Stephanie’s Portuguese Adventure

[Jamiec8484]

Stephanie hadn’t expected the Algarve to feel this… cinematic. The hotel shimmered like something out of a travel magazine—whitewashed walls, terracotta tiles, and an infinity pool that seemed to spill straight into the Atlantic. She stood at reception, clutching her passport and the last-minute booking confirmation, still half in disbelief that she’d actually come.

Her friend Clara had insisted. “You need sun, sea, and strangers,” she’d said, pressing the idea. Stephanie had laughed then, but now, standing in the cool marble lobby, she felt the weight of her recent life collapse—the divorce, the empty flat, the silence.

“I’m afraid your room isn’t quite ready,” the receptionist said with a warm smile. “But please, enjoy lunch at the cocktail bar. We’ll come find you when it is.”

Stephanie nodded, grateful for the air conditioning. Her suitcase had been whisked away, leaving her in travel clothes: skinny jeans and a thick cotton T-shirt. She hadn’t thought to pack shorts in her hand luggage. Rookie mistake.

The cocktail bar was perched above the sea, its glass walls framing the turquoise horizon. She chose a table inside, near the window, and ordered a salad—greens, citrus, something light. The chilled wine she hadn’t asked for arrived anyway, and she didn’t protest.

As she forked through the salad, she glanced toward the pool. That’s when she saw them.

Two women lounged beside the water, sun glinting off their skin. One wore a wide-brimmed straw hat and sipped something pink from a tall glass. The other, Stephanie’s gaze lingered. She was stretched out on her stomach, legs bent at the knees, denim shorts slung low on her hips. The button was undone, revealing the curve of white bikini briefs beneath. Her skin was golden, her hair dark and tousled, and she laughed at something the other woman said, the sound carrying faintly on the breeze.

Stephanie looked away quickly, heart thudding. She wasn’t sure why. Maybe it was the heat. Maybe it was the wine. Maybe it was the sudden realisation that she was here, alone, and free in a way she hadn’t been in years.

She took another sip of wine, letting the coolness settle her nerves. The woman by the pool turned slightly, catching Stephanie’s eye for a moment, just a flicker, and smiled.

Stephanie felt her heart flutter.

Maybe Clara had been right.

Stephanie’s gaze lingered out from her table at the two women, drawn by something magnetic. The younger woman by the pool turned slowly, her eyes catching Stephanie’s through the glass. There was no mistaking the look, bold, deliberate, and knowing.

With a sensual motion, she slowly slid her denim shorts down her hips, revealing the full curve of her white bikini briefs. Sunlight caught the edge of her skin, golden and smooth. She didn’t look away. Neither did Stephanie.

A flush rose in Stephanie’s chest, unfamiliar but insistent. Her breath became shallower, her body reacting before her mind could catch up. She shifted in her seat, suddenly aware of the moistness between her legs. The air conditioning no longer able to cool the heat building inside her.

She wasn’t used to this. Not the feeling, or the quiet ache that pulsed inside her knickers. But she didn’t look away.

The woman smiled, just slightly, and turned back toward the pool, slipping into the water with a graceful dive.

Stephanie sat frozen, her wine untouched, her heart racing. Something had changed inside her, if only she knew what.

Just then, a soft voice interrupted Stephanie’s thoughts.

“Ms. Hartley?” A young woman in a crisp linen uniform stood beside her table, holding out a sleek room card. “Your room is ready. And you’ve been upgraded to a deluxe suite with a sea view.”

Stephanie blinked, taking the card with a nod and a murmured “Thank you.” The staff member smiled and disappeared as quickly as she’d arrived.

Deluxe suite. Sea view. Normally, she’d be thrilled. But right now, all she could think about was getting out of her stifling jeans and into a room with privacy and a bed big enough to stretch across. Her body buzzed, her skin prickling with heat that had nothing to do with the Algarve sun.

She stood, legs slightly unsteady, and made her way through the lobby, past the polished marble and the scent of citrus. The elevator doors opened with a soft chime, and she stepped inside, alone.

As the lift ascended, she leaned against the mirrored wall, her reflection flushed and wide-eyed. She didn’t fully understand what had stirred in her by the pool, but it was real, and it was urgent.

When the doors opened, she walked quickly down the corridor, found her suite, and slid the card into the lock. The door clicked open.

Inside, the room was cool and elegant. Pale wood floors, net curtains billowing in the breeze, and a king-sized bed with crisp white sheets. Stephanie didn’t even glance at the view.

She closed the door behind her, kicked off her shoes, and reached for the button of her jeans.

 

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OMGOMG yesssssss continue! You had me at the title, that it has a woman's name in it. Finally a straight story, or lesbian, something with women in it, thanks for this!

 

[Jamiec8484]

Stephanie threw herself onto the bed, the door barely shut behind her. The cool sheets met her flushed skin as she frantically tried to wriggle out of her jeans, but they refused to budge, the heat gripping them tightly to her thighs, her t-shirt damp and clinging, but she didn’t care. She couldn’t wait.

Her breath was fast and shallow and the ache inside her knickers had built to fever pitch. The image of the girl by the pool, white bikini, undone shorts, that gaze, was burned into her mind. Stephanie had never been looked at like that before. Not by a man. Not by anyone.

She pressed her thighs together, desperate for friction, her fingers fumbling beneath the waistband of her knickers. Her body was already trembling, her skin hypersensitive, her thoughts a blur of heat and need. She gasped as her fingers brushed against her pussy, it was swollen and soaked like never before. She managed to pry her knickers to one side slightly, chasing the sensation she craved with a kind of reckless urgency.

There was no time for her usual slow discovery. No room for hesitation. Her pussy demanded attention, and she gave in to it fully. Her fingers found her clit, circling it gently at first before pressing harder and deeper, she moaned, stifling a scream as her hips lifted off the bed, the tension surging through her.

Just as she slipped a finger inside her pussy, the climax hit her hard, every muscle in her body spasming as a spurt of hot sticky fluid flew into the air and onto the pristine white sheets. She cried out, no longer caring who heard, she went back to rubbing her clit, wave after wave of sticky fluid running from her until she could move no more. Her body spent.

Afterwards she lay there for hours, jeans still twisted around her legs, chest rising and falling, the room spinning gently around her.

Stephanie hadn’t known she could feel like this. Hadn’t known she’d wanted to.

But now she did.

And something told her this trip was only just beginning.

 

[Jamiec8484]

Stephanie woke with a start, the room dim and quiet, the soft hum of the air conditioning the only sound. Her body was twisted awkwardly across the bed, one leg dangling off the edge, her jeans still tangled around her ankles. The sheets were crumpled beneath her, and her T-shirt clung to her skin, damp, with the residue of sleep and sweat.

She blinked, disoriented, the memory of the afternoon rushing back in fragments—the infinity pool, the girl in the denim shorts and white bikini, the ache of her pussy, that had built inside her until she could take it no longer. Her body still felt heavy, her limbs slow to respond as she sat up and rubbed her eyes.

The sun had dipped low now, casting golden light across the floor. She peeled off her clothes, padding to the bathroom for a shower. The water was cool, refreshing, rinsing away the sweat and the lingering tension. She stood under the spray longer than necessary, letting it run over her breasts.

Wrapped in a towel, she returned to her suitcase and began unpacking. The contents were underwhelming, maxi dresses in muted tones, cardigans for cooler evenings, and sandals that had seen better days. She hadn’t packed for a glamorous holiday. She’d packed for comfort. For invisibility.

She held up a beige knit and frowned. “No,” she muttered, tossing it aside.

Eventually, Stephanie settled on a navy maxi dress with a low back and a subtle slit. It was the least frumpy of the lot, and tonight, she needed to feel like someone who hadn’t been left devastated by heartbreak. She added a touch of mascara, a swipe of gloss, and stepped into her sandals.

The cocktail bar was lively now, the restaurant buzzing with conversation and clinking glasses. Stephanie took a seat at the bar, ordering a glass of white wine. The barman greeted her with a warm smile and a wink, leaning in a little too close as he poured.

“Holiday escape?” he asked, eyes lingering.

“Something like that,” she replied, polite but showing no interest.

He chatted, complimenting her dress, her accent, her smile. She smiled back, but it didn’t reach her eyes. She wasn’t here for flirtation. Not from someone who was only doing it for tips, or a notch on his headboard.

An older gentleman at the far end of the bar caught her eye. He raised his glass and made his way over, his cologne overpowering while his eyes undressed her.

“You look like you could use some company,” he slurred.

Stephanie gave a tight smile. “I’m fine, thank you.”

He nodded, unfazed. “If you change your mind.”

She turned back to her wine, her stomach sinking. Was this her life now? Barmen with cheesy lines and old men with propositions?

And then, she saw her.

The girl from the pool.

She appeared at the far end of the bar, her white bikini now hidden beneath a loose sundress, her hair damp and tangled. Her eyes were red, her expression raw. She slid onto a stool, two seats away, and stared at the counter, shoulders hunched.

Stephanie froze.

The girl didn’t order anything. She just sat there, silent, tears slipping quietly down her cheeks.

Stephanie leant forward. “Are you ok” she smiled. “Looks like you could do with a friend”.