Kristen comes to meet you

The next morning, you're lounging by the pool in the hotel and basking in the sun in your swimming trunks and sunglasses. By now, you've been such a fixture at this hotel that nobody is surprised to see you and the guests treat you like a normal person, while the staff tends to your every need. You're sure that if you said you wanted someone to stay by your deckchair and fan you with a giant palm leaf, a number of the hotel staff would be fighting for that privilege.

"Mister Ringer, your guest is here," one of the staff reports to you as he goes around collecting wet towels. You sit up and look over at the hotel's lobby to your left, where Kristen is walking in wearing a pink bikini and a flimsy pink skirt over her bottoms, holding a beach hat in her right hand.

Her body looks tight and desirable even though she's not very well endowed. There's just something about a scantily dressed, petite blonde that's irresistible. Kristen walks confidently with a saunter and ignores the stares from many men, one of whom nearly walks into a potted plant as he rears his head to gawk at her.

Kristen comes over and sits down on the deckchair next to you, where you've already had someone lay down a towel for her.

"I don't understand," she says, skipping over the small talk.

"Don't understand what?"

"Why did you ask me to check into the hotel and bring a swimming suit?"

"Oh, I thought we could just hang out," you say simply and lie back down.

"That's it? You want me to come here and hang out?"

"Yup."

There's a long pause from Kristen as she seems to be thinking about what's going on, until you see her shrug to herself out of the corner of your eye. "Well, I guess I might as well enjoy the day off by the pool." She then proceeds to turn around and lie on her stomach, letting the sun shine on her back and you start to doze off.

The next time you're awake, you hear water dripping on the ground next to you and you open your eyes. You weren't asleep for long, but it looks like Kristen decided to take a dip in the pool and she must have just climbed out as she dries herself with a towel. There aren't that many people around the pool at this time, and nobody seems to care that Kristen Bell is hanging out with you.

"Come here," you say, patting the edge of your chair. Kristen sits down, still dripping wet. "Kiss me," you beckon her to lean down.

"What?!"

"Kiss me," you repeat.

"This is a public place."

"Don't worry, the hotel is very discreet and the guests respect other guests' privacy," you assure her. Kristen looks around. Nobody is really looking at you 2 or paying attention, and she turns back and leans down to give you a peck on the lips. However, before she's able to rise up, you wrap an arm around her on her back and pull her close and kiss her forcefully, snaking your tongue past her lips. Kristen doesn't really resist and she soon starts to kiss you back, using her tongue to wrestle playfully with yours.

Your lips almost never part as you 2 keep making out passionately and Kristen climbs onto the chair, lying beside you. Your free hand starts to explore her body, touching every exposed piece of flesh and avoiding her sensitive areas, until you grab her pussy through her bikini bottom. The action causes Kristen to break off the kissing and gasp.

"Ah! Not here!" Kristen moans.

"No?"

"No, let's go back to my room. Or yours. Wherever," she says breathlessly.

"So you don't mind having sex with me?" you ask.

"I figured that I was going to have to today. I'm not an idiot. Plus, I've already tasted that cock of yours. I want more."

"We could just do it here. The hotel staff is not going to kick me out," you say with a grin.

"No... please, let's go somewhere private. You didn't do this to that British bitch, why me?" Kristen pleads with you.