By late afternoon on day four, that unbearable tension finally snapped. We were hanging out in a quiet pool toward the secluded back of the grounds, clinging to each other in the warm, crystal-clear water. We’d had a few strong gin and tonics, and our usual lazy pool cuddling turned filthy fast.
She started it under the surface. Looking around to make sure no one was staring, she slid her slick, sun-warmed hand under the water and slipped her fingers right past the waistband of my wet trunks. I caught my breath as her bare fingers wrapped around my thick, throbbing length, taking my heavy girth firmly in her grip. She began slowly stroking and squeezing my erect cock under the warm water, her thumb frictioning over the sensitive, dripping tip while locking eyes with me, teasing me with a dirty, knowing grin. Feeling just how rock-hard her relentless teasing on the loungers had made me, she worked her hand up and down my shaft, taking full advantage of the underwater cover.
With her hand still buried inside my trunks pumping my cock, my own hands began to wander all over her slick, sun-warmed body under the surface. I traced my palms up her smooth, bronzed thighs, cupping the heavy curve of her wide hips, and pulled her thick, soft rear flush against my hard groin. She gasped, her breath catching in her throat as she arched her back into my touch, grinding her hips into my hand.
My hands roamed higher, sliding over the wet fabric of her bikini top to squeeze her full 34D breasts under the water. I rolled her dark, swollen nipples between my fingers, feeling them stand completely erect and stiff against my palms. I slid one hand back down, tracing the deep dip of her waist and slipping my fingers past the edge of her wet thong.
I guided my fingers past her completely smooth, hairless mound, where the warm pool water met the feverish, scorching heat radiating from between her legs. Sliding deep beneath the damp fabric, my fingertips brushed against her swollen, drenched pussy lips. They felt impossibly soft, plump, and slick as silk under the surface, completely flushed from the heat and four days of agonizing buildup. I gently parted her lush, wet lips with my thumb, feeling the tight, burning entrance of her pussy before tracing the sensitive length of her hard clit. She rested her chin on the tile ledge, biting down hard on her lip, fighting to suppress the desperate moans threatening to spill out of her throat.
That was when we heard footsteps on the concrete nearby.
A resort staff member carrying fresh towels walked along the edge of the pool, stopping just a few feet away from our corner to restock a lounge station. The sheer thrill of the risk turned the heat up tenfold. We didn't stop. With the worker standing right there, completely oblivious, her hand remained clamped around my hard cock, rhythmically stroking my full girth while I kept my fingers wedged inside her wet thong, relentlessly working her slick, swollen lips and clit.
Her heart was hammering against my chest like a caged bird. She pressed her face into the crook of my neck, her hot, breathy gasps shuddering against my skin as she tried to keep absolute silence. Every subtle twitch of her body, every tiny tremble of her thighs as she tried not to ride my hand in broad daylight, made the moment dangerously intense.
The worker finally picked up their trolley and moved along down the path. Realizing just how close we had come to getting caught wide open in the water, we scrambled out, dripping wet, grabbed our towels, and practically ran back to our ground-floor room.
The walk back felt like an absolute eternity. Every step she took in front of me—her hips swaying, her damp blonde hair hanging down her back, and that tiny thong clinging to her soft, bronzed rear—was pure torturous foreplay.
The moment the heavy front door of our hotel room clicked shut behind us, locking the outside world away, our composure completely shattered.
I grabbed her by the waist, slamming her back gently against the front door, and pulled her flush against me. She let out a soft, breathy gasp as I shoved her wet towel to the floor and buried my face in her neck, tasting the salt, the coconut oil, and the warmth of the sun on her skin. Her arms wrapped tightly around my shoulders, her fingers digging into my back as she pulled my mouth to hers for a deep, hungry, desperate kiss.
Without breaking the kiss, we stumbled backward together, tangled up in each other as we moved across the tiled floor of the room. We kept pushing, turning, and devouring each other’s mouths until her bare back bumped right into the freezing cold glass of the patio doors.
The sharp shock of the cold glass against her hot, sun-baked skin made her gasp directly into my mouth. Outside, just on the other side of the glass, the resort gardens stretched out under the afternoon sun, adding that same filthy thrill of being seen.
Pinned between my broad chest and the cold glass, she threw her head back. I reached down and yanked her wet string bikini top clear off, letting those heavy 34D breasts spill into my hands. They felt warm and slick, her dark, swollen nipples standing erect and tight against the chill of the air conditioning and the glass behind her. I squeezed and kneaded her lush chest, sucking her hard peaks into my mouth one by one while she arched into my touch with a breathless, filthy moan.
Still pressed against the glass, I slid my hands down to the sides of her wet thong, peeling it down over her wide hips and letting it drop around her ankles. Standing there pinned against the patio doors—completely bare, her bronzed skin starkly contrasted by her pale white bits—she looked utterly unbelievable.
I dropped to my knees right in front of her. I took her soft, thick thighs in my hands, spreading her legs against the glass, and buried my face straight between her thighs. Her smooth pussy was already soaked, burning hot, and dripping wet. I licked her hungrily, tracing my tongue over her swollen, silk-soft pussy lips, burying my face in her heat and eating her out while she gripped my hair, her thighs trembling violently as she pressed her wet pussy right into my face, whimpering out loud against the glass.
Driven completely insane by the taste of her, I stood back up and hooked my thumbs into my wet trunks, shoving them down my legs until my heavy, rock-hard shaft sprang free, throbbing and dripping in the cool room air.
Before I could even lift her, she dropped right back down to her knees on the tiled floor in front of me. Looking up at me through her long lashes with dirty intention, she wrapped her soft, warm hand around my base and took my swollen head right into her mouth. She devoured every single inch of me—sliding her wet lips all the way down my length, taking my full girth deep into the back of her throat, and swirling her tongue over my sensitive tip. She sucked me greedily, her hot mouth working fast and hungry while her hand stroked my shaft, pulling every last drop of pre-cum from me until I was practically shaking above her……… |
