The infamous jacuzzi

Candy nodded, a small smile tugging at the corners of her lips. "Alright, Bodie. If you're sure..." She glanced at him, her eyes searching his face for any sign of deception. "But if I go up there, you promise you won't bother me? I'm going up there to relax, not to be... manhandled again." She crossed her arms, her tone becoming firmer. "I don't need you up there trying any of your 'funny stuff', as you put it." Bodie chuckled, shaking his head, "Baby, trust me. There ain't gonna be no 'bothering' in the jacuzzi. Cross my soul & bless my heart."

Candy started to leave hearing this, but she paused in the doorway and turned back to Bodie, offering a small smile of gratitude. "Thanks for the shower and the meal," she said softly, her damp hair clinging to her neck and shoulders. However, Bodie noticed that she seemed to have forgotten one very important detail. Just a few minutes ago, he had taken advantage of her **** state after the shower, making her cum multiple times on his thick cock. He couldn't resist bringing it up, a smirk playing on his lips. "No thanks for making you cum so many times, babe?" he teased, his eyes twinkling with mischief. Candy's face flushed a deep crimson, her eyes widening as the memory came flooding back.

"You're so shameless, Bodie" Candy said, her voice tinged with embarrassment and amusement. She shook her head, a small smile playing on her lips as she turned to leave. "Thanks for the... cummies," she added, wagging her tongue at Bodie before giving him a playful wink. Her bathrobe slipped slightly off one shoulder as she moved, revealing a tantalizing glimpse of her smooth, pale skin. Without a backward glance, Candy fled the room, her bare feet padding softly across the carpet. The sway of her hips and the bounce of her breasts beneath the thin robe were hypnotic. Bodie's eyes followed her retreat, his cock already stirring to life in his pants.

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As Candy stepped into her room, the soft click of the door closing behind her seemed to echo in the quiet space. Meat lay exactly where she had left him, sprawled across the bed, his deep snores a rhythmic hum in the air. His black, thick cock, now flaccid, yet intimidating, rested against his thigh, a stark contrast to its earlier state of arousal. Candy felt a wave of relief wash over her as she took in the scene; Meat was still fast asleep, oblivious to her brief absence. She had been dreading the thought of another round with him, her body still sore from their earlier encounter.

Candy placed the meal package on the bedside table, the crinkle of the wrapper echoing softly in the quiet room. She turned to her bag, flipping it open with a sense of trepidation. Her fingers brushed against the delicate fabric of the white bikini, the strings thin and almost nonexistent. It had been a gift from Andy, her husband, for their honeymoon—a token of his desire to see her embrace her sensuality. Yet, she had never worn it, despite his persistent requests. Now, here it was, brought along for Meat, who lay oblivious in his sleep.

Candy slipped into the bikini, the sheer fabric clinging to her curves like a second skin. The top, barely covering her poking nipples and a hint of her saucer sized, pink areolas, left most of her breasts exposed, the material so thin it might as well have been painted on. She adjusted the strings, feeling the cool air brush against her skin as the fabric shifted, threatening to reveal even more. The thong bottom was worse—a tiny triangle of cloth that just covered her mound, leaving her ass completely bare, the string digging into her cheeks as she moved. She put on her bathrobe and without making any noise, she exited the room again.

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Candy wrapped the tiny bathrobe tightly around her, the fabric barely covering the revealing bikini beneath. She moved with cautious steps, ensuring not to draw attention as she made her way up to the roof. The jacuzzi, already bubbling and inviting, was exactly where Bodie had described. The warm steam rose from the water, creating a misty veil that danced in the cool evening air. The roof was dimly lit, with only a few flickering lights illuminating the area, casting long shadows across the floor. Candy felt a mix of excitement and apprehension as she approached the jacuzzi, the sound of bubbling water already soothing her sore muscles. She glanced around, ensuring she was alone, before she began to untie the sash of her bathrobe.

As she reached for the robe's sash, a thunderous voice shattered the serene ambiance, making her heart leap into her throat. "Who's ya? Wha'chu doin' 'ere?" it boomed, each word echoing like a drum in her ears. Candy's blood ran cold as she spun around, her hands instinctively clutching the robe tighter over her chest.