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Walking out of Cancun airport, the heat hit them like a wall. An odd foursome, two lithe, blonde hotties, a dashing guy, an unexpectedly sexy big girl, drew looks of lust from all directions. Laurie and Anna lead, Robin was right behind: big rock-star sunglasses, big floppy beach hat, big boobs bursting against the white, ruffled, off-shoulder top.

Chuck pulled up the rear watching Robin's runway walk: high heels and one foot crossing over the other, making her bodacious butt swing back and forth. He had to restrain himself from grabbing her thick, round booty and sneaking his fingers into her ass-crack and brushing against her sexily trimmed pussy. If he could have gotten her even almost alone, he would have had her bend over to bite her ass. Knowing that Robin was wearing a brand new, stretchy lace thong had him semi-hard since she had whispered that in his ear before the ride to the airport. While his mind drifted to sun, fun, and booze, every seven seconds it snapped back to sex -- with Robin. He couldn't understand his attraction.

Laurie was the full package: pretty face, trim figure with a little extra in the right places, and a friendly smile. Guys flocked to her, and she was dating him. Though, he admitted to himself, dating was really waiting -- waiting for her to not be busy with her friends, her nails, her phone or her social media accounts. Robin though, the idea of getting his hands around her thick tush, or burying his face between her strong, soft thighs, laying his head against her bosom and licking her nipples … his squirmed in his shorts as he tried to figure out why he found Robin irresistible.

Days before, Robin had conspired with Chuck. She had convinced him the best way to travel was with a carry-on and a backpack -- with the essentials. Beachwear, including bathing suit, hat, sunscreen, flip-flops, beach shirt, and a paperback book. She'd told him that she'd read about people who got to the hotel hours before the room was ready and either had to rummage through their luggage in the lobby to get what they needed or waste precious beach hours sitting at the bar and drinking. Chuck had thought the idea was smart, and had braved Laurie's taunting of being silly and taking too much stuff. Of course, his overhead carry-on was half the size and weight of hers, but he didn't bother to make the point. Laurie just wanted to be right.

Emerging from the terminal, Anna spotted her name printed landscape on a clipboard and the foursome hooked up with the transportation and got into the frosty cold minivan, selecting cold drinks from the cooler. The hotties had water. Chuck and Robin each grabbed a beer, clinked bottles, and drank. "To fun," toasted Chuck.
"And friends," added Robin.

At 1pm sharp, they stood in the lobby with their bags. A huge sculpture dominated the center of the open-air room. A massive teakwood bar with four full shelves of bottles was opposite the check-in. A coffee bar with snacks and a large lounge area with low coffee tables and comfortable chairs was off to the side. There was no need to print the word luxury -- the place was dripping with it.

Anna, the contest winner, went to the front desk to see about arrangements.
Laurie took selfies.
Chuck looked around. No cut off jeans, crappy sneakers or stupid sayings on shirts. It was golf shorts and tennis dresses, or bathing suits with sheer, but expensive, wraps. No matter where they were headed, they all looked swank.

"The rooms won't be ready until 4" Anna said, "but the front desk, will give us the wristbands that get us to the food and bar until the rooms are ready and we can unpack."
A short Mexican woman with a wide smile and brilliant teeth stepped out from behind the counter and attached the bright green bands.
"If you check back about four, your rooms should be ready then." She handed each a map of the property, showing five pools in different areas and the various snack bars and their hours of operation. "Enjoy your stay." She smiled and left.
"So," Anna asked, "what's the plan?"
"Cocktails," said Laurie nodding at the bar.
"Pool," said Robin, "Chuck and I have our suits and stuff in our backpacks."
Laurie scowled.
"Okay," Anna interrupted. "I want a tall, cold Caribbean drink right now. Laurie and I will get our gear after a drink. What pool should we meet you at?"
Robin pointed to the pool closest to the lobby. "Central pool. Sounds good."
As the girls were planning, Chuck rummaged through his backpack and can't find his board-shorts. "Shit," he muttered.
"What's the problem?"
"I can't find my shorts."
"Maybe they got mixed up with my stuff." Robin reached into her pack. Producing a pair of swim trunks with a bold with blue, yellow and green pattern; they looked smaller than his underwear. She handed them to Chuck.
"Oh," his face reddened, "thanks."
Compared to what he thought he's packed, the lack of coverage made him uncomfortable. Regardless, he grabbed his bag and went to the men's room to change.

Six minutes later, he stood in the lobby wearing long a half-buttoned blue, green and yellow Hawaiian shirt. The trunks coordinated, and though not as tight as he would have thought, still barely covered the tops of his thighs He was glad to have a baseball cap and sunglasses so that no one would recognize him.
Arching an eyebrow at his style, Anna smiled and nodded approvingly.
Laurie's expression was puzzled and grumpy.
Ignoring her, Chuck refused to let her buzz kill ruin his vacation. He vaguely wondered if they would still be dating be the end of the week.

Thirty seconds later, Robin appeared. She had been quick. In the stall, she stripped off everything then stepped into the bottoms, adjusted the thong so it rode properly in her butt crack, and adjusted the string sides so they were even. Putting on the top, she tied it behind her neck, loose enough that it didn't hurt, but high enough so that her boobs threatened to bust out and her cleavage was a trench.

Chuck looked her up and down and up again. He swallowed hard and tried to keep his cock under control. With the hat and glasses she was anonymous, but the black lace cover-up covered nothing, it only drew attention to her white and black polka dot bikini with the plunging halter and a high-waist thong.
Around the room, men and women smiled approvingly; the men because they thought she was hot -- the women because her brashness emboldened them all.
Laurie's eyes narrowed; her mouth was a slit in her face. "What are you doing dressed like that?"
Robin smiled radiantly and said through her teeth. "I'm having fun. No one knows either of us here. Just because I'm bigger doesn't mean I have to be prissy. Get over yourself and stop being such a bitch all the time. There are plenty of hotter looking chicks here than you, so have a couple of drinks and re-fucking-lax."

Turning toward the back of the lobby and the rest of the resort, Robin began her runway walk, which emphasized her big rump rumble.
Behind her, Chuck drooled. He wanted his hands and face and body all over her booty -- all over all of her. His cock stirred and the trunks yielded some. He hoped spots of pre-cum wouldn't show through the pattern.
Once they were on the path and shielded by the tropical jungle, Robin hesitated for a step until Chuck was even with her and boldly grabbed his hand.
"How about we go to the "Fun Pool" with the swim-up bar and hang there?
"Sounds good." Chuck just wanted a lounge chair, sunscreen, and a drink. "Though Anna and Laurie might not find us."
Dropping his hand, Robin stopped and looked over the top of his sunglasses. "Do you see anyone in there who cares? All Laurie does is give me shit, about everything. I'm here to have a good time, get some sun, have some fun, and get a little tipsy." Through his almost skimpy swimsuit, she firmly gripped his thickening cock. "Who knows, I might even get laid." She licked her lips, took his hand, and threaded under her cover-up and around her waist.
He pulled her closer so they were hip-to-hip.
Leaning over, his mouth to her ear, he whispered, "Getting laid is a given." He nibbled her earlobe.
She inhaled sharply, and turned toward him for a full-body hug. His cock pulsed against her.
"Someone happy to see me?"
He looked down. "Are you fucking joking? You're so fucking hot, I'm about to cum in my shorts." Hand behind her head, he brought her mouth to his for a tongue-twirling kiss.
Breathless, they broke off.
"Truth." Robin's voice was husky. "My thong is soaking wet and I might have some on my thighs."
Without bothering to look for people, he reached between her legs, ran his hand over her mound, and confirmed her excitement.
Robin shivered.
"We got to get to a pool, get some drinks, and put on sunscreen."
"Fuck, fuck, fuck," he said, "I have a raging hard-on. Everyone's going to see."
"I actually like the idea." Giving him a long squeeze, she kissed him again.
As Chuck adjusted himself, she smacked his ass.
He grunted.
She grinned. "You like that?"
"I'm not sure."
She smacked his ass harder.
"You keep that up I'm going to mess my shorts."
"It's an idea," she purred.
He slapped her ass. "What about you?"
"Mm, yeah. More later? I want to get to the pool. You know, you're gonna have to sunscreen me … all over."
"Fuck me woman." He adjusted a second time. "You're making me leak!"
"Fuck you I will." Robin smiled. "But while we're at the pool, I'm gonna play a little game."
"What's that?"
"Make Chuck cum."
Placing a big, juicy kiss deep into her cleavage he murmured, "Two can play at that game." Putting his arm around her waist, he pulled her closer and they resumed walking.

At the pool, there were plenty of good lounge chairs left and Chuck let Robin pick. Away from too many people, a nice umbrella, and just a swim away from the bar. Those who were there were late 20s to late 30s. Robin grabbed some resort towels and arranged the chairs.
"What do you want to drink?"
Thinking back to her favorite porn video, she replied, "I want a Pina Colada, half sugar, double rum," just like the girl in her favorite porn video.
And Chuck didn't roll his eyes -- instead they twinkled. "Coming right up, my dear." He turned to fetch the drinks.
Oh FUCK, she thought. Her pussy pulsed, her heart throbbed. He had said, "My dear." Fuck! He couldn't have meant it, obviously it was something said in the heat of the moment -- but he still said it. Robin watched his ass as he walked to the land-side of the bar and ordered drinks. As the guy mixed hers in the blender, he did a shot of something, chugged a cup of beer, and returned with her custom Pina Colada and a beer for himself.
"Here you go."
She took the drink and they touched plastic rims together. "To vacation," she said.
"Here, here!"
They lifted their cups and drank heartily.
"Okay," Robin said. "I'm on the verge of brain freeze, but I want one more. I'll buy this round," she winked, "and then you're going to have to put sunscreen on my ass."
Chuck's cock sprang. "You're such a she-devil." He sipped his beer. "And I love it." Another sip. "Fuck-all. You're going to make me cum my shorts, unless" another sip, "I make you cum first while I put lotion on your ass and thighs."
Downing her drink, she moistened her thong thinking about him rubbing her ass -- and getting between her legs. What a contest. Feeling a buzz coming on, but before the booze really hit her, Robin got up, shed her cover-up. Runway walking toward the bar, heads turned to watch her big, firm, bare ass sway from side.

Ordering, she looked over her shoulder and pointed at Chuck, indicating she wanted two of the same.
As the guy made the drinks, Chuck shed his hat and shirt. He stretched in the warm sun. Looking down, he saw that the blob of pre-cum had penetrated his swimsuit. As he was about to wipe it off, he decided to wait and let Robin do it.
Watching her every step as she returned, her smooth, thick thighs, narrow waist, and flared hips had his balls ready to burst. For the first time he noticed a flash of jewelry in her belly button.
She noticed how he stared and smiled broadly as she put down the drinks. "Shot and a beer for you my dear and a Pina Colada for me!"
Again they touched cup rims and drank.
Robin sat on the edge of the lounge chair facing Chuck.

Even though the thong had a high waist, when she leaned forward, she looked bottomless, except for the narrow patch of fabric covering her quim. He wanted to eat her up right there -- and said so.
"You have me so wet. I thought someone was going to say something."
"I have cum seeping through my shorts," he downed the tequila, "and I'm going to let you wipe if off."
Her eyes widened behind her sunglasses.
"Dirty boy."
"You have no idea. No. Idea." He smirked. "Just to be clear on the rules of our little game: it's the first one to get the other to actual orgasm wins. Pre-cum and wetness don't count."
"Agreed."
Robin took a slug of her drink, reached over, and rubbed his damp spot with her finger which only made him harder and wetter. Looking over the top of her glasses, she slowly put that finger in her mouth and sucked. "Mm."
"Dirty girl."
"No, I'm a good girl."

"So I'm the only dirty one here?"
She cocked her head and leaned back, hands spread wide to her sides, her belly jewel glittered in the sun. "So, what do I have to do to find out how dirty you are?" Biting her lower lip, Robin flipped her luxurious hair.
He sipped his beer, making her wait for his reply. Despite her dark glasses, his gaze probed her eyes.
Her pulse quickened and she tingled between her thighs.
"Stay close. All you gotta do is stay close and you'll find out how dirty I am."
Her pussy pulsed.

"I bet," she gulped her drink, "you say that to all the girls."
"Nope," he shot back. "I've never said that to anyone -- ever."
Her head swirled, partly because of the booze, but mostly because Chuck was word-fucking her mind. The way he said what he said made her want to jump his bones and fuck him into a sex c*** -- literally. Robin imagined pushing him down on the lounge chair, putting a hand on his chest, and pinning him while pulling her thong aside and mounting him, right there, at the pool, recklessly not caring who watched. She leaned forward.
Standing, Chuck's bulge was inches from her mouth. He tipped his head and finished his beer.
Quickly, she leaned forward, moving her hair so that it covered the side of her face like a curtain and opened her mouth. Sucking the wet spot, she gently squeezed his cock-head between her teeth.
"You want another?" Chuck's voice was husky; the lump in his shorts prominent.
"Sure," Robin agreed quickly.
Collecting the empty cups, he said, "I'll be right back. Get the lotion out. We need to get sunscreen on that sweet ass of yours."
Watching his cute ass walk toward the bar, her heart was in her throat. Every phrase from him felt like a lick on her nipple. Her pussy was primed and she wasn't sure she could survive his sunscreen application without cumming. Ha, she thought: trying to hold back an orgasm while a sweet, hunky, horny, dirty(?) guy rubbed her bare ass by the pool, in the sun, with drinks, at a Mexican vacation resort: Best. Problem. Ever.

As the blender at the bar roared, Robin stood and took the sunscreen from her backpack. After spreading the hotel towel on the lounge, she pulled her mane over her left shoulder, and lay face down and felt the warm sun warm her bare ass. Having gotten up early and the pool being fairly quite and a buzz going after only a light breakfast and a quick couple of stiff drinks, she closed her eyes and drifted. Slowly breathing, she was on a crowded flight sitting next to Chuck . He whispered in her ear and nibbled her earlobe and made her wet and giggly.

And when she opened one eye, he was staring at her.
"Hey sexy, I brought your drink," he whispered. "And I have to get some lotion on that fine ass of yours. We can't have it getting burned. Sitting would be a bitch for the next week."
He put a shot and a beer on the table, leaned over, and kissed her passionately. Her head was sleepy, her body aroused, and in that state, he could have done anything he wanted, any where he wanted with her -- and she would have enjoyed every minute. Dirty, crazy, outrageous even, Robin trusted he desired mutual pleasure, that he truly cared for her, and she was safe with him.
He put the straw to her lips.
Two long sucks and half the drink was gone.

"You okay?"
"Wonderful."
"Mm, you look it."
She heard the top pop open.
"This could be a cool, but I have to be thorough."
Eyes closed, there was a long pause before the lotion hit her shoulders. His hands were strong and firm and sensual and -- dare she think it -- loving? Robin sensed he was standing in front of her and as he worked his way down her back, he straddled the lounge. His crotch couldn't have been more than 8 inches above her head. She messed with her hair and let her fingers run up the inside of his thigh, and into his swimsuit where her fingernails ran over his balls.
"So," he whispered, "that's the way it's going to be, huh?" He squirted a glob of sunscreen on her ass. "Well then, game on."

Chuck started on her left, first just spreading, then working it in. Purposefully, he slid his fingers under the fabric at the top of her butt. His cock throbbed. Pre-cum leaked and cooled as the stain surely spread. She would have to take care of that later, he thought, as he rubbed. After pausing for more sunscreen, he pushed his fingers under the "T" of her thong then pushed her thick and juicy thighs apart. Down he went, under the bathing suit deep in her crack. Smooth and hairless, he rubbed slowly as he went over her brown bud.
She hissed and quivered and wiggled her butt.
Unsure if she wanted his finger in her ass, he continued, his hand going further south until he reached her steaming, wet, trimmed pussy.
Her body vibrated as she let out a long throaty purr. Reaching for her drink, took a long sip from the straw, and placed it under the lounge chair where she could easily reach it.

His hands were strong and while he spread the lotion, he kneaded her ass.
Her breathing was short and shallow, her smile made her cheeks sore.
And he kept going, slowly, thoroughly touching and teasing every nerve. Sipping her drink did nothing to squelch the fire smoldering in her snatch. Fuck, oh fuck, she thought, his hands are magic.
"Don't stop."
"Wasn't gonna." He stood straight for a long gulp of beer.
Robin looked up; his bulge was at eye-level. She was tempted to pop him out and into her mouth. "Nice view."
He smirked and took another gulp. "I'm not done yet."

Standing over her, he could only reach the back of her knee before he started on her right side. The same again: fingers slipped under her thong, deep into her ass crack. Slowly and firmly over her asshole, he felt her quiver. His cock twitched and dripped. Chuck had never been on edge for so long, but holy fuck, he wanted his dick in her, on her, wherever she would have it. He rubbed her hips, the inside of her thighs, and her big sexy ass, enough that he thought he might cum and it would drip on her back. As he massaged her thickness, he wondered if he came on her, would he would rub it in or lick it off.

"Chuck?"
"Yeah?"
"I'm done."
"Huh?" Completely confused, he stepped back and drained his beer. "What do you mean."
She pushed herself up on her elbows, showing him her copious cleavage. Robin motioned for him to come closer.
He squatted.
Looking over the top of her sunglasses, she looked him in the eye. "You win. I can't take another minute. I swear I'm about to fucking cum. I need another drink and I need your cock inside me. Please, get me a drink and meet me over in the shady part of the pool. We're going to be the playful, intimate couple, but I'm going to push my thong aside, and you're stick your lovely cock inside me."
Chuck sighed. "Fuck, yeah, that's a plan." He cleared his throat. "Two things."
"Name them."
"Our contest is a draw."
"Done."
"Squeeze me."
Reaching out she grabbed his cock and balls, hard enough to make him grunt. "Don't worry, there's a lot softer loving coming your way." Getting up she grabbed to towels and walked to the shaded part of the pool.
Chuck, unable to hide his hard on, thought, fuck it, and went to get the drinks. Smiling at the bartender, the guy had him set up with a shot before making the drink and Chuck winked, said "gracias" and slipped him a few bucks. Not that it was required at an all inclusive resort, but he couldn't help himself. It was a thing with him: he had to tip the staff. They all worked hard.

He returned with a beer, a double Pina Colada, and a solid erection.
In a deeply shaded area, Robin lounged on the pool stairs, waist deep in the water.
Thighs spread wider than usual, Chuck sat on the edge of the pool with their drinks.
She made her way over, where he hand her the plastic cup with her drink.
Touching rims, they said, "Salud," in unison.
After big gulps, Chuck said, "Let me taste yours."
Batting her eyes, Robin pressed her arms inward forcing her boobs up, making her cleavage even deeper. "Of course you can taste, but have a sip of my drink first."
"Fuck," he took her cup. "Do you have any idea what you're doing to me?"
"No, but I know what I want to do with you."
As he sipped the Pina Colada, she turned, bent forward and grabbed her own ass -- and wiggled.
Though well buzzed, his dick ached from being hard for so long. His balls wanted release and his cock a 10 minute rest.
"Why don't you leave the drinks and slip into me, I mean, in the pool with me." She'd meant what she said the first time. Had they been assigned a room, Robin figured she'd be on her third drink and her sixth orgasm. But they didn't, yet.

The crowd thinned as there were games with prizes at the next pool over.
She d****d her arms around his neck.
He grabbed her firm, soft hips.
Moving in tandem, Robin discreetly let one arm drop into the water. She grabbed his pulsing cock and slipped it out of the short leg of his swimsuit.
He inhaled sharply with pleasure.
Carefully, she moved her thong aside. Grasping his cock again, she rubbed it on her clit, and thrust her hips forward, taking him inside with a single stroke. Her eyes popped open. Chuck's cock was about average in length, but thick, and his plump purple mushroom hit just the right spot. Pulling his body closer, she put her face in his neck, entwined her fingers in his hair. "Don't move, let me do the work." Subtly flexing her abs, she rode his cock. With her free hand, she scratched his back. Pressing her mouth to his ear, she spoke with rhythmic breathlessness.
"Your … cock … is … so … fucking … wonderful." Her hips still moving, she pulled his hair tipping his head back, and kissed him deeply.

When they broke, Chuck looked deep into her eyes. "Fuck, Robin. What is it about you girl? You're so fucking sexy, you feel so fucking good, and you're so fucking fun."
"Fucking fun?"
"Yeah. Fun to fuck, and fun to be with."
Her hips moved faster. Her heart soared. "Fun?"
"Yeah damn it." His tone was puzzled as if he was didn't understand why she would question his statement. "You're funny and cool and relaxed and sexy as hell."
"You think so?"
"Really girl? You're asking me after you know you've had me hard and wet all afternoon and now my cock is in your sweet pussy?"
"Just checking," she smirked.
"Check this. I'm about to shoot a hot wad deep inside you."
"What's stopping you?"
His lower body tensed.
Her cunt grabbed his cock.
Each felt the other pulse on the verge of orgasm.
She dug her nails into his back and scratched.
His fingers sunk into her fleshy hips.
Together they grunted, drawing only a quick glance from the bartender and another couple.
Chuck shot one, two, three massive loads deep inside her.
Her clit twitched and his cockhead's deep ridge stroked her g-spot sending her over the edge. She buried her face neck and clenched down with her teeth to keep from crying out from the hottest, sexiest, most earth-shattering orgasm she had ever had.
She kept her face at his neck, and they clung together trying to get their breathing back to normal and pretending to the others they hadn't fucked in the pool.

Slowly, they parted, readjusted their own swimsuits, and made their way back to their drinks to finish them quickly.
"One more round?"
"Who's buying," she asked. "I would, but I think cum will be running down my leg and honestly, I'd prefer not to."
"I will." He adjusted his shorts. "I'm sure I have a cum stain , but I don't fucking care. I'll do it."
Chuck swam across, heaved himself over the edge to the deck, and ordered drinks at the bar.
It was all she could do to not bite her knuckle. His ass, his cock, his whole physique, his personality, his kinkiness, his kindness -- treating her like a real girlfriend … oh fuck, oh fuck oh fuck, she thought. I can't fall for him. He's too … perfect. And he's going to break my heart.

From across the pool, she saw the deep red scratch marks on his back. And when he came back, the hickey on his neck was obvious.
Touching rims again, they drank.
She pulled the straw out and gulped from the cup.
He did a shot and chased it with half a beer.
"You know," she said, her voice sex-sleepy and a little tipsy, "I can see marks on your back."
"Fuck it. I must have stumbled off the path after having one too many."

Robin covered her mouth in surprise. She hadn't thought ahead, she hadn't thought that going to the pool with Chuck was going to end with mind-blowing, porn-worthy sex either. But already Chuck had an excuse in mind. Whoa! Of course, what was he going to say? Laurie was the one to invite them both on this vacation.

They got out of the pool, dried off then dressed: shirt for him, hat and cover up for her, and flip flops for both. He reached into his backpack and pulled out his phone to check the time. 3:45, five missed calls, eight text messages from Laurie and Anna. Even without the details, he knew they were pissed, or at least Laurie was.

They met Laurie and Anna fifteen feet outside the lobby.
"We've been calling you," Laurie hissed. Anna stood behind her, hands on her hips, scowling.
Chuck figured Anna was pissed because Laurie was pissed and that kind of tempest could rain on any parade.
"Where the fuck have you two been?"
"Pool." Chuck hiccupped. "Drinking."
Laurie punched him in the shoulder.
"Damn it! I've been looking for you for half an hour! Why didn't you answer your phone?"
A little unsteady, he said, "Half an hour? Call the Federales!"
Robin suppressed a giggle. The effort forced a glob of cum into her bathing suit, and, it being a thong, overflowed quickly. Her inner thigh got slick and sticky. While the others were occupied, she covertly scooped his load with two fingers.
He shook his head. "I thought maybe some vacation and a couple of drinks would have relaxed you a little."
No place to hide his wad, she turned her head, and stuck her fingers in her mouth, sucking Chuck's cum onto her tongue.
Laurie fumed. "I was waiting for you two so we could all get to our rooms and Anna and I could get our bathing suits on and get some sun as well."
Rolling his deposit around her mouth, her pussy warmed. She wondered how long it would be before another leak.
"Sure," he said; his tone was: what-fucking-ever.
Still angry, Laurie turned and quickly walked toward their luggage; Anna tried to keep up. Self conscious of her giga-jiggle when jogging, Robin's gait was brisk. Chuck followed, leering like a wolf.

They grabbed their luggage, Laurie insisting Chuck take hers and Robin insisting that she help Chuck. Using the map, Laurie lead them to their rooms. Putting down their gear in the hallway, Laurie turned to Chuck.
"You know, I'm still fucking pissed at you for taking off like that."
"You know," Chuck shot back, "I'm pissed at you for being so fucking petty."
Anna and Robin looked at each other in surprise.
"You're drunk." Laurie glared at him.
"You're not drunk enough."
"You know, I don't want to even see you tonight. I'm gonna stay with Anna. You can sleep with my sister."
"Fine," he growled. "I will."
They divided the luggage, Laurie and Anna in one room, Chuck and Robin in the other.

When the door closed behind them, Chuck grinned and bolted the door.
Puzzled, Robin scrunched her face. Suddenly, he didn't look drunk or annoyed, he looked happy.
He stepped toward her and tossed his shirt into the bed. "Well," he said with a wink. "You heard her. She said, 'You can sleep with my sister'. And everyone tells me I always do what she says. So," he stepped closer, "why don't I slowly undress you and we can get into the shower together and get the chlorine off before a little siesta."
Robin's jaw dropped; her heart fluttered. "You planned this?"

He smirked and shrugged and undid her bikini top, letting it fall to the floor. He gazed. Her nipples were were much darker than her skin and right now they were pert and hard. He grazed them with his finger tips.
She inhaled sharply; her eyes closed. She felt his hand between her thighs and then under her thong. Fingers gently parting her and dipping inside. She trembled, gulped, and put her hands on his shoulders. Her breathing was quick and shallow.
Her juices flowed and when his knuckles were covered, he slowly withdrew.
The tiniest whimper escaped her lips.
He watched her big, ripe bosom rise and fall with expectation. Fingers slick, he rubbed her left nipple first.
Her body vibrated from the inside out.
Then the right nipple.

Her thong was soaking. Beautiful torture, she thought, but too much more and she was gonna cum.
Fondling her heavy breasts, Chuck kissed and bit each nipple.
She groaned, conflicted, not knowing what she wanted him to do. He'd already shown her a smorgasbord of tantalizing tricks and wasn't sure if she should ask him to fuck her or let him continue with whatever he desired. The heat between her legs went from sizzle to wildfire and her knees wobbled.
Robin opened her eyes. "I can't stand," she said in a whisper.
"What can't you stand?"
"No, more, please, please, please more -- I just can't stand. My knees."
"Oh, I see." His tone was playful. Taking her by the hand, he lead her into the bathroom and stripped off her thong. Picking it up from the floor, he presented the thick, sticky glob inside. "Gonna have to wash that, Babydoll." He flung it into the sink.

Her fluttered, he had called her 'Babydoll,' like 40s movie star -- where women had hips and tits and curves. This, she thought, is a man so good, so sweet, so dirty, so sexy, that I could just give myself over to him and know everything would be wonderful. At least, it's what she felt, but her brain … what if he was using her to get back at Laurie.
He turned her to face the mirror and from behind he reached over one shoulder and hefted one breast, kneading her nipple.

Robin gasped. Electricity jumped from her nipples and made her clit swell. His touch, his words, the way he looked at her, the way he treated her like a lover made her body pulse and her will become whatever he desired.
He wound his other arm around her waist until his hand cupped her desperate mound.
She panted. "I love this, but I have to sit!"
He turned her again.
"Get up, sit on the counter and pull your heels against your ass."

Clouded with lust and sex and disbelief, she did what he said, her back against the mirror, legs folded, knees wide and completely exposed.
As he stripped his shorts off, Robin watched his cock bounce. The tip glistening with precum looked tasty. She reached out, got a drop, and put it in her mouth an exaggerated finger suck.

Looking between her spread thighs, he admired her well-tended bush. The short, dark hair glistened, her pink beauty on display. Unable to resist, Chuck dropped to one knee. With his fingertips, he spread her flower and pressed the flat of his tongue on her bud.
An unnamed guttural sound escaped her throat.
He slurped her nectar.
She trembled then slipped one heel off the counter and hooked her knee over his shoulder.
He French-kissed her pussy, tasting all of her.
Robin grabbed the counter's edge, panting heavily, her body quaking violently. Managing to get the other leg over his shoulder, her hard beat like a drum. Her eyes fluttered, her head swam: she was high with pleasure.

Mouth firmly planted on her sex, he reached around her thighs and brushed her hips with his fingertips.
Gasping, she quivered; he loved her explicit and uninhibited reaction.
Moving his hands upward, his goal was to tweak her nipples, but he felt her warm, sumptuous skin press against his ears. Placing his hands on her thighs, he pushed inward.
Her jaw dropped.
His cock ached and bounced and dripped as they explored one another.
"Fuck me." Her voice was loud, her tone determined. She spread her legs to release his head. "Fuck me now you hot fucker. Get that lovely, hot cock inside me!"
He lapped again, making her grunt then grab him by the hair and pull him up.
She stared at his handsome face, covered with her special sauce, wondering if the whole thing was a dream. Fact or fiction, she couldn't stop. "Stick that cock inside me or one of us is going to regret it."
"What does that mean?" He stood.
Robin giggled her curves rippling. "I have no fucking idea." Her expression tender: "I just want you to fuck me, please, fuck me." Make love to me, she thought.

Wordlessly, he stepped forward, root in hand and rubbed his plum on her clit, mixing their anticipation.
Robin panted as his cock slowly filled her. Every bump and ridge made her tingle. A lump in her throat, she could barely breathe. The lusty look in his eyes primal; the way he read her body and alternated between firm and gentle, rapid and relaxed showing her that he cared. And that he cared made it all that more intense. Reaching between her knees, she tweaked his nipples and got him to moan.

"Ohhh Babydoll, that's good." Nipple play was new -- and arousing. Her pussy grabbed his cock and pulled him in. As he pumped, he stared at Robin, amazed at her beauty. Pretty face, sweet smile, smooth skin, and thick, sweeping curves made him drip with desire. For a moment his mind drifted and imagined the beautiful view of her large and lovely butt he'd have when he had her on hands and knees and was fucking her from behind. His load building, his pace quickened and his balls banged her asshole.

Her soft moans became elongated groans of pleasure and encouragement were amplified by the acoustics of the bathroom.
Gritting his teeth, "I'm gonna cum." The load gathered in his balls as they contracted.
Robin's groans became urgent, higher pitched and more frequent. Then she went quiet and shrieked, "I'm cumming! Don't stop! I'm cumming!"

Her pussy became tighter and slicker. Hot jizz rose through his core. Blood rushed from his brain and Chuck exploded deep inside her. Hot jets of cum pulsed from his hard on. Had he not been inside her, he thought his would have shot across the room. Though he stopped thrusting, Robin's quim sucked his load from his cock. Jet after jet he spurted into her.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, FUCK! OH FUCK!" She wailed and groaned and grunted. The stone and tile bathroom echoed with her horny howls.
He stood, his cock still pulsing inside her. Watching her breasts heave, he reached out cupped each one tenderly.
Robin shuddered under his touch, her pussy squeezing his relaxing rod. Neither moved. Robin gripped the counter; Chuck caressed her broad hills and valleys.
Tremors to his touch were involuntary. She couldn't think; she couldn't think about thinking. She realized she barely knew the day or time or anything, except Chuck just rocked her into another world.

As their breathing returned to normal, Chuck stepped back, shuttered, and watched their sex goo drip onto the floor. A sly grin crossed his face. "Hey Babydoll," he whispered, "we're good at this -- very good." He winked. "How about a nap."
"Are we going to sleep?"
"Mm, I think I will. We were up early and I'm on vacation, so I think I want to stay up late tonight."
"Doing what?" Her tone was coy.
"A little of this, and maybe a lot of that."
"Oh," she replied lifting an eyebrow. "Sounds divine."