This story is partially an experiment. Written in two days, it is presented here raw and unedited, which not how I usually present my work. Please enjoy. Feedback is welcome
The original plan was to arrive at the hotel, drop bags in the cabana and then head immediately downtown for dinner, a few drinks and a bit of dancing. Maybe even hook up with a horny college girl fucking her way through school on Daddy's money for a one-night stand before sending her back to her hotel room (Preferably in another hotel!) in the morning. Fourteen hours stuck in my seat through departure delays and rerouting around a storm followed by missing the late shuttle to the resort and aggravations of checking in late sucked all the eagerness out of me. Instead, I grabbed a microwavable burger and overpriced sports drink from the hotel store with plans to choke down the burger then hit the small resort gym. I needed to stretch my muscles and just fucking MOVE.
Yeah, I hear what you're saying- I should have just jumped in the shower, loosened up a bit and gone out to find real food and that co-ed to ride like a rental car but, truth be told, I KNEW I wasn't in the mood just then. Any flirting I started would be bitching about air travel and that doesn't exactly set the mood. And it's sad that two bites into the burger had me thinking good things about airline food. I tossed the rest in the trash, finished changing into my workout gear and hit the gym.
Now the gym at the small resort wasn't that bad- the usual wall of mirrors, the adjustable-weights Tower of Exercise, a few stationary bikes and three treadmills. Normally I'd happily jump on one of the bikes and run through one of the preset options. Hell, I'd already planned to rent a bike at least one day this trip and bike once around the island sightseeing. But the idea of sitting down again so soon turned my stomach, so it had to be the treadmill. Stretch, earbuds in, select a good long course and speed and soon I pounded down an imaginary street to my exercise playlist, completely zoned out of the waking world.
And I do mean 'completely zoned out' because she'd been standing in front of me for at least five minutes before I snapped out of it and finally noticed her. This was NOT a woman one casually ignores either. Roughly six foot tall if an inch in her bare feet, with a mass of bronze-blonde curls and the type of copper skin that comes only from laying out in the sun. Not a Fake-and-Bake girl this one. That's where she had to be coming from too, either poolside or the beach because she wore a very small sling-kini bottom and a top that covered the erect tents formed by her nipples but did very little to control her perfectly round tits. Fake tits obviously, but that had to be because there wasn't an ounce of fat on her. I had a feeling she could toss me over her shoulder and drag me off into the island interior with little trouble. I certainly wouldn't fight her if she did.
Wrestle in oil, yes. Fight for my long-lost virginity? Absolutely not.
Yeah, my libido started kicking in once my brain registered her standing there watching me over the neon purple rims of her sunglasses and I'm going to stand by that being the reason my stride faltered a bit and I almost stumbled. It had nothing to do with the look in her dark-green eyes that judged me like a prey animal. Or when she leaned in close to look at the timer on the treadmill's control panel, then not-so-subtly at the bulge of my shorts I found impossible to control.
Damn. Even her smile was predatory.
And she smelled like coconut oil. Like 'if she were in the right light in the dark, she'd shine' level of coconut oil.
I waited for her to say something, mostly because my mouth was desert dry and all my thinking blood flowed somewhere other than my brain, but instead she slowly licked her lips before walking away. No, not 'walking'- prowling. If she'd had a twitching tail attached to that glorious golden ass, it would not have been out of place. Not one bit. Stunned, I watched her go, my legs still pumping to keep up with the rolling belt under my feet. Auto-pilot controlled my lower body. Two of them. Flying separate planes.
She only looked back once when she stopped at the door to the steam room, purposefully bending at the waist to give me a better look at her sculpted ass when she grabbed one of the large towels on the rack next to the door. She knew I was watching. This woman commanded attention when she wanted it and she undoubtedly wanted mine. NOW.
My left hand slapped the 'Stop' button on the control panel while my right reflexively grabbed the nearby towel I brought just for the purpose of wiping down the machine. There's a part of me that wants to say I did that out of politeness or wanting to stretch out the game she was preparing, but I really just needed a second or twelve to stop my knees from wobbling. I gathered my own towel from the rack outside, counted to thirty by threes and slipped into the steam room.
I want to set the scene by saying something clever like 'a cloud of steam fogged my vision for an instant when I shut the door' but that didn't happen. I'm not that poetic. I shut the door and she sat there, completely nude and already with a fine sheen of steamy sweat coating her coppery skin, leaning back with her legs spread open invitingly. I watched one lucky bead gather between her tits, roll down her chest and tight tummy until it disappeared into the small, decorative tangle of brass-blonde pubes at the top of her tantalizing pussy. It crossed no tan lines on her at all, not even a hint of one. Immediately, I moved to rescue that sweat drop. To help it complete its journey into the valley of paradise.
She stopped me with claws pressing very pointedly against my chest. I froze, acknowledging that I'd overstepped the boundaries of her game. She stared up at me, still looking over the rim of her purple sunglasses. With her free hand, she drew one nail over my stomach and throbbing hard-on still contained in my shorts, frowning and pinching at the fabric. I might have been taken aback by this amazon's silence, but I'm not THAT dumb. I stripped off my clothes in a flash, tossing them into a pile on the bench by the door. Satisfied, she smiled at my revealed hard-on, gently caressing my shaft and balls with the ends of her dangerous claws. I was losing the war against the building need to grab her head and drive into her mouth, especially when she bent forward to put a kiss firmly on my swollen head. Fuuuucckk... she left lipstick on me.
I waited to feel her lips wrap around my cock, sliding all the way to the base in one go. If this woman couldn't deep throat without thinking about it, I'm a turnip. Her strong hands wrapped around my hips...
Then she pushed me away, leaning back lazily against the wooden bench. Surprised, I looked down at her, trying to decide what I was being instructed to do. She stared back, tilting her head towards the bench opposite, on the other side of the hot stones. And she pouted sadly until I settled down into my assigned place. I followed her lead, settling back with my knees apart, my hard cock twitching against my stomach with my pounding pulse. She gave me a satisfied smile, languidly sprinkling a ladle of water over the hot stones to create more steam.
This time I took a little initiative, opting to give her a bit of a show. Reaching down, I started caressing my thighs, gently brushing my cock every so often. My hands rubbed over my pubes, reaching down to pull down on my aching balls, pulling them away from my body. Her hands acted too, stroking up her thighs, along her hips and ribs and finally cupping her tits. She spread her legs challengingly, putting her feet up on the corners of the box of hot stones separating us and giving me the first glimpse of the pink heaven of her pussy.
Watching her play with her tits, I tried to act nonchalant, leaning back against the riser with one hand supporting my head. Our hands wandered over our own bodies for a while, teasing each other with this unspoken display. Our bodies gleamed with steam and sweat in no time. I didn't have to look down to see the bead of pre-cum leaking from my dick, casually spreading it over my cockhead with lazy finger. She licked her lips slowly, savoring the taste of my cum I guess, then responded by slipping her hands down to the crotch. Spreading her nether lips with her thumbs, opening the exotic pink honey pot that was already making my dick twitch.
