breasts, licking at her like a tongue.
She heard Zahra's muffled moan and watched as Reza's fingers became coated in her sticky cum.
She felt herself getting closer to the edge, and she began to stroke herself furiously to get there. But she couldn't take her eyes off of the couple.
And then, Reza lifted his gaze.
Right toward the window.
His eyes met Helena's.
Didn't they?
She felt herself coming at that very moment, She thought she saw him smile, but she threw herself back against the wall, out of the view of the window, and bit into the flesh of her hand to stop herself from screaming with her orgasm. The sucking sounds continued inside the cabana, for just a few moments, and then she heard Reza groan, and give out a yell. More dirty Persian.
Helena struggled to her feet. She was dizzy with her orgasm.
She ran to the pool, as quickly as she could without making noise. She dove in, and stayed underwater as long as she could, all the way to the other end. Her body was tingling, the water felt sensational around her, like silk. Her thoughts raced: what the fuck had she done?
When she finally came out from under the water, she was still alone. She swam under the water again to the other side. Still no one. God, what was going to happen?
Reza's stare still burned through her.
When she came up a third time, Zahra's black heels were in front of her.
Helena looked up. Her stomach twisted in fear. How could she explain herself?
“You there,” Zahra said, and Helena felt like her chest was being squeezed. “Mermaid. Do you want some lunch?”
She was smiling, one hand on her hip.
Helena looked around. Reza was making a drink at the bar.
She almost believed, for a moment, that she had imagined the whole thing.
“Sure,” she said, and Zahra, in a typically Zahra move, turned and walked over to a chair and sat down in it, as though the act of asking the question had been too exhausting for her to continue without taking a break.
“I had the worst time of it with Suisse Bank,” she complained to no one in particular. She adjusted her sunglasses.
Reza appeared and handed her a drink. Then he turned to Helena. On his face was a smile. Friendly. Unreadable.
“You. You should wear a lot of sunscreen if you're going to fall asleep in the sun like that.”
And then he winked.
Helena's mouth feel open.
Luckily Reza had walked away, and Zahra had turned her face up to the sky. “Oh Reza,” she said. “Don't nag. White people know all about sunscreen. And go tell Haley we need some lunch, will you? I can't be bothered.”
Reza disappeared after lunch, and Helena could feel that she was both grateful and disappointed. Grateful, because she could feel herself thinking and acting in ways that almost scandalized her. And disappointed, she supposed, for the same reason.
They had returned to the pool, and Zahra had been called away by Haley, the mysterious jean-clad “maid” and chef, who had brought her a phone.
Helena had settled back into relaxing, trying to steer her thoughts away from the brewing naughtiness in her head.
And then.
“Is it true?”
Helena had to fight hard with her body to keep the shudder that went through her from surfacing in a way that Reza could see. She probably wasn't successful. Just the smooth sound of his voice was enough to drive her wild.
The thought went through her head was that Reza wasn't supposed to be there. It was why Helena had allowed herself the indulgence of actually relaxing by the pool. With her top off.
Right? That was why she had done that, wasn't it? Not because she had secretly hoped he would come back and see her again?
Now her heart was racing, and she was positive this kind of start was terrible for her health. She fought to remain calm, and keep her eyes closed, and behave more like Zahra.
Zahra. That's who she should be thinking about. And Steve.
And not herself, not the fact that she could feel her pussy throbbing already, just from the
She heard Zahra's muffled moan and watched as Reza's fingers became coated in her sticky cum.
She felt herself getting closer to the edge, and she began to stroke herself furiously to get there. But she couldn't take her eyes off of the couple.
And then, Reza lifted his gaze.
Right toward the window.
His eyes met Helena's.
Didn't they?
She felt herself coming at that very moment, She thought she saw him smile, but she threw herself back against the wall, out of the view of the window, and bit into the flesh of her hand to stop herself from screaming with her orgasm. The sucking sounds continued inside the cabana, for just a few moments, and then she heard Reza groan, and give out a yell. More dirty Persian.
Helena struggled to her feet. She was dizzy with her orgasm.
She ran to the pool, as quickly as she could without making noise. She dove in, and stayed underwater as long as she could, all the way to the other end. Her body was tingling, the water felt sensational around her, like silk. Her thoughts raced: what the fuck had she done?
When she finally came out from under the water, she was still alone. She swam under the water again to the other side. Still no one. God, what was going to happen?
Reza's stare still burned through her.
When she came up a third time, Zahra's black heels were in front of her.
Helena looked up. Her stomach twisted in fear. How could she explain herself?
“You there,” Zahra said, and Helena felt like her chest was being squeezed. “Mermaid. Do you want some lunch?”
She was smiling, one hand on her hip.
Helena looked around. Reza was making a drink at the bar.
She almost believed, for a moment, that she had imagined the whole thing.
“Sure,” she said, and Zahra, in a typically Zahra move, turned and walked over to a chair and sat down in it, as though the act of asking the question had been too exhausting for her to continue without taking a break.
“I had the worst time of it with Suisse Bank,” she complained to no one in particular. She adjusted her sunglasses.
Reza appeared and handed her a drink. Then he turned to Helena. On his face was a smile. Friendly. Unreadable.
“You. You should wear a lot of sunscreen if you're going to fall asleep in the sun like that.”
And then he winked.
Helena's mouth feel open.
Luckily Reza had walked away, and Zahra had turned her face up to the sky. “Oh Reza,” she said. “Don't nag. White people know all about sunscreen. And go tell Haley we need some lunch, will you? I can't be bothered.”
Reza disappeared after lunch, and Helena could feel that she was both grateful and disappointed. Grateful, because she could feel herself thinking and acting in ways that almost scandalized her. And disappointed, she supposed, for the same reason.
They had returned to the pool, and Zahra had been called away by Haley, the mysterious jean-clad “maid” and chef, who had brought her a phone.
Helena had settled back into relaxing, trying to steer her thoughts away from the brewing naughtiness in her head.
And then.
“Is it true?”
Helena had to fight hard with her body to keep the shudder that went through her from surfacing in a way that Reza could see. She probably wasn't successful. Just the smooth sound of his voice was enough to drive her wild.
The thought went through her head was that Reza wasn't supposed to be there. It was why Helena had allowed herself the indulgence of actually relaxing by the pool. With her top off.
Right? That was why she had done that, wasn't it? Not because she had secretly hoped he would come back and see her again?
Now her heart was racing, and she was positive this kind of start was terrible for her health. She fought to remain calm, and keep her eyes closed, and behave more like Zahra.
Zahra. That's who she should be thinking about. And Steve.
And not herself, not the fact that she could feel her pussy throbbing already, just from the
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