Salomé returns to spend the night

As the early evening arrives, the long-awaited message arrives.

How about we go out tomorrow morning? But do you mind if I spend the night at yours, so we can get going first thing?

No-one objects, and within seconds she receives a chorus of messages to the effect of "sure, come on over!"

An hour later the doorbell rings, and Salomé is back, this time out of her swimsuit, wearing a short airy green skirt that exposes most of her well-toned brown thighs, along with a low-cut crop-top that makes the best of her artificially large breasts and well-sculpted midriff.

She walks in the door carrying an overnight bag, and gives you a kiss on the cheek that feels strangely electric after all that she has already done.

"Do you mind if I share your room tonight?" she asks.

"Sure," you stammer, pointing to your door, "it's just there."

Salomé opens the door and puts her things down one step inside, conspicuously bending over to give you a view up her skirt, which hides a fluorescent green thong so tiny as to fully expose the sharp tan line left by her already-skimpy bikini that she was wearing earlier in the day. She looks around to catch the three of you staring, and gives a smile.

"I think you saw something you liked," she says flirtatiously. "But first you should buy a girl dinner!"

She takes the three of you to a small hole-in-the-wall restaurant with some of the best food you've ever eaten. Your local guide has lots of benefits, you think. This is going to be a great holiday.

The four of you continue your evening at a cocktail bar, where you knock back a couple of deceptively-sweet tropical drinks that loosen everyone up, before Salomé suggests that you all go back to the apartment for an early night, all the better to pack in a full day tomorrow.

With her sharing your room, you don't object to spending more time back there.

After you arrive, though, Will pulls out his bottle of rum again, and you and Ross both accept a shot, while Salomé declines, wanting to try to get a good night's rest. Taking the hint, you offer to help her get settled in, and the two of you head to your bedroom while Ross and Will continue their increasingly-drunken party in the living room.

"I thought we'd never be alone," says Salomé. "After all the fun we had this morning, now it's your turn to repay the favor."

She stands at the edge of the bed, bending slightly forward to lean with her hands on the mattress.

"Why don't you kneel down and get that pesky underwear out of the way," she suggests, and you are only too happy to oblige.

You fully undress and then drop to your knees behind her, and run your hands up her thighs and over her smooth bubble-butt, before reaching her hips, and the thong that barely separates you from her pussy. You slide it down, and once it has stretched across her large buttocks, let it fall down her legs to land around her feet.

She steps out of the thong and turns around to face you, lifting up her skirt and exposing, to your complete shock, not a beautiful shaved pussy, but eight inches of fully-erect mushroom-headed cock.

As her giant shaft stares you in the face, your ****-slowed mind racing as you try to figure out what to do. You want to run from the room, but your nakedness inhibits you from going can out to the living room with Ross and Will, especially when everything up until now had left you rock-hard. Outwardly you show no reaction but stunned silence, and before you can say anything, Salomé takes command.