4 CHAPTER FOUR
“So we'll meet in an hour or so. You know what? Make it two. I think I want a nap.” Jill mused.
The girls all agreed and went to their rooms. Rebecca walked over to the balcony doorway and looked out. She took in the vastness of the resort, and smiled. Even as she was taking in the beauty of the place, her mind kept going back to Hughes at the pool. The smoothness of his skin, the definition of his muscles, and yes...the size of his cock as he adjusted it under his trunks. Rebecca turned and slowly walked into her room. She set her drink down on the nightstand and slowly laid down. In her mind Jefferson Hughes was here with her. He was standing behind her, clothed only in his trunks. He had put his arms around her and was kissing her neck, gently. She sighed as his lips moved to her ear. He lightly sucked on her lobe and his hands had moved up to her breasts.
She could feel his cock pressing against her ass, and it was getting hard. He had deftly taken off her top and she was rubbing his penis with her hand. Rebecca opened her eyes and realized she was laying naked on her bed, with her hand busily working her clitoris. For a split second she felt embarrassed and guilty, but that passed as a small wave of pleasure rushed through her. She closed her eyes again as she continued to rub herself. Back in her fantasy… Hughes had laid her on her back and his large penis was right at her, just about to enter. Simultaneously she pushed a finger in herself as the fantasy Hughes entered her. As she and Hughes made love in her mind, she made love to herself on the resort bed. The smoothness around her labia added to the situation and she could feel her orgasm building quickly.
She moaned softly as she thought of Hughes inside of her, thrusting perfectly, filling her with his manhood. She put two fingers inside to fill herself more, and rubbed her clitoris with her thumb. As she imagined Hughes reaching an orgasm inside her, she came. She couldn't help but cry out loudly as she had not had an orgasm this intense since her very first one when she was 14 and masturbated in the barn. Spasms of pleasure racked her body, and she felt the pleasure engulf her entire body. Her toes were clenched tightly, and her free hand had grabbed the bed covers and pulled them crazily. Without thinking she rubbed her throbbing area intensely. After just a few seconds she came again. Her second orgasm was as intense as the first and she moaned as the pleasure flowed throughout her body.
She slowly moved her hand up her tight stomach and to her breasts. She was breathing heavily and as she passed over her breasts she pinched her nipple. A spasm of pleasure coursed through her and she giggled a little. She brought her hand up to her face and felt the sweat that had broken out. Laying her hand palm up on her forehead she closed her eyes and lay there for a minute. “Whew...” She said out loud. “I definitely needed that.”
She reached over to the nightstand, picked up her phone and set the alarm for a half hour later. Tossing the phone on the bed she was asleep before the phone landed on the covers. Her dreams were intensely erotic, and all revolved around Hughes. The one that stood out was of Hughes walking in the gardens of the resort with Camilla. They stopped and she dropped to her knees. As she gave him a blowjob he stood, eyes closed and smiling. Rebecca was watching from behind a tree, across the gardens. She was masturbating as Camilla's blond head bobbed up and down. Suddenly Hughes opened his eyes and stared straight at Rebecca. Instead of running away, she stepped out from behind the tree. She finished when he did, in the garden, 20 feet away. Rebecca awoke feeling she might not ever have had a better nap.
The shower felt great, and the array of soaps and shampoos all had a tropical smell that made the resort “feel” that much stronger. The nap, and now the shower, had helped to lessen the buzz from the alcohol and Rebecca was feeling refreshed. That's not the only thing that helped. She thought and smiled. She walked out to her room from the bathroom and let the towel fall off of her. Walking around naked she stopped at the mirror for a minute and examined her naked body. She smiled. She sauntered over to the mini-bar and fixed a small drink, then walked back to her bed where her luggage was waiting. Setting her drink down on the nightstand she flipped open her luggage. As she sorted through the clothes her smile turned to a small frown. I do dress like an old maid sometimes.
As she stared at her luggage a thought flashed in her mind. Did I pack it? Quickly she rifled through her clothes and was rewarded with the outfit she was looking for. Smiling wickedly she placed the items on her bed and went into the bathroom to put on her makeup.
******
Jill and Deb were at the table, having drinks. The outside patio was packed with resort guests, and there seemed to be a buzz in the air. It was apparent that Jefferson Hughes' presence at the resort was the source of the excitement. Anytime someone famous is around it tends to generate excitement, but someone as accessible as Hughes elevated the excitement to a whole other level. Apparently he was going to do an impromptu book signing the next day, and the local stores had already sold out of his work since the announcement.
Jill took a sip of her drink and looked at her phone checking the time. She frowned, it wasn't like Rebecca to be late. Jill had chosen a sleeveless white silk top and short tan skirt for her evening attire. The light colors enhanced her bronze skin and dark hair, which in turn highlighted her green eyes. Deb had on a pair of tight black jeans, and an aqua blue top. A long pair of dangling silver earrings lightly jangled as she turned her head to check if Rebecca had arrived. Her blue eyes and blond hair that twinkled brightly despite a slight worried look on her face.
“She probably couldn't figure out which sweater to wear.” Deb smiled and she and Jill had a quick laugh.
They sat in silence for a minute when Jill suddenly exclaimed,”Holyyyyy shit.”
Deb followed Jill's gaze and they saw Rebecca coming toward them. Her hair was up in a high coiffed hair knot, and she was wearing a blue gown. It was sleeveless and had buttons from the hemline to her neck. Rebecca had left the buttons undone from the hem bottom to mid-thigh, and as she walked her toned tan legs glistened smoothly in the torchlight patio space. Her heels were blue, and just right in height and seductiveness. She was stunning…
She reached the table and sat down, smiling brightly.
“Wow...” Jill breathed.
“Yeah...totally.” Deb agreed.
Laughing lightly Rebecca continued to smile. “Thank-you.” She took a sip of her water and sighed. “It's nice out here on the patio.”
Jill picked up her drink and held it up, “To a great first day, and to the rest of the trip!”
They toasted and drank, and Rebecca felt very content. They had a nice dinner, talking about life back home. Both Jill and Deb had come from bigger cities, while Rebecca had grown up in a rural setting. Now they all resided in Massachusetts. Rebecca had become friends with Jill a year ago when they met at a local laundry mat, and she met Deb through Jill.
“Let's go dancing!” Jill gushed as they sat after dinner.
Rebecca smiled. “Totally.” She said.
They left the dinner area and walked along the paths toward the nightclub. As they walked through the gardens Rebecca couldn't help but look around, wondering if she would see Jefferson Hughes off to the side getting a blow job from Camilla. Rebecca felt herself get wet, and she blushed. As they neared the nightclub they could hear the music inside, pulsing and thumping with a heavy base beat.
Inside they got their drinks and headed to the dance floor. The place was crowded, but not overly. The girls danced with each other for a bit, then Jill started dancing with a muscle bound man in his early 30's. She was grinding on him and he was grinding back, and Rebecca smiled. She also had a twinge of jealousy rush through her. Why can't I just let loose like that? Deb was also dancing with a man, but at a bit more of a distance than Jill with her guy. Rebecca could feel the heat radiating from the many writhing bodies, and decided to step outside for some air. Making her way through the throng of people she reached the back and stepped outside. The club sat on the outskirts of the beach and the light breeze and salty air felt good on her hot skin. She took a whiff of fresh air and closed her eyes.
Suddenly she had the feeling that she wasn't alone. Slowly she turned her head to the left. Sitting in the dark corner was a man. Standing up the man said, “I think I know you...” He stepped out of the shadows and into the light that was coming from the club's open doors. “Do I?” Jefferson Hughes asked.