FOLLOW UP – I [F] gave my “friend’s” boyfriend [M] a handjob on an airplane.

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I [F] gave my "friend’s" boyfriend [M] a handjob on an airplane. from gonewildstories

So after the whole flight handjob ordeal, we landed in the Dominican Republic (DR) very early in the morning (close to 3am). It was still dark outside. Upon our arrival at the resort, we all found our respective rooms (which we’re all in the same hallway) and crashed/slept until about 11am. We then got ourselves together and all met up for breakfast.

DAY 1:

At breakfast, we all sat together and had a regular group conversation, discussing our plans for the day. Throughout our conversations, I noticed that Terrence wasn’t making eye any contact with me, nor did he speak to me directly. I soon realized that Terrence was trying to ignore me by averting ALL eye contact and avoiding any direct conversation. This didn’t necessarily bother me, but I found it slightly immature that he had to/chose to employ this tactic to either separate himself from me, or remain composed around me. In my opinion, it would have been more respectable if he had been able to keep his cool and talk to me as if the “flight massage” wasn’t a big deal. However, I recognize that it may be nerve-racking for him to be around me with his GF there, and I would rather not “spook him” by continuing to assertively raise the sexual tension between us, as that could lead to him getting even more scared, causing him to confess to Shannon. So I decided not to tease him any further, and just back off and enjoy my time in the DR. As the day went on, things between Terrence and I continued as they were. It wasn’t until later that night once everyone had started drinking, that he loosened up, was making small talk with me, and I once again caught his eyes exploring my body. I didn’t escalate the situation, I just made sure he knew that I was checking him out too.

Day 2:

On the second day, we once again went to breakfast as a group. The guys discussed how they were going to go on an ATV (four-wheeler bikes) excursion for the day, and the ladies (including myself, Kara, and Shannon) talked about our plans to lounge around the resort and go to the beach. The guys and girls went their separate ways for the day. When the guys returned from their excursion around 6PM, they showered and joined us for drinks (myself and the rest of the girls had been drinking all day). As the night lingered on (around 9:30PM), the guys mentioned that they were gonna go to the beach later that night, since they had not yet taken advantage of the warm ocean water. Shannon replied “I’m actually pretty burnt out from all the sun I got today. Plus I already showered, so I don’t wanna get all sandy again. I’ll just hang back and maybe take a walk around the resort.” Kara said she would join the night-time beach group, but she wasn’t interest in swimming, just star gazing. I decided I would join them as well. The group going to the beach included myself, Terrence, Kara, 1 other girl, and 2 other guys. The six of us decided to get changed, and meet to leave for the beach in 30 minutes. I went to my room and purposely but on my most revealing (some may call it the “sluttiest”) bikini that I own.

DAY 2 – BEACH NIGHT:

The small group walked to the beach with a 40 of rum, passing it to one another as we walked. We we’re already quite drunk from the all-inclusive drinks at the resort, but the guys had also purchased a handle of local rum during their excursion. We got to the beach and all sat down and began to chat. After about 15 minutes, I exclaimed “I dunno about you guys, but I’m going to go enjoy the ocean.” At that moment, I removed my tank top while I was sitting down. I then stood up, purposely walk directly in front of where Terrence was sitting, and I slowly bent over while slowly removing my tight skirt, revealing my skimpy bikini (this bikini is actually closer to a G-string thong, rather than an actual bathing suit). I looked back and slyly smirked at him, he returned the look. After that, I knew I could have him that night, if I wanted him. It didn’t take long for him and some others to join me in the water.
While 5 of us (everyone but Kara) were standing about shoulder high in the fairly calm water, still passing around the 40 of rum, I made sure to brush against Terrence as much as possible. On multiple occasions, I gently grazed my ass against his crotch area. I got more daring when someone pointed something out amongst the stars. As everyone was looking up at the sky, I was looking Terrence directly in the eyes as I continuously ran my right index finger along the inside of the waistband of his bathing suit, slightly tickling his waistline. I could tell that this was driving him crazy, and although I hadn’t touched his package yet that night, I knew that he was hard for me. The water was quite dark and the beach was very dimly lit, so I was confident that no one had caught my teasing towards Terrence.

Over the next 30 minutes, people started to exit the water until only myself, Terrence, and Sasha (the other girl) remained in the water. Sasha then said “Okay guys, I’m gonna go underwater to soak my hair one last time, then I’m gonna go lay down on the beach.” As Sasha submerged herself underwater, I turned towards Terrence and whispered “I know that your cock is hard for me again, you can’t hide it from me.” He replied “I’m not hiding anything”, I said “good”, then I finally undid his swimming trunks and held his cock in my hand, and began slowly jerking him. As Sasha returned to the surface of the water she struck up another dull conversation with us. To help ensure that Sasha wouldn’t suspect anything between Terrence and I, tried to maximize the distance between myself and Terrence, while still jerking him beneath the surface. I stood with my back facing Terrence, now with his cock in the palm of my hand in a reverse grip, while gently squeezing and playing with the head of his cock. We all (i.e. me, Terrence, and Sasha) stood in a circle and continued to chat for another 10 minutes. Throughout the course of the conversation, I never once stopped jerking Terrence. In fact, I intensified and quickened my strokes while Terrence was talking, and I could tell that he was having trouble holding conversation with Sasha and I. He did his best to remain quiet. Sandra finally said “okay, I’m going to get out now”, and she turned away and started to walk towards the shore. When she said that, Terrence’s face lit up! He look at me with a relieved smile, and I could tell that he was happy that Sasha had finally left us alone. Although I wanted him inside me right there and then, I thought to myself: “this would be a good opportunity to really test his resolve, and fuck with his mind a little bit lol.” As Sandra was a now a fair distance away from us, I pulled Terrence closer to me by his cock until his face was next to mine. I then starred at his face and started to jerk the head of his dick vigorously, with a slight twisting motion. I looked him in the eyes while biting my lip and making my best “puppy dog eyes” at him and I said “yeah, I think im going to get out of the water too….” and I started to walk towards the shore. The look on his face was priceless! He didn’t say anything, but I could tell that the build u, and the let down had really disappointed him. I walked out of the water and left him there, knowing he couldn’t immediately follow me to the shore, as he now had a massive erection that would be completely obvious to the rest of the group sitting on the beach. He joined us on the beach about 10 minutes later, and he was looking at me constantly and smiling at me. We eventually made our way back to the resort as a group, with Terrence and I lagging about 15ft behind the rest of the group. Terrence and I pretty much just made small talk, while also engaging in a group conversation with others who walked in front of us. We entered the resort and we were almost back at our respective rooms. As the other turned the final corner that led to our hallway, Terrence grabbed my wrist very sternly. My body jolted back as my momentum was abruptly halted before I was able to turn the corner with the rest of the group. He then grabbed me by the waist and pushed me against the wall. He then grabbed my hands and pinned them above my head against the wall. While firmly held me in place, he whispered in my ear “You better be careful, if you keep trying to tease me like you did at the beach, I’m going to have to fuck your little brains out.” At that moment, I nearly melted. I could feel myself instantly getting wet. I needed him inside of me. He then released his grip from my tiny wrists and calmly turned the corner to proceed to into his room.

After that night, I knew It was going to be a fun trip.
The next morning at breakfast there were mentions of how loud Shannon was while Terrence and her were fucking after we had all returned from the beach last night (apparently, she was screaming quite loudly). Friends in the group had the room beside Terrence and Shannon, with an adjoin door. I like to think that I inspired his performance that night. Shannon can thank me later ;).

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