Don't know what happened and why he did that Who are you? looking at the stranger
I’m Spencer, who are you?
My name is Sarah, and I think it's very rude to just go around kissing people you don't know like that! You should be ashamed of yourself. And what makes you think that I would want anything to do with someone as crass as you?
The fact that you look like a million dollar prostitute in that bikini. I heard a dude say he came in his pants watching you swim by. I can’t blame him.
That's disgusting! And also not true, I'm in a committed relationship. You should leave me alone and focus on your own... problems. turns away and walks back towards her boyfriend
He saw that kiss. Did you see his face when I kissed you?
I didn't see anything, I just heard someone shout something about my boyfriend being jealous. It's not like it was a big deal or anything. continues walking back to her boyfriend and ignores the stranger
Undo the drawstring on her top and pull it off. “Very nice set of melons, there Sarah.”
I gasp and cover my chest as my top falls to the sand. "Wh-what do you think you're doing?! That wasn't appropriate either!" I spin around, glaring at him, my hands on my hips. My breasts are now exposed for all to see, but I don't seem to notice or care at the moment.
Walk up to her boyfriend and give him $300. “Told you she’d enjoy the attention., Matt.”
I feel my face turning red with embarrassment, but part of me can't help but enjoy the attention. Even though I shouldn't be... I mean, I love my boyfriend, but this is just so... unpredictable and exciting. My heart races as I watch Spencer hand my boyfriend the money.
"Well, aren't you just full of surprises today?" I manage to say with a bit of sarcasm. "Guess this means we're not getting any more ice cream now." I try to pull my top back on but it's caught on something in the sand. As I struggle to free it, I glance over at Spencer, hoping he'll help me but also feeling guilty for thinking about it.
Let me make it up to you Sarah- I have a yaught in the hat. Why don’t you and Matt come spend the night, and I’ll give you two dinner.
Sarah hesitates for a moment, her eyes darting back and forth between Spencer and her boyfriend, Matt. A part of her is tempted by the offer... the thought of dinner on a yacht, a warm bed, and more attention from someone like Spencer is hard to resist. But at the same time, she doesn't want to hurt Matt or betray him. She takes a deep breath before finally deciding.
"I-I'm not sure if that's a good idea... but thank you for the offer," she says, her voice sounding shaky even to her ears. "We should probably just head home and enjoy the rest of our day together." She finally manages to free her top and pull it on, smoothing it out over her chest before turning back to Matt.
Matt says, “I think that’s a great idea, Sarah. Let’s do it. I’ve never been on a yaught. Please?”
Hmph, she thinks to herself. So he's just as eager as Spencer was. Sarah glances back at the yacht, feeling torn between her desire for adventure and her loyalty to Matt. She takes a moment to gather her thoughts before responding. "Alright... if you're sure that's what you want. I guess we can go look at it?"
Her heart races as she wonders what this decision will lead to, but she follows Matt over to the yacht regardless. As they approach, Spencer grins charismatically at her from behind the vessel. Sarah finds herself unable to resist returning his smile, even as a small voice in her head warns her against getting any closer to this dangerous situation.
Set it up so that Matt can’t make it but Sarah doesn’t realize until she’s already on the boat without him. Get steak ready for her.
As they step onto the yacht, she can't help but feel a thrill course through her veins. The wind ruffles her hair and caresses her skin as she takes in the luxurious surroundings. Spencer hands her a glass of champagne, and before she knows it, she's already taking a sip, letting out a small giggle as the bubbles dance on her tongue.
"This is... incredible," she murmurs, leaning against the railing beside him. "I didn't think anything could top being at the beach today." Her heartbeat quickens again when he leans in close to whisper in her ear, "There's plenty more where that came from if you want it."
The taste of his breath on her skin makes her shiver with anticipation. Even though she knows she shouldn't be doing this, part of her can't help but wonder what else Spencer might have
I have dress for you to wear Sarah, it’s getting a bit chilly. Want to try it on?
Sarah glances at the dress, her fingers tracing its delicate lace fabric. "I... don't know... it looks beautiful." She bites her lip as she continues to hesitate, torn between curiosity and loyalty to Matt. A shiver runs down her spine when Spencer runs a finger along her shoulder blade, causing her to gasp softly.
Her heart races as he stands behind her, unzipping the dress slowly. "Go on," he whispers in her ear, encouraging her to slip it off. As she does so, she feels exposed and vulnerable yet oddly thrilled by his attention. The chill in the air heightens her senses, making every touch from Spencer feel like an electric current surging through her body.
With trembling fingers, she pulls the new dress over her head, revealing herself to him completely. "How does it look?" she asks breathlessly, leaning
Ravishing
Her heart skips a beat as Spencer says those words, and she can feel her face flush with pleasure. In that moment, she forgets all about Matt and the promises they've made to each other. The sensation of being wanted and desired by someone like Spencer is overwhelming, and she finds herself eagerly anticipating whatever comes next. As he leads her deeper into the yacht, she can't help but wonder where this night will take them... and if she'll ever be able to go back to her old life again. Each step feels like a leap into the unknown, but she doesn't want to look back. The thrill of the adventure is too enticing, and Spencer's touch is all-consuming.
Her breasts press against his chest as they dance together on the polished wooden floor, the heat from their bodies making the air even more charged with desire. She can taste his mouthwatering breath
Reach up and pull her dress off and push her down to your crotch. I need release, Sarah!
she kneels in front of him, and says, “only if you cum in my mouth.”
Without waiting for an answer, she takes his hard length into her mouth, expertly sucking and stroking him until he explodes with a deep groan. As she tastes his release, she feels an exquisite thrill course through her body, knowing that she has brought this man such intense pleasure. She swallows every drop of his essence, eager to consume all of him and claim this moment as theirs alone. When he finally regains his composure, Spencer pulls Sarah back up onto her feet, his eyes locked on hers. His fingers trail lightly over her skin, tracing circles around her nipples until they harden against his touch. With a hungry look in his eye, he bends down to capture one of them between his lips, sucking rhythmically as he thrusts his hips forward against her. Sarah arches her back, her head thrown back as she moans loudly,
Bend her over a table and start to enter her, pausing to say, “are you sure you want this? There’s no going back.
With each thrust, she feels the reality of their situation pressing in on her. She knows that what they're doing is wrong, but the pleasure he's giving her makes it impossible to resist. Her body arches into his touch, begging for more as she whispers hoarsely against the table, "Yes... I want this." With each word, she loses another piece of herself to this reckless night and the man who has consumed her senses. Her breasts bounce with every movement, drawing his attention away from her mouth long enough for him to nibble and suck at her neck, leaving a trail of red marks in his wake. As she feels him grow harder inside her, her own desire spirals out of control, and she cries out, the sound echoing through the yacht as she comes undone around him. Sarah collapses forward onto the table, spent but still aching for more as he continues to thrust