I watched, silently, sliding my boxers down and freeing my cock. Watching her pleasure herself was incredibly arousing. I wondered what she was imagining.
Suddenly her eyes opened and she was looking right at me. She yanked her hand up. She realized that I had been watching her and was clearly self-conscious. Then she noticed where my hand was; she saw the tent that I was pitching under the sheet. Without breaking eye contact, she slowly moved her hand back down between her legs. Before long, we were both stroking ourselves again, looking at each other. This went on for a good five minutes.
Stephanie was the first to up the ante. She slid the sheet up over her hips, giving me a clear view of her hand and pussy. She had no panties on. Her pussy was well-trimmed but not bare. After staring for a while, I returned the favor and moved my own sheet off. My cock was now completely exposed and stood upright like a flagpole. As I stroked it, Stephanie stared, transfixed. Her own pace quickened.
After a few minutes, she stopped stroking herself for a moment and lifted her tank top up over her breasts, giving me a full and unobstructed view of them. She then resumed stroking herself with her right hand. With her left, she caressed her own breasts. I didn’t think I could ever be more aroused than I had been earlier in the night, but I was wrong. This was so unreal, so unbelievably hot.
I wanted to come very badly and was about to give in to the urge when Stephanie suddenly stopped what she was doing, swung her feet off the bed, and stood up. I watched as she slowly walked away, toward the bathroom, her naked ass swaying as she walked. I didn’t know what she was doing and was a little disappointed that our masturbatory session had ended so abruptly. Then she stopped and looked over her shoulder at me. The look was unmistakable. She wanted me to follow her.
This was a dramatic escalation. What we were doing up to this point was relatively innocent. But if I followed her into that bathroom, well, that was something else entirely. But at that point I wasn’t really thinking with my brain. I was too aroused, too far gone for rational thought. A moment later, I was walking toward the bathroom.
Once I stepped through the door, things happened fast. She was completely naked now, her shirt lying on the floor. A moment later, so was mine, and we were kissing, urgently, frantically. I grabbed her by the ass and lifted her up onto the sink counter. And before I could even process what was happening, my cock was buried deep inside her pussy. It was the first time in over 13 years that I’d been inside someone other than Lara, and I’m not going to lie, it felt wonderful. Subtly different than what I was used to, but in a way that’s hard to describe. I was kissing her passionately, cupping her breasts, and drilling into her, all at the same time. There was a mirror behind her and another immediately to her left, which gave me all sorts of angles to take in the action Stephanie, like me, was beyond aroused. She was breathing heavy and doing her best to stifle her squeals.
I knew I wasn’t going to last long, but it was clear I wouldn’t have to. She was nearly there. But I wanted to end it with a bang. I lifted her down from the counter until she was standing and then spun her around. She put her hands on the counter and lifted her ass towards me. I plowed my cock back into her from behind, causing a squeal to escape. I leaned forward, cupping both of her breasts with my hands. I was furiously fucking her at this point and we were both staring into the mirror in front of us, transfixed by the sheer animalism of the show we were putting on.
Stephanie finally broke the silence, speaking for the first time since we’d noticed each other on the bed. She whispered, “Oh god, Jake, I’m almost there… oh god, I want you to come inside me.” Something about the lust in her voice, especially after all that silence, just pushed me over the edge. I came hard, letting everything go inside of her. That, in turn, seemed to do the trick for her, because as soon as I let it go, I could feel the spasm of her orgasm. “Oh fuuuckk” she whispered, as her face contorted in pleasure.
After we’d caught our breath, I pulled out. Stephanie straightened up and turned around, putting her arms around my neck. She smiled, then leaned in and kissed me on the lips, whispering “that was amazing, Jake.” After a brief pause, she added “let’s keep this to ourselves for now.”
I nodded, undoubtedly betraying some of the rush of guilt I was now feeling. Reading my expression, she tried to be reassuring, “don’t worry, we’ll find a way to make this right with them.” I had no idea what she meant by that, but I just nodded. Then we gathered ourselves and quietly snuck back into the main room. Thankfully, Lara and Bryan were still sound asleep.
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The next morning, when we woke up and started getting ready, it felt like everything that had happened the night before had been a dream. None of it seemed real. And none of us said or did anything to acknowledge it. It was like it never happened. We had a leisurely breakfast and then wandered along the beach, eventually pairing off.
As I walked with Lara down the beach, she was being very affectionate, holding my hand, stopping to kiss me. Eventually she acknowledged the elephant in the room. “I can’t believe what we did last night.”
“I know” I replied, thinking that she didn’t know the half of it.
“Do you think it’s going to be weird now, being around them?”
“I don’t think it has to be, no” I lied. How could it not be?
“You know, I don’t regret it,” she said. “That was the hottest thing I’ve ever experienced.”
“Yeah me too,” I said, kissing her on the forehead, but I was thinking about what happened in the middle of the night.