Things You Shouldn't Do (closed)

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Molly never did understand why her parents decided to have her and her brother so far apart.

Owen was already eleven when she was born. They were always very sweet to each other, but the age difference was so broad, they just never really had a lot in common. They grew up more or less separately, living very different lives. While she was in elementary school, he was in college. Not only was he in college, but he was was in a different country; he had gone to school in the UK. For all intents and purposes, she was an only child. There was one very notable exception, of course. One summer, when Owen was back in the house for his usual one-or-two month trip, his girlfriend from school and several of her friends flew out to visit with him in the states. They were friendly and very British, and were all very nice to her and played with her in the pool. What she remembered the most, though, was one guy that came with them. She was old enough to think he was handsome, but too young to attract his attention, or to even know what to do with it if she had it. Looking back, he was the very first guy who ever made her feel that way. Of course, he and the others went back to England, and she never saw him again.

She was a shy kid, but in high school she discovered the theater club, and started to come out of her shell. She was very little, and tended to get ingenue parts instead of the lead, but she still loved it. She went on to college where she studied communications and public relations, focusing heavily on her studies and trying her best to navigate the mysterious labyrinth of dating college boys. Then in her senior year, to fulfill a humanities graduation requirement, she took a class on modern feminism. She thought she would simply learn about "gender inequality" and that sort of thing. It was taught by a woman in her early fifties but who was in great shape, with long silver hair and round little glasses. She spoke softly, never answering questions; instead, she just asked more of them. A lot of kids hated the class. It seemed impossible to do well in it with such a subjective lesson structure. Molly, however, was totally in love. She had never thought about just how much she let people expectations of her define her. There was so much she wanted to try, but was totally mortified at the idea of trying it. She had had a few boyfriends, but had always let them dictate what they did and when and how. She never went after what *she* wanted. She worried about what people would think if they found out. Suddenly, she felt like she had unlocked a super power. She wanted to start living her life in a whole new way. She was graduating in May, and had new job in a really promising firm in the city starting in the summer. Her dad went with her to find a small loft apartment in her price range, and she was intensely excited to become the new person that she never imagined she could be…

But then she got news. Owen was getting married.

Of COURSE she was happy for him! And oh my god… his fiance’s family was rich! They wanted to throw a destination wedding! She looked up the tropical resort where it was happening, and it looked GORGEOUS! She was so happy to be there for him! But... it was happening NOW.

It actually fit with her schedule. Her new job didn’t start for a month after graduation. She could totally make the trip, and stay in a gorgeous beachside bungalow and lounge in the tropical sun. But... she had WANTED to spend that month exploring her new city, discovering what sort of person she could be when she started to live by her new rules. When she thought about it, though, maybe this a blessing in disguise? She’d be away from home, in a place where she could explore herself. She’d have to be careful about what she let her family see, but maybe she’d find some chances to test her own limits while still being there for Owen and her family.

She went shopping for a whole new wardrobe and new bathing suits, learning more about her upcoming vacation. It turned out Owen was actually marrying a girl he had reconnected with. He had dated her years ago, in college. She knew who he meant, right away; the girl who had come to visit us when she was little. She wondered… were they still friends with the guy that had come to her house when she was a kid? Would he be there?

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Molly stepped down the staircase that was pushed up against the plane, reaching up to pull her sunglasses down over her eyes. Oh wow… it was GORGEOUS here. The air was gloriously warm, the sky was a bright blue she had only ever imagined. She could already hear the ocean; The waters in the lagoon around their resort were supposed to be among the calmest and bluest water in the pacific, but here on the east shore, she had heard, was some of the best surfing in the world. She had never surfed before, but she already knew she was going to give it a try.

She followed the line of people down the stairs. She was careful how she placed her feet, not wanting to catch a sandal. She adjusted her purse, loving the sensation of the sun on her naked shoulders, her sundress catching a faint breeze off the water, making her swell with excitement, smelling the luscious salt of the ocean. She had taken a different flight than her parents since they were coming from different states, and knew that she had to hustle to meet them, so once she was off the stairs she eagerly took a seat on the airport trolley, and rode into the small building that they used as an airport to make her way through customs. She met her folks by the baggage carousel, hugging them both. Her mother commented on her new nose ring, but she promised them she wouldn’t wear it during the ceremony. Once they had all their bags, they went down to the pickup area, where a van with the resort’s logo on it was waiting. The guy who greeted them had a gorgeously wide smile whose whiteness contrasted with his dark skin, and she immediately liked him. She watched him load their bags into the back, enjoying the way the muscles moved in his back, and remembered to run inside and quickly buy a prepaid phone, since they were in a different country and her normal phone wouldn’t work. She had the salesgirl activate it, and returned to the van, riding it back, chatting happily with her parents and with the driver, who told them all about the island and all the things to see and do there. She laughed… already thinking of some of the things she could do with him. When she tipped him, she made sure her new temporary phone number was written on the bill.

The resort was as amazing as she had imagined. Tall buildings of native wood and bamboo with a huge open-air lobby, with bars everywhere. They all checked in, and were given keys to their individual bungalows. Her parents had one of the larger suites that were back among the main buildings, but Molly actually had one of the small ones that were situated out in the lagoon itself, all attached back to the beach by a narrow wooden walkway. She hugged her parents and made her way out across the gorgeously manicured grounds. So much to do! So much to see! The beach of the lagoon was gorgeous. They had immaculate wooden footpaths, but she took off her sandals and walked down through the pure white sand, marveling at how blue and clear the water was… it looked like she could see all the way out to the horizon. They had all sorts of boat rentals, and while she knew she probably couldn’t afford to rent anything herself, she was determined to get out on a boat at some point during the week. She found the long walkway that lead out into the water, where a dozen small wooden huts with thatched roofs stood up on stilts, with nothing but gorgeous clear water in every direction. She made her way down the path, looking at the small wooden plaques over the doors, The bungalows didn’t have numbers they had names. Soon, she found hers. She smiled when she read it; ‘Tlazolteotl’... She liked it, but she’d never be able to pronounce it.

It was a small room, but with a high ceiling… completely open on both sides with wide glassless windows with diaphanous curtains that were pulled back, letting that delicious ocean smell fill the space. The bathroom was separated by a single wall; a clawed bathtub and a overhead shower that stood open in the middle of the space. A small walkway ran around the outside of the hut, letting her walk around and see in every direction, or to duck down to drop out into the water. There was a simple chest of drawers and a wide, lush-looking bed with light, airy fabric draping over it from the ceiling…. Hanging opposite the slow-turning ceiling fan. She squealed with delight, dropping her bags and collapsing into the bed. She needed to start thinking about getting ready. There would be a brunch in a few hours where the entire wedding party would meet, and she already had a dress in mind, but she needed time to rest from her flight, to take a shower…

Her new phone buzzed in her purse. She felt a small thrill rush into her. She already knew what she was doing tonight, too...

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Molly crossed the beach again, carrying her white sandals, loving the feeling of the sand between her toes. The walkway that branched out from the docks that led out to her bungalow stretched a little bit further from the beach before it turned toward the main part of the resort, and she already knew that she would almost always be crossing the beach instead of following it. She wondered if she should even bother with shoes next time.

A guy that had been trying to surreptitiously look at her as he lowered himself into a beach chair completely missed, and tripped over his own drink tray. She glanced in his direction, watching his wife berate him, and she couldn’t help but laugh. She had loved the way she looked in her new romper when she put it on after her shower, and apparently the local hornballs liked it to. She had LOVED the outdoor shower in her cottage; she had never felt so deliciously naked in her life, exposed to the entire ocean. She already knew she’d be bathing there every single day. She had applied some sun lotion to her exposed shoulders and back and legs and face… she knew she’d have to keep on top of that; she was already planning to freckle like crazy in the beautiful sun down here, she had no intention of getting an Irish tan.

Once she crossed over the large threshold from the beaches into the central resort, the wooden walkways gave way to stone, and granite tile. The paths wound through gorgeous groves of trees and magnificently maintained gardens. Everywhere she looked were small decorative ponds with koyfish, or artificial waterfalls. She passed three different open air bars, and at least as many gorgeous pools. There were tennis courts and signs that directed her to the salons and spas… even something indicating the path to get to the stables. There was so much to do here, she didn’t even know where she would start. Plus, she thought quietly to herself when she saw another guy try to hide the fact that he was looking at her while turning away from his wife, there were other activities here that the resort wasn’t necessarily advertising.

The wedding brunch was set up in a large venue off of one of the resort’s central pools. It was dominated by a huge faux-stone waterfall, which doubled as a water slide that started somewhere up in the central foyer. The building was the came post and beam construction as a lot of the main buildings, open on three sides to the pool, and to the beautiful views leading off to the lagoon. There was a sizable wooden bar, and a stage where shows were performed at night, and small round tables and chair, the bulk of which were pushed to the side in favor of one large buffet table with an impressive breakfast spread. People all mingled together in their linen shirts and tropical sun dresses. Owen was there with his new wife Victoria, who Molly was surprised she recognized; She was the same girl that had visited their house fifteen years ago, just older. She actually had allowed a single streak of grey in her hair, and it looked bold and exciting, and she had a wonderful smile. She actually looked much better than Molly remembered; she could see why Owen liked her. They hadn’t been dating non-stop for fifteen years; They had broken up after college when Owen had moved back to the states. He had seen a few different girls over the years, and if Molly understood the story correctly, Victoria had actually been married to a different guy for a little while, but they were both single when they reconnected on Facebook a few years ago. She was living in the states at the time, and they started dating again… and a few years and god knew how much lost-time sex later, here they were.

Molly’s family was already all here, such as they were. Her mother and father were enjoying the buffet, and her Grandmother, bless her soul, was here in her wheelchair. Lord knew how she was getting around the resort in that thing. She had two aunts on her dad’s side, both of them married with two kids a piece, all of them running rampant in the pool. Owen had exactly one best friend in the entire world; Marcus was here with his husband Greg, both of whom were fawning over their new baby. That made up the sum total of her side of the wedding. The rest of the crowd was made up of absolute strangers. There were at least a dozen of them, all clearly British, and all of them were over thirty. She didn’t see a single person her age at all, and wondered exactly what she was going to do at this thing, other than cling to her parents like a little kid.

Then, a woman wearing a long blue summer dress and a white shawl moved to the side, and she realized that she DID know someone. She tripped a little bit on the stone footpath, and had to stop, just looking at him for a second. He didn’t see her yet, so she was free to take her time. It was him, the guy that had visited her house. She remembered him as a svelte, handsome college-aged guy with a nice chest and earthy smile, who wore his hair shaggy in a way that had reminded her of a boyband singer… but this was something much more impressive. He was still tall, with the same long arms and fingers, and broad, elegant shoulders, but now he had a distinguished head of grey hair. That boyish jawline now seemed stronger and more casually firm. His smile was easier, more comfortable in his skin…

She took a breath, taking him in as a whole. Ohhhhhhhhh… this was going to happen.

She saw a waiter approaching him with a tray of mimosas, and quickly dropped her shoes in one of the beach chairs and made a quick beeline, picking one up of her own. She walked up behind him, falling into place at his side, and folding her arms, inspecting the crowd with him.

“I don’t think I know a lot of people here. Do you?”

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"Sorry?"

She held her glass up to her lips, looking up at him as he turned to look down at her. He was caught a little bit off guard, and her smile slowly widened gleefully as she watched him look down over her body before he caught himself. Even then, he didn’t STOP, not really, he just tried to be more subtle. She loved that, loved the idea that she had affected him so effortlessly.

She lifted her mouth up a bit, smiling up at him, speaking a little clearer. “I said, I don’t really know anyone here…” she took a tiny sip of her mimosa to disguise her delight at watching his eyes linger on her collar bone, just above her cleavage. She lowered her hand, idly touching her breastbone just below where his eyes were falling, while still giving him that playful little smile. Maybe he’d start to notice that she didn’t mind him looking.

"I was just thinking the same thing actually. Not many people at all, "

She felt a little flutter in her stomach. A lot of people in this party had a british accent, but she LOVED the was it sounded coming from him. She giggled, REALLY hoping she sounded playful. “No one at all? What are you even doing here, then?” She asked.

"Well my wife of course," he said with a gesture at the brunette woman in the shawl. She turned, and watched her talking brightly with one of the other partygoers. She seemed nice, Molly decided… and for a moment, a twinge caught in her throat. He was married. She took a slow breath, and thought about it. What… exactly did that mean to her? She could be a person that cared when her possible sex partners were married, but she also could be a person that didn’t care. Which was it. She looked up at him again, and at his structured jawline, and the way his clothes hung from his athletic frame. She glanced down, catching a glimpse of his wedding ring, and the way the simple band seemed to much a part of his hand. She thought about it, sipping at her drink, and made a decision. She DID care that he was married, and that his wife was right there…

Because it would make it SO much hotter when she fucked him right under her nose.

"My wife knows them better than I do.” He was saying. She nodded up at him politely, wondering if there was anything about her demeanor that hinted that she had just decided that she was going to deliberately undermine this guy’s marriage. “She's best friends with Victoria."

“Oh!” She nodded, looking between her guy’s wife and the bride. They were just about the same age, she decided. They were all friends of her brother’s from college, then? Maybe she was part of that trip they had all made to her parent’s backyard, too? “That’s really sweet! College friends are so great. I just graduated myself.”

He seemed to react to that. She knew she looked young for her age, and maybe the reassurance that he wasn’t talking to a teenager had spurred him a bit? “Sorry, I didn't even introduce myself," He said, holding up his hand to her, his demeanor suddenly INTENSELY British. "I'm Noah,"

She took his hand, letting her index finger slide up towards his wrist just a tiny bit, smiling up at him. “Molly.” She said. They shook, and their hands lingered for a moment. Her eyes lingered on him for just a fraction of a second, dipping down to examine his body before she looked up at him again, her nose wrinkling sweetly before she took another long sip of her mimosa. She then let her hand fall away, but she didn’t step back at all, staying nice and close to him as they continued to speak. “So, I just moved into the lagoon bungalows, are you staying down there? It’s absolutely amazing.”

He nodded at that. "It's really beautiful here huh,"

She grinned, agreeing. “Oh my god… it’s just stunning!”

"But hot?"

“But hot…” she agreed with a smile, looking up at him mischievously. She ran a hand over her naked collarbone rubbing her bare skin as though to emphasize how much she agreed with him. One of the strings of her jumper slipped from her shoulder, and she turned her head to the side as she looked up at him, lowering herself down to sit on the poolchair in front of him, until she was looking almost completely up at him, her face near the front of his linen shorts. She held her eyecontact as she finished her glass, and held it up to him as he ordered her another. She thanked him sweetly, and lay on her side, stretching her body out on the chair. “Thanks. I should be careful how much I drink.” she said as she took a dainty, but pretty sizeable, sip, “Lord knows what kind of mischief I’ll get up to.”

"I'm guessing from your accent that you know the groom?"

She nodded, smiling playfully at him. “That’d be a good guess.”

"How do you know Owen?"

“He’s my big brother.” She answered. She figured she’d let him know exactly who she was, lest the discovery that he had met her as a little girl mess him up down the road. “I think you might have met me once, actually…” She sat up, regarding him as though this was only just coming to her. “Did you come visit Owen in the states when you were in college?” She squealed in delight at his answer. “Then it WAS you! You played with me in the pool, remember? You spent a whole afternoon picking me up and throwing me?”

She grinned at him, her teeth bright in her gorgeous smile as she reached up and slipped the strap of her jumper up over her shoulder. “You want to know something?” she said, looking around conspiratorially. She stood up, and put a hand on his arm, rising up on her tiptoes to whisper in his ear. “I had this ridiculous schoolgirl crush on you. I thought you were the cutest thing I had ever seen.” She pulled back, biting her bottom lip, still looking up at him, gauging his reaction. “I mean, I know, I was just a little kid, you probably thought I was a nuisance…” her fingers, still resting on the outside of his arm, tightened just a tiny bit as she smiled up at him. “But it really meant the world to me. I kept thinking about you….” her hand slid imperceptibly up his arm a tiny bit, her thumb caressing his bicep, “a lot…”

She turned, suddenly, her smile becoming much less playful and more convivial. An older american woman had approached them. Her fingers slid away, and she held her glass with both hands. “Mom! Hi, this is Noah! He’s an old friend of Owen’s!”

She didn’t get much of a word in edgewise after that. She stepped back, and let Noah get swallowed up by her parents and the rest of the party. She sat back in her deck chair, finishing her second mimosa and having a small plate of poached eggs over cracked ham, not really finishing it. She wasn’t staring, but she did like occasionally catching Noah’s eyes lingering on her.

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Molly lay back, watching Noah interact with her parents. And with his wife. She sipped at her drink, engaging the other guests in conversation here and there, but mostly, she just watched.

They seemed like a nice enough couple. She was full of smiles for everyone there, but then she was very involved in the event, since she was one of the bridesmaids. She carried herself like she had been very beautiful when she was younger. Molly couldn’t be sure, but she had a vague recollection that Noah had been dating one of the other girls that had come to visit her house when she was little, but they all just sort of blurred together into a sea of pretty college girls with british accents. Her attention had obviously fallen much more on Noah. Even now, as Anna graciously laughed at Victoria’s aunts semi-funny jokes, she couldn’t help but notice just how much more at ease Noah seemed to be. He didn’t really know anyone, that was obvious, but he wasn’t awkward about it, or unpleasant. He just sort of graciously moved from conversation to conversation, engaging politely but never drawing attention to himself.

Molly hadn’t ever been with someone that was over twenty-five. She didn’t really have a sense of how a man’s maturity and confidence in his own skin might translate into the bedroom, but as she let her gaze trail surreptitiously down his body, admiring how fit and athletic he seemed to be, she had a very real notion that it would bring something to the table that was totally new to her. The fact that he looked so good but still carried an air of being distinguished and unconcerned with trying to impress people actually seemed to make his trim hips and flat stomach even more eye catching. Of course, the occasional glance he let slip when he thought she wasn’t looking at her certainly helped. The fact that she was so much younger and more attractive than his wife made the whole experience have a certain rebel excitement as well… She felt like she was shoplifting.

She finished her beverage, and set it on the tray of a passing waiter. She was just about done here, she thought. She went over to her brother and his fiance, congratulating them both and giving her new sister-in-law a big hug… and then went to tell her parents that she’d be resting after the flight. She picked up her shoes and slipped out of the brunch, and back down the pathways, over the beach, and up the walkway back to her bungalow. She stripped off her dress and her panties, stepping out onto the walkway completely naked, letting the hot tropical sun kiss her creamy, freckly skin. She pulled the cord to turn on the outdoor shower and let the warm water flow over her, loving the sensation of being naked out in full view of the open ocean. From here, there weren’t any other bungalows that could see her, so she essentially had complete privacy, unless someone decided to swim out into the water. Of course, any of the surrounding huts could see hers from the FRONT, but the interior windows, as huge as they were, only opened outwardly. Curious, she stepped out of the water for a moment, walking around the outer walkway. Once she came around to the large window and looked out across the water, It seemed that even though there was another row of bungalows a few hundred yards away, only the one on the very end would be able to see into her window. Obviously, this was why there were such wide curtains hanging there, to give her privacy in her bedroom. She turned her head, looking across the water…

Oh… oh wow. She grinned. They were maybe a football field and a half away, but there was no mistaking the twosome that was headed up the bamboo footpath to the bungalow. Noah unlocked the door, and let his wife in before he stepped inside as well. They had the same layout she did, with the same wide window looking into their bedroom, and the same wide curtains. Anyone in there would be able to see into HER bedroom… She leaned against the railing for a second, rocking her weight back and forth between her legs, letting the feeling of rubbing her athletic thighs together slowly make her awareness of her own moist little pussy blossum. She stepped inside, her naked, shower-slick body dripping on the woven rug, and took hold of the curtains, pushing them wide open. She stepped back, standing in the middle of the room, her hands on her hips, admiring the view, and imagining the one back into her own bedroom. She bit her lip, thinking about her date tonight. She was meeting him in the bar on the beach... She glanced at the clock… in six hours. Plenty of time to unpack properly, take a brief nap, and get herself ready.

She went about her business, not bothering to dress or cover herself, privately enjoying the idea that the only two people on the planet who might see her right now were Noah and Anna… even though she eventually saw them leaving. She dried herself before she lay naked on the bed, snuggling herself into the lush linen sheets, nodding off. There was a dinner that night for the wedding guests, but she already knew she would miss it. Instead, she showered… she put on a little makeup, but not much; this was her vacation after all. She picked out a nice dress, and considered shoes for a moment. She looked at her backside in the mirror, checking to see if her backside looked good enough if she just went barefoot, and decided that she did. She stepped out the door and headed back toward the resort. She found her way past the beach and up to the first of the large lodge buildings, this one looking out over the water, and walked along the deck to a small bar. There was a band set up; nothing fancy, just a drum, piano and bass player, all just playing a gentle jazz beat. She walked to the bar, ordered an amaretto & cranberry kiss, and slid up onto the bar, turning to look back out over the beach…

And smiled, realizing that Noah was down there, walking alone across the sand. She inhaled. She had a little time, she decided. She waved down to him, beckoning him to come up to the bar.

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She watched him head up the sand to the staircase, and around the wide planter filled with tropical flowers and palms, through the entrance archway onto the wide patio, smiling at him as he approached the bar.

“Hello again," He said as he sat beside her on the barstool.

“Hello yourself.” She replied playfully, sipping at her cocktail, her eyes travelling down his body for a moment.

"I thought only the bride was supposed to wear white..."

She grinned, setting down the drink on the bartop. “We’re not at the ceremony yet.” She said sweetly, sitting sideways, leaning on the bar with one elbow. “And I happen to think I look good in white.”

He seemed to like that, but they were interrupted by the barman. He ordered himself the same drink she had ordered, which made her smile. Most of the guys her age were horribly caught up in the illusion of appearing masculine, trying to look cool all the time, ordering whatever they thought was the height of tough-guy liquor. Noah just continued to seem to coast above all of that. She’d probably be attracted to him even if he WASN’T the person she had first learned to masturbate over. As it was… She exhaled, part of her wishing she hadn’t made a date for the evening, that she could invite him back to her bungalow right now and have her way with him. As the bartender brought him his pink cocktail in a martini glass with a mandarin orange on the rim, she couldn’t help but giggle as he drank it with all the confidence of a man who didn’t need to convince anyone of anything. All in good time, she thought. Instead, she picked up her glass, offering him a little toast, taking her glass to her lips, sipping the tart but succulently sweet mixture.

"My wife's helping with preparations for the dinner this evening," He said, seemingly out of nowhere. She raises a single eyebrow at that, her face clearly amused at the obvious non-sequitur. He was being a little defensive, but that might just be because he was starting to pick up on her obvious attention.

“I guess you’re free for the afternoon, then.” She said, sliding her finger into the rim of her glass to fetch the tiny tangerine piece sitting on the glass. “I’d think she’d be worried that you get into all sorts of trouble.”

"So did you do much with the rest of your day?” He asked, clearly a little uncomfortable.

She shook her head, finishing her little piece of citris. “Not a blessed thing. I used the outdoor shower in my bungalow. And enjoyed being naked.” She almost felt sorry for him, watching him squirm in response. He was trying SO hard not to fall into a trap of talking about anything sexual, but it just didn’t seem like it was happening for him. Instead, he continued to ask her questions in an effort to find a comfortable, non-sexual topic to chat about.

“Are you going to the group dinner later?" He asked.

She shrugged, looking genuinely on-the-fence. “Maybe?” She offered, turning herself to lean against the bar, her narrow shoulders looking creamy-white in the dimming sunlight. “I mean, I want to be here for the family… I love my big brother, and everything… but this is meant to be a vacation. I just don’t think we allow ourselves enough spontaneity. Don’t you think so?” She leaned back, her body stretching out to it’s full length in front of him, arching back to quickly steal a cherry from the barfruit. “I mean, by was of an example; this dinner tonight? All those people that I don’t know that well… they’re my brother and his fiance’s friends.” She smiled up at him. “No offense.” She shrugged, and played with the cherry a little, looking at it as she spoke. “I really doubt it if they’re going to miss me.” She raised her eyebrows, looking up at him. “It’s probably the same with you, right? It’s all your wives friends?”

She grinned at him as she bit into the cherry and chewed. “You and I could probably sneak off somewhere during dinner, and no one would be the wiser.”

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"What else is there to do around here...?"

Molly held the cherry stem in her teeth, grinning around it slowly, the implication hidden behind her smile more than a little obvious. She let it go, biting her bottom lip, rocking back and forth at her hips for a moment in time with the live jazz trickling from the stage, over the bar and out over the white sand of the beach. She reaced for her glass, and lifted it, tipping it back and quickly draining it all in one quick, aggressive swallow, and then set it on the bar, dropping her cherry stem into it and reaching out, taking his hand.

“Come on, dance with me.” She said, not really asking.

She dragged him to the center of the mostly-empty bar, taking his hands and pulling them around her trim little waist, her hands reaching up and wrapping around his neck, looking up at him happily as she pressed herself to him, her fresh, ample cleavage pressing to his chest. The band, seeing that they were dancing, started to make their light island jazz have a little bit of a slower rhythm, so they could sway together slowly.

“This is nice.” She said softly, but other than that, she just stayed quiet, watching the parade of emotions dance across his face, grinning at some of the more embarassing ones. She was holding herself to him, and there really wasn’t anywhere for him to hide as he got harder against her tummy, but she just smiled at him, glancing down to show that she noticed, but just continuing to dance with him.

A few more people came into the bar, and the music changed to accommodate the slightly noisier crowd, so she eventually pulled away from him, her hands resting on his to keep them on her hips. “I guess you should be heading to the dinner, huh?” She said softly, still gently swaying her backside to the music, holding his hands on her.

“I’d invite you back to my place, but I have a date I need to go meet up with. Maybe you can find someone to spend your evening with? Your wife… or…” she grinned at him, slipping her hands away from his… picking up her little purse, and blowing him a kiss, turning and walking from the bar.

She met the guy who had driven the shuttle down by the beach. They walked for a while, holding hands, talking about their lives. His name was August, and he had lived on the island when he was a kid, although he had gone to the states for college to study computer science before he realized that he didn’t care about school at all, and had come back home to surf. He lived in the guest house of a villa that was a little bit up the mountain, taking care of the property instead of paying rent, working as a driver for the resort, and spending his free time playing music and surfing. It was such a romantic lifestyle, she was totally enraptured, and made him promise to take her surfing before the week was over.

They walked all the way down to the end of the beach, looking out over the lagoon that marked the edge of the resort’s property. He pointed out where the ebs in the water showed what the bed of the lagoon looked like. Soon, it was getting dark, so they turned and walked back up the beach, talking about her new job in the city and how excited she was to finally be the person she had been going to school to become. Eventually, they got back to the docks, and he walked with her up to her bungalow. She invited him in, and immediately kissed him, feeling his hands on her, stripping away their clothes so she could get down on the floor, stroking his lovely brown cock, sucking it into her hot little mouth.

Eventually, she got him onto the bed, and climbed over him, working him against the wet little folds of her pale pink pussy, biting her bottom lip as she eased herself down onto him, feeling his hard thickness swelling inside her. His long-fingered hands sliding up her narrow body, fondling her perky round breasts…

She lifted her head, and looked out the large window sitting across from her bed with the linen curtains still pushed wide open. It was dark out, but the lights in her bungalow were on, so anyone could see inside, watching her ride the thick cock of the young man she had met that morning, but of course, not one actually COULD see in at this angle, unless you counted the one bungalow sitting out across the stretch of water…

She could see the lights on in Noah’s room. He was standing by the window. He was far enough away that she had to strain a little to do it, but she could see him nonetheless, the shape of his body, the color of the suit he had worn in the bar. It definitely meant he could see her too. And he was watching.

She smiled. She started to move more vigorously, rising and lowering her body more dramatically, fucking the young man in her bed, her hands cradling her tits, holding them up to make sure Noah could see them.