5. Luca
Luca
When I pull up to my apartment, I get out of the car ready to shower and fall asleep before it’s time to socialize once again.
As much as I appreciate my job, waking up before the sun comes out and working until lunch is rough, making me feel more tired than normal.
Add having to be social with others and it depletes me even more.
It's not that I don't like the people I work with.
In fact, most of them are my friends or people I grew up with.
It's just that I can only handle so much socializing before I need to retreat.
I've lived in Los Cabos my whole life, and though there are a few resorts around here that bring people from all over the world, it's actually a small town among the locals. Everyone knows me and my family.
Turning on the faucet, it only takes a few minutes for the water to heat up.
I undress myself before climbing into the shower.
When the hot water hits my skin, the muscles in my back finally relax—I didn't even realize how tense I’d been feeling.
I let the water drip down my back as I lean against the wall, my mind drifting to the beautiful woman from this morning.
My cock hardens the moment a picture of her pops into my head, and my hand instantly wraps around it.
Slowly stroking, I imagine watching as my goddess drops to her knees, water dripping down her breasts, making her pale skin flush with desire.
Bending over, I’d place a soft kiss on her lips, but she’d let out a squeak when I pull away.
"Your lips taste so good," I’d tell her as I straighten back up to my full height, smiling down at her.
"I want to taste you," she’d mutter, her hands drifting up my thighs pulling my ass toward her. My cock would dangle in front of her face and she’d look up at me through her eyelashes, licking her lips, like she's asking for my permission.
"Do it," I’d whisper to her.
She doesn't hesitate as her warm wet mouth engulfs my cock and almost brings me to my knees. My hands slam into the wall, helping to hold me up. "Fuck," I moan.
I’d look down to see her bobbing up and down on my cock, and it turns me on even more. Saliva would drip down her chin with each and every thrust of my cock, and I've never seen anything sexier.
"Your mouth feels so good," I groan, and she hums in response, hitting my cock in a different way and it's feels amazing. Fuck if this is what her mouth feels like, how the hell would her pussy feel? I'm probably going to die the moment I enter her.
"Yes, give it to me," she’d mumble.
My legs tremble as my orgasm approaches. I’d thrust into her mouth, her tongue swirling around the tip. Her nails would dig into my thighs, and I’d glance down and see that she's rubbing herself.
"Yes. Touch yourself, goddess," I breathe.
She’d listen, her fingers picking up speed with every thrust. I can see in her eyes that she's getting closer and closer.
Closing my eyes, I take a deep breath because I don't want to come too early.
I want us to orgasm at the same time. My hands would tangle in her hair, holding her still as I use her like a rag doll.
My goddess would love it because suddenly the hand on my thigh tightens, tears falling down her cheeks as she pops off my cock, groaning my name.
At the same time, my cock swells and I’d paint her whole chest with my cum. When I finally open my eyes, the woman in my fantasy is gone and I see my cum painted all over the shower tiles instead.
"Fuck, that was the most real fantasy I've ever had," I mutter to myself.
I can't believe I'm now fantasizing about a woman I don't even know, and I've never come harder with my own hand.
It doesn't matter because even if I search high and low tonight, the probability I will even find her is so low that this seems ridiculous.
Instead, I decide to focus on cleaning myself up, especially getting the sand off.
I grab the body wash and continue on with my routine.
Moments later, I'm finishing up and getting out of the shower.
Exhaustion takes over me and I quickly move to pull on a pair of boxers.
Plugging my phone in, I make sure to set an alarm in time to wake up for happy hour.
Right after, I find myself lying down on my bed, my eyelids drooping.
The last thing I remember thinking about is the goddess with light brown hair waving in the wind with a sly smile.