Eve sighed with frustration. This holiday was meant to be time for her and Dan to reconnect, relax and have lots of make up sex. Instead he was either tapping away at his laptop or heading out to the pool to get his lengths in. True, she got to admire his muscular body in his swim shorts as he laid out on the lounger next to hers, but at a public hotel pool there was no privacy to slip her hand into those shorts, and Eve was getting very frustrated.
They used to have amazing sex. Her fingers gripping handfuls of bedsheet, Dan licking her swollen clit, pushing her to the edge before drawing back and sliding his thick cock into her. He knew just how to tease her, thrusting deep into her cunt, his face full of pleasure, moaning just the way she liked it, before pulling out and going back to her clit. He'd loved to make her come before him, pushing his cock back in to feel the waves of her orgasm gripping him before he came himself, gasping and moaning, not caring who heard.
The first morning she'd felt his cock half erect under the sheet and slid under to suck it into her throat, but he'd groaned and rolled away, starting to snore after a few moments. She let him sleep that time but every time since he'd avoided it, even when she'd put his hand under her dress at dinner, pressing his fingers against her naked slit.
Hurt and horny, she sulked through dinner, picking at her food before noticing the attention she was getting from their waiter, his shiny badge telling her his name was Callum. He was young, maybe twenty five, and tall, with strong looking hands and arms and a cute butt. His eyes drifted repeatedly to her cleavage in the fuck-me dress she'd worn for Dan. He also blushed easily as she flirted, gently at first then laughing and leaning against him, accidentally on purpose, as he served their food and drinks, her nipples pressing against the inside of her dress. Maybe Dan would realise what he was missing.
But back in their room Dan was just angry, how dare she press her tits against the waiter, giggling and simpering like an idiot.
"You don't seem interested in me pressing them against you! I wanted to fuck on this holiday Dan, stay in our room, order in, watch dirty movies on the tv and fuck, but you're just not interested! I look fucking great, and so do you, but what's the point if you're just going to work?" She glared at him, daring him to push her against the door, tear her dress and shove his cock into her, willing him to. But he just turned away and stalked to the window.
She grabbed her room key, her beach bag, and flung the door open.
The waiter stood there, frozen in the corridor, his eyes wide. She stopped for a second, wondering how much he had heard, then, embarrassed he'd heard her shouting, slammed the door behind her, strode down the corridor towards the bar. When she looked back the corridor was empty.
The main bar was crowded, couples lounging together on the luxurious furniture, laughing, talking, touching each other. Music played softly in the background, and the sound of the waves underlaid the whole scene. She went to the bar, trying to decide on a good fuck you cocktail, but the bartender was chatting up a group of young women at the other end and didn't notice her.
Eve suddenly wanted to be away from the whole thing, all these happy couples, the beautifully romantic setting, all of it. Dodging tables she headed towards the open back wall, its glass doors folded back, palm trees in silhouette against the evening sky. She kept walking until she could hardly hear the music. At the end of the prettily lit path glinted the turquoise of the hotel pool. There was a bar there but it was closed, wooden shutters tight, and the pool itself was empty. She dropped onto a sun lounger and let out her breath into the warm air. She could hear the sound of the sea and briefly considered a night swim. But she didn't know the beach as well as the one at home, the tide could take her out and no one would know where to look. That'd serve Dan right she thought. But then shook it off. No, fuck Dan, or rather not fuck Dan. She could still have her holiday, and then when they got back she would start a new life. Without him. Arsehole.
Still wanting to swim she dug in her bag and pulled out the bikini she'd bought specially for the trip. It wasn't slutty but it looked fabulous on her, the pale pink fabric against her smooth tanned skin, the bottoms emphasising her curves and slim waist, the top showing just enough flesh to make him want more. To make someone want more.
It was easy to slip on in the semi darkness and the dive into the pool cleared her head. She swam, powerfully, length after length, refusing to stop until she felt her lungs bursting for air. Then she floated, breathing hard, her hands moving the water beside her, and filling her ears so it took her a while to hear his voice.
"Shit!" she turned in the water, treading frantically, heart racing. "Shit! You made me jump!"
