Flirtatious persuasion

Andrea peered into the bedroom, seeing you already sinking into the bed. She looked outside and saw the beautiful afternoon sun above the water. She couldn’t turn this down. It would be difficult to ask any man to overcome their ego to enjoy a trip designed for women, but Andrea didn’t see the issue. If she could wear suits and pants, why couldn’t Jack wear dresses and skirts? Of course there was one thing she could try, though she’d never particularly done it before.

You noticed Andrea slowly walking towards you as you lifted your head up off the bed. She swayed her hips with each step in a way that made it clear that she wanted your attention, and with the beautiful sun coming in through the windows behind her, highlighting her beautiful silhouette, she definitely had it.

She crawled over you onto the bed, the way you might’ve crawled over a woman, until she was face to face with you, giving a faint, lustrous grin. You weren’t used to her being this assertive, or this hungry, but it hadn’t really been enough time with her to be used to anything. Nonetheless, it was unusual to be on the other side of a sexual advance, not that you would be saying no.

She reached down and took your phone out of your hand and tossed it aside, instead putting your hand up to one of her breasts, which hung tantalizingly close to your face. You got the message and began to massage her breasts through her thin cotton shirt, as she reached down into your pants at the same time. She took control of your mouth with her own, and combined with her playful gropes to your dick, you quickly grew hard.

As you took a break for air, she repositioned herself above you, with one hand next to your head, holding her up. The other was unbuttoning your pants to free your member, which sprang to attention when released from its cloth bindings. She returned to working your cock, as she leaned in to kiss you once more, pulling away slowly, as she moved down the bed.

She positioned her head above your cock, and you expected what was to come. She wrapped her lips around your rock hard appendage, kissing the tip, eventually working some tongue action in. You could feel that you were close to the edge, and she could too.

“Do you trust me?” She asked you, after she pulled her lips off your head. You could still feel her gently squeezing your shaft with one hand.

You had no idea what she was doing, but god damn, it did not matter. “Yes. I do,” you managed to get out between intense breaths.

Andrea seemed pleased by this, as she returned to manipulating your cock in her mouth. This time though, instead of squeezing her tits like before, the hand that wasn’t keeping her up as she leaned over your crotch, worked it’s way to your back. Of course.

Soon, with the beautiful woman before you sliding her lips and skillfully maneuvering her tongue around your cock, you were ready to finish. That process was sped up when Andrea snuck two of her fingers into your virgin asshole, right as you were about to release, the surprise causing you to inhale sharply. You still felt amazing, launching your product violently into her throat.

She quickly swallowed and a withdrew her fingers from your guts, proud of her work as she went to the bathroom to clean up, leaving you recovering in the bed.

Some time later, when you were in the shower yourself, which could barely fit one of you, Andrea brought the pamphlet from the kitchen to the night stand, where you would easily see it.

At the same time, you were slightly disappointed to see that the only options you had for soaps in the shower were what was already provided, which meant exclusively women’s products. You’d used women’s shampoo before when you didn’t have other options, but you weren’t excited to have to use it when you were spending the week living with Andrea. Still, you were sure she’d understand. After all, she was the one who told you to leave your suitcase.

The real problem came later though, when you found that the body wash you were using was also a hair remover, leaving you much smoother as you walked out of the shower, and into the bedroom with a red towel around your waist. Andrea was lounging on the couch in nothing but a bra and pair of panties, in a similar red color to your towel.

“Do you know where the clothes are?” you asked.

“I found these in the drawers of the night stand, but I think you’ll want to read that pamphlet on top.”