I growled at her words and pulled her body harder against me. My hands found her magnificent ass, and I groped her perfect cheeks unashamedly. Her moans and gasps fueled my libido as I ground my cock between her legs. I needed to be inside her but knew we only had a few seconds. Amanda’s body convulsed suddenly, and she bit into my shoulder as she let out a muffled scream.
Amanda must have been as close to climax as I was.
“Holy shit,” Amanda groaned, burying her face into my shoulder. “I am so sorry.”
“It’s fine,” I assured her, hugging her trembling body tight.
Craig was banging at the door now, and I was worried it would draw the attention of one of the girls. I didn’t mind if Emily, Mel, or Erica came out, but it could very well be one of their friends. And Amanda and I were in a very, very precarious position.
“I need to go clean up,” Amanda said. “Can you let him in, in a minute?”
“Sure thing,” I winked.
I watched Amanda walk to the base of the stairs and slowly ascend. It seemed she had been taking notes from Erica, because the added sway to her hips entranced me. I couldn’t stop staring at her world-star ass, even when she stopped and looked over her shoulder at me. Her dazzling smile won out, though, and I fell in love with her all over again.
“Come to my room tonight,” Amanda said, then vanished upstairs.
I waited another minute before opening the door.
“Sorry, Craig, must have locked behind you,” I said.
“Where did Amanda go?” he asked, stepping inside.
“To clean up before dinner,” I replied.
“Alright, well, I’m gonna take off,” Craig said. “I’m not too keen on getting another grilling. Good luck with Jen tonight.”
The fact that he took off without even saying goodbye to Amanda would have usually put me in a bad mood, but now I didn’t care. Craig was done, and it looked like I’d finally get the night with Amanda that was teased on my first night here.
I made myself scarce for the remainder of the evening, choosing the solitude of my flat while the girls entertained their friends in the main house. I wasn’t sure if they were actually having a sleepover or not, but when it rolled over to 9:00 pm without any sign of our guests leaving, I started to realise that visiting Amanda in her room may not be feasible.
I pulled my phone out and texted Amanda, asking if she wanted to come to my room since we’d have more privacy.
“Where’s the fun in that?” Amanda replied with a selfie that showed nothing but also told me she was completely naked.
It would be a risk, but she would be worth it.
I left my phone behind after locking my flat before returning to the main house. The girls had all moved inside for the night, and I could see the light on in Amanda’s room from her second-floor terrace that overlooked the pool. The door to her balcony was opened, the curtains fluttering with a soft breeze.
Amanda had issued a challenge with that selfie, and I was beginning to see how the risk of being caught turned her on. I would have bet my harem of sexy women on Amanda leaving that door open for me.
I glanced around quickly to ensure no one was around; then, I jumped to grab hold of the terrace. My fingers brushed the edge, but I couldn’t get a firm enough hold to pull myself up. I spied one of the outdoor chairs and pulled it over. I pressed down on the chair a few times to test its durability-I didn’t want it to break apart while standing on it. Once I was satisfied I wouldn’t eat shit immediately, I climbed onto the chair and quickly found a solid grip on the terrace railing.
All my time at the gym paid off at this moment when I easily pulled myself up, hooked my right arm over the top railing, and pulled myself completely onto the terrace. I landed with a no-so-graceful thud, but I doubted anyone in the house would have heard.
I couldn’t see into the room past the billowing curtain, so I stepped in, ready to announce myself so as not to frighten Amanda. I wanted to surprise her, but I didn’t want something thrown at me or for her to scream. That would make our situation complicated to explain to the girls downstairs.
My eyes scanned the room after brushing the curtain aside. The room was dark, with only the flickering of candles to illuminate the room. Amanda knelt on her bed facing me, a sultry look in her eyes and a sexy smile creeping across her lips.
“Hey,” Amanda smiled.
“Hey,” I replied.
Amanda straightened, giving me a better view of her outfit choice. Thigh-high socks covered her long legs. Her panties looked like tiny shorts that seemed to be on strike when it came to covering anything except for the bare essentials. Her top of choice was odd, but the longer I looked, the more I liked it. Amanda wore a thick, long-sleeve sweater of white wool. The neck was wide and hung down one shoulder, giving me a view of her ample breasts beneath-which bounced in a way that told me she wasn’t wearing a bra-and the bottom of the garment both hid and teased at her fantastic figure and hips beneath.
I ripped my shirt over my head and was on the bed in record time. Amanda’s arms wrapped around me as I pulled her to me by her hips. Our bodies pressed together as we knelt on the bed, and our tongues danced as we kissed passionately.
Footsteps outside Amanda’s room sounded, followed by a knock at her door. The door handle twisted a second later, but it was locked.
“What?” Amanda called out.
“Are you okay, Manda?” asked Mel.