Hi, Sharon now.
All the others had gone out in the vans leaving me alone at the motel. The motel manager told Mike where you can buy cheap souvenirs, so they all went off to check it out. I know since our friends from India wanted to buy gifts to take back with them, it was a good chance for them to get some shopping done. The others in our group went along for the ride, to help, watch or whatever.
As I said above I decided to stay back by myself at the motel. They were gone for a while and I was just lying on the bed reading. First I had intended doing some writing but wasn’t really in the mood, I was just reading over some of my recent writing. I think I might have dropped off for a little while. Anyway, I woke up feeling horny.
That dishy guy I’d seen around the motel yesterday. We saw him cleaning the empty rooms. You know the one, Lizamoa was making comments about his sexy arse. Well, she wasn’t the only one taking notice either. I slipped off my shorts and settled down for some nice, private fun.
I was thinking about that guy. Him walking in on me. Finding me, seeing me…. lying on the bed. Naked and ready for him. I imagined myself laying there, legs open, one hand playing with a nipple, the other gently stroking a very wet pussy. I closed my eyes and I could see him, standing there, watching me, then beginning to remove his clothes. Slowly, step by step, revealing a very hot body for me.
By now this fantasy was really getting me going. My fingers were digging into my wet pussy as I thought of him climbing onto the bed. Coming to me, ready to take me. I imagined his hands all over me, touching feeling, making me even hotter than I was.
My orgasm was moments away now. I began thinking of him, his body on top of mine. His hand guiding a hard cock to my pussy. Him pressing against me, pressing into me, his hard cock entering me.
Oh wow! I didn’t get much further than that. My pussy exploded under my fingers. Boy did I go off! Yes, it was a goodie.
Oh wow! I didn’t get much further than that. My pussy exploded under my fingers. Boy did I go off! Yes, it was a goodie.
Now that was nice. I nice juicy fantasy leading to a nice juicy orgasm. But it left me feeling hot and sweaty so I decided to take a shower. Yes, Yes. I can hear all you guys making the cold shower jokes. Go on have your fun, I had the orgasm. LOL
I had just finished my shower and was using the hair drier when I thought I heard a noise. It sounded like knocking, maybe someone calling. I shut off the drier and listened again. There was nothing. Just a bit of background noise, the traffic outside etc.
I went on with the things I was doing in the bathroom. To freshen myself up I was doing my teeth. The bush I use makes a buzzing noise but not that much.
I heard another noise. Sounded like a key in the door lock, then a door opening downstairs. I stopped and listened again, thinking maybe Steve was back. But no there was still nothing. I heard noises from the next unit. Like someone talking, another laughing and I realised someone had just moved in next door. So that was what the noises were, just people next-door.
I had just got out of the shower, I didn’t have any clothes there. It was no problem as our bags were in the bedroom. So I just finished drying myself off, not bothering with a towel, I walked from the bathroom into the bedroom, stack naked.
There was someone there! That sexy guy I’d seen around yesterday. He was making the bed.
I was shocked. For a moment I didn’t move. He was looking straight at me. Must have got a full frontal view. Breasts and pussy, everything on show.
Then I realised I was showing all and reacted, my hands going to my body, one to my pussy and one arm to cover my breasts as much as I could.
“I sorry,” I said.
“No! No,” he replied. “We thought you had all gone out.”
“I didn’t know anyone was here.”
“I knocked and called out a few times,” he explained. “Just came in to tidy up and make the beds.”
I stepped back into the bathroom and got a robe. Slipping it on, I was tying the cord as I returned to the bedroom.
“I won’t be long,” he said as he saw me return. “Just have a few things, then I’m done.”
“You carry on,” I said. “I’m just going to brush my hair.”
I sat at the dresser, in front of the mirror. As I brushed my hair he returned to his duties, changing the sheets, making the bed, tidying up the room. But in the mirror, I could see him watching me. Still being a bit horny from my little fantasy session, this attention was beginning to get me going again. I was taking longer than I needed to, I was enjoying him watching. The robe had fallen open a bit too. I’m sure he noticed that as I think he was taking longer than was necessary too.
After brushing my hair I began putting some oil on my face. Being out in the sun so much on this trip had dried out my skin. I found it needed a lot of oil/moisturizer to restore it.
I rubbed oil over my face, then pulling open my robe a bit more, down onto my shoulders. Open a bit more, now showing some cleavage and the swelling of my breasts. My fingers moved lower, slipping in under the robe. I touched a nipple. Was it hard! Wow! This discovery put a new turn-on things too.
Then the robe slipped. I wasn’t me. Well wasn’t an accident either. Maybe I helped it just a little bit. Ha! Ha!
It fell away from my body, down to my waist, revealing my breasts.
“Opps,” I laughed.
But I made no attempt to replace the robe. Instead, I began giving my tits the full treatment. Yes, and he was watching. I could still see him in the mirror. He had stopped what he was doing, now making no attempt to appear busy. Just standing there, watching me. A slight smile on his face. Typical of guys. Show them a bit of tit and they're hooked.
Then suddenly I had a very wicked idea. “Can you do my back?” I asked him.
At first, he didn’t move.
“Just my back,” I prompted him. “I can’t reach it properly.”
As he came towards me I stood up. The robe around my waist fell away, leaving me naked. I watched as he slowly approached. Then turning slightly, I passed him the bottle of oil.
He poured some on his hands, then reached to touch my shoulders. His first touch was hesitant; I think I felt a tremble in his hands. Then his touch became firmer as he began rubbing the oil over my shoulders and upper back. All the time his eyes watched me, watching my reflection in the mirror.
My large breasts were openly displayed, totally on view for both of us. I love showing off my tits with their large nipples. They really grab guy’s attention. I don’t think they let me down with this guy either. Lower down my pussy was shaven and bald. I naturally don’t have so much hair so it looks better with everything off. So standing there before him at the mirror, everything was on show, my whole front revealed to him.
After some time of doing the same place, I said, “Do lower. Lower down my back.”
His hands moved lower as he began on my back. He was still using rubbing motions but I noticed they were getting lower and lower down my back. I wondered just how far down he would go. At first, he stopped short of my arse then one hand strayed lower onto one cheek. When I didn’t react, instead just smiled, he became bolder, both hands going to give my arse a good going over.
Then he asked something that sort of surprised me but at the same time pleased me too.
“Can I…… Can I touch you? Touch your front?”
“Sure,” I replied.
His hands came around each side of me under my arms and then went straight for my breasts. I watched him in the mirror. I watched his hands on my breasts, feeling them there at the same time. He was watching too. It looked good, felt even better. His fingers moving smoothly over the slick, oiled skin of my breasts. They found my nipples, rubbing over them, rolling the hard nubs between my fingers.
I closed my eyes to enjoy the feelings then I opened them again. I wanted to close my eyes to focus on those feelings his hands were causing, but I also wanted to watch him too. At that point, I didn’t know what I wanted.
Then his hands left my breasts. I watched as he moved lower on top my stomach. I knew where he was going. I could have stopped him, but I didn’t. By now I was so aroused, I wanted him to continue. I wanted to feel his hands on my bare pussy. His fingers pressing into me.
Lower down across my stomach he moved. He was watching in the mirror, I was too. Our eyes mesmerized by what his hands were doing. It was hot to watch, sexy to see him doing that. Another man, a stranger touching my body, feeling my body, steadily moving lower towards my pussy. I’m sure we both knew it was coming, the moment when his hands would make contact with me there.
His fingers were almost there now. Moving over the tops of my thighs, over that area that naturally would have been covered in hair. His fingertips stopped slightly short of my cunt. I could see it just below his fingertips. I was ready there too. My lips were swollen and open. I was so ready for him now.
Then his hand pushed lower. A fingertip finding my slit, running down its length. A fingertip pulling back up again, slightly more pressure. I gasped at the contact, the pleasure of him touching me. He must have felt how wet I was, how ready I was. Then he pushed down again, this time two finger pressing between my lips. When they returned, pulling back up, my lips opened as they went in deeper. He made contact with my clitty.
My pussy exploded. A wave of pleasure surged through my body. Making me cry out at the strength of my orgasm. His fingers remained on my clit, rubbing and pressing against it. The feelings were intense before I passed my peak and began to subside.
I fell back against him. I would have fallen to the floor if he hadn’t supported me. I could still see him in the mirror, still see him watching me but now the back of my body was in contact with him. I was still breathing heavily, my chest rising and falling with each breath. His arms were wrapped around me, one hand on my breast, the other between my legs still gently rubbing my wet pussy.
“Oh wow!” he said. “What happened there?”
As if he didn’t know. It should have been obvious, even to someone inexperienced as him, that I’d just enjoyed a powerful orgasm. Maybe he was surprised that it happened so fast. I was, it caught me by surprise.
When I recovered enough I straighten up, my body pulling away from him, his hand slipping away from me as I stood by myself. He stepped back from me as I turned to face him. He was smiling. I smiled back.
“That was so good!” I said.
“I could see that,” he laughed.
Then I looked down and noticed the bulge in his pants. I couldn’t help it; my hand went straight for it. I could feel him, so hard, and a good size too.
Looking back up at him I asked, “Want me to help you with that?”
“Please?” was all he said.
I dropped to my knees before him, my fingers going to the zip of his pants. I soon had it open and his pants pulled to his knees. My hands returned to his cock, giving it another rub before pulling down his underpants to release it. I nice cock sprung out towards me. Beautiful shaft with a slight upward curve towards the end. Just the way I like a hard cock to be.
My hands went for it, both hands taking him, holding him, fingers wrapped around his shaft. One hand ran down to the end, to the head. For a few moments, I held it, inspecting it. I like looking at cocks when they are hard, particularly a new one I have not seen before. But I wasn’t there to look, was I? It was time to get down to business. I decided at that point I was going to give him the best blow-job he had ever had.
I leaned closer to him so my face was inches from his cock head. Then I gently blew on him. He felt that, his cock giving a little twitch in my hand. I did it again, hard this time and got a similar reaction. I couldn’t help giving a giggle at that.
When you are holding a man’s cock in your hand you have him. He is waiting, so aroused with excitement he is completely in your power. I like that, sometimes I tease and play with Steve until he gets so impatient and frustrated that he tells me to hurry up. But that was not my intention with this guy.
I opened my mouth, my tongue stretching out to touch him. He gave a jerk at the contact. I looked up to see his eyes had closed as he prepared to enjoy the feelings and sensations that were coming his way.
I started with the head. Running my tongue over it, under it, around it. I took my time. I knew it would feel good to him and I was happy for him to enjoy it as long as possible.
A few times his cock gave twitches and little jerks. Soon I knew it was time to move further. Pulling his cock slightly aside I began on his shaft. My tongue running along his length, my lips making little bites and nibbles at it. One of my hands had now gone to his balls. I held them gently, could feel the weight of them, feeling the little beans inside.
Soon I was ready to follow with my mouth. Now lifting his cock up, his balls were openly exposed to me underneath. I could see the sacks hanging before me, only lightly covered in hair. I leant closer and took one between my lips.
He gave a gasp. His body moved like he fell back before he reached out to hold my head. Both hands how held me, partly to steady himself and partly to hold me close.
I could feel the bean inside it's sack as I took it into my mouth. I know most guys like to be sucked like that. This guy did too. He gave a deep moan at the pleasure he was receiving. After giving the first one some good mouth treatment, I moved to the other. Again taking it into my mouth, again finding his other bean and sucking on it too.
Suddenly his cock gave a massive jerk. It almost jumped out of my hand. I knew it was time that I returned to the business end again. Leaving his balls I ran my tongue up along the underside of his cock until I returned to the head.
I decided that the time for playing was over, now it was time to bring him off.
Holding him with both hands I brought him towards my mouth. My lips opened allowing him to enter. He felt big inside my mouth, but then guys always do like that. His whole head was inside my mouth, then part of his shaft. I took as much as I could. I sucked at him and felt him respond as his cock jumped and a shuddered travelled through his body.
I eased back a bit until not much more than his head was in my mouth then as I began to really suck, my hands pumping his shaft as I did. It didn’t take long before I felt him responding. I looked up and saw his eyes were still closed but that look on his face told me all. No doubt he was enjoying it.
With what I had been doing to him, he was almost ready before I even started sucking him. It wasn’t long until his hands were holding my head again and I felt him gently humping back at me. I knew that now the timing was important. I had to bring him to his peak at the right moment to make it the best for him.
I stopped for a moment to ask, “In my mouth or on my tits?”
“Tits,” he managed to say his voice no more than a whisper. An intake of breath rather than spoken speech.
“Ok,” I replied. “Tits it is.”
I sucked him again for a few moments just to get him almost over the top then I withdrew to finish him off with my hands. As I leaned back and began pumping him harder with both hands, he was now thrusting back at me. Strong, fast movements now. Both hands holding him, pumping him. I want him to cum now. I wanted it to be good for him too.
Suddenly he gave a loud moan and I knew he was over the top. The first load hit me on the neck, far higher than I intended. I pointed his cock lower, just in time for his second shot to hit me on my chest above my tits. Finally, with his third shot, we managed to score a direct hit on my right breast.
I continued pumping him as the bursts of cum reduced from bursts to dribble. I held my tits close so all of it would land on me. He sure gave me a lot that day. I was covered with the stuff. I began to rub it over my breast with my hands. His hands came down to help as I stood up to stand in front of him.
I must admit it felt rather good having that smooth, sticky stuff all over me. I don’t mind cum all over my breasts, in fact, I rather like it. I know the guys like doing it too.
Now I was standing there still facing him.
“Thank you,” he said. “That was great.”
“You are welcome,” I replied with a smile. “Wish we could have done more.”
He smiled at that too. “I’d love to but I better be going. They will be wondering where I am.”
I noticed a mark on his shirt, an oil stain from my back. As I touched it with my finger I asked, “What about this?”
He looked down, then smiled. “If anyone asks I’ll say I spilt something.”
I leant forward and gave him a quick kiss on the cheek then he turned and left. Can you believe it? I didn’t even ask him his name!
I stood looking at the door, thinking about when we had just done for a few moments before deciding I needed another shower to clean up. I was so horny and turned-on that I bought myself off again under the warm stream of water. Once finished I stepped out of the shower, dried myself off before returning to the bedroom. I found my robe on the floor by the dressing table where it had fallen. I put it on and stood, to face the mirror as I tired the cord around my waist.
I was still standing there, half dreaming when a knocking brought me back to reality. I grabbed my robe, then opened the door. There he was again smiling.
“Sorry,” he laughed. “I forgot my things.”
I smiled as I stepped aside to let him in. I stood watching with amusement as he quickly grabbed all his cleaning things. I also noticed that he had changed his shirt too. He went to the door, turned once again to say ‘thanks’, then he was gone.
A bit later, I heard the vans pull in and looked out the window to see our group getting out. Soon I saw Steve heading towards our unit so I rushed to get into position for him when he came in.
Throwing off the robe, I still had nothing underneath. I jumped onto the bed and lay back against the pillows. I had one leg straight and the other slightly bent at the knee so my foot came back to rest against my first leg. I knew this put my pussy nicely on display for him as soon as he walked into the room.
I heard a key in the lock and the door opened downstairs. There was some talking and I heard Jenny laugh. Now someone was coming up the stairs. By now my fingers were on my nipple, my other hand at my pussy. I knew that would present a most inviting sight for any guy, a horny girl, working at her pussy, while waiting to be fucked.
I heard Steve say something and Peter replied. For a moment I thought, ‘What if Peter and Jenny came in too?’ Then I decided, the more the better. I had no problem with that too.
But no, the door opened and only Steve stepped into the room. Jenny and Peter must have gone into their room.
He saw me and smiled.
I was desperate for cock. I wanted a good fucking right there and then. I lay there on the bed, naked. My legs spread and my hands digging deep into my pussy. It felt good too. I knew he had better hurry up as with what I was doing, I would get myself off.
It was obvious what was on my mind. He stood there for only a moment watching me then began tearing his clothes off.
That’s the difference between a man and a woman. A woman would take her time, doing a slow strip for him, putting on a show, teasing and exciting him. But not guys, they just strip off and jump right in.
When he did jump, I was ready for him. I half pulled him and half dragged him on to me. Not that he was in any way unwilling. Then he was over me and as his body came down on top of mine I felt his cock lined up with my pussy. There was no need to guide him, as he just went straight in. No foreplay, nothing. We were just straight into the main event.
Soon he was pounding into me, each thrust driving his cock deep inside me. Oh did it feel good? That hard shaft sliding against my hard swollen clit. I began humping back at him. My timing matched his and soon our pelvises were slamming together as they met.
He was not gentle with me in the least. It was hard sex, rough sex, exciting and unplanned sex. When you’re in the mood, it’s the best kind. When done right it usually produced the best results too. This time it didn’t disappoint either.
I cried out as my cum burst upon me. It was a strong wave of feeling building in my clit, then bursting out, sweeping through my body. It was thrilling, it was intense, a powerful orgasm that went on for some time as he continued driving his cock into me with powerful thrusts.
As my orgasm fell away we continued fucking. His strong, powerful body continued to move on top of me. In some ways, I like this part of sex too. The feelings are different; the need for orgasm is gone, I could enjoy the sensations caused by his body and my body working together although I must admit he was doing most of the work. Now his head was down close to mine. I could hear and feel the rush of air close to me as he gasped for air to feed his working muscles. Steve is very fit and strong. It was in a way beautiful to experience him like this.
By now things inside me had begun to change too. My body wanted more and I realised I was building towards my second orgasm. Oh wow! This was unexpected. I was figuring he would cum soon and it would be over. Deep down inside me, the feelings began building. Deep inside me, my body responded to what he was doing. My clitty was swelling again as it does just before my cum hits. I began pressing hard against him, pressing my pelvis against his shaft to make deeper contact with him.
He must have felt that. Felt the change in my movements. He took it as a sign that it was time now. He put extra energy into his movements. I don’t know how he got it after all he had been doing but somewhere he found that extra when he needed it.
It was all I could take and I cried out again as my second orgasm overtook me. My body lost its rhythm and I began jumping around under him, out of control. I was doing nothing to help him but now it didn’t matter. He was gone too. A couple of final thrusts and he was filling me with his cum.
He rolled off me and we lay side by side on the bed. Both breathing heavy as we recovered. It had been good sex. Some of the best I’d had for a while. Now I lay relaxed beside the man I loved. Enjoying him beside me. I reached over and touched him. My hand running along the side of his body until his arm moved, his hand finding mine.
A few minutes later I felt him move and looked to see he had rolled towards me, onto his side, His hand had now moved to my body. Touching my belly button. He likes doing that for some reason, then up over my breasts before moving on up to my neck and chin.
It was only then that we began to talk. He wondered why I was so horny.
“What the hell happened to you?” he laughed. “You were so on heat you almost raped me.”
“Yes, I was a bit worked up.”
“A bit? Now that’s an understatement if ever I heard one.”
I didn’t reply to that.
“So why the desperate rush to fuck me now?”
He had guessed that something had happened so I told him.
“So that explains a lot,” he said when I had finished.
Then I turned to him, “Anyway what about you?”
“What do you mean. You’re the one running around giving the cleaning staff blow-jobs.”
“As I remember it, Steve, you weren’t too slow getting your clothes off.”
“Well, you made me horny...... seeing you like that.”
“Oh so that’s the policy is it?”
“What policy?”
“Steve you fuck first then ask questions later.”
He laughed at that, and then said, “Something like that.”
By now I could see he was getting hard again and soon he was reaching for me. This time the sex was good without the desperate rush at each other like before. Good sex, more relaxed and controlled that we’d been the first time. Sex that ended well for us, both feeling fulfilled and satisfied.
But it had made us late. We had just realised the time when we heard Shanti banging on the door, calling us to hurry up.
We grabbed some clothes and rushed out to find them all waiting for us in the vans. The looks on their faces told us they’d figured out what had been going on. Never mind now you can read the whole story. Now you know why we made you late guys.
I hope our excuse is good enough. I think it is.
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