Dirty Holiday - (18+) (COMPLETED)

R-Rated

This is exactly what I needed, no kids running around squealing by the poolside, no crowded sun bed areas. This was the life, just the sun bathing down on me, warming my soft skin.

I spoke too soon, a dark shadow loomed over me and as I sat up to complain a pair of deep brown eyes met mine.

"Can I get you anything?"

I coughed, his voice was like silk, tickling my core. "Any-thing?"

"Drink?" My eyes wandered up and down him, he wore a bow tie and a pair of well cut trousers. Waitor.

I glanced at my half full glass of red wine. "No thank you."

"Anything else?" I felt my cheeks redden as he watched me, his eyes warming my chest.

"I'm good." I bit my lip, annoyed at myself for my terrific flirting skills. Cut yourself some slack girl! You're a free woman. "...Actually, I think I could be better." I whispered huskily hoping to hint.

"Oh really?" It didn't take much, his eyes browsed over my body, my skin barely covered by a thin pink bikini.

"Uhuh." I glanced down at his hands which were moving to cover the growing lump in the centre of his trousers.

We weren't alone, otherwise I would've ravished him on the spot. His bare sixpack and golden chest were begging to be licked up.

The waiter held one hand to me and I took hold, he then wrapped his fingers in my hair and kissed me hard on the lips, his stiff crotch digging deep into my aching weakness. I gasped and in one subtle spin I was sent from the hot tiled edge, tumbling into the water.

The waiter winced loudly, stripped off trousers leaving only a small pair of swimming trunks. At the sight I struggled to stay a float, oh boy did I want him to save me, but more than that I wanted him inside of me.

He dived into the water, swam to me, tucked a strand of my wet hair behind me ear then whispered, "Are you ready?"

People from around the pool had already lost their attention to us, everyone was too imersed in their own lives to care about a 'clumsy girl'. The waiter drew his soft lips to my neck and began sucking the water from it. A brief moan escaped me, the waiter pulled my legs up and around his waist. He felt so hard, so wanting, my core throbbed for his entrance.

"Please." I gasped barely able to hold back the screams of lust.

He pressed his lips to mine, then slowly licked my bottom lip until my hips burned. I pressed my tongue into his mouth battling with his, my only wish was that his tongue could also be inbetween my legs.

One of his hands tangled around my back as the other wove further and further down, from the centre of my br.easts, to my belly button then finally to the outside of the bottom of my bikini.

Concealed by the water we were seen only as two people making out, however beneath the surface was a lot of big and a whole load of hard.

A small whimper escaped my lips as the waiters hand pressed deep between my wet thighs, he pushed the thin strap of my bikini panties to the side and slipped two fingers deep into the depth of my warm core.

"Oh god." I mumbled between his kisses.

He pushed them higher and higher then begun to pull them in then out. I squeezed my thighs tighter together hoping to seize the unbearable desire, he thrusted harder and quicker. His fingers were so long, they touched the point where I wanted them most, yet I wanted him thicker. I plunged my hand under the water and met his, unbending another one of his fingers and sticking it inside of me. Perfect.

I ground my hips up and down onto his fingers, my core vibrating with intensity.

"I'm so close." I moaned not caring about anyone else but my own estacy anymore.

I couldn't hold it anymore, I had to release, the pressure boiled inside of me, I felt finally sated.

The waiter slowly removed his fingers and grinned sexily at me, his mouth moved to my ear and he swallowed. "You owe me."

And within a moment he had swam away from me and out of the pool, leaving me to float in my own lack of dignity. I was a sl!ut, a sl!ut whom owed the waiter for a public fingering. Who knew how much that cost these days?