"Let call the buggy for you all," the pregnant receptionist said, waddling back to the reception desk with a warm smile, picking up the phone to call soone.
This beach house was nice, man—I thought we’d have to walk there, watching Minh and his new "girlfriend" El talk and flirt the whole way, but at least now with the buggy it’d be over quick.
Minh, El, and Lan walked closer to the front door—El and Minh really excited to hit the beach, laughing and touching casual already, I didn’t know what they were gonna do there but I was keeping my fingers crossed for so freaky deaky.
Lan just had to keep up with her husband—walking quiet behind them, a step or two back, eyes down on the floor most of the ti, not saying a word to Minh, face blank like she was trying to hide everything inside, but the hurt was obvious—lips pressed thin, shoulders a little slumped, glancing at his back with that mix of disappointnt and resignation.
I stayed at the reception—leaning casual on the counter, watching the pregnant lady finish the call.
"Yes... please send the buggy. We have four guests waiting," she said calm into the phone, then hung up, looking back at smiling soft, eyes lingering a second longer than needed, warm and curious.
Our conversation got cut off earlier thanks to motherfucker Minh interrupting—but now we were alone, lobby quieter, just us.
"You work so hard," I said, looking at her impressed—how she managed everything being pregnant, belly round and proud, moving graceful despite the weight, handling guests smoothly.
"Oh... it’s nothing," she said shy, opening up now from the complint, cheeks flushing faint, hand resting gentle on her bump. "Have to keep things running."
"Did you move into Lily’s building recently?" she asked curiously, leaning a little on the counter, eyes bright and interested, hand resting gently on her pregnant belly.
"Yeah, I did," I said, smiling back. "Do you know Lily personally?"
"Yes... she’s co to this beach house many tis in the past on these building trips," she said, warmth clear in her smile, voice soft like she really liked Lily. "She always organizes everything so well."
"Really... she really gives it her all," I said, nodding impressed, leaning closer casual.
"Yeah..." she laughed light. "By the way... I’m Shyla," she said obvious wanting my na, eyes flicking to mine shy but direct, cheeks flushing faint.
"I’m Alex... nice to et you," I said, putting my hand out for a handshake—thought it’d be good, we were opening up.
She smiled—soft and genuine, eyes lighting up a little—and reached out shy, her hand small and warm in mine as she shook it gentle.
When our hands touched she kept looking at —eyes locking longer than normal, feeling shy now, glancing at intense then away quick like she got caught, cheeks getting redder slow, blush spreading down her neck faint.
We kinda held the handshake a little longer than usual—neither pulling away first, fingers lingering, slight squeeze from both sides.
"I’ll et you later," I said smiling, knowing full well she’d want to too—eyes holding hers a second longer, promise in the look.
She just nodded—shy smile back, cheeks still red, hand brushing her belly subtle like she felt the spark too.
Then I walked to the group waiting for the buggy outside the main door—sun hot already, breeze off the sea nice.
Soon the buggy arrived—open sides, driver friendly, 4 seats in the middle row, 2 in back.
We all climbed in middle 4 seats—Minh and El sat together touching a little too tight, thighs pressed, arms brushing constant, grinning like kids.
Lan and I had to sit together facing them—thighs touching side to side instantly.
Damn, she was soft man—warm thick thigh against mine, giving slight with every shift.
As soon as the buggy started going—bumping gentle on the path—our thighs jiggled together, her softness pressing warm against mine.
I looked down at the side—she was shorter, head level with my shoulder. I could see her thick boobs jiggling through the sundress with every bump, heavy and full, nipples poking faint, yellow fabric hugging perfect.
Man, she was hotness packed tight—innocent face but body screaming fertile.
I couldn’t control my dick—it got hard a little, pressing between my thighs trapped, growing slow from the contact.
In front facing us—Minh and El packed close, arms linked now, talking random stuff loud, laughing like they were soulmates already, completely ignoring Lan.
Lan was looking at them—disappointnt clear in her eyes, lips tight, quiet hurt.
I thought I should take her mind off it.
"Hey Lan... nice beach, look there," I pointed, showing her the sea visible ahead—blue sparkling, waves crashing white.
"Yeah... it’s so pretty," she said soft, eyes sparkling a little turning to look, small smile real and cute.
She was really cute, man—her motherfucker of a husband was stupid as fuck for ignoring this beauty.
I think he’s gay, I thought—watching Minh all over El, laughing loud, arm around her waist tight like he couldn’t get enough, eyes locked on her cleavage every chance.
Guy was acting way too into it for soone married to a thick beauty like Lan.
Lan and my shoulders bumped every ti the buggy jumped a little on the terrain—soft contact, her body shifting closer each bump.
We were catching quick glances—eyes eting then away shy, hers flicking down subtle to my shorts again, rembering last night’s bulge clear, trying to spot it today, thinking she’d find it hard.
But it was stuck between my thighs—growing slow from the contact, hidden for now, pressing warm.
Soon we reached the side of the beach where vehicles couldn’t go any farther. We all got off, and the driver turned the buggy around and headed back.
The beach was just a few steps away now—the sea sparkling bright blue under the sun, waves crashing soft, day perfect with that warm breeze.
And a thick MILF was right by my side—Lan, starving for attention her husband wasn’t giving, eyes flicking to shy but needy.
I knew what I had to do.
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