I woke up early this morning feeling an itch that needed to be scratched. I'd had an erotic dream where Jung Hoseok was a stripper sent to give me a private lap dance. It was moments like this that I was thankful our suite had two bedrooms as I crept out of my bed and stalked towards my suitcase with one thing on my mind. I was desperate to use Bob to get me off as I relived the memory of Hobi grinding against me. Even though it was a dream, it felt so real.

I rummaged through my clothes and breathed a sigh of relief as my fingers brushed up against the familiar device. Apart from the high-powered vibrations that felt so good, I'd fallen in love with the silky and soft silicone. There was no way it felt anywhere near lifelike, but it was so much better than any other vibrator I'd ever used.

Along with Bob, I grabbed the small bottle of lube that I'd packed and brought them both back to my bed. I slipped off my sleep shorts and undies before nestling back in the middle of the soft king-sized bed.

My hand slipped across the silk camisole I was still wearing. My nipples pebbled, making my hand catch as it slid across the fabric. As my fingers began tweaking my nubs, my mind drifted back to the dream.

The beat of an unidentified song rang out through the dark space so loud that the bass and drum were vibrating through me like another heartbeat in my chest. I had no idea where I was or why I was there until he came into the light.

Hobi maundered up to me. His black leather chaps encased his thighs perfectly like a glove and every slow move he made looked sinfully delicious. The tassels running down the length of his long legs floated teasingly with each calculated step he took. He looked like a predator stalking his prey: me. With just that one look, I knew I was in the presence of the dark and smouldering Jung fucking Hoseok, not the bright and happy Hobi.

My mouth watered as my eyes raked up his body, starting with the cowboy boots donning his feet. Watching his thighs ripple as he stopped, feet spread wide apart, entranced me. I felt myself clench in desire as he dropped his body weight and bounced up slowly, thrusting his hips hard.

A certain part of his body drew my eyes to it. I nearly choked as I saw what he had on underneath the chaps: a white jockstrap that did nothing to conceal the size of his bulge. My tongue ran across my lips as I watched him perform a private dance for me. He looked like a gorgeous exotic dancer that was there to entertain me, especially as he began moving his hips in an explicit sensual way that was suggestive of how he might have liked to fuck me.

I grabbed my vibrator and started rubbing it through my folds. I was so aroused that it slipped and moved effortlessly. My breathing became heavier as my heart rate spiked.

I had to force my eyes to move otherwise they would stay forever admiring his crotch. They didn't want to leave that area, but I dragged them up his toned torso whilst trying to commit everything to memory as he inched his way towards me. I licked my lips as I honed in on his perfect nipples; the rosy-brown colour looked delicious against his honeyed skin and I wished I could have a taste. My breath caught in my throat when he finally reached the chair I was sitting on. Not taking his eyes from mine, he straddled one of my thick thighs, rubbing himself against me. I could feel his member heavy on my leg, the occasional twitch evident from under his thin underwear.

Hoseok placed a single finger under my chin, forcing my gaze to drift higher so I could see other parts of his incredible body. His perfect pecs with the muscles that rippled as his body moved against mine.

His strong jawline that could cut glass. His usual smile was missing, only because he was biting his lower lip as he watched me. I hoped he was as affected by me as I was by him. His eyes locked with mine; mischief and lust swirling behind the ebony colour. His short blonde hair that I wished I could run my fingers through and pull on as he thrust deep within me, touching areas no other man had found and ruining me for all men.

Imagining it was Hobi's dick instead of the vibrator, I fucked myself with the toy, the slow movements made me gasp as it stretched my unprepared hole. Matching the same slow controlled movements he was doing in the dream, I thrust the silicone phallus in and out, stretching myself. Usually, I preferred to use my clit pump to get me off; although, this time I had decided to bring a G-spot massager since my usual go-to toy had stopped working last week and I hadn't been able to replace it. It had been a while since I'd had anything buried deep inside me, so I knew I had to go slow. The slow and gentle strokes gave me a tiny taste of what could come.

Hoseok stood. He pressed his body against mine as he thrust his hips towards my face. He was an expert in rolling his torso and hips like a slow-moving wave. His smirk began forming as he watched my reactions to his movements. I had to sit on my hands to stop myself from reaching out and touching his skin that looked so soft. The sheen of sweat only enhanced how hot he was.

An animalistic growl rumbled from the man's chest as he dropped his head to my chest. I thought I would spontaneously combust when he rubbed his face against my breasts. I gasped in surprise as I felt his lips run across my pebbled nipples, which were visible to him since I was wearing a thin lace bra and an even thinner top. He pulled my hair back, bearing my neck to him as he licked a long stripe across my skin.

The feeling of the toy plunging inside me had my thighs shaking. His name that slipped out was so quiet that it was almost inaudible as I was mindful that my sister's room was just on the other side of the wall.

I'd never seen Jung Hoseok look sexier than he did right here. As sweat dripped down his torso, my tongue itched to taste it. My thighs clenched together trying to provide some relief to the feelings this man was creating in me.

I could smell his natural muskiness mingling with the spicy scent of his aftershave. This man enraptured all my senses, and I trembled with need. It took all my strength not to beg him to take me here.

Soft moans slipped from my lips as I turned the toy inside me on. The vibrations set my body on fire as I thrust it in and out of me, mimicking the thrusting he was doing in my dream.

Hoseok grabbed my hips and pulled me towards the front of the chair, so I was leaning back at an angle. I loved the feeling of his hands on my skin, sliding underneath the fabric of the skirt I was wearing. He gathered it up so my legs were on display for him. Gripping my inner thighs, he pushed to spread my legs to rest on either side of the chair. I didn't care that he'd be able to clearly see my undies that were absolutely drenched.

I gasped as his groin rubbed against my clothed centre. The heat radiating off him was intense. It was all I could do to not lay my hands on him and pull him closer until we merged as one.

Just as I thought he was going to put me out of my misery and begin dry-humping me, Hoseok pulled away quickly. He put space between the two of us and began moving earnestly. His chest popped to the beat while his bottom half rolled, impregnating the air. It was a deadly combination of dancing and pure unadulterated sex.

I didn't expect him to drop to his hands and knees and begin thrusting into the floor like he was pounding my pussy. A moan slipped out on its own accord as he slid backwards across the floor, gyrating and fucking the wood. Flipping onto his back, he locked eyes with me as he thrust upwards, moving exactly the way I liked when I rode a man's dick.

My chest heaved as I watched this glorious man dance in such an explicit manner for my entertainment and arousal. My mind ran rampant with erotic thoughts of the two of us tangled up in bed together. I wondered if I would survive fucking him, or whether I would combust into a ball of flames when he made me cum.

I closed my eyes as I thrust the toy in and out of me faster and harder. The bulbous head felt so fucking good as it massaged my G-spot. I bit my lip to avoid moaning aloud. Inside my head, I cried out Hobi's name as I felt my pussy pulsate around the silicone phallus.

I looked to where Hoseok last was and got confused as to why he was no longer there. The music with the sensual heavy beat was still playing; however, instead of the blonde cowboy, a red-headed half-naked man in a police uniform was standing in his place.

He was hot, there was no question about that. The empty leather gun holster looked like a BDSM harness. Together with the fitted trousers that moulded to his legs and the shiny police badge, his 'uniform' made the man look dangerous and sinful.

I watched as he rolled his body sexily; the movements were smooth, fluid and controlled. As the beat dropped, he began locking and popping, showcasing his lean and toned body. He was almost as good of a dancer as Hoseok, but I could tell their styles were a little different.

With parted lips, my eyes trailed down his torso and landed on the defined 'v'. The toned muscles hinted that he was packing natural heat within his pants—there definitely was no gun there. A deep chuckle brought my attention back to his face. He bit his lip, raising an eyebrow as he saw where my gaze had gone.

My hands were moving on their own, reaching up towards him as he moved to stand between my spread legs. I took a deep breath and pushed Park Jimin away from me. As attractive as he was, I'd never really taken to him as much as the other members. Jimin's flirtatious personality reminded me too much of an ex, one who caused me a great deal of heartache.

I breathed a sigh of relief as the police officer morphed back into the blonde cowboy.

I gasped as a particularly powerful thrust assaulted my G-spot in the best possible way. My body was pulsing with need, and I was careful with the volume that I moaned Hobi's name as my fingers trailed down my torso. I could feel my muscles rippling under my touch as my hand crept towards my pussy. The first touch against my clit had me crying out, a little too loud as I pictured Hobi's body pressed against mine.

Hoseok's hand reached for mine, pulling me from the chair I was sitting in. Startled by the action, I stumbled into his chest as he chuckled and said, "Careful, babygirl." Under my hands, which laid against his strong pecs, I could feel his heart thumping at the same rapid tempo mine was beating at. His skin felt even softer than I'd imagined, like the finest silk covering perfectly sculpted marble.

The heat from his breath tickled against my neck as his lips peppered light kisses across my skin. I shivered as hands trailed down my sides, slipping into the waistband of the skirt I had on.

I cried out hearing the guttural groan coming from the man of sin as his fingers traced the outline of my lips through my lace undies. I'd never felt sexier than I did when he lifted one of my legs, holding it beneath the knee against his hip.

Hoseok took advantage of my body being spread open for him. He slipped my undies to the side as two long fingers dipped into my body for the first time. My ear was nibbled on as he whispered that he could feel me pulsating around him. Hearing his dirty talk made my already wet pussy begin to drip juices onto his hand.

"You're almost there, aren't you babygirl?" His voice was so low that it had me on the precipice in no time. "That's right, cum on my hand. Cum for me, Nell."

My orgasm ripped through my body like a freight train. My legs shook as my walls trembled and clenched around the synthetic dick. In my head I moaned Hoseok's name as my fingers rubbed against my clit, drawing my high out as long as possible.

A knock on my door startled me, stopping my high in its tracks. Trying to control my breathing, I shakily called out. "Yes?"

"Come on you bludger, time to get up. Alejandro will be here in an hour and we still need brekky."

'At least I got to finish this time.'

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"Welcome to the Corcovado National Park, Miss Esther and Miss Nell." Alejandro smiled into the rear vision mirror as he steered the car into a carpark on the outskirts of the rainforest.

Esther and I were exploring the jungle today. Coming along with us were Alejandro, Diego and a person from a local tourism company. Yesterday we had seen the animals of Costa Rica at the animal reserve and today we were seeing where they lived in the wild. The tourism company was the one who was trying to raise awareness of the Costa Rican rainforest and its animals. They were hoping to encourage volunteers to help care for the country's fauna and flora.

"Are you sure you don't want to leave your backpack in the trunk of the car?" Alejandro asked me again.

I was nervous about the safety of my valuables. Yesterday I overheard at breakfast how some guests who were on the same floor as Esther and I had their rooms broken into. Hearing that there was a possible thief at the hotel, I'd raced back to our room and had placed my tablet, the charging cord and a fully charged power bank into my backpack, along with my phone. I tried to look for my passport but ended up giving up since I was taking too long. I figured it was possible to organise an emergency passport if something happened to it; however, replacing everything on the tablet was impossible since I didn't believe in using the cloud. Sure, I had things backed up onto USBs, but I hadn't brought them with me and I had been using my tablet to work on my business plan at night.

Bundling my hair up into my bucket hat to keep it off my neck, I shook my head. "It's not heavy," I assured Alejandro. If I felt unsafe leaving my valuables in a secure hotel room, there was no way in hell that I'd leave them in a car that was in a packed carpark.

"Esther, Nell, I'd like you both to meet Antoine Moreno," Diego said, making the introductions. "Antoine, these are Esther Bennett and her sister, Elenor." He told Esther and me that Antoine was one of the local tour guides who worked for the tourism company.

The first thing that caught my eye about Antoine was his thin dreadlocks that looked like an ombré mop was sitting on his head. I wasn't a fan of dreadlocks and found them unattractive. But as Antoine's hair rested against his body, I found the look on him quite appealing. It didn't hurt that his skin was the colour of a rich mocha, with a natural luminescence to it. His smile brought my attention to the well-groomed facial hair that defined his chiselled jaw. It looked like Antoine took pride in his appearance and maintained a good skincare and hygiene regime.

Where Antoine exuded a raw and mysterious energy, Diego looked like a model who stepped right off the Milan runway. This Costa Rican god rivalled Mr Worldwide Handsome. If they were both in a competition for being the most attractive man in the world with the puffiest lips, I wouldn't know who would be victorious. Diego's handsome face only paled to his personality. This was a man who looked handsome but acted like he was one of the guys. The thing I didn't realise yesterday was how inked up he was on both of his arms. At the nature reserve, he was wearing a long-sleeved shirt, whereas today he donned a tight t-shirt that showcased his sleeves of tattoos.

"So, the plan is to hike one of our trails and if luck is on our side, you may get to see some of our amazing animals in the wild," Antoine said in his lilting Caribbean accent. "But first, there is one thing you two ladies have to do." He pointed towards the sign beside the wide dirt path.

Grabbing my hand, Esther led the both of us towards the sign welcoming people to the national park. We posed for several photos. Some were of the two of us and others with a combination of Alejandro, Antoine and Diego. Holding up my phone, I took one last picture of the sign by itself. I wanted to remember my time here, especially since there was a tapir on it. I sent out a silent prayer that I could see one in the wild today.

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I had never felt as unfit as I did while on this hike. It wasn't because of the terrain, since the ground was nice and flat with only the occasional rise. It was more because of the distance we had been walking.

"Ugh," I whinged to no one in particular as I saw a tree I'd swear we had passed four times during the three hours we'd been hiking. "Are you sure you know where we are, Antoine?"

The three men with us chuckled. I was envious because they looked like they'd hardly broken a sweat, while here I was red-faced and panting.

"I know this jungle like the back of my hands," the dreadlocked man said, his tone reassuring me. "About a half kilometre, we'll be reaching a lookout that I'm sure you'll both love. We'll stop there for lunch and a break."

That sounded like music to my ears. While I had strong and toned arm muscles from kneading dough and carrying heavy bags of flour, my legs had not received the same exercise regime at work. I was grateful that I'd invested in the top-of-the-range pair of hiking boots a few years ago. Esther and I had plans to hike Mount Ngungun, one of the infamous Glass House Mountains, so I had gotten them for that endeavour, which never ended up happening.

"Shhh," Diego whispered as he encouraged us to stop walking. "Look."

I followed the direction he was pointing in and had to bite my tongue. I didn't want to scream in excitement and scare the animals away. There, less than 15m away from us, was a baby tapir and one of its parents grazing on some fallen bananas. From the corner of my eye, I saw Esther taking lots of photos, so I watched the pair with hearts in my eyes and a large smile on my face. I loved seeing the tapirs in the nature reserve yesterday, but there was something extra special about seeing an animal in its natural habitat.

A memory came into my mind of the time that Nana Betty had taken Aiden, Esther and me on a walk through the bush. I would have been about 10 years old or so, which would have made our brother about 13. Nana Betty had pointed out lots of animals to us, from kangaroos grazing on grass to black cockatoos flying up above. The highlight, though, was when we saw a koala asleep in the fork of a eucalyptus tree. I remember that our grandmother had burst into tears upon seeing her favourite animal living its life in the wild. Right now, gazing upon the little tapir family, I finally understood how Nana Betty felt that day.

The five of us watched the two in silence until Antoine told us we should keep going. Waving goodbye to the two adorable creatures, I trudged along behind the others. As they gushed about the plants growing around us, I committed the experience of seeing the tapirs to memory.

My breath left me in an exhale of awe as I stood at the top of the lookout. Not far away from us was the peak of a hill. That's not what I was looking at though. What was behind it captured my eyes and attention: a faint double rainbow hovering over the jungle.

"Wow," I breathed out as I took a photo.

I'd never seen a double rainbow that was as clear as this one was. I was a superstitious person, and I took this as a sign that good things were coming my way. For the first time in I have no idea how long, I felt like my life was heading in the right direction. This double rainbow cemented that belief in my heart and soul.

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After our lunch, we headed off again. Antoine had said we only had about another hour of walking before we'd meet up with a buggy that would drive us back to Alejandro's vehicle. About 20 minutes into the hike, we came across something I never thought I'd see in my life: a set of stairs lying in the middle of the rainforest.

"You should go up and see where they go." Following Alejandro's suggestion, Esther and I allowed ourselves to be guided towards the rustic stone staircase.

The longer I looked at the sight in front of us, the more I noticed there was something mysterious about the stairs. They weren't covered in leaves, moss or other debris from the rainforest.

"Looks like someone's playing a prank on people," Antoine commented. He moved closer and ran a hand over the brown stone. "These weren't here when I came through this track a couple of weeks ago."

"And you said you know this rainforest like the back of your hand. Losing your touch, are you?" Diego teased his friend. During the hike, I'd learned that the two men were actually related. Antoine's sister was Diego's wife and it was clear the guys were more like brothers than in-laws.

As the men teased and joked, I walked closer to the structure. Whoever had constructed it had done a very good job.

"Hey Nell, go up and I'll take a photo of you," Esther said, encouraging me to actually be in a photo for once. She grabbed her camera at the same time that Alejandro offered to take a photo of the two of us. As he went to accept my sister's camera, Antoine called him to investigate something the two other men had found.

"Go. You can take the next one of both of us," I said to Alejandro as I straightened my clothes in preparation for the multitude of pictures I knew Esther would take. I hoped I didn't look too sweaty or frumpy. Since I knew we'd be doing a lot of walking today, I wore a khaki crop top that I layered under a patterned kaftan. I liked this one because it reached my mid-thigh, and I paired it with my favourite cropped pair of black yoga pants. I was thankful during the hot day that Past Nell, who had been responsible for my outfit this morning, had kept the heat and humidity in mind.

Turning to my sister, I smiled and said, "Bubbles, Dad would love these since they look so old. I bet you $50 that he tells us a story about some castle that had a staircase like this when he sees the photo."

Esther laughed. She agreed with me and remarked that she would lose if we took that bet. I posed for a photo at the base of the staircase. After my twin said she'd gotten some nice pictures, I began my climb up. The space between steps wasn't too big, so I was able to take two in one step. In no time, I was at the end and looking down over the edge to see the damp rainforest floor several metres below. I turned around and posed once again, laughing as my sister gave me funny suggestions.

"Come on down, Squish," Esther called out as I took a moment to look over the canopy of the trees from a different altitude. It looked so different from up here. I was startled when I saw something I never thought I'd see.