Page 23 of Capri

I want to search for Capri without making it obvious. I stand to remove my shirt in one hasty pull before setting my sights on that body, orchestrated to perfection.

Holy shit. Capri has half her body plunged into the hot tub while the other half leans across the deck, soaking in the warm sun. Her eyes are closed, and her wet hair is slicked back.

Full tits spill out of the purple triangular fabric, and that thong strap rides high on her hips.

I want to play with my golden girl.

Without thinking twice, I stride in her direction, doing my best not to sneak up on her but hoping she can feel me near. Capri’s eyes open delicately, almost as if she was close to being asleep, and a small smile ghosts her lips.

“Hi,” she whispers in a raspy tone.

I make my way into the hot tub, watching in fascination as her eyes take in every square inch of my body. I may be much older than her, but I can run circles around young bucks.

I have the endurance to prove it.

“Water feel good?” I ask, settling myself across from her.

“Mhm,” Capri mumbles, and I soak in the lust of her tone.

I contemplate putting on a show for the guests around us or tossing her over my shoulder and taking her ass up to my cabin room.

Playing sounds more thrilling. Let’s cut to the chase.

“Come here, Capri.”

Her head lifts, and my eyes draw to the slenderness of her neck, looking honey bronzed and glistening. She draws her bottom lip into her mouth and pushes herself off the wall, her heavy breasts coasting the water.

Once she’s close enough, I reach for her, settling her on my lap and pulling her against me. I’m in tune with her body—I feel everything. The thin fabric between her legs slips up her center, causing the lips of her pussy to make contact with my bulging cock.

I know she feels it, too.

“I’m letting you take the lead, Jones. So what’re you gonna do about it?”Little vixen.

“How about you start with putting that smart mouth to better use?”

The grin that spreads across her face pleases me to no end. The light dusting of freckles spread evenly across her cheeks and the small beauty mark just slightly above her lip. Her perfectly shaped brows and pink lips that ease into the softest cupid’s bow.

She’s exquisite.

I know she sees me memorizing every detail. What can I say? I’m as analytical as it gets. After all, I only have a week to appreciate it.

“Happy to,” Capri breathes out, her eyes landing on my lips.

Come on, sweetheart…put your mouth on me.

She moves tauntingly slow, teasing the side of my neck with her touch, gently enough to drive me mad. “Like this?” she asks.

I groan. “Closer.”

Capri giggles, and my heart rate picks up. “You offering up your mouth, Captain?”

“Giving it to you freely, sweetheart.”

“Mmmm,” she moans, her eyes falling closed before throwing caution to the wind and taking my mouth.

She tastes like bad decisions. Decisions I know I’ll be cursing in the end.

Capri wraps her hands in my hair, pulling on the thick strands at my neck as our tongues collide. My hands latch onto the softness of her hips and grab tight, rocking myself against her. “Fuck. This body.”

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