three-two-one-oops: Jack wasn’t entirely sure how he ended up at the lookout. One minute he wa
three-two-one-oops: Jack wasn’t entirely sure how he ended up at the lookout. One minute he was wandering along the beach-side path, moving at a nice, leisurely pace, giving his girlfriend Angela a chance to read alone on the beach, when a girl in a flimsy pink bikini overtook him. He checked her out as she passed, nothing wrong with that, admiring her slim waist and long, blonde hair. But then his eyes fell on her incredible, shapely ass, and he found himself unconsciously picking up his pace to keep her in sight, his cock springing to attention. The next few minutes were a blur of walking as all of Jack’s attention was taken up by her ass. The rest of the world fell away as he studied every detail of her curvaceous behind, the way her cheeks ground against one another sensuously as she walked, the fullness of her buttocks as they swallowed up her tiny bikini. Jack’s cock twitched in his swim trunks as he imagined what it would feel like to cup her jiggling ass in his hand, to peel that bikini off her and rub his stiff cock against her soft cheeks, and see it bouncing on his cock as she rode him or he took her from-… “Excuse me?” She asked, interrupting his thoughts. Jack came back to himself. She was glancing over her shoulder, just the two of them on the lookout. He were caught, there was no getting around it. Jack scrabbled for a second to cover the massive erection tenting his trunks, but then let his hands fall to his sides, afraid that trying to cover it up might only serve to draw more attention to it. “Uh, hi, uh, sorry I uh…” Jack stammered. She turned back to the ocean and sighed wearily. This sort of thing must happen to her all the time. Jack struggled to think of a good excuse, then it came to him… “Uh, I was just trying to work out if your bikini would look good on my girlfriend. Do you remember where you bought it?” “Is that so?” She half-turned again, never facing her ass away from him. Jack’s obviously throbbing cock in his trunks made a lie of his thin excuse, but she seemed willing to buy it, “It’s from a local boutique. Do you like it?” “Oh yeah!” Jack agreed, a little too enthusiastically. “I bet.” Her eyes flickered over his body, “So where is your girlfriend?” “Oh…” he gestured, “Back there. Reading.” “Is she the jealous type?” The girl asked. “Uh actually…” Jack remembered her occasional fits of jealously. She could be controlling, demanding to search through text messages, to know his passwords… The girl’s lips turned up mischievously as she read his hesitation. “…A little bit. I’d better get back to her.” Jack turned to leave, imagining he could hear his cock groaning with regret as he turned away from that sweet ass, but before he could complete his turn she took a step backwards towards him, her hands on the wooden railing of the lookout, and stuck out her butt. “Uh, what…” Jack’s eyes widened as his cock surged in his pants, releasing a trickle of precum. Like a divining rod his stiff cock turned him involuntarily back towards her. “Check the tag,” She said, “It’s on the inside of the thong. So you know the name of the boutique to tell your girlfriend.” Without thinking about it, Jack took a step towards her. Recriminations flashed through his mind… You shouldn’t… Ange would be devastated… This is bad… Each countered neatly by his baser instincts… Go for it… Ange won’t know… This will feel amazing… Egged on, he closed the distance between them, his cock throbbing more and more with each step. With trembling hands he reached out to touch the small of her back, intending to slide his hands down to cup her beautiful ass, to-… She thrust herself back into him, quickly grinding her ass up and down over his cock. The soft-yet-firm flesh of her ass enveloped his cock through his shorts, the friction sending pleasure shooting through him. His hands reflexively flew to her hips, his instinct to push her away overridden by his instinct to hump into her and increase his pleasure, the two conflicting impulses causing him to freeze as his brain struggled to work through the fuzz of sensation and pleasure. Before he could resolve the conflict, he felt his crotch tighten, the waves of pleasure coalescing into… “Ahhh fuuuuck..!” He moaned as his orgasm overtook him. He rocked into her as wad after wad of hot semen shot into his swim trunks, emptying his balls completely. He panted as the last spurt of cum drained into his trunks. He staggered away from her, his rapidly deflating cock sticky in his pants. He glanced down at himself, not quite believing what just happened, not quite believing that he’d just cum in his pants like a horny teenager. The fabric around his crotch was now noticeably darker than the rest. “Whaaa-…” He started, struggling to string words together. “Good luck explaining that to your jealous girlfriend, pervert.” The girl turned to face him, almost knocking him over as she slammed her hip into his side as she brushed past him, “Hopefully her scolding will teach you not to leer at strange women on the beach.” And like that she was gone, leaving Jack with a rapidly cooling, sticky wet patch in his trunks, and a very long, uncomfortable car-ride home as he tried to explain to Angela why his trunks were full of spunk. And he didn’t even get the name of the boutique. -- source link