All Chapters of Steamy Dreams : Chapter 401 - Chapter 410

After going to the breakfast buffet offered by the hotel, we again dressed in our swimsuits and hit the beach. The weather was incredible and laying out in the sand was good. I started flirting with Abigail a bit and we quickly decided to go into the ocean to be more alone, if that makes any sense.Above the surface of the light waves, we might have seemed like just two happy people swimming around, but below the surface our hands were playing, touching each other inappropriately. I knew Melissa was watching us from the beach, but we hid as much as we could from her.At one point, I pulled Abigail to me from behind, and cupped her breasts below the water, playing with her nipples. She was squirming and her ass was wiggling against my cock, getting me so hard. Then I turned her more sideways, both to keep her off my cock, and to give me access to her ass. While one hand held her hip against me, the other slid underneath her bikini bottoms from the rear, my fingers moving towards her pu

The alarm on my phone went off early on Tuesday morning. The sunrise was going to be just before 6am and I wanted... or maybe a better word would be... needed... to be in Melissa's room before that happened. Abi was laying beside me, naked under the covers, her arm draped over me in a loving embrace. I was always difficult to leave her side like this. I would much prefer to wake her by teasing her breasts and pussy, then fuck her to a few orgasms before breakfast.But this week, that was Melissa's job.I slid out from under Abi's arm and out of bed. I was naked, too, and walked slowly in the dark towards the door adjoining Melissa's and our hotel rooms. I opened it as quietly as possible and passed through, closing the door quietly behind me. Melissa's room was situated much like ours, just a mirror image. I walked to her bed. I could hear her softly snoring, deep asleep. The room was a bit warm so she was sleeping with just a sheet on.My eyes were well adjusted to the dark and I cou

It took me about ten minutes alone just to find the right adult store nearest me. Abi and Melissa were sleeping, taking a nap before we went out again for dinner. I took the rental car and drove the five miles or so to a small strip mall where the shop was located. An older Hawaiian woman was behind the counter, with her tattoos and piercings that, to me, were a little over the edge. She was sexy enough without them.I wandered about, looking for something specific and found it easily enough. There were several strap-ons to choose from. I didn't want anything too big, since this was probably Abi's first time with one, but I wanted it to be memorable. I found a nice, just bigger-than-average sized one and took it to the counter. My favorite part was that the wearer inserted a vibrating part into themselves, giving them pleasure, too. I could just imagine the mother-daughter duo now.After paying just over $72, I walked out, smiling, just thinking about what was going to happen soon. I

Eva Carson huddled in the corner of the king-sized bed, her wrists bound loosely with silk ties to the wrought-iron headboard. The fabric was soft against her skin, a mocking luxury that belied her captivity. She was Richard Hale's prisoner now—taken from her ordinary life a week ago, whisked away in the dead of night to this high-rise fortress overlooking the glittering city. He claimed it was for her protection, that his enemies had targeted her because of their brief affair. But Eva knew better. Richard was a powerful man, a tycoon with a ruthless streak, and she was his prize, his secret indulgence.Her heart pounded as the door clicked open. Richard entered, his broad shoulders filling the frame, dressed in a crisp white shirt unbuttoned at the collar, revealing a hint of tanned chest. His dark hair was tousled, eyes gleaming with that predatory hunger she'd come to both fear and crave. At thirty-eight, he exuded control, his body honed from years of discipline—muscular arms, a

It was Sunday afternoon and Marian Robinson had two problems. The first was that the man who usually mowed her lawn had gotten a steady job and would no longer be around. She had no lawnmower to do the job herself, and the grass was starting to get longer than it should be in her nice suburban neighborhood. She would need to do something about it, such as hiring a different gardener but those she had spoken with had all asked for more than she was willing to pay. When she was a teenager, over thirty years earlier, she had mowed lawns and done other odd jobs and had never had the nerve to charge a tenth of what was being demanded now.Her other problem was much more serious; she was horny and didn't know what could be done about it. Her favorite dildo had coaxed an orgasm out of her the previous night, but it had been highly unsatisfactory. What she needed was a real cock. George Boxlicker, her sometime sex buddy, hadn't had time for her lately, and she missed him, especially his tongu