American men are made up from such a vast melting pot that it’s hard to say that all of them are good, bad or indifferent when it comes to sex. My experience of having sex with an American man has occurred on more than one occasion but one of the most notable actually happened while I was on a trip to Hawaii. As this is one of the most popular vacation locales in the world, particularly in the United States, it is easy to find all kinds of American men there.
The resort I was staying at was located right on the beach in Honolulu and I spent plenty of time tanning and swimming in my thong swimsuits. It’s on that section of beach that I met the American man that I would soon be having dinner with followed by a hot and heavy sexual encounter. You see, he was also staying in the same resort as me.
I got a great look at his body because he was wearing only a micro swimsuit when out on the beach. His ass was tight, toned and round. He had a six pack that said he spent lots of time working out and his legs made me want to run my tongue from his toes all the way up those muscled calves and thighs. As it turned out, he also thought I had a pretty good body on me, too.
Dinner was a definite flirt fest that quickly turned into verbal foreplay. At one point, I turned in my chair and slowly crossed my legs so that he could see I wasn’t wearing panties. He winked at me and smiled when I did that. I figured there was nothing wrong with getting things into gear a little soon.
However, I was in for a surprise or two myself when we got back to his hotel room. It seemed that he loved some role playing and I was certainly up for that. He presented me with a flower lei and a grass skirt and asked me to put them on. So I did just that. Then he put on some Hawaiian music and had me do my best rendition of the hula. I’m not sure exactly who he was supposed to be but I was guessing some sort of Hawaiian royalty from the instructions that I was getting.
Not surprisingly, he requested that I end my dance kneeling on my knees in front of him. As he sat upon his “throne,” I took his stiff member into my mouth as far back into my throat as it would go. He put his hand on the back of my neck and applied gentle pressure as he groaned, moving even further into my mouth. I could feel the tension becoming tighter within him withdrawing sooner than he wanted.
Climbing up onto his lap, I impaled myself on his throbbing erection, taking him deep inside of me. Wrapping my arms around his neck, I rode him up and down, my breasts bouncing in rhythm. When I felt my moment of pleasure coming, I buried his face between these breasts and encouraged him to put his mouth around my nipple to enhance the orgasm. As soon as he felt my intimate muscles contracting around his erection, he exploded in me in a volcanic fashion.
You might have thought it would be over with afterwards, but I found that my American man could go all night long.
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