Sharing the Hot Guy

Sally tossed on the pull-out sofa and sighed. Whose idea was it to share a one-bedroom suite? Right -- hers. She had not predicted that Laura would pick up a hot young bartender, but maybe she should have. The moans of ecstasy from the bedroom had died down a while ago, but it didn't help her relax.

She and Laura had been friends for years, so taking a resort vacation together seemed like a good idea. They were both in their forties, but Laura was single and good-looking. Sally was unhappily married and ... no, she was not ugly or plain, but she didn't fool herself that she was in Laura's league. So she had watched enviously while her friend flirted with Antonio, they all came back to the suite, and Sally was banished to the couch. She had actually masturbated while she listened, but even an orgasm did not give her a restful sleep.

Now daylight was breaking. She heard the bedroom door open and close, and a step that sounded heavier than Laura's. She opened her eyes. It was indeed Antonio, and he was naked. She stifled her sharp intake of breath and watched his butt as he walked to the bathroom. The door closed. That's all I need, Sally thought ironically. Already fantasizing about what she couldn't have, and now it would be even more vivid. Fantasies were all she got now. Involuntarily, her hand moved over her breasts, beneath the thin camisole. She wondered if she would have time for another orgasm before the happy couple came out to say good morning.

The bathroom door opened, and she jerked her hand away from her chest. She closed her eyes halfway and got a full frontal view of Antonio. He paused near her couch, grinned, and twitched his hips. Then she saw his butt walking away, and the bedroom door closed. Sally's eyes opened wide. Oh God. Did he know she was watching? Then she looked down and realized she had accidentally left one breast exposed, and a hot flood of embarrassment washed over her. She wanted to get dressed and leave the suite and find someplace to hide ... for the rest of the vacation, at least. Three more days. She didn't feel she could face Antonio, or even Laura.

Sally's thoughts whirled for several more minutes while she looked at her suitcase on the end table. Then the door opened again. It was Laura, wearing a T-shirt and panties.

"Good morning, Sally," she said, sitting down on the arm of the couch. "I know you're awake."

Sally mumbled something. She felt miserable, but Laura was smiling. "It's OK, girlfriend," she said. "We're all adults. I'm hot, he's hot, you're hot."

"All I feel now is embarrassed," Sally said, pulling the sheet up tighter around her chin.

"There's no need," Laura said. "Antonio has a great body, but he is also very sweet."

"Great."

"I mean it. I have deliberately been teaching him how to please a mature woman. He says I'm the first resort customer he's slept with, and I believe him. He has good natural instincts."

"Good for you." Sally tried to keep discomfort and jealousy out of her voice.

"It is good for me. And, Sally, it can be good for you, too."

Sally sat up and dropped the sheet. "What do you mean?"

"Well, this is only a vacation fling. What happens here stays here. And I know you haven't had good sex in a while. And I also know that Antonio could give you great sex. Great sex," she repeated.

Sally stared at her friend. "You talked about this?"

"We did. He told me you saw him, and I asked if he would like to give you a good time, and he said yes. I didn't have to ask twice."

"Oh my God." Sally stared downward. She was embarrassed to see that her erect nipples were showing through the fabric of her top.

"And Eddie," Laura continued, "does not owe you a damn thing, from what you've told me."

"Maybe not," Sally said. She took a deep breath. "But ..." She pointed to the bedroom door and shook her head in bewilderment.

"He's a great guy, Sally. He would do anything you asked him to. Anything."

"And you're OK with that?"

"More than OK, I really want you to."

Sally shook her head again. Suddenly she said, "All right." She flung back the sheet and stood up. "But first I'm going to wash and brush my teeth."

"Good idea. Antonio already did that."

Sally frowned. "Where did he get a toothbrush?"

"I brought a few spares," Laura said innocently.

"Jesus. You thought of everything. All right. Before I talk myself out of it."

In the bathroom she brushed her teeth thoroughly, put on deodorant, and ran a washcloth over her crotch. She was startled to realize that she was already getting wet, even though her heart was pounding with nervousness. Her camisole and boxer shorts didn't exactly look sexy, but she hadn't packed anything sexy. She took a deep breath, walked into the living room, and caught Laura's eye.

"Alrighty, I will introduce you," Laura said. She led Sally to the bedroom. "Antonio?" she said. "Sally is ready for you."

"And I am ready for her," Antonio said, getting up from the bed. He was still naked. His penis was not erect, but it was thick and dangling. He smiled serenely. "I'm looking forward to being with you, Sally."

Laura gave Sally a little nudge forward, and Sally heard the door close behind her. She said, "Um ... hi ... Thank you ..." She blushed.

Antonio stepped forward and held out his hands, palms up. Sally took them, and he stroked her wrists. His smile widened. He looked eager, and genuine. Sally reminded herself that he was just a kid. Legal, but young.

"Would you like a back rub?" he asked. Sally felt grateful. "Yes," she said. "I think that would be a good way to start." She lay down on the bed, hands folded under her chin, and Antonio sat on her. Through the fabric of her shorts, she could indistinctly feel his genitals against her butt. His warm hands touched her shoulders and neck, then her back with a little more pressure. He did not tug at the camisole or go underneath it. He worked his way down to her butt and kneaded it over her shorts.

"You have a beautiful body," he said. "It feels good under my hands."

"Thank you," she said. "Your hands feel good to me, too. You can keep going on my legs."

Antonio did, rubbing firmly but tenderly on her bare skin, while Sally thought about "beautiful body." Her body had carried and nursed two babies, and it showed the usual wear and tear. She wished her breasts were higher and her butt was smaller and her tummy was tighter, while knowing that time would always get the last word.

Of course Antonio was trying to make her feel good -- but that was something to appreciate in itself. When was the last time her husband had complimented her? Years? Ever? Right now, she wanted to enjoy another person doing something nice for her body, instead of doing it all for herself.

Antonio fondled her kneepits gently, then gave the same treatment to her calves. Then he lifted her feet. He gently kissed each toe on one foot, then ran the tip of his tongue over the toes on the other.

Sally moaned. She rolled over and said, "Work your way up." Antonio's penis was erect now, and leaking pre-cum. It was not as big as porn-star cocks -- yes, she knew -- but noticeably bigger than her husband's. Seeing and touching her had aroused him, she thought with satisfaction. He stroked her ankles and shins, then gently but firmly rubbed the muscles of her thighs, moving steadily higher and inward until his thumbs were grazing her vulva. "Is this OK?" he asked. Sally nodded, and his palm began moving in circles on her fabric-covered mound.

A jolt of pleasure shot through Sally's body. She needed this so much. She raised her hips, and Antonio, understanding the gesture, pulled her shorts off. She sat up just enough to take off her top, and she lay back naked, eagerly showing her fortysomething body to a man half her age.

There was a light in Antonio's eyes. "You are beautiful," he said, stroking her furry outer lips and very gently dipping into her wetness. "What can I do for you now?"

Sally reached down and held his shaft, sighing at the feel of the hard thickness. "Put it in me," she said. "I want to feel you deep inside me." Even though she and Eddie no longer had sex, she was still on birth control to regulate her cycles.

"And I want to feel you all around me," Antonio said. He placed the head of his cock between her labia and slid his arms underneath her. Sally wrapped her arms around his broad, muscular back and shuddered with pleasure just at the feel of his body. She ran her fingertips down his spine and grabbed his firm buttocks. Slowly and deliberately, Antonio slid his rod into her until their pubic hair meshed. He gave his hips a little extra twitch before pulling back. Sally moaned, and moaned again on the return thrust.

As Antonio pumped, he dropped butterfly kisses on her nipples and breasts, and then moved up. For the first time, they exchanged a kiss. Sally was hungry for his tongue in her mouth. She spread her legs wider and wrapped them around his thighs, while with one hand she pressed his head against her own. She wanted all of him. She wanted to be as close to him as she possibly could, to be one flesh. His cock continued to pound her depths, jolting her with pleasure every time.

Had she ever been fucked like this? Certainly not by Eddie, even in the good times, and not by the few boys in the distant past. Usually she needed to rub herself to get off after her husband dumped his load, but now ... could it be? The strokes of Antonio's thick rod on her G-spot were ... yes.

"I'm coming!" she shouted. "Oh God!" She pressed her body hard against Antonio's, grinding her hips, clenching her legs, pounding her hands. Antonio kissed her nipple, and the extra stimulation brought a scream from her. She shuddered and fell back limp, while handsome naked Antonio waited, his cock motionless inside her.

"You're amazing," she said weakly. "Go ahead and finish. It's all for you now."

"You have given me so much pleasure already," Antonio said. "A little more will be no different." He began to thrust again, keeping his body upright while he smiled down at her. Sally couldn't get enough of the sight, and he still felt good inside her. She dropped her hand to her clitoris and began to touch it. "Yes, do it, baby," Antonio said, giving her an extra-deep thrust. "Please yourself."

Her husband didn't encourage her like that. Could she actually come again? She continued to give her sensitive spot the little fingertip circles that she knew all too well from doing it alone. Antonio held her hips while he kept up a steady rhythm, and she wondered if he was waiting for her again. Improbably, she felt the second orgasm building. She looked in his eyes, and the silent connection seized them both. He gasped and fell forward on her, and she felt the hot spurts deep inside at the same time as her own climax washed over her body.

They were both silent for a moment. Then Antonio gently eased off of her and cuddled her in his arms. He kissed her forehead and said, "You are amazing."

"So are you," Sally said, stroking his back. "I needed that so much." She might as well tell him. "It's been more than two years since I had sex."

"Wow. I'm happy to break the streak."

"And an incredible way to break it. You are so hot and so sweet."

"Thank you. I'm happy to be with you." He ran one finger down her flank and stirred her pubic hair. "Mmm. Your bush is not too thick and not too thin. I can see the curve of your mound. So graceful."

"It is?"

"It is." Antonio grabbed a Kleenex from the nightstand and wiped his semen off her. "And your pussy is beautiful. Your inner lips have come out to play." He stroked them lightly, and Sally felt a pleasant shudder. "They look like they're pouting." He made a comical face with his own lips to demonstrate.

Sally laughed and kissed him. "Oh, my pussy lips are very happy right now," she said. "They have nothing to pout about."

"Maybe they do. Maybe they are pouting because I haven't kissed them yet."

"Oh my." Sally raised her eyebrows at her new lover. "Really?"

"Really." Antonio lightly slid his finger up the wet groove to her clitoris while he leaned in to kiss her mouth. The motion of his finger and his tongue became stronger and more deliberate. He broke off the kiss. "I think that those pouty pussy lips need my mouth on them," he said. "Do you?" His fingers spread her vulva wide.

"Oh God," Sally said softly. "I think they do."

She spread her legs, and Antonio moved down, trailing kisses as he went. He rubbed his face in her bush. "Graceful mound," he said indistinctly. Then he moved around to nuzzle her thighs. "Hello, sweet little lips," he said. "Mwah, mwah." He kissed each one. Sally sighed. He dipped his tongue into the gap between them and slowly, deliberately dragged it up to her clitoris, grazing it gently.

"Yes," she said, stroking the back of his neck. He licked harder and she said, "Yes, that's good." He settled into a rhythm, licking and sucking, while also stroking her inner and outer lips. He purred with satisfaction, and her whole vagina felt the vibrations.

Sally had not had cunnilingus since her honeymoon, sixteen years ago, although she had certainly fantasized about it. But now, naked and spread wide open, looking at Antonio's youthful, enthusiastic face buried in her pussy, she felt an actual real ecstasy beyond her furthest imaginations. She could see the motion of his jaw and the slight hollow of his cheeks as he sucked her. Her body was already primed from two orgasms, and she almost wanted to delay the third, but she also wanted more pleasure, harder pleasure, right now. Right now. She ground her hips deeper into Antonio's face, and the tip of his tongue caught the tip of her clit at the crucial moment, and she exploded into another climax.

Antonio paused, and Sally enjoyed the sight of his damp smile between her thighs. "That was wonderful," she said. "The only thing was, I wanted to last longer."

"Well, you are a woman," Antonio said. "Shall I give you another one right now?"

"Oh my God. Would you?"

"I would be happy to. I am definitely not tired of licking your pussy."

"Well, tell me when you are. I know people have limits."

"Mine is a long way off," he said, his words muffled as he dove back into her wet, sensitive vagina.

Sally's pleasure in the second round was not desperate and fiery, but she stroked his neck as he worked and enjoyed the slow build. She was impressed with his endurance. Sometimes he would take a short break and finger her clit and her labia (the thought of "pouty" made her tingle), but then he would resume work with his lips and tongue, and in the fullness of time, Sally's orgasm flowed over her body, smooth but powerful. She gave a long, slow gasp and gently pushed Antonio away.

He scooted up to her, grinning, and folded her in his arms. They kissed, and the residue of her own pussy on his tongue did not taste bad. She sighed and ran her hand over his chest and down his flank. She held his penis and felt it thicken in her hand. The corners of her mouth turned up. Slowly, she ran the tip of her tongue down his body and kissed the head of his cock.

"Antonio," she said, looking up at his face, "you are about to make history."

"How?"

"This is the first time in my life that I have given a man a blow job because I wanted to, not because he asked me."

"Aw. I feel very honored."

"Well, you are very special." Sally ran the flat of her tongue up his tool. "No one has ever made me feel like this."

Even more, she reflected as she took the whole shaft in her mouth, there were no power games here. This was a vacation fuck. If this had been the first sexual encounter of a potential long-term relationship, part of her -- at least a small part -- would have seen a blow job as a down payment on the future. But here, there was only now. Now was her entire being, body and soul, dissolved in a pool of sexuality that radiated from her clitoris in great waves to her fingers and toes and the ends of her hair -- and her tongue. She had Antonio's cock in her mouth because she really wanted Antonio's cock in her mouth.

She slurped as deeply as she could, then trailed back up to his tip and teased it before enfolding him again. Down and up, down and up she moved, savoring the sensation of every bump and ridge on his rigid rod. Her tongue, her lips, the inside of her cheeks -- she couldn't get enough. She tickled the root behind his balls and enjoyed the groan of appreciation. He caressed her shoulders and the nape of her neck while she sucked him. "Mmm," she moaned in her turn. She remembered how the vibration of Antonio's voice had felt on her pussy, and she wondered if her own sounds would do something similar for his cock.

And the answer was yes. Antonio's moans reached a higher pitch, and he gripped her shoulders. She felt his penis get even harder against her tongue, and she felt the surge, and she did not let go. For the first time in her life, a man came in her mouth, and she swallowed without thinking, while her hands gripped his hips and her body trembled with her own sexual desires.

With a sigh, she released his cock and laid her cheek against his thigh. He ran his hand lightly over her hair and said, "That was incredible. You knew just what to do."

"Pure instinct," said Sally with a shaky laugh. She crawled up the bed and rested against his chest. "That was sexually satisfying for me, too. I just can't get enough of you."

"Same here."

"Do you mean that?"

"Of course."

"Well ..." Sally climbed directly on top of him and held his face between her hands. She could feel his wet, limp penis against her vulva. "How long do you think it will take you to get hard again?"

"Oh, I don't know. Five minutes?"

"Oh my God. You are a hot young machine."

"Shall I go down on you until I'm ready?"

Sally considered. "No, thank you. You're very sweet, but I think I just want to look at you and touch you for a while."

"As long as I can do the same to you."

And so they did. Sally propped herself on her elbow and played with his chest, while he caressed her lower back and the folds of her ass and reached for the folds of her pussy. "Lie on your front," she said to him, and he did. She sat on him and rubbed his shoulders, while lightly moving her pubis against his butt. "Oh, that feels good," he said.

"You were doing something similar to me when we started."

"I wasn't humping against you. You weren't ready for that yet."

"I probably wasn't. Right now, you feel good, too." She gave her hips a little extra thrust against his ass.

"And you. I can feel your hair and your wetness. And your graceful mound."

Sally burst out laughing. "You and that graceful mound. I'll never look at it the same way again."

"I hope that's a good thing."

"It is." Sally slid her hands under him to feel his pecs and his nipples. He shifted his body and said, "OK, I now have a raging hard-on."

"Yay," she said, moving to one side. Antonio rolled onto his back, and she smiled at his firm body and firm cock. "Can I be on top this time?" she asked.

"Of course." He held his tool in a straight upright position while Sally knelt over him. She could feel her own wetness tricking down her thighs. She lowered herself eagerly and sighed as she felt his rod slide into her depths. She rested her weight on his hips and gazed at the handsome young man under her who was grinning with satisfaction. "You looked pleased," she said.

"A beautiful naked woman sitting on my cock? Of course I'm pleased." Antonio squeezed her waist, and his hands moved up to her breasts. He's so considerate, Sally thought. Upright full frontal was not her best look -- she was self-conscious about the sag of her breasts and her tummy -- but he was teasing and playing with her as though she was a Playboy model.