Yes. Yes it does

It does.

You lean in for a kiss, and Jess turns her head so that your lips graze her cheek. "Lipstick!" she points out. "You don't want to rub it off before it ends up on your cock do you?" You look shocked but she smiles. "Baby, just because you wore my pussy out doesn't mean I can't still take care of you. I'll be on my knees all night if you want," she whispers. "And after dinner, maybe you won't want me to take this off before you finish. All over my new black dress?" You groan and she laughs. "But you gotta buy dinner before dessert," she points out. You laugh, surrendering to her tease.

"Technically, I already did," you counter, but you grab your wallet and phone, ready to head downstairs for a meal. Jess smiles at you and waits as you close the door. She leans into you and you let your arm lay around her shoulder comfortably. As usually happens, you notice your hand is very close to the top of her right breast. You slide your finger under the dress for the briefest moment and Jess sighs delightedly.

"You're already touching my breast," she purrs. "Do you really like them that much?" she asks. You lean into her hair and kiss her head. You pull your finger out and lewdly grope her in the resort hallway. You feel her firm flesh bend, but she says nothing as you make your way to the elevator. Jess sighs as you stop in front of the elevator and she feels your hand slide under her dress. "I figured you'd like the accessibility," she moans as you gently flick her nipple. "You just want to fuck me again. You're trying to get me wet," she says. The elevator door opens, and to your relief (and some surprise), no one is on it.

You both step in, and Jess moans into your mouth as you kiss her. It's a nice distraction as you expose the breast you've been mauling. You push the down button and whisper "I want an appetizer," before bringing your face down to her breast and gently sucking her nipple into your mouth. Jess groans as you gently tongue and tease her nipple before pulling away, leaving her breast out. You stare at her tit for a moment before looking at Jess's eyes.

"How. You completely fucked me this afternoon, and now I can't think of anything but riding you again," she moans. "I'm so horny I don't even care my tit's out," she says quietly. You lean over to suck it again quickly, before pulling back and letting her cover it. The elevator door opens more suddenly than you expect, and you both grin as you start. This time you see another couple come in. The young woman looks familiar, and you realize it's the newlyweds to whom you gave your seat. The young man is wearing a very corny Hawaiian shirt, with a straw hat, but is also wearing a shit eating grin as his buxom wife walks in wearing a bikini. You got a good look at the airport, you remember, but now her breasts are simply overwhelming the top she wears.

She bounces in, immediately hugging Jess and thanking her again. "This has been the honeymoon of an era!" she says, really loudly, and it takes about two seconds for you to realize she's hammered. "Al here has gotten me anything I could have wanted. And he has been rewarded," she says, overemphasizing the innuendo in her voice. She takes an exaggerated look at her cleavage. "He likes showing me off," she says proudly. Jess nods.

"He has good reason," Jess tells her, patting her on the shoulder. Al glances around, half embarrased and half enjoying it. You wonder if Jess has ever bragged on you like that, but the thought floats away as the young wife bounces again, her heavy breasts threatening to overflow the cup of her bikini.

"So does your guy," she whispers, loudly enough for everyone to hear. Jess flushes. "Seriously. If I hadn't just gotten screwed on the beach, I'd invite you to our hotel room." Jess's eyes widen in shock and the bikini clad woman just laughs. "Oh no, Al wouldn't do anything besides, you know. We could have fun together. But, like I said, Al just took care of me," she beams proudly.

"Glad to hear it," Jess says, and the embarrassed smile on her face is nothing compared to Al's. He wishes you both good night as you leave the elevator, and you hear his young bride mention something about finishing the blowjob before the second floor as she begins to sink to her knees. Jess puts her hand in yours and you both somehow manage to keep from laughing before the door closes.

"If I'm ever that drunk," Jess begins. You reach around her shoulder and cup her tit. Jess makes an "ooh," sound as she gasps. Jess looks up to you with shining eyes.

"If you're ever that drunk, what?" you probe, and Jess hears the shift in your voice. She bites her lip as she recognizes a slight dominant streak you sometimes display, and she smiles as she responds.

"I'd actually probably act just like her," she whispers back. "So eager to get you off. In a bikini so every guy and girl that walks by can see my tight, fit body," she moans. "Dammit John. I want dinner before you get me too hot," she says, and breaks the spell by thumping you on the arm. "I promise you can fuck me three ways to Sunday as long as I get food," she says. Her voice is angry, but she's smiling the whole time. You laugh and she bites her lip.

"Maybe we can go to the beach tonight? After dinner?" she asks. "When it's dark?" You grin.

"Then I won't get to see your tight, fit body," you counter. She smiles and whispers.

"You can see it with your hands... and mouth," she points out. You grin widely and are still wearing the ghost of that grin when you arrive the resort's restaurant. The smell of the food hits you from even in the doorway, and you both realize how hungry you are. You separate slightly, Jess's left hand in your right. You find yourself enjoying the cool metal of the ring against your palm.

You are seated quickly, and you both find yourselves right in the middle of the dress code. The person immediately to your right is wearing jeans (though nice, and likely pressed) with a polo shirt, while a woman three tables away is in what looks to be an evening gown, yellow, and very soft, flowing fabric. The menus are placed in front of you, and the waiter hands you the wine list.