The sun was a blazing orb in the Florida sky as I pulled into the parking lot of the Sea Club Resort. The sprawling resort was a vision of whitewashed buildings and lush greenery, a sanctuary of tranquillity amidst the hum of Daytona Beach. I had been to the Sea Club numerous times since my teens, but today, it was different. Today, I was here for something special — the Diamond Wedding celebration of the Grant family, who had come all the way over from the UK for this landmark celebration.

I heaved my gear out of the trunk, feeling the familiar ache in my muscles. A photographer's life isn't all glamour and art galleries, that's for sure. I hoisted my camera bag over my shoulder and made my way towards the resort's large outdoor swimming pool. The celebration was going to be an outdoor event, with the tables all set up on the terrace surrounding the pool.

I spotted the event planner, a no-nonsense woman in her forties, barking orders into her headset. She waved me over when she saw me.

"Brittney, right? You're the photographer."

"That's me," I said, extending my hand.

"Great. We need you to get started. The guests are arriving soon. My name's Angie by the way."

I nodded and made my way to a quiet corner to set up my equipment. The pool area was a sea of white tablecloths, sparkling champagne flutes, and colourful flower arrangements.

I found a spot near the edge of the pool, where the sunlight was just right, and began to unpack my lenses and filters, double-checking that I had everything I needed and that all the batteries were fully charged.

When I'd finished, I could see that the guests were beginning to arrive. Angie was on the other side of the terrace, deep in conversation with an elderly couple. She looked across at me and beckoned me over.

 I made my way towards them, camera in hand, ready to start capturing the day. As I had guessed, they were the anniversary couple, Richard and Wendy Grant, who must've been in their mid-eighties. Angie introduced me to them and explained that they'd had a timeshare apartment here for about twenty years. We shook hands and made polite chit-chat for a few minutes until Angie introduced me to the rest of their family. The oldest, Jane and her husband Ted, Thomas and his wife Mary, William and his wife Julia, and then the youngest brother, John, with his new wife Annie.

They were a handsome bunch, all dressed in their finery, with John and William sharing a striking resemblance to their father. But it was Annie who caught my eye.

She was breathtaking, with her shoulder-length, wavy brunette hair, high cheekbones, and full lips that seemed to smile even when she wasn't. She had a certain elegance about her, a quiet confidence that made her stand out even amongst her well-dressed family. I couldn't help but notice the way her eyes scanned the crowd, taking it all in, and I couldn't help but feel a spark of something I hadn't felt in a long time.

I quickly raised my camera, snapping a few shots of the family.

"So, Brittney, are you local?" Julia, William's wife, asked, breaking me out of my reverie.

"Yeah, I've lived in Daytona Beach for about ten years now, moved here from Minnesota," I replied, keeping my camera up as I spoke.

"And you're a freelance photographer? That's fascinating," Mary, Thomas's wife, chimed in.

"It has its perks," I said with a smile, snapping a few more shots of them. "What about you all? You're from England, right?" I asked, making small talk while I continued to shoot.

"Born and bred - well, all apart from Annie of course, who's originally from Scotland," Jane replied with a smile, her accent thick and warm. "We've been coming here on and off for the last fifteen years or so since mum and dad purchased their timeshare."

"Sea Club is a bit of a legend in our family," Thomas added, a nostalgic smile on his face.

"Well, it's a beautiful place to have for this celebration," I said, looking around.

As I spoke, I noticed Annie's gaze shift to me. She held my stare for a moment before flashing a smile that sent a jolt through me. I quickly looked away, pretending to focus on adjusting my camera settings.

"So, how did you get this assignment, Brittney?" John asked, stepping closer to me. His voice was deep and friendly, much like his brothers'.

"Oh, I've done some work for the resort before," I said, keeping my response casual. "Mostly landscape and property shoots. But when Angie told me about your parents' anniversary, I knew I wanted to be a part of it."

John nodded, smiling. "Well, we're glad you're here. I think it'll be a day to remember," he said, clapping me on the back before moving away to greet more guests.

I took the opportunity to focus my lens on Annie again, capturing her laughter as she spoke with Julia. She really was something else, her eyes sparkling with life, her smile genuine and infectious. I felt a warmth spread through me as I watched her, a sensation that was both familiar and foreign.

I continued mingling with the guests for the rest of the afternoon, looking to capture as many natural, unposed shots as possible. There must have been at least eighty guests there all enjoying themselves, laughing, and chatting. I caught glimpses of Annie throughout the event, but we hadn’t had a chance to talk directly since our initial introduction.

But by about 4 pm, the tempo of the afternoon began to wind down. The more elderly guests, having eaten, drunk, and chatted for nearly four hours, needed a rest. Angie came over to me and suggested that I could start to pack away my equipment and enjoy myself around the pool.

I agreed and started to gather everything together. I suddenly felt a tap on my shoulder. I turned around to see Annie standing there, her eyes sparkling and a small smile playing on her lips.

"Hi, Brittney. I just wanted to say thanks for the photos," she said, her voice soft yet confident. "You really captured the moment. I've never seen a photographer work quite like you."

"Ah, thank you," I replied, feeling a blush creep up my cheeks. "It's always nice to hear.

I try to blend in with the crowd, capture the genuine moments," I replied, feeling a warmth spread through me at her compliment. I placed my camera on the table behind me and turned to face her fully.

Annie nodded, her eyes taking in my gear before meeting mine again. "I've always admired photographers who can do that. It's an art form, really."

"Well, thank you," I said, smiling. "It's been a pleasure so far. Your family has been so welcoming."

Annie laughed, the sound like music to my ears.

"Yes, they're great, aren't they? They made me feel so welcome when I married John. It's like I've been part of the family for years."

There was a pause, and Annie's gaze met mine, a flicker of something more passing between us. I knew I certainly found her attractive. I had had a brief relationship in the past with another woman, but surely a recently married woman like this couldn't be feeling the same way. Eventually, I managed to pull myself out of my daydream.

"Well, I'm glad they're treating you right," I replied, my voice slightly husky. I cleared my throat, trying to regain my composure. "So, how's married life treating you? You seem to be fitting in just fine."

Annie's smile widened, and she laughed softly. "It's been an adventure, that's for sure. I mean, marrying into a family with three older siblings can be a bit intimidating, but they've all been so sweet," she said, her eyes sparkling with amusement. "And John, well, he's been nothing short of amazing."

I chuckled, "I bet. He seems like quite the charmer."

Annie rolled her eyes playfully, "Oh, he is. But he's also genuine, which is what I love about him. And the rest of the family, too. They're all so real, so full of life."

"That's a wonderful thing to say," I replied, genuinely touched by her words. "Family is everything, isn't it?"

Annie nodded, her expression softening. "Absolutely. And it's even better when you find a partner who understands and appreciates that."

I felt a pang of envy, not because I was unhappy with my single status, but because I'd never experienced that kind of connection. I quickly pushed the thought aside, not wanting to dampen the moment.

"So, what about you, Brittney?" Ria asked, her eyes curious. "Any exciting stories to share? Or are you the mysterious type who keeps everything under wraps?"

I laughed, shrugging off the question.

"Oh, I'm not that exciting. I mean, I've done my fair share of traveling for work, but most of my stories involve long hours behind the camera, trying to get the perfect shot."

Annie tilted her head, a small smile playing on her lips. "That sounds exciting in its own way. I've always admired people who can turn their passion into a career. It's not easy, but it must be so rewarding."

"It is," I agreed. "There's nothing quite like capturing a moment that tells a story, that makes people feel something."

We continued chatting like this for the next half an hour or so, the conversation flowing so naturally between us. Eventually, I felt the call of nature and excused myself to use the restroom.

Annie nodded and said, "I need a pee as well, do you mind if I join you? I'm sure it'll be easier to find the ladies with someone who actually knows where they are. Especially as I've had a little bit more to drink than I'm used to."

"Of course, no problem," I replied, smiling. I led her through the resort to one of the more out-of-the-way ladies' rooms, which was tucked away in a quiet corner, away from the main foot traffic. I thought this was the perfect opportunity to see if she was thinking the same way as me.

Once inside, Annie turned to me and laughed, "You know, I've never just strolled into the ladies' room with someone I've just met before. It feels naughty, like we're breaking some unwritten rule."

I chuckled, "Well, I've done it plenty of times. But I guess there's a first time for everything, huh?" I moved towards the sinks and ran the cold water, splashing some on my face to cool down. The air-conditioning in the restroom was a welcome relief from the Florida sun.

Annie approached the sink next to me, leaning over to look at our reflections in the mirror, and said, "You're right, there's always a first time for everything."

She met my gaze in the mirror, and I could see the heat in her eyes. My heart began to race as I realised we were both actually flirting, and I couldn't help but feel a sudden urge to kiss her. She was so fucking beautiful, her eyes smouldering with desire as she looked at me. I walked over to the door, looking for her approval, as I locked it from the inside. She nodded, her breath hitching slightly. The anticipation between us was palpable, the air thick with desire. I turned back to her, our eyes locked, and I could see the hunger reflected in her gaze.

"Brittney," she whispered, her voice barely above a whisper. "I'm not sure what's happening here. I've never done this before, but I want it."

I stepped closer, closing the gap between us. I could feel her breath on my face, warm and inviting. I reached up and cupped her cheek, my thumb brushing against her soft skin. She leaned into my touch, her eyes fluttering closed for a moment.

I gripped Annie firmly but gently by the wrist and raised her hand towards my face. I opened it up, and while looking her in the eyes, I swirled my tongue on her palm... up her middle finger... and then sucked it into my mouth its full length. I drew it out, teasing it with my tongue and teeth.  I said to her, "Mmmm... tastes like ... I don't know, but it's not quite right." So I lowered her hand to the hem of my mini skirt and then up underneath where I pressed it deep into my wetness.  "There, now it tastes like me, like it should," I whispered seductively in her ear.

Her eyes widened as she felt the warmth and wetness from my pussy. She let out a soft, "Fuck," her fingers moving tentatively at first, then with more confidence, exploring my most intimate place. I moaned, my head falling back slightly, my eyes fluttering closed.

"Is this what you want, Brittney? You want me to make you come?" she asked, her voice laced with desire. She pumped her fingers in and out of me, her thumb finding my clit and rubbing it in slow, deliberate circles.

"Yes, fuck yes. I’ve fucking wanted this since the very first moment I set eyes on you,” I gasped, my voice barely a whisper, but laced with raw need, as my hips moved in time with her hand.

Annie's fingers sped up, her thumb working my clit in quick, firm circles. "Me too, Brittney. Me too." Her voice was breathless, her eyes locked on mine. "I want to taste you. I want to taste every fucking inch of you."

I groaned, my hips moving faster, meeting her hand thrust for thrust. "Fuck, yes. Don't stop, this is going to be a quickie. I'm about to cum." I warned her, my breath coming in short gasps as I felt my orgasm building.

Annie looked into my eyes, her own filled with lust and determination. "Cum for me, Brittney. Let me see you lose control." She increased the pressure on my clit, her fingers pumping in and out of me with increased speed.

I was on the edge, my body tensing as the pleasure built. "Fuck, I'm close. So close." I panted, my eyes rolling back in my head.

Annie leaned in, her lips finding mine in a desperate, needy kiss. I moaned into her mouth, my tongue tangling with hers as I felt the first wave of my orgasm hit me. Her fingers moved faster, her thumb circling my clit with a relentless pressure that sent shockwaves of pleasure through my body.

My hips bucked against her hand, my breath coming in ragged gasps.

"Fuck, Annie. You're going to make me come again," I whispered, my voice barely recognisable as a groan.

My back arched, my body tensing as the orgasm ripped through me. I cried out, my fingers digging into her shoulders, anchoring me to her.

I rode out the waves of my orgasm, my body shaking and quivering as she continued to pump her fingers in and out of me, drawing out every last shuddering gasp. Finally, my body began to relax, my breathing returning to normal. I let out a long, satisfied sigh, my eyes fluttering open to find Annie watching me, a satisfied smile on her face.

"Holy fuck, that was intense," I whispered, my voice hoarse from the exertion.

Annie pulled her fingers out of me, not breaking eye contact as she brought them to her mouth, sucking my taste off them.

"Mmm," she hummed, her eyes glazed over with desire. "My turn now, I think," she said as she slowly and seductively started to remove her dress. She was wearing a white lace balconette bra that pushed her tits up, and I could see her hard nipples through the thin fabric. She was fucking beautiful.

I stepped out of my skirt and panties, but left my bra on as well. She looked at me, her eyes catching the sunlight streaming in through the window.

"God, you're fucking stunning," she said, her voice thick with lust.

"You too," I replied, my voice husky, as I reached behind me and unclasped my bra. It fell to the floor, and I stood there completely naked, letting her look at me.

I could hear her breath hitch as her gaze roamed my body, and I felt a thrill run through me.

"Do you want to keep your bra on or shall I take it off before I finger-fuck you?" I asked, my voice low and sultry, my eyes never leaving hers.

Annie swallowed hard, her breath coming in short gasps. "Take it off," she whispered, her voice barely above a whisper.

I reached behind her and unclasped her bra, letting it fall to the floor. Her breasts were perfect, her nipples hard and erect, begging for attention. I couldn't wait to get my hands on them.

"Fuck, you're so sexy," I said, my voice thick with desire.

I reached out and cupped her breasts, my thumbs brushing against her hard nipples. She let out a soft moan, her head falling back slightly as she arched into my touch.

"You like that, don't you?" I whispered, leaning in to take one of her nipples into my mouth. I flicked my tongue against it, teasing it before sucking it firmly into my mouth. She moaned again, her fingers tangling in my hair, pressing me closer. I switched to her other nipple, giving it the same treatment, making her squirm and gasp.

I could feel her heart racing, her breath coming in ragged gasps. I trailed kisses down her stomach, her skin hot and flushed. I looked up at her, my eyes meeting hers, as I sank to my knees in front of her. I could smell her arousal, sweet and heady, and I couldn't wait to taste her.

"You're so fucking wet," I growled, my voice low and husky. I looked up at her, my eyes meeting hers, as I spread her legs wide, opening her up to me. I leaned in, my tongue flicking out to taste her.

She was fucking delicious, her juices salty and sweet, the perfect mix of desire and woman. I could feel her trembling under my touch, her breath coming in short gasps as I explored her most intimate place.

I started slowly, my tongue circling her clit, teasing it before sucking it into my mouth. She moaned, her fingers tangling in my hair, pressing me closer. I lapped at her, my tongue fucking her pussy, my lips and chin wet with her desire. Her hips began to move, her body rocking against my mouth as I ate her out.

I could feel her muscles tensing, her orgasm building. I slid two fingers inside her, curling them upwards to hit her G-spot. She cried out, her body shaking as I fucked her with my fingers and tongue.

"Fuck, Brittney. Right there. Don't stop. Don't you fucking stop," she panted, her voice hoarse with desire. 

I sucked her clit back into my mouth, my fingers moving faster, her juices coating them as they slid in and out of her. Her body was trembling, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She was close, so fucking close.

I could feel her body tense, her muscles clenching around my fingers as I mercilessly fucked her with my tongue and hand. I was relentless, driven by her taste, her scent, her moans. I wanted to make her come, to watch her fall apart under my touch.

"Fuck, yes. Don't stop, please don't stop," she begged.

I could tell she was right on the verge, her body trembling, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. I swirled my tongue around her clit, sucked it hard into my mouth, and fucked her with my fingers as deeply and as fast as I could.

"Oh...oh...oh...fuck..." she cried out, her body convulsing as her orgasm slammed into her. She let out a loud, guttural moan, her fingers gripping my hair so tightly it almost hurt. Her juices flooded my mouth, her taste so intoxicating I couldn't get enough. I wanted to drown in her, to be consumed by her. I held her hips in place, my fingers digging into her soft flesh as I continued to devour her.

"Holy fuck!" Annie cried out, her body convulsing as another wave of pleasure crashed over her. "Brittney, what the fuck are you doing to me?"

I looked up at her, a wicked smile playing on my lips. "I'm eating your pussy, you filthy bitch. And you're fucking loving it."

Annie let out a ragged laugh, her chest heaving as she tried to catch her breath. "I am. God... that feels... so... fucking… good."

I smiled, my lips glistening with her juices. "You taste fucking incredible, you know that?"

Her body was still trembling, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She looked down at me, her eyes glazed over with desire and satisfaction.

"That was... that was incredible," she managed to say, her voice hoarse.

I stood up, my body flush against hers. I could feel her heart racing, her skin hot and damp with sweat.

"Look, we'd better clean ourselves up and get back out there. Or else people are going to wonder where we've got to," I said.

I stepped over to the sink and turned on the cold water, cupping my hands to splash some on my face. I offered her the same, and she leaned in to rinse off the remnants of our passionate encounter.

"You're right," she said, her voice still breathless. She took the paper towels I handed her and patted her face dry. I did the same, avoiding her gaze for a moment as I tried to regain some semblance of composure.

When I looked up, she was watching me, a hungry look in her eyes. "Brittney, we... we can't... we can't just leave this here. I'm here for another ten days. Surely we can arrange another meet before I go? Somewhere more private, where we can take our time.”

Her words sent a jolt of excitement through me. "Yeah, of course," I replied, my voice low and husky. "I'm free all this coming week, apart from Tuesday, at the moment. So, any time to suit you." I said.

Annie smiled, her eyes never leaving mine. "Well, I'm free most afternoons. How about tomorrow? I could meet you at your place around 3 pm?"

"Sounds perfect. Give me your phone number, and I'll text you my address. But now, we'd better get back out there. You go first, and I'll follow you in a few minutes. Just to be on the safe side. Okay?" I suggested.

Annie nodded and headed for the door. She peeked out first to make sure the coast was clear, turned back to me said, "See you tomorrow," and then slipped out.

I waited a few minutes before following her, making sure there was no evidence left of our lovemaking before I exited. As I stepped out, I could feel the thrill of what had just happened coursing through my veins.

I quickly made my way back to the pool area, scanning the crowd for Annie. I spotted her standing near the bar, talking to John and some other family members. She looked up and caught my eye, a small smile playing on her lips. I smiled back, a sense of anticipation already building inside me, already thinking of all the delicious ways I was going to fuck her.

When I got back home, my first priority was to make sure that my collection of sex toys was all present and correct. Tomorrow afternoon was definitely going to be an afternoon that Annie was going to remember.