A few nights had passed since I hooked up with Sydney, and I had begun to pass the time by putting the moves on another one of the hot blondes on the team after doing her photo shoot.
Her name was Jordan Daigle, a smoking blonde with a tight little body who I had in fact known ever since her college days at Texas Christian University in Fort Worth.
But so far, she had managed to resist my advances, so we agreed to go to the little tiki bar on the beach, just as friends, and have some drinks together to celebrate the end of her part of the shoot.
She had gone on this trip solo, despite having a pretty serious boyfriend back at home in the States herself, so I knew if I was ever going to have a chance to hook up with her, it would be while on the shoot.
Well like most of the rest of the girls, it turns out Jordan wasn't blessed with the ability to hold her liquor, so despite her often having the reputation as the "Good-too-Shoes" of the squad, she soon started to find herself in an inebriated state.
"OHGOD...how did I get so hammered John?" she whispered as she grabbed me by the arm and led me out the door, wobbly on her own two feet after drinking several margaritas that night.
"I think they put the strong stuff in the margaritas Jordan," I told her as we headed for the hotel, Jordan letting me talk her into walking her up her room to make sure she was alright, "but if it makes you feel any better, I'm at least as drunk as you are, if not more so."
"You know...you really do look fantastic tonight Jordan..." I whispered in her ear when we arrived in front of her hotel room, admiring her tight little body in the form-fitting red dress she was wearing as I made myself at home and followed her inside.
"I'm okay John, I'm in the room now-" she told me, stopped in mid-sentence by me wrapping her up in my arms and giving her a kiss, Jordan surprising even herself by letting it linger until it lead right into another one that was deeper and more passionate than the first one.
"MMM...why did you stop?" she whispered after I broke the second kiss and started to walk away, blocking my way out the door.
"Because I wasn't going to let this continue unless I heard it from you first, Jordan," I told her as I kissed her again, her legs locking around me as I carried her to the bed and laid her down on it, dropping the straps on the dress.
"MMM...OHGOD...this is so unlike me..." she hissed as I kissed her neck and slid off her panties, feeling her wrapping her hands around my dick as soon as I stepped out of my pants.
"It's just the alcohol talking baby," I whispered as she pulled off my shirt and pushed my underwear out of the way as she dropped to her knees and wrapped her lips around my dick.
"Drunk or not, this is as far as I'm willing to let this go baby," she softly told me as she began to suck on it, her hands wrapping around my dick to hold it in place as I placed both of my hands on the back of her head.
