There was a stunning woman walking around the luxurious resort. Her long silky black hair cascaded down her back, and her green eyes sparkled in the sun. She was wearing an expensive looking zebra resort wear from slay my lingerie that showed off her curves and made men’s hearts skip a beat.
Samantha was here for a vacation with her family. She had just arrived at the resort when she felt a presence behind her. She turned around and saw a man. He was tall, with broad shoulders, and an infectious smile.
“Hi, I’m Adam,” he said, extending his hand.
Samantha smiled and nodded, “Hi, nice to meet you.”
Adam and Samantha started talking, and soon they hit it off. They were both enjoying the beautiful scenery, the pristine beach, and each other’s company.
As the day progressed, Adam and Samantha became inseparable. They explored the resort, had a joyride in a golf cart, swam in the ocean, and had many more adventures. They felt like a couple in the making.
They spent every moment together. It didn’t matter that they were alone in a secluded area of the resort. They didn’t care. They were in love.
But as the sun set, and the stars came out, Samantha became uneasy. She felt like they were being watched. It was an uneasy feeling that made her feel uncomfortable.
Adam noticed her unease and asked what was wrong. Samantha told him that she felt like someone was watching us.
Adam smiled, “I think we’re being watched.”
They turned around and saw a group of people walking towards them. Samantha’s heart skipped a beat. She felt scared and didn’t know what to do.
As the group got closer, Samantha saw that they were local residents who had come to see the resort. They didn’t seem like any danger. But Samantha was still scared.
Adam reassured her that everything was fine. He told her that it was natural for her to feel nervous since she was in an isolated area. He assured her that he would protect her from any danger.
Samantha felt better, and they continued their vacation. But the uneasiness stayed with her.
The next day, Samantha woke up early and went for a walk on the beach. She felt like the beach would help her clear her mind. As she walked along the shore, she saw a man fishing.
The man looked up and saw her. He smiled and waved. Samantha smiled back and continued her walk.
She couldn’t help but feel drawn to the fisherman. She walked towards him, and soon they started talking.
His name was Steve, and he was a fisherman from the local village. He told her that he was glad to see someone enjoying the beauty of the place. He explained to her that the village was less than an hour away by foot.
Samantha was fascinated by the village and wanted to see more. Steve offered to take her there, and she accepted.
As they walked along the beach, they talked more and more. Samantha found Steve to be amicable and funny. She began to feel better.
They reached the village, and Samantha saw how much the locals lived like the people in ancient times. They survived on fishing, farming, and other manual jobs.
Samantha loved watching them work and live their lives. She felt grateful for the opportunity to stay in the resort.
As the day drew to a close, Samantha said her goodbyes to Steve, and they parted ways. Samantha had a smile on her face as she walked back to the resort. She felt happy and content.
As she got back to her room, she realized that she had forgotten her cellphone. It was an expensive phone that she had been saving for a special occasion.
She was going to miss a call from Steve if it remained lost. She went to head out to search for it when she saw a note on her door. It was a note from themanager of the resort, thanking her for her visit and inviting her back next year.
Samantha smiled, thanking the manager for remembering her. She decided to wait until the next day before she retook her walk to the beach.
That night, as she lay in bed, thinking about her day, she realized that she had met someone special. A local fisherman who had taken her for a walk through the village, who had made her feel safe, and who had made her smile.
Samantha looked at the ceiling and closed her eyes, feeling content. She thought about Steve and how kind he had been, and she knew that his presence would stay with her always.
The next day, Samantha woke up early and went for her walk. She felt happy and excited about seeing Steve again. As she walked, she realized that she had fallen in love with him.
As she got closer to the village, she saw Steve fishing on the shore. She smiled and walked towards him.
Steve saw her approaching and smiled, “Hey, I’m glad you came.”
She invited him back to the hotel and he suggested they play a cyber sexy word game…,
They were just words. Words typewritten instead of spoken aloud.
They were just two people. Two people who had only just met.
He asked her to relax. She obeyed, breathing deeply and evenly—until he asked her if she was wet. A jolt of electricity coursed through her, stealing the breath from her lungs. She could hear his voice whispering and asking if she was needy. And she was. So very needy. Each passing moment made her squirm more frantically. His presence alone had ignited her body.
She was told not to touch his cock.
His hard, thick, long, throbbing cock was off limits to her fingers, lips, and tongue. She could merely look at it, admire it, and want it. It was his request. It was granted.
Then he dropped to his knees.
Her heart lurched inside her heaving chest. She knew. Knew what he was going to do, and it drew a sharp gasp from her. His strong hands spread apart her thighs, giving rise to goosebumps that swept across her flesh. She could see his eyes gazing intently at her dew-kissed pussy. Those eyes of his burned into her flesh, leaving searing marks.
She felt his moist lips on her skin as they traversed her inner thighs. Oh, how they moved up, up, up! Her legs began trembling, involuntarily reacting to his skillful mouth.
The moment his tongue reached her weeping cunt, his hands darted out and grabbed hold of her ass, pulling her tight to his face.
Her hips lunged forward, needing to be impossibly close to his searching tongue. He licked her up and down before stuffing his pink muscle inside her clasping pussy. Retreating and returning to lapping her swollen petals. Her moans grew louder, and her hips became more lively, grinding into the wickedly arousing tonguing.
His lusty voice rumbled to her, commanding her to insert two of her own fingers inside of her pussy. She obeyed as her body bowed and her face grimaced. Twisting them deeper inside, she whimpered. When his tongue touched her pulsing clit, the burning inside of her radiated upward and outward. Shudders rocked her stiffened body. She exploded. Pearly white cream poured onto her impaled fingers. He then slammed his own fingers into her. He wanted to feel and then taste her lust. She shook. She could see and hear him sucking his drenched fingers one by one. Feasting on her offering.
Her body slumped. She felt exhausted from the intensity of her climax.
Her cunt still oozed evidence of her orgasm.
But he was not finished. He wanted to pound his cock into her twitching pussy. To fuck her into another cum. Her legs wrapped around him, the heels of her feet kicking at his ass and pulling him to her, his cock plowing into her cunt. A guttural moan ripped from her mouth. His dick stretched her walls until they molded to his girth. Her body shook violently each time he slammed forward. Slow thrusts. Deep thrusts. Shallow thrusts. Ones to the left. To the right. Changing the rhythm until her mind was almost shattered from the glorious torment of his fucking. He kissed her. She melted. He rammed deep. She cried out. Kissing. Slamming. Cries of pleasure. He wanted more. Mooooore….. And he carried on with his relentless penetrations. Her inside muscles milked his cock, squeezing it with harsh embraces. She was thrashing about, and she was sure she was nearing a climax. Noisy groaning and yelping with each brutal plunge of his dick. And she squirted out her orgasm. The juices flowed while her frame convulsed in spasmodic movements of pure ecstasy.
Yes, they were just words. And she got lost in them.
As the sun set over the ocean, Samantha drifted off to sleep with a smile on her face. She dreamed of the hot and sexy guy who had rocked her world with his incredible body, his seductive voice, and his unrelenting passion. She knew that it was just a dream, but it felt so real that she couldn’t help but wake up feeling happy and satisfied.
The next morning, they met again at the resort’s pool. They spent the day playing together, talking, and exploring each other’s bodies. They made plans to meet again and embarked on a passionate sexual encounter that left them both feeling content and fulfilled.
As they parted ways that night, they exchanged numbers and promised to stay in touch. They left the resort with a newfound sense of intimacy and connection, knowing that they had crossed a threshold that would bring them much more than just words.
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