I had never fucked a married woman before, let alone one whose husband was snoring in a drunken slumber in the next room, separated only by the very wall our bed was slamming against. And as my raging cock exploded cum into her melting pussy, I had to wonder if she would let my juices flow out from the depths of her cunt and stain his bed.
This afternoon I had seen her outside the cabin next to mine. She was wearing a pink tiny bikini whose top strained to contain her magnificent breasts. The cooling breezes from the beach had called her nipples to attention and they were fighting to burst out of their tight home. Her legs were tanned and smooth and, like the rest of her body, were that lovely golden hue so many Asian women have. As my eyes moved up her shapely, long legs past her barely concealed crotch over her boobs and to her face, I noticed that not only was she gorgeous, but that she was clearly looking at me staring at her body. I was sufficiently embarrassed by my lecherous behavior and pretended to read. When I looked up between pages, she was still looking my way, and this time she was smiling a slight, intriguing smile. But any chance of some harmless flirtation was put out of the question by her lard-ass, pasty businessman husband sitting next to her. Surely, he would be watching her every move like a hawk.
I had spent the afternoon gazing at her body from over my book. When she turned around to tan her back, I could not take my eyes off her ass, with only the thinnest thread of pink fabric creeping between her gorgeous golden cheeks. On her way to dip her feet into the Java Sea she had walked by me. She dropped her towel a few feet in front of where I was sitting. As she bent down, her bikini top finally lost its valiant struggle and one dark nipple popped out for a brief, tantalizing glimpse. Before adjusting the fabric, she looked up, looked me straight in the eye and smiled that magnificently naughty smile.
Chivalrously, I leapt up to help her with her towel, my eyes never leaving her face. As I got to my feet, we collided and I was treated to my first feel of her soft skin, and the sweet, sweet perfume she gave off. On my knees, my face was level with her crotch. I looked down her smooth tanned legs to her crimson painted toenails. And then she was gone. I watched her as she walked away, her ass swaying, her cheeks inviting, as she walked into the cabin right next to mine.
The hotel put on a jazzy beach party themed barbecue every night. Most nights I stayed away, but tonight I went in the hope of catching sight of her golden globes again. The sun had set and I was sitting on the wall facing the beach, staring at the darkening sea when I smelled that arresting perfume again. It was the goddess and she was standing a small distance to my right. She was wearing a strapless red dress that left her shoulders bare. She had her hair tied up classily. Her long legs ran down from her shapely ass to her black high heels. She must not have seen me as she walked down to where the water was lapping up against the sand. In the faint moonlight, I could see her standing with the water around her ankles staring out to sea. I decided that she probably needed some alone time, so stayed quiet and continued counting the rapidly appearing stars to the sound of soft jazz from the hotel beach bar. I gazed at her full, rounded ass and enjoyed the sea breeze on my face.
She must have stood there for a half hour before she turned around and to my amazement started walking right to me. Before I could stand up, she was right in front of me. Her breasts looked even larger at such close quarters.
"Dance with me."
I was dumbstruck. She reached out her hand to me. I took it and stood up. She slowly put her arms around my neck and I circled her waist. Her boobs were gently pressing against my chest and immediately I felt my cock come to life. She was facing away so I could not look at her face closer, but I noticed she was beginning to inch her body closer to mine. Her breasts were now being squeezed against me and my crotch was pushing against her belly. There was no way she could miss my erection as we danced slowly, silently on that deserted, moonlit beach.
"I have always wanted to dance under the stars," she finally said, "with the sand at my feet, but I always assumed it would be with the man in my life, not a stranger," and she turned to look at her flab basket husband at the bar. He had a pretty young barmaid on his lap and his doughy fingers were moving up the waitresses exposed thigh. I turned my partner so that she faced the sea and we danced the rest of the song in silence.
I pulled her gradually closer so that my face was buried in her thick hair. She smelled of the sea and coconuts. Her breasts were now pressed hard against my chest as we swayed to the marimbas. She made no effort the pull away. Instead as the rhythm of the music picked up, she started gyrating against my hips, undulating sensually, pushing up firmly against my body with every beat of the drum. My cock meanwhile was following its own drumbeat, throbbing repeatedly against her flat belly. I knew she could feel it because she allowed a sift moan to leave her throat when I pushed my dick against her.
She ran her hands through my hair slowly, teasingly, as I let my hand drop to her ass and pressed her against my painfully hard shaft. I turned my head toward her and inhaled deeply before I kissed the soft, smooth skin on her neck. She gasped, and the let one hand move down to my neck and the hair on my chest. I stuck my tongue out and licked her from her ear down her neck and back again. I watched as the cooling sea breeze raised her goose bumps.
She grabbed my face, pulled me down to her and kissed me hard. As soon as our lips touched she opened her mouth and our tongues flicked against each other. She moved hers in and out of my mouth like some obscene pre-fucking gesture. I knew I wanted this woman. I knew I wanted to do to her pussy what she was doing to my mouth; I knew I wanted to taste her fantasy tits, I knew I wanted to feel my cock throb in her wet pussy. And then she pulled away from me.
"I have to go back."
'Wait ..where? What do you ...Will I see you later ...?" I mumbled as she turned away. She looked at me over her shoulder, smiled and went and joined her idiot husband.
I walked back to my cabin dejected and read my book listlessly, but my mind was on her, those firm breasts, the smell of coconuts, and her round ass. My hand snaked into my shorts and I started touching the head of my cock. Soon, I could feel the precum leaking out and I smeared it all over the tip of my dick as I started moving my hand up and down the shaft. I pictured her tits on either side of it as I imagined titty fucking her hard, imagined her rubbing her hard nipples around my pee-slit. The momentary sight of her exposed nipple and the feel of her soft boobs against me were still fresh in my distracted mind. I let my hand cup my scrotum and my fingers squeezed my nuts gently. My cock throbbed in my hand, but I did not have the desire or the energy to make myself come.
Suddenly, I saw a shadow move outside the window. Damn! I thought, I had been careless enough to be playing with myself without drawing the curtains. I pulled my hand away from its task, but anyone walking near my cabin would have already seen me yanking my tool and fondling my balls.
I heard the doorknob turning and my hard-on was long gone by now. The door inched open slowly, and then I saw her enter. It was my gorgeous neighbor on her way back to the cabin next to mine. Before I could open my mouth, she had shut the door behind her and was pulling the curtains shut. She turned to face me.
"Next time close these before you start thinking of me," she was standing by the window allowing me to feast on her magnificent body covered only by the sheerest of lingerie. She had changed out of the restraints of the evening dress into a transparent red-laced item, which was tied at her neck. The fabric did nothing to conceal her dark and startlingly large nipples. She had the breasts of a grown woman. The red lace, forced open by her royal boobs, parted to show her gently rounded belly. Below her navel a miniscule swath of fabric held by a string circling her waist played the role of her panties. I was hypnotized by the dark shadow visible beneath the transparent cloth at her crotch.
"You were thinking of me, weren't you?" she asked as she walked toward my bed. Her hands ran over her belly and held up her massive boobs, "were you imagining holding these?"
My hard-on was definitely back, and twitching beneath my shorts.
She saw the slight movement, smiled, and continued, "Were you wondering what they would feel like in your hands ...in your mouth," she sat down on the bed, as my juices started flowing out of my cock again, making a noticeable stain.
She placed her hand on my naked chest and raked her crimson fingernails through my chest hair. She allowed her fingers to trace my abdominal muscles for what seemed like an eon. I was staring at her glistening lips as she brought her face closer to mine. For a second we both paused, inhaling each other's arousal. My lips longer to press against hers, my tongue longed to fill her mouth and my cock longed for the soft touch of her fingers.
At the moment, her lips touched mine, she inserted her powerful tongue into my mouth, and her hand dropped down to play with my rock-hard cock through the wet fabric of my shorts. We both moaned into each other's mouths and the sensory overload nearly made me cum as she squeezed the base of my cock.
