Juliet

I still don't know why my daughters picked it as our destination for our vacation. Sure, I enjoyed the indoor water park and it was fun to take them there as kids. But I figured now that they were thirteen and eleven years old, they would have outgrown The Great Wolf Lodge.

Maybe it reminded them of happy times before the divorce?

It had been two years since their mother and I had separated and, finding myself in a lucky spot in life with money to spare, I had told them I would take them anywhere on vacation, within reason. And they chose a ten-hour drive to Colorado Springs.

We actually made the drive with ease. Less pit stops, less arguing from when they were little kids. After checking into the hotel and getting our passes and room keys, the girls were off to the pools, leaving me to unpack the car. They found me for dinner then told me that we would be doing the nightly activities the hotel put on.

"Aren't those more for little kids?" I asked them, not wanting to appear weird when they stuck out.

"Who cares?" Hannah, my oldest, responded. "Aren't you always telling us not to care what others think and to be ourselves?"

"Yeah, Dad," Paige, the eleven-year-old said with her typical sass. "It'll be fun."

The nightly activities started with a dance party at 7:30. They actually didn't stick out too bad, as they danced around, screaming and shouting. The hotel had two employees leading the dancing and, after watching my daughters for a bit, I started to watch the employees.

One of them had a microphone on her ear, instructing everybody on what to do. The second, followed along, keeping the twenty or so kids there hyped up. They had introduced themselves as Hope and Juliet and I honestly couldn't tell you if that was their real names or just a part of the show.

Juliet held my gaze for probably longer than I should have admitted. She had darker skin, long black hair, a happy smile, and a face that stood out among the crowd. She had numerous bracelets on each arm with a slim build. And she was flexible. During the "Cha Cha Slide," when everybody was told to get low, she did a walk over back bend, and I had to quickly look away as her chest pushed out the fabric of the loose red shirt she had on.

After the dance party, Juliet and Hope took a short break before sitting the kids down for a craft, followed by them telling a story. I took a few pictures of Hannah and Paige, sending them to their mom, who was also shocked that they wanted to do those activities, and thought that they would just swim the entire time.

The last dance party was at 9:00 and Juliet led this one. She was funny as she led the kids with the different dances, and her smile caught my attention more than once. And the way she flung her ponytail around...

"Keep it together, Ryan," I thought to myself. "She's probably nearly half your age."

That night, while listening to my girls giggling loudly in the next room over, I opened up the Tinder app on my phone. I had only used it a handful of times since the divorce, with not much luck. I didn't think that I would actually be willing to bring somebody back to the hotel...but maybe there was a single mother already in the hotel?

After updating my location and what I was looking for, I started swiping, all of them to the left.

And then she popped up.

Her name was actually Juliet.

Her profile picture was her at an outdoor café, wearing a black tube top that showed off her cleavage and she had her black hair down. She had the same amount of bracelets and wristbands on her arms and, between them and her smile, I had no doubt it was the same person.

I quickly scanned her profile, learning that she was a student at a local university, loved coffee and dancing, and was twenty-two years old.

And was interested in older men and one night stands.

I swiped right.

Five minutes later, I had a notification of a match on Tinder and a second after that, a message from her.

"Hey, you're at the hotel, right?"

"Hi. Yes, I am. Is that a problem?"

"If it was, I wouldn't have swiped. What brings you to the area? Does the wife know you're on Tinder?"

"Vacation with my two daughters. Used to bring them here as kids, and its where they picked to come again. And, no wife, the divorced part of the profile is actually true."

"How about the rest of the profile? Are you actually a sales manager? Do you really like hiking and are looking for some fun?"

"Yes, it's all true. How about yours? Older men and one night stands?"

"Yep. Was in a long term relationship with somebody my age, but decided it was time to have some fun and learn from somebody that actually knows what they're doing."

"So you come to Tinder to do that? I feel like a woman as beautiful as you are would have no trouble finding a man anywhere."

"Probably not but this is easier. I get to say what I want, so does the guy, and if it doesn't work out, it's not as awkward."

"How often does it work out?"

"Whenever I want it to."

"So, how does the hotel feel about you sleeping with a guest?"

"As long as it's off the clock and I'm not seen entering the room with my uniform on, it's fine."

"Damn, you made that uniform look great."

"Seriously? The loose red shirt and loose jeans? You're funny."

"It got my attention."

"Maybe I'll come in early tomorrow and really get your attention."

The next day, the girls woke me up early to go eat breakfast, followed by a morning of mini golf, mini bowling, and them convincing me to go on the rock wall and rope course offered by the hotel. I think I surprised them both by easily doing them, although they tried to convince me I cheated.

I didn't hear from Juliet until about lunch, when she asked if I had rented one of the private cabanas around the swim park.

"Yeah, I did. But, the girls don't seem too keen on using it."

"Maybe you and I could make good use of it? Let me know what time you'll be at it. My shift starts at 5, BTW."

My daughters went to the water park after lunch, where I joined them on going down a couple slides, and hanging out in the wave pool, before I retreated to the private cabana, and the girls kept swimming. I had messaged Juliet what cabana we were in, but hadn't heard anything from her since that morning.

Until she poked her head in through the curtains that closed off the cabana and said, "Hi, Ryan!" with a smile that instantly lit up the area. "Can I come in?"

I said of course as she came in and sat down. "So, what will your kids think if they see me in here?"

"I'd be more shocked to see them in here than for them to see you," I said, making her laugh.

"Good to know," she responded, nodding her head and looking around the cabana. "I've never actually been in one of these. Seems pretty nice."

I kept my eyes on her, her hair already pulled back into a ponytail, wearing the jeans she had worn the night before, but wearing a black tank top, instead of her red uniform T-shirt. "It's nicer now that you're here," I said with a little laugh.

Juliet shook her head as she laughed and said, "Ryan, I'm already going to sleep with you, you don't need to flatter me."

I raised my eyebrows like I was surprised and questioned, "Oh, you are?"

"Of course. And I was thinking that maybe we should have some fun in here too, unless you're nervous about getting caught."

Juliet stood up as she talked and moved to where I was sitting on a two person couch. I made room for her as she sat down next to me, our knees bumping together. "What kind of fun?"

"This kind," she said as she leaned forward, placed her hand on my upper thigh, and kissed me. Her lips were smooth and soft, leaving a faint taste of her cherry lip gloss on my lips as we slowly learned how the other kissed. I let her take the lead as she twisted and turned her head, her body leaning into mine, as her fingers inched towards my growing cock.

I let out a little moan as her fingers finally touched my cock over my swimsuit. She pulled her lips away from mine for a brief second, letting us both catch our breath, and ran her fingertips up and down my shaft. I felt her fingers pulling at my drawstring as we kissed again, this time with Juliet pushing her tongue into my mouth.

I moaned again as she pulled my swim trunks down just enough to free my cock, her bracelets jiggling as she wrapped her fingers around my shaft and started to move up and down it as I grew to my full length and thickness.

As she moved her hand up and down my shaft, going up and over my tip, she pulled her lips away from mine again and looked into my eyes. With a knowing smile on her face, she said, "I don't know how much trouble we'll get in if we're caught, so we better make this fast."

Before I could respond, Juliet leaned down, wrapped her lips around my cock, and started to bob her head up and down my shaft, moving in tandem with her hand. I watched her for a moments, loving how her lips felt on my cock, and the little resistance and pressure I could feel on her throat as she took me deep into her mouth.

Up until this point, I had kept my arms down, not touching her body, but I finally moved them as she blew me. Her ponytail had fallen in front of her face, partially blocking my view, and I moved it to her back, making a mental note of the moan she let out as I gently tugged on her hair.

I moved my hands down her back, grabbing her ass, then slipped my hand under her tank top, and moved up her back. I slipped around to her front, just barely able to cup and squeeze one of her breasts given the angle she was leaned over me at. I held onto her breast as she blew me, working up to my orgasm.

"I'm going to cum," I said, my voice barely a whisper, as I looked up, seeing the shadows and hearing the sounds of people walking and swimming right outside the cabana.

Juliet moved her mouth to my tip and swirled her tongue around it as her hand went up and down the full length of my shaft. She moaned, her lips vibrating, sending waves of pleasure through my cock. I leaned my head back on the couch, closing my eyes, and biting my lips as I started to cum.

Juliet kept her hand and mouth on me as my cock pulsed, sending stream after stream of cum into her mouth. She stayed right on top, using her free hand to hold herself steady on the couch, swallowing my cum as it shot out.

When I was done, she slowly pulled off me, using her tongue to lick my cock clean, along with her lips. I pulled my hand out of her tank top as she sat up, and I opened my eyes, seeing a satisfied smile on her face.

She glanced up at the clock then back at me before asking, "Are you guys coming to all the activities tonight?"

I nodded my head as I said yes and tucked my cock back into my swim trunks.

"Good. I'll see you there. And hopefully afterwards too," she said as she stood up.

"Just let me know when you're off," I told her before she left the cabana.

That night, as Juliet helped the kids with dancing, crafts, and telling a story, I couldn't help but think of how her lips felt, how her breasts and ass felt in my hand, and what more we could do that night. More than once, I had to adjust myself, and, also more than once, she caught me looking at her.

During a break between activities, I saw Juliet typing on her phone, and felt mine go off a second later. I quickly glanced at her message and read, "You got me so worked up earlier, I had to ditch my underwear."

"I barely touched you. You get that turned on from giving a blowjob?"

"It was you pulling my hair. It's a massive turn on. And how much cum you shot down my throat. So hot."

"You're going to make it hard to leave Colorado."

"But if you don't leave, we can't have a whirlwind romantic weekend when you return."

I glanced up at her, saw her laughing, and joined in.

After the last dance party of the night, I was surprised that my daughters actually wanted to go back up to their room and go to bed. I caught Juliet's eye as I started to walk away, and she gave me a wink that instantly turned me on. When the elevator opened on the floor I was staying on, I read a message from her on my phone that said, "I'll be at your door at 10:05."

I heard muffled footsteps coming to my door and received a quick message from Juliet, letting me know she was there. I hadn't heard a peep from my kids since they had walked into their room, but I still opened my door as quietly as possible for her to enter, and double checked the door leading to my daughter's room to make sure it was locked from my side.

"So, where did you ditch your underwear?"

Juliet smiled at me, almost like she couldn't believe I would ask that. "I thought about throwing them away. But it's my favorite thong, so it's tucked away in my car."

"Damn," I said as we walked to the beds. "Kinda wish I had seen you in it."

She moved closer to my body, placed her hand on my chest as she looked up at me, and said, "Maybe I'll send you a picture next time I wear it."

Before I could respond, Juliet started to kiss me again. I returned the kiss eagerly, as I placed my hands on her hips, pushing up her red shirt, and sliding my fingers onto her skin. Her hands went right to the bottom of my shirt as well, grabbing onto it, and briefly pulling our lips apart as she pulled my shirt off.

I quickly did the same thing to her, leaving our shirts in a pile and her in the tank top and bra from earlier. I moved my hands up and cupped both of her breasts, squeezing them as we kissed. "Hmm," she moaned into my mouth, parting her lips and pushing her tongue into my mouth.

I moved us to the bed, where we laid down together, still kissing. I laid down on my side, while Juliet was on her back, and quickly slid my hand back up her tank top, this time going under her bra. I felt her nipples rubbing against my palm as I moved my hand between her breasts.

Ending the kiss, I pulled my hand out of her tank top, grabbed the bottom of it, and started to pull up on it. Juliet sat up, raising her arms above her head, allowing me to take her tank top off. She reached behind her back, unclasped her bra, and pulled it off before laying back down.

With her breasts exposed, I leaned down, stuck out my tongue, and licked around her nipple. As I sucked it into my mouth, I cupped her other breast in my hand, enjoying how full and soft it felt as I squeezed. I released her nipple from my mouth and briefly looked at her breasts, admiring their shape and how they sat on her chest. I thought to myself that it was a shame the hotel made her wear a loose shirt.

As I went back to sucking and licking her nipples, alternating between the two, I moved my hand to her groin, quickly unbuttoning her jeans, and pushing them downwards. Juliet helped, lifting her hips up, and using her hands and feet to kick off the baggy jeans.

As her jeans came off, I kept my hand on her pussy, rubbing her lips through the small amount of hair she had covering it.

"Hmm, that feels good," she moaned as I slowly pushed my finger past her folds and into her pussy. I stopped sucking and licking her nipples, giving her lips a brief kiss, then looked down, watching my finger as I moved it in and out.

As I fingered her, Juliet moved her hand down to my groin, easily slipping it into my shorts, and wrapping it around my shaft. She jacked me off with one hand, while using her other hand to pull my shorts and underwear down. I kissed her neck a little, as I moved my finger in and out of her, and she softly rubbed my shaft.

"There's a condom in the back pocket of my jeans, if you don't have one," she said quietly.

I pulled my finger out of her, finished taking off my shorts, and underwear, and leaned over the edge of the bed to grab the condom from her jeans. As she took it from my hand, I asked her, "Do you always carry a condom with you?"

Juliet giggled as she ripped it open and said, "Nah. Grabbed it from my car when I took off my thong. Wasn't sure if you would have one or not."

I kneeled on the bed as Juliet sat up and rolled the condom down my cock. She gave me a kiss, wrapping her arms around my neck, and pulling me down with her as she laid back down and I moved between her legs. We continued to kiss as I reached between us with one hand, placing my other hand on the bed to support myself, and guided my cock into her pussy.

Juliet ended the kiss, moaning as I pushed my cock inside her. I adjusted my hands, placing both on the bed close to her, and started to move back and forth, sliding my cock in and out of her. I watched her face for a bit, her eyes closing as she softly moaned. I felt her legs close around me, moving back and forth with my body.

She stretched her arms above her head, her breasts moving up and down as I fucked her. I leaned down and licked her nipples again as Juliet started to roll her hips, pushing up into me as I pushed my cock inside her.

"Oh my gosh. That feels so good."

I gave each of her nipples a kiss and a lick before I lowered myself down, pressing our chests together, and wrapping my arms around her neck. Juliet moved her arms down as well, using her hands to rub my back, as I continued to thrust in and out of her.

"I'm so close. Don't stop."

She tightened her legs around me as I pushed forward with the tips of my toes on the bed, moved back, and pushed forward again. My thrusts inside her were short and fast, building up the pressure and pleasure in both of us.

"Right there. Right there. Oh my God!"

As Juliet started to orgasm, her legs and arms tightened around me even more as her pussy clenched around my cock. She moaned loudly into my ear as she came, tucking her chin into my shoulder as our bodies rocked together.

I kept going, moving back and forth, sliding my cock in and out of her, over and over, as her body rocked with her orgasm, her moans helping to build up mine. I pushed deep inside her, burying my cock as far as possible, as my climax hit, and my moans joined hers.

I held still as I filled the condom, but Juliet continued to rock her body, pushing her hips up and down, sliding my cock in and out of her as her pussy helped to milk my cock. Our heads turned to kiss each other, our tongues swirling together as our orgasms ended.

Juliet slowly unwrapped her arms and legs from me as we continued to kiss. I could feel my cock going limp inside her and falling out of her pussy. When the kiss ended, I rolled off her, pulled the condom off, and got off the bed to throw it away before rejoining her on the bed.

We cuddled together for a little bit before Juliet said she had to leave, not wanting to fall asleep there. As she got ready to leave, I asked if she was working the next night but she told me she was off the rest of the week. We kissed right before she walked out of the hotel room, telling me that she would text me the next day to keep me company.

After I returned home a few days later, the messages from Juliet slowed down, which we both fully expected. Life, work, reality, etc., all came roaring back.

Then one day, my phone buzzed. Without even looking to see the notification, I clicked on it, looked at it quickly, then did a double take. It was Juliet, her back turned in a mirror, her hand holding up that familiar red shirt, while her pants were around her ankles.

A dark purple thong stood out against her warm olive complexion, a little triangle right above her butt as the rest of it disappeared between her butt cheeks.

A simple message came with the photo. "Wearing my favorite thong to work. Thinking of you."