Day 2, right after I left the room. I had a room rented out all to myself now and feeling better than last night with the sniffles. I had a hard time trying to get my thoughts off of those two girls fooling around the bed while I was asleep to half-asleep. No matter what I did - television, strolling, swimming, eating, ogling at other cute girls - the thoughts of those two would not leave. I guess secretly I wanted to wake up and join those two. Ah well, I missed my chance, and I doubt they'd let me join in, but the show was nice either way.
After spending the late morning by myself I decided to head back to my room and sleep in for the afternoon. While waiting for the elevator to my floor someone tapped me on my shoulder. Turning around there was Bunny in the sexiest one piece green skirt I'd lay eyes on. Bunny is cute without a doubt, but her wearing that dress made my heart skip a beat or two. I almost forgot that I had left those two in their own room. With Bunny here it looks like I was about to be interrogated. Turns out she'd gone to the receptionist to find out where I went.
I invited her over to my room to explain why I left and got my own room. When the elevator emptied with just the two of us I broke the silence and started explaining what I saw the night prior, everything from when they entered the room to discovering the panties shoved into my boot. We chatted more about it on the way to my room. One thing that sort of threw me off is that the panties were "shoved" into my boot. I had to know...
After Bunny and I sat down on the couch with drinks, non-alcoholic, I decided to pop the question "Who shoved the panties into my boot." With a little embarrassment and smile Bunny sets down the glass and tells me that it was her because she thought it was funny how she was getting sexed up by Tiger and I was just there sleeping away. I did tell her that if I was invited to join in I would've freshened up first. In response Bunny told me that I was invited anytime.
With that being said I put some thought into what she said I scooted over and put my arm around her. I was just playfully trying to prove her wrong so I leaned in for a kiss trying to see if she'd push me away. Instead she pulled me closer and pressed those soft lips on mine, hand holding hand, and our eyes taking swift glances at each other. It was pure bliss and I felt Bunny losing herself already. Are we moving too fast? Yes. Does it look like we care...? Not now, my hand is going up her dress.
As reckless as it seems we ended up on the floor and my hand was in her panties, fingering her cunt. I tried not to make it too fast as my middle finger was wriggling around inside of Bunny, trying to keep in my mind that I wanted to make her happy first. The basic thing that good lovers need to abide by is that we're only truly happy if our partner is happy and with the way Bunny was moaning and moving her hips I knew we were going to be doing this for a while.
My hand was soaked at this point and the smell of Bunny's sweet spot was already filling the room. We got back on the couch, had her sit on my lap, and continued on with fingering her. This time I pulled down her left shoulder strap and started fondling her breast, all the while kissing the back of her neck with small licks abound from time to time. At some point she was soaked enough down there that I could feel my pants getting wet from her sitting on me. It bothered me a little so I decided to pause for a while, my hand being tired and Bunny catching her breath.
I scooted Bunny off of me and placed her on the couch, leaning her on the far end. Troubled with my slimy hand I got up and went to wash real quick. I couldn't think straight and wanted to just get back to her. It's that sort of feeling that we haven't finished with this until we've both reached a climax. I finished washing and dried my hands then slowly peeked out to see how she was doing. Bunny was sitting on the bed, still in the same state that I left her. Shoulder strap off, left breast still exposed, all the while fidgeting. I step out and we exchange silent glances.