Michelle's clit felt so swollen and sensitive between her fingers. Her eyes were closed, and her left hand rested against the soft stone tiles of the walk-in shower as the elegant rainstorm head enveloped her in cool water. Her mind raced with images of friends new and old but kept returning to the mysterious Dutch woman from the lobby.
She threw her head back, imagining Birgit kneeling in front of her, hands kneading her full, round ass, tongue buried inside her, hissing "come for me dear" in that classy, mannered, but sensuous, accent.
And she came, hard, for the second time in 20 minutes, biting her lip and whimpering, fingers gradually slowing their work on her fat clit. She rested her back flat against the side of the shower, the water still dousing her breasts and sensitive, erect nipples. She clenched her teeth and squeezed them hard. God how she wanted someone, anyone else to be even rougher with them.
Pushing open the clear glass door, she surveyed the cavernous bathroom of brilliant whites and soft browns and topes. Dual sinks, a step-up hot tub and a walk-in shower big enough for 10? She could get used to that. Drying herself with the one remaining towel as she shuffled back into the bedroom, she smiled at the mess at the foot of her bed, hoping never to be forced into eye contact with any maids.
Michelle hadn't been shocked like that since she and Rob had stumbled on her squirting prowess back in high school. She'd never cum that hard in her life, and that was saying something. In fact, Michelle hardly EVER made herself squirt, and even then, never with such force. She hoped she'd unlocked something. What an incredible feeling.
Her phone was still blowing up. Mixed in with messages from Kerri, Teri, Izzy, Freja and now Linnea AND Kaia, was one from her mom. She felt a moment of panic grip her and she double-checked she hadn't sent her any videos. Breathing easy, she told her she'd arrived alive and that she loved her. She usually told her mom EVERYTHING, but as far as mom knew, this was a regular old European vacation. Michelle wondered how much lying she'd have to do (or maybe just want to) when they next spoke.
The new neighbours were flooding her with "get your ass back here" texts. She used Freja to blanket-message the group.
"I'm meeting my friends but let this tide you over." She snapped a selfie over her shoulder of her reflection in the mirror. She was half turned and the phone covered her face. A LOT of booty, a little side-boob and a full view of her back tattoos. She smiled and sent it off.
Immediately, something nagged at her. Getting caught up in the moment with her friends was one thing, but it was awfully flippant of her to treat strangers this way. Strangers that didn't know her story, to whom she'd probably misrepresented herself, frankly. Maybe the environment and excitement had gotten the better of her and her neighbours wouldn't like her sexuality or have expectations? Michelle sighed. She hated not being liked.
Michelle took out her favourite bikini, but while tying up the bottoms, had second thoughts. A few days back, she'd realized the prospect of two straight weeks at pools and beaches and the recent weight loss was necessitating a last-minute shopping trip. Michelle being Michelle, she tried on a hundred suits she had no intention of actually buying but, for once, something snuck through her defenses.
Michelle was the farthest thing from a prude, but she'd already taken to calling the item in question her "T and A" suit. It never would have seen the light of day if she hadn't had to open the changing room door to retrieve an earring she dropped putting it on.
She'd heard a whistle and a "whoa" behind her. Looking back, a saleswoman was nodding her head. "Ok, you HAVE to get that. It looks awesome."
Michelle straightened up and re-evaluated herself in one of the many available mirrors. She didn't disagree. "You don't think it's too much though?" She'd winked at the pretty girl. "Plus, you were seeing my best side there."
The saleswoman had laughed and approached her. "I have no doubt. Now, is this a family beach or you going down south?"
"Down south."
The other woman grinned a little wickedly. "Hoping to ahhh, impress people?"
"Damn right."
The saleswoman had been outright eye-fucking her by this point. "Then do it."
Michelle was hardly wanting in self-confidence. Thing was though, Birgit, Teri, practically every damn woman she knew at this resort was clearly swimming in it and in an environment in which they were entirely comfortable. Michelle wasn't sure she quite possessed what they had, but... "Fake it 'til you make it," Michelle mumbled. She was inspired.
It was a white one-piece made up of less material than most of Michelle's bikinis. With thin straps and a SUPER-plungey neckline, the only thing that kept her tits from popping out were a series of strappy ties that ran down the front that held things in place, but also created a gap in the suit from her cleavage to just above her belly button.
Under each arm, the same strapping ran all the way down to her hips. It plunged similarly in the back and had cheeky bottoms, always risky with an ass like hers. Michelle did more than a few 360s in the mirror and decided that anyone who didn't love her body in the suit, didn't deserve to see her out of it. She threw on a short, floral kimono cover-up, stepped into her sandals, hung the service sign on the door and headed out.
A bunch more texts from the neighbours. She glanced up at the Swedes suite as she reached the landing and saw everyone milling around the table. No time like the present. Michelle was always over-explained everything, and knew she was about to again. No matter, she sighed and turned right.
As she made her way over, she texted Izzy and Kaia, letting them know she'd be right there. As she climbed the stairs, Michelle got more and more nervous. "Awww, everyone's got their clothes back on," she joked as she reached the deck.
The group whooped as one and turned in their chairs. Linnea hopped up and made a beeline for the bar. "I had a feeling you couldn't stay away long, what can I pour for you?"
She waved her hand and tried not to seem rude. "Sorry, I'm not staying." She paused and sighed. "I need to make a bit of a speech and I'm uncomfortable so bear with me."
Teri furrowed her brow. "Are you dumping us already?"
Michelle smiled and shook her head. "Shut up you goof. About me being alone in that villa..."
"Is it really that important?" asked Freja. "Whatever it is, I can't imagine it mattering to us." She meant it in a polite, "we don't need to invade your privacy" way. Everyone's head nodded in agreement. Their body language was one of concern.
"Well it's important to me is all, and I feel uncomfortable about sexting the hotties next door without having...I guess, represented myself properly." She was trying to be laid back. It felt awkward already. She plowed through though and launched into the story of her breakup, her sexuality, and the couple that was supposed to occupy her hut. She felt silly the whole time and made sure to make it the shortest version possible.
"Anyway, this is all new and I was suddenly hit with this guilty feeling and I do this thing where I over-explain and need to shut up, so..." Teri suddenly hopped up and embraced her. It was almost tender. So much so, Michelle suppressed a laugh.
"So, you got all serious to tell us, basically, you like us but because this is new, you may not want to fuck us right away?"
Kerri gave her ass a hell of a smack. "Shut up T, good grief! The point of stuff left unsaid is the unsaid part."
Teri yelped, smiled and slapped Kerri's hand. "Oh, take it easy, she's one of us, I could tell right away. Michelle totally gets me."
Michelle nodded. "And, shameful as it is, you obviously get me." She motioned back toward the main resort. "I'm gonna go to my friends, but I'll be back either later today or tomorrow, depends what they want to do. But you guys are very sweet, and I'd like us all to hang out."
Teri smirked. "Are they as hot as you?"
"Hotter."
"Sold." Teri downed a shot.
