Snowbunny Origins 1
[Photo by Jane Dubrov, Instagram @jane.dubrov]
~500 Word Erotica Challenge
Talia yawned, another day by the swimming pool at another resort she didn’t really want to be at. She stretched out her long, lithe form across the pool lounger, blonde hair falling through the slats of the lounger. Her husband Tab next to her was snoring, pale and boringly male, thinking he had won in life and unaware of her boredom, with the holiday and with him.
Tab felt a resort holiday was the ‘solution to every ill’, yet new places only provided a fresh setting for the same old story. The exciting flicker of their early years had run cold and the humidity only made it worse.
The sun momentarily passed behind the clouds, and an unexpected shiver crawled up Talia’s back, causing her to sit up, towel pulling a away from her chest, to look up. She sensed someone new had entered the adults only area, looking up as she realised it was a drinks server who put down a round of cocktails, not making a sound. The tall dark man’s appearance was sudden, unexpected, and too near. She pulled away, hesitated then waved back the cocktail, instead beckoning for a smoothie, arching her eyes up to make contact, his appearance intriguing her.
[Photo by Jane Dubrov, Instagram @jane.dubrov]
His eyes met hers, and she drew breath as she saw they were different in every way to her husbands. Calm, insistent, present and alive. The servers shadow stayed over her as he held their gaze, her lips opening to let out a small sigh. The server quietly unfurled an umbrella. As their eyes held the gaze, neither looking away the umbrellas shadow slowly crept up over Talia’s toes, moving up her leg, hiding her further from the other guests. As the umbrella rose and opened, the servers white shorts moved subtly, a rustling, a dark shape kicking up against his pale white shorts. Talia’s breath was caught, her eyes now falling to the servers middle, his manhoods great size forcing the fabric, black straining against white, holding her gaze.
Talia felt herself stir, a wetness start to melt her bikini bottoms, her legs shuffling against one another. She glanced away, checking, then back, this time her head coming close to their servers shorts as he tied the umbrella, slowly and silently.
Her nose tipped upwards, the server swaying closer, his manhood hardening further. Her pert pale breasts hardened, one nipple skipping out from the bikini, her body now turned to its stomach, exposing her pert white bum.
With resolve she reached forward with her left hand, her fingers passing past her oblivious husbands head to reach toward the server’s shorts, then dipping under and upwards, wrapping around the black penis, it pulsing in response, craving her soft welcoming touch.
The flicker of excitement back in her eye, her fingers curled, taking back her life and her passion with each jerk, the umbrella gently swaying back and forth, but this time, not from the breeze.
