It was late July in Florida, needless to say it was sweltering heat. The only reprieve to be offered was inside. The buses weren’t air conditioned, and the 45 minute bus ride was a hot one to say the least. The short walk from the bus to the door always seemed endless. My phone buzzed in my pocket. I knew it was him but I couldn’t check it while I was “on stage” (Disney term for being in costume and in the public eye). I hurried into the cast area. Beads of sweat trickled down my neck. As I stepped into the chilly hallway of the building I pulled my phone from my pocket. His text said, “Things are about to get hot!” A wry smile played across my lips as I wrote out my response, “Promise?” I could feel my heart speed up waiting for the reply. Out of the corner of my eye, as I was clocking in, I thought I saw him pass by the other end of the hallway. My phone buzzed and I casually checked it, in case he was looking at me. “Yep. I promise!” I thought that was an odd response. So I shook my head and walked into the backroom of the shop. The very first thing I heard was, “The AC is broken,” I immediately thought what a dick! He got me! I giggled to myself and just thinking about him turning up the heat already had me a little wet.
Author: dirtydaddysgirl13
On Our Way to the Beach Part 1 [Mf] [oral] [mast]
I rolled over in my bed to silence the buzzing. I groggily looked at the screen to dismiss the alarm. Much to my chagrin, it was the only thing worse than my alarm; it was my mother calling me.
As I hit the answer button, I already knew I had made a mistake. I wouldn’t mind talking to her if she would keep the conversations short but that never happened. About 30 minutes later we said our goodbyes. Unfortunately I was wide awake. After a short 4 hours of sleep I begrudgingly got out of bed. A certain soreness in my upper thighs pleasantly reminded me that it wasn’t just a dream after all. As I walked to the bathroom I could feel how wet my panties were: perhaps it was real and a dream.
Disney World; Where Dreams Come True [Mf] Str8 [oral] [true]
Working at Disney World (on an internship) was a real trip. I worked in a merchandise location, but for the sake of discretion I won’t say which one. The buzz of the lighting was getting on my nerves and the faint sound of jeopardy on the break room tv was not helping. The uncomfortable booth was dirty when I sat down, and if I hadn’t cleaned it off, it would still be covered in trash. As I sat there, (not really) enjoying my short break, I began to wonder if that hot maintenance guy had seen me.