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  Michael laughed, took her hand and walked her towards their bungalows. The sun had finally set and the stars were starting to peek out.

  “Are you getting tired?” Amelia asked, wondering why he’d cut their walk short.

  “No,” Michael answered, still holding her hand. “Just anxious for a swim. This might be the last time we get to relax for a while.”

  That was true. The photo shoot was scheduled to begin at ten tomorrow and it would last well into the night. This would go on for the next couple of days until Ralph had got all the pictures he needed for magazines, billboards and other advertisements.

  They arrived back at Michael’s bungalow much too quickly. She had been getting used to the feel of his warm soft hand around hers.

  “Come over in one hour,” he told her. “I have a few phone calls to make first before we swim.”

  Amelia nodded. She also needed to call home to check on her parents and to check in with the agency to see what they had planned for her after the photo shoot was over. “Okay, I’ll knock in an hour.”

  Michael released her hand, smiled and walked through his door.

  Amelia smiled too and walked back to her bungalow, allowing her eyes to casually glance over at the neighbours’ door before entering her own.

  * * * *

  Michael’s heart nearly stopped when he opened his door and found a bikini-clad Amelia standing before him. He had expected her to at least wear the terry-cloth robe she had carelessly slung over her shoulder, but no, the princess was baring enough skin to make the dead wake up and take notice.

  “Am I too early?” she asked.

  Michael stepped aside and let her enter. “No, you’re right on time,” he said watching her behind bounce in the black bikini bottoms as she passed him. Be still my heart. He was in love with that ass. Michael closed and locked the door. “Right this way,” he said, directing her to the back door. He stepped aside and allowed her to exit first.

  “Wow,” Amelia said, stepping out on to the backyard patio. “This is nice and cosy.”

  She spoke of the table set for two, the bottle of Champagne chilling in a silver ice bucket and the covered trays of food.

  “When did you have time to do all this?” She stepped out further, walked over to the table and lifted the covers, revealing shrimp linguini, strawberries dipped in chocolate and a cantaloupe and honey-dew melon salad.

  “I had an hour. The phone calls didn’t take that long.”

  “I’m impressed,” she said walking away from the table and dipping a toe into the pool. “It’s warm.”

  It wasn’t the only thing. His body was on fire and hers was smoking.

  Michael followed her over towards the water. He sat down first and then stepped into the water. “Come on in,” he said extending his hand out to her.

  * * * *

  “You’re really going to spoil me,” Amelia said as Michael fed her chocolate-dipped strawberries after they had got out of the water about an hour later.

  “Sometimes a girl needs a bit of spoiling,” Michael said, using a napkin to wipe a bit of chocolate from her full pink lips. He was just about to attempt a kiss when he heard the door to the bungalow next door open. Michael put his finger to his lips to silence Amelia and pointed to the chain-link fence that separated them.

  Amelia looked towards the fence and stifled a gasp.

  Michael nodded. The two newlywed neighbours were back to their old tricks and very visible through the fence.

  “Should we leave?” Amelia whispered.

  Michael shook his head. “No. It would embarrass them to know we’ve seen them.”

  “What are we going to do?”

  “Watch,” Michael whispered to her.

  Amelia’s eyes widened and he just smiled and nodded.

  It didn’t take the newlyweds long to get busy. The bride was on her knees with her face buried between his legs, giving him head, before Amelia could protest. Michael looked over at her, expecting to find her repelled by the entire situation, but instead he found her watching with fascination. A few minutes later, the woman straddled the man and moaned loudly as she sank down on to him.

  Amelia whimpered.

  Michael reached over and touched her hand and she gripped his tightly. Was she nervous? Embarrassed?

  No, the look in her eyes told the truth…she was turned on.

  Michael switched his gaze back to the couple. They had changed positions again. This time the guy was on his knees servicing the woman, who thrashed around on the chair, moaning quite loudly.

  Amelia’s finger rubbed the top of Michael’s hand slowly while she worried her bottom lip with her teeth. The couple moaned loudly again, and Amelia dug her nails into his hand. She scooted to the end of her chair, staring straight ahead, mesmerised by the sight. By the time the woman reached a climax, Amelia was damn near off of the seat. Michael touched her hand and Amelia blushed and sat back quietly.

  Michael turned his attention back to the performers who had once again changed position—the man had moved the woman on to her knees and was taking her from behind. By now, it was obvious to him that the couple were aware of their presence and liked being watched. He knew about those types of people.

  His gaze was glued on the woman’s breasts, which moved with each powerful thrust of her lover. Amelia looked like she was about to faint or come—which, he couldn’t be sure of but he was dying to find out. The couple finally finished up and sauntered back inside their room, holding hands.

  Amelia rose. “I think I’d better go.”

  “Why?” Michael asked, standing up and pulling her over to him. “Please stay with me tonight.”

  Chapter Three

  Michael took her hand and pulled her towards him, her breasts against his chest. Amelia stared at him as he pressed his lips to hers.

  Her kiss was soft and sweet and not too demanding. Michael ran his tongue around her lips and allowed it to dart inside. She tasted sweet, like the strawberries and chocolate she had consumed earlier.

  Amelia melted into his arms, deepening the kiss and tightening her hold around his waist. “You feel so warm,” Amelia replied when the kiss ended.

  Michael lifted her chin and planted another quick kiss against her lips. “I want you.”

  Fire snaked into her eyes as Michael loosened the bikini top. Her breasts fell free. Michael backed up a little to get the full effect. Pear-shaped breasts with dusky-pink nipples that at that moment had his full attention. He lowered his head and wrapped his lips around one tiny bud. Amelia moaned but did not try to push him away. Instead she pulled him closer and cuddled him to her.

  Strange emotions went through him as he suckled. “Oh, you’re so lovely,” he said with a breathless sigh as he kissed the flat of her stomach. “I just have to see all of you.”

  Amelia hesitated a bit, looking around nervously, and then slid the bottoms of the bikini down her hips and thighs and then stepped out of them.

  A small, dark brown cluster of curls and a fresh Brazilian wax caught his attention along with her curvy hips and trim thighs. Michael turned her around slowly. What an ass. He cupped both cheeks and gently squeezed before turning her back around and pulling her closer to him, kissing her once again. Michael lifted her on to the table and then buried his head between her legs before she could protest. He didn’t care that they were outside. He just wanted to taste her so badly. And it was everything he’d dreamt it would be…sweet, spicy and womanly. But, most of all, wet. He removed his lips and inserted a finger deep inside of her. Amelia moaned and leaned forwards against him. She was so wet and very inviting.

  Michael inserted a second finger. Amelia was so tight. He worked around slowly. Amelia moaned, bit her bottom lip and slumped against him. He slid his fingers out, pushed her on to her back and buried his face back between her legs.

  Amelia clamped her knees, locking them at the side of his head as he explored her core with his tongue. Within minutes, he felt her body shake a
s the orgasm blossomed and then released. Michael continued to tongue her gently until she stopped shaking and relaxed.

  Michael rose and looked down at her, spread out and panting on the table. The sight proved too much. He had to be inside her.

  Michael lowered his swimming trunks and stepped out of them. His cock bobbed, hard and ready. He approached the table slowly, massaging his erection and watching his target…a wet and quivering hole. He moved between her legs, parted them just a little more and entered.

  Amelia gasped and moved down closer to the end of the table until their bodies fully met. Her body opened to him and she began moving her hips, meeting him stroke for stroke.

  “You’re so tight and wet,” Michael said to her as he passionately took her.

  Amelia wrapped her legs more tightly around him and then sat up, pressing her breasts against his chest. “I need you deeper,” she said in a husky voice.

  He was only too willing to oblige. Michael raised her hips, spread her wider and thrust his cock deeper.

  Amelia’s nails clawed at his back. “Ooh,” she uttered as she came for a second time.

  The sound was like music to his ears and proved to be too much as his own body responded with a powerful shake. He ejaculated, sending warm cum into her hot, wet crevice.

  Amelia slumped against him, breathing hard. “You are so wonderful.” She buried her head into the crook of his neck and kissed it. “I can’t wait to get you into bed.”

  * * * *

  Michael’s legs and half of his body covered Amelia as she awoke the next morning. She smiled, remembering last night’s performance as they had finally moved in from the patio and resumed their lovemaking in his bedroom. She had lost count of the number of times he had made her come. He was a sweet, kind and generous lover, who had gone out of his way to see to her satisfaction.

  The alarm beside the bed rang and Michael stirred, opening his baby blue eyes and smiling. “Morning, beautiful.” He reached over and turned off the alarm.

  Beautiful? He was just being generous. Amelia thought she probably looked a sight with bed hair and lips swollen from his kisses.

  Michael snuggled up against her. “As wonderful as last night was, we have to get up.”

  Amelia pouted playfully. “Ah, do we have to?” She reached over and squeezed one of his butt cheeks. Michael had a glorious butt, hard, muscular and devoid of hair. Like most models, he purposely removed the hair to be more appealing for the camera.

  “Don’t tempt me, woman,” he teased. “I’d much rather stay in bed with you all day than pose under the hot sun and lights, but I have to show some responsibility.”

  “Fie on responsibility.”

  He rewarded her with a smile but still moved off of the bed.

  Amelia glanced over at his nude body. His member was erect, which meant he appreciated her hungry stare.

  “Later, my little wood nymph.” He winked at her. “Come and join me in the shower.”

  Amelia tossed the cover aside and rose. “Ooh, I’m naked.”

  Michael chuckled. “If I had my way I’d keep you like that all the time.” He held out his hand to her.

  Amelia took a step and a little pain shot through her pelvic area. Her entire body was pleasantly sore and it hadn’t felt that way in a long time. They sauntered into the bathroom and both took care of their needs in turn. Then Michael walked over to her and squeezed a swollen nipple. “We have a lot in common,” he replied as he kissed her. “We both like to watch.”

  Amelia blushed. “Secret is out.”

  “It’s nothing to be ashamed about. I like watching others in the throes of passion.”

  “Me too,” Amelia confessed as she watched him walk over to the shower and turn it on. But not just people having sex. She also liked to see nude bodies, preferably his. She bit her bottom lip. He has such a great ass. Nice and tight. “You don’t find it a bit odd?”

  Michael took her hand and walked her over to the full-length mirror. “Look at you…full breasts, nice flat abs and a sexy, trimmed pussy. What’s not to admire? I find the human body interesting.” He stood behind her and hugged her. His cock had hardened again.

  Amelia turned around to face him and rubbed up against him. “I find your body interesting, too.” She kissed his chest.

  “Time to shower,” he said, pulling her under the spray. The warm water washed over them as Michael lifted her into his arms and buried himself inside her again.

  * * * *

  “Get some makeup on Amelia’s cheeks,” the cameraman told the makeup artist. “They’re flushed.”

  Amelia blushed. If they only knew why.

  The makeup artist arrived, powdered her cheeks and then left. They were doing a swimsuit shoot with the ocean as a backdrop. Michael hadn’t put in an appearance yet and she had been coupled with a model named Ben from another agency. Ben was about her height with thick, black hair and eyebrows. His body was tanned and muscular, which was always a plus, and he modelled a skin-tight pair of black trunks. Joining them was a young blonde female from his agency. Amelia remembered her from another shoot. Breasts like hers were pretty hard to forget. Amelia peered admiringly over at them.

  “Okay, places everyone,” the photographer said.

  Amelia faced forwards and the photographer snapped their photo.

  “Great. Beautiful smile, Amelia.”

  Amelia blushed, hoping he hadn’t noticed that she was smiling after ogling another woman’s cleavage.

  The photographer arranged them again. This time, Ben’s focus was on her while she reclined in a lounger. Ben’s gaze landed on her legs and then moved up to her red bikini bottoms. The twinkle in his brown eyes made her feel hot, sweaty and naked. Apparently Ben could appreciate a nice body, too. She checked out his briefs. Yes, there was a definite rise.

  “Okay, everyone look this way.”

  Amelia winked at Ben and smiled for the photographer.

  “Okay, people, take a break.” The photographer walked away, leaving Ben and Amelia alone.

  “You have a great body,” Ben told her the moment the photographer was out of ear range.

  “Thanks,” Amelia replied, feeling a tad uncomfortable.

  “Are you dating anyone?”

  “Not exclusively,” Amelia answered, trying to figure out where the conversation was leading.

  “How would you like to join me and Janice tonight for a little fun?”

  Amelia raised an eyebrow. “A little fun?” Janice must be the blonde’s name.

  Ben nodded. “You know. A little girl-boy-girl action.”

  Amelia blushed. “No, thanks. I’m not into sharing men.”

  Ben looked her over again. “Pity. Janice has a fantastic tongue.”

  Michael walked towards them, frowning.

  “What’s wrong with him?” Ben asked.

  Amelia shrugged her shoulders. She’d never seen him look that way at another man before. He appeared a bit jealous and a lot territorial, like a lion protecting a jungle of lionesses from another lion.

  “Do the two of you have something going on?” Ben asked before Michael arrived.

  Amelia shrugged her shoulders again and followed Michael’s eyes down until they landed on her boobs that were spilling out over the top of her bikini bra. Amelia gasped. No wonder Ben was all over her. She adjusted the top, getting a chuckle out of Ben.

  “Aw, too bad,” he replied, straightening up and facing Michael. “Maybe you need to ask him if he’d like to join us, too. The more the merrier.” He walked away and found Janice.

  “What was that all about?” Amelia asked when Michael arrived.

  “Him,” Michael said, pointing at Ben.

  “What about him?”

  “He was positively devouring you with his eyes.”

  Amelia cracked a smile. “You’re exaggerating.” She adjusted her top again. “It’s this top. It’s too small.”

  Michael shook his head. “No, the boobs are too big for the bra.
These wardrobe people are incorrigible.”

  Janice walked by them.

  Amelia eyed Michael curiously, wondering if seeing those breasts bounce had turned him on.

  Michael winked at her as if reading her mind.

  Amelia sat up and stepped down from the platform.

  “Don’t make any plans for tonight,” he told her. “We’re going on an overnight excursion, so pack a few things.”

  Amelia nodded, wondering what he had up his sleeve. She continued on to the trailer to change, looking back once and finding him watching her. Amelia smiled giddily. No doubt he was checking out her ass.

  Chapter Four

  “What’s this place?” Amelia asked as they drove up to the gates of some sort of resort.

  “Someplace I think you might appreciate,” Michael told her as he gave the guard his identification card and signed the guest sheet.

  The guard handed him back his card, smiled at him and then opened the gates for them to enter.

  Amelia looked out of the side window. “It looks like another beach. Are we going swimming? I didn’t bring my suit.”

  “Won’t need it here,” Michael told her as he continued to drive and then parked in a spot near a quaint little cottage.

  Amelia gasped. “It’s a nude beach.”

  Michael chuckled. “More like a nude resort and beach.”

  “You mean I have to get undressed?”

  “Not if you don’t want to, but you might be kind of frowned on for being a prude.” He opened the car door. “Stay here. I’ll be back in a minute.”

  He stepped out of the car and went inside the office. He paid the kindly looking old man behind the desk and took the keys he handed to him.

  “Have fun, sonny,” the old man said.

  “I plan to,” Michael said, thanking the man. He left and walked out. He found the prim and proper Miss Wilson gawking at the sunbathers. He opened the car door and got in. “You’re going to love this place.” He started up the car and drove down the road, past a lot of cottages, before driving into a parking lot in front of one. Michael turned the car off, got out and opened the back door. He grabbed their overnight bags and walked around to assist Amelia out.