Total pages in book: 26
Estimated words: 24269 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 121(@200wpm)___ 97(@250wpm)___ 81(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 24269 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 121(@200wpm)___ 97(@250wpm)___ 81(@300wpm)
I sigh, a bit bored. I’m here to check out the new pool renovation, and of course, management has done a great job. But is it so different from the clubs I’ve been to in Ibiza or Majorca? No, it’s about the same. As a result, I’m not that interested. It takes a lot to impress me these days because I’ve seen a lot, and lived a life of luxury ever since I got my business off the ground. Let’s just say the pool set-up is excellent for New York, but it's difficult to top the best of the best at a world-wide level.
But then, my eyes catch on a gorgeous girl walking to the edge of the pool, and I do a slight double-take. Holy fuck, she’s spectacular with those heaving curves and brown curly hair. Even more, the woman is wearing the tiniest red bikini that’s so small that it’s barely even there, but hey, at least she’s wearing one because a lot of the other women here are completely nude, letting their slick curves do the talking for them. In fact, a few loungers over, there are a few girls giggling while pulling their pussy lips open to show off their glossy pink interiors, in case that attracts any of the billionaires.
But somehow, the clothing makes this mystery brunette all the more alluring. Her huge double D breasts spill out of the tiny top because really, only her nips are covered by the material. In fact, the fabric is so thin that I can see them poking out from behind the thin cloth. But it’s not just those gorgeous jugs. The brunette’s waist is slim, her hips are wide, and her stomach soft-looking, just the way I like it. Nothing turns me off than hard-bodied women who look like they just came out of a Jane Fonda work-out video. I find those bodies neither feminine nor sensuous, and I can’t understand why anyone would want to have abs or buns of steel. That’s for men, and not for the women in my bed.
Plus, the brunette’s features are gorgeous. Big brown eyes look around innocently, as if she doesn’t see the debauchery around her. A mess of wild curls frame her face perfectly, and her cheeks are full and round, those lips plump and pink. They’d look perfect wrapped around my length, come to think of it, and my shaft jerks with anticipation.
But then, she bends to step into the water, that big ass rising a bit, and I let out an audible groan. Oh fuck. The fabric of her bikini bottoms is tucked between her cheeks so that her whole ass is exposed save for a stripe of red covering her anus. She hesitates for a moment, and then slowly submerges that ripe body.
Holy shit. I’ve never wanted to get my hands on a woman so badly in my life before. My cock twitches as she grips the pool edge, making her way to a deeper area. Hmm, she’s clinging quite tight to the tile, it looks like. Does this girl know how to swim?
But even as that thought crosses my mind, the answer is apparent because the beautiful brunette loses her grip on the edge, and I see a look of frozen horror on those pretty features before her head submerges. Is she okay? I stand to look but it’s hard to tell because of the rippling of the waves, and because she’s totally underwater. Maybe she’s just having a private tea party with her arms and legs swaying back and forth?
But then, the brunette surfaces for a moment, her expression horrified. She opens her mouth as if she’s going to scream but her head disappears under the water again before any sound can come out.
Oh shit. She’s definitely in trouble. No one around us notices because they’re too busy getting it on, but I jump out of my lounge chair and start running to the pool. Oh shit, oh shit. The gorgeous brunette is drowning, and I’m the only man who can save her.
4
PETUNIA
I can’t think. I can’t function. Sheer panic has overtaken my form and I’m thrashing about underwater, but my limbs feel heavy and nothing is computing. Am I going to die? Is this how it ends?
I try to scream again, but all that comes out is a mouthful of bubbles. Time is running out and my movements are becoming weaker and less vigorous. My limbs now feel heavy as well as light, and honestly, I am starting to think that now is a good time for me to start making peace with the fact that these may be my last moments on Earth.
Bye Mom, bye Dad, I think blearily. I love you and I’m sorry it had to end like this. Bye Rover. I love you all.