Derek, here and now.

The voluptuous brunette allowed Derek to steer her against the hotel patio's large shuttered door, the slatted wood folded back against the stucco wall. She looked up at his face and listened as she enjoyed his large hands on the bare soft skin at the top slopes of her hips.

"It's not as glamorous a life as it may sound, love. Always on the run, stuck in airports, hotel after hotel.." Derek softly spoke as he slid his hands up her lightly tanned flanks.

"A lady in every port?" Emma smiled crookedly, her hands going behind him to fondle his high, athletic ass through his khaki slacks.

"Well.." he smiled back wolfishly, "I didn't say it was a terrible life," his glossy black hair falling around his handsome face as he dipped his head forward to rub noses with her.

"I'd just be a notch in your bedpost then?" Emma teased, between sucks at his lower lip. Her hands stroked up his vee-shaped back through his loose, lightweight shirt.

"I wouldn't put it that way, Emma," Derek said, stroking her soft silky hair as he kissed at her soft features.

"How would you put it then, Derek?" the brunette replied, full of fun. She undid his trousers, the palm fronds the only thing hiding her actions from the after-party crowd meters away. Her hand followed the thin dark trail of hair below his navel to the prize down below. "Or more accurately, where would you put it, handsome?" Emma asked, her brown eyes twinkling with delight when she felt the thickening length of his cock below the glossy dark curls of his pubes as she fished around inside his open slacks.

"Grrrrrr," the pro surfer growled deeply as he felt her jerk his prick to full length and pull it out into the open. "It'd be easier to show you, love!" Derek said, undoing the metallic sarong that covered the tiny bikini bottom that barely hid her privates. The bronze-coloured fabric fell to the deck.

With the aid of his left thigh , Derek lifted the brunette off the ground, pulling the tight sheath of triangular fabric from Emma's pussy, letting the small crop of dark curls free as he pulled the slick material aside.

"Oh, Mister Britedeck! Do you really think we should? Someone might see!" Emma teased. As if in response, a couple from the party passed, not quite sure what was going on.

"Bloody right we should!" Derek husked, passionately kissing at her shoulders as he grabbed her fleshy ass and pulled her towards him.

"Well, oohhh.." Emma stopped mid-tease as Derek's cock-head bulled it's way inside her pussy-lips. Closing her eyes as he filled her deep, she tore his shirt open and put her hands inside, raking her hands down his bare, muscled back.

Derek dipped lower, pulling the bronze-toned bra cup from one fleshy titty and suckling the nipple hard as he held it to his lips.

Emma groaned as he pushed deeper into her, but she pushed back at him, squeezing him tight with her pussy muscles as they embraced. The sea breeze kicked up with the advancing storm, tossing their hair, cooling their fevered bodies as they ground together at the patio's edge.

"Co-coming!" Emma wheezed, as she clenched him tight in her arms, her legs wrapped around his.

"Me... Me too.." Derek gasped, his face contorting as he filled the pretty brunette with his seed.

As the two recovered, still in each other's arms, Derek breathed in her ear, "I wonder if I'm not the notch in the bedpost, love!"

Emma smiled back at him, kissing him. "Easier with a bedpost, love. Have any plans?"