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Jenna could not think she was actually doing this. A man she 'd satisfied online, however one she already felt a connection to-- a luxurious escort called Stefan.

Jenna imagined his strong arms around her, the sensation of his breath on her neck as he whispered sweet nothings in her ear. Their interactions had been flirty and easy going, however Jenna knew that they would soon be linked in the most intimate of methods.

As the airplane touched down in paradise, Jenna's heart raced. After exploring the resort and dropping her bags off in her gorgeous bungalow, she heard a knock at the door.

" Evening, Jenna. I'm Stefan."

A high, good-looking guy stood in the doorway, his muscular arms crossed in a powerful however casual stance, providing Jenna a friendly, understanding smile.

"Hi there Stefan, come on in. It's good to finally meet you," Jenna said nervously, her face flushing as she stepped aside to let him into her sanctuary.

Stefan strolled in and began to walk around the cottage, taking in the views of the glittering ocean, and the welcoming king-size bed that dominated the master bed room. Jenna might feel her heart beat quicken as she saw him wander with confidence around her short-term house.

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

Stefan turned to face her and reached out his hand, gently tucking a hair of hair behind her ear. "It is more than ideal, Jenna. I can currently tell that our time here will be incredible," he said, his voice soothing and deep.

Prior to Jenna understood it, they were sharing dinner and beverages on the beach, enjoying the sun start to dip towards the horizon. Their discussion streamed quickly, both sharing stories and experiences, as they chuckled and enjoyed 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 up and held out his hand to help Jenna to her feet. As she understood his hand, she felt a thrill of excitement as his fingers intertwined with hers.

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

Jenna nodded wordlessly as they roamed together along the shoreline. As they walked, ocean water lapped gently at their bare feet, supplying the perfect soundtrack to this romantic interlude. Stefan sometimes looked over at Jenna with a smile and after that back to the horizon, developing a sense of comfy silence in between them.

After a while, the pair discovered themselves back at their cottage. With a flirtatious appearance, Stefan began to lead Jenna toward the open door, his strong hand never leaving her grip. As they crossed the threshold, Stefan paused, staring deeply into Jenna's eyes.

"Are you ready?" he asked, his voice hardly above a whisper.

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

Stefan led her to the bed room, where he took the lead in undressing her gradually, with the tenderness of an enthusiast, and not with the voracity that often dominated these kinds of encounters. He explored her body with his hands and mouth, awakening unknown cravings and desires within her.

She, in turn, undressed him, appreciating Stefan's toned body and manly grace. They rapidly fell into a rhythm of expedition and pleasure, their mutual needs increasing as the night stretched on.

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

As the first light of day began to creep into the space, whispering an end to their night of passion, Jenna knew that the sun would rise on a brand-new chapter of her life. One filled with newly found desires and unrestrained exploration.

And Stefan? He would forever be inscribed on her memory as a reminder of what might occur when you gambled on something unknown, just to find the ultimate enjoyment that life needed to provide.

Jenna felt her attraction 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 comfortable silence between them.

With a flirty look, Stefan started to lead Jenna toward the open door, his strong hand never ever leaving her grip. As they crossed the limit, Stefan stopped briefly, looking deeply into Jenna's eyes.

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