Summer Fling
Summer Fling
There is something extremely soothing about lying on the boat’s bow and letting the water and the noise around you drift by. Only you, the sound of the sea, the soft rocking of the waves, and the screeching of seagulls.
The only disturbing thing is that your mildly drunk mother would still be screaming, laughing at every word of the person in front of her, and acting as if she didn’t jump on you a few hours ago, when she was panicking about being on a boat, on water where there are dozens of meters of dark opaque water below you.
But she won’t admit that she wouldn’t jump into that water willingly either. I remember how a few years ago I went to the underwater caves with my friends, who spent the whole summer here with their daughter, and now I’m afraid to even jump into the water.
When I arrived at the beach in the morning, I did not expect that we would end up on a boat. I knew my parents would go; they go every time they are here on vacation. But I try to avoid it, I just can’t handle the anxieties that grip me from the unknown. But my dad convinced me, I really don’t know why I went, maybe I was sorry to spend the whole day without them. After all, I am only been here for two more days and I want to spend at least some time with them.
But when we were leaving the port and the sea was not yet completely calm, I felt my chest tighten, tears welled up in my eyes and it was hard to breathe. Therefore, I sat in place, trying not to move much until I got used to the unfamiliar feeling under me, but this did not go without my mother’s notice and her wonderful comments.
And the fact that we took Antony, a friend of my parents, on board in the next port, surprised me the most and maybe helped me overcome my fear faster. I had to move from the end of the ship to the front, and I found that there the unpleasant feeling was more tolerable.
Antony, it’s hard to describe him. But as one of my friends said: “A megalomaniac in his twenties, who jumps every short skirt.”
That’s right, he’s been doing it like this for a good ten years. And I must say that even at thirty-six years old, he is the same sex-God as he was at twenty-six.
It doesn’t matter that there is a difference of ten years between us. I got wet looking at him just as much now as I did at sixteen when I met him for the first time. But today I see him for the first time without a shirt and only in shorts.
I understand that he didn’t like me then, after all, I was a minor. Today I understand it the same way, except that I am not a child but an adult woman who is not exactly the thinniest and I suffer from the fact that most of the guys are brought up in the feminine ideal of beauty 90-60-90.
My measurements are slightly larger than the usual ones, in every aspect. My breasts are size ten and not the firmest, and my stomach finally doesn’t look like one big ball, but it’s clear that I wasn’t the thinnest and it’s dotted with stretch marks, and maybe the only thing I like about me is my hips and thighs, which shape my figure. I don’t want to sound like I don’t like myself, but it took me a long time to accept myself the way I am. When a person lives in a household for twenty years, where it is appropriate to comment on such an appearance on a daily order, it shows on him and it is not exactly healthy.
And maybe that’s why my reaction to him coming on board was to cover myself with a tunic and lay down on a deckchair. So that I spread the weight of my body more and my flaws were not so visible. Because I liked him as a man, and I wanted him to like me too.
And so, we return to swaying on the waves and gently falling asleep. No matter how hard I tried, I was always woken up from my sleep by my mother’s laughter.
And maybe that also got me into the following situation. The whole thing happened very quickly, but it seemed like an eternity to me.
I got up from the lounger and wanted to walk around the edge to the back of the fridge to get a drink. My dad maneuvered us through the waves and whether I was holding on to the handrails or just trying to hold on, it’s hard to say, it all came together in one quick moment.
We came upon a wave in the boat, and because I was standing, it threw me overboard. My arms flew back, I lost my balance and fell into the water. I only felt how I hit my foot on the frame of the ship, how I broke the surface of the sea with my back, and how saltwater poured into my nose and eyes. It is not very pleasant when one cannot prepare for it. It’s one thing to jump into the water voluntarily, but another when you fall there, and you don’t expect it.
Maybe it knocked me out of action for a few seconds, but it didn’t look like those slow-motion shots from the movies when you hold your hands in front of you and let yourself sink into the depths of the ocean. My body worked quickly, I engaged my legs as soon as possible and turned my head towards the surface to get to oxygen as quickly as possible in peace. I smashed my head through the mass of water, happy that I wasn’t pulled deeper, or worse, that I wasn’t pulled by some current or sea monsters.
Do you understand why I panic about dark waters? Too many Spielberg movies.
“Alexa!” I turned at the sound of my name and saw Tony swimming towards me, in the distance I saw my father with the boat turning and maneuvering it towards us.
Maybe it was the turning point when my body realized that I was not safe in the boat but in a huge mass of water where there are sharks, sea turtles, dolphins, and other sea creatures.
I felt like at the beginning of today on the ship, my chest tightened, my pulse quickened, and my tactile sensors got stronger. My body didn’t allow me to swim to Antony, but kept turning around and checking to make sure something didn’t eat me. I kicked my feet in panic more than necessary, I waved my hands in all directions and started to breathe sharply and shallowly. Tears welled up in my eyes in hysterical crying.
“Alexa.” Peripherally, I saw that he came close enough to touch me, but either he was still far enough, or he knew that if he didn’t want to drown, he shouldn’t grab me. “Alexa.” I saw him reach for me. “Hold on to me.” I felt his hand wrap around my wrist and pull me closer.
“Alexa, take a deep breath and exhale.” Inhale, exhale. I can handle that. Or not? “Yes, breathe.” I saw how he breathed with me. “And exhale.” He grabbed my waist with his other hand and held me above the surface with him.
“Now find 5 things you hear.”The sound of the sea, the sound of the engine from the boat, the screeching of seagulls, the waves crashing against the boat, his voice.
“Okay, now the 4 things you see.”The ship, mom, dad, Antony’s green eyes.
“Three things you can touch.”The water, his hands, the bathing suit against my body.
“Two things you can smell with your nose.”Diesel fumes from the ship’s engines, his menthol breath mixed with rum.
“And one thing you can feel with your tongue.”The saltiness of the water on my lips.
“Thank you,” I whispered when I could breathe normally.
“Is it better?” he smiled at me. I couldn’t speak, so I just nodded my head. “Try it whenever you get stuck somewhere. It helps me so far.”
“Alexa!” I heard my mother shout from the boat with which they were already approaching us.
“Come on, let’s go.” I felt him gently pull my hand towards the steps of the ship, where my parents were already waiting for me with a towel.
“I thought I’d find you here.” I snapped out of my thoughts when I heard his voice. But I didn’t turn around to follow him, because I heard him stepping behind me on the stones.
“Watch out, the last one is slipping,” I yelled at him.
I sat on the stones behind the village and tried to sort out my thoughts. I have anxiety normally. You could say that every day I catch myself in a seizure. But I haven’t had a full-blown panic attack in quite a few years, and it scared me today.
In therapy, we always dealt with how to process the thoughts after the attack. My parents don’t get it, and no matter how much I talk to them about it, they never will. Because they don’t want to understand. So, I went out to sit in silence, with only the sound of the sea, to meditate a little.
“I saw you going this way, and you didn’t come back for a long time so I came to check on you.” He started talking as he sat down next to me. “But if you need to be alone, I’ll leave.”Need.Notwant to.As if he knew exactly what words to choose.
“When did you start fighting it?” I asked into the silence between us. We just both sat and looked in front of us as the surface of the sea moved in waves. As the sunset is reflected, seagulls fly above the surface in search of food.
“I think I had my first attack when my parents packed me up and sent me to high school in England. But at that time I didn’t really know what was happening to me. And then, when I grew up and I started doing well in everything, I had a friend who analyzed me all over.”
“You don’t have to embellish it in front of me. Just say that it was your sexual acquaintance at the time.” I laughed at how he tried to decently say that he slept with a psychologist.
“You think all the women in my life are just for sex?”
“Yeah, you can’t be friends with a woman.”
“So, you’re telling me I can’t hang out with you without sleep with you?”
“Maybe you can. But I certainly couldn’t.” He certainly didn’t expect such an answer. But if you thought you’d get a classic book answer from me, you’re wrong. I stopped circling hot water a long time ago. When I want something, I ask for it.
“You probably won’t be that little girl who watched me with her eyes the whole time when we were in the same room huh?” let’s not pretend that something like that didn’t happen. But I still had to turn to face him.
“No.” I smiled. “It has been many years since then.” I felt my stomach tighten like before a seizure, but I knew it was just from being nervous about telling him the truth. “But I won’t lie to you, I would follow you this time too.”
I winked at him. “And I can still say things that I’ll be ashamed of later.”
“You don’t have to be ashamed. I always knew they were meant from the heart.” I watched his facial expression change. His breath hitched with each breath as if his own words had hit him. “But hearing that sentence from a teenager and a grown woman is a big difference.”
Was it hard for him to say that? Was that why he was breathing so shallowly? Do I have the same effect on him as he has on me? Or does he just need to talk to me because he thinks he knows what I’m going through?
“But not to change the subject, yes, It is difficult for me to make friends with women.” I couldn’t help but smile. „.which I’m attracted to.” He added after a moment. My voice got stuck, I didn’t know how to react.
“I didn’t expect to feel so free after admitting it out loud.” Our eyes met; a smile appeared on both of our faces. He gently ran his fingers over my cheek, stopping at my lips. “I always imagined this moment. But I didn’t believe it would come true.” I felt his breath close to my lips, but before I could react, his soft lips were touching mine. I found myself in a passionate kiss that left me breathless.
I felt chills run down my spine as his arms wrapped around my waist and before I could breathe, I was in his arms.
Without a word, we drew closer to each other, as if we were afraid to lose the intensity of the moment. I crossed my legs over him as if we were looking for each other, we couldn’t get enough of the other.
An incredible number of thoughts were running through my head, but none of them could settle long enough to distract me from this moment. He ran his hands into my hair and pulled me closer, holding me tight in his arms so I wouldn’t run away from him.
“Largo!” I heard a shout from a distance. “Come!” we both broke away from each other and watched as a big black dog ran towards us at an irreversible speed.
“Oh my god.” Did I say that out loud? I quickly stood up and walked away without a word. I could still feel his touches on my body, which I had dreamed about for years.
And they were even better than in my dreams.
“Put on that leather skirt! It looks very sexy.” I threw all the clothes I had packed behind me and thought about what to wear.
When I returned to my room, I found a message from my best friend to come to the next town, that she had just arrived on the island and wanted to go to a party that was held on the beach outside the town. During the day it is a luxury beach like in the Caribbean for families with children and in the evening, it turns into a beach party for young people, where the most famous DJs in the world play.
“You mean this green one?” I pulled out a piece of leather fabric that barely covers my ass when I put it on. But I must admit that it is very sexy. If only I had someone to be sexy for, right?
“Exactly the one! And that green lace underwear set. And guys will fuck you with their eyes!” Tamara giggled on the bed. She was already dressed, had her makeup done, and waited only for me.
“Throw it to me and let’s go.” I stretched my hand in front of me and started to take off my clothes. Tam and I were like sisters, so we didn’t play hide-and-seek when we changed, but I still didn’t feel comfortable with my skin, so I turned around.
“Hey, you got a text.You bitch!You didn’t tell me you have a boyfriend.” She suddenly squealed from behind me.“I didn’t mean to scare you. - T.”
If only he knew that it was the other way around. I didn’t want Tamara to know everything about him, because then our whole group would know, and they wouldn’t give me peace. So, I pretended that it was nothing.
“I don’t have a boyfriend.” I turned back just slightly to look at her, but she still had her head immersed in the phone. “He’s just an acquaintance. And he helped me today when I had a panic attack.” I fastened my bra and pulled the straps up over my shoulders. I pulled my panties up to half my thighs and as I stood, I pulled them up to my ass, where I let them slap my skin. I then put on black pumps while standing and pulled up the skirt over them. I had to fiddle with it a bit at the butt, but it surrounded all my curves beautifully. “I think I’m done. That bra is a beautiful bralet on its own, I’ll go just like this, what do you say?” I turned towards Tam and did a pirouette like a ballerina. And the fact, that just a few minutes before her message I almost had sex in public, she doesn’t need to know.
“But you have to throw something over your shoulders because the police will stop you for exposing yourself.” She threw a white shirt at me. “And you can take it down there.” She winked at me. “And I believe that you will go home with some guy in the evening.” She handed me the phone and opened the door to her apartment.
I shouldn’t have kissed her.
This thought ran through my head all evening. From the moment she ran away from me.
I scared her.
Definitely yes. That’s why she doesn’t reply to my messages. My God, I scared myself! She is a woman who is ten years younger than me. I have known her since I was a child. It’s all a bad dream.
But when... there should be no when. But it is. Even though I had never shown any interest in getting to know her more deeply, the hour we talked told me more about her than in all those ten years.
And then I had to spoil it by kissing her.
But the way she looked happy on that ship. Stretched out in a plain black bikini. She hid most of her body under the scarf, but when she turned over on her stomach, I had the opportunity to see her well-developed full ass and thighs.
And I had a lot to do to hide the growing junior from her parents.
Most guys need a visual to do that, for me, just a thought is enough.
A simple image of her lying in front of me on a deckchair and sunbathing. She runs her hands over her breasts, her fingers gently go under the bottom of her swimsuit. She teases me and himself. And that smile. Her smile is really beautiful. But there’s nothing more than a gentle parting of her lips with a sigh when her finger goes deeper than just the hem of her panties.
A simple thought and I have a hard-on in my pants again.
But now nothing prevents me from taking him out and satisfying myself.
I leaned back in the chair and pulled my pants down to mid-thighs, so I could pull him out and hold him tightly in my hands. I tilted my head back and let myself drift away with thoughts.
The first pull was enough for me to find myself in her mouth. She rested her hands on my thighs and ran her tongue all over my length. Gently strummed my tip with her teeth, and when she pulled me all into her mouth and held me there for a while, I thought I was going to cum. But as if she sensed it and quickly pulled me out again so she could pull me in again to the root, left me there, and pulled out. I put my hands in her hair and started pushing her down slowly to add speed. I felt her mouth loosen so she could take me in even deeper. I saw tears forming around her eyes, but she swallowed me as if her life was at stake. I felt that it would not take me much longer.
Women describe the feeling as being on a roller coaster. It takes you to the top and lets you go down with a loud scream, and if it’s a quality roller coaster, it can take you to the top at least two more times and bring you down twice in one ride.
We men only have it to one peak, but the fall down is much longer and steeper.
But as it was driving me to the top this time, I was stopped by the jingle of a message. I ran my right hand along the entire length while the other quickly opened a video message.
I only had to watch the first two seconds of the video, and I felt like I was falling down a steep hill. But I didn’t stop. I moved my hand up and down and watched the shot of my seed in front of me. And in my head, I just imagined how it landed on her ass in light green lace panties like in the video.
“I am fucked.” I let out a long sigh as if I couldn’t breathe. And played the video again.
Alexa was sitting on the bed, I saw how she leaned forward, exposed her naked ass to the camera, and slowly got up. I don’t know if it just seemed to me or if she did it on purpose, but she pulled up her panties even more slowly. And as she pulled up her skirt, I had a perfect view of her lips, which were wrapped in green lace.
And now tell me, what guy wouldn’t cum at the sight of that?
“Have you texted him yet?” we were standing at the bar getting ready for our second shot of tequila when she shot this question at me.
“To whom?” I pretended that I didn’t know who she was talking about. But the truth is that I couldn’t get him out of my head at all.
“Come on Alexa don’t make a fool of yourself. Maybe the alcohol goes to my head more than you, but we both know that you can’t get him out of your head, I’ve known you long enough to know that when you have him saved in your contacts, it’s not just some acquaintance.” She moved a glass of golden liquid, a crescent of orange and cinnamon to me.
“Fine, fine. But first, let’s have a drink before I decide to answer you.” I was already holding the shot in my hand.
“Well, it’s not. The two of us will have a drink now. And then you answer him. Not to me.” She poured some cinnamon on my hand, and herself, and handed the glass to my hand again. And I knew that this evening would end up either in the toilet bowl or in someone’s bed.
“Let’s have one more round before I decide to write him back.” I tried to convince her while delaying my conversation with Antony. And I didn’t even wait for her answer, I just waved at the bartender, but with my bright green bra and big breasts to look at, it was no problem to catch his attention.
“One more time ladies?” he winked at me and took another bottle of golden tequila in his hand. “This round will be on my account.” He moved the glasses with the orange towards us.
“That’s not fair at all,” Tamara whined next to me. “Look! He also left you a number.” She shoved a piece of paper with nine numbers to my hand.
“Then keep it.” I moved it towards her with a laugh on my lips. Fortified by another shot of tequila, I pulled out my phone, where another message flashed at me. “He’s asking where I am.” I turned the phone screen towards her but before I could stop my hand, the phone was ripped from my hand and her nimble fingers were tapping the answer.
“Now let’s pretend that I fully trust you and you’re not going to text him where I am.” I flipped sarcastically and tried to see through her fingers to see what words she chose.
“Look, he’s either going to turn out to be a great, sexy macho man and throw you over his shoulder and not let you out of his bed until morning, or you know he’s not the guy for you. Because we both know you love rough sex and guys who only smile and don’t know how to move their fingers properly don’t turn you on.” I should probably stop giving her alcohol. Because it unbelievably unties her tongue and in a moment, she will tell the whole disco here when I lost my virginity.
“Couldn’t you be louder?” I snatched the phone from her hand and hid it in my skirt. “This monologue of yours deserves at least two rounds of tequila. And if I turn around and see the bartender staring at me, it’s three rounds” I turned all red towards the bar, where I wanted to order again, but there were already six glasses in front of us and the bartender was just pouring the tequila shots with a smile.
“If he doesn’t come for you, I’ll be more than happy to throw you over my shoulder.” With a wink, he finished his last drink and went to the other end of the bar.
“I will kill you, Tamara. You really won’t survive this trip once.” I handed her a glass and tried to drown my embarrassment in alcohol.
I stood in the crowd and watched everyone flock towards the main stage. Cheers echoed down the beach and pieces of clothing began to fly from the crowd. But the closer I was to the stage, the clearer it became to me who was stirring up the crowd.
Alexa stood on stage wearing only a bra and a skirt that drove me crazy just a few hours ago. Her friend was kneeling at her feet, and they were both laughing and dancing to the rhythm of the song that was playing.
Alexa swayed to the beat, holding a bottle of prosecco and pouring it over her friend as she slowly slid her hands up her thighs towards her ass under the skirt. I saw how she squeezed her ass and then started pulling her hands down with Lexi’s panties, which she then threw into the crowd.
“Fuck.” I started to break up the crowd faster with my hands to get to the stage and stop it before she regretted it in the morning.
When I got a reply from her that only had her current location, I didn’t expect to find her drunk on the stage performing a striptease.
She only noticed that I was standing directly below her and staring at her when she started unbuttoning her bra. Her friend was running her tongue down her neck and her back was to me, so she didn’t notice me. But when Alex’s lips began to move, she turned with interest and smiled mischievously at me.
And it was immediately clear to me that where I would find them was not sent by Alexa but by her friend. I quickly reached behind Alexa, pulled her down, and slung her over my shoulder.
“Hey!” she screamed, slapping my ass with her hand. “Put me down!” She started kicking her legs and I felt her skirt rise higher and higher. Not that there was much material to move.
“Don’t move, because you’ll just show everyone what’s under your clothes!” I patted her ass in return and left my hand there. And let’s pretend that it was purely out of protective instincts.
“She likes it rough!” I heard her friend shout from the stage, while I made my way through the crowd to the car.
“You didn’t have to be this macho-man.” She folded her hands under her breasts, which only made them stand out more and my pants became even tighter, and they were like that the entire twenty-minute drive home. I parked, turned off the engine, and waited for the automatic gate to close behind us.
“I wonder if you would say in the morning if you woke up with a stranger in bed.” I barked back at her.
“And what if that’s exactly what I wanted.” She turned her whole body towards me, and I saw how one strap of her bra slipped down and revealed more than a little. “What if I’m just horny and all I wanted was to relax. Just because I danced on stage doesn’t mean I’m drunk and insane!” She waved her hands and breathed shallowly. I watched her chest rise and fall, searching for the right words. But they didn’t come.
The most reasonable thing that occurred to me was to reach for her and pull her closer with one grab and kiss her.
At first, I held her tightly, did not move my lips, and waited for her reaction. And when I felt her gently part her lips, I flipped her onto me, holding her bottom with one hand and her face with the other while I filled her mouth with my tongue. We both fought together, neither of us wanting to give way to the other.
I felt how she started to slowly sway on me, rubbing her crotch against mine. Ran her hands over my body, started to lift my shirt away from my body, but neither of us wanted to tear away from the other to take it off. I unbuttoned her bra with one hand and pulled it down, her breasts spilling out and rubbing against my chest.
When we both realized that the shirt was staying where it was, she moved to the waistband of the pants, first the buckle disappeared, then the button, and finally the zipper.
“Wait.” I wrapped my arm around her wrist and pulled away from her. “Fuck, I have condoms upstairs in my room.” I leaned back in my seat and tried to steady my breathing. But she seemed to get a second breath and immediately clung to my neck like a vampire.
“But not all activities require a condom.” She bit my skin, and I felt the seat automatically move to the back of the car. Her body slid down to her knees, and she started to free my penis from my pants with her hands, but there was no need to coax him much. He shot out like a rocket, hard as a rock. And when he was lost in the warmth of her mouth, I was glad I had invested in such a spacious car.
“Alexa.” My hands disappeared into her hair, and I let myself be carried away by the movements of her mouth and tongue. She was digging into my thighs with her hands, lifting and sliding up and down my entire length. “Alexa.” I felt my whole body tighten and I knew I wouldn’t last long even though I came not even an hour ago. I wanted to warn her, that not every woman is willing to swallow, but when I put my hands on her shoulders, she just leaned forward more, I felt her mouth loosen and she pulled me into the root. My tip hit the wall and that’s when it came. She ran her tongue over my vein and circled the entire thickness, and I felt myself squirting deep into her throat.
It was the first time that I felt a guy cum in my mouth. He was so thick and long that I ran my tongue along the vein where I felt his entire batch. I swallowed. I went over his entire length a few more times, while his hands ran through my hair.
“I told you not everything needs a condom.” I pulled myself up onto his lap and planted a quick kiss on his lips. He wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me closer. But that only caused me to rub my naked body against his penis. “But we’ll need him for this.” I winked at him.
“Just give me a second, you dragon.” He smiled but didn’t let me go. “And I won’t let you rest until morning.” He slammed his hips into me, which made me jump and squeal.
“Well, I’m curious.” I laughed. “I don’t believe you can have more than one orgasm. I have only one at a time.″
“Challenge accepted.” He grinned. “When I give you more orgasms than you give me, you will come to dinner with me.”
“And if I manage to do you more times than you do me?”
“I will grant you one wish.”
I watched as she jumped out of the car and took off her bra. She stood in front of the car’s headlights and held it above her head like a car race.
“One!” she unzipped her skirt with her other hand.
“Two!” she gently shook her ass and pulled the skirt down half her ass.
“Three!” now she added her hand with the bra and pulled the skirt under her ass, she was slightly bent, so I could only see her breasts gently swaying in the air. She never took her eyes off mine.
I saw how her lips slightly parted at the word Go and her skirt fell to the ground. She slowly turned her back to me, so that I had a view of her beautiful ass, which she thrust into the lights once more and ran towards the pool.
I gave her a few minutes to process the whole thing, or back out of the whole situation, which will happen between us in a few minutes. I decided to go to the house first, from where I had a perfect view of the pool, which was lit by dim light, and I could watch her drift on the surface of the water. Completely naked. I poured myself a glass of the most expensive whiskey I had here at the bar and walked slowly to the door that led to the terrace.
I heard the splash of water and the body falling below the surface. I expected him to pull me under the water, but I only felt him grab my hips with his hands and pull me to him.
He dropped me at the edge of the pool, on the top step, keeping his hands on my sides and looking at my shape with his eyes. Maybe he was quietly asking me for my consent, maybe he just liked my eyes, but I still felt calm inside. I started to gently move my knees apart to give him a subtle sign of approval. But he still asked me, “Alexa, are you sure?” He didn’t break eye contact with me for even a second.
“Yes.”
I didn’t even have time to answer, and I saw how he leaned over me, half of our bodies were still in the water, and he started exploring my body with kisses. And since I left my clothes in front of his car, there was no fabric preventing him from doing so.
He started first at the neck and gradually worked his way to the breasts, and lower abdomen and came across my hot clitoris. First one side of the thigh, then the other. His tongue left a wet trail to the clitoris.
Gasps of excitement escaped my mouth as he added his fingers to his tongue. At first, he only gently pumped with his fingers, but when he added his tongue, I felt my arousal rising higher and higher, I started to thrust my pelvis into his mouth to make him speed up.
“Tony...” his name came out of my mouth; I buried my hands in my hair and pulled hard as the orgasm began to break through me.
“I think we’ll move it to the bedroom.” I heard the splash of water as he got up the stairs, felt his hands under my ass as he lifted me into his arms. I put my legs around his waist, my arms around his neck, and pressed my lips to his neck. “Alexa...I won’t fucking last like this.” I heard him mumbling to himself as he walked up the stairs. With a smile on my lips, I clung even more until I flew and landed on the bed.
Before I remembered where I was, he was standing in front of me, his hands resting on the bedposts. Only now did I notice that he was wearing only his pants, unbuttoned the way I left them in the car, and water dripping from the material to the carpet.
He kept a playful grin on his lips and ran his eyes over my body. I now had a better opportunity to look at him. I didn’t notice it on the ship, but he had a tattoo on his ribs on the side of his chest. And he had a piercing in his right nipple! How come I didn’t notice it during the day?
“Put your hands behind your head and your feet apart.” Do you think it works on women? Because if yes, then not on me. “Alexa.” Did I hear a growl?
“And what will you do if I won’t listen?” I deliberately pulled my legs closer together and put my hands on my breasts. “I’m not much for orders.” I grinned back.
He didn’t answer me. He just put his hands on the edges of his pants and pulled them down. And while his pants were falling, his cock jumped up. I’ve seen him before. My God, I had it in my mouth, so why was I so amazed by it now? I felt the heat starting to spread between my legs and I instinctively rubbed them together.
“I won’t let you cum.” He reached towards me and grabbed my ankles. “And not by yourself.” And he rolled me onto my stomach.
My hands flew up in the air and front of me, my knees hitting the mattress. A double muffled scream escaped my mouth as I landed on my face and Tony’s hand on my ass.
“Hands forward, ass up.” I felt his hands crawling up my legs, going under my stomach, and pulling me to him. This time I did not protest. “So, you don’t like orders huh?” He ran his hand between my legs, and I heard him slide two fingers into me. “So why are you so wet?” he thrust along with my scream.
“Fuck, Alexa.” I thrust my fingers harder as I felt her start to shake. I started massaging her ass with my other hand as I remembered that Theo had given me his newest toy from the studio.
“Alexa, do you trust me?” you could see that she was taken aback by the question, but it didn’t take long for her to answer me.
“Yes.” She turned her head to me. “I trust you.”
I pulled my fingers out of her and licked off all the juices that she left on me. “Put your head down on your hands and close your eyes.” I roughly squeezed her ass and watched her lips tighten. She liked it rough, huh?
I stepped back from the bed and watched her for a while from a distance. She was kneeling there in all her beauty, her ass sticking up in the air and I just watched as she started breathing shallowly from nervousness. But she didn’t turn around. Not even once.
I went to the wardrobe on the other side of the room and took the camera and condoms out of my luggage. I threw them on the bed next to Alexa and started attaching the camera just above her knees. She didn’t say a word. Her breathing quickened even more. While I was setting up the camera, I quickly put on a condom.
I started massaging her ass with my hands, I ran my fingers between her lips, which were completely soaked. I listened to only soft moans coming from her throat and watched the movement of her hips along with my fingers. The faster I massaged her clit,the faster and louder she started thrusting into my hand. I kept massaging her ass with my other hand, sometimes stronger, sometimes softer. With each moan, I gently slapped her pussy to watch her reaction, but each time she just slammed into me more and the moans were louder.
“So, your friend was right huh?” I jabbed two fingers into her. “Do you like it hard?” I slapped her ass again.
“Tony, please…” I felt her ass move more in my direction.
“What are you asking for? Tell me.” I thrust harder and started massaging the clitoris with my thumb.
“Ah!” I watched as she stretched her arms in front of her, trying to hold back her screams. As the orgasm starts to pass through her only from my fingers. I felt on my fingers how her walls tighten around me, how her clitoris pulsates. I kept thrusting into her, continuing to massage her clit until I heard her scream and she started thrusting with me as a sudden wave of wetness washed over me.
I slowly pulled both fingers out of her and watched as the white liquid spilled on my hand, the other ran down her lips, over her thighs. Damn, she just sprayed me all over.
“Fuck, Alexa.” I ran that hand down my entire length, pumped a few times, and moved closer to her pussy. At first, I just went from the outside between the lips. Coated myself in her juices.
“Antony.”
“Yes?” I stopped.
“Please, fuck me. Please. Hard. I love it hard.” Shit! I didn’t expect that. I love hard sex. I love different toys in bed. But I’ve never had a woman ask me to. They all always pretended that they loved it, that they didn’t mind the scarf over their eyes, and that I should grab them around the neck, but every time it came to hard sex, they backed out and I ended up being accused of being a sadist.
I grabbed her hips and pulled her closer. “Gladly.” I aimed and thrust. “Give me your hands.” I grabbed her wrists and began thrusting. She was so tight! I felt how she pulled me in and squeezed me from all sides. And the fact that she had an orgasm just a few minutes ago made her even tighter. I watched my entire length disappear inside her and already knew that I wouldn’t last long, even though I had two orgasms in the last two hours. Only our loud moans and the slapping of skin against skin echoed through the room. I felt her juices running down my balls and that’s when I felt the first pull in my lower abdomen.
“Alexa...” I let go of one of her hands and ran my fingers over the outside of her clit. I started massaging her at the same pace as I was thrusting into her when I heard her moans quicken. I let go of her other hand and slapped her ass. I started massaging her rear hole with my thumb when she started screaming.
But I didn’t need her screams to know she was at the peak. I felt how she pulled my cock with her walls and how her cunt was pulsing with orgasm. And that threw me overboard. I sped up my thrusts, feeling myself squirt my load into the condom.
“One more Alexa.” I kept thrusting. “Give me one more.” I took her under her stomach with one hand and pulled her up the mountain. I replaced my cock with my fingers and held her under her neck with my other hand.
“I can’t anymore.” She tossed from side to side. She ran her hands over my body. “I can’t.”
“But you can. You can handle one more.” I ran my tongue down her neck to her earlobes, which I bit into. I continued to pump into her with my fingers, massaging her clit with my thumb and I felt her peak again. “Yes, Alexa. You’re already there, give it to me.” I bit her neck as a scream escaped her and I felt her creaming my fingers.
