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Jenna could not believe she was really doing this. A male she had actually fulfilled online, but one she currently felt a connection to-- an elegant escort named Stefan.
Jenna pictured 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 easy going and flirtatious, however Jenna knew that they would soon be linked in the most intimate of methods.
As the plane touched down in paradise, Jenna's heart raced. After checking into 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, good-looking guy stood in the entrance, his muscular arms crossed in a casual but powerful stance, giving Jenna a friendly, knowing smile.
"Hey Stefan, come on in. It's nice to finally fulfill you," Jenna stated nervously, her face flushing as she stepped aside to let him into her haven.
Stefan walked in and started to walk around the bungalow, taking in the views of the glittering ocean, and the welcoming king-size bed that dominated the master bed room. Jenna could feel her heartbeat quicken as she viewed him wander with confidence around her temporary home.
"I hope it's to your taste. I actually wanted whatever to be best for us," she stammered, having fun with her hair as she spoke.
Stefan turned to face her and connected his hand, carefully tucking a hair of hair behind her ear. "It is more than perfect, Jenna. I can already inform that our time here will be incredible," he said, his voice relaxing and deep.
Prior to Jenna knew it, they were sharing supper and drinks on the beach, seeing the sun start to dip toward the horizon. Their discussion flowed quickly, both sharing stories and experiences, as they chuckled and took pleasure in each other's business. Jenna felt her tourist attraction for Stefan grows with each passing minute.
The sun lastly disappeared behind the horizon, leaving them alone with a glowing moon and a light sea breeze. Stefan stood and held out his hand to assist Jenna to her feet. As she understood his hand, she felt a thrill of excitement as his fingers intertwined with hers.
"Let's take a walk along the beach," he recommended with a warm smile.
Jenna nodded wordlessly as they roamed together along the shoreline. As they walked, ocean water lapped carefully at their bare feet, offering the best soundtrack to this romantic interlude. Stefan occasionally looked over at Jenna with a smile and after that back to the horizon, producing a sense of comfy silence in between them.
After a while, the set discovered themselves back at their cottage. With a flirty appearance, Stefan began to lead Jenna toward the open door, his strong hand never ever leaving her grip. As they crossed the threshold, Stefan stopped briefly, looking deeply into Jenna's eyes.
"Are you all set?" he asked, his voice hardly above a whisper.
Jenna took a deep breath, her body aching for him, and nodded. "Yes, I desire this," she responded, her voice shivering with anticipation.
Stefan led her to the bedroom, where he took the lead in undressing her gradually, with the inflammation of an enthusiast, and not with the voracity that typically dominated these types of encounters. He explored her body with his hands and mouth, awakening unidentified yearnings and desires within her.
She, in turn, undressed him, appreciating Stefan's toned body and manly grace. They rapidly fell under a rhythm of expedition and satisfaction, their mutual requirements increasing as the night extended on.
Stefan's fingers, lips, and tongue expertly directed Jenna through a labyrinth of enjoyment, taking her to heights she had never ever experienced prior to. Their intimate connection grew stronger as the hours passed, fueled by the envigorating mix of desire, trust, and carnal expedition.
As the very first light of day started to sneak into the space, whispering an end to their night of enthusiasm, Jenna knew that the sun would rise on a new chapter of her life. One filled with newfound desires and unrestrained expedition.
And Stefan? He would permanently be inscribed on her memory as a reminder of what could happen when you gambled on something unknown, only to find the supreme satisfaction that life had to provide.
Jenna felt her tourist attraction for Stefan grows with each passing minute.
Stefan stood up and held out his hand to assist Jenna to her feet. Stefan occasionally looked over at Jenna with a smile and then back to the horizon, developing a sense of comfy silence in between them.
With a flirtatious appearance, Stefan started to lead Jenna toward the open door, his strong hand never ever leaving her grip. As they crossed the threshold, Stefan stopped briefly, gazing deeply into Jenna's eyes.
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