Ethan and Chanel 29 - Sex Stories

Ethan and Chanel 29

Watching Chanel surf was one of the hottest things I've ever seen her do. One of the many, but it's definitely up there on the list. We make it back to the main island just after the sun goes down, and Chanel and I go back to the hotel to shower off the surf. When she's ready for dinner, she comes out more stunning than I had in mind. Her little black dress is strapless, hugging her curves until it stops a few inches past her perfect ass, long hair swirling down her shoulders. I only need to glance around for half a moment to know one out of every five people in this place are watching her. Chanel is like a magnet, the way she carries herself and her exceptional beauty. She's not your typical hot, stuck up bitch. Knowing who she is and having her on my arm makes me feel...powerful. Sitting across the table from each other, we eat, drink, and talk until just after nine. "Excuse me? Miss?" Chanel and I turn around and see an older, neat looking blonde woman walking after us outside. "Hello, I'm so sorry to bother you. My name is Camille Fortier, I'm a partner of European based photographers looking for new projects." The woman introduces herself with the slightest of french accents, and we both shake her hand, though we have no idea what she wants. "Hello," Chanel responds with a smile. "I hate to be a burden, but I saw you inside, and I could not help but notice what exquisite bone structure you have," Camille says to Chanel who pauses, confused. "I'm sorry?" Chanel asks. ...

... "Have you modeled before?" Camille asks her, her neat white teeth in a smile behind her lipstick. I glance down at Chanel, and we both smile. "Um, actually no." "You must consider it, you're absolutely beautiful. Isn't she beautiful?" Camille turns and asks me for confirmation, which I agree to. She's definitely not wrong. "Well thank you," Chanel says with some color behind her cheeks. "If you don't mind my asking, are you American?" "Yes, we're from the US," Chanel nods and motions to both of us, leaning into my side. With my hand on her waist, I hold her close against me. "That's wonderful. I'm sorry if I'm being intrusive, but I just had to introduce myself," Camille says as she reaches into a small purse. "He's my card if you're ever interested in cultivating your talents. There's no shortage of artists looking for exactly what you have." Chanel examines the business card and thanks Camille again. "Of course, I hope you have a good night," Camille says, and we both smile at her and say goodbye. "I think it's safe to say you're attractive," I tease Chanel as we walk away, my arm still around her. She scoffs and shakes her head. "What is with these people?" she mumbles, looking at the card again. "You're a hard person not to like," I say, squeezing her hip. "None of these people know me. They just like the way I look," Chanel says looking straight ahead, and I stop walking, forcing her to stop with me. "I know you pretty well, and I still think you're beautiful," I say, ...