I’ll go get ready; give me thirty minutes.” She flew out of my room like the whirlwind she was, my door slamming behind her.
I put on a pair of white shorts with a black top, fixed my hair, and was ready to go. I texted my mom and told her we were having fun and promised we’d take a lot of pictures. I went to knock on Shelly’s door, but it opened, and she flew out of it so fast I jumped back with a scream, my back hitting the wall. “Shelly, you scared me to death,” I yelled, holding my heart.
“Oh, Bails, get a grip! Let’s go; I’m hungry.” She hooked my arm with hers as she dragged me up the stairs.
We went to the breakfast buffet, which had every kind of breakfast food imaginable. Then we were off to do some exploring.
We found health spas, gyms for exercising, a sauna, beauty salons, a movie theater, a casino, and a lot of boutiques for shopping. There was a nine-hole putting green, a sports court with basketball hoops and volleyball net, Ping-Pong tables, a couple swimming pools, and a video-game paradise for teenagers or immature adolescents like Shelly.
I bought my mother a necklace and Taylor and myself ankle bracelets at one boutique. I knew my dad wouldn’t accept anything I bought him, so I didn’t bother.
We got pedicures and manicures and ate a light lunch before heading back to our rooms. I put my hair in a high ponytail and changed into my turquoise bikini. I tied my long, floral sarong around the top and slid into my sandals just as a knock sounded on my door. I opened it, and there stood Jesse in surf shorts and a blue T-shirt looking absolutely scrumptious.
“Hi, are you ready?” he asked, checking out my sarong.
“Yes, just let me grab my suntan lotion and sunglasses,” I said, putting them in my bag with a towel. When we walked out my door, Scott was walking toward us just as Shelly’s door flew open. She bounded out, making all three of us jump.
“Damn, Shelly, will you stop doing that?” I yelled.
“Doing what?” she asked, oblivious. She handed her bag to Scott, and off she sashayed toward the stairs, her hips swaying as she jabbered a mile a minute. Jesse looked at me smiled and shook his head; we couldn’t get a word in edgewise, so we quietly followed behind her.
It was a beautiful, sunny day on deck. We chose our lounge chairs away from the splashing from the pool and spread out our towels. I untied my sarong and set it on my bag, reaching to take my suntan lotion out of my bag. I heard a loud whistle and turned to see Jesse staring at me with a big smile.
“My God, woman, I didn’t think it was possible for you to be any more beautiful!” he said, looking at my body.
I was embarrassed, noticing everyone around us looking at me. I quickly sat on my lounge chair to hide, but Jesse just stood there staring at me. I reached into my bag and pulled out my suntan lotion.
“Here, let me help you with that,” Jesse said, taking the bottle from my hand. I turned around and laid face down on the lounge chair so he could rub the lotion all over my back and legs.
He seemed to be taking a long time as he rubbed and rubbed up and down my body. It felt good, but as his hand got higher up my thigh, I got nervous. I turned my head to look up at him. His eyes were glazed over; he seemed to be in some kind of trance, just staring at my body as his hands stroked my skin.
“Jesse, are you putting on lotion or giving me a massage?” I asked. He looked down at me, shook his head, and smiled.
“Sorry, you’re just so damn gorgeous,” he said, sitting on his lounge chair. I turned over to rub some lotion on my front as his eyes intently watched every movement my hands were making.
“Would you like me to put some on you?” I asked.
“Huh? Oh yeah, sure,” he said, turning around. His skin was smooth, and his shoulders were broad, tapering down to a slim waist. I took a little extra time myself, feeling his muscles as I moved my hands around his back and arms. I
I put on a pair of white shorts with a black top, fixed my hair, and was ready to go. I texted my mom and told her we were having fun and promised we’d take a lot of pictures. I went to knock on Shelly’s door, but it opened, and she flew out of it so fast I jumped back with a scream, my back hitting the wall. “Shelly, you scared me to death,” I yelled, holding my heart.
“Oh, Bails, get a grip! Let’s go; I’m hungry.” She hooked my arm with hers as she dragged me up the stairs.
We went to the breakfast buffet, which had every kind of breakfast food imaginable. Then we were off to do some exploring.
We found health spas, gyms for exercising, a sauna, beauty salons, a movie theater, a casino, and a lot of boutiques for shopping. There was a nine-hole putting green, a sports court with basketball hoops and volleyball net, Ping-Pong tables, a couple swimming pools, and a video-game paradise for teenagers or immature adolescents like Shelly.
I bought my mother a necklace and Taylor and myself ankle bracelets at one boutique. I knew my dad wouldn’t accept anything I bought him, so I didn’t bother.
We got pedicures and manicures and ate a light lunch before heading back to our rooms. I put my hair in a high ponytail and changed into my turquoise bikini. I tied my long, floral sarong around the top and slid into my sandals just as a knock sounded on my door. I opened it, and there stood Jesse in surf shorts and a blue T-shirt looking absolutely scrumptious.
“Hi, are you ready?” he asked, checking out my sarong.
“Yes, just let me grab my suntan lotion and sunglasses,” I said, putting them in my bag with a towel. When we walked out my door, Scott was walking toward us just as Shelly’s door flew open. She bounded out, making all three of us jump.
“Damn, Shelly, will you stop doing that?” I yelled.
“Doing what?” she asked, oblivious. She handed her bag to Scott, and off she sashayed toward the stairs, her hips swaying as she jabbered a mile a minute. Jesse looked at me smiled and shook his head; we couldn’t get a word in edgewise, so we quietly followed behind her.
It was a beautiful, sunny day on deck. We chose our lounge chairs away from the splashing from the pool and spread out our towels. I untied my sarong and set it on my bag, reaching to take my suntan lotion out of my bag. I heard a loud whistle and turned to see Jesse staring at me with a big smile.
“My God, woman, I didn’t think it was possible for you to be any more beautiful!” he said, looking at my body.
I was embarrassed, noticing everyone around us looking at me. I quickly sat on my lounge chair to hide, but Jesse just stood there staring at me. I reached into my bag and pulled out my suntan lotion.
“Here, let me help you with that,” Jesse said, taking the bottle from my hand. I turned around and laid face down on the lounge chair so he could rub the lotion all over my back and legs.
He seemed to be taking a long time as he rubbed and rubbed up and down my body. It felt good, but as his hand got higher up my thigh, I got nervous. I turned my head to look up at him. His eyes were glazed over; he seemed to be in some kind of trance, just staring at my body as his hands stroked my skin.
“Jesse, are you putting on lotion or giving me a massage?” I asked. He looked down at me, shook his head, and smiled.
“Sorry, you’re just so damn gorgeous,” he said, sitting on his lounge chair. I turned over to rub some lotion on my front as his eyes intently watched every movement my hands were making.
“Would you like me to put some on you?” I asked.
“Huh? Oh yeah, sure,” he said, turning around. His skin was smooth, and his shoulders were broad, tapering down to a slim waist. I took a little extra time myself, feeling his muscles as I moved my hands around his back and arms. I
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