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After year and a half of hard work which turned into a rather uninspiring routine I knew I needed a break. From just about everything — my work, friends, daily routines. Even him. I felt that time pretty much just flies by without me doing much of anything. I know, being busy and feeling you are not doing much should be a warning sign. I wanted a break.Two weeks later with boarding passes in my wallet I said goodbye and headed off to the airport. Of course he was surprised a bit but let’s face it — sometimes people do actually need a time off for themselves and he understood it.Eleven hours after Uber picked me up I landed in Casablanca, Morocco. I slept rather well during the flight but still felt tired going through the customs and picking up luggage. I crashed out as soon as I checked in.Waking up the next day I felt different compared to any other morning from the past year. For the first time I had no plans, nowhere to go, nothing to do. And I loved that feeling! This is what a vacation really feels like! I did my walk around the beach, sneaked out of the hotel to walk a few blocks around and had a coffee at a corner shop. I have to admit, the first few days seemed a bit awkward and I had to get used to not anything truly meaningful but I knew that the next two weeks were going to be awesome. I texted letting him know I was safe and sound.The next few days went on as planned — sunbathing, taking swims in the hotel pool and every now and then going out to shop a few things and just look around. And although I met a few people at the resort I really loved being alone. As I bought an all inclusive package I really didn’t have to worry about anything — breakfast, lunch, dinner, drinks. It was all included and my job was to enjoy it. And that I did.Every evening I went to catch the dinner at about seven to enjoy the amazing Moroccan cuisine. Every now and then a guy would come by asking if he can join me but I blocked them out – I enjoyed being alone. Thinking my thoughts and watching people. The staff at the hotel was very friendly and I became to know a few of them. One was called Karim, a waiter at the restaurant. A really nice and polite guy looking after me at each dinner. He made sure I tasted all different foods and that my glass was full. He did pay quite a bit attention to me but not too much as he had other people to serve as well. He seemed to be a good friend with another waiter, Omar. Equally good looking local man in his thirties. They would take bahis şirketleri turns coming to my table asking if I needed anything. As they were not too pushy I felt flattered for the attention. And I couldn’t really blame them — a 6 feet tall woman with rather long hair wasn’t a sight they see every day. The locals measure at 5 feet 4 or so and women are even shorter. Let’s just say I made a few heads turn.What I also noticed is that I started to arrive later each day. And stay longer. I would take my time eating and watch them move around the restaurant. As most of the people finished their dinners and left I got more of their attention. Sometimes they even had time to sit down with me for a few words before rushing off for their duties. I learned, that grew up around here and have been working here for a few years. Their english was rather good to my surprise so we felt conformable talking to each other. As I was preparing to go to another dinner I took a quick glance in the mirror. I realised I’ve started dressing up. For the most part of the vacation so far I was dressed like any other vacationer wearing flip-flops, summer dresses, t-shirts and such. Now I saw myself wearing stilettos, a short dress and some make-up. Just yesterday I remember wearing tight jeans perfectly stress my long legs. Karim and Omar noticed it as well as they spent more and more time with me late into the evening. I realised I was always looking forward to the dinner and it had become the best part of the day.I arrived at the restaurant half past nine and it had only a few tables of people enjoying their dinner. Karim quickly came to greet me and seated me to my table. In no time Omar brought me water and took my order for appetisers. As they were serving other people I noticed them peeking at me every now and then. I was swinging my leg just enough for them to notice.Half an hour later most of the people had moved to the bar and club area with only a few people remaining to enjoy their late dinners. Omar and Karim had more time in their hands as they joined my table with a cocktail in their hand. Margarita – my favourite. I noticed their eyes wandering my body. When I talked they raised their eyes to meet mine but soon afterwards they were all over me again.“Excuse me, gentlemen, I need to use the restroom,” I said as I stood up. They quickly did the same. I could feel their eyes on me as I walked away from the table, secretly smiling to myself. When I returned they were bahis firmaları measuring up my legs. I took my time reaching the table so they’d had enough time to admire my assets. We chatted the night away while being more flirtatious than ever. They, however, were walking on a tightrope as both of them were on duty. As we called the evening and I returned to my room.For the next evening I decided to take this game of mine a notch higher. I put on a short black clubbing dress with a cleavage leaving little to imagination. No bra as my breasts hold very firm. The heels made me look even taller than before. I applied some perfume just before joining the dinner, late… again. I could see them eating me up with their eyes. They were so distracted by me sitting in the far corner of the restaurant that at times it looked even funny when they stumbled pouring drinks or cleaning up tables. I loved it! Every time one of them came to my table I could see him wanting to stay longer. My eye game was certainly one of the reason to blame. They could not resist to watch my legs when they were away and enjoy my revealing cleavage while at my table. And with every cocktail I finished I got a new one… quickly.As the clock approach midnight, the closing time, both of them finally managed to sit down with me. The poor guys were so distracted sitting opposite to me. I put on my A-game of being a strong, confident and sexy lady. Needless to say, this time they weren’t too good for long conversations. They watched my lips tasting the sweet drinks, my fingers playing with the umbrella. I know, cliche, right. But it works when a confident woman does it.“Shouldn’t you be closing this thing down?” I asked after a while. Both of them snapped out of their moments realising they need to finish their days. What I said next left them speechless — “I think you know where I stay… the room number…. See both of you later?” I didn’t wait for their reply. I stood up, pulled my dress down a bit and walked away. Just to be sure they knew what I meant I looked back over my shoulder to see them following me with their eyes. I smiled as I left the restaurant.As I walked up the stairs to my room I got a rush. What the hell girl?! What did you just do? A hint of panic hit me and for a split second I thought of escaping. That feeling was quickly brushed aside by the excitement taking over my mind and body. I opened the balcony door and stepped into the hot night with my body clearly shivering of the kaçak bahis siteleri anticipation. I was picturing them trying to figure out weather they should accept my invitation or not. Or what to make of it anyway. Ten minutes later I got my answer when I heard the knock, my heart plummeted. Curiosity got a hold of them. I opened it just to see them even more lost than I was. Seeing that quickly got me back the confidence I had built up during the vacation.“Come on in guys. You’ve been treating me so well here during the past week so I thought it’s my time to make you feel special,” I said realising this could mean a lot of things.I fixed them a drink and handed it over. Karim and Omar were clearly still a bit confused as they had their first sips. “Guys, relax, you’re off duty now,” I laughed. They sat down on the edge of the couch watching me making myself a drink as well. Still wearing the same club dress, still those stilettos which made me a good 5 inches taller than them. Their eyes were fixed on me and I felt it. My breasts were enjoying the attention they got. My legs felt their silky smooth eyes on them and when I had my back at them my ass got its share of todays spotlight. I swear I’ve never felt this sexy in my life!I turned on the TV and switched to a music channel just to break the silence and help them loosen up. “Another drink, sir?” I asked jokingly as I turned to Omar noticing his glass empty. “Listen guys I have this idea…” I said to them breaking this somewhat awkward situation. “Could you come over here?” I asked while leaning to the little table I had drinks set up on. They stood up and stepped closer to me. I decided to meet them half way. We stood there very close for a good few seconds before I started to squat. They froze.I opened Omar’s belt, undid his button and zipper before reaching down for his stiffening cock. Pulling it out I tasted the tip of it with very light kiss. Moments later the head of his manhood passed my lips and I started to suck him slowly with one hand still holding him, the other resting on my knee. I’m not sure how it could have surprised them, but in a way even I was surprised. Surprised but determined. I could feel him growing and my lips wanting more of him. As his breathing started to become heavier I let him leave the wetness of my mouth for a second. “You too Karim, no need to be shy,” I told him without letting my eyes off Omar’s cock and continued to suck him. When Karim’s shaft sprung out I grabbed it with my resting hand.There I was — sucking off a Moroccan man while jerking another one. I’ve never been like this but I felt strangely confident and proud of myself. Omar’s dick was sliding on my tongue as Karim was growing in my hand.
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