We lay on our own beds in the small hotel room promising we ..

We lay on our own beds in the small hotel room promising we wouldn’t touch each other.

It was so hot out that we wore almost nothing, and the urge to move or get dressed had long since left us. She had a light sheet covering her body; her tanned skin was visible through the thin cotton. I longed for the breeze that occasionally rustled the curtains through the open window.

“Who are you thinking about?” she asked.

“The blonde waitress. The lifeguard. The girl at the front desk. I don’t know. I think I want all of them. How about you?”

“The boy with the lawnmower and no shirt. He’s going to fuck me until I cry.”

I was hard in an instant and my bathing suit did little to cover it. I thought it might even matter until I heard a soft moan escape her lips as she slid a hand between her thighs. I undid the drawstring, my palm pressing against my erection at the same time.

“I want to bend her over the desk and fuck her while everyone watches,” I whispered.

“I want to fuck him on this bed,” she moaned, pushing the sheet off her naked body. “Just like this.” She arched her back and her fingers were a blur. My shorts were gone a second later and my cock was so hard I could feel every inch of skin stretched to its limits. When I looked at her again she was staring at me and neither of us said a word. I used both hands as I watched.

The breeze was gone. The sheets were gone. And then she turned to me, her legs falling off the bed and her thighs opening. I stared in awe, my hands stopping without thinking. And then I was standing and walking towards her even as she closed her eyes and pushed three fingers inside her cunt.

I was close enough to hear every sound that escaped her lips. I jerked myself off furiously as I watched her, and when she finally opened her eyes it was nearly over.

“I’m going to come,” she moaned.

“Me too,” I said, taking one step closer to her bed.

“Come on me,” she whispered, a hint of sudden shyness flickering across her gaze.

And then we were coming, our fantasies lost in our minds and mixed in with fresh cut grass and the smell of the ocean. She clenched around her fingers as I came on her breasts and stomach, and it was all I could do to keep standing.

When I finally collapsed it was back onto my own bed. She watched me as she rubbed my come into her skin, and I shook as my muscles gave way.

“I want to watch you get fucked,” I finally said.

“Oh, god,” she whispered. Her hand moving back between her legs and her eyes closing once more in the hot afternoon sun.