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.
