Nadia poured the days' first glass of rum and sipped as she looked through the open window of the villa to the sandy beach outside. The morning was hot and still, except for the waves slowly lapping at the shore like a lover's tongue on her pussy; and a slight ocean breeze blowing in from the sea like breath against her skin.
The sound of feet on the bamboo floor and the cheerful murmur of men's voices from the hallway.
This was the beginning of her day; a ritual to which she had carefully crafted the cadence and hand selected her consort. She sipped her drink again and felt down her flat stomach to between her thighs as she leaned against the counter and embraced the anticipation of what was to cum. Thanks to her inheritance, money wasn't a problem, and now she was living the dream. She wasn't sure of how many women got to live on a villa on the beach with four sexy men who were there only for her pleasure and fantasy fulfillment, but there couldn't be many.
The four men, with hard bodies and silk boxer shorts, talked with each other as they spilled through the kitchen, kissing and fondling her in each their own way as they passed. They smelled like body wash, beach oil and cologne. As they kissed her, she tasted each of their different toothpaste, only slightly concealing the hint of their morning drink, ranging from coffee to pre-workout, to tequila. They flowed over and around her like water around a rock, eventually lounging in the overstuffed and abundant pillows and couches of the living room. The walls of the living room were screen, and the decor made it look more like a harem tent that had screen walls which allowed the sea breeze to flow around them.