Thread: A Perfect Honeymoon on Mandingo Island {darkest_fate&XNarrated}

It would've fit, insisted Ashleigh, again thinking back on all the outfits she'd lost, the shampoos for her lustrous hair, even her charger! She really was fighting down the urge to just start whining like she was fourteen years old all over again. She'd thought she'd grown out of that phase, but there was just something about having the most important vacation of her young life all but ruined that really put a damper on the mood. At least they did promise her something . And the girl didn't quite mind the yellow monstrosity. I think it's kinda cute, she insisted, nodding at the thing. It reminded her of the cute JEEP she'd nearly bought for herself. It was easy to see that it would be a little cramped though. I'd really rather ride with my hubby, she told them, pointing toward Brent. But there had been insistence no room. Brent had to go into the back because of his size, and there was his luggage to consider at the least. That left no room, apparently. That didn't stop Ashleigh from trying , clambering on, stepping on Brent's hand at one point and accidentally making the dog yelp. Ironically it had been that latter bit that made Ashleigh totally agree with heading into the cab with the complete black strangers. She did spend a few moments trying to soothe the dog, cooing at it and trying to pet it. Then back into the car, tuck inside... on someone's lap. 'Don't get handsy now, she said teasingly, tapping the boy in question. He did look, well, kinda like you'd expect an island boy at a resort to look, she guessed. The hands on her didn't feel too bad Ashleigh was feeling a little down and some touching was never a bad thing to improve the mood. The bumpy road didn't let any of that stay, and soon she had to grip onto the seats just to stay balanced. Worse, she could feel herself almost sawing back against the poor guy, and if he was anything like teenagers back home, Ashleigh could pretty easily guess what his reaction would be. Still, no matter what she did, she kept wiggling and bouncing on him, her rounded rear rubbing against him, pushing along his crotch and leg. Ashleigh did offer an apology or two, and part of her wanted to suggest that someone get out and walk one of the boys, probably, though she instantly felt guilty for the harsh thought. The gibbering made her want to roll her eyes, but she settled for twisting back, calling to Brent to see how he was doing. That meant that even if they'd been speaking plain, American English Ashleigh wouldn't have heard. Soon she found out about the distance, which was relieving. Less so was the slight touching upon her body. He's a teenager I've been all but grinding against him on this stupid JEEP, and he's not hurting anything . Fluttered through Ashleigh's mind, mostly fighting the tensing she felt in her gut. This sucked Brent should be the one trying to cop a feel, even if it was through her ratty yoga pants. She mumbled and shifted, essentially pushing down against the kid with her firmly rounded butt. How much longer is it again? she asked, speaking loud enough to address anyone. She shifted to look outside, green eyes taking in scenery with the firm hope that the response would be one word soon .