The cart trip to her room

Emma followed the train of guests down to an open air courtyard where luggage and passengers were being loaded onto electric carts to taxi them to their villas. She waited in the outdoor lounge with the bulk of the tourists until her number was called out. She was on her feet and approaching the front of the line of parked vehicles by a small road. They were surprising small and cute looking, but comfortable enough for a leisurely ride. She was one of five other guests to plop themselves on board. As soon as everyone was ready, the cart left the reception area to drive down the asphalt jungle path. The scenic trip there was breathtaking. Although it was night time, the lights and the sound of the sea seemed so magical. The beaches they passed. The mysterious pristine jungle facades they went under. It was unlike anything she had ever experienced before. Every step of the way, her eyes came into contact with another wonder to be gawked at. She was sitting in front next to the driver the entire way, the young local man that that had called out the group number.

Then she felt a pressure on the thigh of her right leg. Turning, she finds the bellboy's fingers brushing up against her side as he was shifting gears. Every time he shifts, he would brush the side of her leg up or down, sending odd shivers up her spine and tingling down her suddenly sweetening cunt. She had not felt the touch of a man in almost a year, ever since her ex husband moved out of the house and having no luck in getting another man. It was a fascinating, even pleasurable feeling, for something so simple and obviously childish to get excited over. It was like her entire body had reverted back to the days when she was in law school, where every touch was like a lightning bolt to her loins. For some reason while locked in the euphoria of discovery, she was liking it. She gave the driver a once over. A seemingly average looking man at least ten years younger than her. Not the kind of man she would want to touch or be touched by, but her loosened state demanded a long burning desire for adventurous contact. She does this by stealthily lingering her hand to the side, before landing it right on his crotch. The moment she felt the hidden treasure twitch underneath, she could not help but breathe a small sigh, exploring the length and the rapidly growing hardness. A brief turn to her side told her all she needed to know about his reaction. He was smiling wide, letting her do whatever she wanted. The longer she went, the less she thought about the inappropriate oddity and danger of messing around with a complete stranger who she has not even spoken a word to just yet.

Every time they stopped for the bellboy to unload a passenger or group and their bags, she would retract her hand for him to get to work. When he returns to continue the journey, she would go back to stroking him over his uniform. After the second last drop off before her, her hand had reached into his pants to directly feel up his now rock hard cock. When they were finally alone, she would not hide her naughty grin any longer. The slick texture she was stroking was driving her crazy. The only wonder she stared at now was the moist and stiff dick in her hands the entire trip to her villa.