#futafel

Still lost in that first glance, it’s one of those times your brain is taking so much stimuli, everything seems to slow down, and a minute feels like thirty. Her unusual self doesn’t call your attention. Grey and white fur moving in the wind. crimson red hair, gleaming indigo under her hat. No, It’s what she’s wearing.  You can see she dressed with a purpose. Three stripes, contouring her plump, watermelon sized breasts. You couldn’t think of a better way to describe em. Pasties for modesty, and a humbling seethrough coverup holding her whole flesh together. She wants to show her stripes. She’s confident. She’s strong. At the next heartbeat, your eyes crawl the ladder of stripes on her waist, and see what has been intriguing you, since you first got to the hotel, and saw her bringing a couple to her room, wearing something similar, if not smaller, all this, just two doors away from your own. You’ve seen her many times, in fact. Everytime, with different people. Men, women, everything around and in between, old, young, sometimes even the staff, in their pristine white uniforms, all wrinkled and out of place. Everyone coming in and out of the room. She’s sometimes in swimwear, sometimes only in a hand-sized towel. It looks tight, and heavy. But at the same time springy, and soft, in that yellow thong hanging from her big, protuding hips. It moves ever so slightly with each breath she takes. You and your wife wanted to spend this vacation at an adult-only hotel, which generally means mostly old people and honeymooners, but this one in particular had great reviews. It is also queer-friendly, so you knew what to expect, but she... she was just beyond any expectation. You hesitate when you think of her as a girl, after all... look at that thing. But everyone treats her like any other woman, so you know that’s what she chose. And i mean everyone. The guests, the staff, the man selling string wristbands and necklaces at the beach.  You start thinking how your kids would be like. And how you would introduce her to your parents. You know, the typical stuff everyone thinks of, but it’s too scared to talk about when they first check someone out. And then you come back to your senses. You’re in fact happily married, and so is she, or so they say. You see her having steak and bacon for breakfast every morning at the buffet. “She’s “la insaciable”, the waiter, a local, tells you. “She’s a local that comes to this hotel and stays for a month or so when it’s low season, she and her husband are in a “modern relationship”, you know? He says whispering, as he winks. You, in fact, heard about her before. Your cousin, the one that came to this very hotel for his honeymoon last year told you about them, and sparing the details, told you how one night with them changed their sex lives. You thought of them an odd couple, swingers even, and that you’d never try something that outlandish. And yet there you are, staring. You’re picturing having sex with her now. Typical. You’re worried now, you’ve never been with someone with a penis before. You wonder if it’s as easy as the porn makes it look, but in the back of your head you know that’s fantasy. Perhaps you can stay away from any penetration. How would sucking her off be like? You’ve never thought about such a thing... you never thought you will.  “Hey neighbor, have you thought about it? what do you say?” You flinch. She’s looking at you. not your eyes, at you. Her chest gives a little hop, as she arches her back to stretch. you look her in the eye, and a tiny smile curls up her cheek. Her bulge starts bouncing a bit, as she grabs the strap of her thong and gives it a couple turns. “Your wife is already in the room, don’t keep her waiting”.