The weight of her hands digs into his skin, holding him down against the hard wood floor. He can smell the fruity shampoo of her hair as it tumbles down around her face, and the tips itchingly tickle his bare chest. He'd like to brush them away, grab those silken strands and pull her down on top of him, crushing her into his chest, but he can't. She's had him hard for what seems like hours, and as much as he might like to feel her, it's only her touch that he can feel, a touch that sends electric shocks through his body.
They met at the beach earlier. Vacationing in Cancun, she seemed like the only girl who wasn't interested in getting drunk in the entire resort. After an hour of psyching himself up he finally got the nerve to chat with her, a beautiful girl, alone on the beach, wearing a small green bikini and glistening tanned skin. She didn't seem to buy any of his lines, but asked him to sit town anyway, chatting and laughing while the sun set, but her flirting moved beyond friendly when she teasingly changed the subject to sex.
She turned to him and lowered her voice, smiling as she suggested all the fun that would be going on at the resort that tonight.
"But of course," she explained, "I'd rather not waste my energy dancing at the bar. Why get drunk and do things sloppy?"
He was shocked when she started to tease him on the beach, outlining all the things other people would be getting into, of course he was even more shocked when she abruptly sat up and announced she was going back to her cabaña,
As she walked away, his hopes (amongst other things) began to fade. She had seemed into him, she laughed at his jokes, made unnecessary contact when she asked him to "help her with the sunscreen", and then there were the saucy stories she was telling him. Although he knew that was clearly going to be the end of it, he certainly wouldn't deny himself a longing stare as she departed. He let his eyes rove over her as she walked away; beautiful muscular legs and shoulders, but still enough curves and a great tight ass to make him stiff. It didn't take much imagination to mentally undo the strings on her bikini, but unfortunately she wasn't facing him for the full effect of his mental efforts to be appreciated. He was hypnotized by the sway of her long dark hair, the way the loose curls bounced as she walked, then swept around in a floating arch when she turned-
"Hey" she interrupted his dreaming "I didn't spend my afternoon chatting you up to leave you holding your...bag. Aren't you going to try another line?"
"Ah, um...yeah" he stalled, trying to think of something to say "I...um...do you come here often?" he desperately tried to make it come off as a joke, but inwardly groaned at his own blunder.
She only smiled.
"Bad choice, but good try, though. Maybe next time that'll work"
She quickly turned away, leaving him with a sunken feeling and a swollen cock.
Defeated for the night he decided to cut his losses and at least enjoy some time by himself. Rushing to his own cabaña he slipped inside, pressing his back against the door and finally relaxing for a brief moment, enjoying the cool air conditioning on his sweating skin. His mind was caught up in her imagined naked perfection, leaving his head spinning and his hand groping at his belt buckle. He moved towards the bed and reached into his beg for the bottle of lube he had hoped to share with a female companion much like the one that had just let walk away.
With his pants pushed down around his ankles, sitting down on the bed, he let his head tilt back as his right hand slowly stoked the length of his shaft. He imagined her hand doing this, and as the lube coated and covered his cock he could see her lips wrapped around the head of his dick through his closed eyelids. His cock was aching in his hand, throbbing as he imagined feeling her skin under his hands instead; as he imagined reaching around her neck and feeling her hair brush against his arms as he untied the thin straps of her bikini; and ultimately, as he imagined fucking her, and watching her small round breasts bounce with his every thrust. His breathing was quick and shallow and he could feel his balls clench as he came closer to cuming.
"Hello?" He heard a muffled voice at his door and cursed under his breath, "Yeah? What?" He shouted back, begging that they would go away.
There was a slight laugh. His mind was clouded with thoughts of her body wrapped around his until she said, "It's me. From the beach"
How could he have not recognized her voice? His mind was so preoccupied with thoughts of her that his hand was still stroking himself while he tried to pull himself out of the fog her body had surrounded him with. As he tried desperately to bring himself together, his thoughts were almost jumbled enough to not recognize the sound of the door opening,
"I just thought---"
He desperately tried to cover up what he had been doing, pushing the lube under the bed, and pulling at this pants, but the jingling of his belt was a dead give away.
"---you might want to try again." She said as she saw his state. His erection just barely hidden under his balled up t-shirt, and his frantic flushed face.
"Was that for me?" She asked
As always she seemed to find him at a loose for words.
"I guess I could go, but I'm not sure you should be left in such a state." She said as she walked closer to him. He was sure to stay still, as if she was some apparition that could vanish at any moment. The first time she touched him, she ran the tips of her fingers up from his knees to the joint of his thighs. With her two hands resting in the space where his thighs met his hips, she leaned in towards him, letting her long hair cascade around her face. He was intoxicated with the smell of her hair, but he couldn't pull his eyes away from her cleavage and the sway of her breasts as she breathed in and out.
He pulled in a shocky breath as her right hand slipped around his dick, "were you doing something like this?" she asked.
"Yes" he gasped as she began to massage his cock back to full steam. He put his hands behind him, reclining back into the bed while she leaned over him, stroking his cock.
He groaned as her hand slid up and down his dick, loving the feeling of her hands on him and reveling in the change of events this evening. His body was on fire, and when she kissed him, leaning deeply onto him, he wanted to explode.
He reached out with his left hand to touch her hip, feel her skin under the thin beach dress she was wearing. She smiled through the kiss and bit his lip in response.
"You don't get to touch me" She lightly told him "you've wanted to touch me all day. I can tell you were thinking of touching me before I walked in here, but right now, it's my turn to do the touching"
He removed his hand.
"Good" She breathed, "now put your hands back behind you"
He immediately complied, wanting her to continue stroking him, no mater what she asked of him. His cock twitched and throbbed as her other hand moved down to gently massage his balls.
While her two hands were busy, she began to kiss his chest, lightly sucking and biting his nipples. As her kisses began to move down his chest, his head began to swim with thoughts of her body on the beach, and the look of her cleavage as she leaned over him. He imagined his daydream from before she came to his room; her lips sucking his dick into her mouth and her tongue swirling around the tip of his cock, and he wished for the real thing. Her mouth had moved past his stomach down to his hips, and he leaned back onto his elbows, raising his hips to meet her mouth.
"No moving" she said, punctuating her sentence by stepping down onto his pants.
He cursed himself. He had been in such a rush to be alone that he didn't even take his pants off, leaving them in a pile on the floor around his ankles. And now she was stepping on them, effectively pinning is legs and his body in one place. She continued to stroke him with her hands, playfully teasing the tip of his cock with a squeeze of her fingers. His mind was focused on her lips, and he looked down at the top of her head when he achingly felt her hot breath on his skin and she began to kiss and lick the tip of his cock. His breathing was heavy, and his cock was throbbing as he felt her lips finally, with aching slowness, slid over and down the length of him.
His balls began to tighten, and his breath became a low groan between his teeth as he felt her lips on his dick. He loved the way she looked and could feel himself twitching in response to her actions. He could feel little spurts of pre-cum cover and coat the tip of his cock, and he had to control himself not to cum as she teasingly licked the head of his dick with her tongue.
She immediately stopped, and he groaned once again, but this time for an entirely different reason, wishing she would continue.
"Um...do you think I'd really let you cum? What kind of fun is that for me?"
His eyes were closed as he felt himself slip away from his orgasm.
He felt her body slide up his, and the shift of her weight to the bed on either side of his legs. He opened his eyes and saw her smiling down as she straddled him, wrapping her hands around his head and pulling him in towards her to support himself on his hands. As she settled down onto his lap, he could feel the heat of her pussy, bare against his skin. His cock was throbbing when she reached down between them and gripped it in her hand, puling it into position between her thighs and directly under her pussy. His breath caught as he felt her hot wet pussy touch the tip of his cock, and he had to kiss her. Quickly leaning forward, he pressed his lips against hers, and when she didn't pull back, he went deeper, swirling his tongue into her mouth. She kissed him back, but swiftly broke away.
"Ah, ah, ah!" she sighed "I didn't tell you that you could do that"
