Taking the elevator up to my penthouse, once I’m standing in the middle of the entry, I instantly strip and make my way to the outside pool. Being this high up, no one can see what’s going on and I’m thankful as fuck. I dive into the pool and start doing laps, the water sluicing against my muscles, the non-stop motion of kicking and pulling. I finally take a break, my lungs pulling air through them and I’m lounging on the steps, my elbows to my knees, with a racing heart and a throbbing cock.
I can’t get her out of my mind, her full lips, her curves, breasts that were meant to be in my hands and over filling my palms, and an ass that was meant for sinking into. With all of these thoughts swirling through my head, my hand goes to reach for my cock. It’s already hard as hell almost as if it remembers seeing her, the one that I’m now thinking of as I jack my own god damn cock. What I really want are her hands, her mouth, her pussy, and even her ass. I grip my cock harder and slide my hand up and down, I reach down and cup my balls and in a matter of minutes I’m blowing my load like a teenage boy. I groan aloud as I come with the image of her, here, naked and in the pool with water dripping off her nipples, and looking at me with yearning in her eyes as she sucks me off, swallowing my full and heavy load.
When my heart rate finally returns to normal, I grab a towel from the pool deck, dry off, and head for bed. Hoping like fuck she’ll be there tomorrow.
Chapter 5
Natalie
I went to sleep last night with Zack on my mind, after we made a speedy retreat, Sophia’s doing. She wanted to go play at the roulette table, and me being a novice went along for the ride. I did finally pull away and make my way back around to where Zack was sitting and he wasn’t there. I was disappointed and decided to call it a night and head up to our hotel room, we didn’t splurge on the room, we both said we’d barely be there to sleep. Now we’re getting up and heading downstairs to eat breakfast by the pool and lay around for a little bit and enjoy the sun on our bodies. I’m in a one piece, it’s striped and has ruching that camouflages the one area I’m not thrilled to flaunt, my stomach. It has a strap that ties behind my neck, and a small sweetheart neckline. I finish off my look with a flowy cover up, a floppy hat, and with a pair of oversized sunglasses.
We make it downstairs and quickly scoop up a couple of lounge chairs, and lay our towels out.
“I’m going to order breakfast at the bar, you want your usual?” Sophia asks me.
“Yes, you know I can never resist an everything bagel with cream cheese,” I moan just thinking about its deliciousness.
“Orange juice too?” she questions.
“Please and thank you,” I respond while grabbing my suntan lotion out of the beach bag I brought loaded with essentials like water bottles, magazines, lip-gloss, and my phone. My skin tone tans easily but skin cancer isn’t something you want to mess around with, especially with the Vegas sun and heat. I’m applying the lotion to my legs when someone darkens my body with their shadow. I look up and am in shock to see it’s Zack. He’s wearing a black pair of board shorts, his abs are on display, with that V. It has me practically salivating. I make my way up to his face and see he has his baseball hat on backwards and has his sunglasses on. This man is one fine specimen, from his dimple that is popping out with his grin, his arms that are solid and defined all the way down to his legs, that are toned and muscular. I bring my gaze back up to him and smile.
“Didn’t think I’d see you again, Sunshine,” he says huskily.
“I didn’t know you were looking to see me again, Zack,” I reply saucily with my own grin. I’m usually not this forward with a stranger, but something about Zack brings it out in me.
“See, you have me at a disadvantage. You know my name, but I’m left in the dark in not knowing yours and, believe me, I wanted to see you again.” he says huskily.
I extend my hand and say, “I’m Natalie, Natalie Preston.”
“Nice to meet you Natalie. You already know my name. What are you doing this evening?” he asks as he holds my hand, probably longer than is necessary, but I find myself not wanting to let go either.