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  It felt like an eternity waiting, but after only a minute, she inched herself up and cautiously peered out the corner of the window. Her eyebrows raised with excitement. The guy was still going at it. Impressed that he hadn’t missed a beat, Mia went back to the hiding spot. She continued watching with her private eyes in the dark.

  Increasing his speed, he vigorously pumped his thick mouth-watering prick. She imagined wrapping her lips around his flesh and taking it all in. Oh the things she would do to have him shove his cock deep inside her mouth. A bead of sweat rolled down the side of her face, landing on her cleavage.

  God I want to blow him. The moment she thought it, a loud groan came from his suite. She smiled as jet of creamy jizz came shooting out of his cock. Mia snapped one last picture and tried going back to sleep.

  ***

  In the middle of stroking his cock, he could have sworn he saw a flash of light through his eyelids. Nick paused and glanced around the room. Not seeing it happen again, he shrugged it off and continued jacking his dick to the thoughts of the girl next door. The desire to have his cock inside someone before, had never been so strong. She was a complete stranger, but there was something about her that got him hard. There were many naked women in the past, none of them compared to her. She was perfection in his eyes.

  Imagining her curvy body dancing around in the water, Nick squeezed harder, thrusting deeper into his fist. He could feel the tension building, begging for release. “Ohh fuck,” he grunted, spewing a hot stream of cum up his chest. His cock pulsated every last drop out of him. Nick deeply sighed with a grin on his face. He could finally get some sleep.

  ***

  Covered in sweat, Mia rolled out of her bed and headed for the washroom. That’s it, I’m calling to have this A/C fixed! She was extremely groggy from the stirring she had done during the night. She didn’t have an ounce of energy to finger herself after watching the guy next door whack off. Mia showered and got herself ready for a relaxing day.

  Call front desk, sunbathe, head to the spa, get ready for dinner service. That should make a full day. Oh right, and see if hottie is naughty tonight. It was tempting to check her phone for messages, but she made herself a promise not to turn it on. Not even a call to her mother letting her know she arrived safely. She had hoped that her mom would understand.

  ***

  The inviting scent of coconut and lime awoke her as she rubbed the tanning oil into her arms and chest. It was difficult applying it on every inch of her skin. If only she had made friends with hunky, he could be rubbing it in for her. Mia’s mind wandered to the fantastic show he put on last night. Her slick fingers inched closer to her pussy as she applied the oil to her thighs. Shoulder checking behind her, she made sure she was alone. She ran her hand towards her inner thigh and pulled her bikini bottoms over.

  Aiming the tanning oil past her landing strip, she squirted her exposed soft lips of her pussy. She spread open her delicate uncovered skin, allowing the warmth of the sun to penetrate her. Mia fantasised the sexy man pleasuring her with his tongue as her fingers circled over and around her engorged clit. Inserting three fingers inside, she groaned. She was aware of what she was doing on the beach was naughty, but she didn’t care at this point. It was a semi-private beach after all. The only person she had seen since she arrived was her dirty boy.

  She traced the outline of her slit, allowing the rays of the sun to lap up every inch of her. Mia closed her eyes, shoving her fingers in deeper. Her thumb rubbed her swollen bud as her fingers rapidly slipped in and out. Masturbating outside with the heat from the sun, her pussy had never felt this much thrill. She pictured the wad of cum that unloaded across her neighbour’s chest and finger fucked herself harder. “Oh God, oh fuck me,” she cried, as her cunt tightened up releasing intense spasms. Mia sunk deeper into the lounger. Fuck that felt good. She had no idea, but Nick had watched her the entire time.

  ***

  “Welcome, welcome, welcome Mr. Novak I trust you are enjoying your stay so far?” asked the eager stout resort manager. “You are relaxing, yes?” he asked, extending out his hand.

  Nick held out his right hand, returning him with a firm handshake. “Oh yes, it’s been very relaxing so far, thank you,” he said with a dimpled smile.

  Still grasping Nick’s hand, he cupped the back and patted multiple times. “Ah good. We want everyone happy here. Is there anything I can do for you? Anything at all?”

  “Anything?” he questioned, raising his brows. “The girl who is staying in the suite next to me, do you happen to know her name?” he nervously asked, struggling to swallow.

  “Oh you mean that beautiful lady over at the activities board?” he questioned, pointing his finger in the direction behind Nick.

  Glancing his head over his shoulder he beamed, “Yes, that’s her.” His heart was pounding, he could feel the warmth slap his now rosy cheeks.

  A loud laugh could be heard from her direction.

  “Ah yes, that is Ms. Mason from New York. Mia Mason is her name.” The manager nodded with a huge grin on his face. “She is also a winner like you.”

  “Thank you!” he replied. Turning back towards her he smiled, catching her in a day-dream type trace. A tender breeze swept past, showering lavender purple petals on her as she flashed him a flustered smile.

  “I do believe Ms. Mason has booked spa time for this afternoon. A one hour massage I believe. You should enjoy some time there as well,” he said in a suggestive tone. “It’s quite the tranquil atmosphere inside, a euphoric paradise on its own.” He motivated Nick, nudging him with his elbow.

  “Hmm. Perhaps I’ll check it out. It does look rather inviting, um, I mean it sounds wonderful.” Nick smirked correcting himself.

  “Yes, I believe you won’t regret visiting the spa. Is there anything else I can do for you Mr. Novak?”

  “Well, you’ve been extremely helpful already,” he replied, checking back to catch Mia heading for the enchanting Wisteria vine path to the outdoor spa. “Maybe restock the beer in my fridge? I was a little thirsty last night.”

  “Of course Mr. Novak. I will send someone over right away.”

  Nick clasped his hands together in gratitude and gently shook them towards the manager. “Thank you for everything,” he said with a slight bow forward.

  “Anything for you Mr. Novak,” he replied, returning the bow.

  Nick turned around making his way down the lush path to paradise.

  ***

  I hope they can fix the A/C while I’m out. I love the heat but that was a bit much. Mia stood in front of the activity board, searching for things to do after her massage appointment. Naked yoga. Hmm. Pole dancing. Who would I shimmy up the pole for, better yet, how the hell would I get down? Mia let out a boisterous giggle as she pictured herself stuck up the stripper pole. Embarrassed from her outburst, she looked around to see if anyone was around to hear her.

  Mia noticed her vacation neighbour talking to the resort manager and her mind deeply wandered. Oh, I would so do naked yoga with him. He looks so scrumptious standing there in his white chinos and his tight muscle shirt and his- Oh shit, he’s looking, nope now he’s smiling at me. I’m staring at him, crap, stop staring Mia. A gentle blossom filled wind blew past her, snapping her out of a daze. She made eye contact and gave him an awkward smile back. Oh my God. Idiot. I’ve gotta get out of here. Mia turned herself around and bolted off down the fragrant trail to the spa.

  As she walked through the stone entranceway, she was a bit concerned how open it was. There were walls but no ceiling or doors. She walked a bit further to find another entrance to the open showers and change room. She popped her head back outside the arch in search of a male or female sign. What she found was a female/male sign. Everyone was welcome. Well that’s interesting. I hope to God great grandma doesn’t come asking me to help her put her walker in
the locker. Mia laughed at herself, cringing at the thought.

  Cautiously she undressed, hoping nobody would come in. She didn’t mind being naked on the private beach, that was fun for her. The last time she was nude in a crowd was back in high school after gym class. She hated that. Mia put her belongings in a locker and grabbed a light cotton robe off the hook. As she headed out the exit for the massage room, Nick walked in through the main entrance of the change room, just catching the back of her leaving.

  ***

  Nick looked around the maze of stone walls, in search of Mia. He finally came across the showers, thinking he’d catch her getting undressed. What he caught was the back of her voluptuous ass getting wrapped up in a robe and walking away. Ah crap! I can’t believe I’ve missed her. Disappointed with his timing, Nick decided to stick around the spa. He looked at his watch, making a mental note of the time. He had one hour to get himself back to the change room. Nick tossed his clothes in a locker and grabbed a robe as he headed out to the sauna. One hour. It was the longest hour in their lives.

  ***

  Mia came back from her much-needed deep tissue massage. Her aches and knots had melted away. She had thought of the hunk the entire time, making her horny once again. She couldn’t wait to see if he would be naughty tonight. Mia was pretty confident that he would be. He was a guy after all.

  Dropping her robe to the floor, she stepped under the showerhead and pulled on the taps. She faced the wall and pumped out some pineapple scented soap from the dispenser. Mia lathered herself up, making sure to get as much of the massage oil off as she could. Her fingers lingered a little longer as she washed her freshly shaved pussy. She closed her eyes for just a minute while her fingers circled around her aroused clit. Mia took a deep breath and slowly turned around to rinse. She opened her eyes to see the guy next door standing there with a massive hard-on. Oh fuck he is hot.

  ***

  After his relaxing hour, Nick walked into the change room to find Mia’s back to him. Soapsuds cascading down her backside, he couldn’t resist wanting to watch her for a minute. She was beautiful standing there unaware of his presence. His cock had a mind of its own, instantly becoming erect. Nick craved her. She was a firecracker.

  He had never been so excited by a women before. Mia opened her eyes just as Nick was about to approach the shower next to her. The look on her face was pure heaven for him. He stood under the water, grabbed some soap, and faced her while he washed his stiff prick. She continued washing her body. It took Nick a lot of willpower not to grab her breasts and suck on her hard nipples. This is so bad. I can’t believe I’m doing this. Fuck, do I ever want her.

  ***

  Both of them stood in the shower not breaking eye contact, well at least not for a few minutes. Mia couldn’t help but glance down as it appeared that he was stroking his thick member for her. She bit down on her bottom lip, wishing it was hers to have. She grinned looking back up at his handsome face. Oh, the things I’d do to him. Watching him rub his cock is so naughty. I can’t believe he is standing so close to me. Fuck I’m so horny. I better leave soon or I’m going to explode. Mia smiled again as she glimpsed down one last time before turning off her water.

  She grabbed a towel from the shelf and walked towards the bench in front of the lockers. Mia began drying herself off, anticipating on getting back to her room where she could take care of her needs. His showing off had her juices flowing. She lifted her right leg to the bench, blotting her thighs with the towel. As she bent over to dry her toes, she felt a warm hunk of flesh skim the crack of her ass. He was standing right behind her. Holy fuck. Mia quivered, waiting for his next move on her.

  “You get me so hard Mia,” Nick dropped his towel to the ground behind her and knelt. “I want you,” he whispered, placing his hands on her ass, spreading open her cheeks. Nick’s pulse was racing with the thoughts of the daring things he was about to do.

  Mia stumbled forward, catching herself with her arms on the bench. He knows my name? How does he know my name? Fuck it, I don’t care. Wait, did I black out, am I dreaming this?

  “How do you know my-” Mia felt his hot breath as his tongue pressed down on her clit.

  “I asked,” he mumbled, continuing to draw his tongue past her slit, landing on her ass-hole.

  “Oh? Oh holy fuck that feels good,” she whispered. “Are we really doing this here, in the change room?” Mia closed her eyes, embracing the touch of his lips on her ass. I must have hit my head last night while taking pictures.

  “Uh huh,” Nick took another lick of her juicy peach, “I don’t think this could wait.”

  “Oh, okay,” she nervously replied.

  Nick drew his tongue across her clit and up to her ass-hole multiple times, inserting his tongue deep inside. As he probed her luscious ass, he could feel its tightness gradually loosen up for him. Nick flicked her clit with his middle finger and slid two fingers inside her cunt. She was plenty wet. Wanting her to melt for him, he pushed his face harder into her ass and began to ram his fingers in and out. Nick could hear her heavy breathing quicken as he sped up his moves. He loved oral sex. Mia’s holes clenched tight around his fingers and tongue.

  “Oh fuck,” she whimpered, gripping her fingers into the bench, “I’m cumming!” Her cries of pleasure echoed throughout the tiles of the change room. Her cries turned into giggles.

  Nick proudly withdrew his fingers and licked her succulent cum off them. He promptly stood up and rubbed his cock-head along her drenched slit. He dipped his head inside her pussy, prepping it for his thick shaft. As he was about to shove it in her, voices could be heard coming closer to the showers. Nick paused waiting to see if they were coming in.

  “Don’t stop,” Mia begged, arching her curvaceous ass up to tease Nick. “Please keep going.” At this point she no longer cared if they got caught.

  Wanting to fuck her in the worst way, the pleading sent Nick into a wild frenzy. He grabbed the base of his meaty cock and drove it in deep. Mia gasped from the sheer force of him mounting her.

  “Holy fuck!” she moaned. Anticipating his next drill, she braced herself firmly on the bench. “More, give me more.” Fuck his cock is mind-blowing.

  Nick clutched her hips, submerging himself into her greedy hole. “You feel so good Mia,” he grunted, jabbing it into her harder. “Is that okay?” he asked, thrusting his dick in deeper.

  She gave him a nod. Her abundance of secretions made it effortless for him to slide in and out of her. Nick felt like he was on the edge. Increasing his rhythm, his heart rate jumped as his balls tightened. Each stroke inside her, brought him closer to paradise.

  “Oh fuck, oh fuck, I’m going to cum!” Nick groaned as the intense force released as a massive load of cum inside her cunt. Mia’s grip coaxed every single bit of cream from his cock.

  ***

  Nick watched Mia sleep all through the night. This time she was in his bed, in his arms.

  ***

  “Nick and Mia! I trust that you both had a pleasant stay with us?” the manager knowingly asked.

  They couldn’t stop smiling.

  “Yes, it was very pleasurable. Thank you,” Nick confirmed, opening the cab door for Mia.

  The manager winked flashing an enormous grin as he watched them drive off together. Little did they know, her suite has never had working A/C, and it never would while in paradise.

  Vanilla Ice

  Viva Jones

  Although she’s loving the long French Riviera summer, Kelly’s life is far from perfect. Her romance with French entrepreneur Pascal has melted like the ice-creams he’s got her selling to the yachts in the bay, but without him she’s both unemployed and homeless. Then her boat breaks down in the path of Australian hunk Greg’s yacht. With nothing but the sun and a chill-box of ice-creams for company, the two quickly find a way of getting both steamed-up an
d cooled down, and Kelly’s life will never be the same again...

  As she woke up naked with a film of sweat on her skin and a damp sheet tangled around her thighs, Kelly thought back to the summers she’d left behind in England - cold chips eaten on pebbled beaches, lagers sipped in crowded pubs and traffic jams along any coastal road. She climbed out of bed and opened the shutters, flooding the room with sunlight. The sky was turquoise blue, the air clean and the gardens below full of vivid pink bougainvillea. She breathed in deeply, mesmerised. Even if her life was far from perfect, she was still in the south of France, and the summer seemed to be lasting for ever.

  She got up and took a long, cooling shower. Pascal had been gone for a good couple of hours. She used to feel lonely once he’d left for work, but these days his early departures were a relief. Just looking at his shower gels and shampoo bottles, all lined up in order of descending height, turned at an angle just-so beside the bath tub, made her want to sweep the lot off into a jumbled pile, before turning her attention to his perfectly-arranged and folded white towels.

  She’d never known anyone as uptight about tidiness and hygiene as Pascal was, not that he seemed to recognise it. It was perfectly normal, non, to tear off your girlfriend’s clothes only to fold them neatly onto a chair before making love? Some gentle flossing and a spit of mouth-rinse wasn’t remotely insulting after going down on her, n’est-ce pas?

  Their romance, if it had ever been that, had quickly turned sour. Nothing she ever did was right. If she cooked, and Kelly was the first to admit she was no domestic goddess, he’d criticise the mess she’d left in the kitchen, and the way she never put jars back in the right order on the shelves. (She still wasn’t sure if they had to be colour-coordinated or positioned alphabetically.) The fridge was another minefield, with set rules as to which foodstuffs belonged where. Trying to keep up with his neuroses - she could find no other word to describe them - had become exhausting.

  But Kelly was stuck. She both lived with and worked for Pascal. To leave would mean giving up this gorgeous summer, this beautiful Riviera resort, and a lifestyle which, in theory anyway, had offered such promise. But last night their relationship had hit a new low, as Pascal openly announced that he “wanted to make love wiz ‘er friend”.