Lies on vacation, secrets at home (CLOSED FOR MOUTHWATERING!!!!!!) ;)

[LeftyT]

Chad Anderson sat back and enjoyed the incredible view of the ocean as he ate his light breakfast of fruit and cereal. He was relaxed and restless at the same time. In the back of his mind, he did feel a bit guilty. He knew he should be back home working, he should not have extended this business trip for 3 more days of leisure.

He was the youngest congressman in his district in decades. The veteran Congressman who had been in the district for nearly 30 years had passed away. Chad was quickly voted in, helped along with money from the national comittee and wealthy associates. He was relatively unknown nationally, and the media pundits said the next 2 years would determine if he was a rising star or a lightweight. He was in the Dominican Republic for a trade conference, a small group of representatives had toured some new manufacturing plants and some new resorts, with conferences regarding how to bring more American tourists to the island.

When a couple of his colleagues told Chad that they were extending the stay for a couple night for a "longer working vacation" He jumped at the chance. He asked his fiancee Christina to come down to join him, but she had a full schedule. He wondered why he secretly felt happy that she couldn't make it.

He watched the people in the resort's outdoor restaurant, most of them looked American or European, they seemed to have that excited air of being on vacation and deciding how they wanted to spend the day.
He was wearing shorts and a golf shirt, that was as casual as the congressman would allow himself to get. Unless he went to the beach. He realized he looked out of place, with the tourists in bathing suits and surf shorts, he needed to loosen up, he thought.

He heard some laughter, and looked over to it's source.
Two young women, early 20's he thought. One was short, blonde, voluptuous, it sounded like she was doing the laughing. The other was tall, thin, with dark hair. He glanced over and smiled at them, they both smiled back and went on with their conversation.

When he finished breakfast, he went to the spa, made an appointment for a massage later in the afternoon., and wondered what else there was to do in this place in the meantime.

 

[mouthwatering]

"Oh my God, what a geek."

Sara followed her best friends eyes to the guy in the golf shirt and bermudas sitting at a table by himself, and they both giggled. They wore skimpy bikinis and gleamed with sunscreen as they headed out to the beach. Sara shook her head and glanced back at the guy, seeing his eyes on them, and she gave him a smile.

"He's not that bad," she said. "It's not like we're home."

Home meant downtown, where hip was everything and black was the only color and a golf shirt was the opposite of cool. Here, everyone was a little more square and suburban. There weren't too many hipsters who could afford a place like this, and that was why she had come.

At home, they were strippers. Sara knew guys like this one from the club, and she knew they saw her as something to use and forget, but the hipsters who were cool with it were little better than gigolos, pissing away the money she made and talking about how things would be different once the band started to get traction. She had dated enough to know how that worked out, and in six months of being single, she had gone from wondering where her next meal was coming from to going on a vacation to this tropical paradise.

Here, though, nobody knew she was a stripper. Here, she was just a curvy blonde in a bikini. She could be a college girl, or spoiled rich girl, or a successful young woman taking a well deserved vacation. Just the kind of girl a guy in a golf shirt would be interested in. She grinned as they stepped out of the shaded dining room and onto the sand, and put her sunglasses on. As they walked along, looking for their spot, she glanced back, but the restaurant was too dark to see in.

"How about right here?" she said, pointing to a clear spot on the beach.

"Kind of close to the hotel, isn't it?" Kris said.

"So? Not as far to walk for a cocktail," Sara smiled.

Kris looked back and rolled her eyes. "Or a cock, huh?" she said. "Whatever."

"You should try one sometime," Sara said.

They teased each other and unrolled their blanket, stretching out under the hot sun, and then drifting into a pleasant silence.

"So what about that cocktail?" Kris said after a while. "I hope that wasn't just talk."

"OK, OK," Sara said, standing up and adjusting her bikini. "Margarita?"

Kris nodded, and Sara started back towards the restaurant, already a little lightheaded from the sun. She wondered if golf shirt was still there. There was something about him that was vaguely familiar, she thought. Or maybe he was just her type. She giggled softly, stepping into the cool shade of the restaurant and heading towards the bar.

 

[LeftyT]

Chad made an appointment for a massage and then went back to his room. He got his laptop and checked email, then checked some of the world heaadlines. Didn't want to get caught unaware on some caribbean resort of some world changing even happened.

He called Christina and left a message. She was a pediatrician, had her own practice in a lower-middle class area of town. She could be making a lot more money out in the suburbs, but money was not an issue. Christina came from a very wealthy family, in fact they were major contributors to Chad's campaign.
He sat on the edge of the bed and wondered to himself what was happening. Only a few months after being elected to congress, he felt bored and unsatisfied in his personal life. He loved her, sure, but is was a comfortable, convenient kind of love. Nothing excited him anymore.

He went back down to the restaurant, went up to the bar and ordered a drink. The British tourists sitting next to him tried to make some conversation, but they were a married couple in their 60's and they soon discovered there was nothing to talk about. He was polite, but made it apparent he didn't want to chat.

As he looked out onto the beach he noticed most of the people sunning themselves were close to the water, there were two people up very close to the bar. It was the girls he had seen earlier. The curvy little blonde one was heading this way. "hey bartender" he called "see this girl coming up here, buy her and her friend a drink, put it on my tab, ok?"

 

[mouthwatering]

Sara stopped when she stepped into the restaurant to let her eyes adjust to the shade, and then made her way towards the bar. It was mostly older people, which was nice because it meant no kids, and topless sunbathing. It also meant there were only a handful of people younger than her parents in the whole resort. Most of them were out on the water sailing or kayaking, and the rest were on the beach or in bed, so the impression she got in the restaurant was of a tropical nursing home.

"The gentleman would like to buy your drinks," the bartender said, a young surfer type who was looking at her with exactly the kind of detached appraisal that all her boyfriends had, asking himself if she was hot enough to be seen with. He gave her a grin when he made up his mind, "So what'll it be?"

I'll take the guy buying the drinks, she thought. The last thing she wanted was another vain stud who thought she made a good accessory and never looked past his own immediate desires.

"A couple of margaritas," she said, looking towards the gentleman. It was the golf shirt, and she smiled at him as the bartender turned away to mix the drinks. She wondered what his deal was, but she didn't think too hard about it. She was just here for a couple of days, an escape from reality.

"See that girl in the black bikini, the brunette," she said when the bartender brought the drinks over. She gave him her biggest eyes and pouted. "Would you be a sweetheart and take one of these to her?"

He sighed, but business was slow, and when she bit her lip, he grabbed the drink and headed out to where Kris was. Sara picked up hers and strolled over to the golf shirt.

"I just wanted to say thank you," she said, sipping her drink. She looked around the place and tilted her head, curiously. "So ... staying out of the sun? Or are you waiting for someone?"

 

[LeftyT]

When she thanked him and asked about the sun, he gave her a friendly smile. "As you can tell by looking at my skin tone, the sun and I are not the best of friends.". He looked up and down at her incredible body. "Some of us are sun people, some aren't. Plus, I have a spa appointment in about an hour, might seem a little creepy going into the massage pre-oiled."

He noticed that close up, she looked very young. Early 20's tops...college student on an early spring break perhaps?

He looked around to make sure no one could overhear. "I've been making small talk with retiree couples, figured If I was making small talk, might as well try for the most beautiful girls I've seen since I've been here. And no, not waiting for anyone"

"Hi, I'm Brad. Brad Davis"

Somewhere in the back of his mind a voice was asking him what the hell he thought he was doing.

 

[mouthwatering]

She wondered if anyone at the resort had ever worried about showing up for a massage with sunblock on before now, but she didn't say anything. It was sort of cute, definitely considerate, but very curious.

"You and the sun might not be best of friends, but I thought maybe you wanted to get acquainted," she said. "I mean, you wouldn't be the only person to go home with a tan you didn't have when you arrived. Maybe you wanted to try something different from what you get at home."

She blushed as she said it. It hadn't seemed quite so suggestive when she thought it, but she hadn't been able to keep a little of the breathy, sex-kitten voice that she had perfected at work out of it. She covered by sipping her margarita and looking over her shoulder. The bartender was making his way back across the sand and Kris was laying back, letting the sun bake her.

"Anyway, I'm... er ... Sara," she said. "Sara Miller. It's nice meeting you, Brad." It was strange giving her real name and not her stage name. She bit her lip, uncomfortable thinking that the line between who she really was and who she acted like at work was blurring.

 

[LeftyT]

They both blushed when she made the comment about trying something diffrent than he had at home. He was sure that she didn't mean anything by it, but he heard the innuendo.

He also noticed her trying to keep a straight face when at his comment about the massage. Talking to this girl made him feel very old and geeky. He was only 33 for god's sake. Maybe he should have kept talking to the married retirees.

"Nice to meet you Sara" he said with a smile. "you know, you were absolutely right about trying new things. I'm afraid I've forgot how to relax and have fun."

"I thought it would be fun, a couple extra days in paradise, and you know what I was just doing before I came down to the bar? Checking email. I need to relax and enjoy myself."

She smiled back, she looked like a sweet young girl, but there was an edge under there somewhere, a toughness perhaps?

"you and your friend look like you are enjoying yourselves. Maybe you can give me some tips and techniques on how to enjoy a vacation. I've been so concerned with my career and money that on a trip like this, I'm bored.

I have to go to my massage, if you are still on the beach when I'm done, is it ok if I join you? Ah, forget it, the last thing you want is a weird old guy bothering you....I'll go play golf or something"

Apparently he not only forgot how to have fun, he forgot how to flirt as well. It had been a while. Congressmen get caught with hookers or strippers, not some nice girl like this. What was he doing? This little curvy blonde was the cutest, hottest girl he had seen in a long time, that's what. Forget it Chad, he thought, she isn't the least bit interested.

 

[mouthwatering]

He was good, she thought, or he was confused. He obviously was interested in something, or why buy her a drink? And she had a pretty good idea what a thirty something guy would want with a younger blonde girl with big tits and a big ass. But he was giving her the helpless yuppie bit, trapped by the demands of modern life. So he wanted her to show him how to have fun? She smiled at him.

"You should definitely join me after the massage," she said, turning to glance towards Kris, laying out on the beach, talking to another slender girl. She gave a little shrug. "She's not going to be much help." Kris had seen enough of the worst sort of men, and while she still danced, she was only interested in other girls now. It was the only downside to the vacation, since Kris couldn't believe that Sara was still into men, and kept trying to coax Sara into batting for the other team.

"Before your massage, though, you know what you should do?" she said, with a mischievous little smile. She leaned close and whispered. "Shut off your phone, your tablet, your laptop, your whatever it is that you plug into. Shut them off and put them in the hotel safe. Let yourself of the leash for a couple of days. That's what vacations are supposed to be about, remember?"

"Maybe you can even teach me how to play golf," she added, as an afterthought. Why not? It wasn't like she had the opportunity to play in her regular life, and it would be nice to do something with her time away other than lay in the sun and get plastered.

 

[LeftyT]

"You know something? That is excellent advice." he smiled at the thought of getting away from technology. "I'd love to show you how to play golf too, I've never taught anyone before, but I can give you some basic pointers, take a look at your, um, form."

He thought for a moment then turned to her again "you know, I saw something in a brochure, they have some sort of a nature preserve here, they have hiking trails, a zip line, lots of things like that, I thought it sounded fun, but kind of weird going by myself, would you have any interest?"

He asked himself why he was so fascinated with this girl he just met. Sure, she was young, really cute and had a great body, but there was more. She had a young fresh faced enthusiastic way about her, but there was something discernable below the surface. A worldliness, a sense that she had done hard work in her life, that nothing was ever given to her, so different than most of the people he encountered on a daily basis.

Plus, there WAS that body. He had always liked the voluptuous girls, the girls who had curves in places where girls should have curves. He thought about what he had waiting for him back home. Christina was a fitness freak, a marathon runner, with the body to go with it. She had all the curves of a 12 year old boy. She was great for the campaign though, a fiancee who was a doctor working with underprivleged kids, a nice conservative woman looked like a politician's wife should. Of course, her family financed over 50% of his campaign fund last year, so that hung around his neck. Did he love her? He thought so, but if he really did, would he be standing here hoping that this hottie would spend some of her vacation with him?

 

[mouthwatering]

Sara shrugged, pretending to think it over, but not for long. It was the last day of her short vacation, and things had been wonderful, but there was definitely something missing. Maybe a fling was too much to expect from a three day stay in a resort, but a touch of romance would make this vacation perfect. Brad wasn't her usual type, it was true, and he was obviously a good bit older than she was, but what was the point of getting away from it all to do things the same way you do at home? He was cute, he was sweet and he was certainly interested. He might say he had forgotten how to have fun, but there was a confidence underneath that she could sense, and she knew if she let him, he would show her a very good time. If he wanted to go on a nature hike or whatever, she'd be there.

"Yeah," she said. "That sounds cool. Except..." She looked down at herself, her round curves almost bursting out of her skimpy bikini. She knew it was an invitation for him to do the same, but she had learned that few men even tried to resist the temptation that she offered. Let him take a good look, and see what he came up with. "I guess I should change. Shall I meet you back at your room after your massage?"

She bit her lip as she looked back up at him, hoping it hadn't come out too much like a proposition. She didn't want him coming to her and Kris's room, because the other girl had been running interference with every guy she met since they'd arrived. It was pretty clear that Kris was hoping for a touch of romance this trip as well, and Sara was hoping to avoid the inevitable moment when she'd have to turn the other girl down.

 

[LeftyT]

He saw her thinking over his offer. He wasn't sure what he would do if she said no, or if she said yes for that matter. He couldn't actually be hoping for some kind of fling or one night stand? Although he was leaving in two days and he would probably never see her again....

When she made the comment about changing, she looked down at her bikini, and he followed her gaze down that curvy sexy young body. He made sure not to ogle or leer, he just matter of factly looked at her exposed skin. "yeah, you might want to change, I hear there are a lot of mosquitoes and tropical bugs out there, and you've got some places exposed that you might not want to get bitten." He said with a shy smile, and she smiled back. He actually blushed, not at what he said but the images the were playing through his mind, of what she must look like out of the bikini...in his bed.....on top of him. "of course, if you didn't pack anything appropriate for a hike, we could find something else to do....(save yourself, don't make this sound like an innapropriate proposition, he thought).....there are some nice restaurants or maybe we could go on a dinner cruise or something like that.

"so I'm in room 360, come by in an hour and a half, I should be ready. You sure your friend won't mind I'm stealing you for a while?"

As he got ready to leave, he went to pay for the drinks and absent mindedly asked "So Sara...where are you from?"

When she answered he damn near choked on his Pina Colada.

 

[mouthwatering]

Everything seemed to be going well, until he asked her where she was from.

The nature hike had seemed like fun, kinda, and she had agreed because she figured it was something he was into. After all, how bad could it really be? But then she thought about the bugs and her skin started to crawl, just thinking about it. She was gritting her teeth and trying to decide if it was really worth it when he suggested a cruise instead.

"You know, I hear the view you get of the sunset on the dinner cruises are pretty spectacular. Kris ... well, she'll understand." She grinned, thinking it sounded perfect. Good company, good food, a few glasses of wine and beautiful views of the islands was more what she had in mind than sweating in a mosquito-infested jungle. "And I have this dress I haven't had a chance to wear yet." It was a sexy little dress that showed everything off without being too sleazy. It was too dressy for the clubs she and Kris had been hitting the past two nights, but it would be perfect for a romantic dinner.

Then he asked where she was from.

When she told him, he choked, coughing and nearly covering them both in pina colada.

"Are you ok?" she said. She could have kicked herself for telling the truth. She could have made up anything and bullshitted him all night long. But that was what she did when chatty guys wanted lapdances. She was trying to be just Sara for a couple of days, instead of Angel the stripper. "I hope that doesn't change anything. Look, can we just ... not talk about the real world?"

 

[LeftyT]

He was so embarrassed at his reaction to her telling him where she lived. When she made her comment about no more real life talk, it made it worse, it was obvious that he was trying to hide something, he thought.
He tried to laugh it off...."Absolutely, no more 'real life' talk, I was just surprised that you live so close to me, we live less than an hour's drive from each other. What are the odds?" He hoped she didn't suddenly recognize him.

He gracefully exited the situation, and told her he had to head upstairs to the spa. He wondered if that last remark might scare her away. Maybe she was hoping for a no strings attached fling with an older guy, never to see him again, the fact that they lived relatively close could complicate her behavior. She might change her mind. But then again, she could just want a companion for dinner, an excuse to dress up, have a nice meal and meet someone new.

His mind was racing during the massage. His massuese told him to RELAX, he was tense. "you are on vacation, why are you so preoccupied?" Asked the masseuse, with a grin, she was a strikingly beautiful woman in her own right, he didn't even notice her, his mind was on sexy little Sara. He was imagining her dressed up, dolled up, he wanted to give her an occasion to wear that nice dress she had mentioned, she probably looked incredible, out of his league.

The best massage he ever had, yet he could not wait for it to end....

 

[mouthwatering]

The dress hugged her figure beautifully, and had a low neck that made it pointless to wear a bra. Sara bent and leaned and twisted every way imaginable, and the dress held her breasts, so that was alright. It was a tropical floral print in blues and pinks that brought out her eyes and her complexion, and the skirt fluttered loose from her hips almost to the middle of her thighs, though the fabric was so light that any breeze out on the water might change that. She wore a black silk thong underneath and a pair of heels that made her legs pop in all the right ways.

Kris came in when she was touching up her make-up and scowled, but didn't say anything, and Sara slipped out before the other girl could come up with any drama to turn her away. She knew she was a little late as she walked to the elevator, but she knew it was worth it from the stares the men in the lobby gave her. Besides, he was supposed to be coming from a massage, so he wasn't going to be in any kind of a rush.

She knocked on the door and stepped back, biting her lip, nervously. The butterflies were a pleasant reminder that she was just a girl meeting a guy for a date. It didn't matter that he lived near her in real life. They'd managed not to see each other until now, there was no reason for that to change when they got home. She told herself that, at least.

 

[LeftyT]

He stood looking into his suitcase wondering what he should wear. He didn't want to look like he was dressed for an election debate, but he didn't want to look like he was going to a Jimmy Buffett concert either. He decided better to be overdressed than underdressed, besides she said something about wearing a nice dress, right?

He chose a dress shirt, no tie, unbuttoned one more button than he would for a business setting, and khaki pants, casual shoes with no socks. He looked in the mirror, he was meeting a young hot girl for a dinner cruise, and he was dressed like her father. Well, maybe a conservative older brother....

He was telling himself to play it cool. Not to be nervous, this was just a dinner with a fellow tourist that he had met. She seemed to like him well enough, she seemed amused by his un-hipness she accepted in invitation for dinner, he had that much going for him. Of course, maybe she just was being nice to a well to do business man in order to get a free dinner. So what, he couldn't blame her.

He heard a knock at the door. When he opened it, all pretense of playing it cool and not being nervous went out the window. Standing before him was one of the most stunningly beautiful women he had ever seen. It would have been tragic had she ended this vacation and not worn that dress. It showed off all her glorious curves without being slutty, her makeup made her look a little older than she looked on the beach that morning. They looked closer in age, actually. He stumbled for a greeting, he was literally speechless. So much for playing it cool.

"HI Sara! WOW, you look absolutely gorgeous!"

 

[mouthwatering]

She stepped inside and turned for him to get a good look, grinning at his reaction. He looked very ... nice. Normally, she'd never have thought that could be a good thing, but he was good looking and charming and he wasn't a bad boy. Something different, just like she had suggested that he need. She was finally going out with a guy her mother would approve of, and it was going to be a one night stand. She blushed. Maybe it would be a one night stand.

"Thank you," she said, turning to face him. "You look great, yourself."

Taking advantage of his stunned expression, she reached up and rested her wrists on his shoulders, letting her fingers softly caress the back of his neck. She blushed as she gave him a little smile, and then looked away.

"So, what time to we have to catch the boat?" she said, her voice a little breathy.

 

[LeftyT]

When she put her hands on his shoulders and started caressing his neck, she was telling him she was ok with physical contact and attention. Smart move, eliminate the awkward should I or shouldn't I debate later if things progressed.

It also meant he would be thinking totally on the two of them tonight, not anything at home or any moral dilemna. This could, if things worked out be a last one night fling before he got married, he was in a beautiful location with a gorgeous woman, don't overthink this, he told himself.

By putting her arms up and getting closer to him, she was also giving him a great view of her magnificent breasts, they were round, large and perfect.

He smiled at her, told her they had a few minutes before they had to head to the dock, put a hand on her hip, near the small of her back, and asked her if she wanted a drink. Then he looked her in the eyes and asked "Did I already tell you that you look beautiful? If I did, then let me tell you again."

 

[mouthwatering]

"I think you might have," she said, smiling up at him. "But it's not something I mind hearing again."

To be honest, beautiful wasn't a word she heard much. Hot, sexy, tasty, smokin', and the ever-popular fuck-able she heard all the time, but beautiful, not so much. She realized she was grinning up at him like a silly, lovestruck girl, and she turned away, letting her hands slide from his neck to his chest.

"I think a drink is a good idea," she said. A little distance so she could catch her breath, she thought, and something to rein this dizzy, giddy feeling in. She bit her lip, thinking that this feeling was exactly the thing she had wanted. She just hadn't expected it to be quite so sudden.

"After all, I want to be able to say you took advantage of me," she whispered. It was meant as a joke, but it came out sounding more like an invitation.

 

[LeftyT]

He just smirked at the taking advantage of her comment. He was not the type of man to do anything like that, but he didn't want to say it and sound too harmless wither.
He finally pulled his gaze away from her long enough to head over to the mini bar and ask what she wanted.

He made her a vodka tonic and poured himself some scotch. As he walked back over to her, she had her back to him and was staring out at the ocean. It allowed him a nice view too, of her butt and legs, which were prominently displayed in her short dress. He had a feeling that ass would be prominent no matter what she chose to wear.

He stood next to her, put his arm around her and asked if she was enjoying the view as much as he was.

"I don't know about you, Sara, but I can't wait to see what tonight has in store for us..."

 

[mouthwatering]

She took the glass and smiled to herself.

"it's beautiful,' she said, looking out the window, and then clinked her glass against his. "Cheers. Thank you."

He hadn't made it too strong, which was nice. It tasted better and it told her that - her bad jokes aside - he wasn't trying to get her drunk. It told her a lot about what kind of man he was, and when she looked back at him, she was smiling sweetly.

"I have a good feeling about tonight," she said. She took a deep breath and then let out a little laugh. "I've got butterflies," she said, and took another healthy sip of her drink. "I haven't felt like this since I went out on my first actual date."

One more sip and she set the glass down. "Thank you, Brad."

 

[LeftyT]

"No, thank YOU, Sara" he said, then continued "I wasn't sure what I expected when I asked you if you if you wanted to spend some time with me today, I guess worst case scenario it would be an awkward evening, but with a lovely girl, so it beats an evening alone. Best case scenario, I meet a new friend, but I guess a "date" is a possibility as well, one I wasn't really expecting. And yes, I'm a little nervous too.".
This was a time where they would normally make small talk, jobs, families, etc. She said no real life talk, so thankfully he didn't have to worry about hiding his lies.
They enjoyed their drink, talked about the resort, the islands, and she said she didn't want to go home tomorrow. Making it clear this was her last night of vacation. Letting him know perhaps that anything that happened tonight would be no strings attached and a one night stand? Probably for the best, he thought.

"So.....we should get going, don't want to miss the boat...". He said.

Although, he was thinking he'd rather stay here in his room with her all evening.

 

[mouthwatering]

From the look on his face, she could tell he wasn't sure about calling this a date, but she was pretty sure he'd change his mind if it meant the difference between getting laid or not. Not that it really mattered what they called it, she thought. Let him call it whatever he wanted.

They talked about the resort, the islands, keeping it light and superficial. She was curious, but she had been the one to say let's not talk about real life. Besides, there wasn't much chance that he'd want to take her to dinner and be all sweet and romantic when he found out she was a stripper. So she restrained herself.

When he said it was time to go, he seemed almost disappointed, and for a moment, she thought about saying screw the cruise, but it would be fun, and it was only a couple of hours. Then they had all night to do whatever else they wanted. She grinned at him and slipped her arm around his waist as they walked towards the docks.

 

[LeftyT]

As they walked to the dock, he noticed that the conversation became comfortable, even though they kept it light and revealed no personal details about themselves. It was a little like a first date conversation, but with some mystery, they both knew they were hiding things, not telling the whole story but neither of them questioned it. Why ruin a nice evening?

She was getting stares from all the men on the street. They probably were thinking the same thing he was, "what is she doing with him?" Oddly enough, this beauty seemed to have some physical interest in him, why question it?

It was a short walk to the dock, he took her hand, held it as they strolled along, she looked up and gave him a sweet smile when he did.

Just before they reached the dock he asked her "Sara, how do you handle it? Doesn't it bother you?" She gave him a puzzled look and he continued "We've walked 3 or 4 blocks and every single guy we passed has leered at you. Some flirt, some smile, some undress you with their eyes - or worse. A couple looked like they wanted to punch me just because i was holding your hand. How do you deal with that?"

 

[mouthwatering]

She looked over her shoulder, behind them, and saw the guys that he was talking about. She didn't break stride, but kept walking. They were walking out on the dock, the heavy wooden floor almost as solid underfoot as concrete, and the wind tugging at her skirt a little more than she had expected, so that the hand that wasn't holding his was busy straightening and she knew some of the men watching them were seeing the tops of her thighs, maybe getting a glimpse of the bottom of her ass or her thong in front.

She giggled, blushing a little, though more from his question than from accidentally exposing much less of herself than her bikini had revealed that afternoon. She had grown tits and ass in middle school, and it changed everything, but that had been seven years ago. The way men stared at her with lust, and the way women stared with envy and hate had become so normal that she hardly thought about it. And, of course, when she was working, the men who just stared weren't the ones you worried about. It was the ones who thought they were entitled to something.

"I don't know, Brad," she said, shrugging. She had finally gathered the extra material of her skirt into a bunch that she held, pulling it tight over her hips and ass, but stopping it from flipping up any more. "Most of the time, I just try to enjoy the attention and be careful of the creeps. I mean, when I'm with you, I don't really think about it. I know I'm safe with you." She gave him a shy smile, and stepped a little closer to him.

 

[LeftyT]

As they boarded the boat they looked around, everything looked first class, it would be a nice couple of hours, he thought. A waiter quickly come over and gave them each a glass of champagne. Chad proposed a toast "to vacations, and forgetting about the real world for a while." She smiled and they klinked their glasses. They walked around the ship, had some appetizers, chatted with each other and some other passengers.

They found a table for two off in a corner, with a nice view. Before they sat down, he pulled her close and gave her a soft kiss. It may have taken her by surprise, but she kissed him back, and did not let go too quickly.

"Thank you for joining me tonight, Sara, you are a wonderful companion."