Rain sucked in a breath as his large hands began to rub and knead her ass. When his fingers slid down into near proximity of her intimate places she struggled to contain her gasps and coos. She bit her lip and looked over at Trish who had a mischievous grin in her face. She knew! She knew Ben would do this to her! Trish really was an imp! She was so fucking close! As Ben’s hands left her ass and moved down her legs she was trembling with need. She looked back at him and caught his eye.
Ben felt Rain squirming under his hands and he could tell she was really worked up. Truthfully he’d spent more time on her ass than was strictly necessary but it was so damn sexy. He saw her desperate look when he moved his hands down to her legs. She must have been closer than he thought. He glanced around but the pool area was becoming busy with other guests taking the chairs nearby and staff moving amongst the chairs to take orders. While Trish and Susan were watching with rapt attention they were also getting glances from the other guests. He realized there was nothing he could do for Rain at the moment.
With an apologetic look he moved his hands down her legs and she moaned quietly in disappointment.
Rain looked over at Trish who was doing her best to stifle her laughter. It had been her idea to get the g-string. She knew how worked up Ben would make her. Grinning wickedly at the smugly happy redhead Rain began to plot her revenge.
Ben got up and made his way back to his lounge. He was showing against his swimsuit and Susan admired the view.
“Would you like me to return the favor and get your back?” Ben asked to distract her and she beamed a smile at him with a nod.
She laid on her stomach and Ben plucked the ties undone on her top, folding it open. She squeaked in surprise as she hadn’t expected him to do that. She looked over her shoulder and saw Ben’s embarrassment.
“I- I’m sorry. I assumed you’d want to avoid tan lines too,” he said.
“It’s ok… leave it open,” she said, feeling a happy tingle spreading through her pussy. She felt so naughty! When his strong hands touched her skin bolts of electricity shot through her body deliciously but she managed to stifle her moans. Most of them.
Ben made his way from her neck and shoulders and worked downwards. She wasn’t wearing a g-string so he didn’t spend so much time on her ass but by the time he was finishing up on her feet she was purring. She smiled at him so he laid down on his own lounge chair and relaxed. He saw he was still tenting his trunks but he was fed up with trying to hide the damn overactive thing. He closed his eyes and just listened to the sounds around him. Soon he was lulled by the heat of the sun, the sound of the water lapping at the side of the pool and the quiet murmur of conversation around the pool. He dozed off.
“BEN!”
He jolted awake to see concerned brown eyes looking down at him. It was Rain and Trish was standing behind her.
“What? What’s wrong?” he gasped. He realized he was sweating profusely and he was gasping for breath.
“You must have fallen asleep. You were having a nightmare. We heard you calling out in your sleep.” Rain said. “Can you recall what you were dreaming about?”
Ben’s head snapped to the side as images of fire and the sound of screams flashed through his mind. Then it was gone. He sat up and ran his fingers through his hair.
“What… what did I say?” he asked hesitantly.
Rain’s brows furrowed as she tried to recall. “I think you said ‘no’ but angrily. Then you said it again but you were choking on the word like you were terrified.”
“It sounded like that to me as well,” Trish offered.
Ben shook his head then stood, avoiding their eyes. “Time for a swim.” They were situated near the deep end of the pool so he walked forward and just stepped off the edge, letting himself sink to the bottom. It was refreshing after the heat of the sun. He kicked off and swam towards the shallow end.
Trish and Rain watched Ben jump in the pool and shared a worried look. Rochelle walked over.
“Was that Ben crying out in his sleep?” she asked.
“Yes. He had a nightmare but he wouldn’t tell us what it was.” Trish replied.
“I don’t think he remembered,” Rain said.
Trish looked out at the pool and saw Ben surface some distance away. “He remembered. He just doesn’t want to face whatever it was.”
Ben made his way back to the room after his massage in the spa feeling truly relaxed. He could get used to this spa treatment if he let himself. Trish and Rochelle were still there having manicures, pedicures, facials, and getting their hair done. They’d tried to add Rain but the spa had been booked solid. They promised her they’d include her in their next visit. Instead she went back to their room to read.
Ben let himself into the room and spotted her sitting on a lounge chair out on the balcony. He joined her and took the chair next to hers. She’d pulled a t-shirt on over her bikini and was reading Lolita though she put it down to smile at him.
“How was your massage?” she asked.
“It was very relaxing!” he smiled. “Rochelle is joining Thomas for dinner tonight with his brother and his friends so it’s just you, Trish and I for dinner.”
“Susan isn’t joining us?” she asked cheekily.
“Not tonight… but she’s always welcome,” he added, pitching his voice to be overheard in case she was peeking through the wall divider once more.
Rain chuckled as she caught on.
Ben looked at the woman sporting a variety of tattoos and smiled. “Do you have a story for each tattoo?”
Rain looked at her arms with a thoughtful expression. “Yes, I guess I do but not all of them are for sharing.” She looked at the big man in the hotel robe. “Much like how you don’t talk about your scars.”
He nodded then shrugged. “What Trish told you last night pretty much covers the story of most of them. I don’t really have much to say about them. Experience marks.” He frowned then shook his head to clear it. “This feels like I’m doing it backwards considering our activities this morning but who is Rain Palomo? You… have someone at home?” he asked cautiously.
She smiled at his concern. “No, I have no one at home. No boyfriends. No family for that matter. I’m an orphan.”
“Foster parents?” Ben asked.
She nodded and looked at her hands. “I was really young when my mom died. I was moved between homes at the start. Had some bad experiences and it really messed me up. Then I was taken in by a really tough old lady and her sweet old man. They set me straight and treated me well. Like a real person. They got me some therapy and helped me catch up on my schooling. I learned I was smart and with their support I really started fast tracking. They saw me graduate high school and I won a bursary so I enrolled in University to be a psychologist. They were killed during a home invasion while I was out celebrating with a friend.”