I'm sitting on the balcony of our hotel room in New Orleans. My boyfriend and I are sitting in silence, sharing a joint. The breeze is balmy and I'm so relaxed from the feeling of carelessness that has seeped into me since we've been here. This is not our normal life; normally we're stressed out college students who never have time for anything and are utterly neurotic. Right now we're on vacation for two weeks, and I feel like a totally different person. I don't understand how I could care about the things I cared about so strongly before.
I'm wearing a pair of boyshort underwear that I hope can pass as shorts to everyone else but I've decided not to care, and a tank top. My legs and shoulders are tanned and gleaming with perspiration. I feel so loose and hot. My pussy has just recovered from the fuck session that we shared in our bed. I don't know where my boyfriend's at, he sitting there in a pair of shorts and nothing else, totally silent.
My eyes scan my surroundings lazily, and I notice a couple on the balcony beside us. They're hot, and the girl is sitting on her guy's lap as they kiss and kiss. I'm enjoying this. Their session intensifies and the girl swings her legs around to straddle him. Mmmm. They're totally engrossed with each other and I look over to boyfriend to find that he's staring at them too. We share a sly smile. The guy is running his hands along the girl's slim torso, going on top of and then under the t-shirt. She's obviously not wearing a bra and his hand ends up on her breast and starts to describe smaller and smaller circles on it. His other hand grabs her ass, smacks it , and then jacks it up so she's right up against him.
I'm totally lost in the show when the girl comes up from kissing and looks in our direction. We make eye contact. I'm utterly startled, and then she smiles widely. Her guy looks up then to, smiles, and continues to stroke her breast. Where is this going? Where oh where?