Ten Hours: Ch 18
Kendra's questions mount as she walks poolside at Chutswith's resort and flirts with a handsome stranger
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The resort had an imposing main building opening to a courtyard with three swimming pools and cabanas surrounding them. A circular bar had access for swimmers and for guests walking up to order.
Palm trees dotted the pool decks and the property’s perimeter.
Kendra strolled through the courtyard passing behind a palm tree, lounge chairs, and eyed a few couples including one using a cabana and kissing with the man running his fingers through the hair of a woman whose back was to Kendra.
He slipped a hand up her tummy and beneath her bikini top. He slid a curtain on the cabana closed but before he shut off access, she noticed the skin tone. Rhana.
The man shut the next curtain and Kendra moved close enough to listen to the sounds of kissing and caressing while entranced by the silhouette of the couple behind the curtain with bodies moving close, apart, and finally melding together with groans. Rhana was being fucked. The masseuse who had visited Kendra and Asher and warned her to return to Maple Grove was being fucked poolside in the cabana.
Kendra stepped away on tip toes to choose a spot. She hadn’t shared Rhana’s odd warning with Asher, Max, or Darla because she felt the need to dig deeper. They were walking to the resort’s casino and she kept her eye on the shadows while she stepped away.
“Exciting to watch, isn’t it?”
The deep, confident sounding voice shocked her. A man with thick, black hair with toned body held a drink. He looked delicious bare chested with a few slivers of chest hair, enough to tickle the lips.
“Yes, exciting.” Kendra sported a bikini and thought it strange that only a handful of men and women were lounging around a sprawling area.
“Would you like a drink?”
“Sure. Margarita, unless that sounds too blasé, too common.” Kendra sensed eyes from somewhere behind.
“Common? It’s popular for a reason.” He motioned to the bar. “I’m Jeffrey. Jeffrey Hough.” He glanced at her fingers.
“I’m Kendra.”
“Husband?” He set his drink on the bar and settled on a stool and invited her to do the same.
“At the casino, with a couple of my friends.” She settled on the stool.
“Perhaps he’ll get lucky.” Jeffrey’s eyes sparkled.
“Would you like to know if he does?” Flirting had a daring edge.
His eyes scanned Kendra from her head, over her breasts, and down her legs that were crossed one over the other.
“I’d enjoy all the details. After all, I agree that watching is quite stimulating. So is listening.”
His tone, mannerisms, and body teased her sensual lusts. Kendra had a momentary thought that it was best to maintain a distance. Except that she was drawn to the flirtations. “Watching, listening. You forgot a third.”
“Which is?” His eyes perked.
“Doing.”
“Ah, doing. Reaching that state of moving closer and closer to ecstatic moments.”
A familiar cry came from the cabana catching Kendra’s attention. The shadow rising and falling over the man’s prone position looked familiar. She appeared to be riding on top. The length of hair. The moans.
Rhana.
She was being fucked.
The man noticed Kendra’s distraction. “Has a hypnotic quality, doesn’t it?”
“I’d say so.”
Was Rhana doing so … willingly? Why had she told Kendra to get back to Maple Grove?
Confusion struck and yet Kendra’s clitoris pulsed. Her sexual desires were brimming over despite the sex she had already been having. Sex begat more sex like success begats success.
“Maybe that’s why indulging our senses is so wonderful.”
“Because we forget everything else around us?” she asked.
“Exactly. I hope you don’t forget me. I’ll be seeing you, I’m sure of that. And I hope your husband gets lucky. Very lucky.” He held his glass in a toast, sipped, and strolled away past the pools and to an outcropping of smaller buildings.
Kendra felt drawn to him and wondered again why so few people were in such a large space. An idea struck. Luxurious palaces and getaways in countries where dictators rule were mostly empty, except for the fortunate few. Maybe Chutswith was quite selective.
A whisper of “Oh, fuck” traveled from the cabana.
Kendra turned to see the silhouette of hands reaching for breasts and decided Asher was going to get quite lucky despite her questions, now spinning like a top in her thoughts.
The shadowy figure on top, Rhana, now had her ass in the air and the other figure was gripping her from behind.
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