The days in Ibiza were a dream. After months of stressful work, I finally had my well-deserved girls’ vacation. The sun, sea and not to mention nights filled with dancing and laughter were just what I needed.

Each day brought new adventures, but nothing could prepare me for what happened that one Friday.

After a long day at the beach, my girlfriends and I returned to our posh hotel. While they went to the bar to order cocktails, I decided to go to the room for a while to freshen up.

At the door, I found a cream-colored envelope shoved underneath. On the front was only my name, written in elegant handwriting.

Curious, I opened it. “An adventure awaits you. Tomorrow, 2 p.m., Port Pier 3.” It was signed only with a “J.

The next day, with a mixture of excitement and nerves, I found myself on the indicated pier. In front of me was an impressive yacht, the name “L’Azura” gracefully displayed on the side.

Once on board, I felt like I had stepped into another world – a world of pure luxury.

Besides the crew, there was only one other guest: a woman with dark curls and enchanting green eyes. She introduced herself as Elena.

“Do you also have an invitation from ‘J’?”, I asked.

She nodded. “Yes, shoved under my door, just like yours, I think. No idea who’s behind this mystery, but I’m willing to find out.”

As the day progressed, our bond grew. We shared stories, laughed and enjoyed the sea and sun.

As night fell, the crew presented a dinner under the stars, complete with a sophisticated silver box as a centerpiece.

Inside, we found a selection of elegant sextoys, each remarkable and unique in design.

Elena smiled playfully. “It seems that ‘J’ wants us to have an unforgettable evening.”

Our eyes met, both searching for a hint of what was to come. The familiar sound of the waves against the yacht offered a quiet contrast against the current of anticipation coursing through us.

“We could start with a game,” Elena suggested, her fingers sliding over the silver box. “Each of us takes turns choosing an item from this box without looking and then…”

“Ok, let’s do it,” I said in a nervous voice.

“Let’s find a quieter place, my suite for example?” suggested Elena. I nodded again and eagerly followed her.

The suite had a beautiful sea view and a large, round bed in the middle of the room. Elena placed the box on the satin sheets and asked if I would join her.

“You go first,” she said in a bossy tone. I took out the first item from the box: a silk blindfold. She looked at me defiantly. “Do you dare?” she asked, a playful grin on her lips.

I nodded, my heart pounding with excitement. She carefully tied the blindfold around my eyes, instantly heightening my other senses.

I felt her breath against my neck, her lips gently kissing along my collarbone, while her hands deftly undid the zipper of my dress.

There I lay in my lacy thong. Waiting for Elena’s next touch. Her lips found one of my nipples. She put her teeth in playfully and sucked alternately hard and soft. I groaned with excitement.

“You like this, don’t you?” she remarked mischievously.

I giggled, partly from excitement, partly from nerves. “I think you got me wet,” I blurted out.

I heard Elena laugh and with a skillful motion she pushed aside the thin fabric of my thong, exposing my clitoris. Her fingers playfully slid over it, causing me to moan softly.

“Please continue,” I said.

Elena’s fingers slowly penetrated me, stroking and pushing in just the right way. The pleasure made my whole body tremble.

I reached for the edge of the bed, looking for something to hold on to. My breathing became faster and shallower as she quickened her pace.

Elena, I panted, “if you keep going like this…”

“Yes?” she asked teasingly.

Completely unexpectedly, she withdrew her hand. “Wait a minute,” Elena said.

I heard her grab something from the box. “Don’t be alarmed,” she said.

I went crazy with excitement when I suddenly felt a sucking object on my clitoris. Elena bent down to me, kissed me and gently pinched my nipples with her other hand.

“I can’t hold it any longer …” I said.

“My turn” I heard from the corner of the room.

I was startled and took off my blindfold. There stood a beautiful man in a suit with a broad, friendly smile.

“Let me guess, you must be ‘J’? Elena asked calmly.

“Correct! I’m Jason, nice to meet you. And from the looks of it, you’re having a great time on my yacht.”

“You could say that,” I said shyly.

“Are you guys okay with me watching while you go on?” asked Jason.

Elena and I looked at each other and immediately knew it felt right.

“That’s fine,” Elena said. “But it’s your turn to take something out of the box.”

Jason walked toward the bed and pulled out a strap-on vibrator. “This one is for you,” he said to me. And sat quietly on a chair in the corner of the room.

I didn’t really know what to do with it, but Elena luckily did. She pressed the on button and gently pushed it into me.

The vibrations felt wonderful in my wet vagina and soon I understood what the toy was for.

Without a word, I turned Elena over and positioned her on all fours on the bed.

I gave her a little tap on her buttock and explored her wet labia with my hand.

“I’m ready for you,” Elena said in a husky voice.

With a powerful thrust, I pushed the vibrator into Elena with my hips. She moaned out in pleasure and grabbed a pillow to bite into it.

I began with long, deep strokes, pushing Elena deeper into the pillow with each thrust.

The sound of our bodies slapping against each other mingled with the vibration of the toy and Jason’s approving moans.

My nails scratched across Elena’s back as I quickened the pace.

“Harder,” she begged. And I complied with her request.

The tension was building, and I felt an intense orgasm coming on.

“I’m almost coming,” Elena panted.

“Together,” I said groaning.

With a few final powerful thrusts, we both reached climax, our bodies shaking with pleasure.

Exhausted, we dropped onto the bed, trying to control our breathing.

After a few moments, Jason began to laugh softly. “That was…great,” he said with a grin.

“You could say that,” I replied, putting on my dress and trying to fix my hair.

Elena nodded and was still recovering from her violent orgasm.

“Shall we have a drink on the deck?” asked Jason softly.

“Good idea,” Elena said. And the three of us left the suite.

A bottle of champagne and three glasses were waiting on the deck. “Let’s toast to this beautiful evening,” Jason said.

“I really loved it,” I said. To which Elena enthusiastically replied “otherwise I do.”

Jason looked at us, with twinkling eyes. “Yes, and it’s not over yet.”