The next day was Sunday and I woke up to find sunlight streaming through the windows. I smiled and turned my head on the pillow to see my gorgeous hunk, Daniel, sleeping next to me. He hadn't returned to his room but had stayed in mine all night. We hadn't made love any further last night, yet kissed and cuddled and made out some more before showering and getting ready for bed.
Wow, I could get used to this, I thought. I still had to decide whether this guy was going to be my boyfriend; from the way things were unfolding, it certainly felt like we already were. Perhaps I'm just kidding myself in thinking I still had a choice to reject him. After all, even if we became 'official', if things didn't work out we could always part ways, him now up to speed on how to pleasure a woman, and me feeling like I'd had a fun experience. What was there to lose?
He was naked next to me, and I peeked under the covers to see that gorgeous cock of his, now flaccid. I had always been fascinated by the way men's cocks got bigger. Now it was about four inches long, maybe a three-inch girth. It was astonishing how it could swell up to that huge, impressive size.
I swung my legs off the bed and went over to a chest of drawers. Opening one drawer, I grabbed my bikini. Quickly smoothing the two-piece onto my naked body, I grabbed a towel from the bathroom, then opened the glass sliding door and headed outside. Walking past the two sun loungers where Daniel and I had spoken yesterday, I took the path to the swimming pool. It was about 6:30am.
Arriving there, I saw that only a couple of other people had arrived before me, and they were far over on the other side. Great. I didn't feel like chatting. I didn't know them. There was one woman about thirty-five years old, with a passable body for her age. The other was a fat, middle-aged dude with balding hair. Hmph.
I flung the towel on one of the sun loungers that surrounded the pool, then took the steps to lower myself into the water. I dunked my head underwater to get my hair wet, then re-emerged to sluice it back behind my head. I splashed around for a while, then started swimming laps. It felt good to be in the coolness of the water, the sun playing on my smooth skin.
Presently, Daniel appeared. He was wearing a men's swimsuit -- Speedos. He had obviously figured where I had gone. I waved to him.
"Good morning," he said, bringing his hand to his forehead to shield his eyes from the sun.
"Come in," I said, beaming my biggest smile.
Daniel suddenly dived into the water and I had the delight of watching him suddenly appear in front of me out of the water like a Greek hero, all muscles and athleticism, as he flung his arms around me. We embraced. "How did you sleep, baby?"
I liked the way he called me that. "Like a log."
He pushed me up against the side of the pool and kissed me deeply for several seconds. Breaking contact, I gasped. "Hey, people are watching!"
Daniel looked behind him. The other two were still there but hadn't yet noticed. "Stuff them," said Daniel. Then his lips descended on mine once more. We kissed passionately, and I felt the desire of last night burst into flame once more.
"Wow, it's too early for this," I managed, when our lips parted once more.
"Right now, I wish we could be like this forever," said Daniel.
I looked up at his handsome face, happy. "Me, too." Then I thought of something. "Yet this is already the last day. It's only a weekend getaway."
Daniel looked at me as he held me in his arms. I felt safe and protected. "Then we should make the most of it."
"What are you going to do? Hit the resort gym?"
"Nah, stuff that. I can work out any day. I can't be with you like this every day. Let's stay together."
So we did. We spent another half-hour or so, splashing around in the pool, swimming laps, playing around, laughing and joking, him splashing me and my squealing and giggling like some kid girl. It was infectious, silly fun -- and I loved it. I hadn't had this much fun in ages, and it was like energy to my life and balm to my soul.
After that, we went back to my room and showered together. It wasn't so much sexy as intimate, with soaping each other up, sliding our bodies against each other, reveling in our physical and emotional closeness. I wanted to rediscover what it was like to be in a relationship, to share my life with someone, even if it was only for a day.
Then Daniel returned to his room next door to change into some fresh clothes, picking up his clothes from last night, which were still where he dropped them by my door last night.
There was a buffet breakfast out by the pool on the other side. We tucked into cereal with creamy-fresh, ice-cold milk, strawberries, watermelon, cantaloupe and mango; toast and jam; glasses of orange juice and piping hot Americano coffee. It was awesome.
We spent a leisurely hour there, chatting, talking, connecting, vibing, learning each other's stories, revealing each other's visions, dreams, desires, what drives us, what turns us on, gives us life, makes our hearts beat, gives us meaning. I couldn't get over the pleasure I felt in his company, how we could share, discuss and get vulnerable. There was no awkwardness now; just a long, slow, seductive passing of time in each other's company.
After a brief return to my room, we then headed out beyond the pool to the resort beach. We ran down the sand, laughing and yelling, dived into the rolling surf, the waves' gentle rocking enlivening my senses, as the two of us just spent time together.
We kissed and embraced in the Sargasso Sea, before walking back out onto the sand. The resort had put out deckchairs, loungers, yellow towels and parasols. We lay down in the sunshine, sunbathing and relaxing, surrounded by the other beautiful models, who had, by now, begun to emerge and enjoy the facilities of the resort.
A sprinkling of our group were lounging around some ways off from us, and I was secretly delighted to see that many of the much younger models in their early twenties, were eyeing up Daniel and I, wishing that they had a hunk like I did. This fact made me confident and, after twenty minutes, we headed off the beach and back to my room.
There we closed the glass door and closed the curtains, before falling onto the bed to make out passionately once more. Breathless and panting, Daniel's fingers made their way under my bikini bottoms, brushed over my clit and plunged into my pussy, which was still wet from the sea. Soon enough, I was writhing on the bed as my sexy young lover milked as much pleasure as he could from me, before a delicious, toe-curling orgasm took hold of me and washed me away into an ocean of pleasure.
Both of us smiling like a couple of loved-up teenagers, we then rinsed off the salt and sand (stealing kisses all the while), before Daniel returned to his room. We got changed and headed out to the dining area for lunch.
This was a more formal, fine dining affair, smart casual in dress code for the daytime; and we were met by a waiter and shown to a table. The food and drink were delicious and we enjoyed ourselves, talking over the food in conspiratorial whispers, making funny jokes and basically larking around. It was also a great people-watching experience; we waved to Amelia, Bonnie and Krystal, who came over to our table briefly to say hi before going back to their own for a postprandial all-girl chit-chat.
A Master of Ceremonies suddenly appeared on a small raised stage with a microphone. "May I have your attention, ladies and gentlemen. This is just a reminder that tonight's amateur fashion show starts at 6:30pm immediately after dinner. The show begins proper at 7:00pm to give the models time to prepare. They'll be career wear, swimwear and evening wear on display from our five volunteer models and marks out of ten will be given by our panel of nine professional model judges. Prizes will be given out shortly after. I hope you can all attend and we can have a wonderful evening. Thank you."
A murmur rose from the crowd as he finished speaking, as the various diners began excitedly discussing the event.
I turned to Daniel. "I'm excited. It should be fun. I'll be up against four others, and they're all career women."
"You'll be a shoo in," remarked Daniel.
"Not necessarily. 'Career woman' doesn't mean 'frumpy thirty-something office worker with thick glasses'. I've heard they're bright young things. The oldest besides myself is twenty-six. At thirty-two, I'll be the oldest participant."
"Yeah, but you've been professional before," countered Daniel. "You know how to work the runway."
"That's just what I was thinking!" said a voice behind me, suddenly. I turned around, only to see Rupert Dalrymple walking up to our table. "Hello, Cathy Dixon," he said in greeting. He nodded at Daniel.
"Hi, Rupert," I said, without enthusiasm.
"Don't you think you've got an unfair advantage over the other four candidates? You've got professional experience, while they haven't. I should have thought that's a little one-sided."
"I'm also far older than them. What they lack in experience, they can make up in youth."
"That may be so," Rupert continued. "Nonetheless, I plan to talk to the organizers to have you disqualified. I don't think a professional model should be competing with amateurs."
"I haven't done professional for years. I manage my own firm now, Rupert, with my own models."
"Excuse me, I believe the rules are made by the organizers, not you," interrupted Daniel.
