Seeing Sisters 5 Mexico
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Pt 1 https://xhamster.com/stories/seeing-s-rs-434988
Pt 2 https://xhamster.com/stories/seeing-sisters-pt-2-bbw-steals-hot-bf-from-hot-793101
Pt 3 https://xhamster.com/stories/seeing-sisters-3-795739
Pt 4 https://xhamster.com/stories/seeing-sisters-4-mexico-800242
Pt 5 https://xhamster.com/stories/seeing-sisters-5-mexico-803920
Robin shimmied into her 3rd new bathing suit: a pale, high-waist bikini and matching tube-top. The material wasn't quite thick enough to completely conceal her nipple outlines.
She tossed Chuck swim briefs. Bright blue with a parrot design on the crotch.
"Really?" Squinting, he arched an eyebrow. "They look kinda small."
Sticking out her lower lip, she mock pouted.
"I'm trying to figure this out. Two days ago you went bathing suit shopping for me and, okay, the trunks were nice, but this?"
"Every girl wants a little eye candy. If the four of us were on the beach together, you don't think I'd be staring at you wearing that?" She licked her lips.
"Fine." He pulled on the briefs; they barely covered his ass
She got hot between her thighs watching Chuck turn this way and that, checking his profile in the mirror.
"What's the matter? Aren't you going to wear it?"
He screwed up his face and walked into the bathroom to look in the big mirror. "Wow, this is small."
"Don't be a wuss. Look at me, nothing but thongs not covering my big ass." She did her runway walk, one foot in front of the other, making her knees cross and her boom-boom butt swing from side to side. "Who do we know that's gonna care?"
"No one."
"So get over yourself." Robin approached, put her arms around him, and grabbed his ass firmly. "Tell you what," she kissed his chest and licked his left nipple. Feeling his cock twitch, she grinned. "I'll buy you a mimosa at breakfast if you wear it."
"Make it a double and it's a deal," but, he pulled her closer, and her mouth to his nipple where she took the hint and sucked it.
He inhaled sharply.
She didn't stop while he spoke.
His voice raspy, he said, "I'll have to wear shorts until we get to the beach."
"Fine," she replied with a mock eye roll. Smacking his ass hard and nibbling his nipple she muttered, "Wimp."
Chuck shuddered, pulled on his cargo shorts, faded, red ballcap, loud, Hawaiian shirt, and cheap sun glasses. He picked up the backpack with the sunscreen and books and a towel from yesterday.
After mimosas, Chuck barely had time for coffee and a croissant before Robin was ready to leave. "We want to get there early, otherwise all the reserved chairs will be gone," she said.
He stuffed a danish in mouth and guzzled another java before catching up to her in the lobby.
They had almost passed the well-stocked gift shop when Robin said, "Wait here," and disappearing inside.
Rolling his eyes and sighing, he complied. Chuck paced. For fuck's sake, he thought, she was so hot to get to the beach -- and now she wants to shop? He sat on a plush couch and watched the women, mostly fit, mostly pretty, and mostly pretty well-off he figured to come to a place like this. -- but not one of them had the boom-boom curves that made his mouth water, his heart pound, and his cock ache.
Robin stepped out from behind the glass doors, large bag in hand.
He couldn't help be wonder what damage had been done in there, but then, it wasn't his credit card.
After slow walking across the lobby and making him hard, Robin sat beside him. "My dear, not to be brutal, but after looking at the people here, you are due for an attire upgrade."
"Oh?"
Opening the bag she said, "Give me your hat."
He frowned, it was his favorite, but he handed it over without protest. Robin stuffed it into the backpack, then handed him a fashionable Panama hat, with an indigo band. Without protest, he doffed it and thought it could be an upgrade, not for home, but for a place like this … definitely.
Seeing his willingness to roll with it, she said, "Sunglasses."
Whipping off his cheap shades, he gave them to her.
In return, she handed him designer aviators with green lenses.
Chuck tried them on -- nice, lightweight, and the kind he had always admired.
"Shirt."
Without a word, he surrendered his cheap, gaudy Hawaiian shirt, and donned the thin, white cotton shirt, button down, square bottom with roll up sleeves.
"Stand."
He complied.
"Turn."
He did.
"Sit."
No problem.
Robin leaned over and put her mouth to his ear. "You are so fucking hot -- especially since I know what bathing suit that's barely covering your ass -- I could fuck you right here."
His cock pulsed and leaked.
"But, I think that would end the beginning of a lovely vacation."
He nodded and put his mouth close to her ear. "When can we fuck?" I want to inhale you Baby doll -- every inch of your sexy body."
Robin shivered; her cunt caught fire. In his new clothes, Chuck looked even hotter, but his words were lava, smoldering and slowly crawling through her mind and then her body.
"We need sun and surf and cocktails and when we're in the surf, we'll foreplay … a bit." She looked him straight in the eye. "Don't think for one second that it's not on my mind … I just didn't come to Mexico to stay in a hotel room and fuck all day, we can do that at home."
Chuck raised his new glasses and winked. "I hope so."
At the beach, they picked two lounges and stripped to their swimsuits. Just as they sat, Ariana appeared. From behind her rock-star sunglasses, Robin watcher her gaze hungrily at Chuck, admiring his cut body and bulging shorts. His easy manner made her weak-kneed -- and he was oblivious.
"So, a little something to wash down breakfast before we hit the surf?"
"Sounds good."
By the time they had unpacked sunscreen and books and an extra towel, Ariana returned.
"Senior," she said, and handed Chuck his beer and shot of tequila.
"Seniora," she placed a cup full of nuts and Robin's drink on the table between them.
Chuck smirked, "I think she's still Seniorita, unless she's not telling me something."
Robin felt the waitress' eyes running up and down her, assessing her thick thighs, broad, bare hips, and admirable bosom, ineptly covered by the tube top. She watched as Ariana who was obviously searching for rings, saw none, and looked bewildered.
Smirking, Robin grabbed her lustrous mane and d****d it so it covered the front of her shoulder and tickled her nipple. Every woman at the resort had only two thoughts: what was Adonis doing with a big girl, and, what was the big girl doing to Adonis that he only noticed her. Half the women wanted him, and the other half wanted to know her secret.
"Can I give you something else?"
"Uh, no, thank you." He smiled. "Later though, for sure."
Two big gulps and they hustled into the warm, sensual Caribbean water, each having admitted to the other that their swimwear needed a little rinse. They frolicked, grabbed, kissed, hugged, and tugged at each other's bathing suits. Walking along the water's edge, they splashed one another, smacked asses, and laughed like k**s. Back at their seats each edged the other as they took turns with the sunscreen. In quiet moments, each read a book and shared aloud when their something was funny, or sexy.
Ariana kept the drinks coming.
Well after noon Chuck said, "Baby doll, I'm hungry. I want something to eat and a siesta and a little something-something, if you know what I mean."
"Mm, yeah, food would be good. Siesta very good, and 'something-something' even better." She smirked. "One more time at the cabana, a quick bite, but tonight I want to wear actual clothes to the big dining room, okay?"
"Sure."
After draining their drinks, they packed: books, sunscreen, Chuck's shorts, and spare towels. Foggy from the sun, the booze, and lack of food, they made their way toward the paved path leading to food and rest.
At the junction of beach and walkway, they stopped to put on flip flops.
"Hey! Chuck! Robin!
They instantly recognized Anna's voice and turned.
"Hey!" Chuck smiled.
"Where have you two been hiding?"
"Under the umbrella."
"Wow, you look great," she gazed at Chuck, taking in the dapper hat, the suave aviators, the stylish unbuttoned shirt, and the European swim briefs. "I barely recognized you." She touched his arm. "How cool."
Robin knew Anna's hungry stare. Every woman but Laurie, she thought.
Over her shoulder she yelled, "Hey, come on Laurie!"
"Does the new look make you even more of a chick magnet?" Anna flicked an eyebrow.
"Nah, Robin thought it was time for an upgrade. I wasn't sure at first, until I got the whole package. At least now I fit in."
"Except you're carrying a six-pack where the other guys carry an extra 50 pounds, " Anna muttered.
Robin assessed her sister's friend. Nice, pretty face, good hair, not thin like Laurie, but definitely not big like her. No doubt, Anna knew Chuck was a catch, and she wondered how good a friend Anna really was -- good enough to not make a play for Chuck, even though Laurie acted like she was Cleopatra?
"I've been calling you, both." Laurie's voice was acidic.
"Left the phones in the room." His tone was vague. "Didn't want to get them stolen out here."
"We'll meet you back at the room at 4," Laurie said, "And we'll can switch."
"Sure," he said. "Whenever you're ready to move your stuff over."
"Me? You want ME to move?"
"Don't you think that Anna deserves the best room?""
"They're the same!"
"And why should Anna have to move? She's the one who brought us on vacation."
"No, Chuck, it's okay. I'll move," Anna said.
"No, it's not okay Anna, it's not right, and Laurie needs to learn a little appreciation."
"What is with you?"
"I'm tired Laurie. You treat everyone like shit, even Anna."
Her lips got small and became a thin straight line, she squinted. "You know what? Fuck you. I have no idea why you're so mean to me all of a sudden. If you're going to be such an asshole, you can sleep with my sister, again. Serves you right."
"As you wish," he replied.
Laurie stormed away, walking toward the water.
Anna looked at Chuck and shrugged.
Chuck and Robin continued toward the cabana.
Robin broke the silence. "I'm sorry."
"For what?"
"Screwing up your vacation."
He stopped, tugged her wrist, and twirled her around into his arms.
"Are you fucking k**ding me?"
"You don't look happy."
"Robin." He looked deep into her eyes.
Her throat tightened, bracing for whatever came next. Deep down, she knew, she knew that he would dump her. He could be with any woman he wanted, hell, even Ariana would take him home and screw him six ways to Sunday between shifts. Her mind roiled like rain clouds with dark thoughts -- every woman they had passed had leered and lusted.
"How can I look happy when I'm ecstatic?"
Time froze for her as the tried to process his words. Confused, she blinked, her expression blank.
"I'm having a great time. Relaxed, having fun, joking, going with the flow -- he put his lips to her ear, and Baby Doll, the sex is crazy hot."
Speechless, Robin shivered. His words tossed like salad. Replaying them very carefully … did he just say 'the sex is crazy hot' and did that mean that sex with her was better than with … Laurie?
He took her hand and strolled on the path.
She held on tighter, never wanting to let this -- whatever they were doing -- go. "This is the best vacation ever. We have to buy something for Anna for bringing us along."
"Yeah," she said. "You're right: we should," repeating 'we' on purpose.
"Let's be honest, the only elephant in the room is Laurie. Even on vacation she can't relax and not micromanage everyone. I don't want to have a blow-up and ruin the vacation. I don't want the drama and the shit. And I don't want to do what she wants, when she wants, and least of all how she wants. I want you." He pulled her close and kissed her behind her ear.
Her head tipped back, exposing her neck and throat where he placed multiple kisses.
Robin felt wet, again.
Wash, rinse, repeat.
Sliders at the cabana, drinks to go, and siesta.
They woke shortly before 4. While Robin made a pot of coffee, Chuck mixed pre-dinner cocktails from the mini bar. Naked on the balcony, they each downed a quick coffee and lingered over cocktails. He stared at her broad, smooth curves, mink-like hair, sexy eyes, and voluptuous lips. Like a hungry man eying a New York strip steak -- his mouth watered.
Finishing his drink, he sighed.
"What's the matter?"
"I want you," lust hung in his tone. "Now."
Robin smirked, tilted her glass, and eyeballed the contents. Half full. "I'm not quite ready," she hooked her left thigh over the arm of the chair, "but I'm open to a warm up."
Without hesitation, Chuck dropped to his knees and face-planted into her honey pot. She tasted sweet and slick. His flat tongue on her clit made her shiver, and, to tease, he moved his mouth away, kissing her inner thighs and licking the smooth groove where her legs joined her body. With his lips, he pecked all around the rectangle of her trimmed bush until she moaned. Her scent wafted as he brushed gently against her quim on his way down to the bottom of her round rump.
She was, he thought, scrumptious. Nibbling and licking, he heard Robin's deep, satisfied purr as she put her hand on his head and guided his face to her pink place.
She swung her other leg over the other arm of the chair, presenting herself.
Chuck toyed with her, kissing, then backing away to look into her pleading eyes. A few flicks of her clit, then a tongue-dive into her hot hole, he tasted her wetness.
"Someone," he mumbled from her cunt, "seems ready."
"Who might that be?"
"Let me think," he looked up, his mouth still engaged. "I'm thinking the lovely, voluptuous vixen whose clit I'm licking -- but I could be wrong," he teased.
"Stand up and put your cock in my mouth."
He complied, and his cock, sparkling with precum, bobbed in front of her face.
In full view of the rooms across the way, Robin went down on him.
Eyes closed, Chuck felt her breath and then her magic, velvet lips suck his cock-hole as she firmly grabbed his rod and stroked, her thumb rubbing against the underside to coax any reluctant juice onto her tongue.
Opening his eyes, he reached down and tenderly pulled her hair into a ponytail, and used it to rub his thighs -- right next to his balls.
Mouth full of cock, Robin still managed to snortle. Inventive, she thought.
Looking right, he watched their reflection in the glass door. Her boobs swung and bumped together as she bobbed on his rod. Perched on the edge of the chair, her smooth, broad behind stuck out. FHAT, he thought -- fucking hot and sexy.
Sucking deeply and slowly, she rotated her jerking hand while she tugged on his sack.
The alternative view intensified every sensation -- like watching his own porno movie in real time. Phone video flashed through his mind as his mouth watered for her sexy, meaty body. He wanted a grab, though not enough to stop a -- gulp -- awesome blowjob.
Looking to the left, the building across the pathway was about 20 yards away -- far enough that people across from one another mostly couldn't stare into rooms on the other side but near enough to maximize the use of the property -- and to clearly see opposing balconies. Three were occupied. A one younger couple with boat drinks and Hawaiian prints, a middle aged woman with a taut figure and sun-browned boobs, and an older couple, both gray-haired and sporting highball glasses.
All eyes were on Chuck -- and the top of Robin's head.
He moaned.
"I want you to fuck me." Her voice was husky with lust.
His mind was quick with kink. "Stand up, bend over and grab the rail.
Without question, she did. Her boobs hung low and bounced when she wiggled her ass for him. Eyes up, she noticed the folks across the way -- and froze. "There are people!"
"Then wave," he said casually.
Her eyebrows arched in shock.
"Seriously. We'll wave together. If they wave back, it's all cool."
Robin whimpered. Fuck it, she thought. You just need to own it, girl. And, with that, she stood up straight, enviable breasts jutting out, and shimmed her shoulders and waist, making every thing jiggle. Grabbing Chuck's hardon, she pulled him to her side -- she wasn't going to let him hide behind her.
"Well then," he leaned in and kissed the side of her neck.
In unison they smiled and waved to the neighbors.
All five quickly smiled and waved back.
"Okay, well then, as you were."
Robin resumed, grabbing the rail, meaty tits hanging.
Chuck squatted behind her, spread her thighs apart, and planted his mouth against her sweet musk. He moaned. Her taste was light and fresh and delicious -- and he attacked with fervor.
Already warmed up and fully aroused, her legs trembled, her shook, and her quim quivered.
Slurping, he reached between her legs and gently pinched her nipples.
She stiffened in surprise but then relaxed. "I thought you were going to fuck me."
His mouth still embedded between her thighs, she heard only a muffled reply.
In a flash he was standing behind her. His throbber at her gate. Grabbing her plush hips, he swiftly conquered her defensed and penetrated her fortress in search of her gems. An expert searcher, he found them on the second try, sending a shock wave through her queendom. He rippled time for her.
Her eyes went wide and suddenly shut tightly. It was all she could to do breathe and hold on to the rail -- everything else was a sensational blur. Until it came -- the beginning of the end. Her respiration was short and hacking. Her whole body was on fire with pleasure. A grunt, "Fuck me." Starting from deep within, a low moan. "Fuck me," her tone was urgent. He filled her to the brim of delight. Her hips synchronized with his thrusts.
No longer grinning, his "O" face began forming. Inside she was silky and slick with a firm grip around him, all the way in and back. The visual was stunning: her thick tresses splayed across her smooth back and over her shoulder, her round wide rump ripping under his hands -- he wanted her to cum hard. Putting his left thumb in his mouth, got a dollop of saliva, then pressed it against her brown bud.
A gargled grunting moan tripped from her lips.
With his right, he reached over her hip and under, grabbing a boob. He pulled the nipple and fondled her; he strummed her backdoor with his thumb; and fucked her hard and fast, then soft and slow.
Groaning, quietly at first, then, louder and faster, but she had no control. With every stroke, Chuck managed to hit that sweet spot. Her only coherent thought was: he has a perfectly shaped cock -- for me. All cognizance escaped her. Robin's body took over -- her mind gone. She was in the third person, hearing some crazy bitch howling with orgasm, and she vaguely wondered the source … until her whole shook and seized and her eyes popped open, gasping at the intensity. Every part of her flooded with deep, sexual release, and pleasure. She heard Chuck grunt, then felt his thick stream, once, twice, three times hard. Her pussy gripped his pulsing member. Every - single - move pushed her closer to another orgasm. When it hit, she barked as her knees began to buckle. White-knuckled on the rail, his firm grip on her hips kept her from crumpling to the deck. She let out soft grunts between short, sharp breaths as he withdrew.
Both gasping with face-breaking smiles, she stood, holding Chuck for support.
She scooped a gob of cum from the tip of his cock and put it in her mouth.
Not to be outdone, he reached for her pussy and got two fingers of cum.
Robin opened her mouth.
Chuck winked and, making a show of it, slowly licked his fingers for all to see.
Stunned, she could do or say nothing. Kinky fucker, she thought.
He grabbed her in a deep, sensual embrace, and kissed her slowly and passionately.
Emotions muddled, she bear-hugged him, raking at his back with honed nails.
They broke and stood side by side.
The audience stood and golf-clapped.
A wave to them, a quick for each other, and they went inside.
"That was so fucking great, Hon," she said, hoping that 'Hon' wasn't over the line, though, she reasoned, he does call me 'Baby doll.'
"Amazing," he replied. "Intense." He lay on the bed. "Totally fucking wild with those people watching."
Robin lay beside him, propped on one elbow, running her nails gently over his chest and belly, occasionally tweaking a nipple.
"Keep that up, and you're going to start something you'll need to finish."
His cock twitched.
She bit her bottom lip.
He grabbed her shoulder and pulled her half on to him, kissed her, and wrapped his arms around her.
Robin's hair slid down, creating a curtain behind which they stared, kissed mouths open, each hungry for the other.
Her free hand roamed to his happy trail and discovered fresh dew. She ran her fingers through his thick nether-hair and used her nails on his balls.
He gasped.
Still playing with his balls, she backed her face away from his. "I wonder," she whispered, leaving the thought hanging.
"What?" He searched for a clue in her smug expression.
"I wonder," she licked her bottom lip again and flipped the curtain of hair away. "Well, I wonder what it would be like to suck your balls."
Smiling he said, "Sounds great!"
"After."
"After?"
"After they've been shaved."
Pt 1 https://xhamster.com/stories/seeing-s-rs-434988
Pt 2 https://xhamster.com/stories/seeing-sisters-pt-2-bbw-steals-hot-bf-from-hot-793101
Pt 3 https://xhamster.com/stories/seeing-sisters-3-795739
Pt 4 https://xhamster.com/stories/seeing-sisters-4-mexico-800242
Pt 5 https://xhamster.com/stories/seeing-sisters-5-mexico-803920
Robin shimmied into her 3rd new bathing suit: a pale, high-waist bikini and matching tube-top. The material wasn't quite thick enough to completely conceal her nipple outlines.
She tossed Chuck swim briefs. Bright blue with a parrot design on the crotch.
"Really?" Squinting, he arched an eyebrow. "They look kinda small."
Sticking out her lower lip, she mock pouted.
"I'm trying to figure this out. Two days ago you went bathing suit shopping for me and, okay, the trunks were nice, but this?"
"Every girl wants a little eye candy. If the four of us were on the beach together, you don't think I'd be staring at you wearing that?" She licked her lips.
"Fine." He pulled on the briefs; they barely covered his ass
She got hot between her thighs watching Chuck turn this way and that, checking his profile in the mirror.
"What's the matter? Aren't you going to wear it?"
He screwed up his face and walked into the bathroom to look in the big mirror. "Wow, this is small."
"Don't be a wuss. Look at me, nothing but thongs not covering my big ass." She did her runway walk, one foot in front of the other, making her knees cross and her boom-boom butt swing from side to side. "Who do we know that's gonna care?"
"No one."
"So get over yourself." Robin approached, put her arms around him, and grabbed his ass firmly. "Tell you what," she kissed his chest and licked his left nipple. Feeling his cock twitch, she grinned. "I'll buy you a mimosa at breakfast if you wear it."
"Make it a double and it's a deal," but, he pulled her closer, and her mouth to his nipple where she took the hint and sucked it.
He inhaled sharply.
She didn't stop while he spoke.
His voice raspy, he said, "I'll have to wear shorts until we get to the beach."
"Fine," she replied with a mock eye roll. Smacking his ass hard and nibbling his nipple she muttered, "Wimp."
Chuck shuddered, pulled on his cargo shorts, faded, red ballcap, loud, Hawaiian shirt, and cheap sun glasses. He picked up the backpack with the sunscreen and books and a towel from yesterday.
After mimosas, Chuck barely had time for coffee and a croissant before Robin was ready to leave. "We want to get there early, otherwise all the reserved chairs will be gone," she said.
He stuffed a danish in mouth and guzzled another java before catching up to her in the lobby.
They had almost passed the well-stocked gift shop when Robin said, "Wait here," and disappearing inside.
Rolling his eyes and sighing, he complied. Chuck paced. For fuck's sake, he thought, she was so hot to get to the beach -- and now she wants to shop? He sat on a plush couch and watched the women, mostly fit, mostly pretty, and mostly pretty well-off he figured to come to a place like this. -- but not one of them had the boom-boom curves that made his mouth water, his heart pound, and his cock ache.
Robin stepped out from behind the glass doors, large bag in hand.
He couldn't help be wonder what damage had been done in there, but then, it wasn't his credit card.
After slow walking across the lobby and making him hard, Robin sat beside him. "My dear, not to be brutal, but after looking at the people here, you are due for an attire upgrade."
"Oh?"
Opening the bag she said, "Give me your hat."
He frowned, it was his favorite, but he handed it over without protest. Robin stuffed it into the backpack, then handed him a fashionable Panama hat, with an indigo band. Without protest, he doffed it and thought it could be an upgrade, not for home, but for a place like this … definitely.
Seeing his willingness to roll with it, she said, "Sunglasses."
Whipping off his cheap shades, he gave them to her.
In return, she handed him designer aviators with green lenses.
Chuck tried them on -- nice, lightweight, and the kind he had always admired.
"Shirt."
Without a word, he surrendered his cheap, gaudy Hawaiian shirt, and donned the thin, white cotton shirt, button down, square bottom with roll up sleeves.
"Stand."
He complied.
"Turn."
He did.
"Sit."
No problem.
Robin leaned over and put her mouth to his ear. "You are so fucking hot -- especially since I know what bathing suit that's barely covering your ass -- I could fuck you right here."
His cock pulsed and leaked.
"But, I think that would end the beginning of a lovely vacation."
He nodded and put his mouth close to her ear. "When can we fuck?" I want to inhale you Baby doll -- every inch of your sexy body."
Robin shivered; her cunt caught fire. In his new clothes, Chuck looked even hotter, but his words were lava, smoldering and slowly crawling through her mind and then her body.
"We need sun and surf and cocktails and when we're in the surf, we'll foreplay … a bit." She looked him straight in the eye. "Don't think for one second that it's not on my mind … I just didn't come to Mexico to stay in a hotel room and fuck all day, we can do that at home."
Chuck raised his new glasses and winked. "I hope so."
At the beach, they picked two lounges and stripped to their swimsuits. Just as they sat, Ariana appeared. From behind her rock-star sunglasses, Robin watcher her gaze hungrily at Chuck, admiring his cut body and bulging shorts. His easy manner made her weak-kneed -- and he was oblivious.
"So, a little something to wash down breakfast before we hit the surf?"
"Sounds good."
By the time they had unpacked sunscreen and books and an extra towel, Ariana returned.
"Senior," she said, and handed Chuck his beer and shot of tequila.
"Seniora," she placed a cup full of nuts and Robin's drink on the table between them.
Chuck smirked, "I think she's still Seniorita, unless she's not telling me something."
Robin felt the waitress' eyes running up and down her, assessing her thick thighs, broad, bare hips, and admirable bosom, ineptly covered by the tube top. She watched as Ariana who was obviously searching for rings, saw none, and looked bewildered.
Smirking, Robin grabbed her lustrous mane and d****d it so it covered the front of her shoulder and tickled her nipple. Every woman at the resort had only two thoughts: what was Adonis doing with a big girl, and, what was the big girl doing to Adonis that he only noticed her. Half the women wanted him, and the other half wanted to know her secret.
"Can I give you something else?"
"Uh, no, thank you." He smiled. "Later though, for sure."
Two big gulps and they hustled into the warm, sensual Caribbean water, each having admitted to the other that their swimwear needed a little rinse. They frolicked, grabbed, kissed, hugged, and tugged at each other's bathing suits. Walking along the water's edge, they splashed one another, smacked asses, and laughed like k**s. Back at their seats each edged the other as they took turns with the sunscreen. In quiet moments, each read a book and shared aloud when their something was funny, or sexy.
Ariana kept the drinks coming.
Well after noon Chuck said, "Baby doll, I'm hungry. I want something to eat and a siesta and a little something-something, if you know what I mean."
"Mm, yeah, food would be good. Siesta very good, and 'something-something' even better." She smirked. "One more time at the cabana, a quick bite, but tonight I want to wear actual clothes to the big dining room, okay?"
"Sure."
After draining their drinks, they packed: books, sunscreen, Chuck's shorts, and spare towels. Foggy from the sun, the booze, and lack of food, they made their way toward the paved path leading to food and rest.
At the junction of beach and walkway, they stopped to put on flip flops.
"Hey! Chuck! Robin!
They instantly recognized Anna's voice and turned.
"Hey!" Chuck smiled.
"Where have you two been hiding?"
"Under the umbrella."
"Wow, you look great," she gazed at Chuck, taking in the dapper hat, the suave aviators, the stylish unbuttoned shirt, and the European swim briefs. "I barely recognized you." She touched his arm. "How cool."
Robin knew Anna's hungry stare. Every woman but Laurie, she thought.
Over her shoulder she yelled, "Hey, come on Laurie!"
"Does the new look make you even more of a chick magnet?" Anna flicked an eyebrow.
"Nah, Robin thought it was time for an upgrade. I wasn't sure at first, until I got the whole package. At least now I fit in."
"Except you're carrying a six-pack where the other guys carry an extra 50 pounds, " Anna muttered.
Robin assessed her sister's friend. Nice, pretty face, good hair, not thin like Laurie, but definitely not big like her. No doubt, Anna knew Chuck was a catch, and she wondered how good a friend Anna really was -- good enough to not make a play for Chuck, even though Laurie acted like she was Cleopatra?
"I've been calling you, both." Laurie's voice was acidic.
"Left the phones in the room." His tone was vague. "Didn't want to get them stolen out here."
"We'll meet you back at the room at 4," Laurie said, "And we'll can switch."
"Sure," he said. "Whenever you're ready to move your stuff over."
"Me? You want ME to move?"
"Don't you think that Anna deserves the best room?""
"They're the same!"
"And why should Anna have to move? She's the one who brought us on vacation."
"No, Chuck, it's okay. I'll move," Anna said.
"No, it's not okay Anna, it's not right, and Laurie needs to learn a little appreciation."
"What is with you?"
"I'm tired Laurie. You treat everyone like shit, even Anna."
Her lips got small and became a thin straight line, she squinted. "You know what? Fuck you. I have no idea why you're so mean to me all of a sudden. If you're going to be such an asshole, you can sleep with my sister, again. Serves you right."
"As you wish," he replied.
Laurie stormed away, walking toward the water.
Anna looked at Chuck and shrugged.
Chuck and Robin continued toward the cabana.
Robin broke the silence. "I'm sorry."
"For what?"
"Screwing up your vacation."
He stopped, tugged her wrist, and twirled her around into his arms.
"Are you fucking k**ding me?"
"You don't look happy."
"Robin." He looked deep into her eyes.
Her throat tightened, bracing for whatever came next. Deep down, she knew, she knew that he would dump her. He could be with any woman he wanted, hell, even Ariana would take him home and screw him six ways to Sunday between shifts. Her mind roiled like rain clouds with dark thoughts -- every woman they had passed had leered and lusted.
"How can I look happy when I'm ecstatic?"
Time froze for her as the tried to process his words. Confused, she blinked, her expression blank.
"I'm having a great time. Relaxed, having fun, joking, going with the flow -- he put his lips to her ear, and Baby Doll, the sex is crazy hot."
Speechless, Robin shivered. His words tossed like salad. Replaying them very carefully … did he just say 'the sex is crazy hot' and did that mean that sex with her was better than with … Laurie?
He took her hand and strolled on the path.
She held on tighter, never wanting to let this -- whatever they were doing -- go. "This is the best vacation ever. We have to buy something for Anna for bringing us along."
"Yeah," she said. "You're right: we should," repeating 'we' on purpose.
"Let's be honest, the only elephant in the room is Laurie. Even on vacation she can't relax and not micromanage everyone. I don't want to have a blow-up and ruin the vacation. I don't want the drama and the shit. And I don't want to do what she wants, when she wants, and least of all how she wants. I want you." He pulled her close and kissed her behind her ear.
Her head tipped back, exposing her neck and throat where he placed multiple kisses.
Robin felt wet, again.
Wash, rinse, repeat.
Sliders at the cabana, drinks to go, and siesta.
They woke shortly before 4. While Robin made a pot of coffee, Chuck mixed pre-dinner cocktails from the mini bar. Naked on the balcony, they each downed a quick coffee and lingered over cocktails. He stared at her broad, smooth curves, mink-like hair, sexy eyes, and voluptuous lips. Like a hungry man eying a New York strip steak -- his mouth watered.
Finishing his drink, he sighed.
"What's the matter?"
"I want you," lust hung in his tone. "Now."
Robin smirked, tilted her glass, and eyeballed the contents. Half full. "I'm not quite ready," she hooked her left thigh over the arm of the chair, "but I'm open to a warm up."
Without hesitation, Chuck dropped to his knees and face-planted into her honey pot. She tasted sweet and slick. His flat tongue on her clit made her shiver, and, to tease, he moved his mouth away, kissing her inner thighs and licking the smooth groove where her legs joined her body. With his lips, he pecked all around the rectangle of her trimmed bush until she moaned. Her scent wafted as he brushed gently against her quim on his way down to the bottom of her round rump.
She was, he thought, scrumptious. Nibbling and licking, he heard Robin's deep, satisfied purr as she put her hand on his head and guided his face to her pink place.
She swung her other leg over the other arm of the chair, presenting herself.
Chuck toyed with her, kissing, then backing away to look into her pleading eyes. A few flicks of her clit, then a tongue-dive into her hot hole, he tasted her wetness.
"Someone," he mumbled from her cunt, "seems ready."
"Who might that be?"
"Let me think," he looked up, his mouth still engaged. "I'm thinking the lovely, voluptuous vixen whose clit I'm licking -- but I could be wrong," he teased.
"Stand up and put your cock in my mouth."
He complied, and his cock, sparkling with precum, bobbed in front of her face.
In full view of the rooms across the way, Robin went down on him.
Eyes closed, Chuck felt her breath and then her magic, velvet lips suck his cock-hole as she firmly grabbed his rod and stroked, her thumb rubbing against the underside to coax any reluctant juice onto her tongue.
Opening his eyes, he reached down and tenderly pulled her hair into a ponytail, and used it to rub his thighs -- right next to his balls.
Mouth full of cock, Robin still managed to snortle. Inventive, she thought.
Looking right, he watched their reflection in the glass door. Her boobs swung and bumped together as she bobbed on his rod. Perched on the edge of the chair, her smooth, broad behind stuck out. FHAT, he thought -- fucking hot and sexy.
Sucking deeply and slowly, she rotated her jerking hand while she tugged on his sack.
The alternative view intensified every sensation -- like watching his own porno movie in real time. Phone video flashed through his mind as his mouth watered for her sexy, meaty body. He wanted a grab, though not enough to stop a -- gulp -- awesome blowjob.
Looking to the left, the building across the pathway was about 20 yards away -- far enough that people across from one another mostly couldn't stare into rooms on the other side but near enough to maximize the use of the property -- and to clearly see opposing balconies. Three were occupied. A one younger couple with boat drinks and Hawaiian prints, a middle aged woman with a taut figure and sun-browned boobs, and an older couple, both gray-haired and sporting highball glasses.
All eyes were on Chuck -- and the top of Robin's head.
He moaned.
"I want you to fuck me." Her voice was husky with lust.
His mind was quick with kink. "Stand up, bend over and grab the rail.
Without question, she did. Her boobs hung low and bounced when she wiggled her ass for him. Eyes up, she noticed the folks across the way -- and froze. "There are people!"
"Then wave," he said casually.
Her eyebrows arched in shock.
"Seriously. We'll wave together. If they wave back, it's all cool."
Robin whimpered. Fuck it, she thought. You just need to own it, girl. And, with that, she stood up straight, enviable breasts jutting out, and shimmed her shoulders and waist, making every thing jiggle. Grabbing Chuck's hardon, she pulled him to her side -- she wasn't going to let him hide behind her.
"Well then," he leaned in and kissed the side of her neck.
In unison they smiled and waved to the neighbors.
All five quickly smiled and waved back.
"Okay, well then, as you were."
Robin resumed, grabbing the rail, meaty tits hanging.
Chuck squatted behind her, spread her thighs apart, and planted his mouth against her sweet musk. He moaned. Her taste was light and fresh and delicious -- and he attacked with fervor.
Already warmed up and fully aroused, her legs trembled, her shook, and her quim quivered.
Slurping, he reached between her legs and gently pinched her nipples.
She stiffened in surprise but then relaxed. "I thought you were going to fuck me."
His mouth still embedded between her thighs, she heard only a muffled reply.
In a flash he was standing behind her. His throbber at her gate. Grabbing her plush hips, he swiftly conquered her defensed and penetrated her fortress in search of her gems. An expert searcher, he found them on the second try, sending a shock wave through her queendom. He rippled time for her.
Her eyes went wide and suddenly shut tightly. It was all she could to do breathe and hold on to the rail -- everything else was a sensational blur. Until it came -- the beginning of the end. Her respiration was short and hacking. Her whole body was on fire with pleasure. A grunt, "Fuck me." Starting from deep within, a low moan. "Fuck me," her tone was urgent. He filled her to the brim of delight. Her hips synchronized with his thrusts.
No longer grinning, his "O" face began forming. Inside she was silky and slick with a firm grip around him, all the way in and back. The visual was stunning: her thick tresses splayed across her smooth back and over her shoulder, her round wide rump ripping under his hands -- he wanted her to cum hard. Putting his left thumb in his mouth, got a dollop of saliva, then pressed it against her brown bud.
A gargled grunting moan tripped from her lips.
With his right, he reached over her hip and under, grabbing a boob. He pulled the nipple and fondled her; he strummed her backdoor with his thumb; and fucked her hard and fast, then soft and slow.
Groaning, quietly at first, then, louder and faster, but she had no control. With every stroke, Chuck managed to hit that sweet spot. Her only coherent thought was: he has a perfectly shaped cock -- for me. All cognizance escaped her. Robin's body took over -- her mind gone. She was in the third person, hearing some crazy bitch howling with orgasm, and she vaguely wondered the source … until her whole shook and seized and her eyes popped open, gasping at the intensity. Every part of her flooded with deep, sexual release, and pleasure. She heard Chuck grunt, then felt his thick stream, once, twice, three times hard. Her pussy gripped his pulsing member. Every - single - move pushed her closer to another orgasm. When it hit, she barked as her knees began to buckle. White-knuckled on the rail, his firm grip on her hips kept her from crumpling to the deck. She let out soft grunts between short, sharp breaths as he withdrew.
Both gasping with face-breaking smiles, she stood, holding Chuck for support.
She scooped a gob of cum from the tip of his cock and put it in her mouth.
Not to be outdone, he reached for her pussy and got two fingers of cum.
Robin opened her mouth.
Chuck winked and, making a show of it, slowly licked his fingers for all to see.
Stunned, she could do or say nothing. Kinky fucker, she thought.
He grabbed her in a deep, sensual embrace, and kissed her slowly and passionately.
Emotions muddled, she bear-hugged him, raking at his back with honed nails.
They broke and stood side by side.
The audience stood and golf-clapped.
A wave to them, a quick for each other, and they went inside.
"That was so fucking great, Hon," she said, hoping that 'Hon' wasn't over the line, though, she reasoned, he does call me 'Baby doll.'
"Amazing," he replied. "Intense." He lay on the bed. "Totally fucking wild with those people watching."
Robin lay beside him, propped on one elbow, running her nails gently over his chest and belly, occasionally tweaking a nipple.
"Keep that up, and you're going to start something you'll need to finish."
His cock twitched.
She bit her bottom lip.
He grabbed her shoulder and pulled her half on to him, kissed her, and wrapped his arms around her.
Robin's hair slid down, creating a curtain behind which they stared, kissed mouths open, each hungry for the other.
Her free hand roamed to his happy trail and discovered fresh dew. She ran her fingers through his thick nether-hair and used her nails on his balls.
He gasped.
Still playing with his balls, she backed her face away from his. "I wonder," she whispered, leaving the thought hanging.
"What?" He searched for a clue in her smug expression.
"I wonder," she licked her bottom lip again and flipped the curtain of hair away. "Well, I wonder what it would be like to suck your balls."
Smiling he said, "Sounds great!"
"After."
"After?"
"After they've been shaved."
Vicky
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