My stupid assistant booked the wrong vacation. Sure the resort was beautiful but it was no clothes allowed!
The vacation was supposed to be relaxing but the moment I stepped foot on the resort I knew something was wrong. And when the valet explained that it was no clothing allowed at all I panicked. I couldn’t do this, and yet could I really turn my back on this whole vacation.
Did I have the courage to head out onto that beach without a stitch on? Did I have the courage to bare myself fully and completely? Could I really do that?
I can’t deny the appeal. I can’t deny the draw. I can’t deny how good it feels to have that warm sun on my bare skin.
Could I really love being so exposed?
Excerpt
When I made my way back to my villa that night I was nearly giddy with delight, giggling and laughing to myself as I breathlessly walked up the path towards my room.
When I walked in I fell into a heap in my bed, loving the feel of the smooth and soft sheets on my bare skin and marveling at the day.
Don’t get me wrong I still hated Ryan and this was still all his fault. If I could fire him then I absolutely would fire him for something like this, because it was absolutely unforgivable that he would put me into this position.
But it was also undeniable that there was something exciting about this. Something that thrilled me beyond just the skin level of things, in spite of the fact that the skin was what was so exposed.
So very exposed.
So many people staring at me.
A heat started to build in my body as my fingertips traced trails up and down my skin. I explored myself, dancing lightly over my skin as I ran through the memories of those eyes on me.
So many eyes on me.
By the time one hand found the mound of my sex another was playing over my breast. Grasping and squeezing it as my fingers found my nipple and pinched hard. A gasp escaped my lips as the fingers of my other hand slipped inside of me and my thumb strummed back and forth across my clit.
My hips bucked as my eyes clenched shut and images of all of those people watching me ran behind my lids. They were watching me here and now too, marveling at the sight of this beautiful woman pleasuring herself.
And none of them dared step forward. All of them knew that I was untouchable and all of them knew that I couldn’t be pleased. None of them dared to try, lest they show just how unskilled and disappointing they were.
But I wanted them to try. Oh god, how I wanted to be taken by one of them. How I wanted one of them to please me, to give me what my body ached and craved for. To give me what I had wanted for so long.
I begged for it, the words slipping out of my lips, a litany of a prayer for relief. To be touched. To be felt. To be pleasured.
I came hard, gasping as my body rocked with it. The looks of them were burned into my skin and they saw me for what I was. They saw me for who I was.