slide under to brush against her bare skin. I pull the dress up so I can touch more of her, and admire her. She helps me, pulling the dress over her head.
Her soft white breasts glow in the moonlight streaming in through the porthole, standing out against her tanned skin. She presses down on top of me, her mouth meeting mine and her breasts smashed against me. My erection brushes the inside of her thighs. She gasps and sits up.
She stands again, and removes her panties, guiding my hand between her legs. I’m drunk, but I can feel her wetness, her desire for me. I pull her closer and slide my fingers inside her, getting harder with the feel of her body around my fingers. I circle her nub with my thumb and pulse my fingers inside her until she moans and releases a crashing orgasm.
She climbs back on top of me, pulling my erection through the hole in my boxers. She settles me inside of her, sitting up so I fill her body. She moves her hips against me, lifting herself off me and slamming back down hard. She twists my nipples as I plunge into her.
My drunken dream state doesn’t let me last long and it’s over too soon. I would give anything to do that again, but I tell myself I’ll have another chance. I’ll dream her again.
Brooke collapses on my chest, breathing hard against me. My erection shrinks and pulls out of her before she rolls to my side. She nuzzles under my arm, settling her head on my chest.
I wrap my arm around her, and tell her, “Thank you. I’ve been hoping for that. This is the best dream I’ve ever had. I love you, Brooke.”
“What?” she asks me, but I’m already passed out.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Brooke
I’m completely in love with Grand Cayman. I don’t think I’ve seen a place more beautiful. Tiffany booked us on a shore excursion to swim with stingrays. It was the most amazing thing I’ve ever done.
When our boat pulled up to the sandbar, I didn’t understand why the sand was black. Then I noticed it was also moving and it wasn’t sand, but the stingrays swarming the water. Talk about stunning. And terrifying.
We had a brief safety explanation then descended the ladder from the back of the boat onto the sand. At my height, the water was a little above my waist, something that surprised me since we were a mile or so off shore.
Tiffany was the fearless one. She jumped right in there, picking the stingrays up and even feeding them. Paige wasn’t far behind her, quickly getting comfortable in the water with these beautiful creatures. I was terrified.
One of the guides noticed I wasn’t interacting much and came to my side. He explained that the stingrays are used to people here, and that they naturally aren’t aggressive animals. One of the rays swam toward him and he easily lifted it from the water, the span of its fins reaching beyond the guide’s hands.
His eyes met mine and he moved toward me, slowly handing the stingray off to my arms. As I stood there, holding this fascinating animal, I was surprised by how light it was for such a large creature. It tried sucking my neck, looking for food, but the guide delicately lowered it back to the water. He handed me a fistful of food then easily caught another stingray and showed me how to feed it.
The subtle sucking of the stingray was gentle but effective. And I was hooked. I found Paige and Tiffany, both happily catching and feeding the five and six foot long fish. It gave me strength to see this, to do something I know I will never do again.
The boost of confidence that experience gave me is leading me today. We’re back at sea for the day, our last full day on the ship. And today I’m going to find Tyler.
Paige and Tiffany helped me last night. We talked through everything that has happened with Tyler and we all agreed he is being honest with me, and I should give him another chance. Relief washed over me when my friends agreed with me. I worried I was letting myself believe him because I wanted to and not because
Her soft white breasts glow in the moonlight streaming in through the porthole, standing out against her tanned skin. She presses down on top of me, her mouth meeting mine and her breasts smashed against me. My erection brushes the inside of her thighs. She gasps and sits up.
She stands again, and removes her panties, guiding my hand between her legs. I’m drunk, but I can feel her wetness, her desire for me. I pull her closer and slide my fingers inside her, getting harder with the feel of her body around my fingers. I circle her nub with my thumb and pulse my fingers inside her until she moans and releases a crashing orgasm.
She climbs back on top of me, pulling my erection through the hole in my boxers. She settles me inside of her, sitting up so I fill her body. She moves her hips against me, lifting herself off me and slamming back down hard. She twists my nipples as I plunge into her.
My drunken dream state doesn’t let me last long and it’s over too soon. I would give anything to do that again, but I tell myself I’ll have another chance. I’ll dream her again.
Brooke collapses on my chest, breathing hard against me. My erection shrinks and pulls out of her before she rolls to my side. She nuzzles under my arm, settling her head on my chest.
I wrap my arm around her, and tell her, “Thank you. I’ve been hoping for that. This is the best dream I’ve ever had. I love you, Brooke.”
“What?” she asks me, but I’m already passed out.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Brooke
I’m completely in love with Grand Cayman. I don’t think I’ve seen a place more beautiful. Tiffany booked us on a shore excursion to swim with stingrays. It was the most amazing thing I’ve ever done.
When our boat pulled up to the sandbar, I didn’t understand why the sand was black. Then I noticed it was also moving and it wasn’t sand, but the stingrays swarming the water. Talk about stunning. And terrifying.
We had a brief safety explanation then descended the ladder from the back of the boat onto the sand. At my height, the water was a little above my waist, something that surprised me since we were a mile or so off shore.
Tiffany was the fearless one. She jumped right in there, picking the stingrays up and even feeding them. Paige wasn’t far behind her, quickly getting comfortable in the water with these beautiful creatures. I was terrified.
One of the guides noticed I wasn’t interacting much and came to my side. He explained that the stingrays are used to people here, and that they naturally aren’t aggressive animals. One of the rays swam toward him and he easily lifted it from the water, the span of its fins reaching beyond the guide’s hands.
His eyes met mine and he moved toward me, slowly handing the stingray off to my arms. As I stood there, holding this fascinating animal, I was surprised by how light it was for such a large creature. It tried sucking my neck, looking for food, but the guide delicately lowered it back to the water. He handed me a fistful of food then easily caught another stingray and showed me how to feed it.
The subtle sucking of the stingray was gentle but effective. And I was hooked. I found Paige and Tiffany, both happily catching and feeding the five and six foot long fish. It gave me strength to see this, to do something I know I will never do again.
The boost of confidence that experience gave me is leading me today. We’re back at sea for the day, our last full day on the ship. And today I’m going to find Tyler.
Paige and Tiffany helped me last night. We talked through everything that has happened with Tyler and we all agreed he is being honest with me, and I should give him another chance. Relief washed over me when my friends agreed with me. I worried I was letting myself believe him because I wanted to and not because
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