mofurowa

I stepped up to the bar located at the entrance of the resort; I was visiting the Barclay's partially for business and partially for holiday, but most of all I was very thirsty for a drink whilst I waited for the restaurant to open for dinner. "I don't need a drink Thank-you." Said the blue eyed brunette next to me. I started to chuckle, I was of Dutch-Caribbean background on an English island, with caramel coloured skin I didn't much resemble the much darker staff. She turned to me and blushed. "You don't work here?" "I'm friend's with the resort owner's son." I said grinning. My ordered my drink, and things went quiet between us. When she took a sip from her glass I used it as an excuse to look her up and down, hopefully without her noticing. She wore a tight dark shirt and grey caprice, not the sort of clothing you'd wear in the tropics, but it was evening. She was petite, and her pale white skin told me that she hadn't been at the resort very long. Although I glanced at her briefly