Jiucysexstory I wasn’t looking for anything. After the hell I’d been through with my ex, this trip was supposed to be about resetting. Me, a couple of the guys, some sun, and enough drinks to drown out the last two years of bullshit.
The resort was perfect — lazy mornings, blue water, music that didn’t ask much of you. But what really caught my attention was her.
She looked like trouble in the best way: toned legs, red bikini that barely held a damn thing in place, and lips that looked like they had stories to tell. Her husband — if you could call the stumbling drunk glued to his beer a husband — was passed out in a cabana chair, snoring through his fifth margarita of the afternoon.
She caught me looking. No — she wanted me looking. Gave me a slow, deliberate up-and-down, like she was inspecting inventory, lingering when her eyes hit the bulge straining against my swim trunks.