"Captivated" (Closed for EroticLily)

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Matthew wiped the falling bead of sweat from his brow as he stepped out of his rental car and handed the keys to the valet. Despite his years’ of travel, this was his first time in Costa Rica and the humidity was almost overwhelming. Giving a brief smile to the polite young man in front of him, Matthew reached into his pocket and pulled out five colón, tipping the valet generously. The car sped off into the rainforest; the parking lot was well hidden from the rest of the complex.

“The Waterfall Hotel” lived up to its name. Construction had only completed six months beforehand and it was primarily being marketed as a premium spot for time shares, the first complex in a budding resort town. Behind Matthew was a virgin beach, untouched by man until recently. It snaked around the clear waters of the Pacific Ocean creating a serene sensation. In front of him was the main entrance to the hotel, built with green, brown, and tan tones to make it seem as natural as the rainforest that splayed out around it. Matthew had never seen trees so large outside of the redwoods. The building itself seemed to be merged with the gorgeous waterfall that went careening off the tall cliff that hung just above the roof.

Walking inside, Matthew felt the refreshing blast of air conditioning sooth his skin. He pulled his suitcase along with him; taking in the massive lobby. Local art decorated the walls, but its primary feature was the same waterfall that had been so marvelous outside. A small hole in the ceiling allowed for the water to flow freely into a fountain at the center open room. Matthew approached the main desk. The man standing in attendance was smartly-dressed and pleasant with a thick brown mustache hovering over his top lip. “Hello, sir. My name is Matthew Foster, I’m the journalist from The Journeyman magazine.”

The attendant smiled warmly, extending a hand to shake Matthew’s. “Mr. Foster,” he said with a slight Costa Rican accent, “It is so good to meet you. We can’t tell you how excited we are to have been selected by The Journeyman. We can assure you that your stay here will be like no other.” The man quickly started typing into his computer and slid a key card through a digital reader. “My name is Paulo and I will be your primary contact within the hotel. Everything is open to you: the beach, the spa, the swimming pool. It’s all been paid for. We want to give you the premium experience, Mr. Foster.”

The service was almost too good. A young bellhop came to escort Matthew’s bags up to his room and Paulo came from behind the desk to show him to the elevator. “As you can see, our hotel has an interesting layout. This is the central building; we lay at the base of the cliff. Here you’ll find wonderful dining experiences and our indoor tennis courts. There are four other buildings arranged in a circle around the swimming pool, which provide our suites. You’ll have to take an elevator to the top of the cliff. There you’ll find the Jaguar Complex: your home for the week.” Pressing the ‘up’ button on the elevator console, Paulo ushered Matthew inside. “Please feel free to call down to the desk for anything you need, Mr. Foster.”

The elevator doors closed and Matthew ran a hand through his long, sweaty brown hair. The hotel was truly majestic and so far the service had been excellent, but it was only the first day. Still, “The Waterfall” didn’t seem to be suffering the problems that most new resorts were plagued by.

A bell rung and the door opened. Matthew found himself standing on top of the cliffs looking down. The sunlight shone brightly through the trees and the sound of the powerful waterfall flowing next to the elevator shaft was a beautiful testament to the purity of nature. A small dirt path led to a clearing. There, the complex came into full view: four massive towers reaching over the rainforest canopy, surrounding a state-of-the-art swimming pool. The pool was filled with families spending their summer vacations in this tropical paradise. He barely noticed the heat anymore and instead marveled at the architecture and design.

This is going to be a good week, he thought to himself as he approached the Jaguar building and his room.

 

[EroticLily]

Evelyn squinted behind her oversized sunglasses, abruptly awoken from a brief poolside nap by the nagging alert of her cell phone alarm. Sitting up on the firm, plastic lounge chair, the plush hotel towel slipping down against her bare back, the caramel-skinned teacher pushed her shades up to the crown of her head, then grabbed her phone. She tapped the alarm button twice, then the sound ceased. Exhaling softly, the tanned beauty scanned the scenery, her hazel eyes in awe of the resort’s magnificence.

Breath-taking beaches and tropical flowers, clear, open skies, friendly faces at nearly every turn. Costa Rica was a far-cry from the project housing units of Brooklyn. She could certainly never claim to have a waterfall in her backyard, at home, well not unless some hoodlum cracked open a fire hydrant. Evy as most referred to her in her hometown, had come to Costa Rica to change lives, and to get as far away from her old life as humanly possible.

Signing up for a year of service, teaching English to native children in the outer towns of Costa Rica had been the best decision she could’ve made. Had she stayed in her neighborhood, ‘kicking it’ with the usual suspects, she might’ve ended up pregnant or strung out like most of the girls she’d went to highschool with. She had bigger dreams for herself than that, so she’d enrolled in college and busted her butt to graduate with a degree in education. She’d found the flyer to teach in Costa Rica on the local church bulletin board and less than a month after graduation, she’d arrived. She had a new path to follow and made the promise to herself to live as she wanted to, taking risks, cherishing each new experience and sensation that presented itself. Having a week off from educating los ninos, she decided that her path was pointing her to the Waterfall hotel resort for some 5-star relaxation.

Her skin was hot from lying out in nothing but a curve-hugging, teal bikini. The crystal clear pool looked too inviting to resist. Evy set her phone down on the deck chair, loosely wrapping it into her towel, along with her sunglasses and room card. She was far from the ‘hood, but her street-smart mentality hadn’t quite left her yet.

Making her way to the edge of the pool, Evy cautiously dipped her clear-polished toe in. The water was nippy, but not off-putting in the slightest in contrast to the persistent heat in the atmosphere. Biting her peach-glossed lip, the young woman leaped off the deck and dove into the deeper end of the pool, making a modest splash. The cool water swiftly enveloped her sun-kissed body, rippling pleasantly over her extremities as she moved about under its glimmering surface.

Surfacing after a few moments, Evy pushed her soaked tresses from her face and swam to the pool ladder to get out. It was nearly lunch-time and she wanted to shower and change her clothing. Grasping the metallic rails as she ascended to pool steps, beads of refreshing liquid dripped from her slick body. Her wet swim suit clung to her firm breasts and ass as she shuffled to the side to wring out her sandy brown hair. She smiled politely at the roving eyes of older men as she sauntered back to her chair, collecting her belongings. She wasn’t exactly modest, so she didn’t mind if they looked.

Slipping her feet into her golden sandals, Evelyn wrapped the hotel towel around her waist, tucking it firmly at her hip.She tossed her saturated locks over her shoulder, shivering when the moist tendrils hit her back. Pushing her shades up onto her head, she carried her room key and cell phone in her hand. The brunette smiled with appreciation as a dark-skinned doorman, Carlos, welcomed her back into the hotel, offering her a purple orchid.

Evelyn recognized this flower by now. It was called, guaria morada, and it was the national flower of Costa Rica. It was said to bring fortune and good luck, as well as evoke peace and love for the recipient. It was a sweet gesture, to say the least. Thanking Carlos, Evelyn tucked the delicate flower into her hair, letting it perch over the ridge of her ear. She stepped onto the elevator, whose doors had opened just on time for her to shuffle right in, then pressed the button to bring her to the Leopard suite. She had been informed that the Jaguar building was directly across the pool, viewable from her bedroom. Evy hadn’t seen any signs of the room across the way from hers being occupied so she left the curtains on her bedroom window open to let the sunshine through without a second thought.

Swiping the card to enter her suite, the cheerful young woman breezed into the room, happily reminding herself that she had all week to enjoy this fabulous place. She stepped quickly toward her bedroom, as the living quarters were rather chilly for her still-wet skin. Pushing the door to her cozy bedroom shut behind her, Evelyn cast her towel off, draping it over the ottoman at the foot of her canopy bed. She slipped her feet out of her sandals and nudged them underneath the luxurious bed, tempted to lie down on it, forestalling her shower. Not wanting to get her satiny bedcovers wet was the only consideration that stopped her. Evelyn moved toward the window, basking in the sun’s warmth as she worked her shoulder-length, wet locks into a loose braid. Then she reached up and carefully grasped for the knot holding her bikini strings together at the base of her golden brown neck...

 

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Matthew stepped across the threshold and into the massive luxury suite. It was fully equipped with a private kitchen, an open living area, and a hot tub the size of most small swimming pools. His eyes widened. This wasn't kind of treatment he was used to receiving, even amongst the higher-end hotel chains. "The Waterfall" was making every attempt to pull a five-star review out of him; and so far it was working. The soft leather couches looked excruciatingly inviting, but Matthew was slightly more interested in diving even further into the suite's mysteries. Climbing a slight set of four-stairs, Matthew opened the double doors that led to the master bedroom.

The bedroom was a further extension of the romantic notions that the rest of the hotel had already inspired. The centerpiece was an enormous king-sized bed, complete with silk sheets and a mountain of pillows. Hanging on either side of the headboard were two lit candelabras, their reflection shining from the mirror on the opposite side of the room. The furniture was made of oak and mahogany and of particular interest to Matthew was the old-fashion desk mounted near the wall to his right. It was the perfect spot to do his writing. They had no doubt planned for this. Finally, the sun shone through a large, decorative window, illuminating the entire space. The whole thing was truly majestic.

Walking towards the bed, Matthew opened his suitcase, which had already been brought into the room by the bellhop. The service here was fast and efficient and as he began drawing clothes from the suitcase, he took mental notes of these first few minutes. He had been almost overwhelmed by the sensory overload of being in a new country, in such a unique paradise, and he wanted to include all of these feelings in his review. This place deserved to be seen by outsiders.

Pausing for a moment, Matthew glanced out his window. He was expecting to see the wind racing through rainforest canopy, but instead he found himself facing one of the other buildings in the hotel complex. He was directly across from another room and the patrons' curtains hadn't been drawn. Matthew could tell that the room wasn't nearly as big as suite, but he was curious as to whether or not anyone was staying there. His glance quickly became a stare as someone came into view.

She was stunning. A brunette with hair that draped just over her shoulders, practically pointing to the perfect curvature of her stunning figure. She was wearing only a bath towel, obviously wet from a recent dip in the pool. Matthew longed to be the drips of water sliding down her light caramel skin. With her back still turned, the woman tossed her towel to the side, revealing a light-blue bikini; barely containing her voluptuous body. Matthew couldn't help but watch as a single hand reached up to untie the knot on the back of her top. He could feel his arousal growing inside the fabric of his tan, khaki shorts. She turned around, revealing a pair of gloriously round breasts. He was fixated now, this woman was everything that he had ever wanted and as his stare trailed from her pert nipples upwards, he quickly realized that she could see him now.

His head shot back down into his suitcase and quickly he began folding clothes and placing them into the mahogany dresser next to the bedroom door. Matthew hoped that she hadn't noticed his searing gaze. He wasn't a voyeur, not typically, but she had brought something new out of him.

 

[EroticLily]

Bowing her head slightly to gain better access to her golden brown nape, Evelyn marveled at the generous cleavage afforded by her bikini top. It was a wonder that such thin straps, precariously woven together in a single knot, could hold her voluptuous bosom in. Administering a firm tug to the longer string on her bikini top, she attempted to loosen the knot that held it to the other string. The stubborn knot didn’t unravel completely, so the bronze-skinned Brooklyn native had to reach back with both hands to release the swimsuit top’s strings. Drifting about the room a little as she worked the knot free, Evelyn finally completed her objective just as she turned her body toward the open window. Her blue bikini top peeled away from her full, firm breasts, exposing her pale pink nipples to the tropical breeze. She stretched her limbs, giggling from the tickling sensation of the bikini strings dangling against her taut abdomen.

In the midst of her stretching, Evelyn glanced across the way to the Jaguar building. There was a light in the master bedroom that hadn’t been on before. An instinctive gasp flew past her moist lips as she jumped toward the window and drew the curtains shut, her tits bouncing from the hasty movement. Stepping back from the window, she wondered just how much the suite’s inhabit had seen of her undressing. Maybe he or she had seen nothing at all. Folding her arms over her bare chest, temporarily pushing in her protruding buds, Evelyn hugged her breasts for the remainder of her walk to the master suite’s bathroom. There was nothing she could do about it now, even if someone had seen her taking her top off. She would just have to be more careful next time.

Tip-toeing across the white ceramic tiles in her bare feet, Evelyn entered the spacious bathroom, neglecting to push the door closed behind her. There were no windows here for her to worry about. Hooking her thumbs into the corners of her bikini bottoms, Evy admired the decadent layout of the room. The walls were a crisp shade of cream, reminding her of the frothy foam on a latte she’d ordered with breakfast. A luxurious glass shower stood in the corner of the room, adjoined to a spotless porcelain tub. Beautiful marble tile lined the walls of the shower and sprawled across the tub ledge, matching the cool covering on the floor. A fresh bouquet of white orchids in a sleek vase served as decoration for the vanity. Plush, laundered towels sat expectantly for her on the closed lid of the porcelain toilet. Just the bathroom in this suite was larger than her apartment back in the states. Evelyn smiled over the thought of how far she’d come, bringing her bathing suit bottoms down, bending over to step out of them.

Grasping the handle on the shower door, Evelyn let herself in. The door closed behind her with a soft thud as she twisted the nozzle to set the water temperature. She turned the “hot” nozzle nearly all the way, liking her showers to be hot, almost scorching. The young woman also had an affinity for steaming up glass showers, watching the condensation build and lazily drip down the smooth surface of the see-through panes. Nudging the lever to switch the emission of water to the showerhead, Evelyn tilted her head back, sighing as the first spray of hot water hit her skin. Allowing the sweltering water to run down the front of her nude figure, Evy lifted her hands to undo the braid in her hair. As beads of molten liquid pelted her breasts, stinging her perky nipples, the young woman bit her lip. She slid her hands over her body at an achingly slow rate, reveling in the fleeting contrast between her cool palms and the scorching water. She closed her eyes, imagining that her caresses were not of her own hands. A wicked grin graced her lips as her right hand wandered down between her thighs, her left cupping her firm breast, lightly plucking her engorged nipple. Lunch could be put off for a few minutes...

 

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Matthew's dark blue eyes glanced up from his suitcase again, hoping to get one last eyeful of the gorgeous woman in the next building. The curtains were shut and the sun blinded him for a moment; as if to scold him for his actions. A pang of disappointment rose from his heaving chest. He had seen her for only a brief moment, but the image had been burned into his memory and his mind was racing with possibilities. Matthew hadn't come to Costa Rica to pick up women, but this wasn't just any woman. Her delicious curves, the carefree swing of her hips, her soft golden skin; it had an almost intoxicating power over him. Writing was now his second priority.

After placing the rest of his clothes into an enormous mahogany dresser, Matthew laid out his notebook and fountain pens. Unlike most of his peers, he refused to draft his articles on a laptop. He loved the feeling of ink splaying out across paper. He descended onto the leather desk chair and slid himself beneath the arch. Stroking his broad, stubbly chin, fresh with a thick five 'o clock shadow, Matthew tried to put the woman out of his mind. His voyeurism reminded him of Jimmy Stewart in Rear Window; it could only lead to trouble.

But trouble made for a good adventure and that's exactly what he was in need of.

Standing and pacing over to the phone at his bed side, Matthew lifted the receiver and dialed zero for the central desk. Paulo answered, "Waterfall Services, this is Paulo speaking, how may I help you?"

Matthew responded pleasantly, with an even toned voice, "Hello Paulo, it's Mr. Foster from the Journeyman. There's a room in the building across from mine..."

Paulo interrupted hastily, almost panicked. "Are they disturbing you, sir? If they are disturbing you we can happily move them or find you a new suite. I'll find someone to make the arrangements..."

"No, no, no," Matthew interceded before Paulo's blood began to boil. It was growing obvious how much a good review meant to 'the Waterfall'. "There's a woman in the room across from mine. I barely saw her walk by the window," he stopped for a moment to collect his thoughts. "But I think I recognized her as an old friend from school and I was hoping to send her some room service. I don't know the room number, but I was hoping maybe you could help me out."

Paulo gave a gregarious laugh. "I apologize for my prejudgment, Mr. Foster. We are just so excited to have a journalist of your status in our midst. As for the room, I can't tell you the guests' name - that would be breaking our confidentiality agreement - but we would gladly arrange for room service to be sent to her door. If that is what you would like?"

"Absolutely, Paulo. Send her the three most expensive dishes from the restaurant and let her choose. Put it on my tab."

"Shall we tell her who the gift is from?" Paulo asked.

Matthew grinned to himself, "No, I want to surprise her later. Thanks Paulo."

"Absolutely, sir." Matthew placed the phone back on the receiver. In his experience, little white lies had always gotten things accomplished. And mystery was seductive. Whoever this woman was, she would become curious. It wouldn't take long for them to meet. He found himself wondering if she was as much of an exhibitionist as he was a voyeur and if this game of cat and mouse was partially her own doing. Returning to his notebook, Matthew began drafting the opening paragraph to his article.

 

[EroticLily]

Leaning her nude back against the impossibly cool tile inside the sweltering glass shower, Evelyn squeezed her full breast between her tan fingers, parting her luscious thighs for her other roaming hand. Unfortunately she didn’t know many single men her age in Costa Rica, so while staying in the foreign country, she’d fallen into the habit of slaking her lustful urges by taking care of them herself. Brushing up against her soft, wet folds with her fingertips, Evelyn bit her lip.

She ached for the gruff touch of a man, but she knew better than to cavort with strangers abroad. There were too many horror stories about young girls disappearing with charismatic men far away from home for her to take that risk. No matter how tempted she was.

Pushing her hips away from the smooth, marble wall, Evy dipped her fingers between her inner thighs, slowly spreading her cunt lips open. A soft moan escaped her throat as she toyed with herself, pressing her lips together then moving them apart again and again, just barely nudging her precious pearl; meanwhile, the hot spray of water continued to beat down from overhead, pricking the tops of her naked feet like hot grease popping from a skillet.

Evy’s clit was plump, eagerly beating with a dull throb as her fingers circled precariously around it. The bronzed babe’s hair hung heavily along the back of her neck, saturated with water, lazily curving down her shoulders. Her nipples ached with tautness. Her skin had begun to perspire under the grueling heat inside the steamy case. Using the tip of her middle finger, Evelyn grazed her almond-shaped clit. She shivered, curling her toes into the solid surface of the shower floor. Unleashing her bountiful breast, Evy pressed her swollen bundle of nerves, and let her other hand reside between her parted legs from behind.

Licking her pouting lips, the petite young woman glid her fingertip along her wet slit, simultaneously massaging her pink nub with increased firmness. She teased her tight opening, tediously easing her fingertip inside, moaning at the warm gooiness residing between her cozy walls.

Before she could sink her finger much further inside of her needy cunt, an abrupt call for “room service” echoed through the suite, creeping through the bathroom door she’d left ajar. Evelyn blushed, withdrawing her hands from between her slick legs, admonishing herself for not making use of the ‘do not disturb’ sign on the back of the suite door. “Uh...I-I’m coming,” she called back, quickly twisting the water nozzles closed, her efforts at playtime spoiled for the time being. Exhaling a shaky breath, Evelyn pulled her hair up and wrung it out on her way to the shower door. “Just a minute.” She moved as swiftly as she could without slipping on the polished floor, wrapping a thick robe around her wet body.

Making her way to the main room, Evy wondered if she’d heard correctly. She hadn’t ordered room service. She smiled nonetheless at the kind hotel worker who’d brought three covered trays on a rolling cart for her. “Room service for you, Ms. Sosa.” He grinned crookedly, bowing as he stepped back to the front door. “Oh, but I didn’t order anything,” Evelyn protested, not exactly wanting to admit that she simply couldn’t afford the extra luxury. Her brownish-green eyes drifted to the shiny dishes. Whatever was under them smelled fantastic, but certainly did not belong to her. “Maybe you delivered to the wrong room?”
“It was a gift from one of our guests, Ms. Sosa...intended for you.” Evy quirked her head to the side, intrigued. “Really? Who?” Her thoughts drifted back to the light in the window across the pool. “I’m not allowed to say.” The man said apologetically, with a secretive grin as he leaned over the trays to pull their lids up. “Enjoy. Please, call down when you’re finished with the trays.”

“Um...o-okay,” Evy scratched the back of her neck, thanking the man as he excused himself, leaving her alone in the suite once more. She stared down at the mouth-watering entrees before her, delicacies that she couldn’t possibly pay for out of her own pocket. Rice and beans, savory meats, colorful, fresh vegetables, a fluffy pile of fried plantains and more; the plates were practically overflowing with delicious food. Whoever had sent this to her, meant to make a definitive statement. The Brooklyn native wasn’t sure what that statement was, but she was never one to turn down free food. Smiling to herself over her little mystery gift, Evy grabbed a sliver of fried banana and sunk her teeth into it, savoring its hearty flavor.

 

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Matthew was one thousand words deep when his belly rumbled with an empty hunger. He was already having trouble focusing, the woman from across the way was sneaking into his mind - and in turn, his loins - with some frequency. He hoped that she had received her delectable meal and that her curiosity would peak. Mystery was his ally in this case. Matthew knew that he would need to do more - one act of random kindness wouldn't be enough for a woman like her. He'd have to woo her from afar, until she came to him.

Sliding his pen into the top drawer of the desk, Matthew changed into a light blue polo shirt that closely hugged his broad chest. Placing a pair of sun glasses over his eyes, he stepped out of his room and quickly moved towards the base of the Jaguar building. There were several restaurants at the resort, but it was only lunch and light fare was really all he needed to quench his hunger. The heat of the sun smacked him across the face once more as he approached the cafe, beads of sweat dripping down his forehead and collecting at the stop of his shirt, near the collar. So much for a fresh outfit.

The cafe itself was charming, set underneath a series of awnings. It was outdoors so that guests could enjoy the sights and sounds of the Costa Rican jungle, but the mosquito nets surrounding the awnings kept it clean and free of insects. Rainforest plants snaked around the pillars that kept the ceilings from falling and enormous fans created enough of a breeze to keep the temperature comfortable. Matthew took a seat and glanced at the menu. Almost immediately a waiter approached him to take a drink order.

"I'll have the banana margarita. Sounds refreshing. And go ahead and put me in for the chicken caeser salad." Matthew was a man who knew what he wanted: in food and in life. The waiter scurried away. Glancing across the pavement towards the pool, Matthew hoped to see the woman rising out of the pool's still water. There were plenty of attractive girls' in bikinis, but most of them were with their uptight husbands' or stodgy boyfriends'. And none of them could begin to compare to the girl in the window. Truthfully, Matthew was more interested in just how blue the sky was, just how green the trees were, and just how loud the chirps and songs of the birds' were. Despite the luxurious hotel at its core, the forest still seemed feral and dangerous - and deeply exciting. It felt on the verge of encompassing the man-made complex.

When his meal finally arrived, Matthew savored the smooth chill of his margarita and the spicy aftertaste of the perfectly cooked chicken. The cool breeze of the whirling fan washed over his bare arms and for a brief moment he was absolutely calm. Paradise was the fine line between pleasure and danger. This was paradise. Emptying his plate, Matthew dabbed a napkin at the corner of his lips and headed back to his room. His lunch had been truly delicious and time had passed faster than he had expected. The bright sun was beginning to crest behind the canopy. Dusk was about to arrive.

 

[EroticLily]

Three plates of the finest Costa Rican cuisine had proven just too much food for an individual to consume in one sitting, let alone a slender girl with a peckish appetite like Evelyn. After several generous spoonfuls of fluffy white rice and gravy-soaked beans, a stack of sweet and fried plantains, and a medium-well chunk of prime cut steak - there was still dessert to contend with. Ambitiously loosening the belt on her plush robe, though she knew she wouldn’t get much further, Evelyn curved a shiny spoon into the half melted ice cream and fresh fruit of her decadent dessert dish. Popping a ripe grape into her mouth, Evelyn closed her eyes and bit down, enjoying the cold, sweet burst of juice oozing to her palate. Someone was definitely trying to impress her, or feed her to death. She wasn’t quite sure which.

Pushing the platters away when she’d had her fill of treats, Evelyn sighed with contentment, a sluggish feeling taking hold of her body as she shuffled back to her bedroom. She only desired two things in the immediate moment; to recline in her lavish bed and indulge in a nice, long nap, and to learn the identity of the person who’d so generously sent her room service. Leaning back against a row of plump pillows, the hazel-eyed foreigner pursed her lips together, silently cursing the confidentiality clause standing in the way of her inquisitive pursuits. There had to be a loophole to figuring this mystery out. But what could she do apart from asking for a name or room number?

Her thoughts were growing lazy as a food coma threatened to pull her under. Sitting up to deter her lapse into unconsciousness, Evelyn turned toward her nightstand and pulled the hotel phone off its cradle, ringing the front desk. “Hi. Yes, I’d like to have some containers sent up for my lunch, please. Everything was delicious. I can’t possibly eat another bite. Thank you.” She couldn’t finish her lunch, and she hated to see anything go to waste, considering the impoverished community she’d come to work in. Pulling herself to her feet, Evelyn traipsed to the varnished armoire across from her bed, plucking a pair of black panties out and slipping them on. The soft material clung pleasantly between her thighs as she rummaged through the next drawer for a tank dress she could slip on for the time being.

A polite knock sounded at Evy’s suite door promptly after she’d flung her bath robe over the end of her bed, no longer in need of it for coverage. Adjusting the light-weight dress on her frame as she moved through the comfortable hotel room, the freckled beauty got an idea. “Your take-away boxes, Ms. Sosa.” A slender man in a staff jacket offered, giving her a courteous smile. “Thanks so much,” She said, accepting the environmentally-conscious containers, casually brushing her fingertips over the man’s. “Oh. I know you’re not allowed to tell me who sent the room service and everything...but can you please deliver a note for me?” The duty-bound man acquiesced and Evy grinned, trotting off to the writing desk by the window, setting the boxes down to jot a note onto a piece of hotel stationery.

“Dear kind person who sent lunch,

Room service was too much. It was very sweet of you.
Please let me know how I can thank you.
Your name, maybe?

Yours,
Evy”

Folding the note into a petite square, Evy passed it into the capable hands of the attending staff member. “Please make sure to deliver it.” She asked, batting her long lashes, making him promise. “Of course, Ms. Sosa. Right away.”

 

[EndHits]

The elevator creaked as it began to rise from the lobby-level of the Jaguar Building. A powerful blast of air-conditioning streaked across Matthew’s face, cooling his sweat-soaked skin. His stomach full, he was ready for an evening of carefree relaxation – he would dig into the intricacies of the resort tomorrow. With a light ‘beep’, the elevator doors opened and Matthew strolled out into the long, earth-toned hallway that led to his suite. Standing before the door was a dapper young man; the same young man who had originally delivered Matthew’s bags. “Is there something I can do for you?” he asked.

The bellhop gave a small bow, presenting an open hand. Inside was a small piece of paper, folded delicately into a diminutive square. “A message for you, sir.” His accent was a bit thicker than Paulo’s, but held the same formal quality.

Matthew reached out and grabbed the note from the bellhop’s outstretched palm. “Thank you so much,” he said with a smile. Sliding his fingertips into his right pocket, Matthew retrieved a twenty colón note and handed it directly to the young man. “I can’t tell you how much I appreciate your help today. Tell Paulo that the service has been flawless and that I think that you deserve a promotion, or at the very least, a raise.”

The bellhop beamed and quickly ran off down the hallway in excitement. Matthew opened the door to his suite and unfolded the loosely closed note.

Her name is Evy, he thought. A beautiful name for a beautiful woman. Flawless handwriting – it was one of the first things he noticed. She had taken the bait and for moment, Matthew felt a touch of pride. He had never been so bold and hadn’t expected his idea to work, but now, he knew he had to respond swiftly. Striding quickly into the master bedroom, Matthew placed the note on his desk and a fresh piece of paper from his notebook. Scrawling effortlessly, but with a flurried passion, he etched his own note:

“Dear Evy,

I’m glad you enjoyed your dinner. It was my pleasure, trust me.
I wouldn’t want to ruin the mystery quite yet, but I’ll make you a deal.
If you let me see you in your window tonight at 9pm, I’ll give you my name.

-An Admirer”

Darting out of the suite and back down the hallway, Matthew spotted the bellhop waiting for the elevator to arrive. Giving a shout, he approached with gaining speed. “My friend! My friend!” Breathless, he arrived before the young man and handed him the note. “This will be the last time I need you tonight, I promise. Can you deliver this to Ms. Evy? It’s incredibly important.”

The bellhop nodded confidently, “Absolutely, Mr. Foster.”

The elevator doors closed and Matthew took a deep breath. He had one hour to prepare.

 

[EroticLily]

Of course she was going to do it - grant her mysterious admirer his simple request to see her from her bedroom window by 9. It wasn’t as though the request had been for nudity or something more graphic, so she had little to be apprehensive of. Besides, she never minded people looking at her, especially when she knew they were doing it. It was quite flattering for her enigmatic suitor to make such a spectacle of seeing her, so once the bellhop left the suite, she bustled about, picking through her wardrobe for something that would accentuate her hourglass figure, even from across the pool. The brunette settled on an electric blue, strapless bandage dress that hugged her chest, waist and butt, and pulled her sandy brown curls up from her neck to show off her golden brown shoulders.

Evy had deduced with a fair amount of certainty that the admirer was in fact, a ‘he’ based on his sprawling handwriting, and the faint scent of cologne accompanying the note. What was his name? What did he look like? Why her? So many questions raced through her mind as she prepared for her rendezvous. Applying a shimmering gloss to her lips in front of her bathroom vanity, she smirked to herself. It was suddenly as if she was taking part in a live-action mystery; playing an innocent game of cat and mouse, negotiating for clues, arranging secret meetings.

If she had gotten a secret admirer at note back home in Brooklyn, she would’ve dismissed it as childish and perhaps creepy, but out here in the thick of the Costa Rican jungle, it was an enthralling call to an unexpected adventure. An intense curiosity had been sparked within her. She just had to explore further; she simply couldn’t resist.

The alarm on her cell phone beeped, alerting her when it was 1 minute to 9 pm. Evelyn’s brownish-green eyes darted to the drawn shade obscuring the window and her chest tightened beneath her snug dress as she stepped toward it, her fingers lightly trembling as they rested on the pull chord.

The bronze skinned girl’s desire for answers nudged her to grasp the chord tightly between her manicured fingertips and pull the shade up. Positioning herself in the dead center of the exposed window pane, she looked ahead toward the Jaguar suite, unintentionally tugging her bottom lip between her pearly whites.

 

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Matthew stepped out of the shower, slight drips falling from his long brown hair. The cool jets of water had been refreshing and rejuvenating, massaging the taut muscles of his angular back. Strutting across the marble tiles of his bathroom, Matthew reached for a fresh towel, tossing it through his hair. He only had a few minutes to prepare...if Evy decided to honor his request. Pressing the soft fabric across the rest of his body, he allowed the warm cloth to soak up the remnants of the shower. Matthew dropped the towel on the bathroom floor and returned to the master bedroom.

His thoughts had been racing since he had sent the last note. He had only had a slight glimpse of the woman, but she was so intriguing; as a journalist he had learned to analyze subjects' quickly. She was confident, maybe even a little arrogant, but lonely. By herself in a foreign country, Evy had probably come here to avoid something and left all she had known at home. Matthew was eager to unravel the mysteries, eager to have her fill in the blanks.

Sliding into a black, button-down, collared shirt and a pair of gray cargo shorts, Matthew took a glance at himself in the mirror. He was a bit rugged, well-suited to the tropical environment, but still handsome in his own way. At least, that's what he hoped Evy would think. His gaze darted to the small electronic clock on the nightstand next to his bed. In that moment, it turned from 8:59 to 9 o' clock. Matthew quickly dove into his notebook and scrawled in perfectly etched letter, "As you requested, my name is Matthew."

Taking a deep breath, Matthew opened the curtains, looking out across the gaping chasm between the two buildings. She was standing there in the window, a sapphire blue dress hugging all of her achingly delicious curves. Matthew had to concentrate to keep his loins from getting out of control. Evy was an angel with captivating eyes, an enticing body, sleek bronze skin, and long, luxurious hair. She was pinnacle of womanhood. Slowly, Matthew pressed the piece of paper against the window and gave her a charmingly nervous smile.

 

[EroticLily]

At exactly 1 minute past 9 pm, the curtains across the way flourished against the glass pane and every muscle in Evy’s tanned body grew taut with excitement. At any second now, she would know the face of her secret admirer, and perhaps even his name. She was almost tempted to yank her curtains shut at the last minute, her own nerves eating her up in the prolonged moments of tension, but she held fast. Satisfying her curiosity by learning the identity of the generous man across the complex, turned out to be a greater motivation than her fear.

When he finally drew back his curtain and stepped into view, Evy was speechless. He wasn’t dressed in any sort of fancy way, like she’d expected, considering the pricey gift he’d had delivered to her room earlier on, but he was genuinely handsome. His complexion was far more fair than hers, but he had the beginning hues of a tan, suggesting that he’d been out and about. His features were strong, especially his jaw, which she absolutely loved in a man. From what she could determine from her window, his physique was nothing to sneer at either. She smiled softly, noticing him admiring her body.

The man who couldn’t have been many years her senior, if any, pushed a sheet of paper against his window, causing her to narrow her eyes to make out its detail. “Matthew,” She mouthed to herself, just able to make out his hand-writing in the bright light cast behind him. Evy grinned, finally able to put one piece of the puzzle together - though it still remained to be seen why Matthew had gone through all this trouble to begin with.

Unsure of what to do next, the honey-hued girl abruptly vanished from view, quickly advancing to the living room where she’d left her notepad previously. Her heart beat rapidly behind her ribcage, the dress squeezing tight around her bosom as she moved. She wrote out a response and returned to her bedroom, pressing the paper against the window for Matthew to read:

What now, Matthew?

 

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Matthew was acutely aware of the slowing of his breath as he took in the angelic sight from the next building over. Evy was perfectly positioned in the light, practically the only thing he could see, soft shadows enhancing her already beautiful features. Staring into her eyes, Matthew gave a broad smile, pressing his other hand against the glass as if to indicate that he wished he could touch her.

For a moment, he stood and watched as she gracefully slipped off to the side. The moment seemed like forever. Matthew was nervous, even fearful, that she wouldn't return to his view. Now that he had taken more than a simple glance, he wished that he never had to turn away. But soon she returned, placing her own sheet of paper against the glass. "What now Matthew?" Her tight blue dress reflected the light from behind her, emphasizing her sensuous figure. Matthew's mind tingle with the possibilities, but the mystery was the sexiest thing about this woman. There was so much to know. So much to learn.

Tearing another few sheets of paper from his notebook, Matthew scrawled out a few more words, occasionally looking up to make sure that Evy was still there. He pressed the first against the glass: "I just wanted to tell you..."

The second: "...that I think you are the most beautiful..."

The third: "...most awe-inspiring..."

The fourth: "...most excrutiatingly sensual woman..."

The fifth: "...I have ever seen."

Between each slow press of paper onto glass, Matthew took a deep, almost tantric breath. Almost a prayer. He wanted this woman. Desperately. Truly. And he knew now that he had to have her.

 

[EroticLily]

Evy noticed the pained way in which Matthew’s fingers touched the glass of his bedroom window as they communicated through longing gazes and feverishly scribbled notes. The thought that a mere two panes of glass and odd number of yards separated them from one another created a tantalizing dissonance. He was still very much a stranger, but she wasn’t sure that he wanted him to remain as such. She wanted him to be able to touch her. She longed for Matthew, though she couldn’t explain it in any rational sense. It was physical, but also somehow more.

Waiting at the window for Matthew’s reply, Evy felt herself squirming with anticipation. Pressing her pedicured toes into the plush carpet of her bedroom suite, she giggled at the flickering, yet vigilant stare of the man across the complex. He kept looking up as if he was worried she would leave his sight again and never return. He seemed to be writing a lot, which made her crane her slender neck in attempt to peek, though it wasn’t possible from her vantage point.

She smiled softly, reading each sliver of paper as he pressed them against the window in succession. Her grin only grew with each word she read. Glancing down for a moment, Evy’s soft brown cheeks filled with color. She’d realized what Matthew was confessing to. Writing a quick note of her own, she held the notepad up to the window, cocking her head to the side, a knowing smile etched on her face.

“You saw me, earlier. Didn’t you?”

She didn’t have to wait for his reply to know this was true. A surge of adrenaline flooded her veins and her fingers went to work penning another short note. Pressing it to the window, her greenish-brown eyes radiating her playful desire, Evy offered Matthew a second look,

“Would you like to look at me now?”

 

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Matthew winced as a mischievous grin crossed Evy's plump lips and she pressed her latest response against the rapidly fogging window pane. "You saw me earlier, didn't you?" Blushing, Matthew's mind began racing with panic. He had blown it. She had come to the conclusion that he was some kind of a pervert, a peeping tom, a maniac. The color drained from his face in embarrassment as he pondered how he could possibly come back from this travesty. He knew more than ever that he belonged with this woman, but he was sure that she thought the exact opposite.

But when his gaze lifted from the floor, Matthew was surprised to see the same mischievous smile still plastered across her face. Evy was toying with him and she was enjoying it.

Soon, a second note appeared: "Would you like to look at me now?"

Matthew could feel his confidence stirring, as well as his loins. The corners' of his lips began to rise and his eyes lit up with a boyish curiosity. Evy felt so close and so far away at the same time, but he knew that her naked visage had inspired him to contact her, to speak with her across the gap between their rooms. He also knew how desperately he wished to see it once more.

His hand dashed across one final sheet of paper. "I would like that more than anything in the world."

Your move, Matthew thought to himself. The anticipation was crawling up his spine, his whole body alight with possibilities of the evening.

 

[EroticLily]

Awaiting Matthew's response to an invitation to watch her undress, Evy wondered what she was getting herself into. Although they were safely separated by a swimming pool and two panes of thick glass, she had still offered to let a complete stranger view her naked body. She would admit to being somewhat of an exhibitionist, but this was pushing the envelope.

Apart from sending a few racy photos of herself to an ex-boyfriend of hers back in freshman year of college, Evy hadn't taken her clothes off for someone without them being in the room with her before. She couldn't accurately determine what had compelled her to offer Matthew such a visual, but she'd made up her mind. She was going to show him something worth dreaming about.

Smiling when she saw the handsome man's written reply press against the window, Evelyn took a small step back and lifted her hand to grasp her hair clip. Squeezing the sides of the clip together, she let her sandy brown locks spill in soft waves around her shoulders, light layers gently framing her face. Goosebumps dotted along her arms as the tanned girl reached behind herself, taking hold of the zipper between her shoulders. Dragging the zipper down to the dip just above her ass, Evy released the metallic handle then slowly pushed the snug, bright blue dress from her frame.

Eyeing Matthew from across the complex, Evy peeled the top of her dress down, revealing her bare breasts for his appreciation; her dark pink nipples were already slightly erect.