Those People You Meet on Vacation

By Selbryth Lannigan

Three light-hearted sci-fi short stories concerning those weird, memorable people you run into while on vacation: 'Those' people, from whatever world, culture, plane of existence or alternate dimension, are just folks out to relax and enjoy themselves. I hope you will too!

• Language: English
• Publisher: Selbryth Lannigan
• Release date: Oct 15, 2020
• ISBN: 9781005610340

Selbryth Lannigan

I've been writing fiction since the mid 1980s, both short and long works, and turned to erotic fiction at around the same time. I have published on the Literotica site under the singular name Selbryth and have also sold hundreds of short 'anonymous' pieces to the pulp erotic publications of the time: Letters Magazine and Hustler's Busty Beauties being just two. Focusing on sexuality beyond what some would consider the 'norm', my characters include t-girls (trannies, kathoey, newhalf, shemales, ladyboys) cross-dressers, sissified and transformed males, gays and lesbians, who engage in a variety of fetishes, kinks and sexy hijinks.Though explicitly described, the stories themselves offer an inner dialog which most times borders on the romantic. There is no death, very little violence and hopefully the reader is left feeling good.

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Copyright 2020 by Selbryth Lannigan

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Printed in the United States of America

First Printing, 2020

Disclaimer

This is a work of fiction and is intended for mature audiences (18+). All characters and other entities appearing in this work are fictitious. Any resemblance to real persons, dead or alive, or other real-life entities, past or present, is purely coincidental.

Those People You Meet on Vacation

Those People You Meet on Vacation

The Pickup Artist

The profile was familiar somehow; like the actress in that movie about the bus that would explode if it slowed down too much. Sandra...something. A pretty face; different, distinct. A cute cleft in the chin, pretty cheekbones, a lovely shape to the nose and mouth.

Yes, like Sandra-Something, but fresher looking; maybe as she was in her twenties.

Paul continued to gaze across the softly-lit club at the alluring young woman seated at the bar, drinking in her beauty, her poise, while sipping his scotch. Close enough to see her every detail, but far enough for her not to notice, Paul's thoughts began to race.

And that she was alone made things even racier.

She sat with her left side facing him, enjoying her martini, unaware of his presence, his interest. She seemed lost in thought, her large eyes hardly blinking, the lifting of her glass from the counter automatic, unhurried.

His eyes wandered, returned to her face, her mouth, still in profile as she sat sideways on the stool, sipping, setting her glass down on the counter, her tongue-tip briefly in view as she licked her lips.

He could easily imagine those lips opening wide, allowing his cock to enter before closing firmly around it. She would push forward, taking him further in, letting his cock-head squish down her throat slightly before easing her head all the way back again; those beautiful lips moistly spreading around the knob of the tip until they slipped off, leaving only a silvery wet filament connecting them. Then those beautiful dark eyes would look up bashfully, but with an impish sparkle that almost asked forgiveness for what she had just done, while expecting none.

Paul, feeling his cock lift in his trousers, blinked the vision away, moved his eyes down to the lookalike Sandra's throat, and then imagined the bulge his thrusting cock would make right there. He would be deep in her mouth, thrusting, filling it, pushing beyond the back of her mouth and partway down her throat, pulling back to allow her to breathe and then shoving in again; the length and girth of his organ clearly visible as it moved down inside her pale, white neck.

He quickly moved his attention to her shoulders, smooth and shapely, white like ivory, and indulged himself in the tempting promise of her snugly covered tits. Though not overly large or full, with the girl pushing them together around his thick, thrusting meat, they would be firm around him, firm and warm and slippery from her sweating heat. She would be gasping, feverishly excited from what he was doing—what he had already done to her—and grateful.

He pictured her hands, how lovely they were, how tense, and the way her long beautiful fingers spread, how they sank into the firm, supple flesh of her tits as she squeezed them tight around his fleshy pole.

The vision faded and now he watched the Sandra-like beauty toying with her glass, those same lovely fingers deftly turning it on the bar-top, slipping down along the stem, then slowly up again as if feeling the smoothness of the shaft. The motion made the olive bob and drift, and his thoughts drifted and floated with it; floating until he could see the girl's long fingers wrapped around his cock, only partially able to encircle his girth, anxiously stroking him up and down and up again, yanking, tugging on the loose outer skin, working it over the inner core, her lips