His Spring Break Harem (His Asian Spring Break Harem)

Chapter Two

Chapter Two

It had been a long time since he had been on holiday, at least, anywhere he had actually wanted to go.

He had either been too busy with work to actually book anything, or had been forced to compromise on a destination with his (now-ex) wife. He smiled bitterly as he considered how their holiday ‘compromise’ always ended with them going where

she

wanted, two weeks wasted, the whole time spent lying on a beach, surrounded by people just like them, looking for all the comforts of home, only with better weather.

He’d found holidays to be a limbo, a place where he could neither work nor relax. There was nothing for him to see or do in these “compromise” locations, except sit at the bar and drink, watching the world go by as he counted down the hours as his wife baked on the beach.

Sure, there were nice moments, like walks after dinners by the sea. But even these were fleeting incidents that simultaneously made the whole thing bearable and increasingly intolerable as it gave a glimpse of what things

could be like

. He wanted adventure, he wanted culture, he wanted

to actually do something.

But most of all, he wanted to be free.

As he sat there at the poolside bar, watching the college students continue to frolic in the pool, the brilliant sun shining down from the almost cloudless sky, he absent-mindedly rubbed the bare spot on his finger where his wedding band had been for years. He had always hated the feeling of jewellery on his skin, but now that it was gone it felt as though there was something missing, a part

of him

missing.

“Another?”

He turned to see the barmaid behind him. She was Japanese, mid-twenties, stunningly beautiful with her perfect white teeth on display in an utterly disarming smile.

“Please,” he said.

“Sex on the beach?”

He thought of making the same joke a million other people had made, but decided to simply cringe inside and curse himself for having the thought at all.

“Please,” he said.

“You got it,” she said, turning away.

“Virgin,” he shouted after her.

“That’s an awfully intimate question,” she said, as she began preparing the drink, looking at him over her shoulder, “but what do you think?”

He felt a shock of panic rush through him, but as she laughed a wave of relief swept over him.

“I remember,” she added, “don’t get too many requests for non-alcoholic beverages around here.” She glanced at the revellers in the pool.

“I bet,” he said, turning his stool to face her properly. “I err… don’t….”

“No need to explain,” she said, pouring the mixture into an ornate-looking glass, “I’m here to serve.”

She popped a pink parasol into the glass, picked it up and carried it over to him.

“You serve very well,” he said, instantly worrying it would be taken the wrong way. The only thing more cringe-worthy than a guy hitting on a female bartender was a

much older guy

hitting on a

much younger

female bartender.

She said as she leaned in, whispering in his ear,

“You have no idea.”

She bounced back up quickly, her warm breath skin prickling his skin as she asked,

“Cash or card?”

“Err, card,” he said, trying not to think about his cock twitching in his shorts as he felt her hot breath on his ear and her sweet perfume swirling in the air around him.

“Perfect,” she said, “I’ll just go get the machine.”

He inhaled deeply as he watched her bounce across the bar, her juicy ass gripped firmly by a pair of tight shorts. And for a moment, he thought maybe this wasn’t so bad after all.