Aunt Judy's XXX
The tropical sun cast a dappled pattern through the palm fronds, warming her skin as she watched him approach. Her smile was a slow, deliberate curve as she let the thin strap of her sundress slip from her shoulder. His professional composure faltered for a heartbeat, his gaze lingering on the soft curve of her neck. She leaned forward, the whisper of fabric a promise as she revealed the gentle swell of her bosom, her eyes holding his with an unspoken challenge. The air thickened with the scent of salt and blooming hibiscus, charged with a tension that made her heart flutter. A soft sigh escaped her lips as she turned, the fabric clinging to the generous curve of her hip, a silent invitation he was powerless to resist. His hand, when it finally touched her waist, was hesitant yet electric, sending a shiver through her entire being. In the secluded shade, their breaths mingled, a prelude to a kiss that tasted of stolen sunshine and longing. Every careful barrier between guest and server dissolved into the warm, humid air, leaving only raw, trembling vulnerability. This was a surrender not to passion alone, but to a connection that felt both thrillingly new and deeply, profoundly familiar.
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