WHO Marcella, Tragos WHEN Friday WHERE Hawaii WHAT Marcie and Tragos go on an adventure WARNINGS smutsmutsmut
"Get in, loser!" she'd shouted at him, as she pulled up outside the hotel in the Jeep. She was wearing a kaftan over linen shorts and a bikini top, her hair back in a messy ponytail and a big smile on her face. When he'd approached the driver side door, she'd politely told him to fuck off, because she was driving the first shift. They could swap at the first sightseeing stop.
The island was absolutely beautiful. Marcie's home in Wisconsin was beautiful too, as was New York City, in different ways, but this? The lush trees, the mountain, the sun beating down at a toasty warm 28 degrees, windows open as the music blared. Marcie had generously let Tragos choose the music for this stretch of road. She didn't hate it, she wouldn't have chosen it, but she wasn't mad at it.
Waterfalls ran down the sides of cliffs into the ocean. She was actually kind of looking forward to switching drivers just so she could look at more things.
Look at Tragos some more too. This thing they'd started excited her. The hour they'd spent flirting and kissing in the spa bath in her room, followed by their furious fuck over the edge of it, could happen a lot more regularly, in her opinion. Maybe less of relying on him to pull out. That might have been stupid. But who wants to get out of the tub to fetch a condom? And he had pulled out, and then jizzed up her back instead so... Well, lessons could be learned, is what she was thinking.
After the first stop, Marcie took the opportunity, while she was choosing the music, to comment on how awesome the car was, and then for the next hour they just talked constantly, comparing makes and models they liked and hated and the relative features of each, what their ideal cars would be, and Marcie looked him up and down behind her sunglasses with a smile and let the kaftan fall off her shoulders, knowing he'd be sneaking a peek at her tits in the mirror.
The second stop, they'd had to find somewhere a little secluded to make out for twenty minutes.
Now, with Marcie back in the driver's seat, they were both feeling more chill. She watched the road ahead, feeling like this day could not get much better, as the road wound around the tops of the cliffs and through the jungle. Getting to their accommodation tonight was going to be epic.