Chapter One
Gwen was horny. It wasn’t like a small itch that she could
sweep under the rug either. It was bad. Sex was all she could think about. Some
nameless, faceless man, sinking his sweet cock inside her and making her cream
all over him.
But that was the problem. All she ever did was work. Never
got out to meet anyone and she was too tired for the party scene. Endless bars
with the same people.
That was why she was taking this vacation. Five nights and
six days of blissful beach lying. All she had to do now was make it through
this god-awful plane stint. A baby screamed and a woman was busy bitching at
her husband about if he had turned the coffeepot off. A two-year-old behind her
was bouncing in his seat and kicking the back of hers.
A group of young women who were obviously part of some team
were wild and rowdy and she prayed they weren’t going to the same place she
was. One prissy blonde two seats over from her who kept flipping her perfect,
young hair was especially getting on her nerves.
If she made it to her destination without an assault charge
it would be a miracle.
Putting her earbuds in and sliding her frozen face mask that
was no longer frozen over her eyes, she tried to endure and prayed that the
plane would either crash and put her out of her misery or land early.
For once she got some luck and the weather cooperated and
they landed on time at least.
The heat as she stepped off the terminal hit her like a ton
of bricks while she hailed a cab to her hotel.
The hotel was relatively quiet and she was thrilled that she
had made the right choice to come in the off-season to the Bahamas.
Her room was open and airy and had a great view of the
crystal-clear water beyond the beach. It was home for the next six days.
Gwen unpacked slowly with help from the minibar. The day was
still young by the time she finished and she put her teeny bright-purple bikini
on and headed for the pool.
She was tired from traveling and getting caught up with work
over the last couple weeks so she could take the time off, but she refused to
spend her hard-earned vacation sleeping.
What she was after was a man. But not a permanent one. All
she wanted was a fling. A good one. A fling to put all other flings to shame,
even if she had only had two in her entire life.
She was pretty, in an average sort of way. She had no delusions
about her looks. Her hair had grown out over the last year and it hung down,
pin straight, to the middle of her back. The color was boring, a dark-brunette.
She had messed with it a couple times. Adding streaks and things like that. But
the color treatments made her hair frizzy and she had given up on them.
Her eyes were by far her best feature. They were a blue that
could look purple if she wore that color.
But her breasts were small and her ass was on the big side.
It was the way she was made and dieting and suffering through the gym left
little or no results.
So she had come to terms with the way she looked. Some
things could be changed and some things couldn’t.
The pool was packed. Of course. By some miracle she found an
empty lawn chair and laid her towel on it. But it was as hot as Hades and she
waited on the steps of the pool until there was a part in the people and she
could get in.
The water was cool and aqua-colored as she waded over to the
opposite side. The pool was huge and to her left there was a volleyball net set
up and a bunch of girls playing. Gwen swore that they were the same girls from
the plane.
It was all laid out to look like a lagoon with plants around
the back side and a little waterfall to the right. It was gorgeous.
She wasn’t a great swimmer so she was content to sit on the
handy seat that was built into the side.
There were a lot of people about, a few families with small
children and several women in bikinis who looked like swimsuit models.
But there were only a few men who were obviously unattached.
One who was watching the young girls playing
Gwen was horny. It wasn’t like a small itch that she could
sweep under the rug either. It was bad. Sex was all she could think about. Some
nameless, faceless man, sinking his sweet cock inside her and making her cream
all over him.
But that was the problem. All she ever did was work. Never
got out to meet anyone and she was too tired for the party scene. Endless bars
with the same people.
That was why she was taking this vacation. Five nights and
six days of blissful beach lying. All she had to do now was make it through
this god-awful plane stint. A baby screamed and a woman was busy bitching at
her husband about if he had turned the coffeepot off. A two-year-old behind her
was bouncing in his seat and kicking the back of hers.
A group of young women who were obviously part of some team
were wild and rowdy and she prayed they weren’t going to the same place she
was. One prissy blonde two seats over from her who kept flipping her perfect,
young hair was especially getting on her nerves.
If she made it to her destination without an assault charge
it would be a miracle.
Putting her earbuds in and sliding her frozen face mask that
was no longer frozen over her eyes, she tried to endure and prayed that the
plane would either crash and put her out of her misery or land early.
For once she got some luck and the weather cooperated and
they landed on time at least.
The heat as she stepped off the terminal hit her like a ton
of bricks while she hailed a cab to her hotel.
The hotel was relatively quiet and she was thrilled that she
had made the right choice to come in the off-season to the Bahamas.
Her room was open and airy and had a great view of the
crystal-clear water beyond the beach. It was home for the next six days.
Gwen unpacked slowly with help from the minibar. The day was
still young by the time she finished and she put her teeny bright-purple bikini
on and headed for the pool.
She was tired from traveling and getting caught up with work
over the last couple weeks so she could take the time off, but she refused to
spend her hard-earned vacation sleeping.
What she was after was a man. But not a permanent one. All
she wanted was a fling. A good one. A fling to put all other flings to shame,
even if she had only had two in her entire life.
She was pretty, in an average sort of way. She had no delusions
about her looks. Her hair had grown out over the last year and it hung down,
pin straight, to the middle of her back. The color was boring, a dark-brunette.
She had messed with it a couple times. Adding streaks and things like that. But
the color treatments made her hair frizzy and she had given up on them.
Her eyes were by far her best feature. They were a blue that
could look purple if she wore that color.
But her breasts were small and her ass was on the big side.
It was the way she was made and dieting and suffering through the gym left
little or no results.
So she had come to terms with the way she looked. Some
things could be changed and some things couldn’t.
The pool was packed. Of course. By some miracle she found an
empty lawn chair and laid her towel on it. But it was as hot as Hades and she
waited on the steps of the pool until there was a part in the people and she
could get in.
The water was cool and aqua-colored as she waded over to the
opposite side. The pool was huge and to her left there was a volleyball net set
up and a bunch of girls playing. Gwen swore that they were the same girls from
the plane.
It was all laid out to look like a lagoon with plants around
the back side and a little waterfall to the right. It was gorgeous.
She wasn’t a great swimmer so she was content to sit on the
handy seat that was built into the side.
There were a lot of people about, a few families with small
children and several women in bikinis who looked like swimsuit models.
But there were only a few men who were obviously unattached.
One who was watching the young girls playing
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