"Wow...this place is amazing!" I murmured to Tomo as our taxi wound up the lane towards the hotel lobby. Our car was surrounded by lush gardens and palm trees. I rolled down the window and listened to the crash of waves on the nearby beach. The air was humid heavy with the scent of tropical flowers, a far cry from the factory smoke and crisp spring air we had left behind in Japan.
Once in the lobby, we quickly checked in, given that we had VIP service thanks to Tomo's co-worker. We were whisked to our suite on the 10th floor and the bellhop stored our luggage for us and pointed out the room's amenities. After a quick tip, we were finally on our own after the long journey.
I flopped down on the king-sized bed and kicked off my shoes. Tomo, meanwhile, was exploring the balcony.
"Look at this view, babe!" he called to me.
I propped myself up on my elbows and glanced out the window. We had a gorgeous view of the beach – white sand, clear blue ocean dotted with boats and windsurfers and bright, blindingly blue sky. I sighed in utter contentment.
"Remind me to thank your co-worker when we get back, Tomo. This is fan-fucking-tastic!" Gleefully, I rolled around on the huge bed before getting up and heading to the bathroom. "I'm just gonna take a shower and then we can head off to explore, ok?" Without waiting for a reply, I closed the bathroom door, turned on the shower and slipped out of my traveling clothes.
The shower had a total of 5 shower heads, aimed at different parts of my body: one above my head, two on either side at chest level, and two at hip level. I turned on all of the jets and relaxed in the hot steam. I closed my eyes and began to lather up my hair, humming happily to myself.
Suddenly, I felt a chill. I opened my eyes to see that Tomo had stripped down and slipped into the shower with me. I smiled at him and pulled him under the water with me. I massaged his head with my shampoo-covered fingers as his hands began to rub up and down my slippery body. He cupped my ass and brought me roughly up against him, pressing his growing hard-on against me. I moaned as he pressed against my clit, making my pussy start to flow.
"Ohhhhh... I've been needing to fuck you since that plane ride..." he said, squeezing my ass before slapping it once. "Turn around."
Eagerly, I obliged. My pussy was dripping, anticipating his thick cock inside me. I turned to face the glass wall of the shower and Tomo began rubbing his cock against my ass. I looked up and found I was looking right into the mirror. I watched as Tomo slid his hands up my back, around my chest to grab my tits and massage them roughly. He pinched my nipples quickly, making me moan, before sliding his hands down to my pussy.
"Hmmm I think you need to fuck, too, Sara..." he made eye contact with me in the mirror and grinned as he slid his cock into me. He kept light pressure on my clit as he began to slowly fuck me, starting a smooth, slow rhythmic fuck. I braced myself against the shower wall and pushed my ass back towards him, wanting to feel him deeper.
We couldn't hold out for long. Tomo grabbed my left hip with his left hand, keeping his right hand on my clit and started to fuck me hard and fast. I stared in the mirror, watching us as we fucked furiously. I was moaning and crying out his name as I got closer and closer.
"OH fuck baby I'm gonna cum!" I cried as his thumb flicked my clit before rubbing it in fast circles.
"Ohhh yes cum for me....mmmm yeahhh I'm gonna cum deep in your pussy..." Tomo grunted as he slammed deep into me. My pussy started to squeeze around his cock as I came, milking him. A few seconds later, he yelled out in Japanese as his hot cum started to fill my cunt.
"Hmmm yeah Tomo! Oh fuck....that feels so gooooooooooooooooooooooood..." I moaned, feeling his hot cream filling me. I squeezed my pussy around his cock, wanting him inside me forever.
Tomo slumped against me, both of us panting and sweating under the water of the shower. After a few moments, Tomo began to slide his softening cock out of my pussy. I felt his cum begin to drip out of me. I turned around to face him again, my eyes lingering on his wet, glistening chest before drifting up and gazing into his eyes. We kissed deeply, our hands roaming all over each other. Tomo gave my ass one last gentle squeeze before opening the shower door and getting out.
After drying ourselves off, we got dressed to go down for dinner. I twisted my hair into a loose chignon at the back of my neck and slipped into a short, pale blue halter-neck dress. Tomo, meanwhile, put on a pair of dark blue jeans and an orange button-down shirt. We slipped our shoes on and headed down to the resort's restaurant.
Upon arriving, we found that there was assigned seating in this restaurant; the hotel put couples of similar age together at tables. I was a little apprehensive about this. Why couldn't we just sit alone? I didn't want to sit with just any random people!
"Oh, come on. It'll be ok," Tomo said, grabbing my hand and leading me towards the table. Our dinner companions were already there. As Tomo and I got settled and introduced ourselves, I surreptitiously looked them over. There were two couples at the table: Charlotte and Massimo, and Sam and Tara. Sam and Tara were in their late 20s or early 30s and were, well, average-looking. They seemed like a nice couple, from England and in Thailand for 2 weeks. Charlotte and Massimo, however, were amazingly gorgeous, as well as talkative and outgoing. Tomo and I immediately felt comfortable with them and we chatted easily throughout dinner. I rubbed Tomo's thigh under the table and he glanced at me. I quickly raised an eyebrow and discreetly licked my lips, as if to say, "these two are so hot!" He nodded slightly, kissed my cheek and kept talking to them. I jumped into the conversation, but spent a good amount of dinner just checking them out.
Charlotte was an Australian girl with an adorable accent. She was, I learned, 24 years old and lived in Thailand working as a bartender. She had gorgeous, dark, ebony coloured-skin, black hair done up in short twists, smoldering, sexy brown eyes and a gorgeous smile. She was wearing a low-cut purple silk mini-dress, showing off her ample cleavage and long sexy legs. She was just an amazing woman and I felt myself getting wet, wondering if she was into girls like I was.
Massimo, meanwhile, was equally gorgeous. He was 26 years old and originally from Italy, but was now working at the same bar as Charlotte in Bangkok. He had golden-brown skin, short light-brown hair and clear green eyes. His body was trim and fit; not overly muscular but nowhere near scrawny. Massimo spoke quickly in English but his thick Italian accent made it a bit difficult to understand him. Little did I care! His voice and his accent were dripping with sex. He was dressed very stylishly, in a crisp white button down shirt and black pants.
Dinner ended quickly, it seemed, and we lingered at our table drinking wine. The other couple from our table, Sam and Tara, left quickly and went to their room. Tomo, Charlotte, Massimo and I proceeded to get a little tipsy, drinking a few bottles of wine between us before someone got the bright idea to head down to the beach. The guys didn't think it was such a great idea and preferred to hang out at the bar. Charlotte and I headed off to the beach by ourselves.
Giggling, we stumbled outside and ran towards the beach. I quickly ditched my shoes and felt the warm sand between my toes as I ran towards the water. I looked up at the sky as the warm water lapped around my feet, counting the stars. I heard someone sloshing through the water next to me and looked over to see Charlotte standing there.
"Beautiful here, isn't it?" she asked.
