0 comments/ 24039 views/ 1 favorites Eyes By: FleckDog Dear Literotica, I have a story that I think you and your readers may be interested in. Its a story about a night between my girlfriend and myself. Mariel and I had been dating for about a month before this incident took place. We have always had a very charged sexual relationship and have never shied away from new experiences. But this night in particular, I saw a side of my girlfriend I will never forget. We got home pretty late one Friday night. Mariel had had to work late at her store, and I picked her up from work and took her back to her place. It had been a long day for the both of us, so we were both in the mood for a little down time. We had had our first argument the other night, and while we had worked it all out, it had left us with a little pent-up energy. We snuggled in her bed and just relaxed with each other. She asked me what I wanted to do. We had made plans to have a quiet evening the night before with a little firelight and even a little living room dancing. Unfortunately we never got a chance to do so and I suggested that this evening might be a good time to try again. Mariel thought that this was a great idea, but that she needed to take a shower first. So after a little more cuddling, she got up to go wash-up. She looked over her shoulder and said, "Why don't you look in my closet and find something for me to wear. Anything you want". She gave me a little wink, and walked out of the room. A little dazed by the offer, I opened her closet and started to look around. I had seen her in all of her lingerie, so I wasn't nervous about that. I just had no idea what she would be comfortable wearing. After agonizing minutes ticked by, I decided on a cute short black dress. I had never seen her in a dress before, so I was looking forward to the change. I put the hanger on the bathroom door handle and started looking through her CD collection. There was a lot to choose from, but I settled on Sting. Then I went about the room and lit her candles. Mariel was a very sensual person, so her room was filled with candles. After I had lit enough to give the room a nice warm glow, I waited patiently. I heard the water shut off, and I could hear her drying off. Listening intently I heard her open the door and grab the dress. What seemed like years later, She came into the room. I should take some time to describe Mariel. She's a total bombshell. 5' 4'', 130lbs., shoulder length sandy blond hair and a dancers body. Her breasts filled her dress perfectly without being too big. Her legs were silky but muscular from years of dance. Mariel and I knew each other because I used to work at her store. From day one, I thought she was incredibly attractive, and I'd be a liar if I said I didn't think of her tight little body at least once or twice while masturbating. But I digress. She sauntered into the room while I pressed play on the stereo. I walked into her arms and we started dancing. The rhythm flowed through us and soon we were swaying and grinding with each other. I twirled her around so that her ass was in my lap, putting both hands on her waist. I guided her hips with mine and she leaned back into me, moaning slightly. So we danced until the song finished. By this point, I was really horny, so I reached down and picked her up. I walked over to her bed and slowly laid her down on to the surface. I leaned down and kissed her firmly. She likes kisses with pressure, and her hands ran around my waist and she pulled my groin towards her. We continued kissing, our pelvic bones grinding against each other. Then I changed course. I broke our kiss, and began licking and nibbling on her neck. My hands ran down her lags, and then back up under her dress. A quick feel told me that she hadn't bothered to put panties on. Slowly, I began kissing down her body. I pulled her dress high enough to expose her stomach, and I began licking the skin covering her pelvis. Then I continued my trek down her body. I reached her opening and inhaled deeply. I'm the type of guy that really enjoys going down on a girl. Everything about it. The way she tastes, the feeling of her in my mouth, the way her body thrashes and twists as I lick her. I'm good at what I do, and I enjoy it. I started by licking the insides of her knees. Then I licked and kissed my way down to her outer lips. Slowly licking the area between her legs and her lips, I breathed heavily on her already moist opening. Occasionally I gave her clit a little lick, just enough to say hello, and then go right back to gently licking her lips. I enjoy teasing, so this was nothing new to her, but she still grabbed my hair and moaned. I placed my tongue at the bottom of her opening and gave her one big kick all the way up her pussy and across her clit. She began to grind herself into my face. Sensing that she had had enough teasing, I placed my lips around her clit and started to lick. Rapidly I ran my tongue over the swelled love button. Back and forth, then up and down, side to side. Her pussy was my personal ice-cream cone and I was going to enjoy it to the last drop. During this tongue lashing, I was grabbing her beautiful tits through her dress. I massaged them around and pulled on her now erect nipples. Her hands were down at the top of her pussy, spreading her lips open so that she could feel every sensation of my tongue on her. Slowly one of my hands came crawling down her body. Feeling every curve and every goose-bump, until I had the tip of my middle finger placed directly at the opening of her warm and incredibly wet vagina. She could feel me just barely entering her and then pulling out. I did this over and over until she pushed herself onto my finger, letting out a moan of pleasure and arching her back. I worked my finger in and out of her while still stimulating her clit. Then I put a second finger into her and started rubbing faster. My tongue keeping pace, I licked harder and pushed my fingers deeper into her tight well of pleasure. Soon her moans were replacing her breaths and her body twitched and curled in time with my tongue. "Oh fuck! Yes, keep doing that!" I could never deny a pretty face so I focused on licking her up and down, the way I know she likes it. "Ahhhh!" She came hard, her vaginal muscles clamping on my fingers and her legs closing on my head. Listening to her scream in pleasure started me on a hard-on and made me uber horny. After panting for a bit, she looked at me and said, "Okay. Your turn." She pushed me on the bed and started taking my shirt off. Then she reached down and ripped my pants from me. She climbed on top of me and started to kiss me furiously. She reached down and started to massage my ever growing cock. Up to this point, things had gone about normal. Not to say we were in a rut by any means, and I don't want to suggest that anything about sex with Mariel is routine, but the night hadn't turned into anything particularly mind blowing up till this point. But at this point, this changed. She reached up and grabbed my wrists and pushed them over my head. Putting all of her weight on them she whispered into my ear, "These stay up here, got it? Can you handle that, or do I have to tie you up?" I've been tied before and I was feeling really cocky, so I just smiled and was going to tell her she could do whatever she felt. But then she sat up and looked into my eyes. I've seen Mariel a million times at work. She has a brilliant smile and an addictive laugh. Her eyes are soft and understanding. Then, once we started dating, I say a new Mariel. Her eyes were still soft, but now they were compassionate and loving. During sex they become needing and filled with pleasure and desire. I had never seen these eyes before. As she started to sit up, still wearing her dress, gazing into me, I new something was different. Her eyes spoke of more then desire. They were carnal. Animalistic. She needed something, and she was going to have it. No, not have it, she was going to take it. My words caught in my throat as I became hypnotised by her stare. Slowly she began rubbing her pussy along my rock hard shaft. I gasped as I realized just how smooth she was, and by how wet she had become. She reached up and squeezed both of her tits together briefly. Then she climbed off of me and kneeled on the bed next to my cock. With one hand she started stroking me along my shaft. I could see her looking at my cock, gazing at it. Slowly she started to lean her head in closer, and her mouth parted. I could see the tip of her tongue reach out of her mouth. Closer and closer she came to tasting her juices on me and I held my breath, waiting for that first lick. Then, inches from sending me to heaven, she reached over and grabbed my sweater. "You don't need to see this." and then dropped it over my face. Having had my sight taken from me, I could only feel what she did. But I didn't need my eyes. My imagination was more then ready to relay to me anything I needed to know. I could feel her licking my cock. Breathing heavily on it, she sighed and moaned. Leaning over she gave my scrotum a few licks before going back to my cock. Finally, after licking for years, I could feel her lips wrap around the thick, hard rod. I groaned with pleasure as she started bobbing up and down on me. Her hand working in unison with her mouth. Pumping, sucking, moaning. I was breathing heavy, and I could feel myself getting flushed. Suddenly she stopped. Not being able to see, I had to listen closely to hear what was going on. I could hear her take off her dress and reposition herself. Then there was a pressure on my cock. It was warm and soft, but I knew it wasn't her pussy. I could feel her hand pulling my towards her. "How does my breast feel against your cock? Do you like it?" With the sudden realization of what was rubbing me, I could feel my cock swell up even more as I recognized her erect nipple rubbing the underside of my shaft. She continued to rub my cock on her tit, occasionally going back to suck on me to provide lubrication. I was moaning and groaning so loud that I was worried that her neighbor might hear me, but I didn't care. Too soon the rubbing stopped and again I could feel her reposition herself. This time when she reached for my cock, she pointed it straight up. I could feel the head penetrate her vagina. Just the head slipped into her and then back out. Over and over she let me slide into her a little fraction of an inch deeper on every thrust. Then suddenly she slammed me into her. I inhaled sharply as she started bouncing herself on me. I couldn't take it anymore, I had to see this! I asked if I could look, but there was no answer, so I threw the sweater off. She was straddling me backwards, looking over her shoulder at me. She had never done this position before, and I had never had it done to me. The unique experience caused me to, if it was possible, become even hornier. I lay there, watching this beautiful woman repeatedly impale herself on my cock. Again, I couldn't take it anymore. I asked her for permission to touch her. She simply looked at me with those firey eyes. Again, I pleaded with her to let me touch her soft skin. This time, her response was to turn her head away and moan. I took this as a 'yes'. I reached forward and grabbed her hips. She sighed and began grinding on me. I guided her hips back to bouncing. I reached up and pulled her shoulders toward me, arching her back and exposing her breasts. With one hand on her hip, and one hand on her breast, I concentrated on feeling my cock inside of her. I could feel her walls squeezing me. She was so warm and so wet that even thinking about it now is giving me an erection. Soon, I could feel my stomach tighten. I could feel the muscles in my groin prepare. I started gliding her faster, and I began to match thrusts with her. She sensed the change and was very compliant. Faster and hard I pounded myself into her. I was getting closer and closer to the point of release. Then she turned her head towards me and looking into me said, "I want you to come". That pushed me over the edge. I pushed myself into her as far as I could go, and came inside of her. I felt my self pump once, twice, three times, every pulse sending my higher on this ecstasy plane as I had the best orgasm of my life. We remained motionless for a few brief moments as a beautiful tableau before I felt her lean back towards me. Her warm back resting against my chest as I felt us breathing in time. I turned my head towards her and she looked at me. Her eyes were back to their soft, loving, beautiful glow. I leaned into her and kissed her softly. When we broke, I wrapped my arms around her and pulled her towards me. I wanted to say something. About the way she had looked at me, about how she moved me, about how I loved her. I nuzzled in close to her ear and all I could say was, "Wow". Eyes at the Diner "Look at those fat titties," a grisly red headed redneck calls from outside the diner. I take a look at Jonah waiting for him to respond to the redneck's comment. Jonah is the type of man you can depend on to treat everything as if it is trivial. His brown eyes never even look in the direction of the disgusting onlooker. However, the onlooker is very much aware as he stalks me with his eyes. I gawk at Jonah but he is staring straight ahead at the nearly empty diner. I can't help it. My nerves kick into full gear anytime we aren't in our home town. In Southeast D.C. I had to listen to comments about my rear and how a white boy shouldn't be with me. In South Carolina it was the opposite and how a white man was only good enough to own me on a plantation. I was always bothered by the comments but even more so, I was bothered by the lack of reaction from Jonah. "Maybe we should eat somewhere else?" I grab my boyfriend's thin arm hard as I say it. "Here is fine," he says stoic. I'm hungry but the way the redhead is eyeing me is making the hairs on the back of my neck stand up. Another man exits the diner and joins the red head in whisper. I hear the 'N' word and can't believe how much they both leer and seethe over me. Jonah walks past them and actually turns to say hi. I hate him in that moment. We are met with heated glares when we enter the diner. The waitress shows us our seats but she takes forever to bring us drinks. She whispers to her boss as they gaze at us from the counter. Again Jonah doesn't notice the looks we are getting. I turn my attention elsewhere. My bladder is aching. I ask aloud where the bathroom is and a patron points past the bar. "I'll be right back," I say hesitantly looking into the dark space. The bathroom is buried. The hallway leads to another hallway and then there are three steps down to a solitary door. I rush in and cold air immediately hits me making my nipples harden. Goosebumps spread over my areolas. I quickly sit on the icy toilet seat and shiver as my deep brown legs close and open in rhythm. I want out of here as soon as possible, I think to myself staring at the tiles on the floor. Then I hear the door creak open. "Jonah?" I call out cursing myself for not locking the door. I wasn't stupid enough to forget, but I was so in need of a piss. "No, It's your other boyfriend," a familiar voice says and then I hear the click of the lock. My breath rises and falls in hurried rhythm now. I'm sitting on the toilet with my pants around my ankles staring at a very hair red head that has fire in his cornflower blue eyes. "You need a hand?" He says with a laugh and then he is on me placing his hand on my mouth so I can't scream. I try to bite at the hand, but he just pushes it harder against me. "We are going to have a lot of fun," he laughs again, "I love a good fight." I stand with my pants still around my ankles and his hand still over my mouth. I can't breathe. He grabs my buttoned blouse and with one hand rips it off popping the buttons as he goes. "What the?" I manage to yelp as he removes his hand from my sweating mouth. "I think we have two things established here, " he says with a grin, "one I'm stronger than you, and two no one can hear you scream down here. I don't really have to hold your mouth any longer and I would rather fill your mouth with other things." He takes his thumb and rubs it over my bottom lip, "white girls just don't have lips like these." I shudder at his touch. A mix of emotions flows through me. There is something to be said about a compliment that I've longed to hear my entire life. Being dark skinned and a little thicker than most hasn't leant me to the most desirable compliments, but this man had a deep need to fill me because of what I looked like. "Down," he says pushing at my shoulders, "I want you own your knees and for this next part I want you to keep your eyes looking up at me. He drops his pants and I'm in awe. I've never seen a cock so perfect in my life. It is a tan color like the rest of his skin draped under a slightly pudgy belly. The cock is uncut, about eight inches and thick. It is so thick that my eyes start to water a little. White boys must be bigger in the south because Jonah is only nearly 5 inches when hard. A knock rattles the door. He quickly pulls up his pants but he doesn't zip them. He goes to the door unlatching it and talks to a visitor outside. The other guy from the porch rushes in. "I'm so glad I didn't miss the fun part", he says glaring at me with chocolate colored eyes; "I'd hate to miss every inch of my buddy's white cock penetrating a black pussy for the first time." I can't believe what I'm hearing, but something else quickly catches my attention. The pants of the red head are pulled down again and the perfect cock is inches from my face. "I think she likes it Mitch," the intruder has caught on to my thoughts before I've been able to process them. I have a name for the cock; I now know it as Mitch's cock. "She will love it," he says thrusting it at my lips, "open your mouth your black slut." I comply but just a little. A little is not enough for him as he thrust deeper hitting the back of my throat. "When I say open your mouth, I want you to open it. When I say open your legs I mean open them. There is no laziness like your people are used to." He makes me gag as he pushes deeper into my throat grabbing my natural hair, "don't you throw up little black slut. I only want you spit on my cock and I only want my cum in your mouth." He pushes in and out of my mouth in rhythmic fashion and my eyes stay on him the whole time. He never misses a glance. "Now that is a good little field hand," he says pressing deeper each time he is in my throat, "just like your ancestors though, you need to be able to multi task." The nameless guy drops his pants and I can't believe my eyes. His cock is massive and curved startling me with intensity and swell. "Don't punk out now," he says standing close to his friend, "wrap those little black fingers around my cock." I wrap my hand around his cock and he moans. Again eyes are on my appreciating black fingers and dark lips. Tits bounce with massive chocolate areolas and perk nipples. I'm wanted. Slurping never stops as I alternate between the giant cocks. "That a girl," Mitch says pulling my head back so he can see my full face and then thrusting me back down again. I feel him swelling in my mouth. "Don't you miss a drop. I will not accept laziness from my black slut," Mitch says with a rough tone. He cums a stream of wet hot liquid directly down my throat. "Stick out your tongue", he tells me peering at what is left of his seed before he instructs me to swallow. "This chick is amazing," his buddy says jerking his cock until it looks like it is about to burst, "hold her head." Mitch holds me and I can feel my own wetness seeping through my white panties. The nameless guy explodes on my forehead and down my eyes and nose. "She sure would make a nice slave, Patrick." "She sure would." Mitch looks through me with his final words before leading me out of the bathroom with my pants around my ankles and the remnants of my new masters all over my face. I'm humiliated into submission and I don't ever want to go back. Eyes at the Window Some of you know how it is to be freshly married, still exploring and discovering what excites and what doesn't in each other. My pretty little wife Sharon was a bit of a prude. She always wore longer skirts, sweaters that came all the way up to her neck, things like that. The funny part was I discovered she not only never wore panties, she didn't even own any of them. I delighted in teasing her about that. She would blush bright red and stick her tongue out at me, not upset at all but pretending to be when I would make some outrageous comment with friends around. I went with her once when she was looking for a new bathing suit, she tried on every one piece thing in the store, all of them were awful. Finally she was down to the two piece suits, no way in hell would she come out to let me see them like she would in the one piece types. After all, there were other people around, some of them obviously bored husbands wishing they were home watching the football game. So she would call out, I would go peek in the door of the changing room, then she would try on another one. I was getting looked at quite a bit by the other shoppers, they probably thought I was a pervert. I was wishing I was home watching the football game, too. A couple of guys wandered over and were pretending to look at clothes on a nearby rack, which I thought was hilarious since the racks held women's undergarments. It was rather obvious they were hoping to catch a peek, so the next time Sharon called out I opened the door wider. She was looking at herself in the mirror, the tiny yellow thing she had on was scandalous at best. "Wow!" I said, "That is great!" "You don't think it is too...?" she started to say, turning my way. Then it hit her that I was standing there holding the door open and the two men were staring at her, and there was a hell of a lot of skin hanging out of that tiny suit. "Oh!" she said, reaching for the door, pulling it shut, me inside. "What's the matter?" I asked her, innocently. "Those men were looking at me!" She exclaimed. "Oh hell, men will see you on the beach." I answered. "You did that deliberately!" she said in what seemed to me to be mock outrage. But I caught the flush on her face. Still, Sharon refused to buy the outfit, no amount of telling her how much I liked it worked. I finally gave up and we left. The next day I stopped by, bought the bikini, then headed home, hiding it in the closet. I had no idea how I was going to get her into it in public, though. Sometimes when we were making love, I would be licking her nipples which seemed to drive her nuts. I would make a comment about someone seeing her, nude or partly nude. I would slide in a comment about how beautiful she was and how I really liked it when she looked "foxy." Innocent crap, but oddly it got me going, and I saw the pursed lips and her expression. Just fun stuff to bring up, think about, nothing we would ever really do. One of my pastimes that I did hide from her was reading erotic stories, and I even wrote a few, a couple of them were fairly well received. But I kept them hidden from Sharon. I thought. I came home one evening and Sharon was sitting at the screen reading some of the stories I had loaded, and there was a half dozen of them that were mildly naughty. Most were about guys getting peeks, things like that. I had even used her name in some of them and described her exactly, so she knew damn good and well the thoughts in my head were about her. I was busted. I figured my ass was buttermilk, but she wasn't even upset. In fact, she was curious as to why the idea excited me so much. The real truth is I didn't know, it just did. I told her exactly that, the idea of someone looking at her bare breasts, her nipples or maybe a sneak peek up her dress really excited me. I just had no answer as to why. Sharon just laughed at me and told me I was a pervert, I was relieved at having survived a possible yelling match. It was about a week later, Sharon asked me if we could go to the beach. Not thinking, I said sure, so she made a basket of goodies and some wine, we hopped in the car and off we went. She had on a full length shapeless pullover outfit, it left everything to the imagination so I didn't even think of what she might be wearing underneath. It was about a 2 hour drive from our house, we found a nice spot a bit off to ourselves and Sharon spread out our blankets. I guess I wasn't really paying attention, because when Sharon stood up and pulled the full length pullover she wore over her head, I just came to a stop. Here she was standing there wearing that tiny little yellow thing I had bought and thought I had hidden from her. YOW! She was gorgeous, hell, she always was gorgeous but this was amazing! Out in public, wearing nothing more than wisps of cloth. By wisps I mean just that, the top was two little yellow triangles no more than a couple of inches across, the bottom was about the same. The top was so tiny that her breasts hung out the sides, bottom and top, all it did was barely cover her nipples. The crotch was cut so low the top of her pubic mound was visible, which meaned she had to have shaved but it didn't look like that, more likely waxed. I knew that just a quarter inch lower and her clit would peek out over the top of it and all she had over her butthole was the tin string. Hell, I found myself trying to sneak peeks at her without getting caught, that was an odd feeling. Plus I sat there the entire time with a raging hardon. I suppose it would be fun to say that she started a riot and people were everywhere but for about 3 hours nobody even came close to us except for one older couple that walked by maybe 20 feet away. There were some young people throwing frisbees, and one gal maybe 25 or so was actually topless, her breasts bouncing around as she ran to catch the thing. But they were at least 100 yards away. The guy walking by did look at Sharon lying on her stomach with appreciation but that was it. From behind I couldn't even see the bottoms except for the strings that looked like yarn tied at the sides. We decided to get a motel room and stay overnight, so we packed up and headed for a place we had passed that was right on the beach. As we were checking in, the young man at the desk looked Sharon up and down but she had her coverup on of course so I didn't think too much of that. He was the typical beachbum type, well built and around 25 with bleached yellow hair hanging down over his ears. The room we got was on the ground floor and a nonsmoking room, but there was a back door that led out to a little yard overlooking the ocean. Nothing out of the ordinary, two huge picture windows, a bed and some chairs, and a TV. I wandered outside to grab a smoke, it was getting dark so I sat on a picnic table and watched the sun go down. Heading back to the room, I noticed that there were shrubs in front of the windows, which were covered with some kind of filmy curtain. I could step off the sidewalk past the shrubs and have a clear view of the entire room, but from inside with the lights on I almost couldn't see out at all. I watched Sharon for a few minutes, she was just sitting on the bed reading a book. I went inside and checked, sure enough, the picture windows were like big mirrors. "What are you doing?" Sharon asked as I fiddled with the filmy curtains, drawing them aside. "I noticed that anyone outside can see right in here if they step past the shrubs, maybe you should put on a little show in case anyone comes by.", I laughed. "Oh, you. Don't be silly!" She went back to reading her book, I went in and took a shower, I was feeling a bit randy. I came out wearing just my briefs and plopped down next to Sharon, reaching out and grabbing a handful of tit. She smiled and put the book down, we cuddled for awhile, then she hopped up to grab a quick shower, too. When she came back out, all she had on was her soft shorty nightgown, I grabbed her again playfully and we started necking. "What would you do if someone was peeking in right now?" I whispered in her ear as I ran my hand over her bare behind. She just snuggled closer. "Maybe I would just let them watch!" she giggled, burying her face in my chest. I happened to glance up at the window and as I did I caught a slight movement. Someone WAS watching! My first instinct was to jump up, go yell at them, pull the heavy draw curtains that were still open. Then I felt a flush come over me, what an opportunity! I let my hand push up the bottom of Sharon's nightgown as she cuddled next to me, watching out of the corner of my eye at the window. Once again I detected some motion, then a face pressed closer. It was the young man from the desk! He kept drawing back out of sight but I pretended to not notice, then he would slip closer. I could barely make him out, the yellow hair was what gave him away, it caught enough light from the room to be barely visible. I turned my attention back to Sharon, sliding the hem of her nightgown even higher, up over her bare behind. "He is watching you right now!" I whispered in her ear like I had done so many times before. She played along with the game, moaning, not realizing this was real. I pressed her back onto the bed, the nightgown up to her waist now. I sensed the face press even closer, then more motion as he stepped aside to the corner of the window. I realized he was trying to improve his angle so I turned my body, scooting her around so she was sideways on the bed with her legs hanging over the edge facing the window. "Shaved, huh?" I noted. "When did you do that?" "I had it waxed at the spa." She giggled. "I had to to wear that bathing suit." Reaching down, I slid the nightgown up and off her, baring her heavy breasts. I nuzzled at one while stroking the other. "Open your legs, let him see you!" I whispered in her ear. She complied readily, spreading her legs a little wider. The light from the table lamp shined right on her, she was already starting to glisten from my touch. Her heavy lips were swollen, her nipples crinkled down to little buttons. "Bring your knees up, wider!" I whispered as I stroked her with my fingers. Her eyes flashed open, she looked at me oddly, then she realized. "Is there..Is there someone there?" she started to sit up. "Shhhh.. It's all right, just go with it." She hesitated, then deciding, she lay back. I put my hand on her knee and pressed it lightly sideways, she didn't resist. She let out a moan as I stroked between her legs, allowed me to part them even more. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw the face reappear at the window. I managed to get my briefs down, freeing myself. I was solid as a rock. I rolled over on top of her and slid inside with no resistance. Then still joined, I rolled over on my back with Sharon on top of me. This pointed her behind directly at the window as we lay there, I was pumping away at her slowly. I reached down and pulled her knees towards me, looking over her shoulder at the man standing at the window. He was staring right between Sharon's legs, he didn't step back this time. I know he saw me looking at him, but he didn't move. I reached down and grasped Sharon's butt cheeks, and pulled sideways, spreading her completely, obscenely. I knew the light was shining right on her, her pussy spread out with my cock inbedded in her. I even removed my cock, holding her like that, letting him see. She groaned and buried her face against me but made no move to stop me. I pushed my cock back in, in short order we were thrashing at each other in orgasm. We lay there for several minutes as I softened and finally slid out. Sharon got up, and walked to the bathroom to get a towel. She came back out, still naked, and sat on the edge of the bed, facing the window. She opened her legs and carefully wiped herself with the towel as I lay there and watched. Then she glanced up at the window, the man stood there for a moment smiling. Their eyes met and Sharon just sat there smiling with her legs open. Then he was gone. Sharon hopped up and drew the curtains. "How was that? Was that what you wanted?" She smiled at me. "God that was hot!" I reached for her, erect again and we proceeded to make another mess. The next morning we checked out, the same young man was at the counter. He smiled at us, looking Sharon over closely. She had on a thin halter top and a pair of snug shorts I had never seen before but realized I liked. Her nipples made clear bumps in the thin cloth. "Enjoy your stay?" he asked. "Yes, fine." I told him. "Different, too." Sharon blushed furiously. "Come back soon!" The young man called out as we opened the door. I glanced back as he gave me the thumbs up and winked. I was grinning as we headed out the door. I was thinking of perhaps making a few stops at some waysides on the trip home.