Lost in the Holiday Heat

As the holiday began, I encountered an exhilarating affair.

One day, on a double-decker tour bus, I found myself locked in a passionate moment with a beautiful woman on the upper deck, all while my official girlfriend was napping on the lower level.

The woman gently placed her soft hand on my upper body, murmuring sweetly, “See you tonight, love…”

And just like that, I was completely captivated.

My name was Michael Xander, and I worked as the HR manager for a multinational corporation.

With the holidays approaching, I decided to take my girlfriend on a trip to unwind.

We had been dating for nearly three months, but she often complained that I was too busy and rarely spent time with her. Occasionally, she would even hint at breaking up over that.

So, I spontaneously booked us on a tour for quality time together.

During the journey, Sophie could not stop smiling and, in a rare gesture, hugged me tightly, planting a few sweet kisses on my cheek.

When we landed, a double-decker luxury bus was waiting to pick us up.

The first floor had beds for sleeping, while the second floor was open-roofed for sightseeing along the way.

Excited beyond words, Sophie fell asleep soon after boarding. Feeling bored, I took my phone and went upstairs to take some scenic shots, only to be greeted by an unexpectedly captivating sight.

A stranger—a beautiful woman in a light lavender bodycon dress—sat on the seat ahead, her slender legs encased in sheer black stockings. Her tiny waist was mesmerizing, and her delicate arms gleamed in the sunlight.

She was kneeling on the seat, leaning forward with her phone, snapping selfies. In that position, I nearly caught a glimpse of what lay under her dress.

The sun hung high, and not a single person could be seen on the top deck. I quickly snapped back to reality and cleared my throat to alert her, hoping she would realize someone was there.

Startled, the woman turned around, her beauty as breathtaking as I had imagined. She had striking features, a charmingly upturned nose, and cherry-red lips. Her tight, slightly transparent white blouse accentuated her curves.

Though I was not a teenager anymore, her presence sent a flicker of excitement through me.

"Hey!" she said, greeting me cheerfully.

I nodded, "Hey! Here to take photos, too?"

With a bright smile, she walked over and said, "Yes! Since you're here, can you take some pictures of me? I'm Tessa Shea." She handed me her phone before I even had a chance to respond.

I could not help but chuckle at her friendliness. Through the lens, Tessa struck all sorts of poses, giving me a great view of her hourglass figure. When the session ended, she eagerly skipped over. "Let's see how you did!"

She leaned in close, not holding back from getting cozy, and her delicate perfume filled the air, making me feel a bit tense.

Then, out of nowhere, the driver slammed the brakes.