On our taxi ride to the hotel, I was so enthralled at being in the tropics that I was feeling a great need to fuck my guy. I envisioned me straddling Marty in the water, getting him hard, and slipping his cock in through a leg opening of my bathing suit that I’d have pulled aside to receive him. That visual had me crossing and uncrossing my legs in hopes of relieving the craving since I couldn’t do much about it at that moment.

I saw her less than a minute after lamenting, “Why didn’t I buy a shawl when we were at the market last night? I’m freezing!”

My husband and friends just looked at me, since they knew it was a rhetorical question, because, why didn’t I buy one after each of them had wisely purchased something warm for the cooler mountainous climate? It was cold at this location in the winter, especially early in the morning.