Vacanza Erotica / Pt: 3 Dinner for Lovers

We’re back in the hotel room. Dallas is out on the balcony with his chessboard, the knight piece pitched between his two fingers. He rotates it around, deep in thought. The sun is golden, and his hair is down, it catches the light, his tanned skin gleaming. His leg propped up, its artful tattoos telling a story about where he’s been, and where he’d like to go.

I step into the bathroom to freshen up for the evening. Turning on the rainfall shower and letting the cool water overcome me. My boobs look like white snowballs against my darkened skin. I love the feeling of being out in the sun all day and coming back to freshen up. I reach for the coconut body wash and create an abundance of suds in my hand. My body is hairless, and I let my soapy hands glide all over it; rubbing my breasts, my stomach and my ass. I always infuse love and play into my touch when I shower. It’s how I let my body know that I love her. That I worship her.

I’m covered in bubbles, and the act of this play is enough to make me lean up against the shower wall and fondle my breasts. I pull the detachable shower head down to my cunt. I’ve been in a constant heat since this morning, with no release; the build up gets more intense with each passing moment, with each tender flick of my fingers.

I don’t let myself finish though, this is just an appetizer.

I step out of the shower, patting myself dry, and stepping into a hotel robe. I peer out to Dallas, he catches my glance and smiles. He’s holding the complimentary champagne they gave us for our honeymoon.

“What do you say we send off today’s sun with some champagne?”

Without waiting for an answer he pops the cork, and pours two glasses. He winks at me, a come hither look in his eyes, and he steps back outside onto the balcony.

I follow his lead. I love when he leads.

He reaches for me, slipping his hands through my robe to meet my bare skin, and pulling me in close by my waste. He gives me a kiss on the cheek, and then looks out into the sunset.

“What a life.” He says.

I smile and rest my head on his shoulder.

“What a life.” I affirm, and saunter back inside to get ready for the evening.

With a bit of champagne in my system, I stand in the mirror, reminded momentarily of college before a night out when me and my girlfriends would get ready together. Drinking and dolling up, harnessing our feminine energy. I remember coming into the realization that my beauty and essence had a strong power over boys and men. At that time in my life, I had so much to learn, and with alcohol in my system, I explored that power without much inhibition, or awareness for that matter.

I put on my iridescent silk dress and watch it fall down my body, clinging to my skin, and accentuating my hips. Its low cut deep v neckline hints at what lies just beneath its fabric. I fasten my golden opal pendant around my neck, and watch as it falls into my cleavage. It’s hues highlighting the golden tones in my skin. I run a brush through my hair, it falls down my back in natural ocean waves. I swoop mascara through my eye lashes, dab a bit of blush on my checks, and some tint on my lips. I smack them together.

I look delicious. Like a forbidden fruit.

I step out of the bathroom. Dallas looks up, registering my evening transformation. He makes an animalistic grunt and reaches for me, pulling my breasts out of my dress, and licking his lips. With his index fingers and thumb he twists my nipples before forcibly turning me around, pressing me up against the counter, and lifting my dress up to spank my ass. He grips my thong with his teeth, biting me on his way down, stopping at my pussy to ravage it with his tongue. I moan out, and he drops his pants, his cock engorged, rubbing it lightly on my pussy, up and down. Slippery and delicious.

“You're so wet.” He grins.

“I have to tell you something.” I murmur breathlessly, my head light from the teasing.

My pussy throbbing from a day of strung out desire. “I saw the girl I’ve been dreaming about today.”

Dallas pauses his motion for a second, though he keeps his hand on his cock, and his cock between my pussy lips. He bites his lip, in contemplation.

“Can you elaborate?” He says, starting the circular motion with his cock back up again. Lightly, then more firmly as I start to speak.

“The woman I’ve been having sex with in my dreams. I’m pretty sure she’s a real woman, and she’s staying at this resort.”

He presses into me ever more slightly, teasing me as he continues moving his cock around the outside of my cunt. At this point I’m practically sloshing.

“And what does this mean to you?” He asks me. I can feel him getting even more excited. His cock pulsating, sending vibrations through my pussy and up my spine.

“I want to fuck her, Dallas.”

He begins to press into me, my juicy lips enveloping the tip of his cock. I can tell he’s starting to imagine this mystery girl, and I stop him. Pushing him out of me.

“First, we feast.” I step away, and adjust my dress back to its proper position. Leaving my underwear on the ground, as I turn to the door for dinner.

“Tease.” He winks.

“You can have me for dessert.”

He pulls his pants back up and follows me out.

...

When we arrive at the hotel restaurant, we are the only ones there. What a blessing to have this gem of a resort practically to ourselves!

The hostess tells us there is an intimate Chef’s Table dining experience put on by the hotel tonight, if we’d like to take part. It’s a multi-course meal and it begins in 20 minutes. Only 2 others have signed up for it, and there are 4 spots left. Dallas and I don’t even have to discuss it…we love food journeys.

We tell the hostess we’d love to, and she guides us down a winding path, away from the main dining area, towards a cave, where an open concept stove is in the center of a conversation-pit style dining set up, with 6 placemats. Candles are lit, flickering against the cave walls, the ocean's waves faint echoes in the distance.

My eyes widen and I look at Dallas, “How Cool!!”

There is a couple already seated. They look slightly younger than us, late twenties maybe. We smile at them as we take a seat on the opposite side, leaving some space between us. I get comfortable before looking up, and offering them a proper hello.

“Hey!” I smile.

The woman, furthest away from us, looks up at me, her hair is icy blonde and her skin slightly burned from a day in the sun. She has light blue eyes and wears a knitted tan cover up, that you can see through, underneath it is a blue bikini. She is quite a vision, especially with the golden hues of the candles flickering against her icy hair. Understated, natural, alluring.

“Hi,” she says, “I’m Cara.”

“I’m James.” Says the man next to her with a beer in his hand, and a bit of alcohol flush on his tanned face.

“Dallas.” Dallas reaches over, offering James his hand. They shake, and then he turns to Cara, “Nice to meet you both.”

“What brings y’all here?” I ask.

“A deal I’d been working on for over a year came through. Massive pay day. Figured I’d treat my lady to a romantic vacation since I haven’t been the best boyfriend lately. Been so focused on work.” He grabs Cara’s hand and squeezes it. She grins and reaches for her cocktail. Her lips forming an O around the straw as she sucks the spirit up into her mouth.

Dallas looks at me, with an eyebrow raised. I’m sure he’s wondering if this is the woman. He’s probably wondering that about every woman we pass.

And I can’t blame him. I begin to imagine what Dallas could be thinking, and suddenly I see myself pulling her light blue bikini bottom to the side, her pussy is young and delicate, bare and ripe. I open her lips with my fingers, while Dallas slides into her, and I reach my tongue down to lick the juice off his cock as it slips in and out. I shake my head out of it. It doesn’t really feel right with her, though still impressive to imagine. I smile to myself.

I’m about to ask where they’re from when the hostess reappears from the winding path, leading another dining group towards us. As they come out from the shadows I can see that it’s just the hostess and one other woman. As the other woman steps into the cave, I can feel the energy at the table shift. Or is it just my energy shifting? I can’t confirm either way, because my eyes are glued to her…

She moves towards us, her curves accentuated in a tight red dress. Her curls are pulled up into a messy loose bun, revealing her elegant neck line and shimmering collar bones. Tight spirals fall, framing her face, her galaxy eyes defined with mascara. Her rosy plump lips stretch into a wide smile.

She’s the type of sexy the whole world stops for.

“Hi” She greets the room.

I feel my face flush.

“Welcome to the party! We’ve got some space for you over here.” James signals to the three empty seats between him and Dallas.

If anyone else shows up tonight, we’ll be tight.

She smiles at James, and nods at us as she passes, taking her spot in the middle. As she adjusts to get comfortable her cowl neckline dips low, revealing a sweep of deep, billowing breasts. The kind of cleavage that you have to make a concerted effort not to stare at.

I look at Dallas. He remains stoic as she adjusts her top and looks back up to acknowledge everyone.

James leans in towards her, an unmistakable delight in his eyes. “I’m James.”

I look over at Cara, who is shifting uncomfortably in her seat. Her burned skin radiating heat. The woman smiles politely at James, and turns to look at Cara.

Cara waves from across the table. “I’m Cara.”

Can the rest of the table hear my heart beating? Am I red?

Dallas reaches his hand out to her. “Dallas.” He says. She takes it firmly, her eye contact strong.

“Rosalia,” she responds.

I take a deep breath, the air calms me. Confidence finds me.

Rosalia turns to face me. Our eyes meet. Galaxy eyes.

“Ren,” I smile.

I wonder if she’s dreamt of me too.