There’s no reason you can’t have a little fun when you’re travelling for work. On day one of my Miami trip, I headed out to the hotel’s beautiful spa deck. I’d upgraded myself from the business hotel my office had suggested—since I was having a birthday during the visit, I figured a little luxury was called for.
I’d heard there was a pool-party starting later on and I couldn’t wait to get my tan on. Excited to be in the hot sunshine, I immediately stripped off my metallic cover-up. The bikini I was wearing underneath was a sheer pink number—it showed off my taut body and was sexy as hell. I wanted to make an impression; travelling alone was no fun, so the odd holiday fling spiced things up.
I found a sleek lounger right by the water and lay down with a gentle sigh, taking in the high-end scenery. People-watching was an excellent pastime in Miami. People were out for a good time and were dressed to flash and seduce.
Everywhere I looked I saw toned, tanned flesh paired with sexy, pouty looks. I was getting steamy just ogling all the pretty things.
A tall waitress came over to a table near mine and I had to do a comical double-take. Her body was insane. The most hourglass of figures poured into a teeny outfit which defied gravity.
She was wearing a bikini that slashed a wide swathe through her huge cleavage. It was a wild, orange shade—not one that I would wear personally—though it looked incredible on her. Her blonde hair was curly and long, in a style that looked retro.
The waitress looked like an eighties-era Barbie or a pornstar serving drinks. As she got closer to me though, I noticed her face was fresh and remarkably wide-eyed. I liked how her beauty seemed on the natural side, without the tight over-made look I saw everywhere else.
She had multiple silver rings and wore leather and shell thongs on her right wrist, which suggested a kind of bohemian taste. I wondered if she was alternative in other ways too. I was mesmerised by her and wanted to know more.
She was wearing a button that said, “Vanessa”. It barely fit on the teeny scrap of orange lycra above her right boob. I wanted to touch it. To see if her body heat had warmed up the little metal disk that bore her name.
It looked like if she bent over, she would fall right out of the bikini top. I really wanted to see how that might look. Maybe even catch her in slow motion…
I imagined the pornographic situation and let my horny thoughts play with each other. I envisioned how her pink nipples would escape first and then the rest of her glory would fall out in turn and she might tumble her indecency into me.
Her bare big boobs would rub against the front of my body and I would be ridiculously turned on—too hot to resist more of her skin and curves. I’d delicately cup her breasts, ostensibly to provide her with some modesty, but also because, god-damn, they were works of art.
I tried to hold back how much I looked at her while my mind fantasised away. She must get so many people leering at her. I wondered if a woman ogling would be less bothersome to her than guys would?
I didn’t get her attention or order a drink right away. I wanted to watch her for a while first. There were other waitstaff in that same orange uniform bikini but none with her proportions or panache.
Vanessa walked with absolute confidence, even on four-inch vinyl heels. She was moving swiftly but kept her cool. I was particularly curious to see how she handled customers at the various tables. The place was busy enough so I could observe her without being too obvious.
Vanessa was constantly on the move, hustling from group to group. She definitely was cooler with the men, adjusting her posture so that they didn’t get an eyeful. Careful to not stand too close or accidentally bump into them. Every inch a professional. She also didn’t linger at all with the guys.
I watched her approach a group of rowdy women. They were celebrating some hen party—at the centre was a girl wearing a veil and not much else. She was tipsy enough that the rest of the group were trying to get her sitting down even as she kept wobbling up and teetering on her stilettos. Vanessa took charge though and got the hen to take a seat using some well-judged flattery and bringing her an ice-cream sundae oozing with red-cherry syrup.
These women got some banter from the waitress, and some casual shoulder touching too. She definitely seemed keener to spend time with the fairer sex. I was heartened. Maybe my gaydar was on track. Alt/boho and hot for me?
Finally, I waved her over. She caught my eye, and as she came closer, my breath hitched. She had the most incredible aquamarine eyes. They were so big, she looked a little Bambi-esque. Especially with the high heels that made her legs look stilt-long. Aiii…
“Hey Vanessa,” I tried to sound nonchalant. “What’s good here?”
She leaned over to the menu I was holding. Her silver rings caught the sunshine. “This is my favourite,” she said, pointing at the Wet and Stormy cocktail. “I like the weather as well as the drink.” Her tone was light and humorous.
“Wet and stormy,” I mulled, stretching the words out so they sounded a little indecent.
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Vanessa smirked at me and nodded.
“I’ll have to try it as it’s your favourite. I trust you have good taste,” I said and smiled at her with mischief. She was such a treat for the eyes, golden and nubile. I hoped she was wild too.
“So you know, the seafood is excellent too,” Vanessa said breathily, flipping over the menu. As she leant a little closer, her nipple grazed my shoulder and the bolt it sent through me was electric. Fuck, she was so sexy. I shivered and lightly arched my own back in response.
She looked at me with a hint of a smile. Her blonde hair tumbled down onto my skin and she tucked a lock of it behind her ear. She wet her lips as she stared at me, expectant for my order maybe.
Oh—the combination of her buxom body and those wide, innocent eyes made me want to grab her and lick her face. She was like devilishly rich triple-chocolate brûlée. Sublime and so naughty at the same time.
I didn’t catch a thing she said as carried on speaking, explaining other menu options. But I smelled her lemon fragrance and caught the faint motion of her warm breath. I gazed at the orange fabric that clung to her nipples, their full shape visible underneath, teasing and tempting to my mouth.
I could imagine my tongue on her. The weight of her beautiful breasts—they would give me such a thrill to stroke. To nuzzle into, to caress as I ached for more of her.
Vanessa was summer heat in a sultry bottle—all that I wanted from my trip in Miami. Time with her would be the best birthday present I could have. I wanted to give myself a ride, a thrill trip, breathy flirtation and more…
“How long have you worked here?” I was curious about her. She seemed so youthful, too fresh and juicy for Miami, where image and artifice ruled.
“Nearly a month,” she replied. “But I’m a quick learner.” She smiled at me, a look that was genuinely warm. Was she flirting? I let myself unfurl a little and be bolder than I might otherwise.
“I’m here for work,” I said. “I wish I was a quick learner! It’s my birthday on Friday and I’d like to take the day off.”
“You have a lot of work to do this week?”
“Well,” I backpedalled. “I still make time to meet new people.” I looked at her and let the gaze linger. She might have raised her eyebrow in return at me, but it was subtle if so.
“You must think I’m boring, here for business,” I said oh-so-casually.
“No way, I love a woman boss. I think it’s sexy,” She winked at me.
I grinned at her. We were cooking with gas now. I lay a hand on her shoulder and whispered, “I find you sexy.”
Vanessa fanned herself theatrically with the menu before she spoke, making me wait. She leaned into my space, relaxing more closely onto my lounger. Her boobs heaved a little as she made her large fanning motions. They were mesmerising.
“I’m sexy?” She stuck her tongue out prettily at me. “Must be the uniform.”
“You do look amazing in this uniform though. Is it comfortable?” My tone was teasing and I let my hand touch her shoulder strap, my fingers hungry for more.
“It shrinks in the water,” she laughed, snapping the orange strap so that our hands touched for a lingering moment.
“No better reason to skinny-dip” I parried back. “I hear there’s a great spot for that upcoast…” I let my eye-contact linger. “Maybe I’ll go there Friday…”
Vanessa looked at me dead in the eyes. “Friday is my day off,” she said, before whipping around and heading back to the bar. She sashayed off with just one last look back at me.
I watched her butt wiggle away. The orange thong showed her round ass to perfection. I wanted that booty against mine.
I fantasised about Friday. Would we have an adventure? I wanted to see her again for sure, one on one this time.
Before I left the hotel pool that day I made a point to invite her to the private skinny-dipping cove again. I passed her my number along with a generous tip—I was hopeful she’d come.
There hadn’t been any hesitation in how she had agreed to join me. In fact, remembering her warmth was a delicious memory—there had been a real spark between us, a heat that was undeniable.
I was glad to be proved right when Vanessa texted me flirtatiously the next day and we fixed a time and place to meet on Friday.
On the day, I was buzzing with excitement as I waited in the lobby. I remembered her big blonde hair and her pretty eyes. I was thrilled to be meeting her again so we could head to the privacy of that secret cove.
Vanessa arrived in a flurry, all curls and big eyes. She took my hand, hustling me into a waiting car.
The nudist spot was a fair distance away. In the car, I tried not to stare at her legs as we chatted about Miami. She was wearing a denim coverup that cut high on her smooth thighs.
Vanessa had been wearing such a crazy bikini that first day, I’d only focused on her tits and ass. But her long, lean legs were things of beauty too; she had lotioned them up with some shimmery cream and they looked delicious.
I was excited and heady to be close to Vanessa finally. We giggled lightly and grabbed hands as we got closer to the ocean. I tried to sit nearer to her, to touch that shiny skin of hers; I wanted to absorb her sexiness.
When we got to the quiet bay, I was glad to see it was as isolated and remote a spot as I was hoping. We rushed over, dropped our bags and waded into thigh-height in the water, still clothed, splashing and spluttering.
“Hey, let’s get these off,” I said after a while. I led us halfway back to the sand and pulled off my thin cotton dress. Vanessa followed and her blue denim fluttered down too.
Today’s swimsuit was much less outré than the orange slitted one Vanessa had worn at the pool bar. This one was high-waisted and fitted her like a glove without being too showy. She had tiny little vine hairclips in too. Her outfit had a Grecian Goddess look to it.
The sprays of water made her skin shine even more. The droplets on her neck caught my eye; I wanted to lick them off. The shimmer on her body made her look regal and worthy of worship.
The bikini she was wearing was skin-toned so it almost seemed like she was nude or a statue. She held her stillness and we looked at each other quietly, with intent. It was almost as if she were waiting for me to make the first proper move.
I took a step in her direction. I couldn’t wait to peel that latex-like material off her heaving breasts. I thought it might stick and cling, almost as if loathe to leave the sexiness of what lay underneath.
I held back from reaching and touching just yet, trying to see if I could stretch out the tease, the tantalising allure of what it might be like to actually hold her.
I wanted desperately to touch her hot skin. That tiny strip between the nude material above and below. Her belly button looked like a homing beacon to me.
I got closer to her. I licked my lips and my voice came out hoarsely. “Skinny dip?” I asked, splashing her lightly, trying to take back control.
I was wearing a one-shouldered piece—a sequinned flamingo pattern. I lifted the beak strap and let it fall to the side.
Vanessa didn’t hesitate at all. She stepped into me, peeled off her top completely and her spectacular breasts seemed to expand my horizon.
I did the same top-peeling with less impact. Though when we finally nuzzled close enough to touch each other’s skin, our breasts ended up nestled in perfectly.
Her skin was so smooth, it slid over mine with no effort at all. The gliding of her nipple over mine sends electric shocks to my crotch. It made me woozy and weightless.
I tightened my arms around her waist and pulled her in for our first kiss. She tasted of citrus and something green and herby. I licked at her lips and delighted in the softness of them. They were perfectly formed and delicious to nip at.
We kissed in the water for a while, slowly and then with increasing desire. My hands fell lower and I grabbed her ass. I couldn’t help but squeeze it with both hands.
“Your body is insanely good,” I said to her. She smirked at me and guided my hands up to her bare boobs. They were just perfect. Tipped with pink—full and creamy beneath.
“Play with them,” she instructed.
I leant my mouth down and kissed her darkening nipples while my hands roamed, trying to get purchase. There was too much to hold easily, reams of round, silky flesh. I leaned back after a minute just so I could admire the heft and perfect shape of her tits from a different angle.
Vanessa preened a little as I stared at her body. She undid one side of her bottoms as I raked my eyes over her luscious curves. Slowly fingering the threads that tied her bikini together, she wriggled her ass, flirtatiously.
I watched her movements and I copied, ironically twirling the ties of my bikini bottoms too. We laughed at each other and then both undid the final strings, letting the little scraps of material fall.
Naked in the surf now, we were splashing and touching. We pushed and pulled at each other in the water, playfully. My energy was puppy-like, adoring her. I tried to tickle her and make her giggle more. Every time she laughed I was more turned on.
She was all light and energy, drawing me to her like a drunk moth. Though the actual sun had disappeared behind clouds, the beach still gave me warm and golden vibes to me.
I wanted so desperately to have Vanessa’s body under mine. I pulled her back to the shore, lay her down and reverently kissed up those long legs of hers. The length of them was unbelievable. And then I nuzzled up to the slit between her legs. Light rain began to spatter on me out of nowhere and I ignored it.
Vanessa smelled so welcoming. Like summer itself. I kissed her on her clit gently. My hands were still roaming all over her nakedness—wet from the seawater and now the raindrops too.
I pulled her core closer to my face. I wanted to taste all of her angelic goodness. Her turquoise eyes were alternately gazing at me and then rolling lightly back as I made her orgasmic. I licked and sucked using the lightest of motions. Vanessa began to mew as the summer rain continued to fall on us, getting more steady, beating its own rhythm in time to mine.
I didn’t stop. I let the warm water from the sky mingle with my kisses. Her juices were all over us too. I was heady and raw from being this way with her. My own orgasm wasn’t far away. I felt awesomely powerful taking her to ecstasy. As if to echo my own sense of importance, some thunder and lightning distantly crackled.
I intensified my focus on Vanessa even though my own hand had snuck down to my slit too. Our bodies were so wet, so enmeshed in this wild weather and this seascape, it was inevitable that we’d orgasm together.
I let myself draw to the edge of sanity, wanting to fall into the void that was sexual nirvana. I groaned involuntarily and Vanessa’s bucking intensified as I squeezed on her ass.
I wanted to have my grip firm on her as she lost control. I needed her to sense the stormy connection coursing through us.
Finally, she squealed and shuddered and I let go of control at the same time. Fell into the orgasmic abyss where my whole body tingled with fiery warmth despite the weather.
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I love it with two women getting intimate with each other.
Such a hot turn on
The climax could have been a lot more descriptive. More than one sentence
Very good read ♥️
H.Y
Very erotic story