Look for Marsella

Matt decided to stay focused. Maybe he’d have time later to mess around. He looked back at the map. Marsella, apparently, would be laying out in the Executive Pool, which seemed like such a silly name, until late morning or possibly even lunch. Matt put his swim trunks on and a white t-shirt and grabbed some sunglasses. It looked casual enough. Show time.

Matt made his way through the resort doing a poor job of acting like he belonged. Everyone else was in their own worlds, thankfully, so they didn’t notice the lost teen wandering around. He found the pool quick enough. It was, surprisingly, more public than the one outside Matt’s bungalow, although it had a swim up bar that connected to a small outdoor restaurant. It was already getting warm and beads of sweat were forming in Matt’s hairline.

He scanned the pool and saw only a few people in the water, none of which were Marsella. Although there was a very cute Asian...

Matt shook his head. He needed to be focused, he was here for a reason. He looked around the pool deck. Marsella wasn’t here. It was still early, however, so he casually found a chair and reclined, relaxing in the sun for a moment. The area was so quiet. He heard the water lapping at the side of the pool and the distant waves on the beach.

It had been a while since Matt relaxed. No distractions... no worries...

That is, until he saw someone approach the pool. He noticed her hair first, a light brunette with blonde highlights. His eye followed it down her mostly bare back and he saw her swimsuit. It was a black one piece suit that came up high around her waist and diving down into her very ample butt cheeks. Around her waist was a bright gold cord, wrapping around twice, and highlighting her slim waist over wide, sensual hips. She had walked past Matt and was making her way slowly to the bar. Matt couldn’t help but watch. Her hips swayed gently over smooth thighs to a pair of very cute feet.

Matt had to see her. He nearly shouted something just to see her turn. He thought better of it and and waited, hoping she’d sit close by so he had someone to look at if Marsella didn’t show.

The woman came up to the bar and she turned and Matt caught her side profile. He first noticed her enormous breasts, naturally, that her suit hardly covered at all. He had a generous view of her side boob and he could see the suit showed plenty of cleavage. Sunglasses were propped up in her hair and when he finally noticed her face he gasped.

First, because she was gorgeous. Radiant. She smiled and made small talk with the barkeeper and she shone like a goddess.

Secondly, because he recognized her as Marsella.

Matt’s jaw hung open. He had only seen the one picture of her but it did not do justice to the real thing. How was he supposed to talk to this woman? She took her drink from the counter an have a dainty wave to the staff, turning toward Matt to find a seat. Her cleavage jiggled softly as she walked toward a chair and sat. How she didn’t notice Matt staring was a miracle in itself. He smacked himself, trying to shake his mind into the present.

Matt quickly looked around. No guards or hitmen or a husband. He probably didn’t have much time, but he still needed to be careful.

—

Marsella leaned back in her chair and let the Caribbean sun wash over her body. She let out a long, much needed sigh. Cedric had been insufferable this morning and this time alone was long overdue. He had expected to have his spell transferred by now so his mood had gone sour which meant he was even worse at sex and even more horny. After dinner he dragged her and one of the waitresses at the restaurant around the resort. How he could have sex so much and be so bad at it always perplexed her, but she was sure it was her curse. At least he was busy with his many business ventures today so she could pamper herself. It started with an extra long shower to wash his morning orgasm out of her and now she was going to lay on this chair until her hunger finally forced her back inside.

And she was going to drink.

She made sure the barkeeper made her cocktail with as much alcohol as possible. It still tasted delicious, but the taste of booze in each sip was a punch to the throat, and she needed each one.

God, the breeze felt so good.

A shadow cast over Marsella’s face for a split second. She opened her eyes and saw a young man standing next to her.

“This seat taken?” he asked, motioning to the chair next to her.

He wasn’t subtle. He was over here to talk to her. There had to be a hundred open chairs and he chose one right next to her. She suppressed a sigh. Honestly, some conversation might do her some good.

“All yours,” she said.

—

Matt froze. Marsella’s voice was so angelic and melodic that he couldn’t think for a moment. After an agonizingly long moment he mumbled a “thank you” and sat on the chair. He almost fell out of it but recovered smoothly enough that the older blonde didn’t notice.

Fuck. What was he supposed to do now?

He settled into the chair and a minute passed. Every second made the interaction more awkward, he could feel it, but he had nothing to say.

“I haven’t been on a vacation in such a long time,” Matt said, finally, trying to sound as casual as possible. “Looks like I picked the perfect time.”

Marsella took a long sip of her drink. “It’s always nice to relax.”

“Have you been here before? It’s my first time and I don’t really know the vibe of the place, you know?” Matt said, regretting it immediately.

“Just a few times,” she replied, taking another sip. She hadn’t looked over at him yet.

“Oh, cool, well, what’s cool around here? Anything fun you like to do?”

“Just this, really,” Marsella answered, shaking her drink a little.

“It’s a nice place to relax. Lot of money just to sit around though.”

“You’re telling me,” she said.

Matt sensed an opportunity. “Well, maybe we can explore the place together? I had to come alone and it’s awkward doing stuff by myself, you know?”

Marsella glanced at him out of the corner of her eye. It didn’t take long for him to ask her out, though it wasn’t the worst she’d heard. Of course it was out of the question, Cedric would probably have the boy killed.

“You’re here alone?” She asked. “You don’t look old enough.”

Matt chuckled. She was right. “Hey, I’m an adult,” he said playfully, “I got lucky with some tech projects, honestly.”

Marsella hardly reacted. “What if I told you I was married?” She held up her left hand and her ring sparkled in the sun. It was massive with diamonds upon diamonds.

“Well, so? I’m not trying to pick you up,” Matt lied, “It just looks like we’re both alone and since neither of us have really explored the place...”

“Oh, I’m alone?” Marsella said, smiling playfully and finally looking over at Matt.

“I mean alone at the pool,” Matt said mock-defensively, “I didn’t mean anything by it. Though, if I traveled to a resort with my wife I’d definitely be poolside with her, you know?”

Marsella raised an eyebrow and Matt continued. “Sorry, I’m not trying to throw any shade. Just speaking in generalities.”

“It’s okay, I don’t mind.” She sighs, as if considering her next thought. “You’re right, at least a little.”

“It might not be my place,” Matt said, “but I’d be a little upset if I were you.”

Marsella chuckled. The tiny laugh made Matt freeze again. It was cute and just as angelic as her voice, but tainted with a soft, unseen sadness.

“It isn’t your place but I can’t fault you for it. I brought it up and you aren’t lying.”

“Well, if you need some honest, platonic companionship, I’m happy to help,” Matt offered.

Marsella looked him up and down. “You could be my son, you know.”

“I don’t see how that affects an honest, platonic—“

Marsella cut in playfully, “I know what you’re doing. Don’t pretend it’s completely honest.”

Matt shrugged. “Well, in my defense, you’re exceptionally beautiful, how can I help myself? If nothing else I might get a selfie with you to brag to my friends back home.”

“Someone’s getting ahead of themselves,” she said.

“Just saying,” Matt said with a smile, “I don’t mean to offend.”

There was a momentary pause. “So,” Marsella asked, “say we explore the resort a little. What are your intentions? You know I’m a married woman. Be honest.”

Being honest wasn’t an option. Something about ‘a wizard wants me to screw you so I can keep my mega-cock’ didn’t seem like a good way to go.

“I’ll be honest, but I need something from you first,” Matt said.

Marsella’s eyebrows raised again. “Oh, you do? You really are getting ahead of yourself.”

“Just your name,” Matt said.

Marsella bit her tongue. “Well, I suppose that’s a fair trade. I’m Marsella.”

She extended her hand slowly and Matt took it, holding just her fingers. Her hand was so soft, her nails perfectly manicured...

“I’m Matt,” he replied, risking the slightest kiss on her hand.

Marsella pulled her hand back but didn’t say anything about the momentary indiscretion. She shouldn’t be allowing this to continue but she couldn’t bring herself to stop him.

He continued. “And, honestly, my intent is just to spend time with you. I’m here alone and you haven’t been around the place much, right?”

Marsella pondered. She was lonely. Cedric would be out all morning and, most likely, the afternoon, too. They had a lunch planned but he was very good at cancelling lunches just to control her. Cedric didn’t watch her here, mostly because the resort doesn’t allow personal guards, and she wouldn’t have much of a chance to make a friend otherwise.

Fuck it.

“Okay, give me your number. I’ll call you if I have the afternoon free, but that means you better have a plan.”

Matt bowed, “I am happy to do that.”

Marsella had to call one of the staff to get them a piece of paper so she could take down Matt’s number. She didn’t have a place for her phone in her suit, after all.

“All right, well, I’ll let you relax, then,” Matt said, standing. “I’ll see you later, hopefully.”

Marsella nodded. “Hopefully.”

—

Matt confidently walked out of sight of the hot blonde and then leaned against a wall, breathing heavy. Wow! He had done it! Well, almost. Seeing a married woman was quite the rush. For a moment he thought about the other ignored housewives back home...

No, not right now. He jogged back to his bungalow to plan the afternoon. He grabbed the folder of resort information and flipped through it, seeking something for he and Marsella to do that afternoon. There was a dizzying amount of options, but most of the most fun ones required a reservation. No matter, something simple would probably be a better idea anyway.

Something in the water was tempting, especially considering Marsella’s suit, but he needed to at least appear he was actually being “honest and platonic.”

Horseback riding? That was good. It would be guided, keeping up the impression Matt wasn’t trying to get in her pants, while still allowing them some time together. He also circled some other activities on the list, like dance and scuba lessons, just in case. He called and scheduled time for the two of them to ride some horses and all that was left to do was wait.

—

Marsella lay in the sun for another hour or so. As traffic to the pool picked up she decided to leave, walking back to her room. Her husband was still supposed to be in a meeting, or something, and she found their bungalow empty. She grabbed her phone, devoid of notifications like usual. She sent a message to her husband asking about lunch. Moments later he replied.

Cedric: “Busy today. Won’t see you until dinner. 7pm?”

Marsella acknowledged and fingered the piece of paper with Matt’s number. A little lunch date wouldn’t be so bad, right?”

She sent him a message. It didn’t say much, just one word, otherwise she may get cold feet and cancel it altogether.

“Lunch?”

He replied a minute later: “Marsella? Absolutely.”