All characters are of legal age and concent.
The visit was great. Sam saw all of his friends on this trip and things were awesome but seeing Sabrina was harder than he thought. Even though they both agreed that those nights together were special; they also agreed that they should be the only nights. Sitting alone in his hotel room thinking of the days events, pouring his spicy virgin Mary to clear his mind of the scents of Sabrina that lingered from their goodbye hug. The hug that was so hard not to extend, so hard not to put his hand on the back of her neck and pull her in for the deep kiss he wanted to give her. So hard to reach down and cup her ass so she could feel how stiff she made him just being near him.
"Crap!" he grumbled to himself causing the drink to form waves from the exasperated exhale. He took a the first sip, hoping his thoughts will wander to something other than the last time they were together but knowing that was not possible.
His dick was stiff but not hard he decided to hell with it and stripped and put on his bathing suit. Grabbing his spicy virgin Mary, room key and phone he walked out to the hot tub just outside the room. Surprised it was empty but again it was late. His patio opened to the pool area and if there was no sign the hot tub must be open right? Since he was alone he just took off his shirt that he would have just left on if others were there. The Dadbod thing was supposed to be in but he didn't believe it. That was one of the reasons he loved Sabrina so much. It wasn't about looks. "crap" he thought again at his frustration. A car door slammed from the parking lot and he had to remember to be quiet remembering that the pool area might just be closed so he didn't want to draw any attention to himself relaxing, and getting caught now with his erection, by himself would be even more awkward.
He took a sip of the ice cold drink and looked up at the stars. There is an impossible amount of people in this world to count, so many and he could only think of one person right now. Looking at the stars it feels so weird that with all those stars could he concentrate on just one star so much then thinking of the sun he chuckled to himself saying yes it is the sun blocks out all others and that must be what she is, a sun to brighten his life, albeit from afar.
Knocking back the last of the drink and hearing the clink of the ice he was rethinking the leaving of the bottle in the room. He closed his eyes for a moment when he heard a scraping noise and turned to see the woman of his occupied mind.
"Sabrina! He whispered....
"I'm not supposed to be here" a whisper responded back from behind him.
He whirled around fast, probably too fast as his drink was stiff to match his erection, to see someone he was only dreaming to see.
"Sabrina!?" he whispered not to be too loud over the quiet of the night.
