Echo 01 - Sex Stories

Echo 01

... Lester, just said that dirt digging is against resort policies, so, um, finish squirting your water hose and maybe, and only maybe, we'll run into each other later, so, um, bye."

"Oh, my water hose will be squirting later alright, Echo!"

Oh, there were visions in my head of that alright about his squirting hose! But then it got worse because those visions were in cartoon fashion and not in modern anime style! It was more like some old timey flower farmer chasing someone who was sprinting away while wearing daisy dukes.

"Well, damn it, Todd, which water hose because I'm actually a fraud of a partner and I'm getting all confused right now since the only garden hose I've ever saw is in my side yard and I'm getting the feeling that your water hose squirts a different way and I don't even know where I'm going with this right now, Todd!"

Yeah, I was a bit confused and maybe half seduced, so, I grabbed my roller bag luggage and strolled towards my secluded cabin in my daisy duke shorts.

[Weep, an incoming text]

"Echo, I'm headed to sprinters reception. Also, you're on holiday!"

Oh, I had no idea what Jill meant with that exclamation point, but I did realize that a community center full of sprinters, tee he, increased my odds of trading something for someone's practice sprinter's uniform for my sleeping jammies because I knew Jill would never give me hers. And by the way, that's not weird! Strange, maybe, but not weird, especially when what was weird was how ...

... that Todd guy was just outside of my cabin when I flung open the door to waddle walk to the community center.

And by another way, since it was a sprinter's weekend at the resort, it was totally legit of me to change out of my highway driving Denim shorts and into two pairs of Lycra activewear shorts. Totally legit.

[Seemingly spraying water as if to start creating a moat, but not all that organized]

"Oh, that's the booty shape that I like then, Echo, so, you're coming around then, right?"

"Todd, all the coming around I'm doing is for your phone number so I can keep rejecting your advances via text, so?" "Mm, mm, mm, you're kissing my dick tonight after 11pm, Echo, so?"

"Todd, the best you'll get from me later about 10pm is a quick snuggle up and maybe a cheek kiss good night for making sure my cabin is secured for the night, so?"

Guys, right? They don't listen and rarely look at the clock on their phone, but that's for later.

"Welcome to the pre-event reception in the community center, competition number, hmm?"

"Oh, I'm not an amateur sprinter, I'm just the..."

"Oh, you're just the spare woman then? Men these days! Because like the spare tire in the trunk, men always think it's a good idea to have a spare woman handy and now they just bring a spare woman to the resort with them, hmm?"

Well, I mean, even I chuckled over that outburst by Mrs. Lonely, so.

"Oh, ma'am, I promise you that I'm not the spare woman or even a spare woman any other way, but ...