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She doesn’t get too close to him and I’m relieved by this. I can tell this is the first time she’s met him. She’s giving off signals that this is a surf lesson and nothing more.
I have no idea why I’m so wildly relieved by this and I don’t bother analyzing it.
She’s cute as fuck and you haven’t been laid in months. It’s too long to go without. There’s your fucking analysis.
She follows the surfer out into the water and I order another drink from a passing waitress.
The girl falls off a few times. I think Surfer Boy and I are both waiting for that tiny bikini to have a wardrobe malfunction but it miraculously stays in place.
I’m glad it does. I don’t want to have to murder the surf punk.
What the fuck? Who are you murdering now? And why?
But then she’s paddling again and she stands on her board. It takes her a few seconds to get her balance but she does. She’s doing it. She’s surfing.
I have no idea why, but I’m so…proud of her.
How many drinks have you had?
She’s tenacious. Sassy. Determined. And mind-numbingly gorgeous.
My cock is fully fucking hard right now.
She falls off, then climbs back onto her board, paddling to shore with a huge smile on her angel’s face.
Surfer Boy follows her. I can guess what he’s saying to her. He’s inviting her to wherever he’s going tonight.
But she starts packing up her bag. She puts her short wrap dress back on but doesn’t bother tying it.
She dismisses him, saying goodbye, making her way back up the beach to the hotel.
The guy stands there for a minute or more, watching her go. But then he accepts defeat and gathers up his surfboards, heading in the other direction.
As she walks closer, I get a better look at her face. And her body.
Kill me now.
She’s a literal goddess.
“Impressive,” I tell her as she walks by my table.
She looks around, like she’s not sure I’m talking to her. “Sorry?” She’s wary but not intimidated by me. It’s refreshing to meet someone who has no idea who I am or how much money I have. I work so much, the only women I talk to on a daily basis are ones who are either working for me or wish they were.
“The surfing. Not bad for a first try.”
“How did you know it was my first try?”
“Just a guess.”
She doesn’t reply but she’s taking in the look of me. My build. My suit.
“You didn’t click with Surfer Boy?” I ask, to tease her. And rile her. I want her to react to me.
Our eyes meet. Hers are a bright, variated green that basically slays me with the kaleidoscopic glow of them. It’s a few seconds before she replies. “Oh, I clicked with Surfer Boy. He gave me the best ride of my life.”
I find myself laughing at her sassy come-back. The little minx.
I want to eat that sweet pink mouth. I want to feed my big cock between those perfect wet lips, sliding deep until she moans. “I could give you better.”
