Kevin reached for the keycard when his mother handed it to him, and fought the urge to grin.
Her guilt trip had been working. After a month of insisting that he had to go on one last family vacation, because he would be going off to college and they were never going to see him, he was ready to cave. If she'd waited until he got home that evening instead of calling his cell with the offer to give him his own room, he'd be bunking up with his younger brothers.
"Meet us in the hall as soon as you drop off your suitcase," his mother instructed as she grabbed the handle of her bag. "This is the last time I'll have all my babies together, and I'm not missing a minute of it."
"Okay, Mom," Kevin responded, managing to avoid rolling his eyes until she'd turned her back to head toward the elevator.
The several days allotted to Disneyworld probably weren't going to be all that bad. Going to the beach was a completely different story, but he figured that he'd get through it.
A group of girls exited the elevator as he approached. They were all dressed in clothes that showed off plenty of leg, midriff, and cleavage - every inch perfectly tanned. His mother made a disapproving sound after they'd passed.
Glancing back over his shoulder at four hot butts in tight shorts, Kevin had to heartily disagree.
Lying in bed that night, Kevin groaned and covered his eyes with the crook of his arm. The trip to the beach had been absolutely torturous.
There, a woman lying on her stomach with her top untied, the bare sides of her breasts impossible to ignore. A few feet away, another girl soaked up the sun, her pussy lips outlined in her skimpy bikini bottom. Out in the water, girls in soaked bikinis with hard nipples poking at the cloth were everywhere.
All the while, he was saddled with his parents and brothers.
Should have jerked off in the shower, he thought as he lay frustrated and half hard on the bed, unable to sleep. He briefly considered the box of tissues on the nightstand next to the bed, but it was just too weird.
Giving up, he turned on the light and flipped back the covers to swing his legs out of the bed. The clock turned over to one in the morning as he glanced at it. He muttered, "Fuck," knowing that his mother would rouse him early for day one at the Magic Kingdom.
When he grabbed a bottle of water out of the mini fridge, it sparked a memory. One of the machines in the concession area had some over-the-counter medicine packets in it.
Maybe there's some sleeping pills, he thought with some hope, and picked up his clothes from where he'd tossed them on the floor. Out in the hall, he turned the corner toward the machines and slowed.
"Damn," he muttered under his breath.
Her dark blonde hair was shot through with lighter highlights, not quite reaching her shoulders. She was short, perhaps tall enough to come up to his chest, and curvy in all the right places. It was the way she walked that hypnotized him, though.
There was just something about the way she held her hands, swinging easily at her sides, and the subtle sway of her hips that screamed sexy. For some reason, he thought that it looked natural, as though that was just the way her body moved, instead of a practiced strut designed to attract attention.
He followed, thinking, This isn't fucking helping, but unable to take his eyes off her. She turned into the same glass-enclosed room that was his destination, the motion of reaching into her pocket just as seductive as her walk. He got a look at her face, which was just as good looking as the rest of her, and guessed that she was probably in her thirties.
Got MILF? He silently quipped, hoping to drown the arousal in humor a bit.
It didn't really help.
Neither did walking in just as she bent to retrieve her bottle of water from the soda machine. Her butt looked incredible, and her legs were smooth - shapely - somehow looking far longer than her height would account for. Walking past to the machine with the medicine, he stole a glance at her as she stood. She was wearing a white top, her bra peeking out from behind the straps holding it up. She had large breasts, the globes stretching her top and providing an eye-catching display of cleavage. He tore his eyes away rather reluctantly to pull out his wallet.
"Hello," she said pleasantly as she opened her water and he fed a bill into the machine. Her voice was deep and sultry, almost giving him shivers.
He responded, "Hey," and nodded, doing his best to look casual while punching in the numbers for the little packet of sleeping pills.
"Can't sleep, huh?"
"Yeah, and I have to be up early in the morning." He bent down and retrieved his pills.
"Know how that goes. Well, good luck."
She turned after a finger-waggling wave and started back down the hall, that same unbelievably sexy walk making his cock throb.
The sleeping pills never got opened, but the tissue box was a little lighter when he drifted off to sleep.
The line inched forward.
Thankfully, the day wasn't overly hot, so the long waits in line to get on the rides wasn't too unbearable. Knowing that his parents couldn't see him any longer, Kevin flipped the bird to his younger brothers, who had run ahead to get a place quite a bit ahead of him in line. They returned the salute, and then moved forward again.
As luck would have it, somewhere between him and his brothers, the train for Thunder Mountain filled up, which was perfectly fine with Kevin. It meant that he had a few minutes worth of escape from the family.
"Well, hello again."
Kevin recognized the voice and turned around to see the woman from the night before, back a few people behind him in line. "Hey," he greeted her, thinking that she looked even hotter out in the sunlight.
"I thought that I recognized you, but I wasn't sure until you turned just now." She tapped the man standing in front of her and asked, "Do you mind if I sneak up there?"
He shrugged and let her past, as did the other couple of people between them. When she was standing next to him, she asked, "Get some sleep?"
Kevin prayed he wasn't blushing as he thought about what had put him to sleep - masturbating with fantasies about her dancing through his head. "Yeah."
She cast her eyes downward for a moment and brought her fingers to the bridge of her nose. "I just realized that we don't even know each other's names." She laid a hand on her chest, just above the cleavage that was drawing his eyes like a magnet. "Felicia."
"Kevin," he responded, and then moved forward when she nodded to indicate that the line was moving.
"I've always loved that name. So, where are you from?"
Her mouth dropped open and she made a surprised little sound. "Me too. Well, close enough. I'm about fifteen minutes from U.I.C."
Kevin chuckled. "I'm going there in the fall."
"Well, what a small world."
Letting out a groan, Kevin said, "Don't remind me. I still can't get that song out of my head."
Felicia laughed, the sound deep and rich - inherently sexy. "I wasn't even thinking about that. Were those friends of yours?"
"My brothers," he reluctantly admitted.
"Ah, family vacation, huh? Well, if it makes you feel any better, I'm here by myself. How depressing is that?"
Kevin smiled and chuckled while part of his brain piped up, No husband or boyfriend.
"Did you go to the Taste this year?"
That started a chat that lasted through the rest of the line about the Taste of Chicago and the lack of fireworks that year. Kevin couldn't help but smile when she got into the two seat 'train car' with him when their turn to board arrived.
The ride lurched as it went into motion.
"Here we go," she said with a wide smile, flipping her hair in a gesture that he thought just might be flirtatious.
Felicia screamed and laughed through the relatively sedate roller coaster ride, the sound so infectious that he ended up joining her. The way her breasts bounced and jiggled with the rattling motion of the ride was mesmerizing, and it was all Kevin could do not to stare at them. When the train rounded a sharp corner, immediately followed by a jolting dip, she cried out and slapped her hand onto his thigh, the momentum throwing her against him and pressing her breasts against his arm.
Kevin thought he was going to bust straight out of his shorts.
The train came to a stop long before he was ready for that ride to end. She climbed out, and he nearly went into a panic as he scooted on the seat toward the platform, because he was still rock hard. Not having any choice, he climbed off the car and walked beside her toward the exit. Thankfully, she didn't seem to take notice of his embarrassing problem.
"That was fun," she effervesced. "It's been years since I did anything like this."
"Yeah, it was pretty cool." Kevin's cell vibrated in his pocket, and he pulled it out to see a text from his mother.
"The family, huh?"
He nodded. "They're waiting over at this restaurant."
"Well, maybe we'll see each other again. Try to have fun."
"You too," he responded, and then returned her wave before watching her walk away, just as entranced by the way she moved as the night before.
He only snapped back into reality when she vanished into the crowd.
"I really need to get laid," he mumbled under his breath as he went to meet his family.
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