I was just completely unable to stop looking at her, lying on her sunbed, by the side of the pool. She was totally and utterly mesmerising. Her voluptuous, curvy body was unbelievable, being shown off perfectly by the skimpy bikini that she was sporting, and the way she moved was so sensual and sexy, like a snake slithering.
Every so often she would spray suncream onto her skin, and I had to suppress an audible groan as I watched her slowly rub the cream into herself, causing her full, perfect breasts to jiggle and sway from side to side. My cock would throb and swell in my swimming shorts, but they were just baggy enough so I didn't think anyone would be able to tell, especially my wife who occupied the sunbed next to mine. I did notice something glinting and catching the sun, shining off and on between her breasts. I made an excuse to walk past her later that day and noticed it was a key, on a necklace, and this would often disappear down into her deep cleavage before popping out again. I wondered what it was for?
I had first seen her, the evening before, when she arrived and came into the hotel lobby. It was an expensive, exclusive hotel but she had strode in like she owned it. She was wearing leather trousers and a low cut, tight blouse that accentuated her large breasts which bounced as she moved. She walked so confidently in her high heals and gave off an air of total arrogance and entitlement as her long black hair tumbled down her back. Power literally radiated from her and every man in the room felt compelled to turn and stare. Struggling behind her was a man carrying all her heavy luggage and having difficulty keeping up. He was older than her and huffed and puffed until he caught up with her at reception. He stood quietly next to her as she checked in and then, without a word, followed her towards the elevators.
I could see that same man again now, sitting in a chair in the shade behind her, as she sunned herself. Every so often, without even looking at him, she would say something and he would immediately jump up and scurry off returning with a drink, or some food, which he would give to her before returning to his chair. Sometimes she would roll over and ask him to apply sun cream to her. She would untie the back of her bikini top, and I noticed him wincing, as if in some discomfort, as he rubbed cream into her back and legs. Her large, round bum was just an incredible site and I could see the ripples in her flesh as he circled his hands over her cheeks. It was difficult to work out their relationship but, even though he looked older, I assumed he must be her husband. He was definitely under her thumb.
That evening, after dinner, my wife said she was tired and wanted to go back to the room. I decided to go to the hotel bar for a drink and I noticed her sitting at the bar with some tall, athletic, handsome young man. I chose a seat, a little bit away from her, where I could watch her discreetly and sipped my beer. Should looked stunning in a flowing summer dress that stuck to her amazing curves, showing her body off to perfection. Her cleavage was fully on display and she laughed and flirted with this young man who was obviously totally enamoured with her. The man, whom I presumed was her husband, was sitting at a different table, by himself, on the other side of the bar and just watched as this young man bought his wife drinks all night and gave her all of his attention. Again I saw him wince at times like he was in some real discomfort. Eventually I saw her place her hand on this young man's thigh and, staring directly at him, visibly start to smoulder with a look of pure passion. She pushed her chest up aggressively towards him and said something. He nodded, before she grabbed his hand and led him out of the bar. As she passed her partner I saw her click her fingers and he stood up to follow a few paces behind them.
I spent the next day again watching her on her sunbed, behind my sunglasses, while pretending to read a book. I turned a page every so often just so my wife, next to me, didn't realise. She was completely hypnotic and captivating. At one point she decided to go for a swim and I made an audible grown as I watched her inch down the steps and slide into the water which lapped around her perfect breasts.
"Are you okay there dear?" my wife had asked.
"Yes, yes fine just a bit of back ache from lying on the sunbed too long" I lied.
I forced myself to not repeat the same noise as I watched her climb back out of the pool, dripping wet, but I could not stop my cock get rock hard in my shorts and had to cover it with my book until it settled down.
Later that day, as I was returning to my room alone, I rushed into the lift and was startled to find this beautiful, exotic woman standing there. I caught my breath when I saw her and felt my face flush.
"Ooh hello" I stuttered, smiling and trying to keep my cool. "I have seen you around the pool, my name is Mark."
She slowly turned her head towards me and I watched a knowing smirk spread across her full lips.
"Hello Mark, have you been spying on me?" she asked as she lifted her sunglasses and fixed me a with an intense stare. Her voice was soft and sultry and her beautiful green eyes seemed to bore right through to the back of my skull. For some reason I started to feel nervous. I could feel my heart rate increasing and my face flushing even more.
"No, no sorry! Not spying as such. Nothing like that. I just saw you with your husband sitting behind you in the shade."
Her smile widened as she reached up her hand and started twiddling the key that rested in her cleavage causing my gaze to fall down and stare at the spectacular sight.
"Oh well Mark, my name is Rosie and he isn't my husband, although he did used to be married. He is a rich, successful businessman who was feeling a little stressed and came to see me for some therapy. Unfortunately his marriage broke up but I convinced him to concentrate his focus somewhere else. He is much happier now."
"Therapy? What sort of therapy?"
"I am a highly skilled, clinically qualified hypnotherapist and I specialise in helping executive, professional men. I just seem to understand exactly how they think and what they need."
"Ooh I see. If I could just ask you one more question? I can't help noticing the key on your necklace and was wondering what it was for?"
She continued to twiddle the key between her fingers, as her smile widened, and stare directly into my eyes.
"Well aren't you the curious one! I tell you what, why don't you look at my Twitter profile and tomorrow you can send me a message with the answer."
She then took out a pen from her bag, grabbed my arm and wrote her Twitter @ down on it.
The lift stopped at her floor and the doors opened. She strode out with her confident demeanor and said "but remember Mark, be careful, curiosity killed the cat" before the doors closed in my face.
I hurried back to my room and tried to wash off as much of the ink as I could before putting on a long sleeve top.
I checked her profile on my phone as soon as could and was startled at what I saw. Impossibly enticing photos, usually displaying her perfect, deep, deep cleavage framed by her long, dark, thick hair and full pouty red lips. The words in her tweets clearly showed she enjoyed manipulating and controlling men sexually, mentally and financially. She was skilled at using orgasm denial to put a man in such a weak, desperate state that he would do whatever she said and she could then exploit him, and use him as she wanted. I had never encountered a woman like this before. So ruthless, so manipulative, so greedy. As I looked at more and more of her media my cock got harder and harder. For reasons I couldn't explain her arrogant, bratty, dominant attitude was so sexy and arousing. I could not sleep that night as her pictures and words played over and over again in my mind.
The next morning I messaged her on Twitter saying "it is the key to the chastity cage that man who sits behind you is wearing."
Soon I saw a reply in my inbox and clicked on it to read "That is correct Mark, aren't you a clever boy!"
For some reason receiving praise from her had sent a shot of pleasure right through my body and made my cock twitch. What was happening to me?
Then I saw another message appear and I opened it.
"I know you imagined yourself being in his place, didn't you?"
I definitely had, and it had turned me on so much that I had ended up masturbating furiously to the thought. When I came it was the strongest orgasm I had had for a long time and my knees almost buckled.
