A Night Abroad

A Night abroad

We had been driving for what seemed like an eternity, one monotonous mile leading to the next. Afternoon turned to evening, evening to dusk, dusk to night...and yet we trudged on. Finally, when we could take it no longer, we decided to find a hotel. Nothing fancy, just a place where we could lay down and catch forty winks before loading back up and resuming our sojourn home.

After coming upon just such a place, I decided to pull under the awning and let you out to go secure our lodgings for the night. While you were inside, I began surveying the parking lot for a place to park. I eventually found a spot that looked easy enough to back into, beside what appeared to be a group of college aged individuals. It was a smattering, mostly guys, but a girl or two as well...a general Saturday night gathering albeit in a rather strange location. I make a note of it as you return to the car, lodgings secured.

Turns out there was a game tonight, and most of the rooms were already rented out. Our room, the last one available, was on the ground floor. The bad news was, it was on an outer wall, right next to the parking lot. I tried to look at the positives in the fact it would be easy to keep an eye on the ride as we parked next to the group of people I'd noticed earlier and make our way inside. Unfortunately, our luck would not hold...as our room was the very window by which the group was standing. As we make our way inside, I go through my hotel routine of locking the door, setting the thermostat, and opening the blinds just to get my bearings. The group outside notices me, but makes no effort to move, leave, or even avoid looking at me as I adjust the curtains a bit.

After a minute or two, I ensure I'm sufficiently oriented and that I can see the car through the slight crack in the blinds I return to the bed and sit down beside you. We thumb through the channels on the TV, half watching it, half listening to the broken conversation going on right outside our window. The snippets are unintelligible at first, but the longer we listen the more it begins to make sense. Their team won, road game, who fucked whom, the drama associated with youth.

As we sit there, listening to their incessant droning, my idle fingers begin to trace little circles on your thighs. Almost unconsciously at first, a small symbol of affection after a long and weary day. You nuzzle a bit closer against me as I begin to consciously rub your thigh now...unsure as to where I'm headed, but knowing that the nuzzling response is a good sign. I allow my fingertips to inch closer and closer to the hem of your shorts, flashing you a daring grin when you glance up at me with a questioning, almost challenging look in your eyes.

The sparkle in your eyes is breathtaking as I move from rubbing to what, in polite company, would be considered groping. With one movement, I bring my hand up and slide it under the waistband of your shorts to cup a generous handful of your glorious ass while I move to kiss you soundly on the lips. Your kisses never fail to make my heart race, and this one is no exception. Our tongues begin to dance a merry jig as they dart about, first into your mouth, then back into mine. Our breathing has quickened to the point where we both need to come up for air and I shoot you a questioning look. You know exactly what is on my mind, the weariness of the road replaced by an all encompassing desire for you.

Before either of us realizes what has happened, our bodies have acted upon the cravings for one another and a flurry of arms and clothes occurs. When the dust has settled we are nestled soundly in each others arms, skin to skin and breath to breath. Our kisses have moved beyond mere reciprocity of love to a carnal lust that can only be sated with the other's body. I break from one passionate kiss to begin working my way down your body. First, I stop at your neck, nibbling gently before working my way down to your collarbone where more kisses and nibbles are applied. You squirm and giggle, demanding I don't leave a mark on your flawless, alabaster skin.

I don't listen.

Teeth sink into flesh as squeal turns to moan in a cacophony of sounds, not hard enough to draw blood...but definitely hard enough to leave a mark. With a grin, I continue to work my way down your body. With kiss after kiss, bite after loving bite, I'm rapidly approaching your rock hard nipples. However, I notice something...the din outside the window has changed. No longer is it the raucous chatter of a celebratory night out. Now it has changed to a hushed, almost conspiratorial whisper...punctuated with the occasional giggle from one of the girls.

You are the first to notice it, as I'm more interested in your cleavage at this point...but you tap me on the head and say with a whisper "They're watching us...there are four of them all stacked up in the crack you left in the blinds." "Good." I reply tersely, as I suck one of your nipples into my mouth. The sudden change in sensation causes you to involuntarily arch your back, giving the voyeuristic group a show of your glorious curves. I would wager no small sum of money to say that, even through the glass, I heard an audible gasp. You begin to moan a bit louder as I vigorously begin to suck on your nipple, first one and then the other. The alternating between your perfect breasts gives me time to steal a peak or two at the crowd.

To this day, if you asked me under oath, I'd not swear to what happened next...but I'm almost certain you were responsible for this next part. You waved. Nothing serious, or earth shattering...just a smile, and a wave. However, this action changed the course of our night entirely. Our viewers scattered. One wave of your hand and they vanished like mist burnt away by the rising of the sun. The empty view of the parking lot left you more than a bit crestfallen and your mood darkened...until there was a knock at the door.

I stood up and went to the door, and what I saw next made me laugh out loud. While I was staring through the peephole, I saw them again...your four ardent admirers. Two guys, and two girls...apparently you'd attracted quite the following. I poked my head out the door. "Yes?" I asked in as casual a tone as I could manage. The group looked amongst themselves before one, apparently charismatic, girl piped up "We uhhh...we were enjoying the show and were wondering...if maybe we could watch a bit closer?"

I chuckled again at this, "I'll go ask, give us a moment".

I return to the bed, and dive towards your body attempting to kiss or nibble on something sensitive. "Who was that?" you ask, but deep down I believe you knew the answer already. With a grin, I roll over and ask "Guess."

Your eyes go wide, "Noooo..."

My grin grows broader with each passing second as I nod, almost theatrically, "Yeeeeeeesss...They want to know if they can come in for a front row seat. Seeing as how we have the couch over there, and an extra bed, I don't see as there's any problem. Do you?"

I stare intently as the conflict of the insanity of the situation plays across your face. Finally, you look at me and grin. "Be a good girl and go let them in." I say with a mischievous smirk.

You walk to the door, still naked and possibly trembling slightly. Nerves, or excitement, it's kind of hard to tell...but you open the door. "H-hello..." I hear you say weakly, your curves on full display through the open door, silhouetted by the harsh light of the hallway. "Would you like to come in?" I hear you ask as you step back from the door and begin to return to me, not holding it open for the group, but they take then hint all the same. You quickly return to the bed beside me, and they come in quickly behind you. I look up to see, and it appears one of the girls chickened out as now there are three: two guys, and one girl.

After a few seconds of awkward silence, I decide to pipe up, "So, were you enjoying what you were seeing? Do you want to see more? What brings you in here?" I ask, trying to understand what their plan might be. "Uhh...we were just admiring how hot she is." one of the guys stammers, eyeing you up and down "and my girlfriend here said we should see if they'd let us get closer at watch." The peppy one who asked to come in pipes up at this point "I hope you don't mind, we like watching..." she replies a bit softly, clearly nervous. "Well that's good, because I'll let you in on a little secret." I lean forward with a grin and whisper in an almost conspiratorial tone, "She likes showing off, and I like showing her off." and then I turn to back to you. "What do you say love, shall we give them a show?"

At this point, you have blushed not quite to the roots of your hair in what can only be described as the cutest shade of pink I have ever seen. I'm not sure if it's subconsciously or willfully, but you've also attempted to cover yourself up. "Love?" I ask, looking at you intently, "Are you interested in giving our guests here a little show?" You look up at me and I stare lovingly in your eyes, ensuring that you know you are safe, and protected at all times with me and nothing could ever harm you. The bond of trust we have prevails and you sense the reassurance I am sending your way and nod softly, a small smile playing at the corners of your lips. I lean down and kiss you fiercely before breaking the kiss, putting my lips right next to your ear and growling softly "Good girl."

In one quick motion, I manage to hop behind you and put you safely between my legs. I slip my legs under yours, allowing you to easily hook your heels and spread yourself as wide as you need to. You lean your head back against my chest, looking up at me as you languidly stretch your body, placing your tits on full display. This motion, coupled with the slow, sensuous spread of your legs exposes your most intimate and precious places to the crowd of on lookers. Not a single breath can be heard as you unfurl like a flower in the morning sun. The show has begun.

I allow my hands to eagerly explore your body, tender caresses over your thighs, up your stomach, grasping your perfect tits in my hands. I tweak your nipples, causing them to grow more erect as I allow my hands to slide down your body once more, fingertips tracing dangerously close to your aching sex. The slow, surreal march of my fingers to your most intimate of places has the usual effect on the gentlemen in the room...but I am baffled by the lady. She has leaned forward in almost rapt attention, breath held, lip pulled tightly between her teeth, eyes glued to every single inch my fingers trace over your body. I lean down and whisper in your ear, "Look how into you they are, especially the girlfriend...she can't take her eyes off of you."

"I want it..." the girlfriend whispers, barely audible. Her boyfriend, the words registering slowly, manages to tear his eyes away from your glorious body long enough to weakly mumble a "huh?" to his girlfriend in response. "Do it to me like that!" she says, more emphatically this time, "hold me like that and do what he's doing!" and with that she stands up and slips her jeans and tube top off, standing fully exposed in front of us. They clamber into the bed opposite us and begin to sit just like we are. Her body spread open and exposed, a mirror of your current position. Off to one side, the remaining guy finally gives up and unzips his pants to expose a throbbing erection.

At first, the movements are disjointed, laggy, delayed. I rub your breasts, half a second later he rubs hers. Eventually though, we all get into a rhythm; caresses, moans, sighs, gasping breaths, all sync up. Fingers work their way up to sensitive nipples, pinching and rolling them before squeezing an entire breast. You are one end of a live wire, she is the other, the arc of energy between the two of you is palpable. What you feel, she feels. What she feels, you feel. Your eyes are locked onto one another, burning with lust, desire, and curiosity. You each watch the other's body and relish in seeing what is happening almost as much as you relish in feeling it.

With the foreplay out of the way, I step it up a notch. I dip my fingertips into your soaking wet pussy and begin to rub small, tight little circles around your clit. After a couple laps, I begin to alternate between circles and rubbing across it up and down. Your body squirms with each stroke and each circle. Your hips buck and grind against my fingers and she does the same, you watch your body lewdly reflected in hers. After what seems an eternity I slowly dip a finger inside you, feeling the heat and wetness of your pussy clench desperately around my finger. I slowly make my way towards your G-Spot, working on pulling your soul out of your body.

With each expert stroke of my hand, the delicious grinding works you closer and closer to the edge. Your eyes are wild with lust now, reflected in the eyes of the girl on the bed opposite us. Your bodies in rhythm, each one being pulled higher. First by the fingers inside you, and then by the site of if happening to the one across the aisle. As I sense your climax building, I say out loud to both of you "Good girls wait to cum until they're told." and you both respond almost immediately "Yes, sir" as your heads loll about in delirious ecstasy. "That's it...you're so close now, aren't you?" I growl, feeling the wetness around my fingers increase with each word. You both whimper and moan, "Mmhmmm...please, sir?"

"Not yet." I reply, you both whimper...two ends of a live wire, the energy palpable.

I begin to count down...

"5"

"4"

"Good girls wait."

"3"

"2"

"Not yet."

"1"

...

"Cum for me." I growl, and with an almost otherworldly moan, the two of you look up and lock eyes as the orgasm overtakes you, wave after wave of pleasure washing over your bodies as you flail about uncontrollably. With each thrust of my finger, you cum harder and harder, squirting all over the mattress and the floor around it, your mirrored image doing the same.

"Good Girl..." I lean down and whisper in your ear and give you soft kiss on the cheek, "I'm so proud of you" as I gently resume rubbing your clit, sending aftershocks and tremors through your body. It's at this time that I clock a movement from the couch. The young man who came in solo is still stroking. How he managed to not cum during that fantastic show, I have no idea. I scoot out from behind you and lay you on the bed as I begin to kiss your neck and continue to softly rub your clit, eliciting another wave of squirming and moaning from you.

While this is going on, our solo adventurer has stood up and moved closer to the edge of the bed so he's able to get a better view. I spread your legs apart a bit for him, opening you up as I continue to massage your clit and teasingly play with the entrance of your spasming pussy. I gently slip my fingers back inside, feeling how swollen your G-Spot has become, knowing you're now ready for your big orgasm of the night. "Look at how turned on he is for you babe..." I whisper in your ear, kissing your cheek and sliding my fingers inside a bit more intensely. "Look at him stroke his cock for you."

With a sultry, almost cat like grace, the girl on the other bed climbs from between her boyfriend's legs to stand beside the lone gentleman. With a wicked grin, and an inaudible breath, she leans close and whispers something in his ear. The color momentarily drains from his face as his cock twitches perceptibly in his fist. Without saying anything further, she turns around and slowly crawls between her boyfriends legs, inching closer and closer before finally taking his cock her in mouth. He groans as his head falls backwards against the headboard, his eyes fluttering, lost in bliss as his girlfriend's mouth begins to work its magic on his impossibly hard erection.

It was at this point, that the subject of the discussion between the third wheel and the girl was made known. He looks first at you, taking in your fantastic body, and then turns to stare at the girlfriend. Sucking on her boyfriend's cock has put her ass in a very exposed position, and we've all taken to staring at it quite intently when he makes his move. He climbs on the bed, and scoots close to her, running a finger slowly up and down between the lips of her obviously soaked pussy. A visible shutter races through her body as his fingertip makes contact with her clit. Sensing the shutter, her boyfriend looks up with a half stupefied grin and just nods to his companion.

This was the signal the room was waiting for. With cock in fist, he begins to rub the engorged head against her eager folds, mixing her juices with his own for the lubrication required. Silence falls over the room as he imperceptibly shifts his hips to align with her opening and languorously slides his rock hard cock into her eager pussy. A soft, gentle moan, followed by almost giddy squeal escapes the seal of her lips wrapped tightly around her boyfriend's cock. As he bottoms out, hips pressing against ass, the undeniable and erotic sound of sex fills the room. A soft moan, followed by the squish of well lubricated body parts, coupled with panting breathing and the unmistakable scent of lust waft over us.

Your body instantly responds to the sights, sounds, and scents of the erotic scene playing out before us, just mere feet away. Our no longer solo adventurer has found his life's calling at this point and is fucking away mercilessly at her lewdly exposed pussy, heaven painted across her face as she continues to suck vigorously on her boyfriend's throbbing cock. I pick you up again, and place you between my legs, both to allow me easier access and to allow you a front row seat to the debauchery happening before our very eyes. The air is electric, each caress of my fingertips across your skin sends jolts through your body. Moans and squeals escape your lips to almost match the ménage à trois, your eyes locked on the body of the girl pinned between the lust of the two men opposed to her.

I take this opportunity to slide my fingers back inside you, instantly feeling you clench and squirm against me. "Look at them, fucking her mercilessly. Look at her bouncing back and forth between their hungry cocks..." I begin to time my strokes of your g-spot with the thrusts of the ardent lovers in the bed opposite of us. Your hips begin to rise and thrust against my hand in time with the grunts and moans of the girlfriend in the middle. Unable to tear your eyes away from them, I use your distraction to do things you otherwise would be to sensitive to try. I begin to nibble and kiss on your neck while pinching your nipple with my free hand. My fingers pick up their pace to match the thrusts, which are ramping up, as my thumb grazes your clit with each pass...

A shudder begins to work its way through your body, and it's noticeable in the girlfriend as well, as your orgasm rapidly approaches. "Not yet..." I growl in your ear, "You have to wait until they pump her full of cum. You are not allowed to cum until they do." You begin to mewl and moan as you fight off your impending orgasm as our exhibitionist companions reach the peak of their final crescendo. With a final grunt, the boyfriend kicks off first as he grabs his girlfriend's head and instinctively shoves his cock deep into her throat as it begins to spasm, pumping rope after hot rope down her throat. She does her best to swallow but there is so much cum it begins to leak out of the corners of her mouth.

Your moans come more audibly now, your heat and wetness spreading in response to hers, but I growl "Not. Yet. Her pussy still needs filled." I'm unsure if it was him hearing me say that, or something one of her lovers was doing, but a vicious orgasm wracks the girlfriend's body as she begins to writhe and moan against the cock impaling her. A low, guttural growl begins to fill the air as the man fucking her picks up his pace, his orgasm imminent.