Their room was more of a bungalow rather than a traditional room. Attached to the back was a small, private deck perched at the top of a small cliff. ...he waves of the Pacific Ocean cresting and crashing on the sand below, sending luminescent sheets of salty water scurrying up the shore, only to run back to the comforts of the deep. He was nervous, although he shouldn’t be, but, none the less he was. He chuckled quietly to himself at his nervousness. Wondering, why at his age he would be. She sat up, hands on hips, looking down at him as he looked up at her thick white tits offset by tanned skin all around. Looking back over her shoulder, she saw his hard cock bobbing wetly in the breeze. Slowly, she slithered back, her hot cunt wet on his hard chest and belly until the tip of his dick brushed it, making him gasp, his trembling hands on her firm thighs as she wiggled the tip inside her."Fuck me good, and don't you dare cum too quickly," she hissed, fisting the cock and sheathing. Medium build, clean shaven, genuinely normal guy. We went in, I was surprised of how such a maze it was. We went down the stairs, deeper and deeper but the smells of steam and sweat started to be of a hint in the air.We finaly got to our destination, front desk, no advertisments, pretty standard wellness by all accounts, just wothout the pictures of women in blankents or on massage tables. I was semihard then. The man payed for us both and he ushered me to the changing rooms. We got a towel. ’ ‘Thank you Mr. Johnson, and thank you for your time. Have a good day.’ ‘You too, ma’am. Nice talking to you.’ I slammed down the phone, perhaps a little too hard. I was just taking my rage out on defenseless inanimate objects, instead of the source of the rage. I had to find Mr. Oh-so-Powerful Morrison a flight, transportation, a large villa with a separate guest house, for four weeks over the Christmas holidays. Fun. Dutifully, reminding myself about the large debts to be paid, I took a deep.