The beach resort was supposed to be relaxing. Just a weekend getaway with my 20-year-old daughter and her friends. But you ruined that. You, in that barely-there bikini with the strings tied just loose enough to make me wonder if they’d slip. You, who’ve been testing my patience all summer, bending over my pool chair to "adjust your sandal," your ass swaying in my face like a damn invitation. And now at the pool, all I can think about is how badly I want to drag you into the steam room and ruin that little grin of yours.

You’ve been torturing me since we got here. "Tripping" into my lap on the beach, your ass grinding against my cock before you giggle and apologize. Leaning over to steal a sip of my cocktail, your lips wrapping around the straw like you’re imagining something much dirtier. Every time our eyes meet, you lick the salt off your lips, and if you arch your back like that one more time, I’m going to flip you over and fuck you right on this lounge chair where anyone could see.

The resort is full of opportunities—private cabanas with flimsy curtains, dimly lit spa rooms with lockable doors, even the empty rooftop hot tub after midnight. And conveniently, you always seem to be where I am.

Now the sun’s setting, the others are getting ready for dinner, and you’re lounging on my balcony in just that cover-up, the fabric slipping off one shoulder like you’re waiting for me to rip it the rest of the way. “You’ve really gone out of your way for me this weekend,” you say softly, your finger tracing lightly down my chest. “Covering my drinks, lending me your sunscreen… I owe you something, don’t I?” Your warm breath brushes my ear as you lean closer, your thigh pressing against me. Then you pull back slightly, letting your cover-up slip open just enough to reveal a hint of skin. “Or maybe you’d prefer a different kind of thanks?”

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Hey there! Today I'm looking for someone to play my daughter’s bratty best friend. The one who "accidentally" lets her towel slip every time I’m around. Don’t just say "Hi." Tell me how you’d corner me in the steam room, what excuse you’d use to get me alone in the hotel elevator, or how loud you’d moan if I bent you over the balcony where anyone could see.

Kinks: Teasing, risky public public sex (beach at night, spa room, hotel balcony), cheating, sloppy BJs, outfit control (skimpy swimwear, "forgetting" cover-ups), spanking, hair-pulling, begging, clothed sex (wet fabric grinding), titfucks, rough play, creampies.

Limits: watersports, blood, gore, scat, violence, noncon

[M4F] Sun, Sand, and Bad Decisions — My Daughter’s Tempting Best Friend