Love At First Piss - Part 4 - Sex Stories

Love At First Piss - Part 4

... yes !” …Gary on top of me stroking me to orgasm, making my juices run so fast they trickled down my thighs. “ Oh that’s it, yes, that’s it…that feels so fucking good .” My fingers rubbed harder as new images invaded my brain; imaginings which made my body writhe and my hips gyrate. I envisioned Jake and Lola on the beach alongside me and Gary. Lola was naked, her bronzed skin glistening in the dawn sunlight, her bleach blond hair loose and wild. Her oversized tits ran with sweat as Jake fucked her with as much stamina as Gary used on me. “ Oh God…yes… ” Suddenly, Jake was beneath her, kneeling on the sand. His hands clutched her rounded buttocks, his tongue lapped at her soaking pussy, sucking at her juices. In my lusty imagination I saw Lola cry out - a drawn-out howl of release followed by a gush of golden liquid that showered out from between her slender legs. “ Oh fuck…yes, yes …” But wait, that wasn’t Jake kneeling on the sand between Lola’s thighs…that wasn’t his dark hair and stocky build. Oh God! The person making Lola scream was small and blond… “ Oh fuck, FUCK! ” My thighs slammed together as vice-like contractions clamped down around my fingers. A shattering orgasm made me convulse. “ Oh fuck…yes, yes! ” I stroked my clit through the spasms finding the sensitivity almost unbearable. Slowly coming down, I gasped for breath. Oh God, what just happened? Where the fuck had that image come from? I lay back, panting, as the waves subsided. Sweat poured from my skin, ...

... soaking the bed sheets beneath me. An acrid odour filled the airless room. I shut my eyes, exhausted. It was too hot to get any sleep. The sun blazed through my windows and the light breeze didn’t stir the air at all. I never got any proper rest in that apartment. Time to make a move. Finding a bikini to wear, I pulled the sheets off my bed and grabbed my bag of dirty laundry. I’d kill two birds with one stone; get my laundry done and top up my tan by the poolside. No more smelly clothes and pale skin for me. Washing safely deposited in the basement washing machines, I headed for the pool. I sidled past the tourists, deliberately avoiding eye contact. I’d probably served most of them in the bar, possibly flirted with them too. I didn’t want their attention now. Keeping my sunglasses on, I made a beeline for a free sun lounger, settled down and drifted off to sleep. The pool was relatively quiet that afternoon. There was the usual crowd of semi-drunk girls hanging around the bar, rowdy boys leaping in and out of the pool, but most people were like me; dozing with iPods firmly embedded in their ears. I wondered if any of them had experienced a night like mine. Na - not likely! Suddenly, a wave of icy water splashed over me. “Shit!” I shrieked, shooting bolt upright. “What the fuck?” A tall shadow loomed over my sunbed. “Gary! You bastard!” Gary’s booming laugh rang in my ears and his beautiful smiling face filled my field of vision. Dressed in Bermuda shorts, he was soaking wet ...