Looking down, with the covers splayed on the ground and her t-shirt a scrunched up ball beside them she delighted in the view of her young body, her p...rt breasts, her flat lightly tanned stomach and her legs twisting in sheer ecstasy around her slim fingers while they did her dubious bidding. The early morning light illuminated her soft skin and she began to go through a mental list of men she wished were making love to her. Top of the list was Mike. As her hand movements increased she imagined. Now what really happened... Paldiski lab in the former Soviet UnionSydney stared through the glass knowing Sark would kill her where she stood if she didn't agree to help him. Suddenly the sprinklers over head sprang to life and Sydney looked up in horror as she gazed at her suit being melted away literally as she wore it. She knew her skin would disintegrate twice as fast as the decontamination suit and she was Vaughn's only hope for survival. Then it occurred to her all she had to do was send. I am sweating. Not the good kind of sweat that comes with physical activity, but the horrible sticky sweat that comes from sitting in the Miami sun. Finally I succumb to my misery. I can imagine myself relaxing in my room sitting on the balcony. I am going back to the room.Back in the room, I pour myself a fresh Crown, peel my suit off, and slip into a cool shower. Standing under the spray, I begin the tedious task of removing every grain of sand from my body. I think about him as I touch. I was biting my lips, the sensations hummed and pulsed through me. “Wet love?” Frank asked. “I’m fucking soaking, utterly fucking soaking,” I smiled and whispered back. “God Frank it’s bloody great. My clit is actually throbbing, I can fucking feel it pulsing!”I had slightly parted my legs, nothing too obvious, but I knew Frank was aware I was creaming nicely and if we had been anywhere else my legs would have been as wide as fuck, displaying all to anyone who wanted to see. “Let’s go get you.