The soft breeze of the night hair swished some loose strands of my messy bun around my face and I let myself slip a little deeper into the warm bubbles of the hot tub. I wiggled my toes in the water and stretched my legs, a warm shiver ran down my spine. Leaning my head back, I looked up at the stars. It was just me outside here, at this hour most other guests of the hotel were probably asleep by then.I could feel my body relax in the blubbering water, my boobs slightly lifted, floating with the movement of the water but safely contained in my string bikini. The ties of the bottoms tickled on my thighs. I head some rustling nearby but assumed it would be some bird flapping its wings in a bush. But then water splash noises made me jerk my head around.A man entered the tub from the side, tanned and attractive, red swim shorts. He was at least ten years older than me. At least. His handsome face changed into a warm smile but there was something in his brown eyes that kept me on the edg
I've never felt this painfully turned on. My body's desperate for her. A rush of feral desire tears through me, and it takes everything in me to stay on the bed. A burst of laughter drifts through from the other side of the door, a couple of guests passing by as they presumably head to the bathroom. Layla doesn't let the noise deter her. She slips her dress all the way up her body, revealing the breasts I got to know so well on our first night. She's all curves and valleys, softness and warmth. Her nipples are tight peaks, her breasts full and heavy. Her stomach tightens as she pulls her dress free and drops it on the floor. I drag in a breath and wrap my fingers around my cock, looking her over as I kick off a series of slow, steady strokes. Layla stays right where she is, and I smile as she gives in to her inner exhibitionist. She slides a hand between her thighs and rubs herself, keeping her eyes on mine as her fingers slide through the pussy I know is already soaking wet. Her o
She smiles, enjoying playing with me. "I wanted to strip down to my lingerie and face the mirror. Rest my hands on the vanity and watch you fuck me from behind." She slips her hand down the front of my body and cups me through my jeans, squeezing my cock until I want to drag her over to the bed and dive on her. "Or maybe..." she says with a teasing note, "you'd be the one kneeling before me. You'd peel off my panties, put your mouth on my pussy, and get your face all messy. I've never done that standing up, but you might be too tall to pull it off, I think."My heart's pounding, my dick's hard, and I'm about to lose my composure. "Lift your dress right now." I can see and feel everything she's telling me, almost like we were never interrupted that night and we're in the bathroom together now. She laughs a split second before I kiss her again, my tongue more forceful this time around, her whimpers my reward. "I'm gonna need you to take off this dress," I say, surprised by the roughness
She leaves her drink on the bench and wanders over to me, stopping when our bodies are almost touching. "I hope the thought tortures you," she says, her eyes warm with amusement. "You deserve it. You got me all worked up and left me hanging. I didn't even get a kiss." She's right. It didn't occur to me at the time. I was too busy exploring under her shirt, and now all I can think about is her mouth. "In my defence, I had my hands full. Well, one hand." I trail my fingertips down her temple and brush her jaw with my thumb. "Will you let me kiss you now?" The heat in her eyes tells me she's remembering how it was between us that night, the two of us so caught up in each other we were on the verge of exploding. I doubt it'll take much to reignite the flame. A touch, a kiss--hell, just looking at her gets me going. Layla keeps her eyes on mine for the longest moment, then nods and pulls in an audible breath. My chest expands and the tension inside me eases. I'm attracted to her, yes,
Half a dozen people are hanging out in the small space. There's a man making out with a woman in the corner; he has his hand in her hair, and his mouth breaks from hers to travel down her throat. She tilts her chin back to welcome his attention, and I smile a bit as I look away. Three women are standing near the island bench laughing about something that has one of them doubled over, while the other two have tears in their eyes. Then there's Layla on the opposite side of the bench, smiling absently at the women as she uses a bottle opener to crack the lid on a hard cider. She takes a long drink and rests the bottle on the bench, swallowing as she listens to the cackles and conversation. While I stand there watching her, it's like she can feel me. I don't say a word, I don't move, but her body tenses, and her gaze swings slowly in my direction. I look at her for a long beat, taking in the blue of her irises and the flush in her cheeks. Her long, brown hair is pushed back from her fac
DALTONAfter days went by with no contact from Layla, I concluded I'd fucked up to the point of no salvaging what we started in the pub. Shame, since it had so much potential.While I stuck around on my barstool waiting for my hard-on to calm down, my phone pinged with message alerts, one after the other. The first one killed my mood in an instant. Kristin, my ex. She'd apparently been tracking my location the entire time we were together and hadn't bothered to stop after we broke up--news to me on all fronts.Since it was my first night out in a couple of weeks, she wanted to know who I was with, what I was doing, and whether I'd met someone new. Desperate to follow Layla and continue what we'd started, I pointed out that none of those answers were her business, but she threatened to come down and find out for herself. The woman who wanted to fuck other people strangely hated the idea of me moving on with someone else. So, instead of sneaking into a bathroom with Layla to have fun fo