left her wanting more and more. She couldn’t wait to try again.
As if the universe listened in to her thoughts, the nearby cabin door opened behind her. She pretended not to notice and kept her eyes closed. Then, slowly, exquisite muscle by exquisite muscle, she stretched upward like a cat. She wanted for all eyes on her to know that the hot tub was warm, relaxing, and inviting.
When finally she opened her eyes, she noticed that at the door, mouth agape, was Holden. Ariel had been expecting Rebecca...but giving him an erotic display had its advantages as well.
“Hey there,” he said. “Rebecca's gone up to bed. Too much to drink. I just wanted to let you know. You look...um...”
“Comfortable?”
He nodded graciously. “Sure. Yes.”
It was hard to stifle her laugh. In several ways, Holden and Rebecca were nearly the same person. It was easy to see how they had come together.
Such a good boy. I wonder how he’ll take it when I’m sucking him off better than anyone else ever has. No way Rebecca has even touched his cock yet.
“Do you want to come in?” she offered, moving aside. “There’s plenty of room, and the water feels delicious.”
“I don’t know if I should.”
“Don’t be silly,” she said, sliding forward. She leaned on her hands, her tits nearly popping out of her tiny bikini. Her massive globes were wet and shiny. Her fingers slid over their surface, clearly wanting him to think about what it would be like if he touched. “Please? I’d love some company. That’s why I came on this trip, after all.”
His stance shifted, but his gaze fell firmly on Ariel’s rack. “I thought it was to hang out with Rebecca?”
He was wavering. Ariel knew she had him. The same way that she knew she had complete control of a customer at her restaurant, that he would give her a massive tip just because she smiled at all his lame jokes.
“Come on. How shallow do you think I am? She won’t shut up about you. You’re important to her. So,” she tossed her thick, wet hair back casually, pretending not to be aware of how her tits were thrust forward even more, “that means you’re important to me. So let me get to know you. Please?”
“Sure. Sure, okay.” He looked around for a minute. “Let me just uh, go find my bathing suit and a towel.”
She laughed. “Come on! It’s not our cabin. Who cares if it gets a little wet while we walk around later? Just wear your undies. I don’t care. I’ll get a towel for you afterward.”
“You’ll get the towel?”
“Of course.” She stood up slightly, pretending to be offended. “I mean, aren’t you used to women doing what you ask? You’re so handsome, after all.”
He blushed harder, his thick biceps flexing in his sweater.
“Come on in,” urged Ariel. “The water’s so warm...”
Slowly, he took off his sweater. Ariel let her eyes boggle a bit. He was fucking ripped . His abs were stacked high up into his chest, and his pecs looked molded from stone. His biceps, thick and veiny, bulged with strength. And that wasn’t the only bulging going on. As he removed his pants, she discovered that he wore tight black briefs, but the darkness of the color couldn’t disguise his very real half-hard cock. Or at least, Ariel guessed that it was half-hard. She couldn’t even imagine how large it must be if it was all the way soft and still left such a big impression in the fabric.
Slowly, he slid into the water. He tried to sit across from Ariel, but she wouldn't allow it, coming close.
“God, you’re built.” She put a hand on his chest, feeling. “Can I?”
He might have refused, had her hands not already been on him. That was why, of course, she had touched him before asking. Now that he felt the softness of her touch, it was harder to push her away.
“Hey...” he coughed. “Come on, now. I thought Rebecca said that...you know.”
“What?”
“That you were a lesbian.”
“Oh, I totally am.”
“But...I mean. Come