“Does she know it’s a shared suite?” I growled, wondering and then hoping the same Lucy from the hotel before has somehow magically found her way to this one.
“Like I said take it or leave it,” he replied, sliding the key card across and getting himself back to doing what looks like a whole bunch of nothing.
I should knock, but having just paid for a shared suite, each guest with their own room within a room, I tell myself that’s stupid.
Letting myself in, I call out quietly though, just being friendly so I don’t startle-
I feel my own hand cover my mouth as soon as I see her lying there.
Fighting the urge to moan out loud as I feel my dick jerk hard north, volume eleven with a hardness that’s off the charts.
It’s her alright, and she’s not just on her bed she’s practically fucking naked, wearing just a tight fitting white tee and panties.
The sound of my throat cracking as I swallow, trying to find some moisture cuts through the silence.
Her little breathing sounds and occasional whimper the only other noises in the room.
She’s asleep, or as good as. Dreaming by the looks. Little mews and jerks from her body.
Her thick, heavy chest heaving with each breath, showcasing stiff, pebbled nipples under the translucent fabric.
Before I can trust myself to uncover my mouth so I don’t startle her with any noise, I’m fishing for my dick.
I can’t take this a second longer.
The curves that had me hard back at the other hotel are naked now, smooth and soft.
Now, I’m an older guy. Far from being in my prime in that department anyway, or so I thought.
Physically, I’m in great shape, but as I’ve gotten older, well. The urge isn’t as strong is all I’d normally have to say about that.
But this girl, this angel from heaven. She’s doing something to me I haven’t felt since I was half my age, probably closer to her age.
There’s a moment of hesitation as I watch her, knowing more than ever now it’s her I want but I can’t just.
Oops. Too late.
I let out a low moan as I free my cock, feeling it slap hard up against my abs as I slide into the nearest chair so I can keep both eyes on her.
I swallow hard and dry again, telling myself to breathe, telling myself to take my time enjoying her, even though I can feel my balls rising up already.
A little groan of my own matching the steady stream of precome I have for her already as I feel my cock start to twitch suddenly.
Too suddenly.
It’s for her though, all of it for her. She shifts in her sleep again, and I catch full sight of her damp mound through her lace panties, her own hand moving between her legs as she lets out another little sound.
I can’t waste it. Not like this.
I hear myself curse loudly, the pressure of my own climax coursing up my hard shaft already.
I tilt my head back and grind my teeth, willing myself not to come.
Not yet.
I need to fill her with my seed, not the lounge room.
Before I even look, I know she’s awake. I can hear her gasp and sit up in her bed.
I rush to cover myself, but there’s a bigger part of me that wants her to see. That wants her to know just how unbelievably hot she is and the overpowering effect she’s having on me.
I want to finish for her, right here and now, then command her to come over and get on all fours so I can fill her with a second round of the same.
But no.
I can’t just assume that’s what she wants and I won’t waste a drop of my seed now that I’ve seen all of her.
Now I know she’s exactly what I want.
Not wanting to frighten her, I make myself decent, but I can tell she’s not bothered by me or my little performance.
Far from it.
I can see from all the way over here, her eyes dilating and her chest thicken even harder as her breath quickens. And those bullets for nipples are telling a story all of their own, like fingers reaching out for mine.
Begging to be touched, begging to be sucked and rubbed as much as the rest of her.
I tuck myself in, turning away from her and groaning again as I feel the intense need to pleasure more than myself.
But I need to know. I need to know so much more about her, she’s caught me spying, realizing just how much she’s affected me.
I try the obvious response first, telling her I should go, but it’s clear she doesn’t want that any more than I do.
Feeling as decent as I can get given the situation, I turn to face her and she slips something on too. We start fresh and relate to each other just how we came to be in the same hotel suite together.