| Author: | JJ Stuart | ISBN: | 9781386244981 |
| Publisher: | JJ Stuart | Publication: | September 10, 2017 |
| Imprint: | Language: | English |
| Author: | JJ Stuart |
| ISBN: | 9781386244981 |
| Publisher: | JJ Stuart |
| Publication: | September 10, 2017 |
| Imprint: | |
| Language: | English |
Hotel Casa Bianca. Warm sunny beaches in the day, sultry private places by night. What happens when Cynthia, a tourist at the resort, and a married woman, meets for a late night encounter with a mysterious stranger she only just met?
Will she find that little bit of paradise every woman desires?
An excerpt from the story:
"I spot Cynthia, and my heart beats faster. She doesn’t see me, so I take a moment to observe her feminine form. Her rich dark hair is tousled and windblown. She is wearing a bikini top and floral wrap. I gaze at her heavy breasts from my secluded perch. I imagine how they feel in my hands. Her midriff is flat and bare. When she turns away, my gaze drifts to her rump. I spot her legs, shapely and well-formed, slipping between the slit in her floral wrap as she walks. I don’t know her age, but it doesn’t matter. She is beautiful. I watch as she stops next to the beach wall and turn her face towards the sea. The wind caresses her face and dances with her hair.
I detach from my perch in the shadows and make my way towards her. "
This is a stand alone short story from the mysterious stranger's POV, meant to stimulate your mind and your body.
Enjoy!
Hotel Casa Bianca. Warm sunny beaches in the day, sultry private places by night. What happens when Cynthia, a tourist at the resort, and a married woman, meets for a late night encounter with a mysterious stranger she only just met?
Will she find that little bit of paradise every woman desires?
An excerpt from the story:
"I spot Cynthia, and my heart beats faster. She doesn’t see me, so I take a moment to observe her feminine form. Her rich dark hair is tousled and windblown. She is wearing a bikini top and floral wrap. I gaze at her heavy breasts from my secluded perch. I imagine how they feel in my hands. Her midriff is flat and bare. When she turns away, my gaze drifts to her rump. I spot her legs, shapely and well-formed, slipping between the slit in her floral wrap as she walks. I don’t know her age, but it doesn’t matter. She is beautiful. I watch as she stops next to the beach wall and turn her face towards the sea. The wind caresses her face and dances with her hair.
I detach from my perch in the shadows and make my way towards her. "
This is a stand alone short story from the mysterious stranger's POV, meant to stimulate your mind and your body.
Enjoy!
