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By (user no longer on site) OP 40 weeks ago
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So, I’ve been going to this sun beds near my place for a couple of months now. It’s a small spot, nothing fancy, just a few beds and a front desk that always smells like coconut oil. I started going originally to get a bit of color before summer, but I stayed because of Elena. She’s the owner, around mid-40s, with this red hair she always ties back loosely, an hourglass figure, and a devilish smile. She’s got this vibe about her…. confident, maybe a little flirty, but not over the top.
I found her Facebook a week ago, just out of curiosity, and man, her photos… there was one of her at some beach bar, wearing this skin tight red dress, with her hard nipples poking through. She’s slim waisted, at least DDs, with a very shapely ass and legs that go on forever.
Anyway, this particular day I showed up for my usual 12-minute session. Place was dead, no one in just the low hum of the machines. Elena was at the counter, messing with some paperwork, and when she saw me, she gave me that smile. “Bed three’s all yours,” she said, her voice kind of warm, like she was glad to see me. I mumbled back a thank you and went off to the room.
I got settled in, stripped down completely, started my timer and lay on the bed. It was warm already, like sinking into a heated blanket. I had my phone with me, and, okay, I know this sounds dumb, but I pulled up Elena’s Facebook again and went right back to that photo, but a few below it there was another one I hadn’t noticed before—her in a black bikini at the beach. My brain went to where most would… I was alone, the door was locked, so I reach down and started stoking just a little, thinking about her. The warmth, the privacy, her face on my screen… it got to me.
Next thing I know, I must’ve dozed off. I’d been up late the night before, and the bed’s heat just knocked me out. I don’t know how long I was out, but I woke up to the sound of the door clicking. My eyes snapped open, and there’s Elena, standing right there, one hand on the doorknob. My phone’s still on, open to her profile - and i was sporting a semi. I froze, like deer in headlights, my heart hammering.
“Everything okay in here?” she asked, but her tone wasn’t mad. It was curious. Her eyes flicked to my phone, then back to me as I lay there dazed still fully waking up. I started stammering, covering myself with my hands as best I could. She took a step further into the room, glancing at my phone as she did presumably checking what she saw. As she did the door close behind her.
“Long day, huh?” she said, crossing her arms. She was wearing this fitted white top and thin leggings. Both left very little to the imagination and up close, she looked even better than in her photos.
I mumbled some excuse about falling asleep, my face burning, but she didn’t seem fazed. “Happens more than you’d think,” she said, her voice softer now, almost playful. She nodded at my phone. “Nice taste, though.” Before explaining that the photo was taken on a girls holiday right after she got divorced 18 months ago. While speaking she’d moved further into the room and was now moving my neatly folded clothes from the chair onto the floor. I was confused trying to work out what was happening when she sat down and blurted out “well don’t let me stop you, I can see you need it”. She was right while she’d been moving my clothes I’d been staring at the outline of her thong through her leggings and before I knew it I was rock hard.
I gave her a look to as to say are you sure, to which she just said “go on, pick up your phone, look at my pictures and stroke it”. A bit taken back by what she’d said but who was I to argue, with my phone in one hand I used the other to slowly stroke my length. |
