Which might not be such a bad thing.
I was dumbstruck when we arrived at the resort, which was everything the website had advertised. A large, white building dominated the main portion of the resort, and as I walked through the arched entry, I found myself surrounded by tropical opulence.
The lobby was full of overstuffed sofas and chairs, slow-moving ceiling fans, and tropical birds flying around to the delight of the other guests.
“Chay. How do they keep these birds here?” I asked.
He smiled, and those damn dimples reappeared. “When you feed these creatures like we do, they never stray very far.”
He led me to a beautiful, uniformed woman, who seemed to already know who I was.
“This is Miss Murray,” Chay said, putting a hand on my arm. “Thank you for an enjoyable ride, Tana.”
The woman greeted me with the same hands pressed together that Chay had. “Welcome, Miss Murray. Chay will bring your bags to your room.”
I looked and saw him hustling for an elevator, his broad back flexing under his tropical weight shirt.
The hostess, or whatever she was, was telling me about some of the amenities of the resort, but I was spellbound by my surroundings. It was like I’d walked into the foyer ofFantasy Island. Any recent disappointment I’d had with life was rapidly fading, like someone had picked up a stiff broom and was just whooshing it out the door.
It had to be the weather, or maybe my hormones, which were kind of out of whack from my health issues, but I was tempted to chase after Chay, grab him, and toss him onto my bed.
“Miss Murray, can we get you anything cool to drink?” the hostess asked.
No, but a big, juicy cock would be lovely.
“Some water would be great.”
After the hostess showed me around, she brought me to my room. I was momentarily concerned when we arrived because the door was propped open. But I was quickly relieved when I found Chay was still in the room, unpacking my things.
What a nice touch. Except for one thing.
Had he come across my vibrator?
If he had, he gave nothing away.
The hostess floated off, with Chay right behind her.
But on his way out, he stepped closely to me.Veryclosely. “If there is anything that I can do for you, please do not hesitate to call the front desk and ask for me. Welcome to Thailand.”
He left, and in my mind all I could think about was his offer.Anything?
Well, therewerea few things he could do for me. Same with Rob and Jean-Pierre.
I looked around my huge, sumptuous villa, complete with a private indoor/outdoor shower, jacuzzi, and dipping pool, and realized I needed a little post-flight stress relief.
Luckily, the villa’s shower had a perfect solution. Time to wash the long flight off so I could put on my beach vibes.
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3
Shower Time
The villa’sshower was the coolest thing I think I had ever seen. It could be used inside the bathroom, or, with a single push on the wide glass door, you could be outside at the same time, shaded by what I was pretty sure was a banana tree. There were plantings around the sides of the shower, and wild orchids grew with abandon. The breeze, while warm, was soothing in the shade, carrying the light scent of some sort of flower. Plain and simple, it was heaven.
Walking into the bathroom, my toes stretched over the inlaid stone floor, a deep ashy gray just grippy enough to prevent slipping but smooth enough to provide a little massage to my feet.
How would I ever go home after this?