“I’m sure one of Gabrielle’s upcoming homework assignments will be a striptease. So we’ll just be jumping ahead in the lesson plan.”
His eyes adopt a mischievous gleam. “I guess this means we need to catch up with the homework assignments we’ve missed so far.”
“That’s a good idea. We wouldn’t want to be the slackers who never do their homework and are still expecting to ace the class.”
I step back. Jayden releases his one-armed hold on me.
My hands go to the hem of my T-shirt, and with imaginary music playing in my head, I move my hips in time to it. I slowly slide the hem up my body, revealing my stomach, teasing him, turning the dance into a sensual game.
Keeping my knees together and my hips still moving, I slowly crouch partway, before returning to a stand. Jayden is practically drooling as he watches me.
I slide the hem of my T-shirt up the rest of the way, yanking it over my head. I toss it toward the love seat. It doesn’t make it that far and lands on the floor a few feet from it. Next to come off are my shorts. They end up near the T-shirt.
I undo the front of my bikini top. The fabric falls away from my breasts, and I toss it somewhere near where my T-shirt landed. The music continues playing in my head.
Covering my breasts with my palms, I push them together, enhancing my cleavage. I’d feel like an idiot if it weren’t for the way Jayden is looking at me. He’s like a starving wolf, staring at Little Red Riding Hood’s picnic basket, eager to sample the goodies.
That alone bolsters my self-confidence.
I release my breasts and slide my hands down my sides, to the string ties keeping my bikini bottom in place. A moment later, that too is no longer covering my body.
And so concludes the dance portion…
Jayden closes the distance between us once more. I reach for his swim trunks. “Let me help you with those.”
He doesn’t try to stop me. I pull on the drawstring, untying it. His hard length is noticeable through the fabric, and I lick my lower lip in anticipation.
I carefully pull his swim trucks down, freeing his cock.
For a fleeting second, I wonder if maybe this isn’t such a good idea. Every time I see him, I’ll have this image of him in my brain.
Which will make working with him slightly more challenging.
Sure, I’m not guilt-free when it comes to my unexpected fantasies about him, but now I won’t be able to banish them as easily as I could before this trip.
I mentally shrug away my concern, convinced that I’ve got this covered (excuse the pun), and lower his swim trucks to his ankles.
He steps out of them.
He’s also wearing a short-sleeved shirt, but to remove it means removing his sling, so I leave it in place. I do, though, unbutton it. To hide his body while we’re screwing would be a shame.
“It’ll be easier for you if I ride you,” I say. And then I have another thought. “I don’t suppose you came prepared and have condoms in your suitcase?”
“I have one in my wallet.”
“Only one?”
He nods. “I wasn’t expecting to have sex here. But we can always find a drug store in town.”
“Can’t we just look for them in the gift store? I’m sure they’ll have them there.”
“Right. We came here but forgot to pack condoms?”
“Or maybe we greatly underestimated how many we’d need, and we ran out of them on day two. We weren’t expecting Gabrielle’s classes to make us so…horny.”
He laughs. “You might have a point there. Okay, we’ll check what they have after we’re finished the cooking class.”
“Maybe they’ll have ones that glow in the dark.” I’m kidding.
