Free Girls' Getaway: Miami (Find Your Fantasy) by Kate Eden Page B

tight ass as he walks away and wonder how many other women he will flirt with on his way down the beach. The thought doesn't make you jealous. He’s not yours. You’re not his. This thought is freeing. The promise of anonymous sex without any strings excites you even more.
    The waiter brings another drink and you settle back into the chair. The last thought you have before you close your eyes is that your girlfriend is a genius.
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    By the time you make it back to your suite, sand and sweat coat every inch of your skin. You had enough drinks to make your joints loose and your hips sway when you walk, but not enough that you’ve lost coordination. You’ve never felt more relaxed in your life.
    You give your friend a hug. Tell her how much you appreciate her. She holds on longer than most friendly hugs should last. Her touch lingers as you pull away. She puts a hand above your breasts. Her touch is cool against your fevered skin. “You got some sun,” she whispers. “I hope you didn’t burn.”
    You meet her eyes and tell her you just a need a shower and you’ll be good as new.
    She slowly removes her hand. Smiles. “Excellent idea.”
    As you walk away, you feel her gaze on you like a caress. You shrug it off because you’re too relaxed to worry about it. Plus, she’s a little drunk, too.
    You strip off the impossibly small bikini. The patches of skin it covered are pale compared to the rest of you. You admire this newly browned skin in the mirror.
    Now, you don’t pay attention the imperfections you noticed earlier. Your nipples have puckered in the air conditioned room. The pale areas your swimsuit covered act like picture frames around your pinkest parts—the ones the man at the beach wanted to put his mouth on. You run a hand down your torso and dip your fingers into the cleft between the lips. You’re not surprised to find yourself slick and ready. It’s been so long since you gave yourself pleasure that the prospect of doing it here in this paradise without the threat being discovered is too much to resist. You flip on the shower and wait for the water to get nice and steamy.
    The fog shrouds the glass doors, creating a private sanctuary for you. You get in and enjoy the cool water on your hot flesh. You want to come so bad that you have to fight the urge to just rub yourself off immediately. Your seductress reminds you that sensuality isn’t about getting off as fast as possible. It’s about savoring sensations. So you grab the jasmine scented soap from the dish and massage it into your skin.
     
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Shower for Two
    You aren’t surprised when the shower door opens. Your friend is naked and staring at you from the doorway. You don’t bother trying to cover your soapy breasts or your pussy, which is throbbing for release. Maybe you knew all along this would happen. Maybe you even wished it in your most secret moments.
    Or maybe the drinks and the seductive voice of your inner vixen are to blame for you being tempted by the forbidden.
    Regardless, when you see her standing there, you don’t freak out. You open your arms in invitation. Her body slicks against yours under the hot spray, and you groan with delight.
    You’ve never been with a woman before. Sure, there was the girl you kissed at the frat party your sophomore year. But that was a joke. A drunken stunt meant to capture the attention of the boys who hooted and hollered as they watched you.
    But there are no men around to impress now. Just two women craving a new adventure.
    “It’ll be our secret,” she whispers.
    When her lips touch yours, they’re soft and warm. Her tongue is wet and insistent. It’s not so different from kissing a man, except less … dominating. More sensual with her soft hands