The resort’s pool had a mechanical wave built
into it, which created the current that allowed people to float around the
loop, but that was a lazy current. In
contrast, Jerry felt an onslaught of warm current rush out from his core and
burst upon the surface of his skin—his well-exposed skin. The same type of primal force that makes a
wolf bay at the moon took hold of Jerry, and he stared up at Mark’s dreamy eyes
and felt the beating of Mark’s heart underneath his pec, and Jerry bit his lip
and thought: I have to have him. Oh,
what do I need to…
Stop
it. Mark is my friend. We played football together for crying out
loud! We were in the Boy Scouts. Jerry
nervously pulled down on the back of his too-small pink one-piece bathing suit,
trying once more to cover his feminine butt cheeks and only managing to put
almost all of his breast cleavage on display.
Holy moly, my boobies are spilling
out!
“What’s
your name, sexy lady?” Mark asked, rubbing at a trickle of sweat on his bare
chest. Jerry’s eyes were glued to Mark’s
fingers as he wiped the sweat away.
Jerry was biting his lip, having slid his gaze
down to Mark’s tight abs, and he found himself wondering what Mark’s cock
looked like. Cut? Uncut? Long?
Thick. Ummm. “Oh,” Jerry said softly. “What a ditz!
I’m Jeri, and this sexy lady…” Oh shit.
I almost said this sexy lady wants to fuck you. What is going on? Where are these thoughts coming from? I heard what happens in Vegas stays in Vegas,
but this is ridiculous. Focus. And when did I start thinking of myself as a
she? Well, I am a she, in body at least,
but still. And I guess I’m Jeri now,
too. Not Jerry, but Jeri.
“You don’t finish a lot of sentences,” Mark
said, moving even closer, his breath smelling of mint leaves and rum. “Something on your mind?”
Yes. I want to screw your brains out, or at least
my body wants to, and I need your help to keep me from actually doing so. “No,”
Jeri replied. “I mean yes. I need your help. Can we talk?
Maybe in private?”
“Sure,” Mark said. “Come with me.” He wrapped his strong arm around Jeri’s back
and they walked back along the humongous pool toward the resort entrance where
Jeri had just come from. The cumulative
effect of walking on the hot concrete in her bare feet had Jeri bouncing on her
toes, almost skipping alongside Mark. In
the rows of chaise lounges, men and women watched Mark and Jeri stroll by. Look at them checking us out. Yeah, we’re a cute couple. That’s right ladies, he’s mine. Jeri slipped her arm around Mark, and
slid her thumb into the waistband of his cargo shorts.
As they made the long trek back to the lobby,
past the gaming floor, restaurants, and shops, among the tourist horde, Jeri
found herself leaning more and more into Mark, and somewhere along the line,
Mark’s hand had eased itself down to Jeri’s ass. On the long walk out to the pool area, Jeri
had been self-conscious over the large portions of her butt cheeks that weren’t
covered by her one-piece bathing suit, but she had felt lost and alone
then. Now, attached to Mark, she didn’t
mind the bathing suit at all. It still
drew a lot of male attention, but Jeri loved the suit because Mark loved
it. Mark squeezed her ass, and Jeri
squeezed Mark’s waist.
In the elevator, on the way up, Mark’s hand
made its way up to Jeri’s breast and gave it a fondle. Oh
yeah. Right there. Jeri kissed
Mark’s bare shoulder and grinned.
They finally made it back to Jeri’s room, and
Mark pulled out a key card and opened the door.
The maid hadn’t been by yet, but the room didn’t look very messy. Only the bed was rumpled. Good. Don’t want Mark to think I’m a slob! Oh! Mark
pressed Jeri against the wall and his lips crushed down on hers. What? Ummm. Jeri
wrapped her arms around Mark’s neck and surrendered to the kiss, relaxing
utterly and forgetting about everything else.
Mark’s hands travelled her torso, claiming her curves with gentle
strokes, and Jeri did not resist. It’s not my fault. What can I do? He’s so much bigger. And such a force. His breath is sweet, and that ribbon of pubic
hair running down from his navel is like an arrow pointing the way to buried
treasure.
Mark grabbed Jeri’s ass with one hand and a
thigh with the other, and slid her up against the cement wall so that her feet
were no longer on the floor. Jeri could
feel Mark’s hand easing underneath the bottom of her hot pink bathing suit, between
her legs, and the trespass into forbidden terrain only excited Jeri more. Wrapping her legs around Mark’s hips, Jeri
was completely pressed against Mark, and felt all the better for it. He smelled of sweat and sunshine, and Jeri
had always associated those mingled aromas with sex. What
was it I needed to talk about? Oh, it
can wait. Jeri peppered Mark’s lips
with a flurry of kisses, and then she pressed her mouth to his, and opened
hers, waiting, hoping, and praying to be taken.
Mark thrust his tongue inside Jeri’s mouth and Jeri shuddered. She sucked on his tongue, twisting her head
about, and her tongue played with his, and her hand stroked his head.
“Oh, yeah, you are the man,” Jeri whispered
when they came up for air.
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