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downstairs to a private room that had a massage chair and a hot tub. I turned it on. Pleasant bubbles came to life, heat emanating from the surface.
“Is that a massage table?” she asked, her tone questioning me.
“Yes, it is.”
“You have a massage table, and a hot tub on your private yacht. Where do you keep your helicopter?”
“I don’t own a helicopter.”
“I was kidding. Sort of. Do you give the massages here?”
“Would you like to book an appointment? I think I can fit you in,” I asked, lending her my wry smile. She shut up and dipped a finger into the water, letting out a moan.
This girl had better stop moaning…
I felt fucking giddy about seeing her strip down. It was like I was going skinny dipping and seeing my first pair of tits, that’s how excited I was. My cock stiffened. No use fighting it now. Instead, I stripped quickly to try to get into the tub before she noticed and I really scared her away.
After draping my jacket on the massage table, I began to unbutton my long-sleeved shirt. Her jaw dropped. Her arms sprang out in alarm. “Oh, you didn’t even warn me!”
“I’m guessing you’ve seen a man with his shirt off before.” I popped off the last button. She froze. When I slid the shirt off me, she waved her finger in a circle.
“Turn around, and don’t peek. Promise?”
I sighed.
“Hey, I didn’t hear you.”
“I promise,” I said. How old were we again?
I heard clothes rustling. In my mind’s eye, I watched her sliding her dress off. I wished it was my hands doing it, then I could get a handful of her luscious breasts. My tongue would go wild against her tits, claiming her as I pressed my throbbing cock onto her, getting closer to her juicy center.
When I dropped my pants, I heard her stop. I did as well.
I forgot to ask her if she was looking. Tia would have a direct view of my ass, and she was probably loving it. Or ready to burst out of the door in shock.
My cock strained against my black boxers. It felt like the thin fabric would snap at any moment. My horniness, my need to take her, couldn’t be contained. It felt too right. I almost wondered if she’d been sent as a plant by my father...everything just seemed to be going too well for me and Tia.
Sure, it might’ve been bumpy at first, but it was nothing that changed the fact that I knew this girl was something special. She wasn’t one that could easily slip my mind. This was the type of girl that would last a lifetime in a man’s memory. If I didn’t claim her, regret would haunt me for the rest of my life.
A splash called from behind me.
“Okay, I’m ready,” she said, her voice silky and divine.
I turned around to join her.
My arousal was evident.
----
Tia
I was so worried about Lucas seeing me that I hadn’t thought about seeing him. I got a spectacular view of his plump, yet muscular ass in those short cut black boxers. My heart fluttered and my blood boiled.
My naughty parts wanted attention. My pussy was slick. My bud was beating. It called out for Lucas. I was powerless to stop it.
I felt bad that I hadn’t looked away, but it didn’t stop me from gawking.
When I realized that I had stopped, and he would soon catch onto me, I made a dash for the hot tub. One leg over, I pushed off with a splash.
“Okay, I’m ready,” I called, and once again, since I wasn’t thinking correctly—that billionaire had me thinking only about getting laid—I forgot to turn away.
He caught me. I turned my cheek in shame, but the image was already tucked away in a secret naughty folder in my mind for later. Oh, I had liked what I saw. I noticed how wide and powerful his chest was. His abs were crunching as he lifted one beefy leg into the pool. But most of my attention was shamefully directed lower.
He was packing. At first, I thought he must have been wearing some really short boxers, but that couldn’t be the case. They fit fine. His cock filled it out, straining against it. He dropped in.
“Is that a massage table?” she asked, her tone questioning me.
“Yes, it is.”
“You have a massage table, and a hot tub on your private yacht. Where do you keep your helicopter?”
“I don’t own a helicopter.”
“I was kidding. Sort of. Do you give the massages here?”
“Would you like to book an appointment? I think I can fit you in,” I asked, lending her my wry smile. She shut up and dipped a finger into the water, letting out a moan.
This girl had better stop moaning…
I felt fucking giddy about seeing her strip down. It was like I was going skinny dipping and seeing my first pair of tits, that’s how excited I was. My cock stiffened. No use fighting it now. Instead, I stripped quickly to try to get into the tub before she noticed and I really scared her away.
After draping my jacket on the massage table, I began to unbutton my long-sleeved shirt. Her jaw dropped. Her arms sprang out in alarm. “Oh, you didn’t even warn me!”
“I’m guessing you’ve seen a man with his shirt off before.” I popped off the last button. She froze. When I slid the shirt off me, she waved her finger in a circle.
“Turn around, and don’t peek. Promise?”
I sighed.
“Hey, I didn’t hear you.”
“I promise,” I said. How old were we again?
I heard clothes rustling. In my mind’s eye, I watched her sliding her dress off. I wished it was my hands doing it, then I could get a handful of her luscious breasts. My tongue would go wild against her tits, claiming her as I pressed my throbbing cock onto her, getting closer to her juicy center.
When I dropped my pants, I heard her stop. I did as well.
I forgot to ask her if she was looking. Tia would have a direct view of my ass, and she was probably loving it. Or ready to burst out of the door in shock.
My cock strained against my black boxers. It felt like the thin fabric would snap at any moment. My horniness, my need to take her, couldn’t be contained. It felt too right. I almost wondered if she’d been sent as a plant by my father...everything just seemed to be going too well for me and Tia.
Sure, it might’ve been bumpy at first, but it was nothing that changed the fact that I knew this girl was something special. She wasn’t one that could easily slip my mind. This was the type of girl that would last a lifetime in a man’s memory. If I didn’t claim her, regret would haunt me for the rest of my life.
A splash called from behind me.
“Okay, I’m ready,” she said, her voice silky and divine.
I turned around to join her.
My arousal was evident.
----
Tia
I was so worried about Lucas seeing me that I hadn’t thought about seeing him. I got a spectacular view of his plump, yet muscular ass in those short cut black boxers. My heart fluttered and my blood boiled.
My naughty parts wanted attention. My pussy was slick. My bud was beating. It called out for Lucas. I was powerless to stop it.
I felt bad that I hadn’t looked away, but it didn’t stop me from gawking.
When I realized that I had stopped, and he would soon catch onto me, I made a dash for the hot tub. One leg over, I pushed off with a splash.
“Okay, I’m ready,” I called, and once again, since I wasn’t thinking correctly—that billionaire had me thinking only about getting laid—I forgot to turn away.
He caught me. I turned my cheek in shame, but the image was already tucked away in a secret naughty folder in my mind for later. Oh, I had liked what I saw. I noticed how wide and powerful his chest was. His abs were crunching as he lifted one beefy leg into the pool. But most of my attention was shamefully directed lower.
He was packing. At first, I thought he must have been wearing some really short boxers, but that couldn’t be the case. They fit fine. His cock filled it out, straining against it. He dropped in.
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