I didn’t know what Bryan was thinking, but if he was like me, he was trying to come to grips with the fact that he’d have to wait another day to get any sexual release. In order to make things more fun on the vacation, Lara and I had deliberately avoided sex for the last two weeks, which was a really long time by our standards. And even more unprecedented, I hadn’t masturbated during that time either. So I was a bundle of pent up sexual energy, and an afternoon and evening of staring at beautiful women in bikinis had only added fuel to the fire.
When Stephanie came out of the bathroom, she was wearing a blue tank top and short pajama shorts. What caught my attention immediately, though, was the fact that she was not wearing a bra. Not that I would have expected her to wear a bra to bed, but without it, the outlines of her breasts and nipples were clearly visible through the thin cotton. I could feel my cock stirring and had to cover my lower half beneath the sheets to avoid potential embarrassment.
Lara came out a few minutes later, dressed similarly to Stephanie in a tank top (yellow in her case) and short pajama shorts. Having smaller breasts and a thicker shirt, though, Lara didn’t look quite as exposed as Stephanie. I wasn’t sure if I was happy about that or not.
After a little more chit chat, we turned off the TV and the lights and curled into bed. The night air was a comfortable temperature, so we had opened the screened windows and turned off the AC. The sound of the ocean outside was persistent and soothing. But it did little to calm my now raging erection.
Lara had curled onto her right side, facing Bryan and Stephanie’s bed, clearly content to go to sleep. I was on her left. I turned onto my side as well, facing her back, and quietly reached my hands out to touch her hips and ass, which were sticking out towards me. At first she didn’t react, but as I continued to caress her, she seemed to understand what I had in mind and reached back to slap one of my hands away. Not so easily deterred, my hand shot back to its place on her ass a moment later. Slowly I moved my hips closer to hers until my erection was pressing up against her ass, through my boxers. At that point, she turned her head and whispered “sorry, buddy, that’s going to have to wait until tomorrow.”
I ignored her and began slowly rubbing my erection up and down against the crack of her ass. She turned her head again and whispered “are you crazy? they’ll hear!”
I finally responded, whispering back “not if we’re quiet; the ocean is pretty loud.” I continued to slowly rub my cock against her ass.
She whispered, “stop Jake,” but for the first time I could hear in her voice that she was actually entertaining the idea, debating how much resistance she was going to mount. So I just kept going, rubbing my cock against her and using my hands to caress her body, including her breasts. I kissed her gently on the neck.
Interpreting her silence as acquiescence, I slowly began to slip her shorts down over her hips. When she lifted her hips slightly to make my job easier, I knew her resistance had crumbled. She was going to let this happen. Quietly, I continued sliding her shorts down her legs and she kicked them off her feet. She was wearing no panties, so she was now naked from the waist down (albeit under the covers). I quickly slid off my boxers, freeing my rock hard cock, which came to rest against her ass. I grabbed my cock in my hand and slowly began rubbing the tip against her opening and up toward her clitoris, back and forth. Despite her early protestations, I could feel she was wet already. I wanted to tease her a bit, though, really make her want this too. So kept rubbing the tip of my cock against her, not penetrating. After a while, she began moving her hips, a sure sign that she was enjoying this.
Not having the will power to wait any longer, I lined up my cock and slowly guided it inside her. It slid in easily, silently, and soon I was thrusting in and out, with my hands on her hips, trying to make as little noise as possible. We continued that way for several minutes. I wondered what Stephanie and Bryan would think if they knew we were fucking less than 10 feet away from them.
Then we both stopped abruptly. We’d both heard a noise, something that sounded like the rustling of sheets, and I think Lara (like me) initially assumed that we were making the noise. But we had both stopped moving and the noise continued. I lifted my head a little to look over Lara and toward the other bed. It was pretty dark in the room, but my eyes had now adjusted and I could see Bryan’s back. He too was on his side, facing away from us. But I could tell that his hips were moving. The rustling sound was coming from them.
I whispered to Lara, “I think they’re fucking too.” She had no doubt come to the same conclusion, probably before I did. She didn’t say anything, though, she just reached her hand back and touched my ass, clearly encouraging me to resume fucking her, which I was more than happy to do.
In light of the sounds coming from the other bed, I was less concerned with our own noise level, and began thrusting more vigorously. I also reached around and began stroking Lara’s clit with my left hand. We were both really into it at this point, incredibly turned on by the whole situation, and after a few minutes, it occurred to me that we had to be making as much or more noise than they were. Sure enough, when I raised my head again to look over at the other bed, I saw that they had changed positions. Stephanie was now on the side closest to us, looking in our direction, and Bryan was behind her. They were clearly still fucking, in a mirror image position to ours. For a moment, Stephanie and I locked eyes. Her eyes were full of lust; it was an expression not remotely like any I’d ever seen on this shy, polite girl, the kind of expression only a lover ever gets to see. No doubt seeing the same thing in my eyes, she quickly looked away, not yet sure what to make of this sudden and unexpected intimacy. I wondered if Lara and Bryan had shared a similar awkward moment.
As it was now clear to both couples what the other was doing, all of us stopped trying be quiet and began to move more freely under the sheets. The distinctive slapping sounds of sex could be heard from both ends of the room, and both Lara and Stephanie let out an occasional little moan. After about a minute of this, I heard a different kind of movement on the other bed and looked over to see Bryan pulling Stephanie on top until she was straddling him. She was still wearing her tank top and the sheets still covered her from the waist down, but she put her hands on Bryan’s chest and began riding him, grinding her hips against him and occasionally looking over at us. The form of her nipples was clearly visible through her shirt.