"Fuck me. Look at that ass. Jesus."
That had been Vince's first thought as he got his first good look at Amy's ass. Now, his hands spreading her as she bent over the arm of the couch, her little brown pucker winking in anticipation, he spoke out loud.
"Fuck me. Look at that ass."
Amy did not responded. She was getting face fucked and trying not to gag. Chad's hands clutched at Amy's head. When Vince spoke Chad leaned forward for a better look, never slowing the rhythm of his hips.
As much as Vince enjoyed the sight of Chad's shiny cock stretching Amy's mouth he had other needs. He locked eyes with Chad, wanting to see the look in Amy's fiance's eyes as he ate her ass. Vince scooted back on the couch, lowered his head and darted his tongue between her legs, dipping into the bottom of her sex. He hooked his tongue and drug her own wetness up her ass crack. She moaned around her fiance's dick.
Chad's eyes were fixed on Amy's ass, fixed on Vince's tongue. Vince flicked and massaged her rosebud. He glanced at Chad, needing to be sure the boy was watching. He told himself to quit thinking of Chad as "the boy". The man was in his mid-twenties and Vince had no desire to feel old enough to think of a twenty-something as a "boy".
Man or boy, his eyes were glued to Amy's ass. He stopped pumping into her mouth. Vince stiffened his tongue and pushed. His eyes never left Chad's face, at least not until his face was pressed so deeply into Amy's ass he could no longer see a thing.
Her ass checks flexed against his face, drawing him in. He heard her panting, "oh fuck" over and over.
Chad was silent.
Vince reached between Amy's legs, his thumb sliding into her pussy while his fingers began to stroke and tug at her clit.
Part of his mind was lost in wonder at how the past twenty-four hours had unfolded.
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He'd been sitting by the pool Sunday afternoon when they had trudged past on their way to their rooms. Vince noted they were in building 4, nothing beachfront in 4, so young but not rich. Planes from the mainland started plopping down mid-afternoon but with the time change and being jammed in a plane for several hours most of the newbies arrived beat.
Not these two. They had returned to the pool in under an hour, all bouncy and sweaty and tussled and clearly both extremely well fucked.
He decided then he probably hated them.
He seen the girl earlier this morning. He had not slept well. It was raining which fucked up his morning routine. Pretty much every morning he swam a mile along the shore, climbed out, dug his running shoes out of the small dry bag on his back and ran back along the fitness course. He always stopped at each station and did two sets of twelve reps at each station, except the crunch station. It was just an angled board with braces for your ankles. He did four sets of crunches. No matter how carefully he watched his weight he could never convince himself he wasn't getting a gut.
He hadn't want to run in the ran. He logged on and his mood crashed from mildly disgruntled to full on shitty. He had shorted an Asian shipping outfit. He was sure they were over extended with a cash flow problem that could not be sustained. Apparently someone with a lot of cash did not agree. They were buy out rumors and the stock had shoot up, taking a chunk of his money along for the ride. It wasn't the money. He never risked more than he could afford but he hated to lose.
He had gone out on his balcony, hoping the sound of the rain drumming on the roof and the muted roar of the surf would ease away his irritation. He didn't bother dressing. The balcony was mostly hidden by palms on the sides. The front offered little cover but this early there was rarely anyone at the pool. With the rain the place should be deserted. Not that he carried all that much. He got off a little on the idea of being naked in public. He didn't push it. He didn't need the hassle. If someone seemed to look put out he simply went inside.
This morning the misting rain had been chilly. He sip his coffee, listening to the water. The chill had started his balls crawling their way toward his belly. He had been absent-mindedly pulling at them when he heard the giggle. He wasn't easy to startle so he had continued to gaze out toward the beach for a moment before turning to look down.
The girl who would become Hot Ass in a few hours waggled her fingers at him as a irritatingly large grin spread across her face. Goddamn it. He managed to toast her with his coffee mug before turning to go nonchalantly, or so he hope it seemed, back inside.
Of course she had been sitting at the bar with her boyfriend when he went down to pick up his lunch order. He almost left, still irritated at the thought she had been laughing at him but he was hungry. She might look eighteen but she was sipping a beer. Vince couldn't help noticing it was this week's micro brew fad. He wondered if she was part of the new bush is back backlash against smooth snatch or not. Not if she followed her boyfriend's lead. His chest and pits were shaved. Vince tried not to be irritated but he didn't get it. Sure, if the shit was curling all out of the neck of your shirt fine but your armpits? Fuck.
As soon as Vince noticed hair on his back he'd done his research and got that shit lasered off, but not his chest.
Sure the kid had a nice body but he wasn't ripped by any means. Vince had bigger biceps. Or he was pretty sure he did.
Now the girl, she was hot. Just Vince's type. Nice boobs, the way they rode her chest under her bikini he could tell they were real. He couldn't really see her ass at the bar. He'd come down for a pickup order. These two had been sitting on the other side of the bar.
In keeping with his day so far, she had looked up and caught him staring. She tipped her beer at him and gave him that giant grin. Perfect white teeth of course. Her boyfriend turned to see who she had gestured to. The future Hot Ass, leaned into him and whispered. Vince heard that giggle again. The boy did not smile, or frown, just gazed at Vince.
Vince had begun to feel pissed off and returned the kid's stare while he waited for his order. He signed. Chatted up Sage, the bartender, just to establish that he, not they, was the regular here and then left, shooting for insouciant this time rather than simple nonchalance, and wondering why he was letting her get under his skin.
The rain had continued most of the day. It would stop long enough to lure the mothers, rarely the fathers, of bored children to the pool and then open up again. A parade of identical mothers sat, miserable, under a dripping palm leaf umbrella while kids who couldn't give a shit about the rain, splashed each other in the pool.
Vince ate his lunch on the balcony, sitting far enough back to avoid most of the rain the wind blew in. Fish taco were really too light for a stout but he needed to clear his mind of the sight of the pale shit the girl had been drinking.
"How is pilsner like making love in a canoe?" He asked himself. "Fucking close to water."
He was draining his glass when he saw the two of them dash from under the bar canopy and sprint toward the walkway leading to their building.
He had the insane urge to scream, "no running in the pool area" then wondered why he was turning into an old woman all of a sudden.
