Blissful Beach Birthday

Chapter 5

All Good Things Must End

Walter awoke slowly, gradually becoming aware of the warm bodies pressed to either side of him beneath silken sheets that smelled faintly of sex and champagne. Memories of the previous night returned in a delirious rush--passionate kisses and caresses, exploring one another without inhibition. His pulse quickened once more at the recollections.

Peeling his eyes open, he gazed first at the buxom brunette still slumbering peacefully to his left. Brittany lay on her stomach, face nestled into a pillow, dark brown hair fanned out in charming disarray. The rumpled sheet had slipped down to reveal her smooth tanned back and the alluring curvature of her full breasts pressed into the mattress. Even relaxed in sleep, her sensuality was undeniable.

Turning his head the other way, Walter saw petite blonde Samantha curled up in the crook of his shoulder. One slim leg was hitched over his thigh, as if reluctant to relinquish physical closeness even in sleep. Her rosy lips were slightly parted, still swollen from passionate kisses. One hand rested delicately over his heart.

Seeing both girls still locked in blissful slumber, Walter carefully, reluctantly, extricated himself from the tangle of warm limbs. Neither girl stirred as he eased from the bed and shuffled naked to the ensuite bathroom, his aged joints protesting after such vigorous exertions the night before.

Once inside the marble-appointed space, Walter's first order of business was to relieve his strained bladder, which had once again filled to capacity. He supposed all the rich drink from the previous evening was now insisting on making its exit.

As he stood there loudly draining himself in the toilet, he considered how best to express his fondness and gratitude to these marvelous girls that had so richly colored his birthday and brightened the remaining years of his life. But before he could settle on the right words, light footsteps sounded just outside the bathroom door left temptingly ajar.

"Knock knock," came Brittany's singsong voice as she peeked inside, hugging the doorframe coquettishly. The motion pushed her bare breasts together enticingly.

Walter's morning arousal surged at the sight of the nude beauty. Caught in a somewhat humiliating position, wet cock still bobbing over the toilet bowl, he managed a raspy, "Well good morning, darling. I...uh...didn't see you there."

Brittany's lips curved as she sashayed into the bathroom, coming to stand right between him and the still unflushed toilet, bare tits hovering mere inches from his widened eyes. "I woke up and missed you," she pouted prettily up at him. "You should know better than to sneak off without me."

"My apologies, I had to answer nature's call. And I didn't wish to disturb your rest." Walter's eyes involuntarily wandered down to the dark thatch of curls between her thighs, so near his springy cock. This close he could smell her earthy arousal and lingering sex-sweat from the night before.

Brittany seemed to read his thoughts, her gaze dropping to the obvious erection. "Hmm, something else seems wide awake though." She trailed a brazen fingertip along the rigid shaft.

Walter suppressed a groan. "You are a terrible tease, my dear."

Brittany's lips curved into a coy smile, her dark eyes glinting with mischief. "Who's teasing?" she purred, her nimble fingers curling more firmly around Walter's rigid length. She began stroking him slowly but purposefully, the lewd caress making his pulse thunder in his ears.

"Perhaps we could continue this somewhere more...comfortable," Walter managed to rasp out, though his traitorous hips seemed to move of their own accord, rocking into her practiced grip.

Brittany glanced down at the toilet bowl behind her, still unflushed and full of Walter's recent deposit. An impish grin lit up her lovely features.

"Or we could just stay right here," she proposed. "This girl needs some of that sweet release too..."

Before he could react, Brittany lowered herself onto the toilet, bare cheeks settling right atop the porcelain rim. Walter froze, stunned and scandalized by her brazen act.

Brittany peered up at him coyly through her dark lashes, fingers still leisurely pumping his rigid length.

"Hope you don't mind standing up for a minute," she remarked breezily. Leaning back against the tank, she spread her tanned thighs wide, putting her glistening womanhood on full display. The sight made Walter's mouth go dry even as his cock surged in her grip.

"We did say we wanted to become more...intimate, didn't we?" Brittany purred. She gave his shaft a teasing little squeeze, sending sparks skittering up his spine.

Walter could only nod mutely, mesmerized by the lewd intimacy of sharing such a private moment. He watched, pulse racing, as Brittany relaxed fully onto the seat, sighing in relief as a steady stream began to hiss forth from her slick folds. Walter watched in aroused awe as her urine flowed into the bowl, mingling with his own lingering pool. Somehow, the intimacy of their combined waste only fueled his desire for this uninhibited goddess.

As Brittany continued relieving herself, she leaned forward, full breasts pillowing against his thigh, and took his semi-rigid length into her warm mouth. Walter gasped at the depraved thrill of receiving oral worship while she voided her bladder mere inches away. Her lips slid wetly along his rapidly swelling cock, applying delicious suction while her agile tongue lapped up the last errant drops of urine clinging to his skin.

Still holding his turgid cock, Brittany sighed blissfully as she emptied her strained bladder. "Mmm...feels so nice to let it all out."

Walter's wide eyes were riveted to the depraved sight of her slick folds parted around the escaping stream of urine. Never in his wildest dreams did he imagine witnessing something so carnally intimate with a lover. Yet here Brittany was, utterly unselfconscious as she pleasured him while shamelessly pissing mere inches away. It was lewd, inappropriate, and incredibly arousing all at once.

The lewd sounds of her pissing accompanied by eager sucking filled the tiled space. Walter buried his fingers in her disheveled chocolate locks, resisting the urge to buck into her talented mouth. Her enthusiasm seemed boundless, transitioning so fluidly from bathroom function to erotic play. When she finally finished emptying her bladder with a contented sigh, Brittany gave his now fully rigid manhood one last loving suckle before pulling off with an audible pop. She then reached between her splayed thighs to give herself an unhurried caress, slick fingers gliding easily along her folds. The scent of her musky arousal mingled with the piss still swirling in the bowl.

"I hope you don't find this too unladylike," she remarked, brown eyes sparkling up at Walter impishly.

He managed a strained chuckle. "On the contrary. Watching you has been...quite educational."

Brittany bit her plump lower lip around a coy grin. "Oh, the lesson's just beginning..."

Before he could ponder her meaning, she was leaning forward again, pillowy breasts squishing against his thighs. Walter's breath left his lungs in a harsh gasp as her full, wet lips re-engulfed the swollen head of his cock in one smooth motion. The wet heat of her mouth sent his eyes rolling back, a guttural groan spilling from his lips.

Gazing up at him from under a dark fringe of lashes, Brittany sank deeper. Her agile tongue swirled over his turgid length as she took him to the root, throat muscles working to accommodate every inch. The lewd sucking sounds echoed off the tiled walls, punctuated only by Walter's ragged panting. This was beyond any dream, beyond depraved--getting a luxurious blowjob from a beautiful nymph while she sat bare-assed on a piss-filled toilet mere moments after emptying her own bladder into it.

The mingled scents of piss, sex and arousal surrounded them. Walter was utterly lost in the raw sensuality of the moment. When Brittany finally released his spit-soaked cock from between her plush lips, it was all he could do not to blow his load right then and there.

Pressing a soft kiss to the swollen purple head, Brittany flashed him a feline grin. "I think that's enough playing in here, hmm?"

Rising gracefully on sleek, tanned legs, she reached around Walter to flush away their combined excretions. Still enveloping his slick shaft in her grip, Brittany drew him closer for a spontaneous kiss.

Overwhelmed with gratitude and affection, Walter kissed her back, passion rapidly rekindling for this remarkable creature. Brittany responded eagerly, warm curves molding to him.

When they finally broke apart, both flushed and panting, she took his hand with a coy smile. "I think we could use a nice hot shower now, don't you?"

Walter followed her lead over the glass enclosure threshold into the spacious shower. Brittany turned on the rainfall fixture overhead and the multiple jets along the marble walls until steamy water cascaded down on them from all directions. Streams ran over their bare skin in warm rivulets, washing away sweat and passion's other lingering evidence.

They stood chest to chest under the delicious spray, hands roaming freely over one another's slick flesh. Brittany tipped her face up for another searing kiss that left them breathless. She trailed her lips along Walter's stubbled jaw to his ear where she nibbled the lobe playfully before purring, "Let's get all nice and soapy now..."

Reaching for an array of colorful bottles, she selected a creamy body wash with notes of sandalwood and amber. After thoroughly soaping up her hands, Brittany began spreading the fragrant lather over Walter's shoulders and chest in sensuous swirls. Her slick palms glided over his worn but still firm muscles, tracing the contours with dedication until no patch of skin was left untouched.

The feel of her graceful hands sliding erotically across his body soon had Walter swelling with desire once more. Brittany's fingers traced lower, grazing his rigid length jutting insistently between them. She smirked but avoided direct stimulation for now, continuing her slippery exploration by massaging down his thighs and calves.

Kneeling gracefully despite the cascading water, she lifted each of Walter's feet to thoroughly lather his toes and soles. The tender care revived memories of her eager mouth on these same feet the night before, sending a pleasurable shiver through him.

After patiently tending to every inch below the neckline, Brittany finally grasped his straining cock directly. Walter groaned as she began pumping the rigid shaft slowly, her soap-slick grip gliding easily up and down the turgid length.

"I think someone is ready for more fun now," Brittany remarked, increasing her firm strokes.

Before Walter could form a reply, the glass door suddenly slid open. There stood another vision of feminine perfection--petite Samantha, blonde hair mussed from sleep but sky blue eyes alert and mischievous. They roved appreciatively over Brittany's soapy nude form still busy pumping Walter's engorged shaft.

"Do you have room for one more in here?" Samantha asked shyly.

"Of course, join the party!" Brittany beckoned her friend enthusiastically.

The cascade of water plastered Samantha's golden strands charmingly to her delicate shoulders as she stepped over the threshold into the steamy enclosure. Soon rivulets ran in erotic trails down her flawless milky skin.

Walter could only stare mutely as Brittany drew the new arrival into a passionate kiss beneath the waterfall's spray, their slick bodies and breasts pressing tightly. Samantha melted against the curvier girl, hands roaming fervently.

Pulling back with a gasp, Brittany kept one arm wrapped around Samantha's waist but turned her attention back to Walter's flagging erection.

"Let's get you nice and slick too," she purred, grabbing a fresh bar of soap.

Soon both girls' graceful hands were gliding over Walter's body, front and back, lathering every crevice and plane. The sensation of four feminine hands sliding erotically across his bare flesh soon had him groaning. Their soapy caresses left no surface neglected, fingers even grazing between his bottom cheeks. Although Brittany had already cleaned him well enough just a minute ago, he did not mind a second round at all.

Bodies glistening, the girls sank to their knees before Walter beneath the cascade. Brittany wrapped her soapy breasts around his rigid shaft, enveloping it in slick flesh. As she began to slide up and down, Samantha massaged his tight sac and left swathes of lather teasingly along his thighs.

The dual stimulation drove Walter wild. He wove his hands into both girls' soaked hair, guiding their mouths to meet on the ultra-sensitive tip of his cock. They kissed around the swollen head, tongues dancing. The lewd display very nearly made Walter's knees buckle in the streaming shower.

Brittany withdrew her breasts but kept pumping him steadily. "I think Walter here needs a rinse now. Sammy, would you do the honors?"

On cue, Samantha tilted her delicate face up, letting the water flow directly into her parted mouth. Once her cheeks puffed out almost comically, she pursed her lips around Walter's cockhead and released the waterfall over his length in a forceful deluge.

He cried out at the intense sensation, fingers reflexively tightening in her drenched golden locks. Samantha spit out the remaining captured water, then repeated the act until his rigid shaft and tight sac dripped with more than just soap.

Satisfied he was fully rinsed, the girls stood to press their slick curves to Walter's heaving body. He wrapped his arms around their supple waists, drawing them close. Their lips and tongues mingled under the hot spray in sultry play. Hands pressed to the wet tile wall for support, Walter let himself get lost in the hedonistic shower pleasure.

Soon he was once more nearing the brink under the constant erotic stimulation. Sensing his imminent release, Brittany extricated herself first from their tangled embrace.

"I'm pretty sure Walt here needs our urgent attention," she said meaningfully to Samantha with a glance at Walter's drooling erection.

The blonde girl flushed prettily but sank gracefully back down to kneel before Walter on the wet shower floor, water flowing over her like a second skin. Brittany quickly joined her, grasping his rigid length and pumping the shaft before her friend's pretty lips. Their four hands worked in sync, massaging his tense balls, gripping his inner thighs, squeezing his rigid girth.

Overwhelmed by the intense stimulation, Walter managed to grit out a strained warning of his impending climax. At the last second, Brittany aimed the swollen tip toward Samantha's waiting mouth just as his release erupted powerfully.

Rope after rope of thick seed painted Samantha's pretty face and filled her open mouth while Brittany continued pumping him through his ragged orgasm. The blonde girl kept her eyes closed, simply letting him spend himself across her delicate features. Once the last tremors had faded, she swallowed what she had captured of his load, lips and chin still dripping obscenely.

Spent and panting, Walter could only stare awestruck at the lewd yet incredibly arousing display of raw sensuality. These nymphs never ceased to exceed his expectations.

Brittany leaned in to lick up the excess dripping down Samantha's chin and neck. Then their mouths met in a messy, intimate kiss under the streaming water, sharing his seed between them.

When they finally broke apart, Walter drew both sirens back into his trembling embrace. "You girls will be the death of me, and a very happy one," he declared fervently.

Their answering laughter echoed off the marble walls in melodious peals. "Oh, no. We plan to keep you very much alive," Samantha said. The promise in her heated gaze made his pulse race anew.

Walter silently declared this shared shower marked the pinnacle of his life's journey. Any remaining fantasies paled in comparison to the intoxicating reality of these two goddesses.

After rinsing away all remaining evidence of their passions, the thoroughly satiated trio finally emerged from the steamy glass enclosure. They toweled one another dry with lingering caresses, pulses gradually returning to normal as passion's haze lifted.

A bittersweet ache filled Walter's chest as he regarded these radiant creatures. He realized it was likely the last time they would see each other. Just a single night and morning of glorious intimacy to be etched in his memory for whatever remained of his days. And now that night was over.

The girls seemed to sense his shifting mood. Brittany drew his face down to hers for a soft, lingering kiss. "Last night was incredible," she murmured sincerely, brown eyes glowing. "I'm so glad we could make this special for you."

Samantha wrapped her delicate arms around them both. "I've never experienced anything like it either. I'll remember everything always," she whispered, silky cheek pressed to Walter's broad chest.

Overcome with tenderness, Walter simply held them close, committing the feel of their satiny skin and feminine curves to heart. No words could adequately convey his gratitude for the way they had awakened forgotten parts of his spirit.

At last Brittany drew back, blinking sudden moisture from her eyes. "We really should be going before checkout," she said with clear reluctance, the hint of regret in her voice matching Walter's own heart.

He sighed but nodded acceptance. "Of course, my darlings. I wish you safe travels and the very best in your studies and lives."

The sincerity of his farewell blessing brought an even brighter sheen to both girls' eyes. They each hugged him tightly in parting, lips grazing his stubbled cheek.

"Take care of yourself, Walt," Brittany whispered before slipping from his embrace and disappearing into the suite's bedroom to gather her belongings.

Samantha tilted her delicate face up to press one final soft kiss to Walter's lips. "Thank you again for everything," she murmured thickly, then hurried after her friend before emotion could overwhelm her composure.

Alone in the silent suite, Walter took a deep breath, chest aching from the intensity of parting. Making his way slowly to the rumpled bed, he sank down atop the twisted sheets still redolent with their mingled scents. His fingers trailed over the indentations left by their lovely forms, traces swiftly fading.

By the time he mustered the resolve to rise again, the suite was still and empty, no sign remaining of the passion it had housed mere hours before. Walter dressed mechanically, movements weighted by sorrowful nostalgia already.

As he finally turned to leave, a slip of paper on the nightstand caught his eye. He lifted the note in Brittany's flowing script:

'For whenever you want to reminisce...or share another fantasy--xoxo' Underneath was a phone number.

Pulse leaping, Walter tucked the precious note into his pocket next to his heart. Perhaps their time together did not have to exist solely in memory after all. The possibilities revived his weary spirit once more.

With a deep breath, Walter left the lavish suite behind, carrying the promise of future connection yet to come. The rest of the day stretched out before him, ripe with potential he had never allowed himself to consider. But first, breakfast. He found he had worked up quite an appetite.