Tom, with his flowing blonde hair and laid-back demeanour, grabbed a couple of extra seats and arranged them in the circle allowing us to join them. Charlize introduced me to the Australian backpackers. The men continued to eye me, Tom adjusting himself down below, a reaction to me that had a wicked smile pulling at my lips. Tom and Jack appeared with a bucket of beers, placing them in the middle so everyone could help themselves. As we sat together, enjoying various drinks and the otherworldly flavours of satay, grilled fish, and spicy sambal, the conversation flowed effortlessly. “You have such a pretty pussy,” he cooed, his thumb exploring my reddened lips, before reaching my clit. Charlize led me to the pool area where the staff expertly grilled a colourful array of Indonesian skewers, light smoke rising from the grill and carrying the delicious aromas to our noses. People have often described me as having the innocent girl next door look, despite my innocence being extremely questionable at times.
