The Cabana Boy And The MILF

By Sandra Claire

Following advice from his buddy, Eli gets a job at a Mexican beach resort so he can spend his summer enjoying the eye candy. But for Eli, simple eye candy isn’t enough.

While there’s plenty of sorority girls partying on the beach that would probably love a lay from a fit frat boy like himself, Eli has his horny attentions on the MILFs vacationing without their husbands. When he sees the woman of his wet dreams, he shoots his shot and goes all in — but his slimy boss seems to always be right there, getting in his way.

Will he make this MILF scream out his name? Or will he get fired for fooling around on the job?

The Cabana Boy and the MILF is a 5,300 word short story.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Indie Erotica Collective
• Release date: Jan 8, 2021
• ISBN: 9781005250843

Sandra Claire

Sandra Claire is a self-professed bisexual MILF who loves writing the stories that get her heart throbbing, whether they be MF, MM, or any other wild combination thereof.

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The Cabana Boy And The MILF

Sandra Claire

Copyright © 2021 by Sandra Claire

All characters are age 18 and over.

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

Find more books from Sandra Claire at http://www.indieerotica.com/sandra-claire/.

The Cabana Boy And The MILF

When my buddy Brett told me about this sweet summer gig and all the chicks I’d get to watch—and hopefully bang—he definitely wasn’t kidding. We’d picked up some work at a resort in Playa del Carmen, but where he got stuck with a job as a busboy in one of the resort restaurants, I got the sweetest gig of them all. Cabana boy.

My job was to hang out on the beach, give towels to people, and ensure the area was neat and tidy. The cabana is my workstation, with buckets of towels and various other amenities that our guests might ask for close at hand, like suntan lotion and bottle of water. When it was slow—and it often was, since most folks already had what they needed and didn’t need to visit me—I got to just lay in the sun. And with my dark shades I got to do my favorite activity: watching chicks.

From sorority girls with barely-there bikinis and older ladies with quite a bit more coverage, this beach had it all. I was thankful, as always, that the swim shorts provided by the hotel