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!