Kayla Cumsalot 1844-33-CANDY Ext 357
After a fun day of walking the strip, my muscles screamed for relief. It’d been a while since I visited Vegas, and I forgot how long the strip really is. My poor feet were so sore. The hotel’s jacuzzi seemed like a good way to melt away some of the tension, so after dropping off all my souvenirs in the room, I tied my little pink bikini and grabbed a towel. Then, I made my way to the indoor pool, where the jacuzzi was steaming and bubbly.
I was surprised to have the place all to myself, but I didn’t think much of it as I dipped my toes in to test the temperature and slide under the water’s surface. My body relaxed back against the edge of the tub, with the jets pulsing over my lower back. Then, I let my head rest against the cool tile and closed my eyes.
Jacuzzi Jet Lag
A soft splash caught my attention, and I lifted my head to catch a sexy stranger joining me in the jacuzzi. He was tall and fit with a sprinkle of dark chest hair that I instantly wanted to run my fingers through. he gave me a wide smile and asked, “Care if I join you?” I shook my head and looked down at his left hand. A wedding band sparkled back at me. Married… Annoying.
“Just got in from Greece, and jet lag has me in a chokehold. Thought a soak would help me relax.” I smiled at the information, letting his accent drip over my ears. Maybe it wouldn’t matter if he was married. Maybe jet lag would be on my side. I scooted close and kneeled on the bench beside him.
“A good massage always helps me.”I lifted my wet fingers, “Want me to try?” he hesitated, his gaze locked on my dripping wet cleavage, and he smiled.
“That’d be great, thanks.” My hands began to work his traps as I pushed my tits against his bicep. His boy was so tight I let the water drift me over his lap, and as I straddled him, I smiled.
“You’re so tight, I can’t get a good grip.” My wet fingers slipped down from his shoulders to his chest, and I teased them through the hair there. His lids drew heavy, and I felt his cock respond under my weight. “Maybe we should go to your room, and I can help put you to sleep?” his big hand cupped my ass and pulled me against his dick.
“But I’m married, I shouldn’t.” His words contradicted his actions, and I knew they were just a formality. Something he had to say so he could convince himself he tried to do the right thing. I leaned in against him and whispered in his ear.
“What happens in Vegas…”
“Stays in Vegas.” He finished for me.
Kayla Cumsalot 1844-33-CANDY Ext 357