Ennui

She is bored.

She throws the newspaper on the floor, then looks at the companion lying on the bed next to her. He sleeps, as always... he can sleep even on stones!

It's early afternoon and the pool is deserted, except for the two of them.

Why did he insist so much on a vacation together in that paradise-like place if he then ignored her? What good are all the gifts he gives her if he doesn't make her feel satisfied and valued as a woman?

She sighs. Lazily, she looks around until her gaze lands on a hotel waiter behind the bar counter.

A moment later, she notices that he is looking at her and returns the gaze.

She can see his body from the waist up, and it's clear that he is a very handsome guy. He has dark skin, curly hair, and broad shoulders. The curve of the pectorals can be seen under the clothes.

She feels like playing with it a bit.

Pretending to adjust her bra cups, she lowers them and for a moment reveals her nipples and dark areolas.

The boy's attention is caught, and now his gaze is magnetized to her.

She smiles. Yes, she likes this. It makes her feel alive.

She takes the sunscreen and starts applying it to her legs. When she reaches the inside of her thighs, she moves the bottom of her panties to the side, lies back, and spreads her thighs.

She feels the young man's gaze caressing her between her legs, she peers at him through her long, half-closed eyelashes. Yes, he is watching her. Immediately, she feels her vagina getting wet, preparing for a potential visitor.

It seems to her that the gaze caresses her like a breath of warm air. Her clitoris swells, and she can't resist the temptation to touch herself; she pretends to adjust her swimsuit but instead touches herself, then--now completely shameless--brings her hand to her mouth, licking her fingers. Now the game is on, every gesture she makes is meant to provoke. She brings the hand back between her thighs, then again to her mouth.

The boy's eyes are popping out of his head. With one hand he leans on the counter, the other is on his lower abdomen.

She looks around. Nothing moves. Then she looks at the man lying next to him. He is still sleeping.

She gets up and, swaying her hips, heads towards the pool facilities, a building just a few meters away. On the threshold, she turns and looks at the boy. Their gazes meet. It's an invitation to enter.

She goes first, opens the door to the women's bathroom and waits for a few moments. The boy arrives soon. One last glance to ensure no one sees them, then they close the door. The space is cramped: the toilet, the small sink, the two of them squeezed together.

She undresses him. With difficulty, she removes his service jacket. She caresses his hairless, muscular chest and broad shoulders, passing her mouth over his nipples. The hands loosen the belt and let the trousers fall to the ground. He isn't wearing underwear, and his long, thick cock rises up.

Her hands capture that scepter of flesh, probing it along its considerable length. They reach the black and wrinkled scrotum, then slide back down the cock. The black foreskin almost completely covers the glans, and with determination she begins to pull it back over the sensitive shaft with prominent veins, until the pale glans is revealed.

The boy is all tense like the string of a violin, she struggles to kneel and while still holding him with her hands at the base of the shaft, brings her mouth closer. She fully uncovers the glans and kisses it, then runs her tongue over the frenulum, and makes him shudder. She moistens that superb cock and tries to introduce it into her warm, saliva-soaked mouth. Thus the dance begins.

Her head quickly goes back and forth, and the boy leans against the wall, his hands pressed against it. He feels increasingly close to exploding.

But she doesn't make him cum, there are other intentions. She stands up again, the room is cramped, and when she moves, she brushes against the boy's body. She turns around, manages to lean her torso against the sink, and lowers her panties.

Then she reaches her hand behind and finds his cock, rubbing it first on the vagina, then between the buttocks, then again on the vagina. She aims and guides it with her hand, and feels the foreskin retracting as the penis gradually enters.

The boy takes the initiative and penetrates her forcefully. When the flesh scepter is in, she lets out a sigh of pleasure. Not too loud, otherwise they would hear her outside.

He pushes forcefully, her body jolts under the blows. She began to moan, almost a lament, first having a brief orgasm, followed almost immediately by a strong, shattering pleasure that left her dazed and continued for a long time.

She feels the contractions of the cock inside him, and she is still able to say, "No, no, not inside!"

With her hand, she pushes the boy's body away and takes the penis that has left her vagina. She runs the tip between her buttocks, on the little hole, masturbates him, and feels the seed bursting out forcefully under her hand. She counts three, maybe four shots that cover her buttocks and her back with the young man's semen.

Now she's in a hurry. She picks up her underwear, opens the door, checks that no one is around, gets dressed, goes out, and jumps into the pool.

She stays in the water until her breathing returns to normal, then she gets out and reaches the bed. She lies down, extends an arm, and shakes her husband.

"Dear, I'm thirsty, get me a Coke with ice."

Not even a glance towards the bar counter where the boy has resumed his shift.

She sighs... and closes her eyes.