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Retrospection: In Command
Shine had one tattoo, a double interlocking female gender symbol on her left upper buttock. Getting a tattoo was one of Shine's most terrible conflicts with her parents. She finally gave up on getting their blessing, saved up the money, and had it done without. It had cost a month's grounding, which put a serious crimp in her black ops, but it was worth it.
She loved the message, expressing her love of all things feminine, but it also had borne quite tangible fruits now and then, like the year before when she'd vacationed at a Mexican beach resort with her family. Even though everyone had gone down to the pool together that morning, she'd moved off on her own. She had no interest in playing the role of
one of the kids.
She wore oversized white sunglasses and a sizzling gold Brazilian bikini.
She flaunted herself like it was her last day on Earth.
As she stood over a patio chaise flattening the wrinkles in her towel she heard a woman's deep, sensual voice from behind. "I like your tattoo."
Shine looked behind to see a stunning brunette standing behind her. She looked to be in her late thirties or forties. She had long, dark hair and brown eyes. She was tall with a strong frame and very shapely. She wore a modest, black one piece, but she had curves that couldn't be tamed.
Very nice indeed,
thought Shine.
"Is that all you like?" Shine coaxed.
The woman shifted on her feet. "I only meant..."
"I know what you meant." Shine turned to her side, posing, slipped her finger under her bikini string and ran it slowly back and forth. "Do you want the full tour?"
The woman put her hand on her chest, visibly flushing. Shine could practically see her sweating and half expected her to bolt.
"I'm twice your age."
"Yeah, probably. But you're still hot. And I'm in the mood for some exercise."
She just stood there turning redder with a suspicious look on her face. "How old are you?"
"Twenty" Shine lied.
"You're a very naughty young woman." There was no way Shine could pass for twenty. She was eighteen, but looked even younger than that. However, the woman still contemplated.
Shine moved right up to her prey, her face inches away from the woman's generous bust. She caressed her well-tanned shoulder, and then stood up on the balls of her feet to within inches from the woman's pretty face. Emphasizing every word, she whispered, "I'm
dying
to show you just how naughty." As Shine looked into those brown eyes, she could see the defenses failing, lust overcoming reason. Shine lived for that moment, the moment when she became master and this forty-year-old dish her willing slave.
"My husband is playing golf this morning. Wait here ten minutes. Then come to room seven-twelve.γ» Shine maintained her gaze, and the woman seemed to have trouble breaking her spell. But she managed to disengage. Shine watched her walk into the hotel, admiring her ass and long legs.
She whispered under her breath. "Not bad for her age, not bad at all."
Shine waited only a couple of minutes before packing up.
When she knocked on the door, the response from the other side was, "You're early. Give me a minute."