Miami Allure: Double Delights

He put his game controller down and finally looked at her. "How about brunch in a bit?"

"Yeah, sure. I'll be out in a bit" She started to walk towards the bathroom.

He picked up his game controller back up.

Dayna wondered why John was suddenly acting so distant. She didn't know what she did wrong this time, but slowly started not to care as much. The more attention she received from other guys, the better she felt about herself--attractive and confident--without validation from John.

As Dayna stood in the bathroom, she caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror. She has always felt a bit self-conscious about her small chest, and John has pointed out her "flaws" on more than one occasion. But after all of the attention she's received recently, she finally felt comfortable in her own skin. She removed her shirt, and for the first time, she was proud of her body. As she peeled down her pink yoga pants, Dayna couldn't help but run her hand along her cute butt.

She got in the bath and let the water wash away her sweat--and Alejandro's touch. As she washed her body, she couldn't help but think about how he looked at her during class.

She tried to push these thoughts out of her head, but they kept creeping back in. Eventually, she just gave up and let herself fantasize and enjoy the moment.

The warm water cascaded over her body, giving her a sense of relaxation. She soaped up her hands and began to rub them over her skin, making it slippery. Her hands roamed over every inch of her body, exploring every curve. She paid special attention to her tiny nipples, rubbing circles around them until she was satisfied. Next, she moved on to her pussy. She ran her fingers through the wetness that had formed there and moaned softly as she touched herself. She thought about his hands on her body, his lips on hers, and his cock inside of her. She came quickly and intensely, but it wasn't enough.

After her bath, Dayna felt refreshed and invigorated but also, slightly sexually frustrated. She wrapped a towel around her waist and stood in front of the mirror. She saw herself as a beautiful and sexy woman, no longer fixating on her perceived flaws.

She opened her suitcase and found a perfect, Bohemian-style sundress. After slipping it over her head, she added some makeup and styled her hair. The finishing touch was a pair of white seashell-encrusted sandals.

Upon opening the door, she noticed John sitting on the balcony with his phone in hand and appearing deep in thought. He scarcely glanced at her as she opened the glass door to join him outside.

"Hey," she said, as she reached for his hand. He put his phone down and gave her a half-hearted smile.

"Ready for brunch?"

"Yeah, let's go."

Feeling refreshed, Dayna was optimistic about their brunch date. She was determined to fix things between them and felt confident that she could. As they stepped out of their hotel, they were greeted by sunshine and a light breeze.

As they walked down the street, Dayna admired the art deco hotels, bikers, and good-looking locals and couldn't help but feel enthusiastic. The city was so alive, and it felt great to be finally experiencing it with John. She thought for sure this would be the perfect opportunity to reignite their relationship, if only she could figure out why he was suddenly going from hot to cold daily.

Dayna held John's left hand while his phone was in his right as they walked and tried to make small talk.

"This weather is amazing, right?" s

"Yeah," he responded.

"I love Miami!"

"It's alright," John said, nonchalantly.

As Dayna and John continued walking, she couldn't help but notice that other men were starting to take notice of her. At first, she thought she just imagined it, but then she became more certain of it as time went on.

She loved getting this attention from other guys, but what she really wanted was for John to notice her. She started to feel more confident, but the more confident she felt, the more John would withdraw from being by her side.

She reached over and took his hand, but he barely seemed to notice.

"How about this place?" she asked, gesturing to a cute little Cuban cafe.

"Yeah, that's fine," he responded, barely looking up from his phone.

They made their way to the cafe and sat down at a table. The waitress came over and took their drink order. Unfortunately, John didn't seem to share her enthusiasm. He was still glued to his phone, scrolling through emails or something like that.

Dayna finished her meal quickly and excused herself to the bathroom. She was disappointed that John wasn't more fun today, but she was determined to have a good time. She freshened up, put on some lipstick, and then went back to join John.

"Can I get you guys started on some drinks?"

"I'll have a mimosa, please," Dayna said while smiling.

"And for you, sir?" the waitress asked John.

"Just coffee," he responded, not looking up from his phone.

Dayna and John sat quietly side-by-side. He was glued to his phone while she mindlessly scrolled through hers, trying to think of something to say.

The waitress came back with their drinks and took their food order.

"I'll have the eggs benedict, please," Dayna said. "oh, and another mimosa."

"And for you, sir?"

"Just the coffee," John responded.

In an attempt to lighten the mood, she encouraged John to have a drink.

"Are you sure you don't want one?" she asked John.

"No, I'm good," he responded.

The awkwardness was painful. She excused herself and walked towards the restroom while stumbling in sandals, feeling tipsy. On her way there, she smiled at a table full of guys who were equally buzzed.

"Damn girl," one of them said while she walked by.

She quickly turned her head, feeling guilty for flirtatiously eyeing the cute guy from the Table o' Bros.

When she entered the bathroom, she leaned against the door, inhaling deeply. In the mirror,

she saw a bedraggled mess. Her makeup was smudged, and there was sand on her legs; frizzy hair completed the look. And yet, somehow... she felt sexy. She checked her butt in the mirror to make sure her curves still looked good, and they did.

She decided to touch up her makeup and do a little damage control before rejoining John. She retouched her lipstick, fixed her hair, and put on some more perfume.

She walked back to the table, feeling more confident than ever. The group of guys from the other table started to whistle as she walked by. She smirked and turned her head.

As usual, John was engrossed in his phone when she returned to the table. Dayna couldn't help but feel disappointed. She had put so much effort into looking nice for him, only for him to ignore her once again.

Finally, she couldn't take it anymore. "John, can we go now?"

"Uh, yeah, sure," he said, putting his phone away.

By the time they left the restaurant, Dayna was feeling buzzed, and John was stone-cold sober. She tried to hold his hand as they walked back to their hotel, but he quickly pulled away.

"I'm sleepy. I think I need a nap."

"I'm heading to the beach," John said. "I'll see you later."

"Okay, I'll see you later," Dayna said, kissing him on the cheek.

And with that, Dayna was alone. She walked back to the hotel feeling deflated but highly buzzed. She had been trying so hard to get John's attention but it felt like he was purposely ignoring her. Maybe he was just really into his phone. Or maybe he was losing interest in her. Either way, it hurt.

Nothing about being here had brought them closer.

After she returned to their room, she went to the bathroom and began undressing. Suddenly, she heard men's voices and paused, trying to listen carefully and figure out where the noise was coming from. Putting her ear up against the wall, she listened more intently--definitely hearing that the conversation was originating from right next door. She strained to hear what they were saying but couldn't utter any words.

She walked over to the sliding glass doors leading to the balcony and peeked out through the curtains. She saw two shirtless men on the balcony next to hers. They were drinking beer and laughing when one looked up and saw her standing there. Half naked, she jumped back from the door, feeling embarrassed, exposed... and secretly turned on. These guys were hot, and she couldn't help but wonder what they thought of her.

After too many mimosas, her dirty mind began playing with mischievous ideas... She stripped down to her underwear, put on a robe, and went out to her balcony where the guys next door could see her. Casually, she went to the edge and looked off into the distance, pretending she didn't notice them. Flushed cheeks and a racing heart, she nervously lifted her robe. She knew they were watching as she exposed her toned legs and plump butt. She smiled to herself as she pictured their reaction.

Suddenly, one of the guys called out to her, "hey!"

She quickly turned around, heart pounding in her chest. "Yes?" she responded, trying to play it cool.

"Come over here!" he said, smiling.

"Um... I have to go," she said quickly, before scurrying back into her room.

She leaned against the door, heart racing, as she heard them laughing. She couldn't believe what she just did. She felt embarrassed, exposed--and yet strangely exhilarated. She took off her robe and crawled into bed, feeling hot, bothered, and regretful all at the same time. She knew she shouldn't have done it... but the thought of being desired by those two guys was too much for her to resist. She fell asleep, still feeling turned on, dreaming of what could have happened if she had gone over to their balcony...

Dayna woke up hours later to find John in bed next to her, sunburnt and snoring softly. She quickly sat up and looked around, trying to figure out what time it was. Her phone was on the nightstand, showing that it was 5:00pm. She had slept for hours!

Suddenly, John opened his eyes and smiled at her. "Hey," he said, yawning, "sleep well?."

Dayna smiled back at him, feeling relieved. She was glad he seemed to be in a good mood. "yes, baby," she said. "too many mimosas," she laughed.

John shrugged. "I was at the beach all day," he said. "I got a little sunburned."

"Poor baby," Dayna said, kissing him on the cheek.

I'm fine," he laughed. "Let's go out tonight and have some fun."

"I'd love to!" Dayna said, feeling excited. "where?"

"I don't know," John said, shrugging. "wherever you want to go."

Dayna smiled. "Are you going to dance with me like you promised?" she said, beaming.

"Sure," John said, getting out of bed. "I'm going to take a shower."

"Okay, baby. Thank you." But as happy as she was, she felt as if she was walking on eggshells. How long will it take him to turn cold tonight?

She slipped out of bed, getting ready for their fun night ahead. She picked up her lacy panties and put them on, but then thought better of it. Instead, she went without any underwear tonight. Feeling mischievous, she donned a ultra-tight mini skirt and high heels. She wondered how all the guys would react to seeing her like this... She put on some red lipstick and grabbed her purse, ready for a fun night out.

As they exited the hotel room, Dayna couldn't help but notice the two guys getting off of the elevator next door. Her heart raced as their eyes met, but she quickly looked away and hoped they wouldn't say anything in front of John. They passed by without a word, and Dayna exhaled a sigh of relief.

Dayna felt bold and sexy tonight, and she wrapped her arms around John's neck, as they waited for the next elevator. She knew she was making a scene, but she didn't care. She wanted John to notice her.

The elevator dinged, and the doors opened. There were a few other people inside, but Dayna didn't care. She pulled John into the elevator and hugged him tightly from behind as the doors closed.

As they rode down, she could feel John stiffen up. She knew he was uncomfortable with public displays of affection, but she didn't care. She wanted him to know how much she desired him.

The elevator finally arrived at the lobby, and they exited,

They passed by Alejandro at the front desk as they walked through the lobby. "Have a good evening, Mr. and Mrs. Elliot," he said with a smile.

John smirked and gave him a nod.

"Thank you, Alejandro," Dayna smiled back, feeling her cheeks flush red.

Dayna and John walked hand in hand down the beach. The sun was setting, and the air was getting chilly. While walking, she could feel the breeze blowing up her skirt. She loved how naughty and exposed she felt.

"I'm getting cold," she said, as they approached a bar. "Let's go in here."

John nodded, and they walked into the crowded bar. It was loud and rowdy inside, and Dayna felt her heart racing as she scanned the room. She could feel the electricity in the atmosphere. The music was playing loudly, and people were out on the dance floor having a great time. Dayna grasped John's hand tightly, her excitement mounting. They weaved through the raucous crowd, comprised mostly of hot men, and sat at the bar.

A busty blonde bartender walked over and smiled at them. "What can I get you?" she asked loudly over the music.

John called out for a double tequila, to be served neat.

"And I'll have a cosmopolitan," Dayna said, feeling daring.

The bartender nodded.

While they waited for their drinks, Dayna couldn't help but notice the looks she was getting from some of the other patrons. She saw a group of guys sitting at a table near the dance floor, and they were all staring at her intently. She met their gaze boldly, and one of them winked at her. She felt a thrill of excitement and turned back to John, who was oblivious to the looks she was receiving.

The bartender returned with their drinks.

"Cheers," John said, holding up his drink.

"To a fun night," Dayna replied, clinking her glass against his.

They sipped their drinks, and John ordered another round. Dayna was feeling buzzed, and her inhibitions were lowered. She got up from her stool and grabbed John's hand. "Let's go dance," she said, pulling him towards the dance floor.

"One more drink first," John said, pulling away.

"Ok, deal," Dayna said, pouting.

John ordered another drink and Dayna sipped on her cosmopolitan as she watched the people around her. She saw the group of guys she had noticed earlier, and they were still staring at her, making her feel uneasy. One guy motioned for her to come over, but she quickly glanced at John who was absorbed in his phone, then shook her head before mouthing "sorry" in a cute, yet apologetic way.

As John slammed back another drink, Dayna could see he was getting buzzed too.

"C'mon, let's go dance," she said, as she took his hand.

This time, he didn't object, and they headed onto the dance floor. John stood awkwardly while Dayna ground up against him, feeling as sexy as ever. She can feel all eyes on her and she knows she's turning heads. John looks uncomfortable, but Dayna doesn't care. She's enjoying the attention.

As the song ends, Dayna led John over to a seat where they can watch the rest of the dancers. "Sit with me."

John nods, still looking a bit out of place and slightly drunk.

"I'm having a great time," Dayna said, scooting closer to him and placing her hand on his thigh.

"Me too," John responded, wrapping his arm around her waist.

They sat there for a while, people watching and enjoying each other's company. Suddenly, Dayna pulled John in for a passionate kiss. He kissed her back, wrapping his arm around her shoulder. She guided his hand from her shoulder to her wet, scorching ****.

John broke away from the kiss, hesitant and confused. But Dayna was insistent, reassuring him with a squeeze of his hand.

She leaned over to his ear and whispered, "see how wet you make me, baby".

Suddenly, John looks around nervously. "What are you doing?"

"I'm just having fun!" she said as she shrugged and smirked.

"I'm going to grab another drink," John said abruptly, clearly uncomfortable.

"I'll come with," Dayna said, and she grabbed his hand.

They made their way back to the bar and John ordered another drink while Dayna sipped on hers. She noticed that John was drinking more than usual, but she didn't mind. She was enjoying herself and she wanted him to have fun too.

As they finished their drinks, Dayna could tell that John was really drunk now. His eyes were glassy, and he was having trouble standing up straight.

"Let's go find a place to sit down," she said as she took his hand and led him to a secluded corner.

They sat down, and John put his head in her lap. She started stroking his hair, and he looked up at her with drunken eyes. "You're so beautiful," he said, reaching up to stroke her cheek.

"Thank you baby," she said, laughing in a way that sounded borderline condescending. The notion that it took John getting shi*** to finally appreciate her was laughable.

"Let's get back to the room," she said. "what do you say?"

"I say," he started, voice slurring, "that you shouldn't tell me what to do."

Dayna rolled her eyes. "You're kidding, right?"

"No, I'm not kidding." He sat up and stared at her, dazed and confused.

"You're really not kidding?" "You don't even know where you are."

He fell back into the chair and slurred, "I don't care where I am. I'm not going back to that room."

He looked like he might faint, and she took on a motherly role.

"Come on, baby. It's nicer in the room."

"Okay." He pouted and his eyes closed.

She helped him up and struggled to hold him upright as they made their way outside. Once outside, he vomited all over the sidewalk. People were running out of his way, screaming, "Ew!"

"Are you done?" she asked, as he finished.

He nodded, and she steered him toward the hotel. As they approached the hotel, she finally felt relief when she saw Alejandro outside.

"He's here," she said, as if in a dream.

"Who?" He slurred.

"Alejandro."

Alejandro ran to them when he saw them and took over, helping support him. "Too much drinking?" He asked Dayna.

She groaned as they walked into the hotel lobby. "Don't ask," she said pleadingly.

"I'll take it from here." He told her, and she let go of him gratefully.

Alejandro carefully held onto John's shoulder, walking him into the elevator as Dayna followed closely behind. John's eyes were closed, and he was mumbling incoherently.

Dayna looked at Alejandro with concern.

"He's going to be okay," Alejandro told her. "Just let him sleep it off."

"Okay." She was still concerned, "thank you so much."

"Don't worry." He said while the elevator doors closed. "I'll take care of him."

They arrived in the room, and Alejandro laid him down on the bed as Dayna looked on.

"Let's get him some water." Alejandro went to the kitchenette to get a glass of water.

He helped John sit up and then handed him the glass of water. John took it and drank deeply before lying back down.

"You should take off his shoes," Alejandro told her, and she quickly bent down to untie his shoes.

"Thank you so much for your help." She said, as she stood back up.

"I'm happy to help, Ms. Elliot. Let me know if you need anything else." He smiled before walking towards the door.

"Thank you, Alejandro, she said with an admiring smile.

"Goodnight, miss." He closed the door behind him.

"Okay." She said softly, gazing longingly into his eyes. "Goodnight."

After she sat on the bed, she turned to see that John was already asleep. Shaking her head in disbelief, she sighed before covering John with a blanket. She then lay down next to him.

She laid down next to John, trying not to think about how embarrassing that whole situation was or how he ruined the last night of their vacation.