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Mountain Getaway, Part 2: Midnight Visitor free porn video
The restaurant at the resort was romantic and rustic, providing a picturesque view of the mountain. Matt and Lucy were seated at a table bordered on one side by floor-to-ceiling windows with a view of the snow-covered mountain, trees lining the slopes, framed by a full moon and starlit night sky. On the other side of the table was a fireplace full of logs warming the restaurant balcony.
Dinner was intimate. Lucy had sea bass accompanied by asparagus and a bed of orzo, while Matt had a venison filet accompanied by potatoes and green beans with almonds. They shared a bottle of wine. Matt and Lucy smiled, talked, and enjoyed good food, good drink and one another’s company. It was so relaxing and refreshing to get away with one another. Suffice to say they were entranced with one another’s company.
When the waiter came to ask whether they wanted dessert, Matt and Lucy hesitated for a moment, unsure whether to enjoy this atmosphere a bit longer or to return to the villa for an intimate dessert in front of the fireplace. The waiter left a dessert menu for them to mull over, and as they did so, Lucy spied Paul dining at the bar. As if feeling her glance, Paul looked up, and they smiled at one another and waved. Matt noticed the shared greeting and looked over at Paul and nodded.
“He seems like a nice guy,” Matt said.
Still looking over toward Paul, Lucy nodded. “I feel bad for him,” she replied. “It must have been hard to come alone after his girlfriend left. It’s hard for me to understand why she would have left such a good guy.”
“Maybe he has a small penis,” Matt joked.
Lucy slipped her slender foot out of her boot under the table, and pressed her sole along Matt’s thigh, into his lap, and then pressed her toes against him. “Unlike you,” she said, grinning mischievously, feeling Matt swell against her touch.
”Let’s send him a drink,” Matt suggested.
“Great idea,” Lucy replied. When the waiter came, they decided to share a salted caramel creme brûlée, and Lucy ordered Paul the restaurant’s finest bourbon.
“If nothing else,” Lucy told Matt, “that will warm him on this cold winter night.”
“Not exactly how you’ll warm me,” Matt answered, “but it’s a nice gesture.”
As the waiter delivered their dessert order, the bartender across the room handed Paul the bourbon and told him the drink was from the lady on the balcony.
Paul looked up, and they smiled at one another, Paul offering a nod of thanks.
Lucy continued to rub Matt’s now-swollen cock beneath the table with her foot as they finished the bottle of wine and enjoyed the decadently delicious dessert. Soon after, Matt paid their bill, stood and re-arranged himself, took Lucy’s hand, and said, “Now for some real dessert.”
As they strolled out of the restaurant, Paul was also finishing his dinner. As Matt and Lucy passed by, Paul thanked them for the drink, shook Matt’s hand and took Lucy’s hand in his, thanking her as well. “Perhaps tomorrow I can return the favor.”
“We’d like that,” Matt replied.
“That’s very neighborly of you, neighbor,” Lucy added, reluctantly withdrawing her hand from Paul’s. His hands were strong, but soft. She felt herself shivering at his touch and hoping, for his sake, that he did not have the small penis Matt had playfully suggested.
They left the restaurant together, Paul bidding them goodnight at the door to his villa, just steps from theirs.
When they entered their own villa, Matt and Lucy paused inside the door to embrace, their lips pressed together and tongues briefly greeting before stepping out of their boots and hanging their coats.
Lucy retreated to the bedroom to change out of her dress while Matt tended to the fire. Matt sat at the couch and poured them each a drink, and was enjoying the way the fire warmed the room when Lucy emerged from the bedroom. She looked gorgeous in a short, sheer, satin and lace teddy that rested just along the curve of her hips and barely covered the rounded curves of her buttocks. The shape of her breasts was apparent and enticing.
“Wow,” was all Matt could muster, and Lucy glowed at his reaction.
“Should I close the blinds?” he asked.
Typically shy, Lucy nearly said yes before, feeling sexy and emboldened, she said, “That’s up to you, Matt.”
“The only person who could possibly see is Paul,” Matt responded. “And for some reason, I think you might like that.”
“Maybe,” Lucy answered, “but I think Paul is already in bed and dreaming.”
“Probably about you,” Matt teased.
“Would that bother you?” Lucy asked.
“Not at all,” Matt answered. “You are a sexy woman. Why shouldn’t he? Does it bother you?”
Strangely, Lucy thought to herself, it did not.
As they sat and enjoyed the fire, their drinks, and the coziness of the villa amongst the landscape outside blanketed with snow, Lucy asked, “Did you like what I was doing to you at the restaurant?”
“With your feet?” Matt asked.
“Yes,” Lucy answered.
“That was extremely sexy,” Matt replied.
“I want to do it some more,” Lucy said.
“Stroke me with your feet?” Matt queried.
“Yes,” Lucy answered, and she crawled over to him, unfastened his jeans, and pulled them off his hips, along with his boxer-briefs, and left Matt naked from the waist down.
Lucy sat sideways on the couch, and slowly slid her toes along Matt’s penis, from his balls up, and he began to swell. Matt watched Lucy’s feet, and then her eyes, as her arches formed a pocket around his shaft and began to stroke.
Matt was quickly fully rigid, and Lucy’s toes and feet began a sensual and erotic dance over and around his cock, Matt’s hips instinctively responding.
“Take off your teddy, baby,” Matt said. “I want you completely bare before my eyes.”
It felt strangely erotic to hear those words, almost a command. Lucy’s fingers went to the bottom of the teddy, and pulled it over her head, tossing it to the floor, her breasts silhouetted in the firelight. She reached with her fingers to replace her feet, wanting — no, needing — to feel Matt’s heat at her fingertips. As she began to slowly stroke Matt’s shaft, Lucy caught movement in her peripheral vision.
She glanced out the window and saw, reflected in dim backlight from the kitchen of his villa, Paul standing near his window. The full moon upside reflected off Paul’s front. Lucy’s fingers froze for a moment on Matt’s shaft as she strained her eyes to see if Paul’s gaze was returning hers. Instinctively, Lucy placed her arm over her breasts, as if to cover up, when she made eye contact with Paul.
For a lingering moment, time stopped.
Still looking toward the window, Lucy gasped to Matt, “He doesn’t.”
Matt opened his eyes, having closed them as Lucy was stroking his penis, and asked, “Who doesn’t? Doesn’t what?”
“Paul,” Lucy answered. “Doesn’t have a small penis.”
As their eyes adjusted to the lighting conditions, the silhouette of Paul’s cock was clear through the window. Although Matt’s cock, about seven inches in length, was good-sized and above average, Paul’s looked clearly larger.
Lucy gasped, and then blushed. All three of them froze, as if embarrassed and unsure of what to do.
“Should we stop?” Lucy asked, still frozen, still looking out the window.
“I don’t really want to,” Matt answered. “Do you?”
“No,” Lucy answered. “I can’t believe it, but I don’t.”
“Looks like he’s very hard for you,” Matt continued.
“Yes ...” Lucy trailed off, reaching back to Matt’s cock and stroking again, all the while looking directly at Paul.
As if encouraged, and maybe even granted permission, by Lucy’s response, Paul resumed slowly stroking his cock, the moonlight reflecting on his body after a cloud passed. He was an impressive specimen, standing in a robe that opened to reveal his chest, taut stomach muscles, and impressive cock.
Slowly Lucy stroked Matt, and Paul stroked in unison.
“Do you want to show him what you can do with your mouth?” Matt asked, surprising both of them at the suggestion. This was new, bold territory, but in the anonymous auspices of their mountain getaway, it seemed safe.
“Yes,” Lucy answered, knowing that as she turned, Paul would have a view of her ass and her hanging breasts. She looked sideways at Paul as she slid her tongue along Matt’s shaft and moved her lips over the glistening head of his straining cock. Paul’s hand seemed to move faster as his eyes devoured the profile of Lucy’s naked body.
Lucy gasped, as if she could feel Paul fucking her with his eyes, and it made her feel sexy and react hungrily. She closed her eyes and took Matt into her mouth, caressing his balls with her fingertips as her lips encircled his shaft and stroked him. She moaned when she suctioned back upward on Matt’s dick, turned her eyes to see Paul’s reaction, and he was gone.
She felt somehow slightly disappointed but hoped that he had either cum or was cumming now to thoughts of her naked flesh. “He’s gone,” she said in a whisper, stroking Matt again as she peeled off his sweater, kissed her way up his chest, and their mouths locked tight.
Matt kissed her hard, their lips mashed together and tongues gliding over one another, before pulling back, kissing along her neck, and whispering against her ear, “I’m sure we’ll see him again.” His fingers slipped between her legs and parted her warm, swollen lips, caressing her into another gasp.
“You hope so, don’t you?” Matt asked, as his fingertip caressed Lucy’s clit.
It was all Lucy could do to gasp, “Yesssssss” as Matt’s fingers worked magic upon her and warmth flooded her body and mind.
“You want more of him?” Matt asked, and Lucy could only nod in the affirmative when Matt’s finger penetrated, curled inside her and probed, her body rocking against his touch.
“Do you?” Matt repeated, his eyes locked intensely on hers.
“You want me to say it,” Lucy gasped back, her gaze equally intense, and slightly challenging.
“Yes,” Matt spat out, curtly.
“Yes, Matt,” Lucy answered, Matt’s fingers deftly fucking her. “I want to see more of his very-much-not-small penis.”
Lucy’s body shuddered when she heard a knock at the door.
She looked at Matt, her eyes a mixture of fear and excitement. “Do you think ...” she trailed off.
“Answer the door, babe,” Matt answered.
“But we don’t know who ...” she stammered.
“Who else could it be?” Matt asked.
A surge rushed over Lucy’s body. Oh my god, she thought to herself. Could I really do this?
“Besides, if for some reason it’s not him, who cares? We’re on vacation.”
Lucy stood, on wobbly legs, uncertain, her mind racing. The only thing she was sure of was that she desperately hoped and feared Paul was on the other side of the door.
“Hurry, babe,” Matt encouraged. “It’s cold out there.”
Lucy felt like she was having an out-of-body experience, watching herself walk, naked, to the villa door and opening it as if in some surreal slow-motion replay of someone else’s life.
Reality came rushing back to her when it was, indeed, Paul, and he stepped through the doorway, wearing just a long coat over his robe and some boots he had stepped into.
Time stood still again. Matt sat upon the couch, naked, his dick resting against his abdomen. Lucy stood naked before Paul, who stood there in his coat, robe and boots.
“I’m sorry,” Paul finally managed. “I couldn’t help ...” and this time it was Paul who trailed off.
Lucy didn’t want him to feel bad and didn’t want him to leave. But she felt frozen, unsure of what to do.
Matt came to the rescue, the first to regain control in the frozen moment. “Be a good hostess, babe. Make our guest feel welcome.”
Rushing back into her own body, Lucy helped Paul out of his coat, pulled his robe off his shoulders and stood aghast at his glorious cock pointed at her.
Lucy took Paul’s hand, led him over to the couch, and sat him near Matt, standing naked before him.
“I don’t know ...” she trailed off, “... what to do.”
“Do what you want to do,” Matt offered.
As if freed from a spell, Lucy reacted naturally, climbing onto the couch to straddle Paul and kissing him hard. Paul reacted naturally, too, wrapping his arms around Lucy’s naked flesh, and caressing her body as their mouths settled into an erotic dance. Lucy’s breath shortened as her nipples dragged against Paul’s chest.
She felt his beautiful cock between their bodies, and she slid her sweet, bare pussy against it, grinding against him. Both moaned, and Lucy leaned over Paul’s mouth, offering her breasts to him. As Paul’s lips complied, forcing around Lucy’s taut, tender nipples, Lucy leaned to kiss Matt. Her fingernails dragged along his chest and down to his cock, and she began stroking Matt as their tongues lashed together while Paul’s lips drew Lucy’s pert nipples into his mouth. Lucy’s senses were overloaded as her pussy slid along Paul’s rigid shaft.
She pulled away from Matt’s kiss, returned her mouth to Paul’s, and kissed him deeply and intensely, all the while holding onto Matt’s cock in her fingers. She kissed her way down Paul’s chin, along his chest, slunk down in front of him, sank to her knees, kissed along his hips, and took his cock into her mouth. She was on fire. He was so fucking hard. So big. So thick. So hot. She gave Matt another stroke before pulling her fingers away and using her hands and mouth in unison on Paul’s cock. She could smell the powerful scent of his manhood. His arousal. His primal hunger. And she responded with animal instinct.
She took his balls into her mouth, one at a time, watching the pleasure on Paul’s face as her fingers wrapped around his shaft and her thumb wiped the moisture leaking from his tip.
”Oh god,” Paul gasped, and his reaction drove Lucy’s hunger.
She swiped her tongue over that moisture leaking from his tip, intoxicated by his powerful desire for her. Lucy climbed back up over Paul’s strong, naked body, kissing her way back upward, kissed him hard, and moved her lips to his ear.
“Fuck me, Paul,” she panted, rocking her hips against him.
“Are you sure?” he gasped.
“FUCK me, Paul” Lucy repeated. And she needed to say no further. Reaching between them, Paul guided his cock to her opening, and Lucy sunk down over him. Lucy’s head tossed back, and the firelight painted shadows of their naked bodies against the walls of the villa. Lucy leaned to kiss Matt again as her hips rose and sank, her pussy gripping and stroking Paul’s throbbing cock. Paul responded in turn, sliding his strong hands alongside Lucy’s hips, and holding her as his hips thrust. As he sat up, and she leaned into him, glorious friction against her clit sent waves of pleasure over her body.
She broke the kiss with Matt to slide her fingers through Paul’s hair, kiss him hard, and rock against him. Her clit pulsed, her pussy gripped, and his hot cock thrust. The light of the flames licked their bodies and symbolically lit them aflame.
Animal instincts took over, and moans of pleasure filled the cavernous room.
“Your cock,” Lucy gasped and bucked against him.
“So good ...” she panted.
“Your pussy,” Paul answered.
“Heaven ... “ he panted.
“You looked ...” he panted, “so incredible ...” he thrust, “on your knees ...” Her pussy contracted around him. “I couldn’t help ...”
She kissed him again, somehow harder, their fingers roaming over one another’s bodies.
“On ...” Thrust. “...my knees?” she panted.
“Yes,” he answered, plucking her nipple with his mouth as her body lunged against him.
She pressed her lips to his ear. She felt so damned sexy. Sexier than she had ever allowed herself to feel or be before. “You want me like that?” she panted in his ear. “On my knees?” Her pussy throbbed on his cock just from her asking.
In response, Paul lifted her off of him, with impressive strength, and placed her on her knees alongside the couch.
He moved behind her, and in one moment, thrust with incredible power. Her world exploded as his cock burned inside of her. She couldn’t see. She was nearly driven from her knees to her belly from the force, power and heat. She reached up to hold onto Matt’s cock as he sat alongside them on the couch. Holding onto him as if to maintain connection and avoid spiraling off the spinning earth.
Paul fucked her as if he knew instinctively how she needed it. His body moved with purpose. Lucy became aware that the slapping sounds were his hips smacking her buttocks, which rippled with each thrust. She groaned and grunted as he took her. Oh yes. He was taking her. And her fingers pumped Matt’s dick in rhythm.
The next moments were a blur. Lucy bucked back to meet Paul’s powerful thrusts, and the sensations spiraled into a crescendo deep in her belly. The dam inside her poised to burst as Paul’s rhythmic thrusts drove her to the edge.
The blurred spell broke yet again when Paul grunted, “Lucy!”
“Yes!” she answered.
“LUCY!” he repeated, driving all the way inside her and holding still.
“YES!” she shouted, their exclamations reverberating through the room.
"I'm ... going ...." he said, panting, as he thrust, "to cum!"
With those words, and the deep thrusts, the dam inside Lucy burst. Waves of orgasm flooded her body, and her hand pumped Matt's cock all the way to the base, holding him tight and still. Paul drove his cock deep into her core, and her pussy contracted around him, waves continuing to rock her body and mind, as he erupted deep inside.
Deep, repeated bursts of Paul’s semen flooded her womb, and Matt's sperm, at the same time, leapt from the tip of his cock and leaked down to her hand.
Each spurt by Paul seemed to instigate another mini-orgasm, and Lucy rocked back into him and held onto Matt, as diminishing aftershocks worked their way over and through her body, until she collapsed.
Paul scooped Lucy's spent, naked body up, and placed her on the couch alongside Matt. He leaned to thank them both and whispered in Lucy's ear, "You were — no, you are — amazing."
Lucy kissed Matt, and then pulled Paul close for a kiss, too.
"I guess I'll be going," Paul said. "See you tomorrow?"
Lucy took Paul's hand, pulled him back to her, slid her fingers through his hair, and kissed him.
"No," she said, looking into his eyes. She kissed him again. "Stay ..."
Lucy looked over at Matt, whose smile was encouraging and reassuring.
They all looked at one another, Paul sat on the couch, and they each finished a drink before retiring to the bedroom for well-earned rest, Lucy's bare, spent body between these two wonderful men.
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