Women Reveal Their Steamiest Vacation Sex Stories
There's a funny one-liner that goes, “When the bed goes rocking, you don't come knocking."
This especially goes for those steamy hookups abroad, better known as vacation sex.
Sure, sex is usually always good no matter where you have it, but vacation sex is all about ditching the stressors of daily life and getting it on in a more experimental and adventurous environment.
Whether it's making out on the beach, in the car while on a road trip or in a wild jungle during your weekend escape, it's that unforgettable element that makes vacation sex so exciting.
Let these vacation sex stories inspire you to make the most of your erotic escape:
While the train chugged away
I was traveling back with my boyfriend in Japan via train and was perched comfortably in an AC two-tier train. As horny as I was, I couldn't keep my hands off my man. Lucky for us, we didn't have anyone traveling in the same car, so after our tickets were checked, the moment was ours. I went down on him in a jiffy and matched the rate of the train's wheels. We went from missionary to doggy and any other position you could imagine. Even though we did stop at a local station on the way, his thrusts didn't.
– Koo, 26
We went from missionary to doggy and any other position you could imagine. Even though we did stop at a local station on the way, his thrusts didn't.
A business trip gone wild
This happened last week on a trip to London from Los Angeles. While waiting in the airport lounge, we found out our flight was delayed for a good three hours. With nowhere to go and nothing much to do, my co-worker (a handsome, brawny Latino man with the looks of a Hollywood demigod) and I got chatting. I asked him about his girlfriend (he didn't seem too happy with his romantic life) and probed further. The bulge in his pants seemed decent, and I wanted action. Ten minutes into the conversation, I slipped him a note and strutted away to the washroom. My Latino lover came right up to me and wrapped his hands around my waist. He yanked me into a cubicle and mounted me on the wall, while his fingers slid my panties away. I haven't been thrusted so hard in a while. I felt like a virgin again.
— Emaa, 32
He yanked me into a cubicle and mounted me on the wall, while his fingers slid my panties away. I haven't been thrusted so hard in a while. I felt like a virgin again.
Under the moonlit night
It was our second wedding anniversary, and Andy and I decided to take a trip to Las Vegas. During dinner on our first night, I whispered into my man's ears, asking him to have sex under the moonlit skies. An hour into the wild, passionate lovemaking, every inch of my body was covered with mosquitoes bites and hickeys all the way 'til the next morning. I didn't know which ones were from my man and which ones were from the mosquitoes. I can never forget that adventurous night. After all, what happens in Vegas stays in Vegas!
— Samiksha, 28
Every inch of my body was covered with mosquitoes bites and hickeys all the way 'til the next morning.
We literally tore the sheets
As a young, independent working woman from Spain, I am quite comfortable with my sexual needs. I was on a trip to a village by the sea, where I met a bartender who poured the most amazing cocktails. His name was Jude, and he was a local, rugged Spaniard in his 20s. My colleague and his roomie left for their room, while I kept flirting with the bartender. I took him back to my room, where I spent the night riding him away, and boy, did he match my prowess. He knew the right spots on me, especially where to bite. From my nipples to my neck to my navel to my thighs, I had hickeys all over. Every hickey was worth the ordeal. Jude and I are still in touch; I can never forget that night.
— Amanda, 36
He knew the right spots on me, especially where to bite.
Banging the hot waiter at my hotel
My group of friends and I went on a road trip to Florida to chill out before we began our internships. We stayed by a three-star, hippie-infested shack, just like we wanted. My friends went out to a party the first night, and I was home alone, when I heard a knock on my door. I was busy in the shower, thinking about the hot Spanish men who roamed in their speedos, when I heard the knocking again. Upon opening the door, I saw Alex, a hot, tanned, tattooed waiter waiting to deliver a message. I dropped my towel and pulled him in. He obliged with deep bites, full-force thrusts and plenty of man-juice showers. I couldn't stop, but he had to leave for his duty in an hour, too.
I dropped my towel and pulled him in. He obliged with deep bites, full-force thrusts and plenty of man juice showers. I couldn't stop, but he had to leave for his duty in an hour, too.
I knew I was late for the party when my phone began to ring. I didn't want to leave the waiter, but he had to go, and so did I!
— April, 27