I was on a business trip in Miami, Florida. My hotel suite was paid for by the company that contracted me and they spared no expense. The room had California King Bed, a stocked bar, a hot tub and a fireplace for ambiance.
I was sitting at the bar with a glass of Angel’s Envy Bourbon, my favorite, and on my laptop doing some business. I looked toward the window and saw what a beautiful day it was. I figured I’d work for another half hour and then head down to the pool.
A half hour passed, I closed out the program and folded up the laptop. I changed into my swim trunks and flip flops, put on my robe and headed downstairs to the pool. I saw that the pool area was very busy, not an empty lounge to be seen.
I made my way to the tiki bar and waited to be served. I looked at the beautiful, and not so beautiful, people in their swim attire. Some in skimpy string bikinis, some in one pieces and more. Then you got the guys in banana hammocks. God I hate them, and some guys just have no business wearing them. Then you have the women, who I don’t know why they bother wearing anything at all. As a private investigator you tend to people watch all the time.
The bartender finally got to me and I asked for Angel’s Envy. He looked at me and told me they don’t have it. I grumbled and he said they have Buffalo Trace, my second favorite, so I agreed to that.
I actually found an empty bar stool and took a seat. I sipped my drink and continued to scan the area. After about twenty minutes, I saw a woman packing up to leave her lounge. I grabbed another drink and headed over to grab that lounge.
As I approached, I saw a woman lying on her belly on the lounge right next to the one I was going to take. She had a beautifully shaped body, long red hair and was wearing a not too skimpy yellow bikini. She had beautiful legs, sexy little feet with soft pink soles and a perfectly round ass. She was light skinned; I presumed she was of Irish descent.
I got to the lounge, took off my robe and flip flops and sat on the lounge. I looked over at her and her arms were crossed supporting her head, but her face was facing the opposite direction. I lifted the back of my lounge to an upright position and got myself situated. On the other side of me was an older couple, probably seniors soaking up some rays.
So I tried to spark some conversation and said, “Boy it’s a beautiful day,” directed towards the young lady to my left.
She actually turned her head and said, “Oh my God yes it is.” She had a very pretty face from what I could see, being she was wearing dark sunglasses. She had no makeup on, nice pink bow shaped lips and beautiful flawless skin; a natural girl next door beauty.
I extended my hand and introduced myself as Tom, she did the same and took my hand and said, “Cori.” I asked if she was here on vacation and she explained she was here with some friends who were out sightseeing and bar hopping. She went on to say she wanted a break from all that and stayed behind.
She asked about me and I said I was there on business. Then she asked what kind of business and I told her I was a PI.
She perked up and rolled to her side and said, “Bullshit! Really?” Her breasts looked amazing in her bikini. Not too big, not too small. Her tummy was flat, smooth and tight with a navel ring with an emerald green stone on it.
I chuckled and told her it isn’t as exciting as most people think. I mostly work for a big corporation that contracted me to do financial investigations. She was still intrigued and was asking how to be a PI, what does it entail and so on.
She ended up sitting upright like me and told me she was a legal secretary from Michigan. We chatted about our jobs and family history. She explained that she was 36 years old, divorced with no kids. I told her I was 51, three kids and divorced twice from New York.
I asked her if she wanted a drink and she asked for a Malibu Bay breeze. She reached into her beach bag and took out her wallet. I told her that I’ll take care of it, and went over to the bar.
As I was walking to the bar a young boy almost ran into me. As I turned around I saw Cori looking over the top of her sunglasses at me with a cute little smile. I thought to myself, is she checking me out? I’m not in the best shape of my life. My trunks weren’t too flattering, just Tony Bahama’s with a blue beach scene print.
I got our drinks and headed back. She was looking at me and smiling. As I handed her the drink, she pulled her glasses down and I saw she had strikingly beautiful green eyes. She smiled and said, “Thanks Tom.”
“My pleasure,” I replied.
We chatted about many things, politics, the way the world is in a tailspin, Russia attacking the Ukraine, our exes and crap like that. We had quite a bit in common. She said she was getting hot and was going to take a dip. When she stood up, I’d say she was about 5 foot 5 inches tall; me being 5 foot 9 inches she was taller than I thought. Her hair was longer than I thought too; it was down to her ass. I watched her beautiful ass as she walked toward the pool, it was magnificent. I think she was putting on a show for me.
She did a perfect dive into the pool and swam and waded around for about 10 minutes and came back. She dried herself off, sat back down and put her shades back on. Her hair looked so sexy and wet. I have a thing for wet hair, it’s a big turn on for me.
We chatted some more and then I said, “You know the drinks are cheaper in my suite.”
She looked over at me and pulled her shades down and said in a stern voice, “What kind of woman do you think I am?”
I raised my hands palms out to my shoulders and replied, “Cori, I’m sorry I wasn’t implying anything.”
She giggled and said, “Relax Tom, I’m just fucking with you.” She stood up, put her hand out to me and said, “Let’s go.” She held my hand as I got up. I helped her put on her cover-up and she slipped on her flip flops. I put on my robe and flip flops, she grabbed her beach bag and we headed inside.
We chatted all the way up in the elevator. She was one of the chattiest people I ever met, especially for just meeting. We got to the top floor and headed to my room.
We entered the room and she just blurted out, “Oh my God, how much does this cost?”
I replied, “I have no idea, my employer pays for it all.” She walked around the entire suite checking everything out in astonishment.
She walked into the bathroom and yelled, “Holy shit look at this shower!” It was a walk in doorless shower with two showerheads and multiple wall jets. And being I had a corner suite, the upper half of the walls were glass with a great view of the ocean and the city.
I made us some drinks and invited her out to the balcony. She came out, went to the rail and couldn’t believe the view of the Atlantic. Then we sat down at the table and chatted.
After about fifteen minutes and empty glasses, she said enthusiastically with a big smile, “I wanna go in that hot tub!”
“Oh, sure, I replied.
As we got up she said, “Get me another drink please.” We went inside to the bar and I made two more drinks.