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I wanted to see her in a swimsuit.

I wanted to see her naked.

I stepped into the bathroom and turned on the water, my cock already growing hard at the thought of what I was about to do.

My phone was rang in the other room.

I sighed and went to answer it. “Hey, Cooper here.”

“Cooper, hey.” I recognized the voice—Missy, from the front desk.

“What’s up, Missy? Need something?”

“Yeah, room 212 called and said their air conditioner isn’t working? Can you go check it out?”

“Yeah, sure.” I hung up the phone and ran my hand over my throbbing cock. That would have to wait.

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I knocked on the door to 212, tool bag in hand.

No answer.

I knocked again.

Still nothing.

Maybe they’d gone down to the beach. If their room was too hot, it made sense.

I pulled my master key from the pocket of my bag and slid it into the lock. It opened immediately.

I pushed the door open and walked in.

As I my eyes adjusted to the darkness of the room, offset by the glare from the outside, I saw her outline. Then everything else came in to focus. She was half dressed, wearing nothing but the bottoms of a swimsuit and a set of wireless headphones. Her curves were perfect and the hard on I had lost earlier began to flood back between my legs.

Her head jerked up and she screamed, covering her tits with her arms.

And then I recognized her.

The girl from the beach this morning.

Fuck.

She ripped one of the headphones out of her ear. “What the fuck? Get out of our room!”

“Sorry! Sorry! I’m maintenance! I’m here about the air conditioner!”

Immediately, her demeanor changed. “Don’t you knock?”

“I did, twice.”

She looked at me, frowning, and turned away to grab a loose cover-up dress from the bed. She pulled it on before turning to face me.

Her nipples were hard through the fabric of the dress.

The sight made my cock twitch and grow bigger.

She looked nervously at me, then spoke. “I know you…surfing this morning?”

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