As you walk back to your rooms, you spot a gorgeous bikini clad beauty. Meeting your gaze, you fall behind Kris and Paul, making an excuse of retying your laces, you wave them to keep going. The pair turn around, accidentally bumping into each other, the drink hitting them hard. They separate themselves with a few flailing limbs, satisfied you aren't in trouble, at least not that needs their assistance.
They're already turning back, as you straighten up. Taking a few more moments to pause, they each enter their rooms. Turning back, you see the bikini clad beauty is sashaying towards you. Those pistoning hips must be a deliberate tease, surely they can't need to move so much.
She plants her feet firmly, to ensure an answering ripple from her bust with each step. Whether it's deliberate or not... it's working, as you feel yourself stiffen.
She takes your hand, knotting her fingers into yours. She walks you to your door, before taking command. She presses you firmly against the door. It's intimidating and unsettling, but she presses herself firmly against your body too. Her full bust pressing against your firm chest. Her hand slips between you, stroking your cock through the material, she purrs her appreciation.
"Did you mean what you were saying?" she asks.
Your mind races wondering what she overheard, flustered, you stutter incoherently. No actual words, let alone sentences emerge.
"I like the silent and mysterious." She tells you.
Fumbling blindly with the door handle and the lock with your hands behind you. You fail to open the door... and invite her inside.
She silences your babble with an urgent kiss. The kiss endures, as your erection stiffens urgently.
When she breaks apart, you can only gasp for air. "If you still want me, see me tomorrow by the pool."
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She pats your shoulder firmly, as she struts off teasingly. The command not to follow crystal clear, as clear as the invite to meet her tomorrow. It's magical and hypnotic, to watch the symphony of movement that is the rippling, and rolling of her ass, as she leaves you devastated in her wake. The pleated pony tail bouncing from one magnificent cheek to the other and back.   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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