As I looked around, everyone was gone, and I found Jack and the boys sitting outside, indulging in a smoke. My boyfriend explained that I had been in and out of sleep for hours. I smiled and walked away, keeping my thoughts to myself. Returning to the cabin, I got ready for the day. I chose my black bikini, accentuating my curves and confidence. A white shirt and short skirt completed my ensemble, and as I stepped outside, the boys were already waiting, their eyes filled with desire. I couldn't resist teasing them a little more.
Pretending to drop my bag, I bent over to pick it up, fully aware of their hungry gazes. Whispers floated among them as I pretended not to notice, maintaining my composure. With my bag in hand, I walked toward them; their attention was now fixated on my enticing assets. "Good morning," they muttered in unison, their voices filled with an extra hint of lust. I asked about the day's plans, their tired eyes now tinged with red. "Duh, it's 4/20," they replied with a smirk. "We're going to a beach party. Didn't we mention it earlier?"
We attended a raucous beach party, surrounded by scantily clad people grooving to the music in utter euphoria. We soon met John, who had been teaching our age group for years - his tall, muscular physique befittingly resembled that of a fridge.
The DJ announced a game where couples had to partake in tasks, and I eagerly urged my boyfriend to participate; however, he seemed too preoccupied with being stoned and refused. Jack was also uninterested in partaking, which only added to my disappointment. But then John stepped up and declared his willingness - I looked towards my boyfriend for approval, and he reluctantly nodded at me with disinterest. The first challenge involved balancing an egg on a spoon, which we managed to ace; the second required us to hop into a potato sack race together. As he got into the sack behind me, I could feel his hard cock pressing against my back- whether he knew I felt it or not didn't matter; all I knew was that I loved every second of it. His hands began roaming across my back, thighs, and even crotch as we hopped along in the sack - sending waves of pleasure through me so strong that I had no control over how wet I became with desire, but I held on.
My boyfriend and the boys stared in awe as they watched my jiggling boobs, but there were more than just a few stoned dudes ogling me. We levelled to the final round, where a circle formed around us while the DJ blared out afro-futuristic dancehall music. Then, without warning, John stepped in with balloons, and I knew what was about to happen--the notorious balloon game had begun.
John quickly grabbed my hands and pinned them behind me, leaving me defenceless against his strikes. His bulge smashed into my bikini bottom as he popped each balloon with sharp daggers of motion. My boyfriend and friends looked horrified yet amused as the crowd cheered for John to pop more balloons against me. With every hard pop, I felt my body respond with pleasure as his twitching cock pulsated against my ass crack. I moaned out loud, overwhelmed by my arousal and desperate to cum on the spot.
The game's last moments saw John become even more aggressive; he grabbed my arms and pulled them up, pushing his hard erection dangerously close to me. By some divine luck, we won the game, earning a day of sensual pampering for two. John jested that since he had used his dancing skills to win us the reward, he deserved it more than my 'stoned' boyfriend, and I conceded glumly. With nothing else to do but confront my boyfriend with the facts, I decided it was their choice to get high and neglect me whilst John put on a show-stopping performance. It only seemed right to receive a massage with him as the boys continued to be stoned.