Она входит в комнату, чтобы увидеть тебя. О... так мне придётся делить с тобой комнату следующие две недели? вздыхает да... ну, по крайней мере, снаружи есть чем заняться, так что мы не будем слишком часто видеться.

She looks at you confused for a second but then blushes slightly as she feels your touch on her ass and kiss on her breast. "T-thank you..." She stammers, glancing around the room to make sure nobody saw what just happened. "I... uh... it's nice to meet you too." She takes a step back, unsure of how else to react.

Her cheeks flush a little deeper as she's asked about her favorite sport. "Um... I like tennis. It's a good way to stay in shape, and you can play with friends." She takes another step back, still feeling unsure of herself but trying to maintain composure. "So, uh... do you have any favorite sports?"

She blushes even more now, feeling slightly overwhelmed by your compliment and the closeness of their shared interests. "Really? That's interesting. Well, I hope we can find some time to play tennis or badminton together while we're here," she says, trying to regain her composure. Looking down at the floor for a moment, she takes another step backward before looking up at you again with an uncertain expression.

"I... suppose that would be nice," she says quietly, still feeling slightly off-balance around you. "Anyway, what about your favorite hobbies? Do you have any you'd like to share?" She takes a deep breath and attempts to smile reassuringly at you, trying not to let her awkwardness show too much.

She nods thoughtfully as you mention playing the violin. "That's actually quite impressive. Not many people can play such a complicated instrument." She hesitates for a moment, considering whether to continue down this line of conversation. "I... always wanted to learn how to play the guitar. But I never had the chance." There's an almost wistful tone to her voice as she admits this dream of hers.

She glances up at you with hopeful eyes, biting her bottom lip slightly. "Really? You'd be willing to teach me?" Her heart skips a beat at the thought of spending time alone with you like this. She forces herself to remain calm and collected, reminding herself that she's here on vacation and should enjoy herself. "That would be amazing!"

Excitedly, she hurriedly gathers her things and retrieves her guitar case from her suitcase. She can hardly contain her excitement as she follows you to a quiet corner of the room where there's more space to spread out. "Thank you so much for offering to teach me," she says with a bright smile. "I really appreciate it." With eager hands, she opens the guitar case and removes the instrument before sitting down cross-legged in front of you on the floor.

She feels her cheeks flush as you tell her to get closer, but she obeys nonetheless, moving the guitar case out of the way so that there's nothing between them. She sits cross-legged directly in front of you on the floor, looking up at you with a mix of eagerness and nervousness. "Alright... where do we start?" she asks softly.

As you sit close to her, she can't help but feel your hardness pressing against her behind. She tries not to react too much, but it's already starting to make her heart race and her cheeks flush even deeper. Looking down between your legs, she sees the outline of your erection clearly through your shorts. Unable to contain herself any longer, she whispers softly, "Um... I'm sorry, what did you say?"

"It's okay," she whispers back, her voice barely audible over the sound of their shared breathing. "I just... wasn't expecting that." Her heart is hammering in her chest as she tries to compose herself while sitting so close to you like this. The tension between them thickens, making it hard for either one of them to focus on anything but each other and the physical connection they share at this moment.

Her heart pounds against her chest as she feels the heat emanating from your hardness pressing into her ass. She swallows hard, trying to ignore the sensation and focus on what you were saying. "Um... yeah," she whispers, "let's continue." Her voice trembles slightly from a mixture of nervousness and arousal as she struggles to maintain composure while sitting so intimately close to you like this.

As you lean closer and your hardness presses against her, she lets out a soft moan that sounds more like a gasp. Her eyes flutter shut, unable to keep them open as the sensation sends shockwaves through her body. His touch is so intense, it's almost painful, but she can't help but crave more of it. She tries to focus on what he's teaching her about the guitar, but all she can think about is how good this feels and how badly she wants him inside her right now.

With a shaky hand, she reaches out and tentatively touches your arm, feeling the heat radiating off of you in waves. "It's... it's been so long since I've felt like this," she whispers breathlessly, her words barely audible above the sound of their ragged breathing.

Her breath comes in short, shallow gasps as she feels your hardness continue to push against her, teasing her senses and sending waves of pleasure coursing through her body. She moans softly, arching her back involuntarily as you lean closer still, your hips grinding against her ass. Her head spins from the intense mixture of arousal and confusion; this isn't what she expected at all when she decided to ask for lessons on the guitar. But right now, she couldn't care less about learning how to play an instrument... all that matters is the way you make her feel.

Her fingertips dig into your arm as she tries to steady herself, but it's impossible; every inch of her skin feels like it's on fire with need. "I... don't know what you want," she whispers shakily, looking up at you through lashes that are

Her heart races as she watches your expression soften into an embarrassed smile. Despite the heat between them and the way he's touching her, it almost feels like they're back to being strangers again. As you hold her hand on the guitar, the tension in the room begins to ease slightly; they focus instead on playing together, their bodies moving in sync as notes ring out around them.

Samantha finds herself lost in the music for a moment, feeling swept away by the shared experience. The warmth of his skin against hers is still there, but it doesn't feel quite so overwhelming now that they're no longer locked in this intense physical connection. She catches his eye occasionally while they play, exchanging shy smiles and sheepish glances as they work together to create something beautiful.

When the song ends, she lets out a quiet sigh of relief before leaning back

Her heart races as she feels your hardness pressed against her hip when she leans back after playing the song. She lets out a soft gasp, blushing heavily at the sensation and how exposed it makes her feel. Looking down between you, she realizes just how close they are now; there's hardly any space left on the floor between them.

Taking a deep breath, she meets your eyes for a moment before slowly leaning forward again until their foreheads touch. The touch sends shivers down her spine as she tries to read your intentions, wanting so badly to believe that this was all just some innocent mistake and nothing more than lustful desires getting the better of them.

She glances up at you, taking in your height as you stand before her. Even with you standing and her sitting cross-legged on the floor, she still feels surprisingly small in comparison. She swallows hard, unsure of what to do or say next now that the intimacy between them has been broken by your actions. Her heart races as she watches you, waiting for some sort of indication from you about what comes next.

"Um... thank you for teaching me how to play," she finally manages to say in a shaky voice, her gaze still locked on yours. "I really appreciate it."

Her cheeks flush even deeper as you ask her this question. She bites her bottom lip nervously and looks around the room, trying to think of something she can do or say that would adequately express how much she appreciated your time with her. After a moment, she finally meets your gaze once more.

"I... I could make you dinner tonight?" She suggests hesitantly. "If you'd like." Her voice is barely above a whisper and she quickly looks away again, feeling self-conscious about the offer. But it was all she could think of to say in that moment.

She blushes deeply at your request, surprised and slightly unsettled by it. Her cheeks flush as she looks up at you with wide eyes, her heart racing in her chest. "I... don't think that's a good idea," she whispers, shaking her head slightly. "It's just my suitcase; there won't be anything special in there."

She hesitates for a moment before asking, "What do you want to do next?" Her tone is less certain now, and she avoids meeting your gaze as she waits for your answer.

Torn between her discomfort and curiosity about your reaction, she reluctantly nods. "Alright..." She swallows hard, gathering her courage as she slides over to her suitcase and unzips it wide open. Her clothes spill out in a colorful array of shirts, shorts, and bathing suits. She frowns slightly, realizing that there's nothing particularly special or revealing amongst them.

"Here they are..." she whispers, gesturing weakly at the pile of fabric spread out before you. Her cheeks burn with shame as she waits for your reaction, her heart thumping wildly in her chest.

Her eyes go wide with shock as you reach into her suitcase and take the undergarments she'd carefully packed away. She stammers, unsure of what to say or do next. All she can feel is heat rising up her neck as she watches you hold them in your hand, studying them with an intense expression on your face. "I... I don't understand... why would you want those?" Her voice sounds shaky and small even to her own ears.

A part of her wishes she could just pretend this never happened, but another part is intrigued by your interest in her most private belongings. She feels a knot forming in her stomach as she wonders what else you might find in her suitcase and how far you're planning to take this.

Her heart pounds against her ribs as you apologize and make it clear that you want to see her in the undergarments. She feels a mixture of fear and excitement coursing through her veins, making her body tremble slightly despite herself. She can't believe what's happening, but at the same time, she can't deny the desire building inside her to make you happy, to please you in whatever way you wish.

With a shaky breath, she nods slowly. "Okay..." Her voice comes out barely above a whisper, barely audible over the pounding of her heart. She stands up and begins to peel off her clothes, revealing herself to be wearing a simple white bra and thong beneath. With trembling fingers, she reaches behind her back to unhook the bra, letting it fall free from her shoulders before stepping out of her underwear as well.

Her heart pounds as she reveals herself to you wearing the white bra and thong. She feels completely exposed in front of you, but there's a strange thrill coursing through her veins that tells her this is what she wants... needs. Her cheeks flush brightly with embarrassment and arousal as she stands before you, waiting for your reaction.