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Authors: Kate Eden
Girls' Getaway: Miami (Find Your Fantasy)
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Party With Both Handsome Strangers
Find Your Fantasy, Vol. 1
Girls' Getaway: Miami
BY KATE EDEN
This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are either the product of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, places, or events is coincidental.
Find Your Fantasy, Vol. 1
Girls’ Getaway: Miami
Copyright 2013 by Kate Eden
ISBN: 978-0-9892684-3-1
All rights reserved. This book or any parts thereof may not be reproduced in any form without permission. The scanning, uploading, and distribution of this book via the Internet or any other means without the permission of the publisher is illegal and punishable by law. Please respect this author's hard work and purchase only authorized electronic or print editions.
A Letter to Readers
Dear Reader,
What you are about to read is a work of fantasy. You get to call the shots. A good time and your safety are always guaranteed. To maintain the illusion, I have purposefully left out mentions of condoms and other safe sex practices from the story. It's okay to be reckless in your fantasies, but it's never okay to play fast and loose with your health or safety in real life. The Find Your Fantasy series is all about women taking charge of their pleasure, and in that same spirit you should also take charge of your well being in real life. I encourage every woman to take responsibility for herself and practice safe sex.
But for now, sit back, relax, and enjoy the fantasy.
Best wishes,
Kate Eden
Instructions
Each story begins with the same scene, but as you read you'll be given a series of choices. Depending on your selection, the story will go off in a new erotic direction. To choose a path, simply click on the link embedded in each choice. If at any time you want to alter your choice, simply go to the Table of Contents and choose a different path.
Happy reading!
The Arrival
Your girlfriend kidnaps you from work. A surprise for your birthday. She doesn’t tell you where you are going. She just shows up with a packed bag. She’s set everything up with your work and taken care of every detail. She tells you to sit back, relax and prepare to have the weekend of your life.
The plane lands hours later in Miami. You’ve never been there before but you always have wanted to visit. Another item on your list that got pushed down in priority.
She rents a convertible at the airport, and you drive to South Beach with the top down. Your friend flips on the radio and hot salsa music floods out of the speakers. The music and the heat of the sun on your face make you feel more alive than you have in months. The wind itself smells of freedom.
A few moments later you pull into a posh hotel across the street from a white sandy beach filled with almost-naked bodies glistening in the sun. She tells you the beach will be your first stop after you check in. You tell her you’re going to need a stiff drink first. She smiles, “That’s already been arranged.”
Sure enough, there’s champagne waiting for you in the hotel room. You sip the bubbly liquid while you stare out the window at the vast expanse of blue ocean laid out below.
“Time to change,” she says, “your bag’s in your room.”
The room itself is spacious and filled with luxurious fabrics. Suddenly giddy, you have an urge to take off all your clothes and roll around on the silken sheets. Instead, you open the suitcase and find that your friend not only packed for you, she also bought you a whole new vacation wardrobe. Flirty dresses and impossibly short skirts, a few tank tops, high heeled sandals, and a bikini that no woman your age should wear.
Your first reaction is an urge to close the suitcase, walk out the door, and go back to your safe life. To your comfortable life. Your boring job. Your responsibilities. Plus your man wouldn’t approve of you wearing that little red bikini in public.
A quiet voice in your heads whispers scandalous suggestions.
He’s not here. He’ll never find out. Live a little!
If you decide to ignore the voice,
click here
.
If you decide to listen to your inner vixen,
click here
.
You have reached this page becase you turned the page instead of using the link to choose your own fantasy.
Please go back and choose your path.
Ignore The Voice
What in the world has come over you? Five minutes in Miami and the heat is already affecting your brain. You grab a pair of shorts and the least revealing top from the bag and put them on. Before you go anywhere, you’re hitting the hotel gift shop for a sensible swimsuit.
You have a polite weekend with your best friend. You hit the spa and shop. You drink a little too much rum, but you definitely do not do anything scandalous. You return home with a sunburn and a few souvenirs. But you’ll always wonder what would have happened that one weekend in Miami if you’d let yourself go for once.
You have reached this page becase you turned the page instead of using the link to choose your own fantasy.
Please go back and choose your path.
The Vixen Takes Over
You decide no one ever has to find out what you do this weekend. The possibilities are delicious.
You put on the bikini and take a few extra moments to admire yourself in the mirror. The years show on your skin. Your once-perky parts now sway with gravity. But your vixen encourages you to appreciate the positives. Like how the slim arcs of youth have blossomed into dangerous curves. You notice an extra sparkle in your gaze and a healthy flush to your cheeks, as well. Getting out of your normal routine seems to already agree with you.
Somewhere in the suite, your friend has found a stereo and spicy music pulses through the air. You give your hips an experimental shake. A deep laugh escapes your throat. The seductress that you’ve kept hidden for so many years winks at you from the mirror.
You promise yourself that for just this weekend, you’ll let her call the shots.
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The beach is hotter than anything you imagined. But you find you don’t mind it because for too long everything has been cold and clean, sanitized and safe. But this stretch of sand is hot and dirty and you love the quickening of excitement in your belly. You love the sweat collecting under your breasts and on the back of your neck and in the cleft where your thighs meet your sex. The air smells of coconut oil and salt and hot, slick skin. It smells like sex.
Your girlfriend struts ahead of you in the sand. She’s wearing an identical bikini to yours but in black. For the first time since you’ve known her, you realize that she’s got a very nice figure that she’s kept hidden, too. Combined with this surprise trip, the whole thing makes you wonder what other secrets she’s keeping.
But for the meantime, you focus on trying not to gape at the muscular chests and tiny trunks the young men are wearing. A few of those swimsuits contain obvious erections and for some reason you find yourself trying to imagine the exact shapes of their cocks. This thought shocks you, but the seductress just laughs at you. She’s in charge right now, remember?
Your friend finds two chairs beneath a large red umbrella. It’s close enough to the waterline that you have an unobstructed view of the people frolicking in the surf. There’s even a waiter assigned to meeting your every need. He immediately returns bearing two large glasses with paper umbrellas. The fruity concoction inside is sweet, cold, and delicious.
“I think I could get used to this,” you say, taking a sip.
She shoots you a Mona Lisa smile. “Just you wait.”
Before you can question her, two tall, tanned men approach. You estimate they’re at least a decade younger than you. You don’t care. They’re beautiful with their muscles and their olive skin and their slim hips that were made for thrusting.
It’s been so long since a man flirted with you that you’re nervous. But you let your friend take the lead and soon you find it’s a lot easier to fall into the rhythm of seduction than you remembered. Besides, what’s the harm in a little flirtation? It’s not the same as cheating, right?
The one who sits at the foot of your lounge chair has broad shoulders and a trail of dark hair that disappears beneath the waistband of his swim briefs. Your pale skin looks like milk next to his coffee. The contrast turns you on, as does the heat of his calloused palm when he touches your ankle. You imagine what it would feel like to have those rough hands grab your ass. He smiles like he can read your mind.
You realize that if you’re not careful, the seductress is going to get you in trouble. You awkwardly tell him you’re attached so he won’t get the wrong idea. He leans forward. He smells like dark nights and the spice of sex. “I won’t tell anyone,” he whispers.
He licks his lips like he can’t wait to taste you.
Your pussy quickens. You know if he kisses you right there in front of god and everyone you will absolutely come.
You're thrilled. You’re terrified. You’re horny as hell.
Your friend elbows you and you’re not sure whether you’re relieved by the interruption—or annoyed.
She tells you that the fine young man at her feet has invited the two of you to a party they’re having later that night. You look at your admirer and the promise twinkling in his eyes tells you without a doubt that if you go to this party you will let him fuck you.
Before you can decide whether this thought terrifies or excites you, he picks up your hand, kisses your knuckles and tells you he hopes you come. He emphasizes the last word with a sparkle in his eyes that promises you will.
When he stands you see the proud erection straining against his suit. The sight makes your mouth water.
With a last, lingering glance he turns to leave with his friend. You watch his tight ass as he walks away and wonder how many other women he will flirt with on his way down the beach. The thought doesn't make you jealous. He’s not yours. You’re not his. This thought is freeing. The promise of anonymous sex without any strings excites you even more.
The waiter brings another drink and you settle back into the chair. The last thought you have before you close your eyes is that your girlfriend is a genius.
#
By the time you make it back to your suite, sand and sweat coat every inch of your skin. You had enough drinks to make your joints loose and your hips sway when you walk, but not enough that you’ve lost coordination. You’ve never felt more relaxed in your life.
You give your friend a hug. Tell her how much you appreciate her. She holds on longer than most friendly hugs should last. Her touch lingers as you pull away. She puts a hand above your breasts. Her touch is cool against your fevered skin. “You got some sun,” she whispers. “I hope you didn’t burn.”
You meet her eyes and tell her you just a need a shower and you’ll be good as new.
She slowly removes her hand. Smiles. “Excellent idea.”
As you walk away, you feel her gaze on you like a caress. You shrug it off because you’re too relaxed to worry about it. Plus, she’s a little drunk, too.
You strip off the impossibly small bikini. The patches of skin it covered are pale compared to the rest of you. You admire this newly browned skin in the mirror.
Now, you don’t pay attention the imperfections you noticed earlier. Your nipples have puckered in the air conditioned room. The pale areas your swimsuit covered act like picture frames around your pinkest parts—the ones the man at the beach wanted to put his mouth on. You run a hand down your torso and dip your fingers into the cleft between the lips. You’re not surprised to find yourself slick and ready. It’s been so long since you gave yourself pleasure that the prospect of doing it here in this paradise without the threat being discovered is too much to resist. You flip on the shower and wait for the water to get nice and steamy.
The fog shrouds the glass doors, creating a private sanctuary for you. You get in and enjoy the cool water on your hot flesh. You want to come so bad that you have to fight the urge to just rub yourself off immediately. Your seductress reminds you that sensuality isn’t about getting off as fast as possible. It’s about savoring sensations. So you grab the jasmine scented soap from the dish and massage it into your skin.
