As he entered the bookshop, he noticed her, standing by the science fiction books where he was headed. What he saw first was a shining head of fair hair forming a long wave, curving on top of a head just visible above the shelving, making its owner three inches taller. It could have belonged to a young girl or an old lady for all he knew. Then he turned into the section and involuntarily slowed his pace. He saw the face of a stunningly attractive woman gazing into the pages of a book held up near her chest. He estimated she was about thirty years old.
Random strands of her hair tumbled down the side of her face; a delicately shaped ear peeked between them. Balanced on her nose was a pair of spectacles, focusing her gaze onto the print in front of her. The glasses somehow added to her allure, drawing attention to the fine features of her face.
He observed this within a single step of his slowed pace. He neared her by another step.
She browsed the book in front of a spotlight highlighting the shelf. The white pages of the book reflected the light back onto her, graphically illuminating the top half of her breasts, squeezed together, up and outward by her bra, encased in a V-shaped top. Two curved mounds of flesh, lined up one behind the other from his viewpoint, demanding observation, gleaming in the light from the pages, rising and ebbing as she breathed. His breath deepened.
She glanced up from considering her purchase to see a man approaching her, a handsome man in his late thirties-early forties, she guessed. It crossed her mind that she was glad she wore her new bra today; she was proud to present her mounds to the world in this way. Although always proud of them, she'd been apprehensive to share them so brazenly.
Last month was her thirtieth birthday. Late that day, as she lay on her sofa after masturbating to an erotic novel, she was aware of how her libido had increased during the past few years and how much more often she felt the need to relieve her needs with masturbation. She'd also become more poised in the company of others, particularly men, no longer the timid girl scared of the world, growing into a mature woman any man would desire. Whether it was the champagne or Mother Nature, she vowed she would no longer be the shy but nice girl she had been and decided it was time she overcame her reticence and began to fully enjoy being a woman, a woman with needs she wanted to fulfil.
She found her courage, and the next day, to her surprise, her resolve was still with her. Her mind was made up; she was intent. Gradually her manner changed, as did her clothes. Her most pleasing decision was to display her firm and buoyant breasts to anyone who wanted to admire them. She was bold and confident.
She smiled warmly at the approaching man and then looked down again at her soon-to-be-purchased book, but her concentration was now on her side and the effect she hoped the allure of her rolling breasts had.
Her display, but more so her smile, conspired to create a twitch making itself felt in the organ hanging loose between his thighs. His baggy trousers would conceal any stiffness. He couldn't appear confident with a large bulge between him and the woman he was about to converse with. The silk boxer shorts would not help; damn it.
As he arrived alongside her, he looked away from her and studied the shelf. After briefly assessing the titles, he took hold of the book he'd come for. Not wanting to risk her moving away, he thought of something to say.
"Nice breasts"? NO! That was the first thing that sprang to his thoughts. Nice, very nice, though her breasts were, for some reason, convention doesn't allow their praise, not between strangers anyway, even those wanting not to be strangers. They both knew they were "very nice", but no, not acceptable.
He looked sideways, glancing an urgent look at her breasts, seeming even more arousing this close; his resolve firmed. His eyes continued upwards and looked at her hair.
"I like the way you wear your hair," he decided to say.
Delighted he'd made an opening, she replied...
"Oh! It's a bit of a mess..." she said, brushing a hand across it, making the loose wisps float, adding to her allure.
"...but thank you, kind sir!" She added in a lilting voice, smiling her warm smile, warming up his cock.
"What's that you're reading?" He added, "Are you into science fiction?"
Their conversation continued, building confidence between them. A common interest was discussed. They slowly walked to the checkout, carrying a book each, chatting all the way.
Then came his next hurdle. They were at the door, and he had to get her to continue their encounter somehow.
"I'm going for a coffee," she said. "Will you join me?"
"Mmm, yes, I'd love to," he replied, pleasantly surprised with her offer.
His organ reacted to her invitation with an inflow of blood, announcing its readiness to him. Her invitation was a clear announcement of the possibility of intimacy, and his cock knew it. Unless she was only a tease; his experience told him not, so did the blushing skin of her chest. She was as excited at the prospect as he was.
They found a cafe; he sat down and watched as she did the same, her breasts bouncing high then dipping low before her bra regained its grip. She smiled her special smile at his expression.
"I see you're a breast man," she teased.
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to stare."
"Yes, you did!" she retorted, with a smile.
"Yes, I did!" he agreed, also smiling. They both laughed.
"I'm discovering the enjoyment of showing them off. I was quite shy until recently; I'm glad I've finally found some courage!"
He, too, decided to be bold.
"Well, if you see the table rising, you'll know why!"
The smile left her face; she studied him for a second or two.
"You mean I've given you an erection?"
Slightly worried he'd said too much, he replied, "Well, the beginning of one, certainly."
She gazed into his eyes, her face expressionless, giving him no clues to her mood. Suddenly he felt her bare foot exploring his crotch, searching for evidence. Her mouth opened slightly, her breathing becoming more obvious.
He reached under the table and placed her foot on his growing erection. Her toes massaged it through the cotton and silk, the length of her foot along the length of his cock, her heel nuzzling his scrotum, he stroking her foot as she did so.
Her foot told of its impressive size and condition. She swayed it side to side, feeling his hardness with her toes, pulling down his foreskin through his clothes.
This contradiction of a woman, a sweet bespectacled face with prominent breasts swelling underneath, was playing with his cock in public.
"Shall we do this properly?" he suggested.
"What do you mean?"
"Let's go to a hotel."
She stopped the footplay and slipped her shoe back on while she considered what she already knew the answer to. She didn't want to appear easy, but she wasn't going to display any false modesty; she wanted so much to be intimate with this man she'd only just met. She'd had enough of being timid; she had known what she wanted since her last birthday. A woman who wanted to fully explore her sexuality and all the possibilities of her erotic nature, she was a flower in bloom.
"Do you know of anywhere nice?"
"The town's largest hotel has just reopened for the season; it'll be quiet, and they will have plenty of rooms available."
"Let's go then!" She announced, looking straight into his eyes, desire expressed on her face.
Without ordering their coffees, they left and headed for the hotel, arms linked, hand in hand.
They checked in and were guided to their rooms by a young chambermaid, who chatted about her weekend job to earn some money for clothes, etc. She ushered them in and said the room wasn't quite ready; she'd need to fetch some towels. Off she went, replacing her earphones blasting out the latest pop music from her phone.
While they waited for her to return, they kissed passionately, deeply. Their tongues tasted each other, lips pressed tightly, hands caressing bodies through clothes. Precious minutes passed.
"She's forgotten us; you know what kids are like. We'll find our own towels later," she decided, "let's get undressed."
They got as far as their underwear before kissing again. Her breasts pressed against his chest, only her low-cut bra between them, he in red boxers, she in French knickers, also silk.
"Turn around," he demanded. She obliged.
He unhooked her from her bra as she cupped her hands on her breasts, feigning modesty. The straps hung loose; he ran his hands up her back, down her shoulders to join her hands over her breasts. She let the garment drop and removed her hands so his could take their place. He cupped her breasts and lifted them, as her bra had done, assessing their weight, feeling their texture. He kissed her nape as he held her breasts in his grip.
She let out a moan.
He continued kissing and running his tongue around her neck while gently massaging her warm pliant tits, his thumb and forefinger tweaking rosy nipples. Her moans became more frequent, louder. Her knees weakened, so she shifted her balance to lean back against this man exciting her. She felt his silk-clad erection pressing against her buttock's cheek and gyrated herself against it while she moaned her pleasure. She was aroused as never before.
His kisses travelled down her spine; every two inches or so, a new sensation surged through her body. As he lowered, his hands let go of the soft mounds to delicately grip around her waist. On his knees, face buried in the silk of her loose knickers, wiping them across her buttocks with the movement of his head. Lowering his fingers, tucking them into the edge of the silk, he slid them down. They flowed gracefully over her round buttocks, dropping onto the floor.
They were magnificent. Two muscular ovals with such smooth skin, jutting out, he rained kisses on them. Again she swayed with the passion bestowed upon her, groaning her pleasure for him to hear, while he squeezed her nipples between thumb and finger.
She could not wait any longer to see his cock. She moved away and beckoned him to stand. He did, as she lowered to her knees where she met his organ, straining against the red silk, its detail etched into the material. Breathing deeply, she reached to remove the obstruction. She gasped as the head came into view, followed by the long, thick shaft her foot had felt back at the cafe.
A flesh-coloured steel spring stood vertical in front of her face, bigger than she'd imagined, placing her face on the shaft, feeling its heat through her cheek, smelling, licking, kissing, and tasting it. The hardness became even more so, twitching as it struggled to grow bigger from the blood pumping in with nowhere left to fill. She clasped his buttocks, feeling the powerful muscles flex solid, thinking of them thrusting his engorged cock deep into her welcoming pussy, which brought her to the edge.
He reached down to her hair, searching for the clip holding it in place.
"Let me," she offered, standing up.
Her fabulous straight hair cascaded down to her waist; she shook her head, and a curtain of hair obscured the top half of her body.
"Like it?" she enquired.
"I love it," he replied, "Come here."
He stood behind her and divided her hair at the centre, draping it over the front of her shoulders. Reaching for her breasts, he slowly wiped them with her hair. She dropped her head back onto his shoulder, moaning softly at the silkiness of her mane, arousing pleasure from her breasts.
His erection was pressing against the cleavage of her buttocks, pushing her away from him. He lowered himself and guided his shaft under her so it lay along her labia, its head peeking out at the front of her thighs, the head kissing her clitoris. The thought and feel of his hardness between her closed thighs caused her to writhe, panting and moaning. His ramrod so near, but not within her, gave her an exquisite sensation unlike any she'd felt before, her pussy leaking lubrication onto the intended piston beneath.
"Stop torturing me!" she pleaded breathlessly, "I want – ugh – I want you to ... FUCK ME!"
With an arm around her waist, he lifted her off the floor, his phallus taking its share of her weight. He guided her knees onto the bed while he stood on the floor. Very slowly he moved his piston along the lips of her pouting entrance, covering it with her oil. Her labia parted, ready, prepared, and impatient, trying to grasp its prey with its hungry mouth, dribbling in anticipation of the imminent feast.
Gradually he altered its angle so the flared head was nuzzling the lips trying to devour it.
He quickly reached down with both hands and spread her thighs apart, lowering her body while simultaneously thrusting up, impaling her on the full length of his shaft, almost lifting her off the bed. He pounded into her. The impact gave her the orgasm she was too ready for. Her cunt gripped its guest with strong contractions while she wailed her condition to his delighted ears. Despite the tempting of her groans, he managed not to come. Wanting to please her more before it was his turn.
With her orgasm still sounding, in the same position, he began rhythmical thrusting. He held her breasts as he pounded into her, her hair flowing everywhere. She met his thrusts with her hips raising upward. The squelch of their dance made music with the grunts, pants and moans that filled the room. His piston sliding with little friction inside her slippery chamber.
Both voices spoke loudly the erotic chant, accompanying the beat of their purpose,
But they still heard the door lock click. Neither wanted to, could, or would pause their lust.
The chambermaid, carrying three towels, used her key to enter. Music filled her ears from her earphones. She entered the room and noticed an odour, something she couldn't quite place. Then she reached the end of the short hallway and saw two naked bodies, bobbing up and down, mouthing unheard sounds.
She dropped her jaw; a chewing gum fell to the floor, she tugged at her earphones, and a different kind of music filled her senses. The two people in front of her moaned in harmony with their bobbing, the squelching adding to the chorus. They both looked at her, assessing her response; the two performers didn't miss a beat. They were unable to, possessed by their erotic being.
She dropped the towels and backed up one step, still looking at the display of passion before her. Shocked, scared and excited at the same time at the same thing, she left the room in a state of confusion.
Out in the corridor, she wanted to run away but also to see more; her thoughts raced. As her fear subsided, she became aware of the damp feeling at the front of her white cotton panties. The last time she was wet like this was when she'd enjoyed a long snog with her last boyfriend.
She used her key to enter the unoccupied room next door.
She could hear noises through the wall as she put her hand down her panties to feel her wetness. Now she wished she could see more of what they were doing, but that wasn't possible. She tugged her panties down her legs and unbuttoned her uniform, exposing her breasts. Not small, but firm enough not to bother with a bra; nipples erect because of what she witnessed. Putting one hand between her legs and the other on her breasts, just like she saw the man grasp the lady, closing her eyes, trying to remember every detail, her ears strained to catch every sound. She thought of herself with long hair as she rubbed her pussy until her moans were added to the ones coming from the adjacent room.
"I hope she doesn't report us!" she exclaimed, falling forward laughing. "That was exciting, being seen like that."
He agreed with her.
"Lie down on the bed," he ordered; she did. He wanted to cool down a bit before giving her the fuck of her life.
She sprawled along the bed, her hair fanning out.
"Open your legs wide..."
"Oh my god!" she said as she realised what he was going to do. She'd never had oral sex before. Only a few boring lovers and her own hands. She suddenly got very excited at the anticipation of his mouth doing wonderful things between her thighs.
He put a pillow under her hips to raise her to a better angle. This caused her to writhe at the thought of the imminent pleasure, her raw pussy positioned perfectly. She oozed with expectation.
He kissed the inside of her thighs, butterfly kisses, everywhere except where she wanted them most. Her labia gaped as she writhed her hips; sweet, sticky goo trickled out, but still he teased her. Then his tongue brushed the edges of her labia, tasting her sweetness, creating more. She writhed even more and clutched her breasts to gain more pleasure than she was getting from below; just the barest touch, her clitoris throbbed at its need for attention.
He launched his tongue at her clit, furiously licking the startled pink bud; he would not relent, not pause, until she was shrieking with pleasure.
She screamed out loud at the suddenness of his ploy. Then she began to stiffen from the effect of his tonguing. She gripped a handful of blanket in each hand, arching her back, falling back onto the bed and slowly arching her back again. Her moans turned to deep groaning as the intensity of his licks rasped her clitoris into a pleasure-storm. He was using slightly too much pressure, but she endured it and loved it.
Her body bounced back onto the bed as she began to flail violently, shaking her head, hair flowing about wildly. She banged her fists on the bed and groaned deeply to take the savage pleasure of his tongue on her clitoris. Orgasm welled up in her; she could feel it coming from deep within, stronger than any she'd had before. Her hips bucked sharply trying to dislodge the cause of her torment, but she wasn't able; he'd gripped her buttocks, clamping her onto his mouth. The orgasm rushed at her, a terrifying force, as it hit her; a cascade of pleasure slammed into her, causing her to scream to dampen the intensity of the pleasure. A torrent of moans followed the scream, her body jerking violently, uncontrollably, as the intensity of the orgasm surged through her. He altered his licking to a softer lapping as her pussy spat its cum at him. He inserted two fingers between her flaps to feel the last contractions of her lengthy orgasm, smiling at her performance of orgasmic rapture.
She lay in a heap on the bed, still writhing in aftershocks, still under the spell of the orgasm. Now he was ready. He positioned himself over her and plunged his incessant erection deep into her, to the hilt, and wriggled, swaying her hips with the force on it.
She parted her hair away from her face. Despite her weariness, she welcomed him to her pussy by squeezing him with her muscles.
"You said you wanted to be fucked; are you ready for it?"
"Yes," she replied despite the overwhelming orgasm she'd had.
He began his thrusts. Strong, deep, and purposeful thrusts at an even pace. On he went, longer than she thought he could endure. She sensed a response within her; she didn't think she'd be able to come again so soon. She was amazed at his ability to fuck her for so long without coming, without pausing; her hips matched his pace. Her hips rose to meet his tireless cock; soon she was moaning again.
He quickened his pace. His thrust's speed compelled her to react; a squelching vacuum sound filled both with such passion. He began to grimace, his explosive release approaching, and he looked at her, searching for clues.
She understood his desire, and his need for her to come as well made it happen for her. The carnal part of her mind filled her body with the desire for release. She urged her stallion on, tightening her cunt, the expression on her face enough by itself to make him cum. Her hands caressed his face. He grunted his last few thrusts as they both climaxed together, her cunt milking him of his sap. He fell on top of her, exhausted, still jerking. She embraced him as they felt each other's orgasm pulse within.
An echo of their orgasmic cry rebounded from the wall.
The chambermaid heard their every sound, if somewhat muted. Not knowing exactly what they were doing, but the sound itself was deeply arousing. She used her imagination to picture the possibilities, to great effect. Despite just having an orgasm, she continued pleasuring herself, feeling no inclination to stop; she made her own sounds of passion as she fingered her clit.
"What was that?" she enquired, as she headed for the wall. She put her head near it and heard soft moaning through it. She immediately realised what she was listening to, smiled and listened for a few seconds before she picked up a towel off the floor and wrapped it around her.
Out in the corridor, she neared the other room; turning the doorknob, she found it unlocked and carefully opened it. She saw the chambermaid on a bed, side-on to the wall, eyes closed, uniform unbuttoned, moaning and panting as she circled two of her fingers around the top of her glistening pussy; the other hand was teasing pleasure out of a nipple.
She watched for a while, aroused by the sight despite the glow in her body.
"Enjoying yourself?" she asked wryly.
Jumping up in shock, trying to cover herself, the maid could think of nothing to say and found herself being pulled by her wrist through the door into the next room.
"I could lose my job; please don't tell!" she pleaded.
"Did you enjoy listening to us?" she demanded. But no answer came.
"Do you get your kicks by eavesdropping?"
"It's the first time it's happened!" she retorted.
He was lying naked on the bed, bemused by the conversation between the two females.
"So did you enjoy it?" she asked again.
"What if I did?! If you don't want people to know what you're doing, you should have put a 'do not disturb' sign on the door!"
"There wasn't one," he contributed to the conversation.
"Oh". The chambermaid then noticed there was a naked man on the bed. Looking at his large cock, she threatened to scream if...
"No one's going to do anything to you," she was assured.
"I just thought that if you enjoyed yourself so much listening to us, you'd get ecstatic if you saw us."
The other two stared at her, not believing what they'd heard.
"What!" they said together.
"Would you like to see us doing it?"
She let her towel drop and crawled onto the bed.
"The door isn't locked; you can just walk out if you want."
She took hold of his organ, put it in her mouth, sucking it until he was hard again.
The maid stood staring, back where she was at the beginning but this time with an invitation to stay and watch. She moved closer to the door and reached for the handle. Seeing no one trying to stop her, she paused and watched the two of them.
She was enjoying the cock filling her mouth, slurping her cheeks around it, looking at her effect on his face. He was grimacing with pleasure. She hadn't heard the door open or close, so she was hopeful she was being appreciated by two.
The maid edged back into the room mesmerised by the sight of a woman sucking a cock, something she didn't think could be so enjoyable to see. A new itch flickered over her clit.
She finished sucking. Still gripping his erection, she looked over her shoulder to see a pair of eager eyes staring back at her.
The girl examined the huge organ in the woman's hand; its sight drew a gasp from her, and she neared to get a better look. Her itch grew, demanding to be scratched. She watched, excited, wanting to know what they were going to do.
Walking on her knees up the bed, the woman positioned herself over him and wiggled his cock's head over her opening, lubricating it with a fresh flow of juice. She lowered herself onto his shaft slowly, giving a good view to anyone who might be standing behind. She stayed lowered on her stud and threw her hair forward onto his chest, waving her head, sensually exciting her lover with her mane, and then threw her head back sharply, the hair whipping onto her back. Again she rolled her head, this time giving her own back and buttocks a swipe.
Leaning forward, hands on his chest, she slowly raised her body off his erection, wriggling her hips, giving a performance for the audience, moaning as she squelched upward, his organ covered with her honeycream, his balls coated as from a dripping hot candle. She reached the top of his shaft and squeezed his knob three times with her pussy lips before slowly descending again, repeating again and again, gradually building up speed.
The sight of the cock disappearing into her vagina intensified the throbbing between the girl's legs, and her hand lowered irresistibly where she found her pussy dripping. Wetter than she could ever remember, her clit ached with need. She moved her fingers over her gaping slit, aroused as never before. She got down on her knees behind the woman to see her ride his cock; she watched in open-mouthed amazement at the sight of it disappearing into a gooey hole, the sound they made arousing her like she didn't know was possible.
From behind she heard her audience come; a shiver of satisfaction surged through her, and she felt her stud stiffen even more at the sound of the chambermaid coming.
"Come round here where I can see you," she urged, "I won't do anything you don't want," she promised.
Still panting at her orgasm, she took her at her word. Wanting to see more, she walked over to the side of the bed and drew a chair near. She removed her open uniform, the only thing she was wearing, and sat naked on the chair, managing a weak smile.
"I just want to watch," she admitted.
"I know, that's fine. We'll just enjoy ourselves, and you just enjoy yourself, OK?"
"Yeah, great, OK!"
The girl looked at the man underneath the woman and managed a smile. She lost any inhibitions, her legs spread wide, and she tweaked her nipples eagerly.
He was looking at the chambermaid before a hand turned his head and wagged a finger at him; he heard a giggle to his side.
"Now it's my turn to fuck you," she announced, "I'll make it a good one!"
She began to writhe on top of him, snuggling onto his erection, then began to pump up and down, alternating with rotating her hips.
The girl on the chair wiped her thumbs across her nipples, urging their pleasure; soon a hand found its way to her clit, throbbing again at the sight before her, her eyes devoured every detail, and her panting became deeper and louder.
Fired by the sound at her side, she quickened her pace, soon riding her stallion at a gallop. Her breasts changed from jiggling to slapping against each other, clapping their mistress, urging her on. All three were uttering their pleasures, each feeding off the stimulation of the others.
The girl's hand left her breast and reached for the woman who clasped her hand in hers. Needing the other to finger herself, she offered a waving leg to the man who placed it on his chest, stroking her calf and thigh. The girl extends her other leg toward a bouncing breast, and, clipping a nipple between her toes, she squeezes the breast against the ribs in a circular motion, the nipple stretched by the movement giving delicious pleasure to both. All three were now linked, touching, creating a circuit between them. With the sexual energy building up, the moans became more urgent; they headed for a triple climax.
Having come already, the three took time in their build-up. He came first, overwhelmed by the sound of two ecstatic females pleasuring themselves in his presence, moaning their delight in his ears. As his erection subsided, his rider unmounted him, his semi-erect cock plopping out, oozing out their mixture.
She reached for the girl's other leg and brought it to her breast. Each of her breasts now had a foot pressing and massaging as she leaned forward against the girl's legs, making her use her muscles to support her weight, adding to the girl's feeling. One hand still holding the girl's, she brought the other to her semen-dripping pussy and strummed, looking between the youngster's wide open knees doing the same thing.
A woman and a girl gazed at each other as they fingered themselves; one hand entwined the other, feverish at their own pussy, watching each other's technique, learning and enjoying. The woman built up to her orgasm, her voice tone raising in steps. An overwhelming orgasm shuddered from her fingers, and her clitoris screamed waves of pleasure through her body as she collapsed sideways onto her man. The sight of the woman's explosive orgasm causing the girl's. Still fingering her clit, her legs waving about in the air, she cums. A long wail escapes her mouth as she continues to wipe her clit side to side; the wail turns to a groan which lasts as long as she exhales; in between, she gasps for breath. The chair moves along the floor as her body convulses, legs jerking wildly. Her hand still clasps the woman's, the touch deepening her sensation. Her orgasm goes on for longer than the others'. She hugs her breasts as the final waves of her orgasm wash over her.
They lay on their bed and chair, panting, exhausted, and spent, all three glowing.
The two adults go to the shower to wash their excitement away. Her hair clumped down her back. Through the steamed-up glass, they see a slight figure watching, who opens the door and joins them. All three washed in the hot stream pressed against each other in the cramped, steam-filled cubicle.
He feels a hand grasp his cock, flaccid after all his efforts. He didn't know whose hand it was. He looks at the two females, the elder one washing her breasts; the younger was looking down at his organ. She cupped her hand under his dangling balls, assessing their weight. She'd never felt a man's genitals, only through her boyfriend's jeans; she was curious and was going to take this chance to examine it. His cock stirred, he nodded at the woman, and she saw what was happening. She reached for the tap and turned the water off.
"You're a little too young for that!" she joked.
"I only want to see" came the reply.
"Looks like you've got a handful there!" she teased.
"And to feel!"
His erection grew full. She beamed at the effect of her touch; her fingers didn't circle it.
"It's so big and hard; does it hurt when it's in you?" she asked.
"Not if you're ready, you know, juicy."
She moved her hand up and down the shaft, pulling his foreskin back, savouring every detail, feeling his hardness.
"It looks nicer when it's small," she declared, "more cuddly and squidgy!"
"Gee, thanks!" he said, and the other two laughed.
"I've got work to do! Thanks for the sexy show; I've learnt a lot watching you two, and now I know what pleasure I can have!"
She kissed them both on the cheek and looked down at her handiwork. She kissed it on the shaft, tasting it with her tongue.
"Now I can boast I've had oral sex! See you!" With that she left the bathroom to dry herself on one of the towels before replacing her uniform, stuffing her panties into a pocket.
The other two kissed in the shower. Warm in the satisfaction of their first encounter and the educating of a delightful girl in the pleasures of the flesh.
