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Lauren dropped her bag beside the barstool and ordered a G and T. She’d earned it. The trip to the Seychelles had been a success with a number of top hotel boutiques ordering the label’s latest collection. She’d been surprised she was asked to come — normally the company’s commercial director, Nicholas St. Croix, traveled alone — and, being in her mid-20s, she thought there were likely more qualified people than her available.
Nicholas himself was exactly what one pictured when thinking of a successful, senior salesperson. He was tall, 6’4, and with a deep but softly spoken voice. In his early 50s, he was in excellent physical shape and possessed of the calmly authoritative manner of an ex-army officer. Lauren could imagine him sending men into battle in a general’s uniform as easily as she could picture him in an impeccably tailored suit convincing a client in a restaurant.
She sipped her drink and checked her Blackberry, seeing that Nicholas had been delayed from joining her by the need to complete paperwork on their latest sale. With their flight not departing until the following day, they’d planned to celebrate with dinner and a bottle of wine. No matter. She replied asking him to come find her by the pool when ready.
Not realizing there would be an opportunity to avail of the hotel’s beautiful outdoor swimming facilities, Lauren had failed to pack a bathing suit. The resort’s target market was young, honeymooning couples, and consequently the selection available was more daring than she was accustomed to. She opted for a black two-piece and checked how it looked in the changing-room. The top covered her breasts only from the areola of her dark nipples down, while the bottom was low-slung around her hips and high-cut to reveal a portion of her firm behind. This really was more revealing than she would like! She considered changing her plans but then decided that nobody knew her here, and they must see a lot of lithe young brides around the pool area anyway.
Lauren wore her purchase to the pool area and was happy to find she would be alone. She climbed into the pool and started to languidly enjoy a few lengths on her back. The warm water on her body, coupled with the sun high overhead, soon had her in a state of stress-free relaxation. She heard a voice on the deck next to the pool but it took a moment to register it was trying to get her attention. She looked up to see a lifeguard signaling her. He was young, no more than 18 or 19 at most but that was the norm for hotel support staff at these resorts. He spoke with a soft Caribbean accent, and his caramel skin suggested some European blood somewhere in his ancestry. She guessed he was a little under six feet tall and although not by any means a big man, each of his muscles was perfectly defined across his arms, chest, abdomen and legs. She knew this because he was dressed in just a pair of loose fitting, red shorts, sandals and wrap-around sunglasses. Between his body and attire, he looked like a dancer from a music video.
“Excuse me ma’am. I’m sorry to interrupt your swim but I’m afraid I have to ensure that all guests in the pool area are wearing sun-screen.”
Lauren was puzzled by this. With her olive complexion she rarely needed to apply sun-block, even in sunnier climes like this.
“Well I’m afraid I don’t have any sun-screen. And besides, I really don’t think it’s necessary.”
He bent down to speak more easily with her, placing his hands upon his thighs as he did so. Osmanbey travesti Lauren noticed how the muscles on his chest and abdomen became even more taut.
“I really am sorry, ma’am, but I have to enforce the hotel rules. I have sun-screen you can use, and the pool’s sauna isn’t in use at the moment. You can apply it there if you just follow me.”
He smiled a cute, dimpled smile that emphasized his youth despite his grown-up body. Lauren softened, realizing that he probably had no control over the rules and would get in trouble if she was seen to argue with him. She climbed from the pool and followed him. As the sun hit her dripping body she realized that her swimsuit was clinging to her body even more tightly now. The cute lifeguard was getting quite a show!
The sauna was little more than a wooden cabin and looked like it hadn’t been in use for some time. There was a small window on the door that allowed some sun in, creating a soft orange glow as it reflected from the varnished wood. The lifeguard was holding the sun-screen is his left hand and Lauren motioned for him to pass it to her.
“Please ma’am, allow me to help you.”
She thought for a moment before smiling and nodding her agreement. She really didn’t need sun-block and so being seen to apply some was just a formality. But the boy was sweet, and by anyone’s standards very attractive. Lauren imagined there were probably quite a few girls his own age who would kill to be in this position.
“If you turn around please ma’am, I’ll start with your back.”
She did as he asked, thinking this could be a guilty little vacation thrill. The lifeguard applied some cream to his hands and then began to slowly rub her back. The coldness of the liquid made her jump slightly, but his strong hands applied pressure and rubbed it in deeply, rapidly warming her skin. She was surprised at how hands so powerful could have such soft palms. He massaged her shoulders before taking each arm in turn, his big hands easily able to envelope them as he slowly worked one of her arms from shoulder to wrist, and then the other. The sensation was blissful. Next he rubbed the back of her neck in circles, lingering there, before bringing his other hand around to massage her throat.
The lifeguard thought he heard a soft ‘mmm’ escape her lips but couldn’t be sure. He wouldn’t dare to believe that the beautiful foreign woman was enjoying this as much as he was. He wanted it to be true, and resolved to take as much from the experience of touching all of her perfect body as he possibly could, even if it was just to something to remember as he released the pressures of the working day in the shower later.
Lauren had her eyes closed now. She felt the lifeguard bend down to move his palms over her calves, starting at the ankles and motioning rhythmically as high as her knees on each leg in turn. Starting now at her thigh, one hand went around her body and the other between her legs. He slowly touched every area of her toned upper thigh and, as he approached the high bikini line, the side of his hand brushed momentarily against her sex.
This time the ‘oh!’ that passed her mouth was unmistakable.
The atmosphere in the small room changed, became more charged. He worked her other thigh faster, and when he reached her bikini line, he deliberately allowed the hand between her legs to push against her V as he moved it back and forth, eliciting slow deep breaths from Lauren as he did Ayrancı travesti so.
The Lifeguard stood and brought himself against her back. He reached his muscled arms around her to begin on her chest, noticing her erect nipples pushing against the fabric. He started with near her collarbone and moved downwards, finally feeling the soft firmness of the exposed portion of her breasts under his hands.
Lauren was as turned-on as she could remember. She knew her pussy would be wet now, and her arousal only increased when she felt the boy’s engorged cock press urgently into her back. His breath was on her neck as he moved his hands down to her stomach, making sure he brushed both her sensitive nipples through her swimsuit. Could he really make her orgasm just from his touch?
His hands came around to her lower back. He placed his palms against her with his fingers pointing downwards, then moved them sensually down under her bikini bottoms. He massaged her pert ass, allowing his lips to simultaneously brush off the side of her cheek. Keeping his deliberate, thoughtful pace, his right hand circled the waistband of her swimsuit before reaching the front. Two of his long fingers reached down, tracing the outline of her venus mound. His middle finger then ran the length of her slit, picking up the wetness of her sex as it moved from bottom to top. Finally, he began drawing circles around her clit.
Lauren moaned deeply, finally feeling the sensation she’d been longing for since the lifeguard had started, and felt her knees go weak. To support herself, she curled her arm around his neck, feeling his strong muscles take her weight easily. He continued circling her aroused clit before adjusting to a more vertical, faster motion. His other hand moved down her ass to her pussy, and just barely touched her opening with one finger from behind. He was driving her wild now as he increased the intensity, rubbing her clit harder and top few centimeters of his finger probing her moist vagina. She heard him whisper to her in his lilting Caribbean voice.
“You’re so beautiful. I want to see you cum for me. Let me see you cum.”
The words and sensations were too much, and she grabbed his shoulders with both arms she screamed an explosive orgasm. As she regained her breath, he planted a single, soft kiss on the nape of her neck. He whispered again.
“I’m sorry. I want to stay but I have to go. They’ll notice I’m not watching the pool.”
Lauren sat to watch his magnificent form as he left. How could someone so young bring her to orgasm so easily, no matter how gorgeous he is?
As soon as he left, the door opened again and Nicholas walked in, wearing only a towel wrapped around his waist, his broad, tanned chest naked.
Shit! Had he heard her? Oh God, had he seen her through the window?
“Lauren! I wasn’t expecting you to come here. The receptionist said nobody used the sauna in summer and they would have to turn it on especially for me.”
She knew her face was still flush from her climax moments before. Was her hair a mess? Was she sweating? She decided to brazen it out.
“Oh…hello Mr. St. Croix. The lifeguard was just helping me apply some sunscreen. Hotel policy apparently.”
He smiled politely.
“Very good. I’ve reserved us a table in the restaurant in half an hour. Shall I meet you there?”
Thirty minutes. She could compose herself in thirty minutes.
“Yes. See you there.”
Their dinner Cebeci travesti was a thoroughly professional affair. Talk of contracts and future prospects interspersed with small-talk and a shared bottle of wine. The restaurant was upmarket with a dress-code to match. Nicholas was once again in a suit that Lauren was sure nobody else could possibly wear as well, while she wore an elegant cocktail dress and heels.
They ate lightly and were finished inside of an hour. Ever the gentleman, Nicholas picked up the bill and called the elevator for her in the lobby. Once she was inside, he entered and pressed 42 for their floor.
“An excellent trip, Lauren.”
She smiled and nodded her agreement.
“You certainly seemed to enjoy yourself with that boy by the pool.”
Her heart missed a beat and she felt a dryness in her mouth.
“Oh don’t be concerned. I admire a woman who embraces her sexuality. In fact, if I’d known quite how slutty you could be, I would have done this much sooner.”
He moved towards her now, pressing her against the glass exterior of the lift as it rose above the resort. He couldn’t be thinking of doing this here? In the lift? What if someone got on before their floor?
He unzipped his suit pants and pulled out his already hard cock. Lauren’s eyes widened. She’d never seen one so large. It was long, thick and on such a tall man made him look immensely powerful. If he was really going to take her, she wondered if she could accommodate him in her slight frame.
He spoke again, and she had to raise her neck to see his face above her.
“Watching that boy pleasure you was the most erotic thing I’ve ever seen. I knew then I had to have you.”
He reached up her dress, and in one powerful motion tore her panties from her, discarding them to floor behind him. The dress was up around her waist now and he pulled her into his chest before lifting one of her legs up against him, exposing her tight quim. A thick finger probed her.
“Mmm…excellent. You’re still wet from the finger fucking the boy gave you.”
With that he thrust his enormous member into her, lifting her easily off the ground with his strength. Lauren felt like a rag-doll in his powerful arms, and before she could take stock of the situation she felt herself filled and stretched as his size touched places no man had ever reached before.
The elevator opened at their floor but St. Croix wasn’t to be deterred. He continued driving into her, and Lauren could feel her second climax of the day building. She’d never been fucked roughly before, and to be taken by such a man so powerful, so strong, so large, and so brazenly was unbelievably arousing. The size of his cock meant he was stimulating her clit as he pumped her, holding her by the ass with his strong hands.
“God, yes! It’s even better than I imagined, Lauren. I can’t believe you’ve been under my nose for so long. I should have taken your tight pussy for my own long ago.”
She started bucking her hips involuntarily to meet his thrusts, screaming now as her orgasm came closer and closer. His voice became a baritone shout.
“Fuck, yes!”
His cock filled her so completely that she felt every eruption from him hit deep inside her. He didn’t stop, but maintained his thrusts, the apex of each delivering another spurt .It what seemed to go on for minutes. The raw sexuality of it was enough to send Lauren over the edge, and she grabbed him by the face as her own orgasm exploded.
He kissed her passionately on the mouth, lowering her shaky feet and roughly palming her breast.
The composed themselves in a warm silence, exchanging a knowing smile as they went to their separate rooms. Both looked forward to the next sales trip with relish.
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