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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
They showered together, unable to keep their hands to themselves. Chuck was fascinated and attracted to her luscious curves. He grabbed her from behind, wrapping his arms around her. Robin in turn put her arms up and behind his head. Grabbing his hair and tipping her head backwards, she brought his mouth to his in hungry, passionate kiss. Neither could get enough. Water streamed over them.
He rubbed her breasts, played with her nipples, and pressed his cock against her big, firm ass.
Pushing back, she ground her butt against him, working his thickening dick between her deep cheeks. She whispered in his ear, "Conditioner," then pushed back until he was pressed against the wall. "Put some in my crack."
His heart raced as he complied. It was his turn: flat against the wall he put his hands up and held the shower head.
Robin leaned forward, put her hands on her knees, and started grinding, side to side, up and down and all around. "What do you think of that, sexy."
He grunted and grabbed her hips. He wanted his throbbing dick in her velvet purse, but also wanted her to do what she wanted. Chuck thrust, his hips against her ass, his corn silk scrubbing her butt.
He climaxed, creaming her twin globes.
She rinsed their bathing suits and hung them in the bathroom.
"Baby Doll, I gotta sleep."
"Am I wearing you out?"
"Just think of it as a pit stop."
They closed the room darkening curtains and slipped between the cool, white sheets. She rolled to her left and Chuck spooned her from behind, his warm cock against her butt, his arm over her and tucked under her breasts. His slow, warm breath on the back of her neck. Her heart thudded in her chest. She had never expected, she hadn't thought he would really sleep with her. And yeah, okay, maybe sleep in the same bed, but she'd never dreamed of him wrapping himself around her and just sleeping.
Her phone alarm chimed.
Neither of them had moved.
Chuck kissed the back of her neck, gave her a squeeze, and lightly smacked her ass. "We have some daylight left. The beach should be pretty clear by now. We can lay in the sun and take a swim." He rolled out of bed naked.
"Sounds like a plan."
"But first," he reached into the minibar, "a refreshment." He looked up, do you want anything?"
"Rum and Coke."
"Coming up, but we'll have to make it a couple of quick ones if we want to take advantage of the sun."
"Mm."
He mixed her a double rum, single Coke, downed a nip of tequila, and snapped open a beer before pulling back the curtains. "Let's see what the weather's like." He opened the door and stepped out on the balcony. "Come on. It's even warmer than before."
The balcony enclosure was solid stucco, like the rest of the exterior and just about waist high, depending upon who was measuring. Checking the angles, Robin figured if they sat, no one would know for sure if they were naked. Standing though, the people in the building across the road would get quite a show and the best look of all when they entered and exited because of the 8 inch riser.
Embarrassed, but not wanting to shy from the implied dare, Robin chugged half her drink, and, also naked, stepped out. She put her arm around his waist and plastered her thick, fluid body against his taut, athletic one. What a fucking hunk, she thought. While she was a little nervous about being nude on the balcony, being with Chuck gave her confidence. Because, the thought, no matter what: if anyone saw her with him, or, rather, him with her, they'd know there was something smolderingly sexy about her … because he, obviously could have any girl.
They finished their drinks in silence and stepped back inside. Suddenly the cool dry air felt cold in contrast to the warm moist air outside.
"Bathing suits," he said. "Do you happen to have another one for me?"
With a wink, she dipped into her bag of tricks. "How about this?" She help up another basic, square trunk that was mostly bright white except for a colorful Gaudi mosaic in the middle of the front. She waited for his reaction.
"Nice," he nodded. I like the design." She tossed it on the unused queen bed.
"Let's see yours."
"Close your eyes while I put it on."
He snickered, put his hands on his hips, and complied.
She pulled out the her second new bikini: squares of teal, pink, and yellow overlapped. A broad swath in the center had no cloth, just lacing that pulled the two halves together leaving her skin bare from neck to navel. The matching tiny thong was nothing more than butt floss. Checking the mirror sideways, she looked bottomless.
Nervous, she held her breath; "Okay." While her white bathing suit had been, in her opinion, daring for a girl of her size, this bikini doubled down.
Chuck opened his eyes. His jaw dropped.
"What do you think?" Her voice was soft, her tone timid.
"Holy fucking sexy."
"You think?"
"Baby Doll," he paused, "you look so hot." He blinked. "I want to lock you in this room, strip you naked, and lick every inch of your body before I fuck you until I pass out."
Her pussy pulsed and her heart soared.
"Seriously," his cock twitched, "I mean it."
"I can tell."
"So?"
"Can you do it later, after the sun goes down? I want to hit the beach."
"I think you need sunscreen."
"You just want to rub my ass."
"And make the genie come out to fulfill my fantasies."
"I thought genies granted wishes."
Chuck winked. "That too."
His words left her breathless. "Beach, please?"
"Of course, though I need sunscreen."
"How about we forget that, I suck your sweet cock until you cum in my mouth, and then we rush to the beach."
"Deal," he replied enthusiastically.
Assessing the situation, Robin gauged his relative arousal and figured she could make him cum soon. But she wanted a guarantee. "Come here." Grabbing a towel from the bed, she took his hand and lead him naked onto the balcony. "Stand here." She pointed to the riser at the back of the balcony, next to the sliding door. The balcony wall would be too low to obscure more than his thighs. "Arms up."
Eyebrows up with surprise, his cock bounced with excitement. A large dewdrop oozed from his tip then slowly strung a spider's silk rope before it hit the floor.
A snort and a smirk and she said, "I think you like this dirty boy."
"I … ."
"Shhh. I'm talking." She took a step back and to the side. "Consider this: you're out here naked and hard. Anyone across the way can see you and I think that makes you horny. Now, I'll tell you what's gonna happen and then you'll just nod. Agreed?"
Rod aching, he nodded. His heart was pounding
"I'm going to get on my knees in front of you." She tossed the towel on the deck. "I'm gonna put the head in my mouth. With one hand I'm going stroke you and play with your balls. With the other, I'm gonna grab your ass. I might even tickle your asshole."
He inhaled audibly.
"Or I might scratch your ass and thighs." She looked him in the eye. "So they match your back." Robin licked her lips. Judging by his taut nipples and the leaking hard-on, her description had had the desired effect. Keeping her word, she knelt, took his shaft in one hand, and his plum in her mouth.
He pulsed.
Sucking and licking, Robin was nine strokes into her prior narrative when she felt his body stiffen and his balls contract.
He hissed and grunted and let out a strangled gargle then a thick jet of cum shot into her throat.
Chugging, she prepared for the next, breathing in between spurts. As she continued stroking, Robin was impressed with both the volume and velocity of his spunk. He was down to a dribble, but she grasped him more firmly around the base and kept stroking. More importantly, she put her lips just over the head of his cock creating a good seal, then tongue-tickled his jizz hole, sucking like he had Pina Colada in his balls.
Chuck sputtered and gasped and snorted. For the moment, he was drained, but she sucked like he was holding back. His thighs burned; he panted heavily. Grabbing the balcony light fixture, he steadied himself then looked down.
Robin's sly, smoldering, smirk greeted him.
Glancing across to the next building, he saw two couples and a woman on three different terraces engaged in their show.
She sucked harder.
"Holy fuck woman! What are you trying to do?"
One last lick then she took him out of her mouth. "I wanted to make sure you didn't stain your new bathing suit." She stood, turned, and saw the audience. "Waive to the nice people," she said.
They did, and with smiles, before going back into their room.
She flipped him his new swim shorts. "Beach. Now," she said playfully.
On their way to the beach, they stopped at the snack bar for chicken quesadillas and drinks. They didn't linger because the beach bar closed at 5, and they would have just enough time to order doubles and soak in the late day sun.
When they reached the beach, there were plenty of good lounges abandoned for the call of dinner. Robin claimed two under a palm leaf umbrella while Chuck ordered drinks.
When he returned empty-handed, she gave him a puzzled look.
"I ordered two rounds for each of us, so they said they would bring them over."
Chuck took off his shirt, hat, and flip flops and was left standing in the colored crotch, square-cut trunks.
Robin's heart thudded: she was intimate with what lay beneath the bathing suit and his skin: his raw passion and gentle touch. Thoughts of the way he caressed every part of her body made her damp, again. She shed her coverup, hung it on a peg under the canopy. The warm sea breeze touched her near-naked body all over.
A waitress dressed, in all white, came with a tray of drinks and a plastic cup full of nuts. Her nut brown skin and doe eyes made her bright smile whiter. The fitted uniform made obvious her nice figure: proportional, and sized halfway between Robin and her sister.
Jealousy pinched.
"Have you just arrived," the waitress asked as she expertly placed the drinks on their table. "I haven't seen you at the beach yet."
"Just this afternoon," he looked over the top of his sunglasses, "but I bet you've been here before." He winked and pointed at her playfully, and flashed a genuine, albeit alcohol induced, smile.
Fuck, thought Robin, anyone would want to talk with him.
The waitress' smile broadened; her eyes became flirty.
"By the way," he said standing and offering his hand, "my name is Chuck." As they shook hands, Chuck took the opportunity to press some cash into her palm.
He looked at her nametag. "You're Ariana?"
"Si."
"Baby Doll," he looked at Robin, "meet Ariana." Looking back at the waitress, he said, "Ariana, meet Robin."
The girls smiled and waved to each other.
Inside, Robin melted again; he had called her Baby Doll -- in front of someone.
"We're here for the week and we hope to see you tomorrow."
Eyes alight, Ariana grinned and nodded.
Robin could see hunger waitress' eyes as looked him up and down. Nevertheless, she raised her drink. "Nice to meet you."
"You too, she replied, then she turned, and walked back to the cabana, swinging her hips all the way.
Robin rolled her eyes with pleasure. Four hours -- five accounting for time change -- and she was in heaven. Hot guy drooling over her, a pretty waitress ready to serve, and Chuck calling her Babydoll before introducing her, as if they were -- together. A couple of long gulps and they stood.
Robin smacked his ass, arousing him.
With a wicked grin he smacked each large butt-cheek once.
Looking over her shoulder, she arched an eyebrow and gave him a long slow wink.
Chuck's dick bulged surprised at how much he was aroused by her whack on his butt. He grabbed her hand and stepped quickly toward the warm, gem-colored Caribbean. Within moments, they were splashing and swimming in the soft surf, tackling and teasing one another with whispers and pinches and semi-discrete grabs.
Back at their chairs, they dried, drank, and lay on their backs in the late-day sun.
He looked over at Robin. Damn, he thought, what a woman. He stared at her big breasts, her flat belly, and her juicy hips . His cock twitched thinking about sinking his teeth, tongue, and cock into her.
Warm sun, booze, fun, and about to drift off, Chuck's phone rang.
"Fuck," he muttered. "Yes," he answered, his tone annoyed.
Robin heard Laurie's indistinct chatter.
"No, I'm sorry. It doesn't work that way," Chuck said, his voice firm.
Pause.
"No Laurie, you're not listening. You pissed me right the fuck off, getting bitchy over a 30 minute wait."
Pause.
"No, don't get me wrong, I'm grateful to be here, but I'll be fucked if I spend my vacation being told what to do and when to do it."
Pause.
"No, again, you're not listening. This is not third grade and you don't get 'take backs.' You told me to sleep with your sister. And you know what? You're right. We need a night apart. You sleep with Anna and I'll sleep with Robin."
Smiling broadly, her face about split apart. Tipping her head, her hat dipped low to cover her face from Chuck before she took two long sips from her drink. He'd said it again, but this time used her name. Her heart pounded.
When the staff came to collect the lounge chairs and empty the trash, they dressed: Chuck putting on his shirt and hat, Robin her lacy cover-up. He followed her across the beach watching only her butt bounce and rumble and salivated. He grabbed her ass.
Startled, she yipped and turned.
Chuck wrapped his arms around her and kissed her passionately.
Relaxing, she molded his body to his, grabbed him by the hair and pulled his hungry mouth tighter to hers. His hands roamed: back, thighs, ass, neck, boobs, hair, pussy.
Breathless, Robin's chest thudded, she kept kissing.
He kept returning and caressing her nonstop.
Inhibitions forgotten, she reached down his swim shorts and stroked his throbbing, wet tip. "Mm." Removing her hand, she licked her finger and went back for more. She circled her finger around the head.
Chuck groaned. "We should get a room."
She bit her lip. Her steamy expression reflected how her whole body felt. "We have one," she whispered.
"But can we make it?"
"We have to -- it's barely dusk."
"Okay then, let's."
They stopped at a food and drink cabana, got a drink, downed a slider, and played grab-ass the whole time.
Finishing her drink, Robin leaned over and whispered. "I need you to lick me, lap my pussy, and tickle my clit. I want," she paused and put her wet tongue in his ear, "you to make me cum with your mouth."
His dick thickened and pulsed, certain he was leaking and his precum creating a sticky spot. And he didn't care. He didn't know anyone here, so they could think what they wanted. "Okay, I'm gonna go down on you. I'll put my face between luscious thighs and grab your big, beautiful ass and tease you to orgasm.
Robin inhaled sharply.
"On one condition."
"Anything," she said and then wondered if she'd replied too quickly.
"Naked on the balcony."
"Yes!"
"And then," he whispered, his cock throbbing, "you'll have your way with me. I want you to ride my cock and ride my face."
A shiver rippled through her body. "Mm, that, my dear, can be arranged." She slipped her hand under the table and grabbed his balls until his eyes widened. "I think," she batted her eyes, "we need to hurry back to the room before we make a public mess of ourselves."
"Agreed, and," he narrowed his eyes, "who knows what surprises the night might bring."
Their door had barely closed when Chuck backed her up against it, and kissed her while stripping off her what little she wore.
Robin matched his passion and eagerness. Naked, she stripped him too then scooped their bathing suits from the floor.
Wolf-like, Chuck stared at her big, beautiful butt sway back and forth as she walked on her toes across the chilled tile floor.
She dropped their swimwear in the sink and ran warm water -- to soak out the cum spots. Turning, she stepped into the doorway, raised her arms and grasped each side of the frame. Angling her hips, she covered her left knee with her right, giving Chuck the voluptuous, 40s, pin-up girl look. A slow wink and a sultry expression, she grinned as she watched as her Adonis' dick drip a long, thick strand of man-dew. Not wanting to waste a drop, Robin crossed the room, wiped the sparking drops on her finger and sucked them off. "You said something about naked on the balcony." Grabbing his erection, she lead him out the door, and sat in the chair, legs spread.
"Sorry, Baby Doll, that's not what I meant. I'm gonna sit with my back against the outer wall. You're gonna need to hang your lovely ass over the edge while I mouth fuck your pussy."
Robin gasped, grinned, and assumed the position described.
Sitting on a towel, Chuck grabbed her hands and noshed her quim like a starving man. When her thighs quaked around his face, he slipped down, pulled her forward, and lead her into their bed, where, he positioned her over his face so he could continue.
Grabbing the headboard, she came, dribbling her juices on his mouth and chin. He wrapped his arms around her thick haunches and pulled her quivering quim to his mouth.
She barked, orgasming again.
He kept going, lapping whatever she had to give, enjoying every moment of having her thick, sexy body on top of his face.
Two more waves of orgasm shuttered through her before her legs gave out and she had to lie down.
"Good?"
"Amazing," she replied.
"And the night is young."
"Holy fuck."
"Mm -- interesting choice of words. Because I was thinking … I want you to ride my cock -- cowgirl or reverse … your option, either I grab your ass or tits."
"Drink please, I need a little break."
"Sure Baby Doll."
Chuck rolled off the bed like a Judo blackbelt and went to the minibar. After mixing her a double rum and Coke, and getting a beer for himself, he lead her onto the terrace where they sat, naked, and drank.
"So what do you think about riding me?"
Her thighs ached. "Maybe in a bit. I have to admit, you've got me close to worn out."
"Seriously?"
"Fuck, Chuck, are you serious? You've had me on the edge of orgasm since before we got on the plane."
"So what, 16 hours? You're young. You've had me on edge since the day in the family room -- actually before that."
A long swig of her drink and she looked straight at him. "You're like a guy who hasn't had sex in months."
"Maybe I haven't."
Her eyes went wide, her brows raised. "Seriously? I thought you were fucking the shit out of Laurie."
"Ha! She's way to into Laurie to be bothered."
"Wow, huh, and all this time I thought she was getting it as much as she wanted to."
"Maybe she is -- getting as much as she wants -- which seems to be nothing as far as I can tell." Chuck took a long swig of his beer. "But, Baby Doll, I have admit, you have so much more going on than she does. And maybe," he took a drink, "I'm lucky guy to discover that."
In the darkness and mixed with the glow of the outdoor light, Robin blushed from head to toe. What she just heard from her sister's boyfriend was: Laurie was self so self-absorbed she barely had time for sex AND that Laurie's hunky "boyfriend" thought she was a hot, fucking sex machine.
"Wait, what do you mean, 'before?'"
Scrunching his face and looking at the stars, "Look," he said, he turned and gazed into her eyes. "I'll be totally honest Robin, I mean, bare my soul and hope to god you're not going to laugh. I mean I don't think you will, but I'm taking a chance here." He stood, naked, walked back into the room
In her wildest dreams, she couldn't have imagined hearing the words that had just passed his lips. Swallowing hard, she gulped her drink, the cold soothing the lump in her throat and calming her nerves.
Returning with a fresh beer, he noticed her empty cup. "Oh, sorry, I didn't even ask." Placing his beer on the table, he went back inside and made her another.
Buzzed, but naked and aroused, she stared at his swinging dick as he came out and placed a fresh cocktail on the table in front of her.
"I'll be honest, at the risk of being foolish." Chuck took a long swig. "And I've never spilled my guts to anyone, no guy and no girl, but I'm having a hell of a fucking time right now. Best day ever -- tropical paradise, food and booze all paid for, and a hot chick who's delicious and sexy and wants me -- I think. Seriously, I'm a horny guy, but you, Robin," he reached forward and put his hand firmly on her thick thigh, "take me to levels and places and thoughts I've never had." He sat back, waiting for some reaction.
Jaw dropped; her brain froze; emotions and words tangled like lovers' bedsheets -- no beginning and no end. Breathing, she stood, straddled him, pulled his naked body close to hers, and kissed him deeply while she collected her thoughts. "You, my dear, have no, literally, no idea how much your words are better than gold." she pressed forward, his face between her breasts. "There is no woman, no real woman, on Earth that doesn’t want to have that kind of singular lust focused on her." Robin kissed his forehead. "And, my dear, that includes me, especially me, because, honestly, I've wanted you since the first day I laid eyes on you."
"Why?"
Simple question, complicated answer.
She got off his lap and took a long draw on her fresh drink. "You want to know?"
"Yeah."
"First, you’re hot and handsome."
"You think so?"
Mother of fucking pearl, she thought. "You don't know?"
"I guess. I mean, I suppose I'm pretty easy on the eyes."
Robin blinked and stared. She hesitated to tell him the truth: 80% of the women at the resort, married, attached or otherwise would, if, given half the opportunity, would take him to bed. She opted to stick with the current conversation. "And, what really impressed me is the way you treat my sister," bitch that she is, she thought. "No matter what, you've been patient and forgiving." And now it was her turn. Robin took a deep breath, and a draught of Dutch courage. No doubt she was tipsy. Leaning forward, aware that her breasts were hanging low and that Chuck was staring -- which was good, because she wasn't sure she could look him in the eye while confessing.
"Chuck?"
"Yeah?"
"You make me wet. Seriously. The thought of you -- makes me want to do things I've never thought of."
"Like?"
"Fuck. You want me to say them?"
"It would help me understand." His face and tone were so innocent.
She sighed, deeply. "Drink."
"Why?"
"I want you a little drunk so that if you remember what I say I can deny it."
"Why?"
"Because I'm opening my heart to you -- and I'm not a beautiful girl -- and I don't think I could stand some massive rejection."
"Are you fucking k**ding me? Have you listened to a word I've said? Did you hear the part where I said: you give me thoughts I've never had before."
"Like?"
He took a drink. "Like," he put his hands to his chest, "I desire to pleasure you. What’s great is, no matter how much I eat you, you’re always there, ready to be eaten again -- I can't ever finish. I want to make you wet and horny for me. Best love song ever: 'I want you to want me'."
Mind foggy and swirling, her body felt like gelatin.
Stalemate. Each wanted to tell the other about their deepest, kinkiest desires, but neither one wanted to out-kink the other and to appear too decadent.
"Okay," Chuck said. "Another round for plausible deniability."
"Agreed."
Robin looked into the night as he fixed another round.
"Okay," he handed her a fresh drink. "Who goes first?"
"You."
"Okay." He looked her in the eye. "Baseline: you know, already, that I think you're fucking hot and sexy. I love to grab your ass and make you moan with my tongue -- wherever you want it."
"Baseline: you know I think you're hot and your cum is delicious and your cock hits all the right places."
"Still baseline," he replied, "you know I like you -- I enjoy being with you -- and I love the way you … your touch, your words, how arouse me so quickly, and how I salivate when I look at your sexy bod."
The heat between her thighs radiated. What he said made her limp and compliant. Any sexual act involving just the two of them was inbounds. She knew she was putty. So sweet, delicious, sexy, and willing, Robin thought she would melt into a puddle on the balcony. "Okay," she said despite her spinning head, "non-baseline: anyway you want me, you can take me."
"Non-baseline," he replied, "whatever you want, between us," he pointed back and forth, "anything, no matter how kinky or crazy, I'll try at least once."
After a deep breath, she leaned forward and kissed him passionately. "Deal. And back at you."
Both breathing heavily, Robin ventured to ask, "And Laurie?"
He chuckled. "All I need to do is continue to piss her off. And then we need to avoid her."
Fuck, fuck, fuck she thought. Was he the real deal? Would he be the same after Mexico? She didn't want to think about it. Why ruin today worrying about tomorrow?
"I wonder if she thinks we're really sleeping together."
"I don't think it ever crossed her mind." Robin sipped her drink. "I wonder if she's drunk and is off fucking some guy."
"The thought never crossed my mind."
"Ha!" Her eyes snapped open. "Why?"
Chuck drank, shrugged, and looked into the night. "Dunno, maybe I just don't care that much."
Like laundry in the drier, the same thoughts tumbled in her head: when was he going to go back to Laurie and perfect bikini figure? When was he going to break her heart? Should she be the one to break it off before she was devastated?
Migrating inside, where, compared to the outside it was dry and chilly, they crawled under the covers together. Robin rolled to her left, and he followed, his semi-hardon pressing against her bodacious butt.
She wiggled, grabbed her upper butt and pushed back to get his dick snugly between her cheeks.
Ten minutes later, they were asleep.
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
They showered together, unable to keep their hands to themselves. Chuck was fascinated and attracted to her luscious curves. He grabbed her from behind, wrapping his arms around her. Robin in turn put her arms up and behind his head. Grabbing his hair and tipping her head backwards, she brought his mouth to his in hungry, passionate kiss. Neither could get enough. Water streamed over them.
He rubbed her breasts, played with her nipples, and pressed his cock against her big, firm ass.
Pushing back, she ground her butt against him, working his thickening dick between her deep cheeks. She whispered in his ear, "Conditioner," then pushed back until he was pressed against the wall. "Put some in my crack."
His heart raced as he complied. It was his turn: flat against the wall he put his hands up and held the shower head.
Robin leaned forward, put her hands on her knees, and started grinding, side to side, up and down and all around. "What do you think of that, sexy."
He grunted and grabbed her hips. He wanted his throbbing dick in her velvet purse, but also wanted her to do what she wanted. Chuck thrust, his hips against her ass, his corn silk scrubbing her butt.
He climaxed, creaming her twin globes.
She rinsed their bathing suits and hung them in the bathroom.
"Baby Doll, I gotta sleep."
"Am I wearing you out?"
"Just think of it as a pit stop."
They closed the room darkening curtains and slipped between the cool, white sheets. She rolled to her left and Chuck spooned her from behind, his warm cock against her butt, his arm over her and tucked under her breasts. His slow, warm breath on the back of her neck. Her heart thudded in her chest. She had never expected, she hadn't thought he would really sleep with her. And yeah, okay, maybe sleep in the same bed, but she'd never dreamed of him wrapping himself around her and just sleeping.
Her phone alarm chimed.
Neither of them had moved.
Chuck kissed the back of her neck, gave her a squeeze, and lightly smacked her ass. "We have some daylight left. The beach should be pretty clear by now. We can lay in the sun and take a swim." He rolled out of bed naked.
"Sounds like a plan."
"But first," he reached into the minibar, "a refreshment." He looked up, do you want anything?"
"Rum and Coke."
"Coming up, but we'll have to make it a couple of quick ones if we want to take advantage of the sun."
"Mm."
He mixed her a double rum, single Coke, downed a nip of tequila, and snapped open a beer before pulling back the curtains. "Let's see what the weather's like." He opened the door and stepped out on the balcony. "Come on. It's even warmer than before."
The balcony enclosure was solid stucco, like the rest of the exterior and just about waist high, depending upon who was measuring. Checking the angles, Robin figured if they sat, no one would know for sure if they were naked. Standing though, the people in the building across the road would get quite a show and the best look of all when they entered and exited because of the 8 inch riser.
Embarrassed, but not wanting to shy from the implied dare, Robin chugged half her drink, and, also naked, stepped out. She put her arm around his waist and plastered her thick, fluid body against his taut, athletic one. What a fucking hunk, she thought. While she was a little nervous about being nude on the balcony, being with Chuck gave her confidence. Because, the thought, no matter what: if anyone saw her with him, or, rather, him with her, they'd know there was something smolderingly sexy about her … because he, obviously could have any girl.
They finished their drinks in silence and stepped back inside. Suddenly the cool dry air felt cold in contrast to the warm moist air outside.
"Bathing suits," he said. "Do you happen to have another one for me?"
With a wink, she dipped into her bag of tricks. "How about this?" She help up another basic, square trunk that was mostly bright white except for a colorful Gaudi mosaic in the middle of the front. She waited for his reaction.
"Nice," he nodded. I like the design." She tossed it on the unused queen bed.
"Let's see yours."
"Close your eyes while I put it on."
He snickered, put his hands on his hips, and complied.
She pulled out the her second new bikini: squares of teal, pink, and yellow overlapped. A broad swath in the center had no cloth, just lacing that pulled the two halves together leaving her skin bare from neck to navel. The matching tiny thong was nothing more than butt floss. Checking the mirror sideways, she looked bottomless.
Nervous, she held her breath; "Okay." While her white bathing suit had been, in her opinion, daring for a girl of her size, this bikini doubled down.
Chuck opened his eyes. His jaw dropped.
"What do you think?" Her voice was soft, her tone timid.
"Holy fucking sexy."
"You think?"
"Baby Doll," he paused, "you look so hot." He blinked. "I want to lock you in this room, strip you naked, and lick every inch of your body before I fuck you until I pass out."
Her pussy pulsed and her heart soared.
"Seriously," his cock twitched, "I mean it."
"I can tell."
"So?"
"Can you do it later, after the sun goes down? I want to hit the beach."
"I think you need sunscreen."
"You just want to rub my ass."
"And make the genie come out to fulfill my fantasies."
"I thought genies granted wishes."
Chuck winked. "That too."
His words left her breathless. "Beach, please?"
"Of course, though I need sunscreen."
"How about we forget that, I suck your sweet cock until you cum in my mouth, and then we rush to the beach."
"Deal," he replied enthusiastically.
Assessing the situation, Robin gauged his relative arousal and figured she could make him cum soon. But she wanted a guarantee. "Come here." Grabbing a towel from the bed, she took his hand and lead him naked onto the balcony. "Stand here." She pointed to the riser at the back of the balcony, next to the sliding door. The balcony wall would be too low to obscure more than his thighs. "Arms up."
Eyebrows up with surprise, his cock bounced with excitement. A large dewdrop oozed from his tip then slowly strung a spider's silk rope before it hit the floor.
A snort and a smirk and she said, "I think you like this dirty boy."
"I … ."
"Shhh. I'm talking." She took a step back and to the side. "Consider this: you're out here naked and hard. Anyone across the way can see you and I think that makes you horny. Now, I'll tell you what's gonna happen and then you'll just nod. Agreed?"
Rod aching, he nodded. His heart was pounding
"I'm going to get on my knees in front of you." She tossed the towel on the deck. "I'm gonna put the head in my mouth. With one hand I'm going stroke you and play with your balls. With the other, I'm gonna grab your ass. I might even tickle your asshole."
He inhaled audibly.
"Or I might scratch your ass and thighs." She looked him in the eye. "So they match your back." Robin licked her lips. Judging by his taut nipples and the leaking hard-on, her description had had the desired effect. Keeping her word, she knelt, took his shaft in one hand, and his plum in her mouth.
He pulsed.
Sucking and licking, Robin was nine strokes into her prior narrative when she felt his body stiffen and his balls contract.
He hissed and grunted and let out a strangled gargle then a thick jet of cum shot into her throat.
Chugging, she prepared for the next, breathing in between spurts. As she continued stroking, Robin was impressed with both the volume and velocity of his spunk. He was down to a dribble, but she grasped him more firmly around the base and kept stroking. More importantly, she put her lips just over the head of his cock creating a good seal, then tongue-tickled his jizz hole, sucking like he had Pina Colada in his balls.
Chuck sputtered and gasped and snorted. For the moment, he was drained, but she sucked like he was holding back. His thighs burned; he panted heavily. Grabbing the balcony light fixture, he steadied himself then looked down.
Robin's sly, smoldering, smirk greeted him.
Glancing across to the next building, he saw two couples and a woman on three different terraces engaged in their show.
She sucked harder.
"Holy fuck woman! What are you trying to do?"
One last lick then she took him out of her mouth. "I wanted to make sure you didn't stain your new bathing suit." She stood, turned, and saw the audience. "Waive to the nice people," she said.
They did, and with smiles, before going back into their room.
She flipped him his new swim shorts. "Beach. Now," she said playfully.
On their way to the beach, they stopped at the snack bar for chicken quesadillas and drinks. They didn't linger because the beach bar closed at 5, and they would have just enough time to order doubles and soak in the late day sun.
When they reached the beach, there were plenty of good lounges abandoned for the call of dinner. Robin claimed two under a palm leaf umbrella while Chuck ordered drinks.
When he returned empty-handed, she gave him a puzzled look.
"I ordered two rounds for each of us, so they said they would bring them over."
Chuck took off his shirt, hat, and flip flops and was left standing in the colored crotch, square-cut trunks.
Robin's heart thudded: she was intimate with what lay beneath the bathing suit and his skin: his raw passion and gentle touch. Thoughts of the way he caressed every part of her body made her damp, again. She shed her coverup, hung it on a peg under the canopy. The warm sea breeze touched her near-naked body all over.
A waitress dressed, in all white, came with a tray of drinks and a plastic cup full of nuts. Her nut brown skin and doe eyes made her bright smile whiter. The fitted uniform made obvious her nice figure: proportional, and sized halfway between Robin and her sister.
Jealousy pinched.
"Have you just arrived," the waitress asked as she expertly placed the drinks on their table. "I haven't seen you at the beach yet."
"Just this afternoon," he looked over the top of his sunglasses, "but I bet you've been here before." He winked and pointed at her playfully, and flashed a genuine, albeit alcohol induced, smile.
Fuck, thought Robin, anyone would want to talk with him.
The waitress' smile broadened; her eyes became flirty.
"By the way," he said standing and offering his hand, "my name is Chuck." As they shook hands, Chuck took the opportunity to press some cash into her palm.
He looked at her nametag. "You're Ariana?"
"Si."
"Baby Doll," he looked at Robin, "meet Ariana." Looking back at the waitress, he said, "Ariana, meet Robin."
The girls smiled and waved to each other.
Inside, Robin melted again; he had called her Baby Doll -- in front of someone.
"We're here for the week and we hope to see you tomorrow."
Eyes alight, Ariana grinned and nodded.
Robin could see hunger waitress' eyes as looked him up and down. Nevertheless, she raised her drink. "Nice to meet you."
"You too, she replied, then she turned, and walked back to the cabana, swinging her hips all the way.
Robin rolled her eyes with pleasure. Four hours -- five accounting for time change -- and she was in heaven. Hot guy drooling over her, a pretty waitress ready to serve, and Chuck calling her Babydoll before introducing her, as if they were -- together. A couple of long gulps and they stood.
Robin smacked his ass, arousing him.
With a wicked grin he smacked each large butt-cheek once.
Looking over her shoulder, she arched an eyebrow and gave him a long slow wink.
Chuck's dick bulged surprised at how much he was aroused by her whack on his butt. He grabbed her hand and stepped quickly toward the warm, gem-colored Caribbean. Within moments, they were splashing and swimming in the soft surf, tackling and teasing one another with whispers and pinches and semi-discrete grabs.
Back at their chairs, they dried, drank, and lay on their backs in the late-day sun.
He looked over at Robin. Damn, he thought, what a woman. He stared at her big breasts, her flat belly, and her juicy hips . His cock twitched thinking about sinking his teeth, tongue, and cock into her.
Warm sun, booze, fun, and about to drift off, Chuck's phone rang.
"Fuck," he muttered. "Yes," he answered, his tone annoyed.
Robin heard Laurie's indistinct chatter.
"No, I'm sorry. It doesn't work that way," Chuck said, his voice firm.
Pause.
"No Laurie, you're not listening. You pissed me right the fuck off, getting bitchy over a 30 minute wait."
Pause.
"No, don't get me wrong, I'm grateful to be here, but I'll be fucked if I spend my vacation being told what to do and when to do it."
Pause.
"No, again, you're not listening. This is not third grade and you don't get 'take backs.' You told me to sleep with your sister. And you know what? You're right. We need a night apart. You sleep with Anna and I'll sleep with Robin."
Smiling broadly, her face about split apart. Tipping her head, her hat dipped low to cover her face from Chuck before she took two long sips from her drink. He'd said it again, but this time used her name. Her heart pounded.
When the staff came to collect the lounge chairs and empty the trash, they dressed: Chuck putting on his shirt and hat, Robin her lacy cover-up. He followed her across the beach watching only her butt bounce and rumble and salivated. He grabbed her ass.
Startled, she yipped and turned.
Chuck wrapped his arms around her and kissed her passionately.
Relaxing, she molded his body to his, grabbed him by the hair and pulled his hungry mouth tighter to hers. His hands roamed: back, thighs, ass, neck, boobs, hair, pussy.
Breathless, Robin's chest thudded, she kept kissing.
He kept returning and caressing her nonstop.
Inhibitions forgotten, she reached down his swim shorts and stroked his throbbing, wet tip. "Mm." Removing her hand, she licked her finger and went back for more. She circled her finger around the head.
Chuck groaned. "We should get a room."
She bit her lip. Her steamy expression reflected how her whole body felt. "We have one," she whispered.
"But can we make it?"
"We have to -- it's barely dusk."
"Okay then, let's."
They stopped at a food and drink cabana, got a drink, downed a slider, and played grab-ass the whole time.
Finishing her drink, Robin leaned over and whispered. "I need you to lick me, lap my pussy, and tickle my clit. I want," she paused and put her wet tongue in his ear, "you to make me cum with your mouth."
His dick thickened and pulsed, certain he was leaking and his precum creating a sticky spot. And he didn't care. He didn't know anyone here, so they could think what they wanted. "Okay, I'm gonna go down on you. I'll put my face between luscious thighs and grab your big, beautiful ass and tease you to orgasm.
Robin inhaled sharply.
"On one condition."
"Anything," she said and then wondered if she'd replied too quickly.
"Naked on the balcony."
"Yes!"
"And then," he whispered, his cock throbbing, "you'll have your way with me. I want you to ride my cock and ride my face."
A shiver rippled through her body. "Mm, that, my dear, can be arranged." She slipped her hand under the table and grabbed his balls until his eyes widened. "I think," she batted her eyes, "we need to hurry back to the room before we make a public mess of ourselves."
"Agreed, and," he narrowed his eyes, "who knows what surprises the night might bring."
Their door had barely closed when Chuck backed her up against it, and kissed her while stripping off her what little she wore.
Robin matched his passion and eagerness. Naked, she stripped him too then scooped their bathing suits from the floor.
Wolf-like, Chuck stared at her big, beautiful butt sway back and forth as she walked on her toes across the chilled tile floor.
She dropped their swimwear in the sink and ran warm water -- to soak out the cum spots. Turning, she stepped into the doorway, raised her arms and grasped each side of the frame. Angling her hips, she covered her left knee with her right, giving Chuck the voluptuous, 40s, pin-up girl look. A slow wink and a sultry expression, she grinned as she watched as her Adonis' dick drip a long, thick strand of man-dew. Not wanting to waste a drop, Robin crossed the room, wiped the sparking drops on her finger and sucked them off. "You said something about naked on the balcony." Grabbing his erection, she lead him out the door, and sat in the chair, legs spread.
"Sorry, Baby Doll, that's not what I meant. I'm gonna sit with my back against the outer wall. You're gonna need to hang your lovely ass over the edge while I mouth fuck your pussy."
Robin gasped, grinned, and assumed the position described.
Sitting on a towel, Chuck grabbed her hands and noshed her quim like a starving man. When her thighs quaked around his face, he slipped down, pulled her forward, and lead her into their bed, where, he positioned her over his face so he could continue.
Grabbing the headboard, she came, dribbling her juices on his mouth and chin. He wrapped his arms around her thick haunches and pulled her quivering quim to his mouth.
She barked, orgasming again.
He kept going, lapping whatever she had to give, enjoying every moment of having her thick, sexy body on top of his face.
Two more waves of orgasm shuttered through her before her legs gave out and she had to lie down.
"Good?"
"Amazing," she replied.
"And the night is young."
"Holy fuck."
"Mm -- interesting choice of words. Because I was thinking … I want you to ride my cock -- cowgirl or reverse … your option, either I grab your ass or tits."
"Drink please, I need a little break."
"Sure Baby Doll."
Chuck rolled off the bed like a Judo blackbelt and went to the minibar. After mixing her a double rum and Coke, and getting a beer for himself, he lead her onto the terrace where they sat, naked, and drank.
"So what do you think about riding me?"
Her thighs ached. "Maybe in a bit. I have to admit, you've got me close to worn out."
"Seriously?"
"Fuck, Chuck, are you serious? You've had me on the edge of orgasm since before we got on the plane."
"So what, 16 hours? You're young. You've had me on edge since the day in the family room -- actually before that."
A long swig of her drink and she looked straight at him. "You're like a guy who hasn't had sex in months."
"Maybe I haven't."
Her eyes went wide, her brows raised. "Seriously? I thought you were fucking the shit out of Laurie."
"Ha! She's way to into Laurie to be bothered."
"Wow, huh, and all this time I thought she was getting it as much as she wanted to."
"Maybe she is -- getting as much as she wants -- which seems to be nothing as far as I can tell." Chuck took a long swig of his beer. "But, Baby Doll, I have admit, you have so much more going on than she does. And maybe," he took a drink, "I'm lucky guy to discover that."
In the darkness and mixed with the glow of the outdoor light, Robin blushed from head to toe. What she just heard from her sister's boyfriend was: Laurie was self so self-absorbed she barely had time for sex AND that Laurie's hunky "boyfriend" thought she was a hot, fucking sex machine.
"Wait, what do you mean, 'before?'"
Scrunching his face and looking at the stars, "Look," he said, he turned and gazed into her eyes. "I'll be totally honest Robin, I mean, bare my soul and hope to god you're not going to laugh. I mean I don't think you will, but I'm taking a chance here." He stood, naked, walked back into the room
In her wildest dreams, she couldn't have imagined hearing the words that had just passed his lips. Swallowing hard, she gulped her drink, the cold soothing the lump in her throat and calming her nerves.
Returning with a fresh beer, he noticed her empty cup. "Oh, sorry, I didn't even ask." Placing his beer on the table, he went back inside and made her another.
Buzzed, but naked and aroused, she stared at his swinging dick as he came out and placed a fresh cocktail on the table in front of her.
"I'll be honest, at the risk of being foolish." Chuck took a long swig. "And I've never spilled my guts to anyone, no guy and no girl, but I'm having a hell of a fucking time right now. Best day ever -- tropical paradise, food and booze all paid for, and a hot chick who's delicious and sexy and wants me -- I think. Seriously, I'm a horny guy, but you, Robin," he reached forward and put his hand firmly on her thick thigh, "take me to levels and places and thoughts I've never had." He sat back, waiting for some reaction.
Jaw dropped; her brain froze; emotions and words tangled like lovers' bedsheets -- no beginning and no end. Breathing, she stood, straddled him, pulled his naked body close to hers, and kissed him deeply while she collected her thoughts. "You, my dear, have no, literally, no idea how much your words are better than gold." she pressed forward, his face between her breasts. "There is no woman, no real woman, on Earth that doesn’t want to have that kind of singular lust focused on her." Robin kissed his forehead. "And, my dear, that includes me, especially me, because, honestly, I've wanted you since the first day I laid eyes on you."
"Why?"
Simple question, complicated answer.
She got off his lap and took a long draw on her fresh drink. "You want to know?"
"Yeah."
"First, you’re hot and handsome."
"You think so?"
Mother of fucking pearl, she thought. "You don't know?"
"I guess. I mean, I suppose I'm pretty easy on the eyes."
Robin blinked and stared. She hesitated to tell him the truth: 80% of the women at the resort, married, attached or otherwise would, if, given half the opportunity, would take him to bed. She opted to stick with the current conversation. "And, what really impressed me is the way you treat my sister," bitch that she is, she thought. "No matter what, you've been patient and forgiving." And now it was her turn. Robin took a deep breath, and a draught of Dutch courage. No doubt she was tipsy. Leaning forward, aware that her breasts were hanging low and that Chuck was staring -- which was good, because she wasn't sure she could look him in the eye while confessing.
"Chuck?"
"Yeah?"
"You make me wet. Seriously. The thought of you -- makes me want to do things I've never thought of."
"Like?"
"Fuck. You want me to say them?"
"It would help me understand." His face and tone were so innocent.
She sighed, deeply. "Drink."
"Why?"
"I want you a little drunk so that if you remember what I say I can deny it."
"Why?"
"Because I'm opening my heart to you -- and I'm not a beautiful girl -- and I don't think I could stand some massive rejection."
"Are you fucking k**ding me? Have you listened to a word I've said? Did you hear the part where I said: you give me thoughts I've never had before."
"Like?"
He took a drink. "Like," he put his hands to his chest, "I desire to pleasure you. What’s great is, no matter how much I eat you, you’re always there, ready to be eaten again -- I can't ever finish. I want to make you wet and horny for me. Best love song ever: 'I want you to want me'."
Mind foggy and swirling, her body felt like gelatin.
Stalemate. Each wanted to tell the other about their deepest, kinkiest desires, but neither one wanted to out-kink the other and to appear too decadent.
"Okay," Chuck said. "Another round for plausible deniability."
"Agreed."
Robin looked into the night as he fixed another round.
"Okay," he handed her a fresh drink. "Who goes first?"
"You."
"Okay." He looked her in the eye. "Baseline: you know, already, that I think you're fucking hot and sexy. I love to grab your ass and make you moan with my tongue -- wherever you want it."
"Baseline: you know I think you're hot and your cum is delicious and your cock hits all the right places."
"Still baseline," he replied, "you know I like you -- I enjoy being with you -- and I love the way you … your touch, your words, how arouse me so quickly, and how I salivate when I look at your sexy bod."
The heat between her thighs radiated. What he said made her limp and compliant. Any sexual act involving just the two of them was inbounds. She knew she was putty. So sweet, delicious, sexy, and willing, Robin thought she would melt into a puddle on the balcony. "Okay," she said despite her spinning head, "non-baseline: anyway you want me, you can take me."
"Non-baseline," he replied, "whatever you want, between us," he pointed back and forth, "anything, no matter how kinky or crazy, I'll try at least once."
After a deep breath, she leaned forward and kissed him passionately. "Deal. And back at you."
Both breathing heavily, Robin ventured to ask, "And Laurie?"
He chuckled. "All I need to do is continue to piss her off. And then we need to avoid her."
Fuck, fuck, fuck she thought. Was he the real deal? Would he be the same after Mexico? She didn't want to think about it. Why ruin today worrying about tomorrow?
"I wonder if she thinks we're really sleeping together."
"I don't think it ever crossed her mind." Robin sipped her drink. "I wonder if she's drunk and is off fucking some guy."
"The thought never crossed my mind."
"Ha!" Her eyes snapped open. "Why?"
Chuck drank, shrugged, and looked into the night. "Dunno, maybe I just don't care that much."
Like laundry in the drier, the same thoughts tumbled in her head: when was he going to go back to Laurie and perfect bikini figure? When was he going to break her heart? Should she be the one to break it off before she was devastated?
Migrating inside, where, compared to the outside it was dry and chilly, they crawled under the covers together. Robin rolled to her left, and he followed, his semi-hardon pressing against her bodacious butt.
She wiggled, grabbed her upper butt and pushed back to get his dick snugly between her cheeks.
Ten minutes later, they were asleep.
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