Chapter 2: Building Tension
A quick breakfast, a jog around the resort, a quick workout and Sam was feeling better than he had in years.
Where better to enjoy the fruits of your physique than showing them off by the pool?
And then he saw her, reclining like a siren by the water; sunbathing in a barely-there bikini top that left little to the imagination. It was Cassandra – the sexy momma from last night. She looked even more tempting under the sun.
Her luscious curves beckoned Sam, calling his name with an insatiable hunger. Their connection was undeniable, drawing him inexorably toward her. With a wicked grin, he stripped down to his swim trunks and dove into the cool water.
Being underwater was the only period of reprieve from the intense feelings that came with being close to Cassandra after last night.
He steadied himself and when he felt calm again, he surfaced only to see Cassandra staring at him with a gleam in her eye.
She was lounging on a beach chair with her straw blonde hair tied in a loose messy bun on top of her head. Her sunglasses were dark but her face gave away what her concealed eyes sought.
The way she watched him with an amused glint spoke volumes about the lust she harbored for him. The pool water rippled as Sam swam closer to her. The wet fabric clinging to his skin did nothing to hide the excitement swelling within him.
"Looking good there, boy toy," Cassandra teased as his eyes locked onto her voluptuous chest. “I’ve got a job for you, young man. My husband’s fucked off for the day to god knows where and I need someone to help me apply my tanning oil so I get a good sizzle, can you help me with that?”
Cassandra said in an endearing tone.
Sam's jaw hung open. He couldn't believe what he was hearing. This beautiful vixen wanted to make out with him?! But he wasn't about to pass up such an opportunity. "I'd love to lend you a hand," he stammered, taking a step closer to her.
As Sam approached, she slowly lifted herself onto her elbows. Her body shimmered under the sunlight, each curve accentuated by the golden glow. He could tell she was in good shape under her sundress last night but seeing her body now, she was all the best kinds of curvy, athletic, muscular, tan and sexy out together in one tight, tan, lean body. She passed him the bottle of oil, put her shades back on and laid down on her back, “do my front first, ok love?”
Sam accepted and poured a generous puddle of the thick, transparent amber oil onto Cassandra’s tight, sunkissed abs.
He ran his fingers over her stomach, tracing lines across her washboard midsection. Every caress of his fingertips against her soft skin caused a tingle of pleasure to shoot up his arm and send a rush of desire coursing through every inch of his body. Cassandra let out a low moan, encouraging him to continue.
“You sure know how to touch a girl, don’t you?” she purred, closing her eyes and arching her back slightly.
Sam couldn't resist running his hands up her torso, massaging the oil into her flawless skin. As he moved higher, he noticed something peculiar - a strange symbol tattooed between her breasts. Intrigued, he asked her about it. “That's a special symbol of sorts, I used to believe it gave me a special power of a sort but I haven’t felt it’s tingle in years.”
“What power was it supposed to give you?” Sam asked as he massaged the oil deeper into her stomach
“It’s an old symbol from the earth mother, supposedly it’s supposed to let you draw energy and vitality from sex, making it truly lifegiving.”
“Maybe it worked for me truly at one time but now it’s just a little point of interest for horny little pool boys who like staring at my chest.” She said with a smirk “now you’re missing a third of my chest, don’t be shy now, get under my top and all around, I refuse to have an uneven tanline.” Sam’s breath caught in his throat at the thought of massaging Cassandra’s luscious breasts with oil.
He poured another glob onto his hand and she unclipped the back of the bikini top while leaving it draped over her breasts, he started rubbing just below and worked his way up until both his hands were firmly grasped over her massive tits.
His palms slid easily over her breasts, spreading the oil evenly around her flesh. He could feel their weight, firm and full beneath his hands. As much as he tried to focus on the task at hand, his attention kept drifting to that mysterious tattoo nestled between her cleavage.
His fingers rubbed circles over her nipples as they began to harden and perk up, responding to his tender touch. Cassandra's breathing deepened and she shifted slightly underneath him.
"How old are you, Sam?" she asked suddenly.
"Twenty-one," he replied, his hands pausing momentarily before resuming their gentle movements.
"Just out of college, I suppose?" she continued, tracing patterns along his back with her fingernails.
"Yeah, I'm on a summer break," he explained, smiling nervously.
"Well, I hope you're enjoying your vacation," she purred, reaching up to run her fingers through his damp hair.
"So many adventures lie ahead for a handsome young fellow like yourself."
"Yeah, I guess so," Sam mumbled, distracted by the sensation of her delicate touches.
"Oh, come on, don't be so modest," she chided playfully. "I'll bet you've already gotten quite a few offers during your stay here."
"Not really," Sam chuckled awkwardly.
"Just hanging out with some friends, soaking up the sun, you know."
"Ah, young men," Cassandra sighed, gazing out at the ocean. "They never seem to learn the importance of living life to the fullest. “
She held her bikini top against herself as she got up and flipped over to lay face down on the beach lounger,
“Ok Sam, not you’ve got to get my back as well, and again, I don’t want any uneven lines, so you have to cover every. Square. Inch. Of me, even what’s under my bikini understand?” She giggled
seductively, tilting her hips suggestively. Sam felt an unfamiliar surge of arousal course through his veins. He nodded nervously, his heart pounding like a drum in his chest. As he gently applied the oil to her back, she murmured softly, her voice sending shivers down his spine. "Good boy," she whispered, her fingers grazing his arms as she guided his hands across her shoulders. "Don't worry, I won't bite...hard."
With each stroke of his hands, Sam felt the tension building between them.
He couldn't help but marvel at the perfection of Cassandra's body, and the way she seemed to melt into his touch. Her skin was smooth and supple, with just enough muscle to hint at the strength beneath. He knew he should stop, remind himself why he was here, but he couldn't bring himself to pull away.
"So, Sam," Cassandra purred, her voice a husky whisper that sent a shiver down his spine,
“You certainly look like you work out, are you an athlete or do you just hit the gym?”
"Just a guy trying to stay fit," Sam shrugged, his eyes lingering on her lush derriere. “I don’t think I can match your fitness though, you look like you live in the gym.”
"Oh, I did," Cassandra laughed, patting her firm butt. "Back in high school I was a bodybuilder and gymnast, still try to keep up the maintenance. Can't let those guns rust, right?"
She turned over, giving Sam a view of her ample bosom covered in shimmering oil.
“I slowed down a few years after I graduated though”
“Why’s that?” Asked Sam
“I made better money”
Doing…what?” Asked Sam, more puzzled
“Well, if you really want to know, I guess I can tell you my dirty little story. When my physique developed, it developed hard, that imbibed with a late bloom of puberty to give me a body that couldn’t quit, I was so hot I turned myself on looking in the mirror. During my competitions for bodybuilding, I noticed some of the judges getting hard in their pants from seeing my body, after I took silver they offered me money to pose for them and touch them and make them feel good. The rush from that opened my eyes to all that my body could do for me.”
“After that time, I paid off my car, got a mortgage and was basically set for life from that one time thing with the judges but I still wanted more. After a few days of working my job at the grocery store which I hated I tried my hand at stripping, I went to an amateur night and made more money than any of the other newbies and more than most of the usual dancers too.”
“The money rolled in and I used it to set myself up, when I no longer needed the sexy for money, I devoted myself to using this sexy body just for fun.” Cassandra said as she stared deep into Sam’s eyes, widened with fascination from her tale