“Yes.” Said Della. “These are two of my bridesmaids, Chloe and Natalie. Guys this is Mr. Baker. He’s the resort manager. We’re VIP guests here.”
Natalie and I looked at each other. I could tell we were thinking the same thing. ‘Sweet!’
We said hello to Mr. Baker and were shown inside the hotel. If we thought the outside was amazing, this was incredible. The first thing you noticed was a giant twinkling chandelier, two stories up. Then the 30 foot front desk with more people working than I could count. Twin marble staircases framed the sides of the lobby, their iron railings conjured up romantic, dreamy feelings. In the middle of the lobby was a large fountain with a sculpture of the goddess Persphone dancing.
Natalie and I followed a bellhop to our suite. We were trying but failing to take everything in. Luckily, we had a week to enjoy the beauty. We got to our suite and the Bellhop let us inside. He handed us our room keys and told us to call the front desk if we needed anything. Natalie picked out her bedroom and I picked out mine. She said she was tired from the flight and went into her room to take a nap.
I still felt sticky from the heat and humidity, so I decided to take a shower. I walked into my bathroom and got undressed. As I looked at my body in the mirror, I noticed red marks around my breasts. I knew it was because my bra was too tight. I had gotten a boob job a couple years ago, nothing major, just to fill my chest out a bit more. I’d replaced all of my old bras, but decided to keep this one. Grayson had gotten a matching set for me for our 6 month anniversary and I just didn’t want to let it go. The panties had been chewed up by Natalie’s dog but I managed to take good care of the bra. Thinking about Grayson while naked wasn’t anything new. But knowing I was going to see him again gave me butterflies. I reached down and touched myself, thinking about the impossible but wishing. I started to get wet and moaned.
“Grayson.”
I inserted my middle finger. Slowly and gently moving in and out. I bent over the counter, supporting myself with my other arm. The euphoric pressure slowly started. My finger went deeper, as deep as it could go. Juice dripped off of my hand. Then I inserted my index finger and bent them towards my palm, rubbing lightly. My legs started to shake. My body collapsed onto the counter, caught only by my arm. The building pressure was almost too much. “Grayson. Fuck. I… still lo- ughh!” My muscles spasmed and my knees buckled. I continued to spasm and shake. After taking a minute to catch my breath, I slipped my fingers out and stood up. I took a shaky breath and closed my eyes.
“Wow. That was fucking hot. Didn’t realize you still thought about me.”
I whipped around to see Grayson sitting on my bed, watching me from my bedroom. My heart skipped several beats.
“How- When- Did you see me…”
Grayson smirked and stood up then walked over. He leaned over me. “Every. Single. Moment.” His eyes trailed down my body to my crossed legs. My soaked hand started to reach behind my back. Grayson moved his hand to grab my wrist before I could hide my shame. He brought my fingers up to his lips and glanced at me, then my hand. He parted his lips and tilted his head, taking my two wet fingers into his mouth. I was speechless as he sucked them clean and took my fingers out of his mouth. He put my hand down and licked his lips.
He tilted his head to the side slightly and smiled. “This is going to be a fun week.”