Ten - Sage
We were all still giggling as we crashed into my hostel room. The laughter hadn’t stopped the moment I dragged them both out into the rain, our joy fuelled by one another. Despite the downpour, it was still warm, almost refreshing. It made everything feel just that bit more sexy and desperate as we ran through the streets like horny teenagers.
I’d been lucky enough to score a room by myself, somehow. Few people were checking in at this time, and I was only too happy to pay a little extra for the smaller room with one bunk bed and one double bed.
“Expecting company?” Jack quipped, nodding toward the bunk beds.
“Are we going to be… interrupted?” Flint’s tone was much more worried about the prospect ofmorepeople joining our fun times.
“Nope. No one but me, and it’s past check in for anyone to join us tonight. Hope you’re not disappointed.” Jack shook his head.
“I think the two of you will be enough.” Flint blushed. Despite things clearly heading toward something hot and heavy, his nerves were obvious.
“Don’t worry, we’ll be gentle.” I pressed a hand against his wet clothing. His heart was pounding hard under my palm, matching the wild rhythm of my own.
Without exchanging any words, I moved my hand lower, grabbing the bottom of his t-shirt. He held my gaze as I wrestled the heavy, soaking material from him, his dark eyes framed irresistibly with wet strands of his dark hair.
I ran my fingers through the coarse hair of his exposed chest, my pussy clenching hard at the firmness. I’d secretly always wondered what a powerful, well-muscled guy would feel like and I was so glad that it was even better than I imagined.
I couldn’t stop a small gasp from escaping me as I dared to trace lower, running a finger down his abs and lower, lower still until….
He grabbed my hand as I reached for his belt buckle. “You first.” He whispered, grabbing my top much like I done to his.
Giggling and holding my arms upright, I allowed him to whip my wet clothing off. My breasts bounced satisfyingly into view, looking better than ever as they shone with a coating of rain and sweat.
I looked up at him with the sluttiest ‘fuck me’ eyes I could summon, my nipples tenting toward him and just begging for his mouth.
“Wow.” He breathed, taking a step back to admire me.
“You’ve seen them before.” I had to admit, I was loving their combined attention, but it was true.
“Yes, but before I didn’t know where to look, whether to try to be subtle, respectful, or….”
“Shut up and kiss me.” I launched myself at him as Jack’s laughter echoed in my ears.
Everything felt almost too sexy. Too perfect. Our rain-soaked bodies pressed against one another, our urges barely held in check while Jack awaited his turn.
I found my hand reaching to him, pawing at his clothing while Flint and I continued to kiss passionately. It was harder stripping him while occupied, but he took the hint and took over from me. By the time we separated, his chest was exposed, too.
It was my turn to enjoy the sight of them naked together—a sight I wouldn’t soon forget. Two hot, half-naked guys, both looking at me like I was the hottest woman alive, standing next to one another. I was pretty sure I would be replaying this moment until I was in my eighties and beyond.
Then they turned to look at one another. There was as much desire there as there was for me. Instead of feeling any jealousy whatsoever, I felt only joy that we were about to share something so crazy.
“I think you two should strip each other.” I took a step back and perched on the edge of my double bed.
“While you watch, I’m guessing?” Jack’s comment was barbed with sarcasm, but I couldn’t help but notice his hands were already searching for Flint’s belt buckle.
“Of course. I’ll get naked too, if it helps?”
“Yes,please….”Flint growled as Jack released his belt and went to work on his zipper.
I stood up just enough to slide my denim shorts off, followed by my panties. Flint groaned at the sight of my naked body as Jack pulled his friend’s cock free.
“Oh!” I tried to remain calm, but my earlier suspicions about Flint’s size were correct. He. Was.Packing.
“Very nice….” Jack pumped it a few times, taking measure of the satisfying weight and heft of it in his hand.
Things were really hotting up now, and whatever chances there were to put a stop to things or take it slow were flying out the window as quickly as our clothes were being discarded.
