leena
Last night,gosh, it was fun. Lots of laughter, getting to know one another, drinks, and sushi. I couldn’t believe Decker remembered from earlier that day how much I enjoyed it. By the time dinner was over, during which he enjoyed one more glass of bourbon and I another wine, my yawning was coming full-blown. I tried to conceal it, not wanting the night to end, but after the third time, it wasn’t happening. We worked together in cleaning up our mess, not that there was much with the way the resort brought our food. A part of me hoped Decker would ask me to stay, but he didn’t. So, I started to leave as I grabbed my small bag, sliding it over my shoulder. The only thing in it that I needed was my room key, yet I was smart to slide my wallet and phone in there just in case.
Decker left me with a kiss, and I’m talking our mouths were colliding, tongues chasing one another, body up against the wall of his bungalow, Decker’s hand on my waist, and I felt him. Dear lord, did I feel him, literally all of him. By the time our kiss ended, we were both wound tight, but we still didn’t take it further; instead, he left me with that affectionate kiss on my forehead, a squeeze on my hip, and said, “Tomorrow, you wake up, don’t think about doing anything else but getting your gorgeous self to my place.” I know, I know, a woman shouldn’t like being told what to do, especially when she gets enough of that from her own father and brothers. Not so much her father, because I’m the only girl and he definitely gives me more leeway, but boy, do his sons make up for it.
That’s why I slowly got my ass out of bed. Thankfully, after the sun and drinking yesterday, I’m not hungover in the least, not even a headache. Furthermore, I’m not sunburnt either. That’s the real winner of the show. Most vacations I go on, the first day, no matter how much suntan lotion I apply, there’s always a burn. Then I rest and stay in the shade the second day and can venture out making sure I’m completely coated once again. I guess Decker reminding me every couple of hours yesterday to reapply helped, not that I didn’t mind him rubbing my back while doing so, nor did I have an issue with returning the favor.
So, I got up and had a cup of coffee because no one should be around a coffee head without caffeine. I wasn’t sure what all we were doing today, relaxing around his pool or going on an excursion. That’s why I packed a small bag with a bathing suit, coverup, towel, and sunscreen. Instead of a dress like last night, I’m in a pink tank top, pull-on loose floral shorts, and sandals.
I texted Decker right as I was leaving my bungalow, letting him know I was on my way. His reply was ‘to come on in, the door’s unlocked,’ which is where I am now. We exchanged numbers last night before he walked me to my place, making sure to text me even though I was still passed out this morning when he did. It was sweet to wake up to, and he made sure to reiterate for me to get my gorgeous self to his place once I was ready to eat breakfast. That’s where I am now, on his front deck. The water surrounding his place, it really is beautiful, much like my own area. I could stand out here taking in the sheer beauty all day. It’s only the grumble of my stomach that has me entering Decker’s home away from home. When I turn the handle, just like he said, the door is unlocked. He’s not in sight, though. His place is more like a house, the living room and kitchen out in the open, the open windows letting a breeze in, only there’s no sign of the man of the hour, well, days really.
“Decker!” I call out. He doesn’t answer, so I meander through the bungalow, not knowing where he could be, looking out towards the pool, but Decker isn’t there. The nosey person I am walks towards the back, the hallway leading towards the room. Why I’m this way, I have no idea, but after looking into the two bedrooms and seeing they’re empty, there’s only one left, and holy fuck nuggets. I groan at the sight before me. The room is as beautiful as the rest of the suite, looking out over the ocean, king-size bed, all of the bells and whistles you could ask for in a luxurious resort. That’s not the beautiful thing in this room, though. Nope, that would be Decker, naked in all his glory in the outdoor shower. There’s a tiled wall behind him, but that doesn’t obscure the view from the front.
“Holy mother of God.” Decker is completely naked, hand fisting his cock, and when he opens his eyes, seeing me standing here in front of him, he doesn’t stop working himself.