"Holly Van Slyke."
I say the name over in my mind, committing it to memory, as I watch her tight, young ass wiggle right in front of me. "Little Dutch girl," I think wickedly. "Swiss Miss. Just look at it." Her back to me as she wipes oil from her hands, I lick my chops, pretending I'm licking her all over. My name is Dana Campbell, and I'm at a resort spa near my home in Laguna Beach, California. This is my second trip in as many weeks, and this trip is specifically so I can check out Holly. Last week, I came here to unwind after a week-long tennis clinic, and I met Holly by chance when she filled in for the regular masseuse. Holly is good at massage, drop-dead gorgeous, and also friendly and flirty. Flirty enough to make me suspicious, and since I haven't had a regular playmate in a while, I booked another visit right away so I could test the waters. And the waters are very inviting, indeed.
The massage session is just finishing up. Getting dressed, I watch Holly intently as she cleans up. Her back is to me. As she wipes her hands clean, it makes her butt jiggle. She knows I'm watching. She spends an extra long time wiping her hands, with an extra big jiggle to hold my attention. I notice it, and I appreciate it. Something else I notice is the way Holly is dressed -- the shorts and the uniform polo are both a size too small, the better to show off her stellar figure. "There's also the way her hands lingered around my lady parts," I remember fondly. "The way she looked me in the eye. This girl really wants me, and it's time I take it home."
"That was a great job again, Holly. I feel really refreshed. You really know how to work out my tender areas."
"Oh, thanks. You make it really easy. You're an athlete, so you've got great muscle tone. It's easy to tell what needs attention, and I just what to do what I can to help keep you on your game."
"Thanks," I reply. "You're sweet. Retired athlete is the truth. I retired a couple years ago. Now I just do celebrity tournaments and the occasional clinic."
"Oh, okay. Retired, then. So if you're not on tour, does that mean I'll be seeing you more often?"
"Now that you mention it, I was just about to invite you out to my place for a visit. Are you free this weekend?"
"Sure am. This is my weekend off, and I don't have any other plans yet."
"Great! Here's my address," I tell her, writing it down a scrap of paper. "Why don't you come by on Saturday around noon?"
"Thanks," Holly replies, looking at the address. "I'll see you then."
I give Holly a quick hug, just to get my hands on her for a sec, and then turn to leave. My face is flush with excitement as I walk through the lobby, my pussy getting moist. Driving home, I can't stop touching myself, thinking about this little minx and her obvious intentions. The miles race by as I speed home. Once there, I burst through the door, drop my bags, and fling myself into a chair. One hand squeezing my tits, I shove the other down into my panties and rub my clit furiously into an orgasm.
After catching my breath, I walk into the kitchen and check the calendar. "Thursday," I think out loud. "Shit. It's gonna be a long two days."
Saturday comes around, and I wake early with anticipation. Truth be told, I hardly sleep, imagining Holly doing this and that, both in and out of her clothes. My pussy is on constant drip. I fumble through breakfast and the paper, doing anything I can to keep myself occupied. Looking up, the clock reads 10:30. "Okay, a quick workout."
After an easy hour in the gym, followed by a shower, the phone rings just before noon. It is the guard at the community gate announcing that Holly is here. "Right on time," I think with a smile. "I hope she's as eager as I am." A couple minutes later, Holly is driving up the entrance. I walk out to greet her. Holly parks in front of the door, and I greet her with a hug and a smile. "So glad you could make it," I say with a wink.
"Is it okay if I park here?"
"Sure. We shouldn't need to go anywhere. C'mon, let's get your bags and go inside." As I remove my hand from Holly's shoulders, I let it slide down her back and across her ass. I look for a reaction, but Holly doesn't flinch. With her bags in hand, we walk side by side towards the house. Looking up at me, Holly's hand finds its way to my ass and returns the favor. "Yup," we both think, "this is gonna be a gooood weekend."
During the complimentary tour, I ask Holly about her background. Her parents are Dutch and Swiss, and Holly is a first-gen American. She worked hard all through school to be a dancer, but after that didn't work out, she got a license as a massage therapist. At the end of the tour, I ask, "Did you bring a bikini? It's a nice day for a swim."
"Actually, I forgot mine. Can I borrow one of yours?"
"Sure," I tell her, beckoning her to follow. "Come with me." Inside my bedroom, I open a cabinet drawer. "Here, help yourself. I'm going to make some drinks and you can meet me outside."
I'm lounging by the pool, sipping a Rum Runner, when Holly walks up. "How does it look? Does it fit okay?" I nearly drop my drink. "Y-yeah," I stammer. "Looks great on you." Holly is wearing an aqua blue two-piece that looks electric against her tan. The bottom has a deep V in the front, rides high on the hip, and only covers about half of the ass. And the top... well, it was already small on me, and with Holly being a full cup size larger, she's damn near busting out of it.
"Yours looks great on you, too." Holly walks to the table and pours herself a drink. She bends at the waist, so that her tits hang out. She also wants me to get a long look at her legs. "Hopefully, I'll be licking them soon," I think wickedly.
As Holly pulls up a lounger, I boldly say, "Y'know, we can go topless. It's private here. I do it a lot."
"Ooh, great!" Holly replies. "I don't like tan lines if I can avoid them." Turning her back to me and lifting her hair, she asks, "Would you help me with it?"