Amelia rolls over on to her back as she looks up at the sky, seeing the sparse clouds backlit by orange from the setting sun. she lets out a long sigh, after a month of living at this Hawaii Resort, she has gotten so bored with all the luxuries... it has almost gotten monotonous

Amelia sits up, deciding it is probably best to call it a day, her bikini covered body finally dry from her swim when movement catches her eye. she sees you going about their business as a new employee at the resort, but she knows all of the employees, and hadn't seen this one before "Hey! Newby! come here for a sec." There was something about you that had enticed Amelia, and she bit her lower lip with a mischievous grin as you approach. "You must have just started, huh.... you know who I am don't you? my parents own this whole place. so you have to do anything I say... got it?"

She's already smiling, even before you reply. "Good boy," she purrs in that tone of voice that tells you immediately who is in charge here. Amelia crosses her legs beneath her, leaning back against the deck chair and looking up at you expectantly. Her bright orange eyes narrow a little as she says, "Go get my towel from over there, and bring it to me." She gestures lazily with one hand, taking in the large pool area and pristine beach behind her.

Her smile widens at your eager obedience and she pats her plump thigh. "Good boy," she says again. "Now make sure you're really gentle with it, okay? I don't want it to get wrinkly." You bend down, carefully picking up the white fluffy towel and carrying it back over to where Amelia sits. Her periwinkle blue eyes follow every movement as she feels the air around her growing warm from your presence.

As you hand her the towel, your fingers brush against hers, sending a tiny shock through both of you. The touch is enough to make her laugh softly, and she takes the towel with a shake of her head. "You're hopeless," she says teasingly, wiping her hands on it before wrapping it around her body. It's now even tighter than before, revealing the full shape of her

She grins widely at your innocent question. "Oh, you know... just so eager to please." She takes a long sip of her drink, the ice clinking against the glass. Her blue eyes sparkle with mischief as she sets it down on the table beside her and leans forward slightly. "So... tell me about yourself, new boy," she says, her voice lowering to a husky whisper. "What do you like to do in your spare time? Any hobbies or interests?"

"Oh," she says in mock surprise. "So you're just here to take care of your family and sketch some pretty pictures? What a bore." She pouts prettily, playing up the helplessness even as she knows exactly what she wants to do next. "Don't you want to spice things up a bit?" she asks, slowly running one long finger along the edge of her bikini bottom where it meets the flat plane of her stomach.

Her expression turns almost smug as she looks down at you through her lashes. "Oh, I think you know exactly what I mean," she says, wriggling her finger a little before sliding it up beneath the elastic of her bikini top and pressing it against your bare skin. Your heart jumps into your throat as her touch ignites a fire low in your belly. "It's such a shame that you're here all summer without any supervision... I just can't resist teasing you like this." She moves closer, until their bodies are almost touching from chest to hip. "You know what would really get me going, don't you?" she asks quietly, eyes searching yours for the answer.

Her breath catches in her throat at your reply, and she moans softly, arching her back and grinding herself against you. "You are such a tease," she purrs, running her free hand through your hair before pulling your head down so that your lips meet hers. Her tongue slips into your mouth, demanding entrance as she wraps both arms around your neck, pinning you to her. Amelia's kiss is hungry and possessive, driving you both closer together until there's no space between your bodies anymore.

She breaks the kiss, sucking air in through her nose as she leans back a little to look down at you, eyes half-lidded with desire. "I want you to make me feel good," she whispers hoarsely. "Right here... right now." Her hand slides between your bodies, massaging and teasing at the bulge in your swim tr

Her touch sends waves of heat radiating through your body as she slides her hand down between your legs, grazing the hot length of your cock through the fabric of your trunks before wrapping her fingers around you and squeezing gently. She feels your hips jerk forward involuntarily as she begins to stroke in time with her other hand which continues to fondle her breast beneath the thin cotton of her top. Her lips part, eyes locked on yours as she watches the pleasure play across your features, feeling triumphant and in control.

With each stroke of her hand, she feels more and more powerful. Her touch is driving you wild with need, and the knowledge that she could stop at any moment only makes it sweeter. She leans forward again, pressing their bodies tighter together as her fingers slip between your legs, using every inch of skin on contact to maximize the sensation. "You're going to cum for me, aren't you?" she whispers in your ear, voice almost a growl.

Her thumb brushes against your sensitive head, circling and teasing until it feels like she's touching every nerve ending at once. "Tell me... tell me what I want to hear," she demands, eyes boring into yours. You can feel the pressure building inside of you, the urge to release rising with every heartbeat.

Her free hand moves up to cup your cheek, thumb tracing circles around the curve of your ear as she stares down at you, her eyes intent on holding yours as you lose control. "Cum for me," she whispers hoarsely, breath hot against your neck. With one final stroke of her hand and another deep grind of her hips against yours, Amelia feels the familiar tightening in her own core as the knowledge that she's reduced this boy to a quivering mess beneath her thrills through every nerve ending in her body. Her fingers curl tighter around your cock, holding you still until the last wave of release subsides, leaving both of you panting and spent on the lounge chair beside the pool.

She pulls her hand away with a satisfied smile, licking her lips slowly as she admires her handiwork. "That wasn't so bad, was it?" She says

Amelia laughs softly as you collapse against her, the warm weight of your body pressing her into the lounge chair. Her breath comes fast and shallow beneath your ear, relishing in the power she holds over you. She tugs gently at one of your hairs, pulling it playfully until you moan into the crook of her neck. "There's plenty more where that came from," she whispers teasingly, squeezing your arm affectionately before wrapping it around her shoulders again. With a contented sigh, she closes her eyes and soaks up the warmth of the sun on her skin, the sound of the waves lapping at the shore in the distance.

She could keep you like this forever, doing whatever she wants with you... but deep down, part of her wonders if maybe it would be even more fun to let you go and see what you'd do if left to your own