Passion desire Lust

Story 11 Under The Surface

“What about him?” asked Paula.

I looked and saw a guy about our age, just about to dive into the pool. Dark hair, skinny body, but kind of cute, I guess.

“He’s alright.”

“C’mon, that’s like the fifth guy you have said that about. You have to lower your expectations a bit.”

“Why should I? I’m not the one dying to get it on with the first guy who shows interest.”

Paula sighed. “You’re right, I guess I’m in a bit in a rush. It’s just that we only have a week left and then it’s back to school again.”

“So? There are guys back home too, you know.”

“Sure, but here I have a choice of all these yummy foreign guys.”Content © NôvelDrama.Org 2024.

She was right. The hotel we were staying at with our parents was jam-packed with people from all over the world. Mostly European but also Asian and some Middle Eastern folks. We had had a great time jet skiing, going on hikes in the jungle and swimming in the pool. At night there was entertainment poolside and after that, the nightclub opened up. Even though our parents didn’t dance much, Paula and I did. We often left the club much later than them and felt the hangover in the morning, but it was worth it.

Paula had been on a mission since we arrived. She wanted to get laid with one of the foreign guys so she could tell our friends about it back home. I was more laid back, and in no rush to have foreign cock in me, either be it a German Knockwurst, or an Italian Pepperoni. My boyfriend, Brody back home gave me enough cock so I could hold back for the two weeks the vacation lasted. Paula on the other hand was single so I kind of understood her.

The boy who dove in, swam towards us under the water and came up almost between Paula’s feet.

“Hi, what are your names?” he asked.

“I’m Paula and this is Hanna. You?”

“Francisco, nice to meet you.”

He couldn’t quite decide on who to look at I noticed because his eyes flickered from one set of boobs to the other. Being abroad, Paula and I had agreed to be wilder and go topless. Finally, he settled on Paula’s which made me a bit jealous. Hers were one size bigger than mine.

“Do you wanna grab a drink?” he asked, obviously talking to her.

She glanced at me and I nodded. When they left and slid into the warm water and did a few laps before getting out and drying myself. An older man a few sunbeds from me ogled me and I gave him a wink which made him grin like an idiot. I bet he had a hard-on.

Generally, I’m not a cockteaser but sometimes it’s fun to see the reaction of men, especially the older ones who might not have much luck with the women due to their age. Making this old boy feel good made me happy. On my way back to the hotel room, I passed the restaurant where Paula and my parents were having afternoon drinks. I waived and they waved back. My mother indicated with her hands that I should cover my boobs while not at the pool and I did put on the bikini top, just to make her happy. I didn’t give two shits about who saw me. I knew nobody and nobody knew me.

When I got back to the room, I video called Brody to see what he was up to. He had a friend over and they were playing video games. What else was new. We spoke for a while and then hung up. Sometimes we would show some body parts, but since his friend was there, we skipped that part. Brody had a nice cock, well, I guess it was nice since it’s the only one I had tried.

The first time he fucked me it wasn’t too good. It hurt and I didn’t want to do it for a while after. Over the year we had been dating it had become better and better. By the time I left on the vacation, I almost always got at least one orgasm while we were making love or fucking. Sometimes we would watch porn before we did it and Brody just loved girls that squirted. I thought it was weird and was kind of happy I couldn’t do it. I had asked Paula and she told me neither could she and we agreed upon that squirting girls were just nasty. A good cock squirt was much nicer. Having that warm cum land on your stomach or boobs was so hot. I wasn’t much into facials, not because I didn’t like it. It’s just the fact that some of the cum often ended up in my honey blonde hair and it was a bitch to get out.

I went out on the balcony with a glass of soda and sat down. The hotel was designed like a horseshoe with a pool in the middle. I could see my parents leaving the restaurant with Paula’s making their way to the beach for an afternoon swim. Something caught my attention and when I looked closely, I saw a woman, a few years older than I who was sitting on the balcony one floor above me across the pool. It was close enough I could see she was naked and had her hand between her legs. I smiled, nothing wrong with rubbing your clit in the afternoon.

I kept on watching her and while I did a warm feeling came over me. I slid a hand into my bikini and felt the soft skin of my pussy. Brody called it his bun because my Venus mound was quite high and reminded him of a bread bun. I had a little triangle of blonde pubic hair that I kept neatly cut. My finger found my slit and I breathed in and closed my eyes as it slid over my clit.

Suddenly I heard a wolf whistle and when I opened my eyes the woman across from me was waving. Fuck, I thought, she had seen me. I waved back and she gave me a thumbs up. What the hell, I might as well keep going, since she was. We watched each other across the pool as we masturbated together. She came first since she had started before me, but she didn’t move until I had come. It was a weird but fun thing to do.

Brody had told me that he and a friend would masturbate together while watching porn when they were younger. He swore that they never touched each other. I had never done it with Paula. I didn’t see the point in doing it together. I knew she did masturbate, we sometimes talked about techniques and she had told me she had bought a dildo online. It was a cute little thing that vibrated and according to her, it worked best when she held it to her clit.

While I took a shower, I thought back to the woman on the balcony and wondered if masturbating on it was something she did daily or if it was a one-time thing. The chance of someone seeing her was quite high, but maybe that was a turn-on for her. She hadn’t minded me watching her, that was for sure. When I got out of the shower and was drying myself, my phone chimed and there was a message from Paula with a photo. She and Francisco were on the beach and they were both holding drinks with small umbrellas in them. It made me smile, hopefully, Paula would get lucky.