“This one?” I say, pulling the white one off the rack.
“I like it,” she says, coming further out of the changing room and taking it from my hand.
She’s standing right next to me and I can see straight down her top. I want to be a gentleman and not look, but damn…my thoughts are anything but gentlemanly right now.
She turns toward the mirror and my eyes dart back up. She holds it against herself and I look at us in the mirror.
“I like it, but it’s kind of…revealing.”
“Yeah, it would definitely show off that body of yours.”
I’m watching her eyes in the mirror as they move from looking at the suit, to looking directly at me. I know she can see the lust in my look. And everybody knows a resort like this will have towels down at the pool, but still I brought one from my room. And right now it’s the only thing between my rock hard cock, and her ass which is dangerously close to getting grabbed, or slapped, or both.
“We’ll take this one,” she says, handing it to the clerk.
“You can try it on if you like.”
“It’s okay. This is the one we want.”
Did she just say we?
I’m not sure if that’s girl code for what I want and she wants to make me happy, or if it’s really what she wants too, because she knows what’s going to happen once she puts it on…I’m not going to be able to keep my eyes, or my hands, off her.
CHAPTER 8
Mack
I find a couple of those beach chair things off in their own area next to the pool, and I sit down.
I look off into the distance and see the Sonoran Desert foothills of the Santa Catalina Mountains.
It’s easy to see why the gift shop had so many postcards of this place, but the image of this day that I want etched in my memory forever isn’t for sale, it’s her.
And there she is.
She sees me the minute she walks out of the women’s changing cabana just next to the pool. She flashes me a smile and a cute little wave. Thankfully I packed my sunglasses, because it allows me to stare at her the entire time she walks over to join me.
My initial thought when I saw her coming into the shop was correct…those hips are made for baby making. I just want to grab ahold of them hard while I thrust my cock deep inside her, burying my sperm so deep that there will be no way she won’t get pregnant.
I can pictures a couple little boys running around my shop in a few years, learning the trade and me learning how to be a dad at the same time. I’m ready, and by the look on her face she’s ready…at least for the part where you practice making babies.
“Like it?”
“You trying to put all these other girls to shame?”
“There’s no other girls out her, silly.”
“That’s because they went inside once they saw you. They can’t compete with what you’ve got.”
She grabs her towel by the ends before swinging it around playfully. I know where this is going.
I jump up and cup some water in my hands preparing to splash her just as she cracks the towel on my butt.
“Got ya!” she says.
I splash the water at her. “Got you!”
She raises her hands to block the water, but it’s too late. I splash her perfectly, and like a bolt of lightning I’m up and out of my crouch and wrapping her up in my arms just before I lean to the side sending us both into the pool.
“Ahhh!” she yells as she realizes what’s happening.
We hit the water with a splash and quickly we’re submerged, but I don’t let go.
I feel her hands come up and wrap around my body. She pulls herself in closer, and I feel those amazing breasts of hers press against my chest.
One of her legs has moved in-between my legs during the fall, and I can feel it pressing up against my erection. If she hadn’t noticed my attempts at hiding my cock’s desire for her earlier today, she’s become very clear of it now.
My hands reach around to her lower back. I want to squeeze her ass, and I’m so close, but I just can’t. I’m not going for a cheap feel. I’m going to earn it, when I know she’s good and ready.
I feel my feet hit the bottom and I kick off, sending us back to the surface. We breach the surface and quickly grab some air.
She’s smiling from ear to ear.
“Look!” she says. “A water slide.”
“Where?” I say, turning to check it out, as we tread water next to each other. I feel her hands on my head just as she dunks me underwater. Two can play at this game I see.
I feel her tits slap me right in the face as she swims over the top of me knowing her pussy is just inches from my face a second later as the rest of her body goes just above me.
I chase after her and catch up to her quickly, pulling her back foot towards me.
“You can run, but you can’t hide.”
“Shark attack!” she says, holding her hands above her head like an imaginary shark. She pretends to bite me in the side and I lunge away, which she uses as the perfect opportunity to take off back towards the water slide.
We arrive at just the same time, and run up the ladder together with her just a rung in front of me. We get to the top and she doesn’t even stop. She clears the last rung and tucks her legs beginning the slide down. I slide down right after her, catching up with her. She’s sitting in front of me and I reach around and pull her back to me. The slide should be safe, but it’s just something instinctive that hits me. We’re out of control at the moment and I want to keep her safe. And again she’s pressed up against my erection.
My forearms wrap around her midsection. “Weeee” she says, raising her hands and leaning back. Her incredible breasts are resting on my forearm as she puts her head directly on my shoulder. She looks back and up at me with a look that tells me she’s the happiest girl in the world.
And I’m the happiest guy when she closes her eyes and puckers up her lips. I lean forward and suddenly feel our bodies hit the surface of the water, sending us tumbling.
Why couldn’t that slide be ten feet longer?
CHAPTER 9
Dawna
People tell me I never really grew up. Maybe it’s because I didn’t really get a childhood, or maybe it’s just because life is so much more fun as a kid. Either way it’s clear that I’ve finally met a guy who’s my equal.
Mack was so much fun at the swimming pool earlier and the good times have carried over right into dinner. We both go to fill our plates and when we get back we can’t resist having our dessert first.
“We need the sugar for the…you know…energy we burnt out there at the pool.”
“Of course!” I agree, taking a bite of my cake. It’s like we’re partners in crime, and I know we’re going to become partners in an entirely different kind of way later tonight. This day is just too perfect not to cap it off with some adult fun.
We finish dinner and decide to go for a walk at the foothills of the mountains. The sun has set, but there’s still that blue in the sky. It’s my favorite time of the evening, when the night is just starting, but the sky is more a royal blue and not a deep blue. The way it looks above the mountains is breathtaking.
But that’s not the only thing that’s taken my breath away today.
How in the world did I get so lucky to find Mack? I may have rode into his town in a beat up clunker, but he sure rode into my life on a white horse. He’s my knight in shining armor and I start wondering what’s going to happen after we get to Hollywood. He’s got a shop to run and I’ve got a career to pursue. One which I hope will take off, if I can wow them in L.A. I’m not about to throw away my dream, but today all I’ve been daydreaming about is him. Crazy how one person can come into your world so quickly and just flip everything upside down.
“A gap,” I say, pointing at the rocks in front of us.
“I’ve got you,” he says, holding out his hand. I don’t hesitate one minute, placing my hand in his. It feels so right, and fits so perfec
tly. I sure am going to miss this, but for now I just have to enjoy it.
“One…two…threeeeee,” he says, and we jump over the gap together, sticking the landing.
“We nailed the landing,” he says.
“We sure did,” I say. “And landing right in your lap earlier today when my car broke down was the luckiest thing that could have happened to me. You turned my bad luck to good.”
The day has just been too romantic and too perfect, even with the craziness that led up to it. And now there’s a warm summer’s breeze on my shoulders. This man’s rough and rugged hand holding mine. Those big muscles of his, the outline clearly visible through his white linen shirt. It’s too much, and too little at the same time. Too little because I want more.
I turn to him, placing my palm on his chest, while my other hand squeezes his hand tighter.
He looks down at me and leans in ever so slowly, stopping just short of my lips.
I feel the anticipation build. The butterflies are flying around in circles in my stomach.
I can feel his breath on my skin, just before I feel what I really want.
His lips on mine. But when he kisses me I feel a whole lot more. I’m no expert when it comes to locking lips, but this is unlike any kiss I’ve ever experienced before. My knees are weak. My heart is beating so fast. And I feel my palms get sweaty.
And my gut is telling me this is too right, too perfect to ever let go.
I release his grasp, and drop my other hand from his chest as I wrap both arms around him.
I’m not going to let him go, at least not for tonight.
CHAPTER 10
Dawna
We enter our San Xavier Suite and I’m reminded just how beautiful this place is. The room is over two thousand square feet of absolutely opulent luxury. The open-air design is exactly what I think of when I think of the American Southwest. I could imagine Georgia O’Keeffe painting from our balcony.
The full moon reflects off both the Santa Catalina and Rincon Mountains illuminating the warm cherry wood furnishings, elegant tile work and most importantly the immense wraparound veranda.
But as much as the room is a visual treat, the real eye candy is him.
He bumps the door closed with his hip and scoops me up in his arms. I make a living by running my mouth, but right now I can’t say anything. No words do justice to the hungry look in his eye, the strength and ease with which he holds me, or the beeline he takes from the doorway to the bed, where he lays me down gently.
He stands by the side of the bed while he slowly unbuttons his shirt, never removing those green eyes from me. In this light I can almost see through them as they have a nearly translucent effect making them pop even more. I could get lost for days staring into those eyes of his.
I quickly begin sliding out of my clothes, as I watch him finish unbuttoning his shirt and then sliding out of his cargo shorts. I usually don’t like a man in shorts, but when it’s over ninety degrees at this hour of the night, and you have thighs and calves as built as him, well then…cargo shorts certainly work.
He has that body and that intense look of a soldier. I could imagine him serving his country if he hadn’t had such an affinity for cars. I know those thick fingers and strong hands of his would have kept our country just as safe as the protective feeling he gives me whenever I’m near him. And when he holds my hand? Forget about it. I feel like nothing in the world can harm me. They’d have to get through him first, and there’s no way that’s happening.
That thick torso and barrel chest of his remind me of that, and right now they’re on full display.
He grabs his underwear and slides them down, exposing his absolutely huge erection. I’m not a numbers girl, but it certainly close to the length of a ruler. Maybe a couple inches short, at the most, making him at least ten inches in length and very thick in diameter.
“That’s an awfully big tool you have there, Mister Mechanic.”
“This is the special tool that I keep in the shed. I’m bringing it out tonight just for you.”
“And I can’t wait to see what kind of work you can do with that tool,” I say sliding out of my panties. I’m completely exposed now, and can already feel myself getting wet just looking at this manliest of men.
“This isn’t a job. This is a passion project. And like all passion projects, I put in my all…and take my time doing so,” he says as he leans forward onto the bed.
He makes his way over the top of me and my view of the room is completely gone, not that I was looking at anything other than him already. He’s so big I can’t even see around him.
But moonlight is still reflecting in off the mountains, making his eyes look like they’re practically glowing. And I see the hunger in those beautiful eyes of his, which make me hunger for him just the same.
He leans in and kisses me, and I feel the sensation which starts at my lips carry through the rest of my body. I reach up with my hands, wrapping them around the back of his head as I pull myself up to him. I want to be kissed hard, and he doesn’t disappoint.
He’s got his hands and knees on the bed, and I swear from my position underneath him he’s a strong and as sturdy as a jungle gym, and I plan on crawling all over him all night, unless he does the same to me first.
He’s reading my mind when his hands move from the bed, grabbing me by the hips and pulling my midsection up in the air.
Without removing his eyes from mine he moves his head forward and inserts the tip of his tongue right between my folds.
I close my eyes and breathe out hard. I open my eyes and he’s still staring right at me, his tongue now working small circles in-between my lips.
He licks straight up my crease before moving his tongue in a figure eight. He’s got my midsection suspended in mid-air, holding me up and eating me like my pussy is on a silver platter.
Only my upper shoulders and the back of my neck are touching the bed and as much as it should hurt, I don’t notice it. If anything it hurts so good, giving me a rush of endorphins. And it’s not a hurt in my shoulders, it’s the hurt in my stomach from wanting to feel him inside me as he pleasures me with his mouth.
But if the appetizer is this good then I’m happy to wait for the main course. He changes his grip quickly, and my hips don’t even move. His fingers are pointing up now and his thumbs are underneath me as he presses my middle harder into his face.
I move my hips up and down, rubbing my clit against his face as his tongue dives deeper inside me.
My vision alternates from staring into his hungry eyes and blurred as I try to keep my eyes from rolling back in my head. He’s got me so good I can barely remain conscious, as I’m lost in my own little euphoric world.
His tongue hits me in just the right spot and my mouth opens wide. “Right there,” I say, but he already knows it as he just presses harder with the tip before flicking it right across my sponginess, as I melt in his grasp.
I feel my body go weightless and then a gush of warmth releases from me as my feet and legs kick and my hips buck, covering his face with my juices.
I feel his face move furiously and hungrily around my entire midsection as he cleans me up, not missing a drop.
“I want to feel you inside me,” I say.
“Good, because that’s exactly where I want to be. So deep inside you, that you won’t ever want me to be anywhere else.”
CHAPTER 11
Dawna
I feel like a rag doll as he picks me up by the hips and carries me to the veranda.
He sets me down gently on the comfy cushion atop the wicker outdoor chaise lounge chair.
The desert smells amazing at night, and looks amazing too. The rocky and tree lined hills are the perfect backdrop to the rugged man who stands over me.
He steps over the chair and reaches for my ankles, pulling them apart wide as his big body slides in-between my legs.
He puts my ankles on his shoulders and then leans forward, stretching me, and preparing me so h
is cock will go deep inside me. With one hand he reclines the back of the chair, laying me out entirely and putting me in the most comfortable of positions.
I didn’t expect our first time to be here, like this, but it’s perfect. Beds are nice, but this man and this day are all about adventure. And nothing says adventure like my first time with him out here under the stars in the Wild West. He knows what I want even better than I do.
He slides forward placing his cock right at my opening, before bending forward and kissing me again.
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