Michelle makes out with Dominic

As Dominic's hands explored Michelle (his left, up the underside of her dress and along her upper thigh and ass; his right, outside of her dress but firmly on her left breast), the smile on his face grew wider. As he groped her, he began to giggle a bit, which in turn made Michelle laugh.

"What's so funny?" she asked.

Dominic shook his head, but his eyes remained focused on her chest. "Nothing at all. This is just awesome."

Michelle sighed and smirked at him. She cocked her head to the side, admiring Dominic. He was extremely cute, and his youthful energy was invigorating to her. Michelle recognized that she was probably about eight years older than he was, but felt like that gap was wider. He was young for whatever he was, and she often felt old. Chris was older than she was by about ten years, and even though she was still the young arm candy for him, in this alternate universe with Dominic, she felt like a much older soul.

"Your hands," she remarked.

"Yeah? What about them?"

Shrugging, Michelle sighed again. "They haven't moved much. I feel like a museum exhibit."

Dominic's smile dropped and he looked up at her. "Oh, man, I didn't -- I mean, I didn't mean --"

Michelle smiled. She took hold of Dominic's hand, removing it from her chest, and draped it around her neck. She leaned in, and abruptly kissed him, her lips open, but not forcing her tongue on him. He was clearly startled, but quickly adapted. He pulled his other hand out from under her dress, and wrapped his arms around her, pulling her toward him. They mashed their faces against one another for a bit, turning side to side, angling their noses around one another's. After a bit, they broke apart, each of them lightly gasping for breath.

"Mind if I move this?" Michelle asked, pushing Dominic's outer shirt off his shoulders. The soft material fell easily from his body, revealing the plain white tank top he wore underneath. His body was lean and strong, and Michelle wasted no time running her palms along his toned arms. He was built like a swimmer, appropriately, as he worked the hotel as a lifeguard. Michelle couldn't help but see a quick fantasy in her mind of interacting with Dominic at the pool. What if I run into him tomorrow? What if Chris is with me? My god, that would be hot ...

While Michelle was momentarily distracted by Dominic's arms and by her own fantasy, he reached behind her and unzipped the back of her dress. This caught Michelle by surprise, and she blinked at him, her eyes widening.

Dominic looked at her with a grin. "Seemed fair to me," he said. "My shirt, your dress."

Michelle nodded, then shrugged. "True enough."

Dominic finished with the zipper, his fingers teasing against Michelle's back, particularly feeling around the back strap of her bra. He wasn't working to unhook it, but he did run his fingertips along her back using the length of the back strap as a guide. With the back of the dress open, he slid his hand further down, lower than her bra, feeling as much of her back as he could reach. He drew his hand back up again, over her bra, up to her shoulders, and then pulled the dress forward, loosening it down her arms.

Michelle had no plan to resist, so she helped Dominic, pulling her arms back, and allowing him to peel her dress off in the front. She looked down at her bra, realizing that she chose it with the intent of being with Chris tonight, and wondering whether it was the sort of style that appealed to someone like Dominic instead.

His actions answered better than any words could. Once the front of her dress was off, the bulk of it now sitting at Michelle's waist, Dominic returned his attention to her bra. He touched the satin shoulder straps, running his fingers along them in parallel. With both forefingers, he drew lines down the front of the straps toward the cups, pausing as he got closer to her breasts. His fingertips continued to mirror one another, tracing the top edges of the cups where lace trimmed the edges. His fingers occasionally pressed toward her body, touching the tops of her breasts, as he followed the material toward the center.

Michelle found herself getting significantly aroused from Dominic's touch. Her mind drifted around the poolside fantasy, but she kept looking at him as he touched her. She realized that she wanted to rush this more than he did, which surprised her. He was almost methodical in his exploration of her body (and he doesn't even have me naked yet, Michelle thought to herself), whereas Michelle was feeling extremely horny and eager to get her hands -- or more -- on Dominic's body.

She adjusted her position on the sofa, rising up to her knees. She pulled on his legs, and as he shifted in response, he was **** to pull his hands away from her body to better balance himself.

"Move here," she instructed.

Dominic swung his legs up onto the couch so he was essentially lying down. Michelle straddled him, her legs bent on either side of his hips. She sat back onto him, her ass on his knees. She put her hands under his tank top, feeling his abs under her palms. Unsurprisingly, she was delighted to find a firm and toned upper body hiding beneath the tank top. She felt around his stomach, running her hands up to his chest, pushing the tank up as she did. She pulled her hands around his sides, his lithe muscles rippling under her touch.

Michelle lowered herself down onto his torso, sliding her hands out of his shirt and caressing his face. Again, they kissed. This time, Michelle used her hands along his hair and cheeks, touching his face and neck as they made out. Dominic, unsure at first what to do with his own hands, reached around behind Michelle. He initially touched her ass through her dress, instinctively reacted by moving his hands away, but then changed direction yet again, and went back.

"Yes," Michelle nodded, breaking their kiss for a moment. "Do that."

Dominic more confidently and actively felt around her ass again. One had remained outside her dress, feeling her through the material. The other pulled up the side of the dress, and rubbed her leg, gradually moving higher and higher until finally touching the outer hem of her satin panties.

Once Dominic hand found his way under her dress with one hand, he brought the other to join. Working both hands on her firm ass, toying with the edges of her panties (but not going further than that), he squeezed and handled her while they continued kissing.

Suddenly, a curious thought entered Michelle's mind. She lifted her head and looked at Dominic. "So you guys just sit here at night drinking beer and waiting for hot chicks to show up?"

Dominic laughed. "Yeah, most nights."

"And do hot chicks usually show up?"

Laughing harder, Dominic repeated himself. "Yeah, most nights."

"When did you last do this?"

Dominic made a face as if he was trying to calculate the calendar of things. "Yesterday, I think."

Michelle's jaw dropped in fake shock. "You slut!"

"Me?" Dominic said, playing along. "When was the last time you went to hook up with a young, Black lifeguard?"

"Literally never," said Michelle. "So this is a lot more important for me than it is for you."

"If you say so," Dominic replied.

"Whatever I tell you do, you do it."

Dominic nodded obediently. "If you say so."