White Mamba
It was hot outside. Drops of sweat were sliding down Laurel’s body. Just dressed in a flaky summer dress, Laurel still felt the hot Greece summer. Being trapped behind her laptop and doing work stuff wasn’t helping for sure. Laurel envisioned her All-Inclusive Resort vacation a bit differently, though. She wanted to recharge with her daughter and mother and forget the nasty divorce she went through. But a new work emergency prevented her from enjoying herself. This was Laurel’s first proper vacation since before getting pregnant, about 4 years ago. Wedding, pregnancy, motherhood, and then the divorce a couple of months ago prevented her from escaping her stale life. She was happy she got a chance to run away from that life, even if it was just for a week. She took another sip from her mojito and continued to stare at the laptop. She was trying to focus, but the hot weather and noises were too distracting. Not to mention all the hot people walking past her all the time. She looked at all these tanned lean bodies and wished she was under one of them. Laurel didn’t get laid in a year or so, and she felt it. Surrounded by all these muscles, tight shorts, and a tall tanned man, started a flame in her that she thought was extinguished after her husband and baby daddy left her. The thought of one of these studs grabbing her and making her his sex toy, made her all hot and bothered. She fished an ice cube out of her mojito and started to slide it over her soft lips, her neck, right to her breast. Laurel started slowly caressing her breast when suddenly a waiter interrupted her. “Another mojito, Miss?”, he said with a thick English accent. “No thank you.”, Laurel replied timidly. As the waiter walked away, Laurel took a good look at him. The tight white shirt showcased his young muscled body well. She bit her lip as she watched him go behind the bar. With a loud noise from the pool, Laurel got out of her trans, packed her stuff, and made herself on her way to the room. As she started walking, she tried to glans if someone caught sight of her yearning body.
It was past 9 pm. Laurel’s mother and daughter already fell asleep and Laurel was bored. But more importantly, the outside heat was getting to her. It was too early and too hot for her to go to bed and Greece TV wasn’t really for her. After scrolling bit through her phone, she suddenly caught herself singing to the music coming through the window. She could go to the bar for a drink she thought. She got up from the bed and walked to her suitcase. She thought for a swift second then took out the little black dress and swiftly changed into it. It fitted her perfectly, showcasing her B cups and firm ass, well. Laurel headed out to the outdoor bar. As she arrived at the bar, she was shocked at how many young people were there. She thought they would explore the wonders of Rhodes Nightlife and not be stuck at the Hotel bar. But the energy was good. People were talking, dancing a bit, having a good time. She timidly approached the Bartender and asked for a Mojito. The pretty lady nodded and went ahead to prepare her cocktail. The Bartender was sight for sore eyes. She certainly gets enough tips here Laurel thought. The Bartender is a tall lady with voluptuous black hair, a nice rack covered by the Resorts signature white t-shirt, and a nice booty to complete the look. A 10 out of 10 in Laurel’s book. As she got her cocktail, Laurel started looking around a bit. Most of the people were paired up, couples chatting and dancing, exchanging PDA. Eventually, she saw a couple of well-styled older men sitting together. They were on their phones and chatting. She noticed them earlier at the pool. They spoke English well and seemed to be a couple. Laurel went up to them. She shyly asked them if she could sit with them at the table. They’ve embraced her nicely. The conversation and drinks were flowing. They joked around and rated the hot and not-so-hot men around them. In the midst of the conversation, Carlos just went quiet. He swallowed a lump. “Here he comes.”, Carlos said with a dose of excitement in his voice. “Who?”, Laurel asked. “Ohhh yeah. The White Mamba has arrived.”, Ralph added. Laurel started slowly to look around, searching for whoever her new friends were talking about. Then she saw him. Dressed in a beige Linen shirt and pants, the White Mamba was a game changer. That short-haired muscular tanned man that just walked up to the bar counter was something different. Striking energy, edgy face lines, broad shoulders, and a perfect smile. Ralph and Carlos started to giggle while Laurel was trying to get a hold of herself. “Who is that?”, she somehow asked the men beside her. “We don’t know.”, Ralph answered. “They call him White Mamba and he looks like a million bucks.” “You can add a couple more millions to that”, Carlos added with a smirk on his face. Ralph and Laurel laughed along. “Why do they call him White Mamba?”, Laurel curiously asked. “Not to be the one to spread rumors, but. . .” Carlos stopped for a second. “Apparently, he has a huge dick, but his Netheregion is pale as fuck. So, his hookups call him White Mamba.”, Carlos finished. Laurel could see it, a person with that type of energy and confidence must be packing. And even if not, he is definitely a good lay, Laurel thought. She continued to follow the actions of the gorgeous man from afar. He stood by the counter and started chatting up the gorgeous bartender. They’ve smiled a lot Laurel noticed. In moment of starring, Laurel and he locked eyes across the bar. As Laurel felt her heartbeat raising, she locked away and took a sip of her mojito. Ralph and Carlos burst out laughing. Laurel was blushing. “Stop you two.”, she somehow managed to say before putting the straw of her drink into her mouth again. Laurel tried not to look at the gorgeous stranger but wasn’t really successful at it. But what was bothering her more, was the jealousy that she noticed growing inside her. The bartender seemed way too cozy with him. If they have something going on she has no chance she thought. As time flowed Laurel and the stranger would occasionally lock eyes. Laurel would flip her hair occasionally and try to push her breast to the forefront. Laurel tried her best to get into the conversation with Carlos and Ralph but her eyes and mind were repeatedly wandering off to the stranger. “Laurel enough.”, Carlos eventually said. “What? What have I done?” Laurel said wondering what she did wrong all of a sudden. “Honey, your thirsty and it’s showing. Either go and get that fine piece of meat or get yourself together.” Carlos concluded. “I don’t have a shot, guys. He is definitely banging that Goddess behind the counter.” Laurel added. “Don’t think so. She seems smarter than that. And even if they are, it doesn’t mean she won’t share him for a night.”, Ralph said as he took a sip of his cocktail. “Also, you are just as gorgeous honey. So go shout your shot.”, Ralph added as he put his drink down again. The three of them started to giggle. “Okay. So, let’s yolo that Mamba like there is no tomorrow.”, Laurel said as she gathered enough courage to stand up and approach the bar.
Laurel slowly moved towards the gorgeous man that made her knees weak. As she came closer to the bar counter, she once again locked eyes with the stranger. They nodded at each other. A smile erupted on Laurel’s face. She looked to the bartender. “The same?”, the Goddess asked Laurel before she could say a word. “Yes, please.”, Laurel muttered. The bartender nodded and went to her cups and bottles. “Very polite.”, the stranger said with a deep voice as he took a dip from his cigarette. Laurel’s heart skipped a beat. A smile was the best thing she could give him at that moment. She felt his eyes on her body, taking in every inch of her untanned skin. She felt her face slowly blushing. “First day here?”, he asked while putting a cigarette back into his mouth. “Yes.”, Laurel somehow muttered. “By the look of it, you’re at least a week here.”, she added. He grinned. “Definitely, not my first day here. But as of now the most eventful day.”, he said as he was turning to Laurel exposing his tanned muscular body. His shirt was midway buttoned down, showing off his large pecs and signs of his flat stomach, sleeves cramped showing off his underarm veins. The bartender putting the cocktail in front of Laurel brought her back to reality. “And won’t you share what made this day so eventful?”, Laurel asked curiously as her nerves finally started to calm down. The stranger slowly leaned towards Laurel and put his cigarette out in the ashtray with one hand while his other hand slid down Laurel's back to her ass. “I’ve met you.”, he whispered into her ear. He leaned back to his initial position with a devilish smirk on his face. Laurel was flabbergasted. She wanted to jump his bones right there, in front of everyone. He swiftly bit his lower lip before taking another sip, of what Laurel presumed was Whiskey. She wanted to kiss those full lips, squeeze his arms, and lose herself in his embrace. Laurel knew it was now or never. She took a step towards him and put her hand on his budging pecs. “Do you know a place where we can get to know each other better?”, Laurel said as they locked eyes again. “I surely do.”, he said with a confident voice. He looked at her, but not like before. He was looking for reassurance. As Laurel slightly nodded, he grabbed the lighter from the counter, put it into his pocket, and moved a couple of steps away. He turned towards Laurel, “Are you coming?”, he asked confidently. Laurel started walking towards him, as she approached him, he took one hand out of his pocket, grabbed her by her waist with his massive palms and her pulling her closer to him. As they entered the main building she walked a couple of steps ahead of him, he watched her lead the way. Her perky ass stood out perfectly in the silky black dress. She walked slowly, moving her hips seductively to the beat of music in the background. As she reached the entrance to the reception she turned around and leaned onto the entrance frame. She summoned him to her with her finger. He closed in, no space between them, the heat of his body turned her on. She got up on her fingertips and pressed her lips against his full lips, no tongue, just exchanging the heat of the moment. His hands glided to her lower back, pulling her in.
It was hot outside. Drops of sweat were sliding down Laurel’s body. Just dressed in a flaky summer dress, Laurel still felt the hot Greece summer. Being trapped behind her laptop and doing work stuff wasn’t helping for sure. Laurel envisioned her All-Inclusive Resort vacation a bit differently, though. She wanted to recharge with her daughter and mother and forget the nasty divorce she went through. But a new work emergency prevented her from enjoying herself. This was Laurel’s first proper vacation since before getting pregnant, about 4 years ago. Wedding, pregnancy, motherhood, and then the divorce a couple of months ago prevented her from escaping her stale life. She was happy she got a chance to run away from that life, even if it was just for a week. She took another sip from her mojito and continued to stare at the laptop. She was trying to focus, but the hot weather and noises were too distracting. Not to mention all the hot people walking past her all the time. She looked at all these tanned lean bodies and wished she was under one of them. Laurel didn’t get laid in a year or so, and she felt it. Surrounded by all these muscles, tight shorts, and a tall tanned man, started a flame in her that she thought was extinguished after her husband and baby daddy left her. The thought of one of these studs grabbing her and making her his sex toy, made her all hot and bothered. She fished an ice cube out of her mojito and started to slide it over her soft lips, her neck, right to her breast. Laurel started slowly caressing her breast when suddenly a waiter interrupted her. “Another mojito, Miss?”, he said with a thick English accent. “No thank you.”, Laurel replied timidly. As the waiter walked away, Laurel took a good look at him. The tight white shirt showcased his young muscled body well. She bit her lip as she watched him go behind the bar. With a loud noise from the pool, Laurel got out of her trans, packed her stuff, and made herself on her way to the room. As she started walking, she tried to glans if someone caught sight of her yearning body.
It was past 9 pm. Laurel’s mother and daughter already fell asleep and Laurel was bored. But more importantly, the outside heat was getting to her. It was too early and too hot for her to go to bed and Greece TV wasn’t really for her. After scrolling bit through her phone, she suddenly caught herself singing to the music coming through the window. She could go to the bar for a drink she thought. She got up from the bed and walked to her suitcase. She thought for a swift second then took out the little black dress and swiftly changed into it. It fitted her perfectly, showcasing her B cups and firm ass, well. Laurel headed out to the outdoor bar. As she arrived at the bar, she was shocked at how many young people were there. She thought they would explore the wonders of Rhodes Nightlife and not be stuck at the Hotel bar. But the energy was good. People were talking, dancing a bit, having a good time. She timidly approached the Bartender and asked for a Mojito. The pretty lady nodded and went ahead to prepare her cocktail. The Bartender was sight for sore eyes. She certainly gets enough tips here Laurel thought. The Bartender is a tall lady with voluptuous black hair, a nice rack covered by the Resorts signature white t-shirt, and a nice booty to complete the look. A 10 out of 10 in Laurel’s book. As she got her cocktail, Laurel started looking around a bit. Most of the people were paired up, couples chatting and dancing, exchanging PDA. Eventually, she saw a couple of well-styled older men sitting together. They were on their phones and chatting. She noticed them earlier at the pool. They spoke English well and seemed to be a couple. Laurel went up to them. She shyly asked them if she could sit with them at the table. They’ve embraced her nicely. The conversation and drinks were flowing. They joked around and rated the hot and not-so-hot men around them. In the midst of the conversation, Carlos just went quiet. He swallowed a lump. “Here he comes.”, Carlos said with a dose of excitement in his voice. “Who?”, Laurel asked. “Ohhh yeah. The White Mamba has arrived.”, Ralph added. Laurel started slowly to look around, searching for whoever her new friends were talking about. Then she saw him. Dressed in a beige Linen shirt and pants, the White Mamba was a game changer. That short-haired muscular tanned man that just walked up to the bar counter was something different. Striking energy, edgy face lines, broad shoulders, and a perfect smile. Ralph and Carlos started to giggle while Laurel was trying to get a hold of herself. “Who is that?”, she somehow asked the men beside her. “We don’t know.”, Ralph answered. “They call him White Mamba and he looks like a million bucks.” “You can add a couple more millions to that”, Carlos added with a smirk on his face. Ralph and Laurel laughed along. “Why do they call him White Mamba?”, Laurel curiously asked. “Not to be the one to spread rumors, but. . .” Carlos stopped for a second. “Apparently, he has a huge dick, but his Netheregion is pale as fuck. So, his hookups call him White Mamba.”, Carlos finished. Laurel could see it, a person with that type of energy and confidence must be packing. And even if not, he is definitely a good lay, Laurel thought. She continued to follow the actions of the gorgeous man from afar. He stood by the counter and started chatting up the gorgeous bartender. They’ve smiled a lot Laurel noticed. In moment of starring, Laurel and he locked eyes across the bar. As Laurel felt her heartbeat raising, she locked away and took a sip of her mojito. Ralph and Carlos burst out laughing. Laurel was blushing. “Stop you two.”, she somehow managed to say before putting the straw of her drink into her mouth again. Laurel tried not to look at the gorgeous stranger but wasn’t really successful at it. But what was bothering her more, was the jealousy that she noticed growing inside her. The bartender seemed way too cozy with him. If they have something going on she has no chance she thought. As time flowed Laurel and the stranger would occasionally lock eyes. Laurel would flip her hair occasionally and try to push her breast to the forefront. Laurel tried her best to get into the conversation with Carlos and Ralph but her eyes and mind were repeatedly wandering off to the stranger. “Laurel enough.”, Carlos eventually said. “What? What have I done?” Laurel said wondering what she did wrong all of a sudden. “Honey, your thirsty and it’s showing. Either go and get that fine piece of meat or get yourself together.” Carlos concluded. “I don’t have a shot, guys. He is definitely banging that Goddess behind the counter.” Laurel added. “Don’t think so. She seems smarter than that. And even if they are, it doesn’t mean she won’t share him for a night.”, Ralph said as he took a sip of his cocktail. “Also, you are just as gorgeous honey. So go shout your shot.”, Ralph added as he put his drink down again. The three of them started to giggle. “Okay. So, let’s yolo that Mamba like there is no tomorrow.”, Laurel said as she gathered enough courage to stand up and approach the bar.
Laurel slowly moved towards the gorgeous man that made her knees weak. As she came closer to the bar counter, she once again locked eyes with the stranger. They nodded at each other. A smile erupted on Laurel’s face. She looked to the bartender. “The same?”, the Goddess asked Laurel before she could say a word. “Yes, please.”, Laurel muttered. The bartender nodded and went to her cups and bottles. “Very polite.”, the stranger said with a deep voice as he took a dip from his cigarette. Laurel’s heart skipped a beat. A smile was the best thing she could give him at that moment. She felt his eyes on her body, taking in every inch of her untanned skin. She felt her face slowly blushing. “First day here?”, he asked while putting a cigarette back into his mouth. “Yes.”, Laurel somehow muttered. “By the look of it, you’re at least a week here.”, she added. He grinned. “Definitely, not my first day here. But as of now the most eventful day.”, he said as he was turning to Laurel exposing his tanned muscular body. His shirt was midway buttoned down, showing off his large pecs and signs of his flat stomach, sleeves cramped showing off his underarm veins. The bartender putting the cocktail in front of Laurel brought her back to reality. “And won’t you share what made this day so eventful?”, Laurel asked curiously as her nerves finally started to calm down. The stranger slowly leaned towards Laurel and put his cigarette out in the ashtray with one hand while his other hand slid down Laurel's back to her ass. “I’ve met you.”, he whispered into her ear. He leaned back to his initial position with a devilish smirk on his face. Laurel was flabbergasted. She wanted to jump his bones right there, in front of everyone. He swiftly bit his lower lip before taking another sip, of what Laurel presumed was Whiskey. She wanted to kiss those full lips, squeeze his arms, and lose herself in his embrace. Laurel knew it was now or never. She took a step towards him and put her hand on his budging pecs. “Do you know a place where we can get to know each other better?”, Laurel said as they locked eyes again. “I surely do.”, he said with a confident voice. He looked at her, but not like before. He was looking for reassurance. As Laurel slightly nodded, he grabbed the lighter from the counter, put it into his pocket, and moved a couple of steps away. He turned towards Laurel, “Are you coming?”, he asked confidently. Laurel started walking towards him, as she approached him, he took one hand out of his pocket, grabbed her by her waist with his massive palms and her pulling her closer to him. As they entered the main building she walked a couple of steps ahead of him, he watched her lead the way. Her perky ass stood out perfectly in the silky black dress. She walked slowly, moving her hips seductively to the beat of music in the background. As she reached the entrance to the reception she turned around and leaned onto the entrance frame. She summoned him to her with her finger. He closed in, no space between them, the heat of his body turned her on. She got up on her fingertips and pressed her lips against his full lips, no tongue, just exchanging the heat of the moment. His hands glided to her lower back, pulling her in.
