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sweet rhythmic passion that matched the movement of the ship. Brandy threw her head back in delight. She opened her eyes and two amethysts glowed back at her.
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Brandy sat up in bed. She was breathing fast and felt confused. She tried to recall the details of the dream but could only remember having sex and she hadn’t come. Her pussy felt slick from the vivid dream.
Brandy needed to get out to clear her head. “I’m going to take a walk,” she told Miranda, who was watching a Spanish telenovela. She grabbed her pack. Ryan had said he’d put the amethyst in it. She should take it to the hotel safe.
Miranda looked at her watch. “We’re supposed to congregate in the main lobby in thirty minutes.”
“I’ll see you there,” Brandy said and slung the pack over her shoulder.
Brandy was met at the front desk by a handsome Cuban in his mid to late twenties. Despite his olive complexion he had a scattering of freckles across his face and on his arms below his sleeves. His hair was neatly groomed and he had a dark shadow of stubble across his face.
Brandy looked at his nametag. “Armando. Hi, do you speak English?”
“Of course,” he answered in a smooth accent.
Armando was a touch taller than she. The buttons on his shirt pulled as he moved his muscular upper body.
“I’ve got something I want to put into the hotel safe.”
“That’s fine,” he replied, taking out a logbook. “What is it?” he asked, the pen poised.
Brandy looked into her bag. Ryan had told her it was there, but she couldn’t see it anywhere. She shook the bag then reached in to find the amethyst. Her hand closed around the rock.
Brandy pulled her hand out of the purse and looked at Armando. Her eyes glowed violet. “Maybe you could show me the safe?” Brandy purred. “To make sure my amethyst will be secure.”
“Certainly.” Armando looked up and caught a glimpse of her heated expression. “Come around the desk if you like.”
Armando opened the door to the office and stepped inside. In the back of the room a large safe stood proudly. It was three feet by six and looked as though it had been there since the Spanish-American War.
“It’s quite secure. Nothing has ever been stolen,” Armando assured her. But Brandy wasn’t looking at the safe. Her eyes undressed Armando as he spoke. By the way he moved she could tell he was an athlete, but how chiseled was he? How would it feel caress his skin? Would she like his kiss? She looked at his crotch. He wasn’t standing at attention and yet he had a big bulge in the front of his pants. How would it feel to writhe with desire while he pumped his huge cock into her? How long would it take for her to come?
Brandy closed the door behind her and looked Armando up and down, lust in her eyes.
“Guests really aren’t supposed to be back here.”
“I won’t tell.” Brandy pulled her arms out of her sundress and the garment fell to the floor. Her breasts moved up and down as she breathed deeply. She licked her lips. He wouldn’t say no.
“I could get fired.”
Brandy didn’t care what happened to Armando. All she knew was that she needed him. A half smile tugged on Brandy’s lips when she saw the bulge in Armando’s crotch grow. “You must be huge,” she said out loud, closing the gap between them.
Brandy undid Armando’s belt and button and let his pants fall to his knees. She knelt in front of him and pulled down his underwear. Her mouth was salivating at the chance to lick the huge Cuban cock. Brandy smiled a devilish smile. He even had freckles on his penis.
Armando grabbed handfuls of Brandy’s hair as she licked and sucked his cock, trying to fit his entire length in her mouth.
“Take your shirt off,” demanded Brandy.
Armando ripped his shirt open, eager to please. “You’re gorgeous,” she told him, standing up and licking his nipples. She ran her hands along his muscular chest and stomach.
With one sweep of her hand Brandy cleared the desk. She removed her panties