed.

—Ask for it.

—Put it in me, for fuck’s sake.

He pushed in all at once and sank all the way to the hilt. I closed my eyes and let out a long moan. He started slowly, with deep thrusts, pulling almost all the way out before shoving back in. Then he moved up to my breasts, took them both in his hands, and pressed them together to lick them while he fucked me harder and harder. He was one of those men who don’t separate things: everything went together, everything had continuity. Tits, mouth, cock, all working at the same time, without pause.

He turned me on my side, lifted one leg over his shoulder, and went back in at that angle that hits differently. The bed creaked. I dug my nails into his arm. I came a second time with him inside me, clamping down on his cock with the spasms, and he had to hold back so he wouldn’t finish right then and there.

—Tell me when you’re close —I asked him, my voice broken.

He put me on all fours and grabbed my hips. From behind he fucked me faster, rougher, and the sound of his pelvis slamming against my ass filled the whole room. He pulled my hair, not hard, just enough to arch my back. He leaned over me and bit my shoulder.

—Now —he said a few minutes later.

I slid down, knelt in front of him, and took him in my mouth just in time. The first wave hit my palate. He grabbed his cock with one hand and jerked himself off over my tongue while I looked up at him from below, mouth open, letting him fill me. I swallowed it all, every last drop, and then ran my tongue over the tip to clean him off. It was the least I could do after two months away.

The heat of the back room and the accumulated fatigue got the better of me. We fell asleep without meaning to. I woke when light was already slipping in through the crack under the shutter, with Alfredo’s arm weighing across my chest. I slipped out on tiptoe, leaving him snoring.

***

Friday at the office went slowly, the way the last days before vacation always do. People are physically present but no longer really there. At six on the dot Marcos gathered the group in the entry hall and the five of us walked together to his apartment, which was only a few blocks away. He had a bag of beers with him. I went as I was: linen skirt, sandals, and my hair tied up any old way.

The apartment was spacious and had a terrace with a small pool, but enough for what we had in mind. By the time we got upstairs it was already getting dark. Someone put on music, someone opened the beers, and in less than ten minutes the five of us were in the water.

Without clothes. That didn’t require much negotiation either.

The water was warm and the beer cold, and I took up position in the middle without thinking too much about it. Tomás was the first to come close, hands on my waist and his mouth near my ear. He ran one hand over my belly, slid down to my pubis, and slipped two fingers into my cunt right there in the water while he bit my earlobe.

—You’re already open —he whispered—. Nice.

Then Marcos came over from the other side. He grabbed one breast in each hand and squeezed them from behind, pinching my nipples until they stood hard under the water. I felt his cock pressing against my lower back, hard, searching for a place.

Luciano went under for a moment and I felt his tongue between my legs beneath the water, cold and precise. He sucked my clit with his mouth closed, holding his breath, and when he came up for air he dove back under. I looked up and Darío was in front of me, watching me with that calm of his that in the office had always seemed puzzling to me and in that context was something completely different. His cock was out of the water, thick and vein-streaked, resting against the edge of the pool.

I bent my back and took him in my mouth. He sank down my throat and he took my nape in his hand without squeezing, guiding my rhythm. I licked his tip, took him all the way in, worked him with my tongue underneath. Behind me, Tomás had replaced his fingers with his cock and was fucking me slowly, the water rippling around us. Marcos kept squeezing my tits and pinching my nipples every time Darío pushed my head against his cock.

We stayed like that a good while, changing positions without anyone needing to say a thing, with the sound of water and the music in the background mixing with everything else. I came there, hanging onto the edge of the pool, with Luciano licking my clit from below and Darío in my mouth. The night was warm and none of us was in a hurry to get out of the water. Darío had something that had caught my attention for a long time at work: he was quiet, but when he decided to act, he did it seriously, with no half measures. In the water I confirmed it. Every movement was deliberate, without hesitation. I liked that.

We got out when our fingers started to wrinkle. Marcos brought towels and we stretched out on the big sofa on the terrace, one of those that’s almost a bed.

I settled in the middle. Luciano lay down beneath me and I grabbed his cock with my hand, rested it at the entrance to my cunt, and lowered myself slowly, feeling him go in centimeter by centimeter until he sank to the base. A long moan escaped me. I started moving on top of him, grinding against him with my hips. Darío positioned himself behind me and I felt his hands spreading my ass cheeks apart. He spat on my ass and spread the saliva with his thumb, slipping just the tip in first to prepare me.

—Slowly —I asked—. It’s not the part I use most.

I leaned forward over Luciano’s chest, offering him the angle, and felt him advance carefully, the tip first, giving me time to adjust before continuing. He went in little by little, pausing every time I tightened, until at some point I felt his hips against my ass. I stayed still for a few seconds, breathing, with both cocks inside me at the same time.

When the two of them found the rhythm, the world shrank to those two simultaneous presences, to that double fullness unlike anything else. I could feel Luciano in my cunt and Darío in my ass, separated only by a wall of flesh, brushing against each other through me. I closed my eyes. Tomás was standing in front of me and I took him in my hand, then with my mouth. He pushed himself in to the hilt and pulled out slowly, letting me lick his whole shaft before shoving back in. Marcos waited off to the side, watching, stroking himself slowly.

—I’m not leaving you unattended —I told him between breaths, and he laughed. I stretched out my hand and he came close enough for me to take him. I worked him with my fist while Tomás fucked my mouth and the other two fucked me from below.

The night went on like that for hours, with changes nobody had to coordinate because they happened on their own, with that fluid logic that appears among people who know each other and can read the signals. Marcos filled my mouth with semen at one point and I swallowed it without stopping moving on top of the other two cocks. Later Tomás came all over my tits, thick ropes that fell between my nipples and ran down my belly. I came several times. I lost count sometime after the third orgasm, which came when Darío was behind me and Marcos was biting my neck harder than necessary. Luciano came inside me almost at the same time, gripping my hips with both hands, and I felt the throbbing of his cock unloading inside my cunt while Darío kept fucking my ass from behind. When Darío finished, it was outside, over my back, with a long growl while he squeezed my butt cheeks with both hands.

I didn’t complain.

When it was all over, nobody talked much. We opened more beers, someone found a different playlist, and we stayed sprawled out on the terrace looking up at the city’s starless sky. It was past three in the morning. The music played softly and the air was still warm. Luciano fell asleep first. Then Tomás. Marcos and Darío talked for a while about something I no longer followed.

I left a little before dawn, my hair still damp and my legs weak. In the elevator I looked at myself in the mirror and laughed alone.

Vacation started. Everything after that was a bonus.