Massage Tool Mishap: The Hotel Stay - Sex Stories

Massage Tool Mishap: The Hotel Stay

... but I knew I had to keep things vague. I had no idea how she would react if she knew I was sleeping with my folks and that Mom had brought me to a latex clothing store.

Melonie and I have been friends since we were babies. She was my everything. Hell, she was even my first kiss. Yet, now there was this huge secret I couldn't share with her, and it was killing me.

Over the next few hours, we laid out in her backyard, sunning ourselves as much as possible. We talked about boys, music, television, you name it, but there was a tension in the air.

"Amy, what is going on? I can tell you aren't telling me everything?" Mel finally blurted out.

"It looks like you need more tanning oil," I said, attempting to change the subject.

I walked over to Mel's lounge chair, seductively swaying my hips, attempting to pull her attention to my body.

"But Amy," Mel responded.

It was clear she wanted answers, but I had none to give. I splashed oil onto my hands, rubbed them together, and brought them to Melonie's tight brown ass, hoping it would distract her.

Mel's bare ass felt divine underhand. I massaged the oil into her skin, making sure not to miss anything.

"You know this doesn't change anything," Mel said.

"Just shut up and enjoy it," I giggled.

I ran my slick hands up and down her body. Mel's tits flowed out of her tiny top, revealing a ton of cleavage as she lay on her stomach. I trailed the edge of her bikini, applying oil to her exposed breasts. Moans ...

... escaped Mel's lips as I teased her sensitive skin.

"You are so bad," she smiled back at me.

Mel worked out just as much as I did, leaving her body a sight to be seen. I glided my hands down her legs and back up again. Without thinking, Mel spread her legs, inviting me to play with her inner thighs. I didn't hesitate to make my move.

I bent over and pressed my tits against her back. Mel spread her legs wider, sending me a clear message. She needed to get fucked, but I wasn't done teasing her. I crept my oily fingers around the edge of her thong-covered crotch, while making sure not to touch her pussy.

Mel whimpered and thrashed around. She pushed her hips back, hoping I would give in. I skimmed her most sensitive skin, causing goosebumps to appear. I finally relented and cupped her pussy mound.

"Amy," Melonie moaned.

Mel and I have been lovers for years, but I had learned some new moves from Mom that she hadn't yet experienced.

I pulled her bikini to the side, gently scraping the skin around her labia. Mel's hips bucked widely. She wanted me to touch her pussy, but I wanted to hear her beg for it. I lingered, slithering my fingers around her wet, flowering slit.

"God damn it, Amy. Just fuck me already," Mel howled.

I had her right where I wanted, but I knew that if I held out just a bit longer, she would melt as soon as I touched her. I ran my fingers over her pussy lips softly, as if a feather had blown past them. Mel growled audibly, frustrated by my ...