I lay back on the bed, with just a towel around my waist. I looked down – not bad, the last ten days in Spain had done wonders for my tan. I pulled the towel to one side, reaching down for my hard cock, stroking my length. I cupped my balls in my other hand, squeezing them gently.
I was alone, as my wife and son had gone off for the day, and wouldn’t be back for another couple of hours. I’d spent most of the day by the pool, enjoying the view – a view that consisted mostly of Georgie, a blonde who’d flown in on the same plane as us. Put simply, she was gorgeous.
I would guess that she around thirty, with golden blonde hair, and a face and figure to die for. She was stunning. She spent most of each day by the pool wearing only a tiny black thong, attracting looks and attention from men and women alike. Her petite body was tanned a deep brown. Her ass was high and firm, her legs long and shapely.
But it was her breasts that always had me gasping. They were large, perched proudly on her slender frame. Her nipples were dark brown, seemed to be permanently erect, and practicably begged me to suck on them.
I’d spent much of the day lying out near to Georgie, and had spent some time chatting to her, all the time aware of body, her sexuality. So, by the time the sun got a bit too hot, and I returned to the room, I was well up for a leisurely wank, thinking about her.
I spent a few minutes on the balcony, with just a towel around my waist, looking down at her, taking in her beauty. My cock rose again, so I slipped back into the room, to the bed.
I lay back on the bed and shut my eyes, a picture of Georgie clear in my mind. I pulled the towel to one side, reaching down for my hard cock, stroking my length. I cupped my balls in my other hand, squeezing them gently. I stroked my hard cock, feeling my length and thickness, feeling the heat of the blood surging into me. My cock felt rigid, and long. I pulled my skin back tight, exposing the bulbous head.
I stroked my length again, imagining what it would be like to be with Georgie, to feel her breasts against me, to taste her nipples in my mouth, her hot, wet cunt around my cock. I slowed down my strokes, eager to make the moment last, to think about her, to fantasise about her, for longer.
I ran my finger around my cock head, smearing my pre cum. I pulled my skin back hard again, feeling my head throbbing. I closed my eyes, moving my hand up and down slowly, holding my skin back at the end of each down stroke before sliding back up along my length again, slowly, sensually. I thought of Georgie kissing me, sucking on me …..
I felt a warm, wet mouth descend on my cock, sucking me in …..
My eyes shot open, and I sat up with a start. All I could see was a mass of black hair, two big brown eyes, and a mischievous grin – if it’s possible to grin with a mouthful of cock. My dream had become reality, except Georgie was Maria, the hotel maid. And this was very, very real.
Maria is a real stunner. About 25, she really is the star looker amongst the many lovely young ladies working in the hotel. Her shiny, black hair tumbles down to her shoulders, and she has the most beautiful face, with large brown eyes, and a wide smiling mouth and moist lips that just ask to be kissed. Her skin is dusky, her breasts large and rounded, and her legs long.
Her uniform always seems to be a size or two too small, so that it clings to her hourglass figure, bulging and curvy in all the right places. I’ve seen her around a lot, and have never noticed a line on her tight uniform from her underwear. Another fantasy figure!
And now those moist lips were wrapped around my cock, that mouth sliding up and down my eight inches of rigid flesh.
As I jumped at the shock of feeling her on me, I automatically pulled away. But Maria’s small hand kept hold of me, holding my cock in her mouth, her eyes never leaving mine. She sucked harder as I calmed down, and lay back to enjoy the exquisite sensations running through me, not really thinking of anything else.
She slipped my cock out of her mouth, and ran her wet tongue down my length, down to my balls and beyond. I pulled my knees up and apart, exposing more. She repeated her movements, but this time more slowly, lingering at certain places, her tongue wet and sensual against me. Her eyes, bright and smiling, were still on mine as she held my cock flat against my belly and popped first one, and then the other, ball into her mouth, sucking on them, rolling them around her mouth, licking them.
Her tongue ran back up my length, my cock slipping back into her mouth. She sucked hard, drawing half of me into her. With one hand she wanked me slowly, complimenting her wet sucking. With her other hand she cupped and caressed my balls, squeezing them gently. Her movements became faster, all in time. Her sucking, her wanking, her squeezing.
This all became too much for me, and all too quickly I started to feel the tension building in my balls, and with a groan I felt my cum rising. Maria speeded up her wet sucking as I thrust my hips up to meet her mouth, driving my cock deeper into her. She adjusted her hand to stop me going any deeper, all the time wanking and sucking. She gave my balls a final squeeze before slipping her hand lower, a finger probing at my ass.
She pushed a finger deep into me, and I cried out. My cum shot into her mouth, her lips clamped around me, her hand back on my balls to massage all the cream out of me. My cock throbbed as I came, her hand gently wanking me between those wet, red lips.
I slipped out of her, and she showed me the cum dribbling out of her mouth. She swallowed, and then crawled up the bed to kiss me. Her tongue snaked into my mouth, bringing the taste of my cum with it. Our tongues swirled together. I reached down for her breasts, pulling the poppers on her uniform apart to get at them.