Ethan and Chanel 26 - Sex Stories

Ethan and Chanel 26

I wake up in the morning by myself, the doors open to the balcony and the shower running in the bathroom. I roll onto my back and rub my face, groaning when my dick pushes against the sheet. Fuuuuck. Of course I have morning wood. It’s not like I fucked Chanel a matter of hours ago when she woke me up with my dick in her mouth. I open my eyes and look around our room. I can’t believe we’re actually here. I wasn’t sure if she’d be up for something like this; I almost backed out of the whole thing more than a few times. The day before we left though, she seemed almost eager to be in contact with me, and the way she fucked me that night made me a bit more confident about asking her. I think I need to stop doubting her willingness to do things I want to suggest. Whenever we’re together, whatever we’re doing, Chanel participates with sincerity. I sit up, willing my hard on away, and debate walking into the bathroom sans clothes or to cover up. It’s not like she hasn’t seen me naked..but I’ve been careful so far about keeping things as casual as possible when we’re not fucking each other and she hasn’t been scared off by me yet. I yank on my jeans from yesterday before I push open the cracked bathroom door. Steam billows from the shower and I can see Chanel’s form through the distorted glass, making me throb in my pants. “Morning,” I say, grabbing my tooth brush. She turns off the shower and replies, “Good morning,” in her soft, sweet voice. I put toothpaste on my brush trying ...

... to turn my thoughts away from how naked she is right now. “How’d you sleep?” she asks me and I turn to face her. Her stunning blue eyes, dark hair dripping over her naked shoulder, perfect body wrapped in a fluffy white towel. Images of her last night fill my head and I smirk at her. “Not bad at all,” I reply, and she gives me a sheepish smile. Yeah, you’re a fucking vixen and you know it. “I’ll give you some privacy,” she says and turns for the door, shutting it with her exit. I sigh and shove my toothbrush in my mouth. I start the shower again for myself, trying to think about anything but her in that fucking towel. To be around her is a very difficult, yet very easy thing to do for me. Difficult because anytime I look at her in anything she’s wearing; I think about fucking her. Which is a pain in the ass when I can’t be inside her. And hiding my wood is never a fun thing. But it’s also easy because she’s hands down one of the coolest girls I’ve ever known. She’s honest and funny and apparently up for whatever outrageous suggestions I make. She drinks with me, smokes with me, her down-to-earth personality makes her even more attractive, not that she can’t attract people with her mouth closed. Chanel’s looks are perfection. She’s the epitome of the hourglass figure, her silhouette enough to bring me to my knees. Her perky breasts above her tiny little waist fit perfectly in my hands, her flawless ass chiseled by God, Himself. From the moment I saw every inch of her skin, I ...