Tropical Heat Ch. 01

Sadly, I didn't bring a ton of different options for clothes. I had a few cute things that I could wear, but it wasn't exactly what you would want to wear to a club. Suddenly, I saw something that made me bite my lip when I imagined myself wearing it.

Before I left for the trip, my best friend was shocked that I wasn't bringing anything sexy. She thought that I'd totally meet someone and that I would want to bring a few more risque items to wear. After arguing back and forth, I compromised and agreed to bring a sexy dress that she somehow convinced me to buy a while ago. I never thought that I'd actually wear it, but this seemed like the perfect occasion.

I took it out and removed my towel while I grabbed some underwear. I put on a bra and some panties before I stepped into the dress and pulled it up my fit body. Once I felt like I adjusted it correctly, I stood in front of the mirror to see how it looked. My eyes widened in shock and I even covered my mouth.

It was definitely sexy alright. The strapless dress seemed to be made out of a shiny spandex material that tightly wrapped around my body and stuck to me like a second skin. It left little to the imagination when it came to my figure. The dress also seemed like maybe it was the wrong size because I felt like it needed to be taller or longer or something. The top of the dress didn't entirely cover my chest and I was showing way more of my breasts than I was usually comfortable with. Although, I had to admit that seeing so much soft skin of my boobs was kind of exhilarating.

The bottom of the dress revealed even more skin than the top did since it didn't even reach my mid-thigh! My athletic legs were almost completely naked and I subconsciously tried to pull the dress lower but there was no more give in the spandex material. I turned slightly and audibly gasped when I saw my ass. It was barely covered and it desperately pushed the material of the dress to its limits. The material hugged my ass so tightly that anyone who looked would know exactly what my ass looked like!

I never felt so exposed or so slutty before. Could I really wear this out? The longer I looked at myself and the longer I imagined what it would be like dancing next to Marcus in this The thought of wearing something so sexy around a guy so hot increased my confidence that this was something I could pull off. Oh, what the hell, I was on vacation in a completely different part of the world. Why not let go a little bit?

However, I knew that there was no way I could wear my current underwear with the dress. The panties I had on were too bulky and too visible underneath the thin and tight material. Not only that, but because of the cut and the lack of straps, my bra was way too visible as well. I didn't have a strapless bra or even pasties to put on either! Dammit! I really started to love the dress too. Unless...

I pulled the top of the stress down, unsnapped my bra, and took it off. I pulled the dress back over my breasts and checked myself out again. Oh my, it looked so much better already. Thank god my breasts were perky enough to help hold up this dress. With how sheer the material was though, I knew if my nipples got hard they would be incredibly pronounced.

After fixing the top, I pulled the bottom of the dress up and slid down my panties. I found a skimpy lace thong I had and slid it up my toned legs to cover my smooth pussy. I only wore this thong when I was just wearing jeans or shorts as a way to make me feel secretly sexy. Never had I worn it with an outfit that was already so revealing. The thrill of it sent shivers up my spine.

Once I looked back in the mirror, I felt and looked breathtaking. Between seeing how my breasts stretched out the dress top and how little material was covering my thong, I started to get really turned on. I glanced over at the clock and panicked slightly. Shit, it was already almost time to meet Marcus! I quickly did some additional makeup touch-ups and brushed my wavy black hair before I stepped into some 3-inch heels and left my room.

As I walked down the hallway of the hotel, I honestly felt like a runway model with how I looked. I was shy about wearing something like this earlier, but now I felt like I could make any guy stop and just stare at me. However, I didn't get to test that out as both the hallway and the elevator ride down were empty. It was only a short distance to walk to where the resort club was, and by the time I stood right outside, I could already hear the loud music from inside.

The club was pretty popular for the other resorts in the area, so there was a small line to get in. After I got in line, I was shocked at how some of the other girls were dressed. They were wearing dresses that looked sluttier and more revealing than even mine was! Was he expecting me to wear something like that? Would he just ignore me after seeing me? My earlier confidence that was at an all-time high started to waver once I walked into the club itself.

True to its name, the club had fire everywhere inside. Some of it was fake, but they also had real flames shooting up inside protected tubes and behind thick glass on the walls. If Hell was some sort of sexy nightclub, I imagined it would look something like this. Once I got past all the people taking selfies, near the flames, I saw that the club was already packed! How on earth would I ever find Marcus in this sea of people?

"Hey! Julia! Yo, what up girl?" a deep voice said nearby that scared me for a second.

I turned around and I saw Marcus standing right next to me. How the hell did we keep running into each other so easily? God, he looked so fucking hot too. He had a button-up shirt on again, but it was a much nicer shirt than the tropical shirt he had on earlier. Sadly, it was buttoned this time, but only half of it which allowed me a peek at his huge and powerful chest. On top of that, he had on a matching vest that gave him a more distinguished look along with a pair of shorts that highlighted his powerful legs.

All I could think to do was smile at him and said, "Hey".

I was kind of awkward because I didn't know whether I should try hugging him or offer him another handshake? I guess it didn't matter because he pointed behind him while saying something and indicated for me to follow him. I only heard some of the words he said over the music though and it sounded like his friends already grabbed a table. Without any hesitation, I immediately followed him, and soon we were in a slightly quieter part of the club. We soon stopped at a small grouping of tables that were surrounded by his friends from earlier.

There was a group introduction along with some hand waves. He went to sit down and my heart skipped a beat when he indicated for me to sit next to him. I felt a little weird being around what seemed to be a bunch of kids still in college. It wasn't like I was much older, but I wondered if they thought I was a college girl or something. I was all too happy to play along if it meant that I got to spend more time around him.

The group continued to talk amongst each other and I saw Marcus turn to me and say, "It's fucking awesome you came. You look hot as hell too, damn!"

I instantly blushed as I was taken aback by his brashness before I practically yelled back to him for him to hear me, "Thanks! You look really handsome too."

Handsome? What the fuck? Why couldn't I just say he looked sexy or hot? I swore that sometimes there was a reason why I was single.

"I'm serious! You just look so...exotic. You're mixed, right?" he continued and I helplessly stared back into his eyes.

"Yeah, I'm half Asian and half White actually...," I said back while looking away, a little unsure whether this was going to take a bad turn all of a sudden.

"Yo, that's tight. I ain't never seen someone that looks the way you do. Most of the bitches up in here can't even compete with someone as hot as you."

I immediately snapped my eyes back to his face and smiled. That wasn't the response I was expecting back, but it made me feel amazing. I still wasn't sure if I liked his brazen attitude, but it was bold and somehow made him even more alluring.

"Thanks...but you may want to take that back. You haven't seen me dance yet."

"We gotta fix that then," he said as he stood up and reached out his hand towards me.

I reached out my hand and grabbed his and a moment later, we were walking through the club hand in hand and headed directly to the dance floor. My heart felt like I was running a marathon or something with how hard it was beating. It was partly because I was holding hands with an unbelievably hot guy, but it was also out of apprehension.

I meant what I said earlier about dancing; I wasn't particularly good at it. It wasn't like I was terrible, but I doubt I could keep up with someone who went clubbing regularly. I winced at the thought of him trying to dance with me. I worried that once he saw how bad I was, he would just walk away or something.

We got on the crowded dance floor and I was surprised by how stiflingly hot it was. I guess it was a good thing I was wearing such a skimpy dress otherwise I felt like I'd die of heat exhaustion. He let go of my hand once we found our little section of the floor and his body started to sway and move smoothly, almost like water. Just like I thought, he was an amazing dancer. Well, I didn't walk all the way here to just give up now.

I started to move my body right in front of him, but not quite on top of him or anything. I knew there was something off about my movements, but I didn't know what it was. I was starting to get embarrassed but then I saw how Marcus was looking at me and smiling. God, how many hearts has that smile melted already?

He started to move up closer to me and he said into my ear, "Follow my hips."

He soon placed his hands on my hips and I blushed at how close we were. I focused my attention on his body and started to match his rhythms and sways. Soon, I felt my hips move to the bass and the beat and when I looked into his face, I saw him looking down at me lustfully. I reached out one hand to rest on his powerful arm and the other reached his broad shoulder as our bodies started to become intertwined.

Song after song played and I barely listened to the music. All of my attention was on my body swaying with the beat and on the incredibly hot guy in front of me. I felt his hands start to move around my hips and to my ass, then back to my hips. I loved how his hands felt on my body and it wasn't long until his hand tried to cup my large ass and I felt him squeeze it firmly. I normally would have been upset at something so audacious, but I was so turned on that I didn't care. In fact, I wanted to touch his body as badly as he did mine.

While his hands explored my ass, I started to unbutton his vest, and then the rest of his shirt. Once his muscular torso was exposed, my hands greedily explored it. It felt even better than I imagined! His skin felt so hot to the touch and every part of him felt hard and was covered in muscles. My fingers barely made a dent as they squeezed his chest and slowly traced his ab muscles.

Soon, a different song came on with a completely different rhythm than before. Without missing a beat, Marcus gently turned me around and with his hands around my waist, pulled me into him as we continued to sway. At first, my hands rested on top of his, but as my body started to grind into his, I raised my arms and wrapped them around his neck. I couldn't believe I got to press up against the body that I fantasized about just earlier today. It felt so strong, and so hard, I loved it.

Shortly after dancing like this, I started to feel something hard press up against my ass. It had to be his dick, but it felt so fucking big. Could he really be that hung? On pure instinct, I started to grind my ass harder against his raging cock and I gasped at how good it felt. I was already horny from dancing with him, but now I felt a carnal desire and lust that I hadn't felt in a long time.

His hands traveled up from my hips and I felt them brush up against my breasts as we continued to sway. I pressed my ass even further into him, which seemed to give him the green light to go even further as he squeezed my breasts hard through my dress. I moaned deeply, but I knew he couldn't hear me over the music. I felt his fingers press against my rock-hard nipples and I knew they had to be clearly visible through the thin material of the dress. God, it felt so erotic and sensual. I didn't even care if others could see us, I just wanted him to keep going.

Much to my dismay, his hands left my perky breasts and I felt them trail down my toned stomach. His touch sent shivers down my spine as I felt them go lower and lower to the bottom of my dress. My body desperately wanted what was about to happen, but my brain started to raise alarm bells. Oh god, was I actually going to let him touch me there? Maybe this was going too fa--ohh fuck yes!

My body spasmed while I felt his finger slide up and down my thong. It felt so good and I was so goddamn horny that I almost orgasmed from that first touch alone. Fuck, my panties were so wet already too! Now he knew just how wet he got me. While my body loved every second of this, my brain started to get louder and louder about things getting out of control. Logic started to come back into the picture that I shouldn't just let a guy finger me on the dancefloor. Especially since I knew that if he kept going, I was definitely going to orgasm.

The moment his fingers started to pull my thong to the side, my brain instinctively went into panic mode. All of a sudden, I thought I couldn't do this. This was all just too much, too fast. I needed a moment to think and to breathe. I lowered my hands to his and gently moved them to the side. I then took a shuddering breath as my body shook slightly, and I briskly walked away. It was way too hot. Too hot to even think. I needed air.

While I rushed off the dance floor, I thought I heard my name being called behind me, but I kept going. I just needed to get out of this club for just a moment. This was not at all what I expected from tonight and I just needed to think. Even though the club was big, it didn't take too long to reach the entrance and step outside. The night air was still warm, but it still felt cool and refreshing against my sweaty skin. I walked to the side of the building and reached my hands out to grab the wood railing in front of me to steady myself.

I closed my eyes and focused on my breathing to calm myself down. I heard the ocean waves rolling onto the beach and it helped to center myself. Once my heartbeat slowed down, and I could hear my thoughts again, I tried to understand what just happened. All I knew was that I was still incredibly horny and my body felt like it was missing something.

What was I so nervous and scared of anyways? I mean, it was a while since I had sex, but this guy seemed incredible. Shouldn't I just go for it? Wasn't having new experiences part of going on a vacation to a completely different corner of the world? Didn't I dream about having a hot encounter too?

"Julia!" I heard Marcus' voice behind me.

I turned around and opened my mouth to apologize to him for leaving so suddenly, but before any words could leave my mouth, I felt his lips crash into mine. His lips tasted so wonderful that I instantly kissed him back. As we sucked on each other's lips, I felt him pull my body into his and I practically melted in between his arms. Oh god, yes! All doubts in my mind suddenly went out the window as we were locked in an intimate embrace. I felt free, liberated, and desperately wanted him so badly. I never felt like I needed to be fucked this badly before.

He broke our kiss and looked down at me with wanton desire and said, "Fuck Julia, you made my cock so hard I can't even think straight."

I breathed hard as I stared back at him and said, "Oh god, I'm so wet, just please take me somewhere and fuck me."

I made sure my eyes also told him just how much I wanted it too. He quickly grabbed my hand, turned us around, and started to lead us back to the hotel. There were a lot of people lined up to enter the club and many more walking over as we both quickly rushed past them. I wonder what they thought of us. I wondered how many girls were jealous that I was with him.

Once we entered the open-air lobby, we immediately found an open elevator, but right before we threw ourselves at each other inside, an elderly couple walked in before the doors closed. Even more frustrating, they selected a floor even higher than ours! So instead of having a moment of heated passion, we instead stood next to each other with our hands to ourselves. I wondered if they could tell that we were two animals ready to maul at each other.

I saw him lean over to me and whisper in my ear, "Unlucky, I was gonna fuck you in here until you screamed in pleasure."

At the same moment, I felt him secretly reach behind me and squeeze my ass hard. I almost moaned, but I caught myself as I raised my hand to cover my mouth and I pretended like I was yawning. I didn't respond back to him, but I gave him a look that said I would've let him. Part of me was surprised by my own reaction. This was totally unlike me, but at the same time, I felt like this was what I secretly wanted. Why not explore these new sides of me somewhere different and exciting?

Eventually, the elevator doors opened on our floor, and we both graciously walked out of the elevator. Once the elevator doors closed and went up, I didn't hesitate for even a moment to feel his body on mine again. I jumped onto his body as my legs wrapped around his waist and my arms around his neck. His hands immediately supported me by grabbing my ass and we kissed each other passionately. He didn't seem to be strained at all holding me up and I felt him start to walk us down the hallway.

"My room," I said quickly as he carried me down the hallway.

Not long after, I pointed to my room and used my thumbprint to unlock the door. When we got inside, he frantically searched for the light switch, and then he thumped my body against the wall. He broke our kiss and I felt his mouth trail down to my neck where he sucked on my soft and sensitive skin. I leaned my head back and thudded it against the wall as well while I moaned softly. My moans got even louder when I felt him let go of my ass and he squeezed my perky breasts hard through the dress.

His hands started to pull down the top of my dress and I felt the material get practically peeled off the soft skin of my breasts. Once fully revealed, his mouth continued to kiss down to my boobs and soon closed over one of my small, but sensitive nipples. I gasped in pleasure and my hands gripped the short hair on the back of his head tightly. His tongue continued the assault as it circled and flicked my hard bud in every direction imaginable. Oh fuck, I was already wet, but this was making me completely soak my thong.

He moved his head to my other nipple, but instead of toying it with his tongue, he sucked it hard into his mouth before biting down on it gently. It hurt slightly, but it somehow only added to the pleasure as my body shook from the jolts of pleasure that came from my breasts. The more he played with my nipples, the more I wanted to see his dick. It felt so big and hard earlier that I desperately wanted to wrap my hands around it.

After my nipple was raw from pleasure, I felt him remove his mouth and we just looked at each other with a fiery passion in our eyes. His arms moved to grab my legs and slowly lowered me to the ground as I unwrapped my legs around him. Once I stood on the ground, he roughly pulled my dress down until he got it over my wide hips and it fell to the floor.