He watched the pleats of her skirt swishing against her long shapely legs; red silk against black hosiery. He could feel his erection strengthening in...his tight trousers, and he looked for a way of adjusting himself but there were people around. The hotel was busy that night. He turned to the man sat next to him; the African American visitor, who was their guest, but he didn’t acknowledge Eric; he too was also watching Karen walking away; he too was no doubt having similar thoughts, thoughts of. "But I can reward you in another way!" How's that?" smirked Leanne.I grinned back. "Why don't you take off your knickers and I'll show you?"Leanne smiled again. "I can't," she said. "I'm not wearing any! I haven't been all day!" Oh, you are a naughty girl!" I said. "And what have you been thinking about all day?" Coming here, and what you might teach me," she said. "I've been all wet and sticky!" Show me," I commanded, and slid off the sofa to kneel on the floor, as Leanne slowly eased her. As soon as the door of the limo was opened, Chris was struck by a notable difference between this resort and other all-inclusive Caribbean destinations that she had visited: all the bellmen were dressed like Spartan warriors from the movie '300': flowing red capes, leather sandals, leather armor kilts, bare chests. As far as she could tell, they were all gorgeous and strongly built.She was so distracted by the beefy men hefting her heavy suitcases onto a cart for transport to her room that she. And re-appear she did.“Hey guys!” she said as she strode confidently towards both of us. She was wearing a short, light blue faded denim jean skirt with tight berry colored tank top. Her big breasts were gently swaying from side to side and her nipples were poking through the thin material which made it very evident that she wasn’t wearing a bra. Alice set her wine down in anticipation and was rewarded with a big hug. And a juicy kiss. A rather long, juicy kiss. And the kiss kept going,.