**Her name was Georgie.** She was petite, brunette, funny, and cute. And she had always been a part of Eric’s dreams. She had been since the day Eric had met her long ago. He’d been at a hotel resort then. He was eighteen and at his prime of teenage hood. She, being eighteen as well, had been with her girlfriends lying by the pool, basking in the glorious sun.
That day, Eric was working his normal shift. He had started his summer job at the hotel weeks before and was still new to the rules. So, without thinking he confidently approached the trio. He remembered blushing at the sight of Georgie’s smile as she saw him approach in his pool-boy uniform. Eric hadn’t been able to speak properly at first and remembered jumbling his words before taking a deep breath and asking, “Is there anything I could get for you, ladies?”
They giggled and smiled and asked him to go get them drinks which he did. But as he left, he heard a voice call after him. “Hey, pool-boy; what’s your name?” Turning, he realized it had been the brunette girl he couldn’t stop thinking about.
“My name?”
“Yes, what’s your name?”
“Eric,” he stammered.
The girl giggled. “My name is Georgie,” she said smiling.
He didn’t know why he was actively going out of his way to serve them. They hadn’t called him over and they already had drinks. Plus, there were plenty of waiters around to do that – he was, after all, a pool-boy. Yet there he had been, eighteen, aroused, and… well blatantly naïve.
But Eric realized that despite being young, the question was, what was an eighteen-year-old supposed to do during his summer work course in Ibiza but to ask three young ladies if they needed anything?
The rest of the day went by well for Eric. He thought a couple times about how his friends were spending their holidays, and a couple times he thought about Georgie. He’d look at her from where she lying by the pool and he’d undress her. He’d think about untying her bikini bottoms to reveal her beautifully heart shaped ass. He thought about untying her bikini to see her firm and ample breasts.
Realizing he was getting hard, he stopped thinking about Georgie. “Think about something else,” he grumbled. He couldn’t afford to get aroused here. Not now. Later, the girls said their goodbyes and left, retiring to their hotel rooms. Eric on the other hand waited out the rest of his work shift and cleaned the pool way into the evening.
He wasn’t sure how he felt. Did he feel disappointed that he hadn’t gotten any of their numbers let alone Georgie’s? He shook all the negative thoughts coursing through his head and finished his work for the day.
He left the hotel and walked on for a few blocks. His apartment was close by. As to how he had come to afford the apartment at his age? Well that was a story for another occasion. Eric continued to stroll passed the rows of buildings lit with street lights and house lights on either side. It was only seven at night. As Eric got closer to his destination he heard the sounds of the bazaar a few houses away from him. The bazaar was at the centre of a dozen of houses built in a semi-circle. Eric had wanted to go but was too tired and as he passed his turn to go and see it something occurred. The sound of a woman’s voice could be heard.
Eric turned around swiftly to face a woman he couldn’t quite see yet. She stepped into the light and immediately Eric felt a wave of relief course through him: Georgie, the pretty English girl.
She looked at him closely smiling. “You’re the pool-boy right?”
“Yes,” he stammered hearing giggles in the background.
“Don’t mind them. Those are my friends from before.” Her friends approached the boy stopping behind Georgie as if she was the leader of a gang. By the looks of it, they had been drinking.
“Do you know where I can get a taxi? I don’t know this place very well and I don’t want them to walk home alone.”
Eric was puzzled, “You’re not going with them?”
“No,” she said shaking her head. “I want to enjoy the rest of the night here… see more of the bazaar.”
*
Finding a taxi minutes later, Eric helped the girls into the vehicle and after some thought looked once more at Georgie.
“Are you sure you don’t want to go?” he asked her. She nodded.
“I want to see the rest of the town,” she repeated, “and I think it’ll be nice to have someone more familiar with the area show me.” It wasn’t a question. The sound of her voice quivered, nervous – almost as if she was acknowledging something else like her thirst for the foreign boy standing in front of her.
Georgie looked away blushing as Eric responded. “Okay, I’ll be happy to show you, but I have to go back to my apartment and change… if that’s okay?”
In all honesty Eric had no intention of undressing her and having his way with her, but as he walked home with her beside him, Eric couldn’t help but glance at the outfit she was wearing. The dress, knee length and flowing delicately with the light breeze, was satin blue like the ocean. They matched her eyes, a mesmerizing blend of green and hazel. At the bottom of her dress was a pattern of yellow flower petals. As he continued to gaze at her, Eric realised that he may have been looking too closely – the fabric of her dress was semi-transparent. The dress hugged a beautifully shaped body. She was athletic, Eric wondered. Maybe a swimmer, maybe a runner. He could feel a part of him beginning to breathe a different kind of warmth as he registered the pale-coloured bikini top and bottoms in lace, and looked away in a hurry, blushing and pretending as if he hadn’t seen a thing. But as they continued to walk towards his apartment, he couldn’t help but think about the outline of her body, the thong she wore, and the way the dress brushed delicately against the skin of her bottom. He was surprised that Georgie hadn’t taken any notice of him looking at her.
She smiled and gazed up at the stars and just as Eric was about to ask about her reason for being on the Spanish island, he walked through the open gate of the courtyard leading to his apartment.
He was home and with a girl he had only dreamt about. Eric reached for his keys and looked over his shoulder and smiled at Georgie, still unsure about her decision to follow him home. Part of him thought she was mental, but another part told him that she was here for something else – that there was another reason, full of passion and colour.
“Would you like to come in?” he asked her.
She nodded and smiled and walked into the house after him, closing the door behind her with a soft click. Eric turned on the front lights and made sure that the house was secure and quiet. He then took off his shoes and looked at Georgie.
“Would you like something to drink?” He asked her softly. Georgie looked at him and nodded. “A glass of water please,” she said.
Eric left her standing at the entrance to his apartment, returning moments later with a cold glass. “Before we go,” he said, “I’d just like to hop into the shower. Is that okay, Georgie?” She nodded in response and watched as Eric walked away to another room.
Little did Eric know; Georgie had only been thinking about him. You see for her this was her one holiday to explore, to be away from home and do whatever she wanted. There were no parents and there were no questions. It was simple: for Georgie to let go and have a good time on her holiday in Ibiza.
Eric on the other hand only had thoughts about Georgie. He was a little curious as to how and why she had agreed to come home with him. Of course the thoughts between them were innocent but as Eric took off his shorts and top to reveal his sun bathed skin, he looked down at his member and raised an eye brow. He was semi-hard and all of a sudden, he could only think about her wearing her bikini. The water steamed and he hopped into the shower, rubbing his muscular body with ease, releasing the stress and tension in his muscles as he soaped himself. He shampooed his hair, and he rubbed his cock.
Standing in the middle of his apartment, Georgie felt impatient. She looked around and realized that there wasn’t much for her to do. Curious, she went in search of the bathroom to find Eric and hurry him. As she approached the bathroom she noticed the door wasn’t closed. There was a gap between the threshold and as she peered through the opening, she held her breath at the sight of Eric’s naked bottom facing her as he moved in the shower.
She saw that his eyes were closed and as he turned around Georgie held her breath to stop her from gasping. She looked at Eric’s body in admiration; his chiselled body was bear for her to see, and his cock, long and stiff, seemed to beckon her to touch it. Biting her lower lip, Georgie hoisted her dress to her waist and slid her hand passed her bikini bottoms. Slowly and gently, Georgie rubbed her throbbing clit before dipping a finger passed the folds of her pussy. Bringing the finger to her lips, she tasted herself and felt her knees shake. Bringing the finger back to her clit, Georgie continued to watch Eric shower. Biting her lips, she kept her eyes on him. His eyes were still closed.
Georgie felt the warmth of her legs increase as her finger continued to make circles around her clit. However, Georgie didn’t realise that her breathing that gotten louder; she was startled suddenly and took a step back as the shower turned off. Moving away from the door, Georgie, anxious that she had been seen, closed her eyes. She could hear Eric wiping the steam from the shower-door and imagined him peering through to see if anyone was there. A moment passed when Georgie heard the shower turn back on. Steadying her breathing, she looked at the ceiling and wondered what she was doing. It took her a moment to realise that her hand was still pressed against her pussy. Peering through the crack in the door again, Georgie felt her heart skip a beat. Eric had turned around again with his bottom facing her. It almost seemed as if he didn’t care if he was or wasn’t being watched, but as Georgie resumed masturbating, she watched as Eric took his cock in his hand and began to stroke himself. The sounds of his moans and groans left her feeling intoxicated. All she could think about was his body pressed against hers as his cock slid in and out of her. The thought of clenching his cock with her pussy as she orgasmed made her shiver.
Georgie dropped the dress she wore to the floor, untied the sides of her bottoms, and slipped out of her top. Naked, Georgie pushed the bathroom door wide enough to slip through.
She walked into the bathroom, slowly opened the shower door, and without a word put her arm around Eric’s waist, replacing his hand with her own. Without thinking she kissed his shoulder and felt a wave of relief and euphoria as Eric’s fingers found the opening to her pussy and slipped into her waiting, wet, and hungry pussy.
He toyed with her, rubbed her softly with his fingers, dipped his fingers in and out of her, and rubbed her clit. And she stroked him firmly with one hand while her other caressed his sensitive and throbbing scrotum. She could only think about making him cum. And he could only think about making her cum. As they continued to play with each other, steam from the shower rose from their naked bodies, the sound of the water splashing against their bodies muffling their moans, groans, and whimpers.
Georgie felt an orgasm coming close. She pushed her pelvis harder against the back of Eric encouraging him to slip his fingers deeper inside of her, and as he entered her, she stroked his cock faster. A groan escaped his lips and a muffled squeal slipped through hers as she pressed herself against his naked back.
Eric turned around then. He grabbed Georgie by her bottom and pulled her closer to him, letting his cock grind against the opening of her sopping, wet pussy. He cupped her face in his hands and meeting her lips, kissed her sweetly, romantically and lustfully. She sighed, trembling at his touch.
“Fuck me, Eric. Please.” She groaned breathlessly. Kissed her fully once more, Eric trailed his lips from her neck to her nipples as his cock continued to press eagerly against her pussy.
Moving his hips up and down, Eric felt his shaft slide over her pussy and felt his knees shake. Keeping his grip on her waist, he teased her for a little longer making her growl eagerly. Georgie was trembling for his throbbing cock to disappear into her.
“Please, please; fuck me,” she gasped breathlessly. “Put it in me.”
Turning her around with her ass facing him and her hands pressed against the wall of the shower, Eric gripped her bottom and spread her cheeks and watched as Georgie pressed herself against him, making his cock slip into her. For a second, the world seemed to stop as Georgie and Eric gasped simultaneously. As inch by inch of Eric’s cock disappeared into Georgie’s pussy, Georgie clenched her pussy around his length, encouraging him to slide all the way in. Feeling his hips touch her bare bottom, Georgie moaned. “Fuck you feel amazing. Pull back and slide back in for me, please.” Keeping his grip on her bottom, Eric moved back and forth slowly, gasping with excitement as how wet Georgie was.
“Ay Dios mío, you feel amazing, Georgie,” he groaned.
“Do you like how my pussy feels?”
“Yes…”
Reaching back, Georgie grabbed one of Eric’s hands and guided him to her breasts. “Play with my nipples while you fuck me,” she moaned. “Please pinch my nipples.”
Eric was more than happy to accommodate her request as he continued to slide in and out of her. He fucked her passionately, like a lover would have, like a man possessed. He spanked her ass, grabbed her neck, pressed his thumb against her asshole, and thrusted in and out of her pussy as if she was all he had ever wanted to fuck.
“I’m going to cum, Georgie. I’m going to cum.”
“Cum for me, Eric. Cum for me,” Georgie moaned loudly. Eric expertly and quickly slipped out of her pussy and shut the water off before turning Georgie around. Georgie instinctively knew what Eric wanted and kissed his lips passionately as she slid two of his fingers into her pussy while she gripped his cock and masturbated him. The moment his fingers slipped into her, Eric finger-fucked Georgie’s pussy vigorously and hungrily, making her cry out in delight.
“Fuck…” she groaned. “I’m cumming, baby. I’m cumming…” She shook and trembled as his fingers continued to dip in and out of her hurriedly.
“I’m going to cum,” he groaned. “Can I cum in your mouth?”
“Yes,” Georgie replied breathlessly as she got onto her knees and slipped Eric’s cock into her mouth, her hand still wrapped around him, masturbating him, encouraging him to erupt in her mouth and down her hungry throat. As she continued to massage his length with her lips and hand, Georgie looked up at Eric. He was in heaven. With his hands on the back of her head, he beckoned her to take his whole length. Georgie sucked like a virgin and relished the taste of her own cum as she felt his length slide in and out of mouth. She moaned, groaned, and smiled whenever Eric groaned.
“I’m cumming,” Eric yelled. Georgie felt his cum rush from the tip of his cock, filling her mouth almost in an instant. Gripping his bottom to pull him in closer, Georgie felt Eric’s length disappear down her throat and his body doubled over from the sensation. Feeling his cock throb in her mouth aroused her as she swallowed his load. Kissing the tip of Eric’s cock endearingly, Georgie giggled. “That was fun… Fuck me again?”
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