The next day, I pretended to be surprised as Chris recounted his night with Imani. While he talked, the images flashed in my mind, and inwardly laughed whenever his story deviated from my recollection.
He certainly lasted longer and made her cum more times in his story. I assumed that his recollection meant that Imani never told him I was there, or hadn’t actually seen me. I wondered whether a moment alone with her would clarify.
Chris and I split for lunches with our families, and I was wandering around trying to find him again, when I stumbled across Imani in a hallway.
“Hey, you look lost without your other half.”
I laughed. “I am lost though.”
“Well you found me at least.” She batted her eyelashes at me, flirtatiously.
“And yet, we are both actually looking for Chris.”
“Oh please. Were you staying to watch Chris or me last night? I wouldn’t blame you if it were Chris, he’s definitely hot.”
I flushed “You did see me then?”
“Of course, I did. I got so turned on knowing you were watching. Your gaze made me cum more than Chris did.”
Imani was pretty cavalier saying all this. I looked around hastily, but the hall was empty. “Yea, I enjoyed the show.” I admitted, sheepish. “Pretty jealous that you chose Chris.”
“I chose him last night, but I knew you both wanted to fuck me. Do you want your turn now?”
“Yea. Where? When?”
“My room is right down the hall and my family is on the deck.” She grabbed my hand and led me down the hall to her room.
“It’s time for you to get a closer look.” Imani was wearing a bikini top and jean shorts, which she promptly stepped out of. A moment later, her top rose above her head and fell to the floor. Her perky boobs spilled out, invitingly. I reached out, one hand cupping a breast and the other grabbed her ass and pulled Imani to me.
Her body felt soft and sexy in my hands, her full lips soft and wet against my own.
“Feels better than it looks right?”
I nodded. “I loved knowing you were watching, so I tried to put on a show. How did I do?”
“You looked fucking amazing. I can’t get the images of you throwing it back last night.” Again, the image of taking a pounding from behind played across my mind.
“I’m glad you liked it. I wasn’t sure it was actually my best considering the crappy pool chairs and uncomfortable ground. I’ll be able to really pull out my best tricks in here.” My eyebrows rose in anticipation of her next move, but i didn’t have to wait long.
By my waistband, Imani pulled me toward the edge of the bed and flopped onto it. I pulled off my shirt as Imani pulled my pants down. Once freed, my dick sprang up, eye to eye with Imani. Not backing down from this staring contest, Imani slid forward and hungrily engulfed my manhood between her lips.
Last night, she looked a pro at giving head, and this beyond confirmed it. Her lips felt cushiony and wet, but held taut enough to pull me closer to ecstasy. Her tongue leapt and danced around my shaft as her head bobbed up and down. I wasn’t sure if she did this part last night, but one hand steadied my cock upright while the other massages my sack.
Involuntarily, my hips moved in and out in pleasure. After a handful of soft thrusts, Imani rolled over and dropped her hands, inviting me to thrust more into her throat. I happily increased my pushing, delighting in her sloppy gagging, and was surprised at how many strokes I got in before she needed to tap out to catch her breath.
I pulled out a condom while Imani spun around into missionary. She impatiently started touching herself, moaning for me to duck her while I fumbled with the condom. Finally, I secured it and dove into her wet slit without any preamble. Her surprise quickly gave way to loud, contented sighs.
With my standing leverage, I grabbed her legs and pulled her down to catch my deep, hard thrusts. “How does this feel?”
Breathlessly, Imani replied, “fuck, you feel so good. I want to cum on your dick. That ok?”
“Fuck yea. I want to feel you cum.” I kept thrusting, and soon, her pussy clenched as she climaxed hard. Her body twisted, her hands involuntarily grabbing her tits in pleasure.
The sight drove me to savagery. Leaning over her, I began pounding hard and fast into Imani’s hungry hole. She grabbed my back and dug in hard. The room was filled with the sounds of her shrieks, my grunts, and the slapping sound of our bodies. I finished this stretch with a fast, deep thrust and held in place while Imani experienced a leg shaking orgasm.
As we caught our breaths a little, she moaned. “That was so good,” And began playing with her self. Her body pulsing violently at the slightest touch. “Do you want some more?” I asked, watching her writhe sexually.
Imani nodded and climbed on top of me. “Since you like watching so much, let me give you a final show.” She straddled me, her delicious round ass facing me. Slowly at first, she began to rock her ass up and down. Her twerk picked up speed, working my dick while I enjoyed the view of her jiggle and shake.
“How does this look?” She called with a peek over her shoulder, but not stopping. “Fucking amazing.” I responded entranced with her body undulating.
While She kept twerking, she started talking dirtier to me about last night. “I know you were touching yourself watching this body get fucked. Did the sight of me make you cum?”
“Uh huh!” The feel, view, and her words making it nearly impossible to to hang on.
“I want you to cum watching me again. Watch my ass bounce on your dick and unload while inside me!”
“Fuck!” She didn’t have to wait long until I hit a back arching orgasm. My body thrust up, my dick burrowing upward into her and we came together. I continued a few long strokes as we both sat in this euphoric moment, until we collapsed onto the bed.
After a minute of deep heaving breaths, Imani kissed me and said, “I’m thirsty now. Want to head out?”
“Yea, lets do it.”
After a quick cleanup, we headed up to the pool bar and grabbed a soda, when Chris found us.
“Where you all been?”
“We were looking for you.” I smiled to myself.
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