I want you to enter that amateur contest tomorrow night.”
he said. I was almost shocked back to reality. But I
decided to promise him anything, whether I would actually
do anything was another story. His hand had once again
slid up my dress and was stroking me.
“Okay, I’ll do it, just give me relief.” I told him.
He picked up the pace a bit and I finally came. But he
kept working his finger in and out.
When we arrived back at the hotel, I was ready to
come again. He pulled his hand out though. We walked to
the elevator. I could see a stain on the front of my
dress. I couldn’t believe how hot and bothered I was,
especially after having had so much sex that weekend.
Luckily, we didn’t run into anyone. When we entered the
elevator, Craig pulled his zipper down and ordered me to
suck him. I obediently dropped to my knees and pulled
his cock out. I engulfed the head with my mouth,
unconcerned that it was a glass elevator (the glass was
smoked so it was unlikely anyone could have seen anything
anyway). Craig may have talked a good game, but he was
not totally unaffected by our night out. He was rock
hard. When we reached our floor, we quickly ran to the
room (Craig didn’t even zip back up).
Craig was all over me as soon as the door closed.
We didn’t even remove our clothing. I just hiked my
skirt and Craig later untied my halter to get access to
my breasts. Craig dropped his pants and undershorts to
the floor and pulled me down to the carpet. He entered
me hurriedly, as I raises my legs over his head onto his
back. This was exactly what I needed. He pumped
furiously into me. It reminded me of he couple we had
witinessed the night before. I came and kept coming.
Craig finally shot deep into me and we both just laid
spent on the floor.
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Fucking on the floor
Thursday, November 29th, 2007My turn
Friday, November 23rd, 2007 “What are we doing here?’ I asked.
“I thought that since you had stimulation all night,
now it was my turn.” he replied.
“I don’t want to go in there, I want to go back to
the room.” I whined.
“Why do you want to go back there when the night is
still young?”, he teased. He wanted me to say it.
“I want you to fuck me, fuck me hard and often NOW!”
I answered.
“But what about me? You’ve had all night to get hot
and bothered and I want to have a little fun now.” he
said.
“I’ll do anything you want as long as you take me
back to the room NOW!” I was running out of patience.
“Anything?” he teased.
“Anything!” I replied.
“Okay, but I want you to do something special for
me.” he gave me an evil grin. I was to hot to notice and
just nodded my head. He started the car and headed back
to the hotel. “I want you to help me live out a fantasy.
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Monday, November 19th, 2007
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Sunday evening, we went out to eat again (we had a three day weekend so we wouldn't have to head back until Monday evening). I had on a white halter dress. Craig was being most attentive. At the restaurant, his hand slid under my dress and he caressed my thighs. I was having a hard time eating my salad as his finger wormed under my panties and entered me. He would discreetly remove his hand from under my dress whenever the waitress approached. After she cleared the salads away, I excused myself and went to the ladies room. I could plainly see how flushed I looked in the mirror. I removed my soaking panties and put them in my purse. Craig rose when I returned to the table and helped me with my seat. Sitting, his hand quickly discovered the reason for my little trip and his face lit up with a smile. After dinner had been cleared away (I can't even remember what I had!), the waitress asked if we would like dessert. Craig teases me by not removing his hand for her final visit and said that we were going to go somewhere else for dessert. When we got in the car, Craig's hand once again slipped up my dress. My excitement was overpowering. I just wanted release. I could smell myself in the confined space of the car as he drove. His fingers kept teasing my clit, but always stopping short of giving me release. I was tempted to reach down and finish myself off. Craig pulled the car into a parking lot. I looked up expecting to see the hotel, and was surprised to see that we were near the edge of the strip. He had driven us back to the strip joint that we had seen as we drove in. I didn't particularly want to go in, in fact, all I wanted was to go back to the room and fuck.free threesome gallery
Scrambled eggs
Sunday, November 4th, 2007I woke Sunday morning to a glorious feeling. Craig was between legs, lightly tonguing my pussy. I kept my eyes closed and just enjoyed the sensations in a half awake, half asleep state. He tongued me for over fifteen minutes before my moaning gave me away. I finally opened my eyes and watched him continue his work. I said, "Now!" and he rose above me. Where the other sex had turned into raw animal passion, this was slow, unhurried lovemaking. He slid into me gently. We kept up the slow pace for over a half hour. Almost imperceptibly, the pace picked up. Finally, we both came and just laid in each others arms. What a way to awake. It was already noon before we left the room. We grabbed a bite to eat and went back to the beach. Later, we walked by the dune that we had used last night. Craig held my hand tight.fucking teenage sluts
