stomach and I feel like I'm about to explode with hormones.
But, this is little Dylan Morris!
He gets my jeans down to my ankles and then I kick him away. I can't think of a single snappy thing to say, so I don't say a thing.
Now, finally, my jeans are off. Now we're both down to just our underwear.
It's hot. And it's getting hotter.
“ Tess, please don't take this the wrong way,” he says, breaking into a smile, “but I have to take these boxer shorts off, too. Look at them, they're completely soaked. I'm going to get a rash if I don't take them off.”
I look down, and as I'm looking he pulls them off with lightning speed. I'm so shocked I don't even look away. I'm still staring.
Now everything goes into overdrive. Everything heats up. I feel my body going crazy with desire. That Force, whatever it is, the Mother of all Hormones perhaps, starts to give me orders.
Take your bra off! the Force orders, and I obey.
Dylan stares in shock.
Now, your panties! the Force demands of me. I do as I'm ordered. The Force, my inner hormonal Dictator, is rejoicing. I'm shaking. So is Dylan.
We're both completely naked and I'm pretty sure the same inner Force in me is hard at work in him, too. I'm breathing so hard. It's hot, getting hotter, and we both know things are about to explode.
He's standing in front of me, and his southern region has just grown by about 2,000 percent. I rub the sweat off my chest. I know that in the next five seconds I'll be in his naked arms. Four seconds later, just as we are inches away from embracing, my dad opens the door.
2.
I'm in mid-lunge, like a leopard about to leap on it's prey, when I hear the door click open. My instincts tell me to hide, but I can't stop my momentum. The door swings open and I heard my dad scream, “Princess!”
I panic, plowing into Dylan full throttle and losing my footing. My legs slide between Dylan's and I end up flat on my back, staring right up—someone please kill me right now—at his thing!
I have no idea what to do.
I'm flapping around on the floor like a fish out of water. I'm too sweaty to even get back on my feet. I see Dylan look up at my dad. He must be in severe shock because he just stares at him with his jaw hanging wide open.
I look up and try to give my dad the most innocent look I can muster, but he's just staring at me like I was some kind of alien.
He looks at Dylan, then down at me, then at Dylan's thing , and I can see his mind falling apart.
I finally get to my feet and immediately I throw my arms around him and begin to cry uncontrollably. I'm babbling something about how we thought we were going to die, and the humidity was choking us and we couldn't breath and we took off our clothes to try to help our circulation. My dad pulls me out of the room and now I'm standing there naked for the whole resort to see. Thankfully, there's no one around.
While I'm rambling he's trying to find something, anything, to cover his princess up with. He finds a towel and throws it around me. He seems calmer now. I think he bought it. He's asking if I'm all right.
“ Should I call an ambulance?” he asks.
“ No, I'll be fine. Oh, daddy, I was so scared!” I don't want to lie to him, but I'm sure not going to tell him the truth!
I tell him for the fifth time I'm fine. Behind me, Dylan is standing with his hands over his groin.
“Mr Rodgers, could you find me a towel, too, please?” he asks. My dad nods and races to get another towel and hands it to Dylan. “I have never experienced such heat before,” Dylan says. He looks at me and winks, before saying to my dad, “I was scared, too. All I could think about was getting out of there.”
He's even trying to push a few tears out, but he can't do it. When my father looks away he winks at me again. I see my dad, now distracted, looking for a staff member. I shoot Dylan a dirty look. He raises his eyebrows. He's going to torture me with that grin all week, I know it.
I really can't
But, this is little Dylan Morris!
He gets my jeans down to my ankles and then I kick him away. I can't think of a single snappy thing to say, so I don't say a thing.
Now, finally, my jeans are off. Now we're both down to just our underwear.
It's hot. And it's getting hotter.
“ Tess, please don't take this the wrong way,” he says, breaking into a smile, “but I have to take these boxer shorts off, too. Look at them, they're completely soaked. I'm going to get a rash if I don't take them off.”
I look down, and as I'm looking he pulls them off with lightning speed. I'm so shocked I don't even look away. I'm still staring.
Now everything goes into overdrive. Everything heats up. I feel my body going crazy with desire. That Force, whatever it is, the Mother of all Hormones perhaps, starts to give me orders.
Take your bra off! the Force orders, and I obey.
Dylan stares in shock.
Now, your panties! the Force demands of me. I do as I'm ordered. The Force, my inner hormonal Dictator, is rejoicing. I'm shaking. So is Dylan.
We're both completely naked and I'm pretty sure the same inner Force in me is hard at work in him, too. I'm breathing so hard. It's hot, getting hotter, and we both know things are about to explode.
He's standing in front of me, and his southern region has just grown by about 2,000 percent. I rub the sweat off my chest. I know that in the next five seconds I'll be in his naked arms. Four seconds later, just as we are inches away from embracing, my dad opens the door.
2.
I'm in mid-lunge, like a leopard about to leap on it's prey, when I hear the door click open. My instincts tell me to hide, but I can't stop my momentum. The door swings open and I heard my dad scream, “Princess!”
I panic, plowing into Dylan full throttle and losing my footing. My legs slide between Dylan's and I end up flat on my back, staring right up—someone please kill me right now—at his thing!
I have no idea what to do.
I'm flapping around on the floor like a fish out of water. I'm too sweaty to even get back on my feet. I see Dylan look up at my dad. He must be in severe shock because he just stares at him with his jaw hanging wide open.
I look up and try to give my dad the most innocent look I can muster, but he's just staring at me like I was some kind of alien.
He looks at Dylan, then down at me, then at Dylan's thing , and I can see his mind falling apart.
I finally get to my feet and immediately I throw my arms around him and begin to cry uncontrollably. I'm babbling something about how we thought we were going to die, and the humidity was choking us and we couldn't breath and we took off our clothes to try to help our circulation. My dad pulls me out of the room and now I'm standing there naked for the whole resort to see. Thankfully, there's no one around.
While I'm rambling he's trying to find something, anything, to cover his princess up with. He finds a towel and throws it around me. He seems calmer now. I think he bought it. He's asking if I'm all right.
“ Should I call an ambulance?” he asks.
“ No, I'll be fine. Oh, daddy, I was so scared!” I don't want to lie to him, but I'm sure not going to tell him the truth!
I tell him for the fifth time I'm fine. Behind me, Dylan is standing with his hands over his groin.
“Mr Rodgers, could you find me a towel, too, please?” he asks. My dad nods and races to get another towel and hands it to Dylan. “I have never experienced such heat before,” Dylan says. He looks at me and winks, before saying to my dad, “I was scared, too. All I could think about was getting out of there.”
He's even trying to push a few tears out, but he can't do it. When my father looks away he winks at me again. I see my dad, now distracted, looking for a staff member. I shoot Dylan a dirty look. He raises his eyebrows. He's going to torture me with that grin all week, I know it.
I really can't
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