“And how are you, Ms. Brimm?” His head was cocked to the side with his tongue pushing into his rear molars. He paused and I took in his panty-snatching smirk. This is painful. “I knew you were up.”
“How?” I narrowed my eyes at him enjoying his presence but partially annoyed that he wasn’t touching me.
“Because when I came in to check on you after getting in I cracked the door behind me. When I got out of the shower the door was wide open.” He said grinning; he had caught me.
“Oh!” was all I could say. I was busted.
He asked about my day and I told him, though there wasn’t much to tell. He wanted to know if I had minded being alone for so long and I told him I didn’t at all and reminded him that he forewarned me that I’d be alone for half of the day. Ending our conversation for the night going to bed, we planned to go swimming the next morning before breakfast to see who really had skills.
After that conversation I felt safer with him, so safe that I had to resist going into his room when the lights were off. I swear I tried—I tried with every bit of resistance my heated body could muster not to pleasure myself. But when the attempt was made to squeeze my thighs together to manage the throbbing, it only intensified the need. My fingers explored my valley ferociously until I was pushed to the edge and so close that I buried my face into the pillow to catch my whimpers when my release came. Afterward I felt cheap and cheated. But the edge of aching pain was taken off. For the moment.
The next morning Azmir woke me up by gently shaking the small of my back. I turned over and he was sitting there wearing swimming trunks and without a shirt. I felt moisture in my panties.
“Time to get up and show me what you’re made of, kid. We’re meeting Petey, Kid, Wop, and the ladies for breakfast afterwards. The ladies were complaining of boredom from yesterday to the guys. Hopefully you girls can get to know each other so you can do something while we’re out today,” Azmir suggested.
“What business do you guys have in Mexico anyway?” My question wasn’t all that random.
“Acquisitions,” he answered while walking out into the suite.
I didn’t question any further but got up to wash up and throw on a swimsuit. When I got into the bathroom I noticed my period had arrived. I was pissed! It wasn’t because I was planning on getting some—or maybe I was hoping to—but who wants to be away with their period? And not to mention the symptoms that accompanied it. I jumped in the shower, begrudgingly threw in a tampon and put on a bikini.
Mercifully, I was able to fight through my miserable faint period illness. Perhaps it was because I was delightfully distracted by that of Azmir Jacobs. In the pool, we played like wild teenagers. I laughed with no conscience as Azmir effortlessly tossed me around the pool and splashed water in my face. I got better views of his wonderfully crafted frame and was even afforded opportunities to touch him in new places heating me in inconvenient areas in spite of my condition. The illumination of his smile competed with the bright rays of the sun. I was truly in paradise, all that of A.D.
We horse-played for what seemed like minutes but was actually almost two hours. I had to ask him about his height and weight. When he was throwing me around I couldn’t help but notice his strength and physique. He told me he was six four and weighed about two twenty pounds. I was close.
Azmir, too, lost track of time until Petey came out to the pool area and yelled out, “Yo, Divine! Yo, Divine!”
Azmir looked up and looked over to him, “Aye…what up, Crack?”
“We been waiting on ya’ll for a minute now. We supposed to be having breakfast, ‘member?”
“What time is it, Ock?” Azmir asked, apparently caught off guard.
“It’s almost a quarter to ten,” Petey answered.
“A’ight, man. We’ll meet ya’ll in the restaurant in twenty minutes.”