The walk back to the Jeep seemed twice as long as the way there. Shelly felt embarrassed, ashamed and foolish. She didn't even try to make conversation. After they got to the Jeep and were on their way back to her hotel, the ride felt more rough than on the way there. Shelly was aware she did not have her torn panties with her. They were probably back at the swimming hole under the water still.
Jerrick pulled up to the hotel and Shelly got out without saying a word and went to her room. She immediately went to the shower and tried to scrub herself clean. The problem was that she was more emotionally dirty than physically.
Shelly didn't leave her room for the rest of the day. She ordered room service and sat on the balcony watching the water. She just wanted to go home at this point. That night AJ called her and she was more quiet than normal.
"Is everything okay?" AJ asked. "I just wish you were here." Shelly said, but was wondering if that was true. She didn't know if she could look him in his eyes ever again.
The conversation was short and AJ talked some about his deal, but she wasn't listening. She was thinking about her earlier actions. She went to bed early that night and she kept telling herself over and over what she did was wrong.
Shelly drifted off to sleep.
Shelly could see Jerrick's big black dick pointing at her face. She was trying to stop herself, but couldn't resist and put her hands around it. She was pumping it with both of her hands. She needed to taste it. She could hear herself saying, "don't do it!", but put her mouth over it taking him as deep as she could. She was hungry for it she couldn't get enough. She felt herself getting wet and throbbing for this monster.
She moved herself so her pussy was over it. She was fighting herself to stop. Shelly had no control and started to put it in. It was like a warm knife melting through butter as it slipped in. It massaged her entire pussy as it moved in and out of her. It filled her in the most amazing way. Just as she was about to climax she woke up. She was sweating and startled. She looked around and it was dark outside. The clock next to the bed read "2:00am". Shelly's mind started to clear and she saw realized her pussy was throbbing. She touched herself through her panties and felt they were soaked and her clit was very sensitive. She found herself starting to massage it.
She started to think she was betraying herself again, but justified it because she was only touching herself. Shelly laid back down and moved her other hand to her pussy and put a finger in. She had never felt herself this wet before. One finger wasn't enough. It didn't fill her like Jerrick did. She put another in. She was wiggling on the bed as she massaged herself. She felt her orgasm coming and shook violently on the bed. Shelly fell back to sleep.
She awoke to the sun shinning on her face. She sat up in the bed and put her feet on the floor. Her knees felt a little weak and her pussy was sore. She wondered if last night was a dream and noticed her panties were not on. She smelled her fingers and recognized the scent.
She took another shower and tried to decide what she wanted to do. She had one more day before her husband arrived and she didn't want to run into Jerrick. Her thoughts started to betray her and she wasn't sure if it was because she couldn't control herself.
She ordered room service for breakfast and ate on her balcony. She watched as more and more people went out to the beach. The weather was going to be great. Shelly fought with herself on what she should do. She knew if she went to the beach she would see Jerrick, but desperately didn't want to see him.
Shelly fought with herself for about another hour and decided she would go to the pool instead. She put on a regular black bikini. She avoided looking at herself in the mirror as she still felt ashamed of herself. She put a wrap around her body and went down to the pool.
Shelly just finished laying down on a chair she had picked out when a female server approached her.
"Would you like something to drink?" the lady asked in a thick accent.
Shelly's first reaction was to say no, but she needed to relax. "Do you have margaritas?" "We have a wonderful Jamaican Margarita." The server offered. "Okay I'll try that."