Explorers Club Ch. 4: The Minion
I was face down on the bed, naked. I turned my head back and Gracie was standing beside the bed, over me. It took me a second to remember where I was: I remembered I was out in my bungalow on the beach, and my bed was basically just a mattress on the floor. The ball of her foot kneaded into the flesh of my ass, pushing my erection into the mattress underneath me.
Gracie wore a red sundress with yellow and white polka dots: a light, flowy dress that ended at her mid-thigh. Her long brown hair was already brushed and straight, flowing around her shoulders, and her bright green eyes watched me intently. My eyes traced up her bare thighs, over her sundress and landed on her rack, barely concealed by the thin dress. I remembered the feel of her soft breasts from the car last night, and wondered what they looked like fully exposed. I felt my cock press harder into the bed as her foot pressed down on my butt.
She shook her head. "It's nine o'clock already! You're already sleeping through your birthday minion obligations."
"But the day just started..." I complained.
"But you agreed to start your responsibilities at dawn," she scoffed. "Don't you remember?"
The memories of the bar last night were hazy. I looked behind me to the open door.
"Your door was wide open," she explained, watching my gaze. "I doubt those doors even lock. Now get up, you definitely need to take a shower. Why are you covered in sand?"
"I uh..." I groaned. "I like to walk naked on the beach?"
"Oh? Did you fuck the beach, too, while you were at it?" she asked.
I was groggy and my brain could think of no possible response to that question.
The ball of her foot moved in a slow circle around my buttocks. "You know you have a nice muscly butt, Perkins."
"Uh... thanks?" I was growing harder the more she pushed.
"Flex it for me," she said.
"Flex?" I said.
"Flex your butt," she said. "You're my minion, you have to do what I say today."
I flexed my ass muscles, and she grinned. She removed her foot and waved to the shower.
"Good boy. Now go wash up."
I was a little hesitant to actually lift my torso and expose my erection as she stared down at me. "I feel a little awkward with you staring at me."
"Why is that?" She smiled and crossed her arms. I could almost see up the bottom of her sundress from below.
"Well I'm uh..." I looked down.
"What? Hard?" she asked, with an amused chuckle.
Gracie bent down and her face was just beside me next to the bed. Her green eyes looked into mine with a hint of mischief as her hand explored underneath my body. I felt her fingers feel past my chest, down my stomach, and she reached deeper until they found the base of my cock. Her fingers touched it gently and stroked it for a second underneath me. I raised my hips to give her a better angle as her fingers traced across my erect shaft pushing into the bed. Her eyes widened a little as my cock grew a little more, stretching to its full, hard length.
"Looks like my minion has some morning wood..." Gracie said, as her fingers worked, then laughed loudly.
"What?" I asked, a little taken aback.
"Perkins! Even your dick has sand on it! And your balls do too! Oh my god..."
"Sorry," I mumbled, as she stood up. She prodded my balls with the toe of her foot and shook her head, laughing.
"Go wash up already, sandy balls!"
I stood and let her look over my naked body. She waited a few feet from me and didn't bother to hide her ogling. Her stare stopped at my erection hanging in front of me. It twitched, and she smirked.
"Am I allowed to brush my teeth first?" I asked.
"Sure," she said, shrugging.
I turned and Gracie smacked my ass hard as I walked over to the bathroom. I gave her a glance as I closed the door. I brushed my teeth quickly and heard her rummaging around the room outside. The bathroom wasn't big enough to contain the shower, so after I left the bathroom I went to the separate shower stall to warm up the water.
My dick was flopping around half hard, and my horniness was fighting with my tiredness. I went to grab a towel to put around my waist while I waited for the water to warm but Gracie smacked my hand and hung the towel back up.
"Don't get the sand all over your towel, Perkins!" she said, and smacked my ass again. I turned to her, but she pointed a finger at me before I could try anything. "And minions don't get to touch me while you're still covered in sand!"
She smacked my butt again and giggled, looking down at me.
I raised an eyebrow. "Why do you keep laughing?"
"Because your floppy dick jiggles every time I smack you," she said, grinning mischievously, as she smacked my ass harder this time.
"Are you enjoying abusing me?" I asked, as I tested the water.
"Obviously," she said, snickering and smacking me again.
"Alright water's warm, I'm escaping your abuse now," I said, and stepped into the tiny stall.
"Fine," she said, and turned to my luggage.
The frosted glass door separated the shower stall from the rest of the room, but it was small and barely covered my torso. I had to crouch a little as well, if I fully stood up my head would hit the showerhead. Gracie went to my luggage and put out some of my clothes on the bed: one of my nicer pairs of khaki shorts and a light blue buttoned shirt.
"Are you picking out my clothes?" I asked, as I grabbed the soap and a washcloth that was waiting in the shower stall. I silently thanked Hale for making sure the shower was stocked.
She held up the light blue buttoned shirt and looked to me. "Well it's the best you have. We may need to get you some new stuff... it's a bit wrinkly, but good enough for now."
She put the shirt back on my bed and smoothed it out a bit.
Gracie sat down on a small rattan chair in the corner of the room and began flipping through a magazine on the chair about Hawaiian tourism destinations while I showered at the other end of the room.
"So I need to make sure you agree to my birthday rules before we get going," she said casually.
