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Jenna couldn't think she was actually doing this. A man she 'd satisfied online, however one she currently felt a connection to-- an elegant escort called Stefan.
Jenna envisioned his strong arms around her, the sensation of his breath on her neck as he whispered sweet nothings in her ear. Their interactions had actually been lighthearted and flirtatious, but Jenna knew that they would soon be linked in the most intimate of ways.
As the plane touched down in paradise, Jenna's heart raced. After checking out the resort and dropping her bags off in her gorgeous cottage, she heard a knock at the door.
" Night, Jenna. I'm Stefan."
A high, handsome man stood in the entrance, his muscular arms crossed in a casual however effective position, giving Jenna a friendly, knowing smile.
"Hi there Stefan, come on in. It's great to finally satisfy you," Jenna stated nervously, her face flushing as she stepped aside to let him into her sanctuary.
Stefan walked in and started to stroll around the cottage, taking in the views of the glittering ocean, and the welcoming king-size bed that dominated the bedroom. Jenna might feel her heartbeat quicken as she saw him roam confidently around her short-lived house.
"I hope it's to your taste. I actually wanted everything to be best for us," she stammered, having fun with her hair as she spoke.
Stefan turned to face her and connected his hand, gently tucking a hair of hair behind her ear. "It is more than best, Jenna. I can already tell that our time here will be amazing," he said, his voice soothing and deep.
Before Jenna knew it, they were sharing dinner and drinks on the beach, enjoying the sun start to dip toward the horizon. Their conversation streamed easily, both sharing experiences and stories, as they chuckled and delighted in each other's company. Jenna felt her destination for Stefan grows with each passing minute.
The sun lastly vanished behind the horizon, leaving them alone with a light sea and a glowing moon breeze. Stefan stood and held out his hand to help Jenna to her feet. As she grasped his hand, she felt a thrill of excitement as his fingers linked with hers.
"Let's walk along the beach," he suggested with a warm smile.
Jenna nodded wordlessly as they roamed hand-in-hand along the coastline. As they strolled, ocean water lapped gently at their bare feet, supplying the ideal soundtrack to this romantic interlude. Stefan occasionally examined at Jenna with a smile and after that back to the horizon, developing a sense of comfy silence in between them.
After a while, the set found themselves back at their cottage. With a flirty look, Stefan began to lead Jenna toward the open door, his strong hand never ever leaving her grip. As they crossed the threshold, Stefan paused, gazing deeply into Jenna's eyes.
"Are you all set?" he asked, his voice hardly above a whisper.
Jenna took a deep breath, her body hurting for him, and nodded. "Yes, I want this," she responded, her voice trembling with anticipation.
Stefan led her to the bedroom, where he took the lead in undressing her slowly, with the tenderness of a fan, and not with the voracity that often dominated these types of encounters. He explored her body with his hands and mouth, awakening unidentified cravings and desires within her.
She, in turn, undressed him, valuing Stefan's toned body and manly grace. They rapidly fell into a rhythm of exploration and satisfaction, their shared needs increasing as the night stretched on.
Stefan's fingers, lips, and tongue skillfully directed Jenna through a labyrinth of enjoyment, taking her to heights she had never experienced prior to. Their intimate connection grew stronger as the hours passed, sustained by the intoxicating combination of desire, trust, and carnal expedition.
As the very first light of day started to sneak into the room, whispering an end to their night of enthusiasm, Jenna understood that the sun would rise on a new chapter of her life. One filled with newfound desires and unrestrained expedition.
And Stefan? He would forever be imprinted on her memory as a reminder of what could occur when you gambled on something unidentified, only to find the ultimate satisfaction that life needed to provide.
Jenna felt her destination for Stefan grows with each passing minute.
Stefan stood up and held out his hand to help Jenna to her feet. Stefan occasionally looked over at Jenna with a smile and then back to the horizon, producing a sense of comfy silence in between them.
With a flirtatious look, Stefan began to lead Jenna toward the open door, his strong hand never leaving her grip. As they crossed the limit, Stefan stopped briefly, staring deeply into Jenna's eyes.
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