tonight she’d be able to watch the sun set over the water.
“Everything should be ready for you now.” The concierge headed towards the front door and Bonnie followed her out. “Please call me if you need anything.”
“Thank you, I will.”
With one last smile the woman turned and walked down the path to the golf cart they’d arrived in. When the cart disappeared through the trees, Bonnie finally turned back and headed into what she assumed had to be the master bedroom. The sight of the enormous king sized four-poster bed draped in a filmy pale pink material made her stop and gape. There were a dozen or more pillows all in soft shades of green or blue that made the whole area look like an oasis. Part of her wanted to jump in the middle of all that softness and sleep like the dead. But the part of her that wanted a hot bath won out. She reluctantly turned away and headed into the adjoining ensuite. The pure decadence continued in there. Shockingly white and as big as the bedroom her gaze didn't know where to land. Until she saw the big — no, huge — bathtub in the corner of the glass wall overlooking the ocean below.
Steam curled from the already running water and the surface softly roiled from the jets below the surface. She dropped her purse on the floor and immediately stripped her clothes. In her haste to leave the club she'd worn very little. A pair of capri pants, a bra and a black t-shirt emblazoned with Purgatory across the chest in fire red colored crystals.
Last was the old pair of Converse sneakers she kept in her locker to wear home every night instead of the impossibly high heels she wore in the club. If she wore those shoes on the city streets or even in the parking lot out to her car, someone would probably mistake her for a hooker.
She stepped into the steaming water and moaned. The heat sank to her bones and for the first time in too many hours to count she really started to relax. Maybe this whole vacation thing wasn't a bad idea after all. She sank to her butt and leaned against the built in pillow to cushion her head and neck. Her eyes rolled back in her head as the contours of the tub hugged her body. Oh yeah, she could definitely get used to this. Now if only she'd thought of bringing a book with her. Surely the concierge could scrounge up a book or two. Normally she'd have her ereader in her purse and no need to carry around any paperbacks. But she’d forgotten to charge it the night before, so she’d left it at home on her nightstand.
She shifted her feet and placed them in front of the two lowest jets at the far end of the tub. After first the sensations tickled and then when she adjusted, it began to feel like someone massaged her feet and legs. One of these bad babies would be perfect in her apartment. That thought made her laugh. A tub like this probably cost more than her rent for an entire year. Not to mention would it not only not fit in her bathroom but there wasn't a room in her tiny place that could handle something this big.
As the jets worked their magic on her entire body, her thoughts drifted back to Dex and the scene at Purgatory. She'd never experienced anything like him and she didn't know how to process it. Sex had been her one absolute no-no for the last several years and he’d been the one to break through it. Jim had understood her fears of that kind of intimacy and had never breached her limit.
Bonnie sighed. Dex didn’t just breach it, he steamrolled it and blew her mind. Now she wanted to do it again and maybe again after that. A huge grin spread across her face as she slipped under the water. For a few long seconds she floated under the surface and let the jets work over her muscles. The force of water stung in some of her more sore spots, while others felt divine. When she shifted to surface one of the jets hit between her legs and Bonnie jerked upward, gasping. Masturbation had become such a regular part of her life over the years she had no
“Everything should be ready for you now.” The concierge headed towards the front door and Bonnie followed her out. “Please call me if you need anything.”
“Thank you, I will.”
With one last smile the woman turned and walked down the path to the golf cart they’d arrived in. When the cart disappeared through the trees, Bonnie finally turned back and headed into what she assumed had to be the master bedroom. The sight of the enormous king sized four-poster bed draped in a filmy pale pink material made her stop and gape. There were a dozen or more pillows all in soft shades of green or blue that made the whole area look like an oasis. Part of her wanted to jump in the middle of all that softness and sleep like the dead. But the part of her that wanted a hot bath won out. She reluctantly turned away and headed into the adjoining ensuite. The pure decadence continued in there. Shockingly white and as big as the bedroom her gaze didn't know where to land. Until she saw the big — no, huge — bathtub in the corner of the glass wall overlooking the ocean below.
Steam curled from the already running water and the surface softly roiled from the jets below the surface. She dropped her purse on the floor and immediately stripped her clothes. In her haste to leave the club she'd worn very little. A pair of capri pants, a bra and a black t-shirt emblazoned with Purgatory across the chest in fire red colored crystals.
Last was the old pair of Converse sneakers she kept in her locker to wear home every night instead of the impossibly high heels she wore in the club. If she wore those shoes on the city streets or even in the parking lot out to her car, someone would probably mistake her for a hooker.
She stepped into the steaming water and moaned. The heat sank to her bones and for the first time in too many hours to count she really started to relax. Maybe this whole vacation thing wasn't a bad idea after all. She sank to her butt and leaned against the built in pillow to cushion her head and neck. Her eyes rolled back in her head as the contours of the tub hugged her body. Oh yeah, she could definitely get used to this. Now if only she'd thought of bringing a book with her. Surely the concierge could scrounge up a book or two. Normally she'd have her ereader in her purse and no need to carry around any paperbacks. But she’d forgotten to charge it the night before, so she’d left it at home on her nightstand.
She shifted her feet and placed them in front of the two lowest jets at the far end of the tub. After first the sensations tickled and then when she adjusted, it began to feel like someone massaged her feet and legs. One of these bad babies would be perfect in her apartment. That thought made her laugh. A tub like this probably cost more than her rent for an entire year. Not to mention would it not only not fit in her bathroom but there wasn't a room in her tiny place that could handle something this big.
As the jets worked their magic on her entire body, her thoughts drifted back to Dex and the scene at Purgatory. She'd never experienced anything like him and she didn't know how to process it. Sex had been her one absolute no-no for the last several years and he’d been the one to break through it. Jim had understood her fears of that kind of intimacy and had never breached her limit.
Bonnie sighed. Dex didn’t just breach it, he steamrolled it and blew her mind. Now she wanted to do it again and maybe again after that. A huge grin spread across her face as she slipped under the water. For a few long seconds she floated under the surface and let the jets work over her muscles. The force of water stung in some of her more sore spots, while others felt divine. When she shifted to surface one of the jets hit between her legs and Bonnie jerked upward, gasping. Masturbation had become such a regular part of her life over the years she had no
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