Kiss the party goodbye.

"None anymore," Derek replied.
"Good, because I do. Lets go. Were leaving," Emma informed the surf champion as she lowered her graceful leg back to the ground.

It took the two of them a moment to compose themselves. Emma slid her bikini bottoms back into place, covering her moist and puffy pussy lips and then wrapped her sarong back around herself tightly. She only hoped that the thin material of the swim suit would be enough to prevent anything seeping out from inside her. She could already feel their combined juices starting to give way to the forces of gravity and trickle along her recently worked canal. Derek's job of redressing was much easier to do in comparison. All he had to do was buckle up the snaps on his pants and he was ready to rejoin the party.

They stepped back into crowd and almost immediately were set upon by an extremely anxious man who looked like he was about to develop a nervous twitch at any moment.
"Derek! Where on earth have you been?" he exclaimed spotting the surfer. "Oh…" he stopped short in his rant spotting the gorgeous brunette at Derek's side. "The… um… sponsors were… ahh… wanting you for a photo opportunity," he managed to get out his message eventually.
"Look, can you get me out of it? I'm otherwise indisposed at the moment," Derek said with a smirk at Emma which she returned. "Tell them I'm exhausted from the comp today and that I've gone to my room to rest. Just kiss some ass for me Scotty. You know your good at it. Tell them I'll be there exclusive spokesman at the next competition or something like that. Just make sure I'm not bothered for the rest of the night," Derek instructed the man.

To his credit the nervous man took Derek's decision in his stride and set off to talk to the sponsors without a word of complaint or argument.
"Who was that?" Emma asked once they had left the gathering behind and made their way through the corridors of the hotel to Derek's room.
"That’s my p.a. Scott. He helps me out no end. I'd really be stuffed if it wasn’t for him. He pretty good at dealing with my crap by now. The guy really needs to stress less thought. He's going to give himself a haemorrhage one of these days if he doesn’t learn to unwind."

At last they came to the door to Derek's room. It was actually a two story self-contained villa situated a little way from the main hotel area overlooking the sea. Derek pressed his magnetic card up against the sensor panel and the light on the doorhandle turned from red to green. He turned the handle and swung the door open, beckoning Emma into his cottage.