Los Manos

By M Leroy

Copyright ©2025

Some have remarked that Dani Raginsky was blessed with blondeness and a perpetual tan. Yet she wasn’t obsessed with beauty, which had the curious effect of making her even more attractive. On this particular morning, she found herself sitting spread-eagle on the rear ledge of a balcony hot tub in Isla Mujeres, at an adults-only resort called Los Manos. Which meant “The Hands.” Dani thought of that now with her arched back against a cream-colored, stucco wall that separated the balcony from the room. The wall had been made wet by splashes of warm water where her ass was pushing against it. Her best friend’s fiancé, Smith, was using his hands on her body in exciting ways. She toyed playfully with him now by sucking on his middle finger. She held eye contact with Smith as though peering into his dark soul.

Dani and Smith had a long sexual history. But ever since Smith began dating Beth, who’d recently become his betrothed, Dani and Beth had discovered that a strange, fantastic spark existed between them. It had somehow flown beneath Smith’s radar that Beth could potentially be attracted to women, much less to “his” Dani. The three of them arrived to Los Manos the previous night. They had drinks at the restaurant bar. At some point, Smith had devilishly stuffed a little note in Dani’s pocket. She discovered it later when she was alone in her room before bed. “See you in the morning,” the note read. Smith also sketched a little heart near the words.

Dani had her reasons for traveling stag to Los Manos with two other couples. One, she was naturally inclined to adventure. Two, she loved Smith. The second couple on the trip was comprised of a coworker of Smith’s and “a total freak,” was the way he put it, that he’d recently begun fucking. But they wouldn’t arrive until mid-morning the next day. Dani wasn’t at all concerned about being a fifth wheel because, well, she had secrets. Needless to say, she’d been expecting some level of sexual advance from Smith when he showed up at the door of her suite, bright and early.

Smith knocked three times: knock, knock, knock. “Coming,” he heard Dani say from inside her suite.

“Prove it,” was his husky reply. Dani opened the door in a neon-yellow string bikini with tiger stripes.

“Hey, handsome,” Dani greeted her old friend. She gave Smith a small peck on the cheek when he entered her suite. She seemed to be pretending that she wasn’t aware of Smith’s plight upon his showing up, alone. He played along.

“Wow, you look great!” he exclaimed. “Shit, Dani! You’ve been hitting the gym!”

“Thanks, babe!” she smiled. She stood in the doorway of the bathroom next to the entrance.

“Listen, I’m just putting on some sunscreen and lipstick. Go on in. Make yourself at home please. I have waters, wine, bourbon . . .”

“I’m good,” Smith said, coyly. “I’ve got to see the view from your balcony,” he added, walking toward the open balcony door. “My God, it’s beautiful,” he hollered to Dani from outside after a moment.

“I know!” Dani hollered back. “Where’s Beth?” she asked.

“Oh, she was heading downstairs to snag a few pool chairs,” he replied.

“What a doll!” Dani exclaimed. “Let’s not keep her waiting, then.”

“Eh, she’s fine,” Smith remarked after a brief pause. He looked for Beth at the pool from Dani’s balcony but couldn’t spot her from this vantage point. Moments later, Smith walked up suddenly behind Dani in the bathroom, naked, and he commenced to peel her bikini bottom down to the orange, tiled floor. Dani did not hesitate when he took her by the hand to the hot tub outside that he’d just filled with steamy water. It was unusual for Dani to fuck this early in the day, she thought, but a break in routine was exactly what she needed.

You may be interested to know that Dani had naturally perky breasts and formidable nipples beneath the tiny string-bikini top she wore. She’d decided to go full-on sexy with her bathing suit selection for the trip, knowing she would have ample time to be flirty with old and new friends. She chose this bikini because it matched one of Smith’s tattoos, a tiger slashing through his bicep, which she’d taken him to get while drunk one night in college, years ago.

Now, in between kisses, Dani was murmuring softly for Smith, who was kneeling in the hot tub, facing her. He kissed her lips, then her neck. She nibbled on his ear. “Mmhhn, suck on my tits, please,” she voiced. What else could he do? He situated the top widely enough to reveal her long, spiked nipples before licking and sucking on them the way she desired him to.

“Nnnhh, baby,” said Smith. “Your nipples are so hard,” he smiled, now peering back into her eyes for a moment before inching his mouth slowly toward her navel. Dani felt Smith’s warm breath on her tummy as he moved downward. Before long, he was licking and probing his tongue between her legs. Since they were somewhat in public, Dani moaned more quietly than usual but was still able to show Smith what pleased her. The pulsing jets of the hot tub also helped muffle her voice from reaching the neighboring guests. At least, she thought so. In reality, a newlywed couple enjoying breakfast on the balcony next door was able to hear everything. The neighbors let it go and stayed silent, occasionally smiling at one another behind sips of coffee and bites of crispy bacon. Later, they’d use it as fuel for their own naughty exhibition.

“Umhhhnn, that’s it,” Dani whispered. “Uhhhmm, fuck,” she uttered sharply with her head back now. Her French manicured toes curled tightly over the edges of the tub. Smith’s tongue continued tasting her. Next, his thick finger slid in and out of her wetness, and then hooked upward against Dani’s G-spot. He noticed with delight that Dani had begun squeezing her breasts and tugging at her champion nipples. Then, she ran a hand through his short, dark hair. She gripped his head and thrusted her hips forward against his nose and mouth. She was breathing heavily, “Unhhuuhhnn.”

“That’s it, baby,” he said hoarsely. “Fuck my face.” He reached behind her and squeezed her ass tightly. Soon, her body was shaking all over, and she let out two, consecutive high-pitched squeals to signal she was cumming hard. This was a major turn-on for him. “Yes, baby!” he demanded, “Cum right in my mouth.”

After her first orgasm, Dani cracked open her blue eyes to notice the scenic coastline straight ahead beyond the balcony, but the blue horizon appeared hazy while in this state of rapture. So, she bent her head down and focused instead on the strong, shaded back of Smith’s naked body mostly submerged in hot, bubbly water while he continued to circle her bulbous clit with his tongue. He would finger her again to orgasm after a moment’s resolve.

“Mmmm, that’s my good boy,” she whispered and smiled playfully.

The words touched Smith, and for a second, he thought he would cum right then in the warm tub without any further assistance. He was patient, however, and eventually, she would lead him to the bed that was just inside and instruct him to, “Do whatever you want, babe.” After some loud, aggressive doggystyle fucking, he would eventually squirt pearly beads of cum all over her neck and breasts. He’d tap his cock on the disarrayed bikini top while she peered upward at him. “That’s my cock, Smith,” she’d whisper before probing around his dickhole with her tongue yearning for the smallest leftover drip of juice to lap up.

But for now, Smith took a second to stretch out his muscular legs the full length of the hot tub. The rapid motion of the jets caused him to float right above the surface. Neither he, nor she paid any mind to the discreet spy camera on the table where Dani had been live-streaming for Beth, who’d been watching the episode in wild, sexual agitation from their resort suite across the hall a few doors down. Beth pleasured herself while watching her unknowing fiancé at play with her best friend. The women had orchestrated the whole event in cahoots the night before.

This was shaping up to be an interesting week, thought Dani as she lied her head back on the bed, rubbing Smith’s cum into her breasts. Then came the knock at the door . . .

About M Leroy:

• M Leroy is a Baton Rouge-based author whose wife encourages him to write sexy stories.