The Billionaire's Son(4)

In the five weeks that I had been working there, I had never encountered anyone at the pool, or anywhere on the estate for that matter. I had become friendly with most of the full-time staff, but never ran into anyone else.

Not for the first time, I thought it was a shame that the pool was left unused. It was surrounded by a tropical paradise. I could easily lounge in the infinity pool, soaking up the gorgeous views for hours, but I usually limited myself to one hour a day. After I had used up my allotted time, I headed into the opulent cabana to shower off and change back into my clothes.

I finished my shower and then reached outside the fabric curtain, searching for my towel. I groped around for several moments, before popping my head out to locate the elusive towel. The hook was empty. And my canvas bag with all my clothing was missing too! In fact, there were no clothes or towels in sight. Even my wet bathing suit had disappeared. I carefully peeked around the interior of the cabana, staying behind the shower curtain, but it appeared to be empty. Now what?

I tried to remove the shower curtain, but it was affixed with fancy fasteners and it wasn't budging. Maybe there was a phone in the kitchenette that I could call the house staff with? I tiptoed out of the shower enclosure, dripping wet, to the kitchenette. No phone. Not even a dishtowel in sight to try to cover up with. I took a deep breath, trying not to let panic set in. Think, Julia. There has to be an easy way out of this ridiculous situation. I began rummaging through every drawer or cabinet I could find. I found bottle openers, matchbooks, pens and suntan lotion, but not a single towel. Not even a scrap of paper! My heart began pounding furiously as I felt I was left with only one choice: a naked dash back to my room in the estate. What if someone sees me?

Just as I was contemplating the best route, I heard a woman's tinkling laughter getting closer. Thank goodness. I could yell out to the woman for some help. I hesitated for a moment, only because the situation was so embarrassing. Then I heard a man's laughing reply. Oh no! I slowly eased over to the pass-through bar window in the kitchenette and carefully peeked out the corner of it. A stunningly handsome man, with a bikini-clad blonde on each arm, was heading right for the cabana. Panic gripped my insides. I ran back to the shower to hide. It took a few minutes of nervous anxiety to finally realize that they were not coming into the cabana. I could hear their voices close by though.

Quiet as a mouse, I crept out of the shower stall and headed toward a side window where the voices seemed to be coming from. I carefully poked my head up to peer out the open window and gasped in shock.

The two women had both removed their bathing suits and the man was stripped down to his boxer-briefs! Oh my God! They were going to have sex right there! It was too late to call out and stop them. I focused on the man, sprawled out on the chaise lounge, not ten feet from me. The nude women were climbing all over him intermittently blocking my view, but I was able to see sculpted muscles, well-defined abs, and a distinctive bulge in his briefs. I had seen his jet-black wavy hair and piercing eyes before. My heart sank as my suspicions were confirmed. It was bad boy Derek, Jackson Vaughn's son.

My pulse was racing a mile a minute as I watched. The two women looked so alike they almost appeared to be twins. Platinum blonde long hair, supple tanned bodies, large perky breasts and completely bare pussies made them resemble Barbie dolls. While one Barbie was kissing Derek, the other was removing his briefs. Although I blushed furiously in embarrassment when his giant cock sprang free, I couldn't look away.

The Barbies knelt on either side of the lounge chair and began taking turns servicing Derek's cock. First one took his thick girth into her mouth and worked the entire length while the other used her hands to stroke the base of his shaft and fondle his balls. They switched off with such perfect synchronicity; it seemed as if they had done this before. I watched the girls sucking and slurping at Derek's cock with abandon. Derek lay back in the lounger with his arms behind his head, a self-satisfied smirk on his handsome face. What an arrogant prick! As if reading my mind, a huge smile broke out on his face. I shrank back further into the shadows, even though I was sure he wouldn't see me even if he hadn't been so fully occupied.

I heard Derek say something and then heard more tinkling laughter from the girls. They sat together on the end of Derek's lounge chair and began kissing each other. Their hands roamed each other's bodies as Derek watched approvingly. I watched, fascinated, as they both lay back against Derek's chest still kissing. The Barbie on top slid down the chair between the other girl's legs and started plunging her tongue wildly into the other girl's wide-open pussy. Derek held the moaning girl against him while he tweaked and pinched the girl's nipples.#p#分页标题#e#