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Spring Break Baby Burrito (Spring Breakers)
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Bayleigh has sun-kissed skin with lots of curves and her tiny bikini has me wanting more than her drink order.
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She has no idea how hot she is, lying there on a lounge chair, a Kindle in hand. Good
thing I’m standing behind this pool bar, because my cock is hard as hell. I can’t help but look at her, lounging in the sun with skin that sparkles like the sand. My damn hard-on knows what it wants. And right now, it’s most interested in this woman sitting in her string bikini with the right amount of junk in her trunk.
A waiter walks toward her, and sets a plate on the table beside her. I make a few margaritas for the vacationers waiting for their drinks at the swim-up bar, my eyes on her the whole time. I can hear her from where I stand.
“Oh, this looks so good. Thank you so much,” she says, handing him a tip.
He smiles appreciatively, and I’m glad she isn’t like some tourists who come here without the decency to tip the staff working so hard to make their vacation a dream. As the owner of this resort, I like to know how it operates at the ground level. Today, that means I’m behind the bar, taking orders.
The woman licks her pink lips and picks up her food, groaning in pleasure as she eats her burrito. A friend of hers walks over and sits on the lounge chair opposite her. I wish I could hear more of what they’re saying, but what I gather is that my dream girl is starving and that this burrito is her favorite meal on Earth.
I smile. I like a woman with an appetite.
My cock twitches, thinking the exact same thing.
When she finishes her food, she steps into the pool, and I clench my jaw. Heads turn — men and women alike. Whoever this beauty is, she has everyone’s attention.
In the pool her tits look even better, glistening with droplets of water. She pauses, talking to the group of ladies she came here with. They’ve been at the pool all afternoon.
“Last call,” I shout from the bar. The pool bar closes at five, when most resort guests head back to their rooms to change before dinner at one of the six gourmet restaurants. She swims toward me, and my heart pounds. I’m so ready to meet her — I’ve been thinking about it for hours. How can I articulate how hot I think she is without coming across as a goddamn creeper?
She sits on the stool in the water, and a friend of hers swims over and takes the seat beside her.
“What can I get you ladies?” I ask, aware of the sun falling across her eyes. She squints, a hand over her eyebrow.
“A pair of sunglasses?” she asks with a laugh. It’s a laugh that sounds like waves rolling. I could drown in that laugh.
I take my glasses off, handing them over. “Your wish is my command,” I tell her, inwardly groaning at my phrase. How cliché. She doesn’t seem to mind.
“Wow, what a gentleman,” she says, looking me over before sliding my glasses on her face and covering her baby blues.
“Always am,” I tell her, aware of her eyes running over my bare chest, my arms, my tanned torso.
She bites her bottom lip. I know she likes what she sees.
“God, Bay, good thing I have my hat,” her friend says playfully.
“That your name? Bay?” I ask, not wanting to appear too eager but, fuck, I want to know every damn thing about her.
She nods. “Well, Bayleigh James. And this is Tabby, my best friend. What’s your name?”
I point to my name tag that reads BRO. She smiles. “So you’re a real bro, huh? Let me guess, you’re a frat boy who moved down here after college to have some fun with the girls on spring break?”
I chuckle. “You think you got me pegged, is that it?”
“I bet I’m not too far off, Bro.” She adjusts her string bikini; the triangle cups aren’t doing a very good job of keeping her girls covered.
“It’s Brody Williams, actually,” I clarify. “So what can I get you ladies?”
“Tequila.” Bay grins, patting the counter. “The best stuff you’ve got.”
“As you wish.” I turn and grab the Patrón from the cooler, pour two shot glasses full, dip limes in salt. Hand them over to Bay and Tabby.
“No way, you have to drink too,” Bay says to me with a wide smile.
Tabby pushes her glass toward me. “No more for me, I’m spent. The heat is getting to me.”
Bay frowns. “Want me to go back up to the room with you?”
Tabby slides off the stool and shakes her head with a laugh. “No, have fun with your new Bro, and enjoy the beach. There’s a big party out there tonight.”
Bay twists her lips. “I don’t know if I wanna hit that up alone.”
Tabby points to their girlfriends in the pool. “Tracy and Lydia will be there. Besides, I think your Bro will make sure you get home safe.”