She had hoped that some time away at this lively, deluxe resort would offer her the opportunity that she needed and craved. Not even able to remember the last time she had been away from her demanding job in the intense corporate world of banking, she was determined that the physical void in her life would finally be filled.
Her position gave her money and power but excluded her from establishing other than the occasional relationship with men, however short-lived they may be. Her days and nights were spent managing, organizing, and ordering those beneath her. She needed to shed herself of those responsibilities, if only for a couple of weeks. Truly what she sought was to find a man who would take charge. Someone to whom she could physically and emotionally submit before returning to her brutal, pressure-filled existence.
Nature had played a dirty trick on her. While providing her with the intelligence, ability, and motivation to take her to the heights of her profession, she labored through life with the body of a little girl.
While most other girls continued in their physical development during their teenage years, she had stopped just after the first signs of puberty had revealed themselves.
Now in her late 20s, she was but slightly under five feet in height and weighed a mere 98 pounds. Not unattractive, her facial features were small. How many times had she heard the phrase, "cute as a button?" More than she cared to.
Her short, jet-black hair outlined dark brown eyes, a pert nose, and a little round mouth with thin lips. Her lower body had thin though well-shaped legs that met at a tiny, but tight ass before ending at a slim, flat waist that most women would love to have.
Her breasts were miniature, slight little mounds that barely rose from her chest. Her nipples, though, were large in relation to the breasts they crowned, rising first in outsized round bases before peaking in long, stiff protrusions that in full extension could be bent to the side to lay flat against her breast.
Braless, these firm, brown nipples now poked against the pale sheer blouse she wore as she sipped a margarita and perused the night club that adjoined her resort. As well, she wore no panties beneath the short, black leather skirt that complemented the top. She was dressed for the hunt. It was then, through the blaring music and flashing lights, that she saw him standing farther down the bar, swigging beer from a bottle.
He was of average height but his body was powerfully built like that of a man who worked out with weights. Strong arms, wide shoulders and a broad chest that then tapered down to a narrow waist before opening again to hips and legs that rippled with muscle. There appeared to be not even a hint of hair on his deeply tanned body. The tight T-shirt and khaki shorts that he wore accented his build. This man was cut and knew it.
She shot down the remainder of her drink and made her way to where he congregated with his friends by the bar. She excused herself and squeezed beside him, appearing in every way to only be trying to get the bartender's attention.
As her body made contact with his in the tight quarters, she raised her eyes to meet his. She looked seductively at him and, without a word, conveyed to him that she was his if he wanted her.
He offered to buy her a drink and she accepted. For her, the time that then passed drinking and making small talk was only the necessary passage to what she prayed would be a night for both of them to long remember. He seemed to fit exactly what she needed, a brute, a Neanderthal who would conquer her given the chance.
Finally, she suggested they go back to her suite for a nightcap. Without hesitation, he accepted and they quickly moved to her quarters. Upon entering and closing the door, they moved to the drawing room and he wasted no time. He swept her into his arms and kissed her.
She was engulfed by his arms and torso and felt a warmth and security from his embrace. For a man with such a potent body, his lips were surprisingly soft. Her mouth opened to accept his tongue and, with a growing passion, they stood kissing as their tongues played and their bodies pressed tightly against each other.
His lips left hers and moved to her neck, nibbling and licking up and down from its base to her ears. A wave of chills washed down her body as his tongue flicked at her, leaving wet traces of his saliva as it moved. Her legs began to weaken but his strong embrace kept her pinned to him as he lavished soft kisses at sensitive spots she never knew existed.
Finally, they separated and his eyes met hers before moving down her body and back up again. Their eyes again locked, chests bursting with heavy breathing, and his hands moved to undress her but, rather than unbutton her top, he grasped the top of her blouse and slowly began to tear open its front. With each sound of a button popping from its support, she began to quiver in anticipation of being bared before her conqueror.
As the last button dropped, he pulled the blouse from her shoulders and threw it to the floor. She stood before him, naked from the waist up, her remarkable nipples standing at attention.
He grinned and dropped his head to her chest. His lips completely encircled a breast, small as it was, and sucked it into his mouth where his tongue flattened and began to bathe the entirety before moving its tip to her nipple.
Her eyes closed and she caressed his head as she let the pleasure move through her. The tip of his tongue teased her, moving around the large, swollen aureole before finding its long extension and lightly dabbing its sides and end. He moved to the other breast and granted it the same loving treatment.
