I gently moved in time with her hand. I could tell that she had handled cocks before, the way she stroked me was evidence enough that she enjoyed giving plenty of hand jobs before she had gripped hold of me.

And then she stopped. Good God. She dressed like a tease and behaved like a tease. Maybe I should leave, take my budging hard-on back to my room and finsh the job myself. Then I looked down from her face and was transfixed by her amazing breasts again. God, if nothing else I had to get a look at them without the bikini top. They'd give me wanking fantasies for a couple of weeks. Those firm, large mounds of flesh and those rock hard nipples. I felt my cock pulse again.

Well, if it's games she wants, it's games she'll get.

I swam away from her to the other end of the pool and then turned back to face her.

"Do you like games?" I asked

She just smiled at me, a smile that just dripped with sex appeal. God I wanted this woman bad.

"Get those titties out," I half demanded, knowing it was still delicate, "after all, it is only fair that we get on a level playing field here"

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