Story 6 #2
He watched as she pulled her top off, looked at the way that her sides pushed out over the top of her skirt, wanting to grab hold of her, to squeeze her, to wrap his arms around her and pull her to him.
Then, she unwrapped her sari and dropped it to the floor. She was only wearing panties now, with them clinging to her ripe ass.
She looked back at him over her shoulder and then slid them down, and he found himself staring at her bare ass, wanting it, his cock throbbing heavily in his pants.
“Well?” she said, “What are you waiting for?”
He pulled his T-shirt off while she still looked back at him over her shoulder. Then, he took hold of his shorts and paused for a moment.
“Come on,” she said, “get them off.”
He slid his shorts down and stood there, naked, his cock now freed and pointing at her, as though it were reaching for her.
She looked him up and down, her eyes pausing on his cock.
Then, she turned to him, her whole naked body revealed to him, her thick thighs, the swell of her belly, her full, juicy breasts and, right there, between her legs, her pussy, a pink slit so full of promise.
She strode toward him, her breasts bouncing as she did so.
She leaned in to kiss him, slowly and sensually.
He took hold of her waist, his hands moving up her body, brushing the underside of her breasts as she took hold of his cock and tugged on it gently.
Then, one of his hands moved to her ass, grabbing hold of it and pulling her to him. He felt his cock brush against her body.
But then she stepped away from him, and then she turned, running to the water, laughing, her body quivering wonderfully as she moved.
He had no choice. He ran after her, reaching her as she splashed into the water.
He grabbed her when they were up to their waists and pulled her to him, his arm wrapped around her, pulling her belly. She turned, and then they were kissing again, and her hand was beneath the water, playing with his cock.
He massaged her breasts, and then he bent down to them, sucking on them, pushing his face between them, and one of his hands was beneath the water, finding her pussy, spreading her lips and rubbing at her, and he heard her moan softly as he did this.
He moved to her clit as he sucked on one of her nipples and then the other.
Her hand was still on his cock, and her touch was wonderful.
Suddenly, she moved in closer to him, tilting his face up to hers, kissing him, and then she jumped up in the water, her arms going around his shoulders and then her legs going around his waist, and one of his hands stroked one of her chubby thighs before moving up to grab her ass.
He could feel his cock pushing against her, and he knew that it was so close to her pussy now, so close to being inside her.
He didn’t want to wait any longer.
As they kissed, as one of his hands massaged her ass and the other one did the same to one of her breasts, he turned and walked back to the shore, carrying her.
As they reached the beach, he stumbled slightly, and they both fell onto the sand.
She laughed, and he leaned over her.
“Are you OK?” he asked her, and then she was pulling his face down to hers, kissing him, and his cock was rubbing against the softness of one of her thighs.
He bent down to suck on her breasts, then he moved down to lick at her stomach, and then he pushed her legs apart, moving between them, bending over, lapping at her pussy, tasting her juices mixed with the salt of the ocean.
His tongue went to her clit, flicking at it, and she cried out, raising herself up, pushing her pussy into his face, letting him know that she wanted more, more of this.
One of his hands stroked one of her thighs while his other hand went up her body and squeezed one of her breasts.
He buried his face in her pussy, hungry for her, and she arched her back, crying out.
Then, she grabbed hold of his hand that was massaging one of her breasts and pulled on it.
He went to his knees, taking hold of his cock and jerking himself off slowly, ready for whatever she wanted to do next.
She went to her knees then, kissing him, and then pushed him down onto his back in the wet sand.
Now she bent over him, looking at him with a smile, her ass looking even juicier as it was pushed up into the air, and then she licked the length of his cock before taking it in her mouth, sucking on it, her head bobbing up and down, her lips pushed tight against it.
He watched her plump lips moving along the hard shaft of his cock. He wanted her, wanted her more than ever now. And it seemed as though she wanted just the same thing as he did.
She raised her face, breathing heavily, and then she climbed onto him, straddling him, her meaty thighs pushing against his body as he took hold of them.
She took hold of his cock and rubbed the tip on her clit before slipping it inside herself, pushing down on it, taking all of it as she let out a low cry.
His hands slid up to her stomach as she started to ride him, her hips rocking back and forth.
He felt the motion of her body, felt her weight pushing down on him. As he watched, her breasts started to bounce as she picked up the pace, and his hands went to them then, squeezing them both as she rode him harder, harder.
Suddenly, he couldn’t contain himself anymore.
He rolled her over onto her back, his cock still inside her, and then he was fucking her hard, like a jackhammer, pounding away at her as her legs wrapped around him and she cried out again and again till he came inside her and he collapsed on her, gasping, and she held his body against her own.
Then, they got up, gathering up their clothes and getting dressed.
They walked back to her place in a daze, hand in hand, and when they got there they were kissing again, stripping one another naked, wanting one another, and she led him, naked, to the shower, where they washed one another, their hands caressing one another,
and then they were playing with one another, her pussy wet and his cock hard, and then they were ready again, wanting each other.
She led him out of the shower, and they dried one another. They then went through to the bedroom. They weren't fully dry, and the sheets got slightly wet, but neither of them cared.
They lay there, their bodies entwined, kissing, playing with one another, and then she was sucking on his cock again before he bent down to her pussy, licking it, tasting hr sweetness again, and then he was inside her again, fucking her slowly this time,
building up to an explosive finale as they both orgasmed at the same time in the most wonderful way.
That was a memory that he kept thinking about, and as he sat downstairs at the hostel, dreading the moment when he would have to return to his room again, back to the stench and the noise of his roommates, this was the memory that he was yearning for, wanting to recreate.
All that he needed was to find another juicy, plump woman like that, someone who knew how sexy she was and who knew how to show him a good time.
Sometimes, especially at times like this when he was feeling a bit low, he felt as though it might be too much to hope for.
At some point, he must have fallen asleep.
He woke up and found that the reception area was completely empty.
He looked around, disoriented, needing a moment to work out where he was, and then he saw that no one was behind reception and he had just been left there in his seat.
He felt slightly annoyed with himself - now he was going to find it even harder to get to sleep when he finally got to his bed.
Sighing to himself, he supposed that he ought to go there now and make the best of the situation.
He briefly considered just staying where he was for the night, but he knew that it would be a bad idea.
Already he could feel his back hurting slightly from the position he was sitting in here in the armchair.
He got to his feet and stretched, immediately feeling better. He was lucky that he was young enough that any aches and pains seemed to just disappear pretty easily.
He looked around again, making sure that he was alone, and then, resigned to his night of little to no sleep, turned to head to the dorm room.
Suddenly, however, there was a bang at the door.
He turned, and froze. There was a girl there whose build was so similar to Katy's that for a moment he thought that it was, in fact, her.
This girl was wearing tiny shorts that showed off her thick thighs, the curve of her waist, and a tight top that showed off more of her juicy curves and her large breasts that seemed as though they could spill out of her top at any moment.
However, it only took a moment to realize that it wasn't Katy after all.
This woman had darker, olive-colored skin.
Her hair was black, long, and curly. She had a beautiful face, with flawless skin and a smattering of freckles across her cheeks and tiny nose.
Her cheeks were dimpled, and she had full, sensual lips.
Her eyes were black, and she had long lashes. She was just as beautiful as Katy, but in a different way. There was something incredibly sensual about her, and he found himself staring at her as she looked at him expectantly through the door.
She raised her eyebrows, and then made a point of shaking the doorknob. Suddenly, he realized what she wanted.
He opened the door, and she stepped in.
“Thank you!” she said in heavily-accented English, “I seem to have forgotten the code for the door.”
She looked at him closely, as though seeing him properly for the first time.
“You don’t work here, do you?” she asked him.
“No, I just kind of fell asleep on the chair there. Lucky for you that I was here to let you in, I guess.”
"Sure, but how do you know that I'm really staying here? I could be lying."
“Well, are you lying?”
“Maybe I should take you to my room and show you my ID. Just to be sure, you know? I’m Andrea, by the way.”