Meet Marco Romano, Hero from VACATION SOUVENIR

Hello, I'm Marco Romano. You can read more about me in VACATION SOUVENIR by Paz Edwards. I have to tell you this: You never know what may happen when you go on vacation. You plan one thing and something else happens. I planned on enjoying my vacation alone, but then I've found myself attracted to a woman I saw on the beach. We met under unusual circumstances. I know I should walk away from her but I can’t. This is how it happened:

Excerpt One
Marco Romano strolled along the shoreline. He loved the feeling of the tide waves washing over his feet before returning to the ocean. The atmosphere on this Mediterranean island felt very peaceful and he realized that he was glad that he came.

Earning a living as an investigative reporter left little time for relaxation and it wasn’t surprising that he’d developed ulcers. His boss, also a friend, finally forced him to take some time off. No longer reluctant, he decided to make the most of his vacation.

In the mood to enjoy his own company, he intended to spend the morning exploring a section of the beach the concierge had recommended. He continued to walk its length till he spotted something that stopped him abruptly.

“Damn!” There was someone else on his part of the beach. Given the far distance from the hotel, it was apparent that person also wanted privacy. He started forward again, looking with disdain at the unmoving body lying on the beach. It was only one person, probably sleeping and wouldn’t even bother him. If he kept walking, neither of them would be bothered by the other's presence. As he drew closer, he realized the dark-skinned woman lying on her back was—naked.

"Hot damn!” Although he’d seen his share of nude woman, there was something that instinctively drew him like a lodestone to this particular unclothed one. He didn’t understand the attraction, but it compelled him to walk closer. When he stopped a foot away from her, he simply stared at the curvaceous sleeping form.

Under the sun, her skin, the color of dark chocolate, glistened. His gaze slowly traveled up her uncovered body. Slightly spread apart, her thighs were full and her legs long. He wondered how they’d feel wrapped around his waist as he made love to her. His groin stirred.

His eyes continued to enjoy the pleasing feast before him and he shifted from one foot to another, fixating on the abundant tuft of black hair that sprouted from the triangle shape between her legs. His cock moved again, letting him know that he wanted to do more than look.

He wanted to spread her legs apart to get a better look, move the folds of her pussy aside to look at the tender, succulent flesh inside. Next, he wanted to take his tongue to it, stroke, nip, suck, lap, and taste it. He wanted to whirl his tongue around her clit, driving her into a frenzy until she came for him.

She had a slightly rounded stomach, and he imagined its soft feeling under his as he lay between her legs, about to plunge into her pussy.

He wanted to hold on to her wide hips as he thrust into her over and over again till they both came several times in bliss.

Her breasts, soft looking, plump and full, like ripe melons, claimed his attention when they rose slightly and fell back as she breathed. His mouth watered and he wet his lips as he imagined the feel of her breasts in his mouth.

She had a heart-shaped face with dark curly hair, the same color as her vaginal area, carelessly put in a ponytail on top of her head. He imagined taking her hair down and curling his fingers in it as he slid his hungry cock into her.

He found himself drawn more to this full-sized woman. His gaze returned to her pussy and lingered there. He wanted to take a bite of this dark chocolate. He needed a taste.

He knew that he should stop staring at her and continue walking. He didn’t think she’d appreciate waking up to find a stranger salivating over her. Yet, unable to move, he couldn’t stop looking at her and lusting after her. The only part of his body that moved was his growing cock, as evidenced by the tented motion in the middle of his swimming shorts. “Down boy! Easy!”

Within a few seconds, he had grown hard. And heavy. “Damn!” he whispered. He would take one last look and then walk away. His shoulders and chest rose as he took a deep breath. At that moment the woman opened her eyes.

Shit, he was in trouble now! She would accuse him of being some kind of peeping pervert, or worse! He tried to swallow as his throat went dry.

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