Just relax and have a bath

You agree with the girls to meet with them later at the Celestial Bar but you wish to clean up the dirt from the trip and relax a bit before starting to party.

They leave and you unpack, hanging your clothes in a closet so they can smooth out. You undress, toss away your stinking shirt and shorts.

For a moment you stop in front of the mirror. Medium height, a hell of an ass, perky little tits and long blonde hair, yes that’s you, Samantha Restless, student in English literature at the University of Massachusetts, Boston. Born in Boston, raised in Boston, your typical next door American girl, the thing fantasies are made of... and you like that.

You slip into the large bathtub. Your mind wanders away. That Dylan guy, he must be a hell of a fuck… You shift your position so that one of the water sprays ruffles between your legs. The stream of bubbles gently strokes your pussy. You feel the pleasure building in your belly. With two fingers parting the labia you expose your clit to the potent squirt. In no time you start whimpering. You close your eyes.

You think about his large hands, cupping you ass, playing with your pussy, stuffing you with his shaft, his long and rigid shaft…

You peak.

The bubbles and the warmth of the water are so relaxing that you soon fall asleep. In the midst of your dream you hear the horn of the boat and the humming noise of the engine taking you away from the coast and deeper into your sleep.

Suddenly you wake up. The water is cold around you. Your skin is all wrinkled. Somebody is knocking on your door. That’s what woke you up. You exit the bathtub shivering, grab a towel and walk towards the door.

“Is that you girls?” you ask.

“Room service,” a strong male voice answers behind the door.

Room service? You were sleeping in your bath, you never asked for room service. You peek through the eyehole.

It’s Dylan!