Serena had just finished tying her bikini top when she looked up and noticed a guy on the balcony across from her…staring into her room…watching her intently. “Fuck!” she screeched to the room before she quickly closed the curtains, totally embarrassed that someone had just watched her get changed. She hoped that he only appeared once her bikini was on, but she highly doubted that…not with her luck.
“What’s wrong, babes?” Michele asked as she walked into Serena’s room, tying her sarong around her waist.
“Umm, I think I just flashed a guy as I got changed.”
Michele burst out laughing. “Only you could do that within the first hour of arriving.” She sat on the end of the bed and handed Serena her cover-up, “This is pretty. Was he at least hot?” She winked as she said it.
“Thanks. And I don’t know, I didn’t look. I just closed the curtains and slowly died inside.”
“Ohh, babe, I’m sorry, but seriously that’s the funniest shit ever. If he was hot, you should have given him a free show.” She raised her eyebrows in a sexy, seductive way before she stood up, bent down, and flicked her head and hair up, bringing out her inner stripper, just as Heather walked in. Heather stood behind Michele, and proceeded to mimic slapping her ass and grinding into her.
“Wow, what did I miss? And whose become a stripper?”
“Our girl, here, she thinks she gave some guy across the resort an unintentional strip show,” Michele said, as she sat back on the bed and pointed out the door.
“Was he hot?” Heather asked as she took a sip of water from her bottle.
“As I told Misty Bloodlust here, I was too embarrassed and are you drinking water? I’m disappointed, Heather.” She pointed to the dresser and a glass of wine.
Heather laughed as she grabbed the wine, “Cheers.” Raising it up in a silent salute, before she took a sip. Placing it back on the dresser, she headed over to the curtains, “Misty Bloodlust, I love that.” She pulled the curtains open again and stepped outside.
“That name needs to stop,” Michele said as she joined Heather outside.
“No way, Misty,” Heather said, and she began to sway her hips against the railing.
Serena hesitantly stepped out to join them and giggled at Heather’s gyrating. Her eyes darted across to the other building and noticed that there was no one on their balconies. Subconsciously she was searching for Blake but mostly hoping that she didn’t run into her pervert again.
Heather was still dancing and singing to herself as Serena and Michele headed back inside, leaving her to it. Michele turned to close and lock the slider before she smirked at Heather and closed the curtains. Serena quickly raced into the lounge to lock that door too, but Heather was too fast and made it inside before they could lock her out. “You’re both bitches,” Heather snarled as Michele and Serena both laughed.
“But you love us anyways,” Serena said, linking her arm with Heather’s. “Now, let’s go chillax by the pool and drink cocktails out of coconuts and pineapples AND to sweeten the deal, the first jug of mojitos is on me.”
“Well, if you insist,” Heather said, winking, linking her arm with Michele. “Come on, Misty, it’s time to get our drink on.”
Giggling, the three girls grabbed their beach bags and headed down to the pool for an unforgettable afternoon of fun, sun, sand, and cocktails.