He Makes a Move

Stepping in Michael carefully closed the door quietly behind him. Taking advantage of a gasped moan from the fingering female in front of him to click the door into a locked position. No need for anyone else to walk in on what they were up to - and forgetting about the occupied booth next to this one.

Instead he was in tunnel vision, taking full advantage of an unbelievable opportunity and finding a newfound confidence in this moment. Slowly and as silent as he could, pulling down the zipper of his pants. Freezing for a moment as Marie Rose squirmed in front of him as she carried on playing with herself. Finishing the rob, he carefully reached in, fishing out his cock and allowing it to pop out in now created gap in his trousers.

His cock nicely long and thick to match. Not quite a porn star but better than the average. He'd had no complaints from the few sexual experiences in the past that he'd had. Never quite anything of this kind of nature before mind you.

He carefully stepped forward between her spread legs, watching her hand slide up and down over her folds and seeing now that they were starting to get slick. She must have ran in here and went right to working over herself without any second thought about changing.

He timed his movement so when her hand brushed upward to her clit, he pushed forward. His cock-head pressing against her lower lips and making himself sigh with approval as he felt that softness and slight wetness down there.

Of course, the touch snapped Marie Rose to her senses with a gasp - muffled by her hand - and wide eyes looking across at Michael. A moment of staring before she looked down and saw his cock pressing into her. A noticeably longer stare at his dick as the two of them froze in place. A thought dancing in his mind that she was going to kick his ass then have him fired for this invasion, despite her having left the door unlocked in her lusty rush.

"Marie?" He whispered to get her attention, and she looked back up to lock eyes with him. The shock still there, but a flicker to desire in them. "... May I proceed?" He asked. Perhaps wisely seeking the consent even after inviting himself in without permission. Importantly, asking while still keeping his bell-end teasingly pressing against, but not passing into, her folds.

A long silence. During which the blonde once again stared down at his shaft touching her sex down below. Her confidence from before long gone as she slowly looked back up to the Resort Manager. Her legs still frozen in place, much like her hand just above her pussy.

Hand over her mouth still, she gave the reply. A slow but clear nod of her blonde, twin-pigtail haired head.