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Chanel and Ethan 27

Date: 8/19/2015, Categories: BDSM, Author: tangerinesky, Rating: 6, Source: LushStories

It's around six when Chanel and I step out of Casa Cortes, our fourth stop since leaving the hotel. After some of the best head of my life, I picked her up and made her shower again, with me. We ate, wandered around the San Juan Cathedral right next to our hotel, then the Museo de Arte. Chanel loved that part. After that was Fortaleza Street, then finally the chocolate factory of Casa Cortes. Right when I ask her what she wants to do now, Chanel gets a message from Tawni, inviting us to a bar. Before I could get her away from everyone at the beach earlier, she gave her number when Tawni and Tommy both suggested we maybe join them later. "Do you want to go?" I ask her, ghosting my hand against her lower back. "Only if you want to," she says sincerely, tilting her head up at me. It almost feels like a challenge, bringing her back to a crowd of people ready and willing to hit on her. It's a hard line to walk; not wanting to exceed the boundaries Chanel and I have set, though not wanting to mislead any ass hole into thinking she's available. She's not, not right fucking now; she's here with me. Despite all that shit though, the last thing I want to do is thwart her fun. "Let's do it," I suggest, and she chuckles. When we arrive, the others aren't here yet, so we grab a booth and eat. At first it's a bit hard for me to focus on anything Chanel's saying, I have a perfect view of her cleavage. The top few buttons are undone on her collared white shirt, her firm tits in a white lace ... push up, peeking out. The contrast against her dark hair is disarmingly attractive. "So, what's on the agenda for tomorrow?" Chanel asks, my head snapping up to meet her gaze. "You'll see," I reply, and she rolls her eyes. "I can tell you we're gonna start in the gym," I say, and take a drink from my glass. "The hotel has a gym?" she asks, and I nod. "Nice." "Hey, I have a question." "What's up?" she asks. "Does anyone know you're here with me?" I ask her. "I did tell Aaliyah," she admits. "Why?" "Just curious." "Have you told anyone?" "Just John." "Are your friends the only people who know about us?" she asks, and she's so casual I'm compelled to answer. "No," I admit, smirking. "Who else have you told?" "I've been talking to my dad," I shrug. Chanel nods. "What does he think of it?" "He's...overall supportive. That's the only reason I told John you were with me." "Are your other friends not supportive?" "No, just not as respectful," I chuckle. "They've all guessed I'm fucking you, I just confirmed it to John. He doesn't give me as much shit about you." "You guys talk about me?" Chanel smiles, her bright blue eyes laughing. "Wouldn't you like to know?" "Keeping secrets?" she asks, and I almost snort. "Hardly. They're a bunch of guys and you're insanely beautiful. I'm sure you can figure it out." Chanel scoffs at me. " That's original. You guys aren't very creative." "I guess not." "Well, what all did you tell John?" "Oh, he knows everything," I say without blinking. "What?!" ...