Passion desire Lust

Later that day I was having dinner with the rest of my group when I saw the woman from the balcony. To my surprise, she wore a chef uniform with a white hat included. She saw me and smiled. I guess I blushed because she winked at me. Later, when she came out with another tray of food for the buffet, I went up to her.

“Hi, I’m Hanna.”

She wiped her hands on a kitchen towel thrown over her shoulder. “Mika, nice to meet you. I guess we enjoy the same thing?” again with that wink.

I laughed. “I guess we do.”

“Wanna get a drink later?”

“Sure.”

“Meet me by the main entrance. I can’t be seen with guests on the property, but there is a bar in town where we can go.”

“Cool.”

“Who was that?” asked Paula when I came back.

“Just a girl I met earlier today. She invited me for a drink and since you are meeting Francisco, I thought I would go.”

“Sounds nice.”

Mika was very pretty up close. Blue eyes and black hair. I bet she had no problems finding willing men to keep her company over drinks, so why me? My first thought was that she was into girls which wasn’t a problem. I had a few lesbian friends back home. As long as she didn’t come on to me, I was cool with it.

After dinner, Paula and I and our parents watched the entertainment, which was a musical the staff had put together. I kept checking my phone for the time and five minutes before I was to meet Mika I got up and said goodbye to the others.

Mika was waiting for me by the main entrance and she looked very different than before. She wore a short summer dress, sandals, and her hair was in a bun held together with a pencil.

“Hi, are you ready?”

“Yes, I want to see what the town is like.”

While we walked, she told me this was her third season at the hotel and that she spent the winter in a ski resort cooking for rich people. She was from Holland but had left her country several years before, traveling around the world.

At the bar, we sat outside under a star-filled sky where the moon was just coming over the horizon reflecting on the still water. It was a warm night and there was music coming from our bar and the others that lined the street. Tourists and locals went in and out from them and laughter floated through the air. Mika ordered a local rum that was mixed with fresh lime juice and a lot of crushed ice. It tasted wonderful but I reminded myself to take it easy.

She asked me about my life back home, and I told her that in the fall I would begin my last year in high school and that I had dated Brody for half a year. She hadn’t had a boyfriend for over a year and didn’t miss it. She preferred to be free and be able to move at any time. I thought it to be a lonely way to live, but she assured me she had friends all over the world.

On our way back, she put her arm through mine and pulled me closer. I went a bit stiff and she must have noticed it. “What’s wrong? I don’t bite.”

I felt stupid. “I know, I’m sorry.”

“Can’t girls walk arm in arm?”

“Sure we can.”

“Good.”

She smelled nice, from some exotic perfume and soap. Our arms brushed and she had that kind of almost pore-less skin that is softer than normal skin and she was so warm to the touch. When we reached the gates, she gave me a peck on the cheek and said, “Do you want to play together tomorrow, same time?”

I knew what she meant and it made me blush. “Not sure. Today was an accident.”

“C’mon, Hanna. You liked it and I loved it.”

I smiled at her. “If you see me on the balcony, then you know it’s on.”

When I woke up the following morning I was so horny I didn’t know what to do with myself. I got my phone and called Brody, who had just gotten up.

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He did and I sighed at the stiffness. “God, I wish you were here so I could suck it.”

“Me too, baby. Do you want to play?”

I heard my parents moving around and knew they would knock on my door any minute. “No, babe, I can’t. Miss you, and will talk to you later.”

I had just hung up when my mom called that it was time for breakfast. I threw on a pair of shorts and a T-shirt and went with them. My pussy was yearning for Brody’s cock, but I had to settle for watching Mika later on. Before going to bed I had made up my mind, I was going to do it again and the excitement probably was the key to waking up with a moist pussy.

Paula pulled me to the side at the buffet and while munching on a muffin she told me about her date with Francisco the previous evening.

“God, he was horny. We had hardly taken one step onto the sand on our way for a walk when he kissed me and was grouping at my tits.”

“Well, you have nice tits.”

“Maybe, but I had to push him away until we were further away. Didn’t want to risk our parents seeing us .”

“That means that you fucked?”

“Yes! And what a good fuck it was. His dick wasn’t too big, but man, could he go at it. I think I came like three times before he did.”

“Condom?”

“Of course, I might be horny, but not stupid. How was your evening with the chef?”

“Cool, I guess. We talked and she has been to so many places.”

Paula tilted her head. “And, did she try some funny stuff?”

“No, of course not. I’m not even sure she is into girls,” I lied.

“Too bad for you. I always thought you’d be a great pussy muncher.”

“Me?”

“Ever since we met you have always looked at me in a special way when we are in bikinis or shorts and tops.”

“Bullshit.”

“Seriously, it’s like you are undressing me.”

“Fuck off.”

I stomped back to our table feeling confused and a little hurt. How could she say that about me? She knew I loved cocks, at least Brody’s but I assumed others as well, even though I hadn’t tried any. When she came back to the table, I ignored her and spoke with my mother who suggested we all go on a snorkeling tour. I declined because that would make me miss my balcony date with Mika. I came up with some vague excuse about having the period and of course, they could understand me not wanting to go into the water.

I was settled on the balcony naked waiting for Mika to come out on hers. After about ten minutes I felt cheated and I was upset. She had stood me up and that wasn’t cool at all, I thought. I was about to go back inside when she came out and waved at me.

I slid back in the chair with a smile on my face and waved back. After sitting down, she began to touch herself. She had her feet up on the railing and from where I sat, I could see her pussy. I did the same thing and we went at it. I was so wet that I thought the sound of me finger fucking myself was being carried by the wind down to the pool where everyone could hear it. Not that I would have cared, I was so into it that a bomb could have gone off and I wouldn’t have stopped.