Vacation Bucket List – Sex Edition
1. one-night stand
2. skinny dipping
3. sex with a toy
4. sex on a balcony
5. sex on the beach
6. sex in a pool
7. shower with a friend
8. public sex
9. sex on an excursion
10. sex against the hotel room window
Sorry, it started for you but ended with OUR list for our last vacation. Since you’re solo, you can make up your own adventures. Or, you know, do the things solo.
I giggle as I set the list down on the dresser, and I pick up the hotel map and see there are several restaurants right here in this tower, so I head downstairs and walk toward the first one I see: Waves Diner.
I walk up to the hostess stand, and there are four groups in front of me.
Each one seems to have a reservation, and they’re all seated right away.
The hostess returns from seating the group in front of me, and she looks at me. “Hi. I don’t have a reservation or anything. It’s just me.” I smile sweetly.
“It’ll be forty-five minutes for a table,” she says.
My stomach growls in protest. “Okay. I’m Millie.”
“Okay, Millie. I’ve got you down.” She looks behind me to wait on the next person, and I move to the side to begin the clock’s countdown as I contemplate what to do.
And that’s when I notice the man who was behind me but is now standing at the hostess stand has really, really sexy legs.
I can’t help but stare at his calves. Something about a man’s calves just does it for me, and this guy looks…athletic.
I follow the calves up to the hamstrings and up further to his sweet, tight glutes.
Damn.
He works out. For sure.
He’s all tight muscles everywhere. I wonder what it would be like to be under a body that powerful.
I shake it off. He’s probably waiting for his wife to show up. If only I could get a peek of his left ring finger.
“Bradley for one,” he says to the hostess waiting at the stand, and she nods and leads him back into the restaurant.
Bradley. His name is Bradley. And he had a reservation for one.
Another hostess arrives at the stand, and she looks at me before she glances into the restaurant. “You’re welcome to sit at the bar if you can find a seat.”
“Thank you, I’ll try that.” I walk into the restaurant and toward the bar, and I spot one open stool. I beeline for it, but someone else beats me to it.
