Did a cruise once. A girl at the bar was getting harassed by a guy that couldn’t take the hint that she wasn’t interested. She kept looking over at me so I walked over and said “It’s time to go, are you coming?” and she said “Yes”. Then she followed me all the way back to my room without even asking where we were going.
Pam was all legs and pink lipsticked mouth and arse hanging out of her short shorts. I wanted to touch and harass her as much as any guy on that ship. As soon as we were inside my room that’s exactly what I did. I grabbed her by the waist, hard, and pulled her against me. My hands under the scarce denim at the back of her shorts, the heat of her arse in my palms. She squealed like she wasn’t expecting it but she didn’t back away. Her body was amazing, smooth thighs, small waist, massive tits, deep blue eyes just like the ocean at night.
Pam laughed, loud. “Not shy, huh?”
“We only live once.” Fuck, my heart was pounding in my ears.
Her pink lipstick was a little smeared from the drinks but I didn’t care. I just wanted her mouth. I kissed her, hard, and she bit my bottom lip like she wanted to rip it off and keep it.
I was so fucking wet by now, it was almost embarrassing. She ground on me, turning to rub her hip and arse against my clit. I swear to god I almost came from that alone.
My breath was ragged, hot and heavy. “You’re fucking unreal,” I told her. I bit at her bare shoulder, tasted suntan lotion and sweat and maybe a little tequila. Pam laughed again, grinding backwards on me.
I got my hand into the front of her tiny shorts from behind and found her cunt. Wet. Already soaked. There was no way she wasn’t dripping down her thighs right now. I curled two fingers in and she made this moan and bucked hard into my hand and hooked her arm around my neck to hold herself up.
My fingers were getting soaked, just absolutely mess-level wet. I starting rubbing in circles and she was humping my hand like she was about to break my wrist.
I tried to get her shorts down but she wouldn’t stop moving. I pressed her up against the little desk in the corner and yanked her shorts down finally, and her arse was perfect, just flawless, big and round and with a firmness I could feel every time I rubbed my cunt into it.
I got my fingers back in and started rubbing again, then instead of rubbing, pulling forward with my fingers fast and rough, like I was trying to pull them all the way through her as if she were tissue paper.
Pam was going crazy on my fingers, grinding back on them so hard that I thought she was gonna snap them off. She was moaning, this messy, sweaty, desperate sound, and every time my palm hit her clit she just went even wilder.
“Jesus. Fuck. Like that,” she was gasping, voice all breathless and hitching.
She shook and bucked so much I had to hold her up, her cunt squeezing my fingers so hard I thought I was gonna leave them inside her. She was dripping all over my hand. I was dripping all over her thigh. I was so fucking horny I could barely see straight.
“Don’t stop,” Pam begged, actually whined it, like she was seconds from crying if I took my hand away. “Please, don’t, fuck, fuck, fuck, don’t stop.”
Her legs started to give out so I slammed her forward against the desk again, bent her over so I could see her pink arsehole twitching above her dripping cunt and slid my fingers in and out, fast, rough, the way I like, while my other hand worked her clit.
She clawed at the wood. “Oh fuck, oh fuck” and it didn’t take her long to cum.
She screamed into the fake wood of the desk, arse flexing and pushing back into me as a fountain squirted from her pulsing cunt, I still remember that squeezing, insane death grip on my fingers and the heat and wetness pouring out of her, soaking me, my clothes and the carpet under her slutty heels.
