The Girl at the Motel Pool

Chapter 1

As he pulled into the motel, he thought there was some kind of mistake. He knew the hotel where his conference was had been fully booked, but his office should have been able to find a nicer place than this! While it wasn’t a full-on dive, it certainly looked like its best days were well behind it. It looked like an old motor lodge from the 60’s and walking into the office and seeing the interior confirmed his suspicions. He rang the little bell on the counter and the attendant lumbered his way in from the back.

“Hello, is this the Vista Lodge? I have a reservation under Jack Parker.”

“Uh, let me check,” as the overly large man waddled over to the ancient computer, “Parker? Yes, here we are. You’ve got 231, overlooking the pool. You can just pull up around back for closer parking.”

Jack took his room keys and drove around to the back of the motel. He found a spot near the gate to the pool and also the stairs and to unload his car. He looked around. This place was off the highway but mostly in the middle of nowhere. It was a twenty-minute drive to the conference center, but it seemed like he was in another world.

“Hey, Mister! Nice car.” A female voice called out. He looked around and saw a scrawny-looking brunette girl in a green bathing suit standing at the white chain-link fence looking at him.

“Uh, thanks. I have to go put my stuff away.” He said, now nervous his new Lexus would disappear overnight. He rolled his suitcase towards the stairs but was ambushed by the girl again.

“I’m Chelsea, what’s your name?”

“I’m Jack. Sorry, Chelsea, I’m pretty beat. I just need to get to my room and relax for a bit.”

“Oh ok, Jack. Sorry, didn’t mean to bother you. If you are bored, I’ll be here by the pool.” She then did a half twirl and walked away. Jack watched her leave, unconsciously checking out her small, flat ass before shaking his head and walking upstairs to his room.

When he entered, he found the room was quite small. One queen-sized bed, a dresser, an old TV, and an alarm clock radio. Jack unpacked his business suit and shoes, his laptop, and toiletries. He washed his face to get the sweat off from the heat and turned up the room’s air-conditioning. He didn’t have a plan for today. The conference wasn’t till Tuesday morning and he was so far away he’d already missed any meet-and-greets today. He figured he’d watch some porn, jerk off, and then find someplace to eat.

He tried getting his laptop connected to the internet, but he couldn’t get a signal. He was able to hotspot his phone, but it was painfully slow. He wondered if the TV had some of those old pay-per-view channels like when he was a kid, then remembered he wouldn’t want those charges showing up on his company account. He knew that he’d have to find some other way of entertaining himself for the evening.

He tried to watch regular TV, but there wasn’t anything he wanted to watch. The only other thing he could come up with was to go down to the pool for a while. It wasn’t much, but it was better than just staring at the walls and cheesy motel art. He put on his swimsuit, his sunglasses, grabbed a towel, and headed down.

He walked down the stairs and opened the gate to enter the pool area. The squeaking sound roused the girl who had been lying in the sun. She jumped up and rushed over to him.

“Hello, Jack! Guess you couldn’t stay away from me, could you?” she teased.

“Hello again, Chelsea. Truthfully, I didn’t know what else to do. I couldn’t get the Wi-Fi to work.”

“Well, at least you’re here now and I have someone to talk to.”

“Are you here with family visiting or something?” He asked, curious why she was alone.

“Mom and I live here, at least for now. Daddy’s gone and this was what Mom could find.”

Jack felt bad, she was clearly from a broken home. He looked at her up and down quickly with his sunglasses on. She was about 5’6” and had long brown hair but was very thin. She barely had any feminine curves whatsoever and her swimsuit looked a couple sizes too small. Her suit was so tight it made a near-permanent cameltoe between her legs and her nipples poked out of her flat chest. He put his towel down close to where she had been tanning and jumped in the pool. Chelsea jumped in after him.

“So, what are you doing visiting here, Jack?” she asked.

“I’ve got a work conference to go to this weekend at the conference center downtown. My office chose this place because the hotel there was fully booked.”

“Well, their loss is my gain. We don’t get many guests here at this time of year, so you get to be my entertainment.” She chirped excitedly.

“If you don’t mind me asking, how long have you lived here, Chelsea?”

“’bout a year and a half. Mom had to pull me out of school since there wasn’t one around here.”

“Oh, I’m sorry. Must be rough.”

“Yeah, I miss my friends, but I try to meet new people who stay here. Most just ignore me but you’re being nice.”

“Well, I hate to see a pretty girl all alone.” Jack wasn’t sure why he said that, but he figured she didn’t get a lot of compliments or attention. The two swam around for a while more, chatting about random things. They were getting along quite well. While Jack was usually closed off and serious, Chelsea was quite chatty and had him laughing at some of her guest stories.

Finally, Jack had enough swimming, and it was time to get out of the water. He swam over to the side of the pool and climbed out. Chelsea raised her hand up for help and he lifted her out of the water. She was so light; she couldn’t have weighed more than 80 to 90lbs soaking wet. Jack’s eyes went wide after she got out of the water. Her too-tight green swimsuit became nearly transparent. He clearly could see her small pink nipples and her smooth slit through her suit.

“What? Is something wrong?” she asked, innocently.

“Your swimsuit is nearly transparent.”

“Oh yeah. Sorry about that, it’s a little worn. Mom says I shouldn’t go swimming in it when other people are around. I didn’t think about it. I’m sure you don’t mind,” she said with a wink.

“Uh… no, it’s ok. Accidents happen.” Grabbed his towel to cover his growing erection while pretending to dry himself off. Chelsea wrapped her towel around her back and laid down to let the sun do it. Her body was mostly on display for the older man. Jack knew he had to get the hell out of there.

“Uh, sorry Chelsea, I have to go use the washroom. I’ll see you later.” He took off up the stairs with his towel wrapped around his waist. He got to his room and slammed the door, resting his back up against it.

‘Holy shit’, he thought to himself. He stripped off his swim trunks and started masturbating thinking about the nearly naked girl outside. He peaked out his curtains and could still see her lying there in the sun, her female charms visible to his eyes. He stroked his cock looking at her tiny tits, her nipples like dimes with tiny pencil erasers on them. He looked lower to her tight slit with no visible hair on it. He wondered how tight she must be.

He imagined bending her over the bed and taking her from behind, shoving himself deep inside her wet little cunt, and pounding it while he toyed with her little bumps. Finally, he couldn’t take it anymore. His eyes still transfixed on the girl outside, he came all over the curtains and wall. His breathing returned to normal, he looked outside once more before walking away. He grabbed some toilet paper and did his best to clean up his jizz.

*******

It was getting later in the afternoon, and he was starting to get hungry. He had passed a few food places several miles away, but he wondered if there was anything closer. He got dressed, picked up his car keys, and headed back out the door. He walked down the stairs and saw Chelsea packing up her towel to head inside.

“Hey Jack, you doing ok? You took off mighty quick,” she asked, curiously.

“Yeah, I’m ok. Just had to go, you know. I was wondering, where’s there a place to eat around here?”

“Um, well if you don’t want to go into town, there’s a diner a few miles up the road. Food’s pretty good, I’ve been told.”

“You’ve never been? What do you eat here?” Jack asked.

“Mom picks up some stuff from town here and there. We have a little fridge and hot plate when she remembers.”

Jack wondered how often this girl ate, she was so skinny. He didn’t know why he said it but he asked, “Do you want to come with me and try it out, my treat?”

“Really? No joking?” her face lit up like a Christmas tree.

“Sure, you’ve been so nice to me, why not? But you should ask your mom if it’s ok.”

“She won’t care, she’s working overnight, tonight. I’ll get changed and meet you back here in five minutes.” She then ran to a room on the first floor and disappeared. Jack thought about the fact that Chelsea’s mom was probably never home. It made sense but that must be rough on the girl. He pondered what her life must be like out here when she reappeared dressed in a white spaghetti strap top and short black skirt. His erection almost came back just looking at her.

She bounced over and hugged him as she beamed with excitement. Jack asked her why she was so energized. She said she was looking forward to being in a fancy car like his. She’d only been in older, broken-down cars as that was all her family could ever afford. Jack beeped the doors with his fob and she climbed into the passenger seat. She was amazed at all the buttons, dials, and digital displays inside the car.

He had her buckle her seatbelt before leaving and looking over he could see she wasn’t wearing anything under her shirt. He asked which way, she pointed him in the direction, and they were off. Jack cranked the A/C to cool off the car from sitting in the sun while Chelsea played with the radio until she found a channel she liked. They drove for about 10 minutes before the sign for the diner was in view. Jack looked over and the cold air had made Chelsea’s nipples hard, poking out against the thin material.

After they found a spot, they headed inside and found a booth, sitting across from each other. The place was pretty quiet; just a few people eating and one waitress in the front. They ordered a couple of cokes and burgers. When it arrived, Chelsea wolfed down her food. Jack was concerned she’d choke because it seemed like she wasn’t chewing. He just casually ate at his regular pace, enjoying the good food of a roadside diner.

As they were chatting, Chelsea accidentally knocked her fork on the floor. It landed by Jack’s feet, so he bent down to pick it up. As he bent under the table, he grabbed the fork but his eyes were drawn to Chelsea’s skirt. She had her legs open somewhat, and he could see that she wasn’t wearing any panties. He was looking at her completely nude pussy. He could barely make out the pink interior as her legs opened. He stared for a second before bumping his head when coming back up.

“You ok, Jack?” Chelsea asked.

“Uh… yeah, I got your fork.” He said, his face was flush; he was trying to keep his erection at bay.

“Thanks; your face is all red though.”

“Yeah, I’m ok but,” he looked around to make sure no one could hear, “why aren’t you wearing any underwear?”

“Oh, I didn’t have any clean ones left. Besides, I figured you saw most of me at the pool earlier, so why bother.” She smiled at him; he wondered if she was intentionally flirting with him.

The waitress came by and interrupted the rest of the conversation. Jack paid and they headed back to the motel. It was late in the evening and the sun had gone down as they pulled back up in front of the motel pool. Jack was about to say goodnight to his new friend, but she had another idea.

“Hey Jack, want me to help you get your internet working?” she asked.

“What do you mean? I tried earlier and the wifi wouldn’t work.”

“Oh, I know. But I know the password to the owner’s private network. His works pretty well. Want me to set you up?”

“Ok, sure. Why not?” Jack was thinking of jerking off again, not that he needed more stimulation than what he got today. The two headed upstairs to his room, Jack looking around to make sure no one noticed. He pulled out his laptop and handed it to the girl. She put in a few commands and then entered the password; soon he had working internet.

“Thanks, Chelsea, that’s really helpful! I can get some work done tonight.” He said cheerfully.

“Work? Why don’t we hang out and watch a movie? I know another trick.” Before he could say anything, she plopped down on the bed, grabbed the remote, and turned on the TV. She hit a series of buttons, and a password code came up. She entered a few numbers and then all the channels were unlocked.

“See, now you can watch whatever you want for free… even the dirty ones.” She smiled at him again, searching for approval.

“Thank you again, Chelsea. I don’t know if it’s a good idea for us to be in a room together like this though,” he said, trying to be responsible.

“Who’s going to know? Besides, we’re just watchin’ stuff. Relax and join me.”

Jack was uncertain about it, but he eventually took his shoes off and joined her on the bed. She flicked through the menus and settled on some teen comedy. It was an older one from the late 90s that had several raunchy moments throughout. As the movie played, he found Chelsea seemed to slowly slide closer to him. He never saw her move herself and he hadn’t moved at all but before the end of the film, she was cuddled right up against him.

As the credits rolled, she reached over and pulled his arm around her. It felt so nice holding someone close like that. He could smell the pool chlorine in her hair and feel the warmth of her skin. He knew he should stop this and get her out of there. He went to move his arm away, but she just pulled it tighter into her, his hand now touching her small breast through the shirt.

“Why don’t we watch something else, Jack.”

“I don’t know, Chelsea. It’s getting late and I think you’d better go.” He said, knowing his erection was growing once again.

“Ok, fine. Just hold me for a little longer, I get so lonely by myself.” She pushed herself back against him as tightly as possible and squeezed his hands against her chest. He knew she could feel his hard cock against her bony ass now, but she didn’t react.

She held both of his hands against the thin material of her shirt. He could feel her nipples harden under his palms and knew they were both on her breasts now. Slowly, teasingly, she moved his hands with her own in tiny circles on her tits. Jack’s mind was screaming at him to pull his hands away, but his hands didn’t budge. He just let her use them for her own wishes.

One of his hands was pushed upwards, moved to the top of the tiny shirt, and then slipped underneath. Both Jack and Chelsea inhaled deeply as she puppeteered his hand onto her bare tit. It was so firm, but her skin was so soft. Instinctively, Jack kissed the back of her neck as he played with her small globe. Chelsea was breathing heavier, her hands shaking, as she released the hand that was down her shirt. She wanted to see if he would withdraw it or keep it there. He made no indication of stopping. She smiled to herself and took his other hand.

Jack was enjoying the pleasures of her young tits that he barely noticed his other hand being guided down her body. It moved slowly down overtop her shirt and down to her skirt. He only realized her goal when he felt the hem of her skirt and the softness of her legs on his fingertips. She opened her legs slightly as his hand was guided up her thigh.

“Chelsea, what are you doing?” he whispered, trying to fight his urges.

“Enjoying myself. Enjoy it with me, Jack,” she whispered back.

Jack fought a losing battle; her thighs were so soft and smooth to his touch. He could feel the heat coming off of her sex as his fingers made contact with her outer lips. They were silky smooth, with no trace of hair anywhere. He ran his fingers up to the top of her legs before moving them back down, cupping her pussy in his hand.

She was soaked. He could feel the moisture all over his palm where he made contact. He moved a finger along her slit, from the top brushing past her clit, then down to the bottom, stopping right by her asshole. She moaned at the contact, spreading her legs wider for better access. Her skirt rose up, exposing her naked sex to his gaze once again.

He moved his fingers inside her, spreading open her pussy and teasing her with his middle finger. He would slide it up to her clit and rub it briefly before sliding it down and circling her entrance, then repeated the process. She humped against his hand, wanting more stimulation.

Her breathing was ragged and shallow, he could hear her make a sound almost like a purr as he played with her young body. She turned around quickly, facing him, as his hands returned to her body. Her hands moved down to the button on his pants, undoing it and pulling down the zipper. She snaked her hand inside his boxers and felt his hard cock in her hand. She gripped his shaft and started stroking him. He groaned, enjoying the feeling of her hand on him.

He felt she was close to cumming, so he slipped one finger inside her juicy, wet hole. Sliding it in and out, he finger-fucked her as he used his thumb on her clit. She groaned as the digit penetrated her; he couldn’t believe how tight she was. It was like a vice gripping his finger but covered in lubricant.

He looked at her face, watching the waves of pleasure wash over her. Her mouth was open, and her eyes were closed as she humped against his hand. Her moans got louder, and her pussy wetter. All of a sudden, her hips lifted off the bed and she groaned loudly. He was happy most of the rooms in this place were empty. As she came down, he pulled his fingers from her. Wiping her juices on the bedspread. Her eyes opened and she leaned in and kissed him before pulling away.

She pushed him over onto his back, his hard cock sticking out of his pants, and lowered her mouth down to his waist. She looked up at him, gripped his dick in one hand, and lowered her mouth onto his cock. Jack nearly came right then, as he was devoured by the thin girl just like the burger from earlier.

Her head moved up and down on his cock. Her lips kept a hard seal and she didn’t scrap her teeth on his shaft. He wasn’t sure if this was her first time, but her enthusiasm was over the top. He ran his hands through her hair while she sucked him. She looked up at him and smiled while still bobbing her head. She would stop and work on the sensitive head of his cock for a few seconds before diving back down.

The whole scenario was driving him close to cumming. He looked down at her again to watch her mouth work. He knew he wouldn’t last much longer.

“I’m going to cum soon, Chelsea,” he called out. She just looked him straight in the eye as she worked him harder. He felt his body shake and soon the first shot of cum hit her in the back of the throat. She swallowed hard, but the next couple overwhelmed her as some leaked out from her lips and ran down her chin. He watched her struggle to swallow it all but loved the feeling of cumming in her mouth. When the last drips were drained from his cock, she pulled off and wiped her mouth with her hand.

“I hope you enjoyed that Jack, you’re only the second person I’ve ever done that with.”

“It was amazing, thank you, Chelsea,” Jack then noticed the clock, “Oh shit, is it really 1:00 am? I need to get some sleep before the conference tomorrow.”

“A suck and duck, eh?” she teased. “I understand. I hope to see you tomorrow though.”

“You probably will. Have a good night, Chelsea.”

“You too, Jack,” she said as she left the room. Jack couldn’t believe what had just happened. He could get in a lot of trouble, but he couldn’t worry about that now. He turned off the light and tried to sleep, he had to be up in 5 hours.

Chapter 2

The next morning, Jack woke up and headed into town for the conference. It felt like a long drive, even if it was actually around twenty minutes, but he was still tired from the night prior. His mind was still reeling from his activities with Chelsea. He couldn’t believe they had done that and was worried there would be a pissed off parent waiting for him when he got back.

When he arrived, he grabbed a large coffee and drank it quickly. These professional conferences were always a massive bore on the best of days. They could be fun for networking and the after-parties if you wanted to get wasted with a bunch of strangers, but he just wanted to get through this today. He found a seat, took out his laptop, and waited for the first presentation to start.

Noon rolled around, and there was a two-hour break for lunch. Jack picked up some take-out Chinese and ate by himself. He was the odd man out having missed the opening night activities. By the time he finished eating, he still had an hour to kill, so he wandered around the area looking for something to occupy his time. It was during this time that he found a shop that sold swimwear, so he figured he would stop in to have a look.

As he entered the store, he saw all kinds of women’s swimwear; everything from full one-piece suits down to tiny string bikinis. He hadn’t planned on getting anything at first, but he couldn’t help thinking of getting a gift for Chelsea, something that might actually fit her better and wasn’t see-through when wet. He wandered around the displays and aisles for a while before finding a small green bikini that was made for girls with smaller breasts. Looking at it, his mind imagined what Chelsea would look like wearing it. He had to snap himself out of it when a clerk asked if he needed assistance. He said he was ready to purchase it and walked to the register.

After he left the store, he headed back to the conference center for the afternoon presentations. He was dying to get out of there by the last presentation of the day. As soon as he could, he packed up his laptop, took the bag with the swimsuit in it, and headed to his car.

He stopped off at the diner on the way back and picked up some take-out meals. He figured Chelsea probably hadn’t had much to eat that day. He drove back to the motel and pulled into the empty spot by the pool. He saw Chelsea get up at the sight of his car and walk to the fence.

“You’re back. Did you miss me?” she asked teasingly.

“Maybe, plus I was just really bored, and I think I would rather spend my time elsewhere.”

“Awwww, I think you’re starting to fall for me, Jack,” she said with a wink.

“I don’t know, but I did get you some food if you want.”

“I’m starved, let’s go to your room to eat.”

“Ok, let me just throw my stuff in my room first and clean up while you change out of your bathing suit.”

The two briefly parted as Jack went up and dumped his laptop and other things in his room. He changed out of his business suit and into some jeans and a T-shirt. A couple of minutes later, Chelsea knocked on his door and came in. She was wearing another short skirt and a tube top. They sat on the bed and opened up the food containers.

They watched some TV as they ate. He just got them burgers again since he knew she liked them. At one point, Chelsea changed positions and sat cross-legged in front of him. He once again saw that she was not wearing any panties. He nearly choked, looking at her smooth slit before reaching for something to drink.

It was after 8:00 when they finished eating and just sat on the bed watching TV. Chelsea started to slowly move closer to Jack to snuggle into him again when he stood up quickly.

“Hold on, I want to give you something. I saw it when I was downtown, and I thought of you.”

Jack handed her the bag from the store, and she looked inside.

“Is this for me? Really?” her voice trembling a little. It didn’t seem like she received a lot of gifts.

“Of course, hopefully it fits. I figured you might want a new one.”

“Thank you so much! Let me go try it on,” she hopped up and down, then headed to the bathroom. A few minutes later, she came out looking stunning. The suit looked great on her. Her tiny breasts were a bit more noticeable. He could see her flat stomach, and the bottoms curved down nicely, showing off her thighs.

“Do you like it?” she said, doing a slow spin for his inspection.

“You look fantastic, Chelsea. Really!”

“Thank you!” She stood up on her tiptoes and kissed him on the lips, tenderly.

“You’re welcome,” he said, returning a kiss to her.

His hands lingered on her back and hers around his waist. They looked at each other and both moved together for another kiss. Their passions started burning for each other and their hands started to roam. Chelsea’s hands moved under his shirt, rubbing his chest hairs while Jack’s hands were all over her flat ass.

Her hands continued to move up, lifting his T-shirt over his head, while he reached behind her back and untied her bikini top, pulling it off and dropping it on the floor. He looked at her tiny mounds; her nipples hard and enticing. He lowered his head and sucked the small nub into his mouth. He teased the fleshy bump with his tongue and nibbled on it with his teeth. She rolled her head back and groaned, enjoying the sensations before he moved over to the other side.

Her hands grasped at his jeans, unbuttoning them and lowering the zipper. She pulled away from his embrace and got down on her knees in front of him. She pulled down his jeans and his boxers, his cock sprang free, and she took it in her mouth after he stepped out of his clothes.

She looked even cuter than the previous night, as he watched her work on his pole with her mouth. It felt even better too as she used one hand on his balls and the other stroking his shaft. He could feel her taking more of him deeper into her mouth, her lips almost touched the end of his shaft. He put his hands on her head and rocked his hips into her mouth, fucking her face slightly.

He had been thinking about her all day, so he was wired up already. It didn’t take long for him to feel himself getting close to the edge.

“I’m going to cum, Chelsea,” he groaned out. He had expected her to swallow it like the previous night, but she then quickly pulled off, jerking him with her hand. He was too close to cumming to question it as he burst the first rope out at the girl below him. The first rope splashed hard onto her eyes and nose, the second on her face, and the rest she pointed at her small chest, coating herself in his cum. After the last couple drips, she took him back into her mouth to clean him off then looked up at him.

“Why’d you do that?” Jack asked.

“I wanted to give you something I had never done before. Did you like it? Do you like seeing me covered in your cum?”

“You look so sexy, Chelsea. I wish I could take a picture of you.”

“You can, just don’t show them to anyone, ok?”

Jack agreed and grabbed his phone, snapping several pictures of the young girl dripping in his white sauce. He got many pictures of her tiny, glazed tits but she was still wearing the bikini bottoms so he couldn’t get a shot of her tight little pussy. After he was done, he gave her a towel to clean herself up. Luckily, none got in her hair, so she just had to wipe off her skin with a damp towel. Once she was clean, it was Jack’s turn.

*******

After she finished cleaning the cum off herself, he leaned down and kissed her pretty lips. His strong hands reached down and gripped her ass, lifting her up into the air. She wrapped her legs around his waist as he carried her over to the bed, before placing her down gently, their mouths still locked together.

He broke their embrace and traced his tongue down her body, stopping to suckle on her tiny tits once again. When he reached her stomach, he stopped and carefully untied the knots on her bikini bottoms, like he was unwrapping a delicate Christmas gift. He untied one side, then moved over to the other side. As the final knot loosened, Chelsea lifted her ass up so he could pull the material away from her dripping sex. They were now fully naked with each other for the first time.

Jack was still between her legs, looking at the most beautiful pussy he’d ever seen. He could see how wet she was already, as she parted her legs wider. She barely had any inner lips, her pussy looked like a juicy little peach ready to be eaten. He ran his hands over her soft mound, admiring how smooth and silky her skin was. He used two fingers to part her outer lips so he could gaze into her dripping light pink interior.

Jack could smell the excitement emanating from her lower body. It was intoxicating and he knew he had to taste her. He moved his face in close, inches from her slit, and flicked out his tongue, teasing her. Chelsea was beside herself, she wanted him so badly. She put her hands on his head and shoved his face into her snatch, Jack happily obliged.

He pressed his face into her pussy and buried his tongue deep inside her, swirling it around to get at her juices. He loved how she tasted, it was so sweet and fresh, like ripe strawberries in the summer. His tongue danced all around her spread sex, sucking on her tiny clit and licking over her tight little asshole. Chelsea moaned, her thin legs spread lewdly open for the older man to dine on her young honeypot, gathering her nectar.

Chelsea used her own hands to play with her tiny tits as she was eaten. She was in ecstasy, never having experienced this before, and she wished she could have this always. She could feel a swell building deep within her core, a tsunami of pleasure about to crash on top of her. Her legs started to thrash, her breathing was hard, coming in gasps, and then it happened. The wave broke over her.

All Jack could hear was a loud gasp, his head was then crushed between her closed thighs as a flood of girl cum splashed onto his face. Not one to pass up a free drink, he opened wide and took in as much of her squirting juices as he could. His face was wet and sticky, but he knew she enjoyed that. As Chelsea’s legs loosened on his head, he removed himself and crawled up next to her as she recovered.

She saw his wet, dripping face and pulled him in for a kiss anyway, tasting herself on his lips. The two locked into another long embrace, with Chelsea rolling on top of him in the process. She straddled his hips as the two continued to their oral indulgence. Chelsea ground her pussy on his stomach, leaving a wet trail on him as she moved lower down his body. She felt something hard against her back and knew his cock was hard again.

She raised up slightly and let the hard member slide between her pussy lips, trapping it like a hotdog inside a bun. She humped his cock like this, his cock head would occasionally bump against her clit in the process, driving her mad. She wanted him, and she had to have him.

“Jack, I want you. I want you to be my first time,” she mewed in his ear.

“First time?