I can be quite entertaining… Yes. He could imagine that. Those full lips bobbing up and down the throbbing inches. Hearing her slurping and gagging along the pole. Those lovely legs around him when he would keep railing into her. That ass held high to encourage him to slowly fill that tight little backdoor… those breasts, so good to be held. Entertaining wouldn’t even begin to describe her. There had been an instantaneous click when he had first seen her. Clouded by a dose of lust that knew no comparison.<br/><br/>He watched her as she debated with herself if she would go for a swim or not. A slight grin on his face as he waited. Her eyes on him, and then the small smile as she told him she should go change. While the dress was revealing, he was sure the bikini she’d wear would be even better. He swallowed as he nodded. Watching her as she strutted out of his guest room. When she would look over her shoulder at the entryway, he was caught redhanded, staring at her ass, as it walked away from him.<br/><br/>He brought his eyes up to her gaze with a sort of sheepish grin. A good drink it would be. He was quick, got the carry-on in the hallway were Gio had left it and shot out of his clothes on the way back. But he was on a mission, so he couldn’t wait a single second. Hopefully she would take a little more time, a touch up here and there… a look at herself in the mirror. He was out of his clothes in no time and slid on a pair of trunks before heading out.<br/><br/>He didn’t use the mini bar, outside there was a bar next to the swimming pool and it seemed fully stocked as well. So a quick rummage through the cupboards and the fridge to see what was there. Dry ice, ice, fruits, all sorts of liquor. He quickly cut up some strawberries. Mashing them in the bottom of the cocktail shaker. Added vodka and grenadine. A few quick shakes and there was a lovely pinkish cocktail. Another strawberry cut like a heart and put on the side of the glasses… dry ice, just one small ball, enough for the purpose. Then he poured the glasses full…. (<a class="link link--external" data-proxy-href="/proxy.php?link=https%3A%2F%2Fwww.youtube.com%2Fwatch%3Fv%3DIZuSrdSsrbY&amp;hash=53c5daa180b69e90a89d1bdc5c551f49" href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IZuSrdSsrbY" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">like so</a>)<br/><br/>The dry ice meant the drink would smoke for a while. It wasn’t a problem to drink, as long as you waited until the smoke had wafted away. Dry ice wasn’t for the ingestion. So when Giselle would walk out, she’d see him, behind the poolbar, with the barstools in front of it, two glasses on the bartop, one for her and one for him. Perhaps a little early in the day to drink cocktails, but perhaps it would lose some inhibitions.<br/><br/>When she came out though… he looked at her. Jesus fucking christ. That bikini did little to hide all her assets. Bronze skin color because of the sun. Mesmerizing curves. He could feel himself hardening up immediately. He would have to stay behind the counter to hide that one. Fuck. Gio should have warned him. He could have stayed away… or come by years earlier.