Why We Got The King-Size Bed
It was the first full day we had been in Cabo, Mexico, and that evening I wanted to go drink and check out the live band playing in the hotel pavilion. The Marine grumbled that he needed some sleep. No problem, we didn’t get in until late the night before. We lay down on the king-size bed for a much-needed nap.
I woke up an hour later feeling frisky as hell. We had not yet had sex on our vacation, first because of the delayed flight and then that morning as soon as I saw the sun was shining I took off running for the pool. I nudged The Marine to wake up. He didn’t move. I put my hand on his shoulder and sweetly said, “it’s time to get up.” He didn’t move. I slid my hand over his crotch and started massaging.
