Glamour Shots, Chapter 13 - Sex Stories

Glamour Shots, Chapter 13

It wasn’t a huge orgasm for her, but it was sudden, and intense, and something she’d desperately needed. Her hips bucked forward, pushing her hot, wet pussy against my lips and tongue as she came, and she kept her hand tangled in my hair, holding me there… as if I had any intention of trying to leave! She didn’t make much noise when she came, but then she usually doesn’t anyway, and having the others around us probably inhibited her at least a little bit. I rode it, tasting the flood of her arousal as I alternated between licking her swollen lips, thrusting my tongue into her, and lashing the hard bud of her clit with rapid, fluttery little strokes. I was just playing off her physical cues, but it seemed to work, and she groaned and pressed herself to me, demanding more as her orgasm rocked through her. I happily obliged, keeping the level of stimulation high until I felt her body relax and her hand release its tight grip on my hair. When her body eased back so did I, reducing the intensity of my assault on her sex to a bit of soft, gentle licking and kissing, taking my time as I enjoyed the swollen, overheated sensation of her arousal, and the always stimulating scent and taste of her. She softly stroked my neck, tickling my ear as I reveled in her body and its ability to have – and to give – so much pleasure. My own body, further inflamed by her arousal, was practically quivering. I was almost unbearably horny, my cock straining, and I was no doubt leaking copiously as I ...

... have a habit of doing. That part of me was underwater though, so anything I might have been leaking was swirling away in the bubbles and currents of the tub’s jets. I rationalized that something less than an ounce of pre-cum in several hundred gallons of water was probably no big deal… and I’m virtually sure that I wasn’t the first to spill a bit of semen in that tub! Remember: What happens in the hot tub, stays in the hot tub! At the moment, I couldn’t have cared less. I continued to lavish attention on her sex, noticing that her hips had gone on autopilot, rocking back and forth in that way that can only be for sexual pleasure, a sensual, ancient, instinctive movement that undoubtedly predates the earliest cavemen… or cavewomen, which must have existed, although you never hear them mentioned. Before very long she came again, harder this time, an orgasm that lasted longer and seemed to roll through her body like a wave, but still not one of those that curls her toes and makes her eyes roll back in her head. It was fun though, and when I sensed that it was diminishing I looked up at her. “Good one?” She smiled, her expression sexy-sensual and slightly dazed. “They’re all good ones, but yeah, that one was very nice. Your turn now?” “Mmm, no, not just yet. I’m having too much fun doing what I’m doing!” She wiggled her eyebrows at me lasciviously, apparently pleased with my choice, and I lowered my lips back to her pussy, attacking her stiff, jutting clit with hard, firm strokes ...