Girls' Getaway: Miami (Find Your Fantasy) (2 page)

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Shower for Two

You aren’t surprised when the shower door opens. Your friend is naked and staring at you from the doorway. You don’t bother trying to cover your soapy breasts or your pussy, which is throbbing for release. Maybe you knew all along this would happen. Maybe you even wished it in your most secret moments.

Or maybe the drinks and the seductive voice of your inner vixen are to blame for you being tempted by the forbidden.

Regardless, when you see her standing there, you don’t freak out. You open your arms in invitation. Her body slicks against yours under the hot spray, and you groan with delight.

You’ve never been with a woman before. Sure, there was the girl you kissed at the frat party your sophomore year. But that was a joke. A drunken stunt meant to capture the attention of the boys who hooted and hollered as they watched you.

But there are no men around to impress now. Just two women craving a new adventure.

“It’ll be our secret,” she whispers.

When her lips touch yours, they’re soft and warm. Her tongue is wet and insistent. It’s not so different from kissing a man, except less … dominating. More sensual with her soft hands stroking down your hips and her tits pressing into yours. There’s no hard cock poking into your hip. When you rub your hands over her chest, you enjoy the novel sensation of smooth, hairless skin and smoothe, firm breasts. Her nipples pucker against your palms.

The kiss soon turns from experimental into something wild. She presses your ass back against the shower wall. Nudges your legs apart with her knees. She’s aggressive now, but not cruel. This isn’t a man looking to stick his cock in any convenient hole. It’s a woman looking to give and receive pleasure.

Her fingers slide against your clit. It feels like she’s found a secret switch no man has ever been able to locate. Something inside you awakens and suddenly you’re the one pushing her back. You pucker your lips over those hardened nipples. Run your tongue between her tits and down her rounded stomach. Your fingers spread on her thighs, pulling them apart. Her skin there is so soft and pliable. Slicked from the water and the soap. The air is saturated with the scent of hot jasmine and the sounds of her moans.

You’ve never tasted a woman’s pussy before but suddenly you’re starving for it.

The first taste is like a battery to the tongue. You pull back slightly, shocked and overwhelmed by the new, forbidden knowledge.

She moans and it urges you on. You run your tongue up and into her. Tickle her clit with your tongue. She’s writhing now. So are you. Your own pussy is open and ready as you kneel on the tiled floor. Your knees ache but you're beyond noticing.

Her hands find the lobes of your ass. Her fingers knead and explore the curves until they find their way around to your folds. You adjust your position to give her better access. The move brings your mouth in closer contact to her cunt and your senses are suddenly full of her taste and smell, the heat of her desire. You don’t care whether she’s done this before with other women. Because right then it is only the two of you. Two friends, two mouths, and two pussies throbbing for release.

She laughs from deep in her throat as her fingers slide into your slick hole. You relax into it and into her and begin to run your tongue from the base of her pussy to the tip of her clit like a professional. You eat her like you’d always wished men would treat your pussy--with complete devotion and slow, thorough strokes.

She starts to pant above you. You feel the pressure in your own sex growing, too. Suddenly her legs stiffen and you’re caught in the vice of her pleasure. Her shout of triumph echoes through the tiled room like a war cry. You feel like you’ve just accomplished something you never knew you always wanted to do. But at the same time, you’re disappointed because your own pussy is still throbbing and hungry.

She releases a happy sigh and her hands fall to your shoulders. You lick your lips and look up at her, suddenly self-conscious. But she doesn’t let you start to regret what just happened as she pushes you back to sit on the shower seat. She gracefully slides down until her face is buried between your legs, pushing them back so your knees are wide and she has total access to your sex.

It doesn’t take long. A couple of long, slow licks and you’re seeing stars. You shout so loud that your throat is hoarse once it’s all done. You’re not sure you’re still alive until her laughter reaches you.

She says she’s never done this before. You tell her you haven’t either. You admit to her that as much as you enjoyed the novelty of fucking a woman with your mouth, you find yourself missing the feeling of a hard cock inside you.

"There will be plenty of those at the party tonight," she says with a wicked grin. "But in the meantime, I made a special reservation at the hotel spa."

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Shower Alone

The shower is large enough for a party, but you’re happy to have some time alone. Ever since you arrived in Miami, it’s been one surprise after another and you need time to process everything.

The walls are tiled and the floor is covered in smooth river rocks that massage the soles of your feet. Multiple jets of water spray from the walls. Overhead is a detachable showerhead with delicious pressure. You grab the bottle of jasmine-scented shower gel and squeeze it into a pouf that foams up as you massage it into your skin. The water jet feels luxurious on your back. You had no idea how tense you were and the release is wonderful.

The foam tickles your skin and the exotic scent of the soap seduces you. Your hand slows, lingering over your breasts. An image of the man from the beach springs into your mind. His tight abs, his firm ass. The purr of his deep voice as he flirted with you. Your hand moves lower.

Hot water caresses you as you drop the sponge and let your fingers glide over the cleft between your legs. Should you? It’s been so long since you’ve had the luxury of making yourself come. Usually it’s all about your man’s pleasure. Meeting his needs. But right now, it’s just you and the water. No one will know.

You lick your lips and make your decision.

The showerhead unclips easily. A handy dial allows you to adjust the spray, but for now, you simply brush the spray across your sex. It tickles at first—until the little jets find their way between your lips. Your legs relax and you lean back against the wall. You close your eyes and imagine the man from the beach is in the shower with you. That the licks of the water are really his tongue. You imagine his broad, tanned shoulders and dark head between your legs.

Without conscious thought, your hand adjusts the spray until it comes out in a single, strong jet stream. But in your mind the increased pressure is
his
hot tongue. Your free hand finds its way to your nipples. You imagine it’s
his
hand.

The water hits your clit just right. Your hips begin to undulate to some unheard rhythm. The scent of jasmine and the hot lick of the water overwhelms your senses.

There’s a bench built into the walls of the shower. You prop one foot on it so that you’re totally open. You spin the dial to increase the pressure even more. You aim it directly toward your button. And in your mind, the god between your legs rises up and rubs his cock against you.

You insert two fingers into your pussy and the wetness you find there isn’t from the shower. The closer you get to orgasm, the more you crave to be filled. You insert another finger and imagine the delicious pressure is
his
cock.

You bite your lip and focus every part of your being on the fantasy and the very real sensations overtaking your body. Faster now, harder with the fingers.

You hold your breath for a single, golden moment and then …

Shattered.

You explode into a million shards of pure pleasure. You scream with the release of it, the surrender, not caring who hears you. Once the first wave passes, you keep fucking yourself with your fingers. You’re greedy for every ripple and tremor. You deserve this.

Finally, you allow yourself to slide down to the bench. The tile feels cool on your fevered skin. Your head tips back and you allow yourself time to float on the high. There’s nowhere to be, no one to take care of, no responsibilities.

After a few moments reveling in the afterglow, you pull yourself off the bench, turn off the water, and wrap yourself in a fluffy towel. And when you emerge from that pleasure cave, you feel like a woman reborn. That’s her in the mirror with the flushed cheeks and the secret shine in her eyes. You smile at that vixen. It’s been so long since she’s come around. You’re hoping she’ll stay for a while.

As you’re brushing out your hair, there’s a light knock on the door. It’s your friend, reminding you about the spa appointment she made for both of you.

With one last saucy wink at your appearance, you emerge from the steamy bathroom to go get pampered.

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The Spa

When you and your friend arrive at the hotel’s spa, you’re feeling more relaxed than you have in months. You ask her how you could possibly feel any more at ease. She just winks and smiles a secret smile. "Just wait and see," she says. "This place is famous."

The attendant at the counter is a twenty-something male with golden hair and biceps that strain the sleeves of his t-shirt. He smiles and you wonder if this spa recruits their workers directly from Hollywood. He tells you that your special treatments have been arranged.

Your friend hugs you and tells you to have fun. Then you’re both taken back to the treatment rooms by other gorgeous men who look like they could be the front desk guy’s hotter brothers.

The man leading you asks if you’d like a glass of wine. You tell him you don’t mind if you do. He leaves you in a luxurious room and tells you to undress and put on the plush robe waiting on the bed. Once he’s gone, you take a better look around and realize this doesn’t look like any spa rooms you’ve been to before. Instead of the slim, raised cots you normally find in the places back home, this one has a Queen-sized bed with Egyptian cotton sheets and a fluffy duvet. Gauzy panels float down from the scrollwork canopy overhead.

The hunk will be back any minute with your wine, so you strip off your sundress. Blushing, you realize you were so overcome after your shower you forgot to put on panties. But then you shrug because no one has to know but you. It’s your little secret, just like what happened in the shower.

The robe is soft and slides deliciously across your skin, still fragrant from the shower. You tie the robe’s belt a brief moment before a soft knock sounds at the door.

It opens to reveal a man who is even hotter than the one who showed you to the room. He has dark hair and olive skin. A lot like the man from the beach, you think. But it’s not
him
. Still, you admire the way his muscles bunch and stretch as he moves toward you. He smiles and you’re suddenly very aware that you’re naked under that robe.

He hands you the glass of wine and tells you his name. Suddenly nervous, you take a couple of large swallows. He laughs and urges you to relax. From his back pocket, he produces a piece of paper. You look down and realize it’s a menu of services.

In addition to the standard facials, Swedish massages, and pedicures, there’s a section that lists a special package. It’s called “Lady’s Choice.”

“I see you’re looking at our special,” he says.

When you ask about it, he smiles like you did something right. “Lady’s Choice,” he says, “is where you get to choose any service you desire.”

He looks up at you from beneath his dark lashes.

“Anything,” he says again, “The full treatment.”

You blush immediately because it’s very clear he’s not talking about a foot massage.

“Full?” you whisper.

He nods and his eyes scan your form slowly. “Very full.”

You lick your lips nervously. “I—I don’t know.”

“If it helps, your friend already paid for you to have that package. You can choose anything you’d like, of course, but I have a specialty that I’d like to show you.”

Heat winds its way from your face down to your sex. The possibilities he’s hinting at are too naughty, too scandalous to consider.

His hand touches yours. The contact is electric and suddenly something naughty and scandalous is exactly what you’re craving. You look up at him from beneath your lashes. “What’s your specialty?”

His hand slides up your arm to cup your elbow. He leans in close enough for you to smell his hot male scent. “They call me the Pussy Eater.”

The words make your knees feel watery. You chew your lip, thinking over the options. It’s one thing to do what you did in the shower. It’s something else to let a man—a complete stranger—do …
that
.

“Do you like having your pussy eaten?”

The question is like a gauntlet thrown on the ground. He’s daring you. You look him in the eye and give him your answer.

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