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Jenna could not believe she was actually doing this. A guy she had actually met online, but one she currently felt a connection to-- an elegant escort called Stefan.

Jenna pictured his strong arms around her, the feeling of his breath on her neck as he whispered sweet absolutely nothings in her ear. Their interactions had been flirty and easy going, but Jenna understood that they would quickly be connected in the most intimate of methods.

As the airplane touched down in paradise, Jenna's heart raced. After examining into the resort and dropping her bags off in her beautiful cottage, she heard a knock at the door.

" Night, Jenna. I'm Stefan."

A high, handsome man stood in the doorway, his muscular arms crossed in a casual however effective stance, giving Jenna a friendly, understanding smile.

"Hey Stefan, begun in. It's good to finally fulfill you," Jenna said nervously, her face flushing as she stepped aside to let him into her sanctuary.

Stefan strolled in and started to walk around the bungalow, taking in the views of the glittering ocean, and the welcoming king-size bed that dominated the master bedroom. Jenna might feel her heart beat quicken as she saw him roam confidently around her momentary house.

"I hope it's to your taste. I actually wanted everything to be ideal for us," she stammered, having fun with her hair as she spoke.

Stefan relied on face her and connected his hand, gently tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. "It is more than best, Jenna. I can currently inform that our time here will be amazing," he said, his voice deep and calming.

Prior to Jenna knew it, they were sharing supper and drinks on the beach, viewing the sun start to dip toward the horizon. Their discussion streamed easily, both sharing stories and experiences, as they chuckled and took pleasure in each other's company. Jenna felt her tourist attraction for Stefan grows with each passing minute.

The sun lastly disappeared behind the horizon, leaving them alone with a light sea and a glowing moon breeze. Stefan stood and held out his hand to assist Jenna to her feet. As she understood his hand, she felt an adventure of enjoyment as his fingers intertwined with hers.

"Let's take a walk along the beach," he suggested with a warm smile.

Jenna nodded wordlessly as they roamed hand-in-hand along the shoreline. As they walked, ocean water lapped gently at their bare feet, providing the best soundtrack to this romantic interlude. Stefan periodically looked over at Jenna with a smile and then back to the horizon, producing a sense of comfortable silence between them.

After a while, the pair discovered themselves back at their bungalow. With a flirtatious look, Stefan began to lead Jenna towards the open door, his strong hand never ever leaving her grip. As they crossed the threshold, Stefan stopped briefly, staring deeply into Jenna's eyes.

"Are you all set?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

Jenna took a deep breath, her body hurting for him, and nodded. "Yes, I want this," she responded, her voice trembling with anticipation.

Stefan led her to the bedroom, where he took the lead in undressing her gradually, with the inflammation of a fan, and not with the voracity that frequently dominated these types of encounters. He explored her body with his hands and mouth, awakening unidentified yearnings and desires within her.

She, in turn, undressed him, appreciating Stefan's toned body and manly grace. They quickly fell into a rhythm of expedition and satisfaction, their mutual requirements heightening as the night stretched on.

Stefan's fingers, lips, and tongue expertly directed Jenna through a labyrinth of pleasure, taking her to heights she had never ever experienced prior to. Their intimate connection grew stronger as the hours passed, fueled by the envigorating combination of desire, trust, and carnal expedition.

As the first light of day began to creep into the room, whispering an end to their night of passion, Jenna understood that the sun would increase on a brand-new chapter of her life. One filled with newfound desires and unrestrained expedition.

And Stefan? He would forever be inscribed on her memory as a suggestion of what might take place when you gambled on something unknown, just to discover the supreme enjoyment that life needed to provide.

Jenna felt her destination for Stefan grows with each passing minute.

Stefan stood up and held out his hand to assist Jenna to her feet. Stefan periodically looked over at Jenna with a smile and then back to the horizon, producing a sense of comfy silence in between them.

With a flirty appearance, Stefan began to lead Jenna towards the open door, his strong hand never leaving her grip. As they crossed the threshold, Stefan stopped briefly, looking deeply into Jenna's eyes.

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