Robin awoke to the sensation of smooth sheets, too smooth to be hers, against her naked skin. She was generally used to much colder temperatures first thing in the morning, attending a New England college. Her sleepy mind and half-opened eyes struggled to make sense of the warmth, pervasive and thick. Then she remembered her current location: Panama City Beach, Florida, during the bohemian Spring Break season.
At least that explained the temperature, but it still took minute to remember whose bed she was in. Not only were the sheets not her own—they were far too luxurious—but she was sleeping in the nude, not a habit of hers. Still trapped in her half-dream state, she shifted and slipped imperceptibly against the fabric, relishing the silky grit against her warm flesh, a pure sensory joy detached from emotion. It just felt good.
Relatively speaking, it wasn't long at all before Robin remembered to look for a boy in the bed. And there he was... Brian. So much space separated them in the king size bed, but she didn't feel isolated. On the contrary, she suspected she'd been sleeping for several long, uninterrupted hours, and that she had Brian and the bed to thank for it. Such would not have been the case back in her hotel room.
Their love-making had been a workout, though not extreme. Certainly the exertion had prepared her for a long nap, but also, Brian made her feel safe. Her first fully conscious thought was to wonder if she'd put him off by dozing so quickly. Surely he'd expected more fun than just a single go in the sack. Perhaps he wouldn't mind being awakened in a slightly carnal fashion.
Robin leered over Brian to see the digital clock on his nightstand. It read 4:30 in the morning. She was surprised. Why did the room seem to glow with the soft light of morningtime? A powerful white streetlamp just outside the villa was the culprit, bathing Brian's room in a soft glow like moonlight on speed. The light and its effect on the room further heightened the fairy tale ambiance of the event. This was as close to a waking dream as she would ever come.
No decision, just instinct, compelling her fingertips to reach out for Brian's bare shoulder blade. He did not wake. Robin slid closer, as the sheets wiped across her breasts, making her nipples hard. She made an effort to push her brain deeper into the groggy state of barely-awake, falling in love with the dreamy quality of the moment. At last she lay curled up behind Brian, her naked body pressed against his, rocking her torso like a boat on the water so her tits flowed across his strong back muscles. She wrapped one leg over his knees, moving her toes across his calves. Every breath in her lungs was deep and soothing like sweet schnapps.
"Wha..." Brian's head snapped up sleepily. His brown hair appeared jet-black in the dark room.
"Shhhhhhh." Robin blew warm air across Brian's ear. He smelled a little like salt and sweat, an aroma which pervaded the entire town. Lovers everywhere, mostly in their twenties, had just spent the long night grappling in the dark as she had, some with friends, most with strangers, exuding the sweet stench of copulation out across the gulf waters like a tide. Robin considered Brian both a stranger and a friend. She wondered if others would make the distinction, then quickly shunted the idea aside. Value judgments would wait until the light of day.
Slowly, Brian turned his body until he lay on his back. Robin, with her leg still curled around his, felt her inner thigh pressing against the boy's sleepy penis, which was impressive even in its placid state. She inhaled at the touch of his genitals. Once again acting on instinct, she tasted the skin of his shoulder, lapping at it with her tongue, spreading her warm saliva down to his neck. She moved her open palm across his strong chest, circling a fingertip around his nipples.
Brian came alive. He buried his hand in her hair and pulled her face toward his, then kissed her smoothly, a sleepy kiss, free of obligation or reservation, transmitting only one message: I want you.
His hands moved like butter across her torso and tummy, as he turned his body toward hers. Robin moaned as he kissed her neck muscles, pressing his lips hard against her flesh. He grabbed her ass tenderly, and she felt the first twinge of craving in her vagina, the moisture welling up at the entrance until a single drop slid down her leg and onto the sheets. Robin kissed Brian hard in response, rewarding the inside of his mouth with her tongue.
The lovers kissed and hugged for several long minutes, moving their hands slowly across one another, using their legs to stimulate the genitals, almost like a dance. At last Brian moved his hands up to Robin's rib cage and held her in place as he covered her breast with his mouth. "Ahh..." Robin gasped, her lips and teeth parted, as all her pretty brown hair fell across her face. She struggled to hold still as Brian touched the goosebumps of her areola with the tip of his tongue, persuading the center stone to swell and harden. Once the nipple was hard, Brian sucked her gently, pulling the stone between his teeth, holding it in place as he continued to lick. Then he moved his fingers up to her other breast to keep the second nipple from feeling neglected. He rubbed tenderly with a single fingertip, across and around, then pinched it against his thumb, all the while sucking the first with his mouth.
Robin's pussy throbbed warm and wet. She knew the cream now covered Brian's abdomen as she squeezed against him, writhing with pleasure. Her hand moved down to Brian's penis, already hard against her legs, and not just hard but thick and twitching. She stroked him once and felt his reaction in his mouth, as he sucked her nipple harder. The pre-cum dripped from his dickhead, and she covered her palm in it as she jerked him off. Looking for more lubricant, she fingered her own pussy, finding the lips swollen and her clitoris hard enough to protrude from the hood, then returned her juicy fingers back to his dick. Her fist moved sloppily down Brian's eight-inch cock, so thick that her fingers almost didn't fit around it.
Brian bucked his hips as he fucked Robin's hand. He returned the favor, moving his hand between her legs. Robin instinctively lifted one leg, exposing her crotch to him. His two fingers drove effortlessly into her, and she squeezed them with her vagina. Brian's mouth moved to her sternum, licking up and down her chest as they got one another off. Their hands made slow movements, exploring the other's privates in a patient fashion, stimulating almost as a side-effect.
Robin moved her body down, further under the sheet, until the tip of the boy's cock barely touched her labia. Her breathing sped up, as did Brian's. A shiver went down her body, and she held onto Brian looking to calm her nerves. She felt him reach under her leg, rubbing her flesh up to her bottom, calming her. At last she licked her dry lips, held her breath and scooted down further on the bed, inviting the gratuitously thick head into her pussy. A thick dollop of cream spilled across her leg.
