He is a very nice looking guy and very polite. He even opened the door for me, and you know that doesn't happen much anymore."Sheila noticed the spark...e in Abby's eyes and how her face lit up when she was enjoying herself. "Well, I think he's smitten with you also." Smitten! What are you, 80 years old? I think more like, attracted to me, is the word you're looking for... and you know what? I think he is. Well, I really hope he is, anyway." He is, trust me. Abby, you don't give yourself enough. Darlene didn't answer, so that the servant outside wouldn't know that she was standing just in front of the door. She put her eye to the peephole. There, in a hotel uniform stood a young black man with a detached expression holding a tray with two frothy green drinks at his shoulder with one hand and a slip of paper in the other"Room Service!" the young man repeated. Darlene rechecked the positioning of her sash and slowly opened the door."Hi, y'all," she drawled at the youth. "Come on in.". We were standing next to each other and leaning on the balcony rail and looking at the city and talking as he slowly put his arms around my waist and I felt so sexy and made no effort to push him. He was gently caressing and rubbing my waist and ass as we talk and it was such a romantic feeling. I think he realized I am enjoying it and gently squeezed my ass over the dress and I looked into his eyes and smiled in a lusty way. He wasted no time and gently planted his lips on mine while his hand. The life guard was of course a woman. Her short blonde hair was sun-bleached almost white. She wore a red one-piece suit that was more functional than revealing. The first booth was for drinks and snacks. There was a woman bartender wearing an aquamarine micro bikini, with 2 small triangles covering little more than her nipples and a G-string bottom that her full pussy lips threatened to bust out of. The second booth offered snorkels, fins, beach shoes and diving masks. A third blonde was.