Flowing down from glaciers millennia old, perpetually freezing, melting, freezing, and perhaps now melting one final time; the water rushed down the mountains, slowly eroding and absorbing the sulphur on their surfaces and settling into a rich teal lake, over which she stood. She held her iPhone in her delicate hands, pointing it at the the top of Mt. Victoria, just above the tree line. She intended to post her blurry photos online in hopes of a little recognition from all the people with whom she was only half-acquainted with. Turning around she glanced at him sitting on top of a rock to which he answered with a smirk. She smiled back and turned away, her dark blonde pony tail flipping around, now facing against the mountain in attempts to take a selfie with the dramatic view.
‘I can take a picture for you if you’d like.’ He proposed.
She hesitated, noticing his large frame, and heavy dark eyes; interested. ‘Actually, yes, that’d be great.’
He slid down the large grey granite rock, his black boots landing with a thud. He walked toward her, receiving her phone. Even in her hiking gear, one could appreciate her body. Tight shorts highlighted her hips, and soft, supple thighs. Between them one could see something resembling the hoof of an ungulate. He stepped back to take her picture. She pivoted her head slightly askew— smiling. The camera clicked. She got off the cliff edge to stand bedside him, checking to see if she liked the picture. She took the phone from his hand, and opened the photos app, still, stood beside him. The gallery of pictures appeared and near the top of the screen was an exhibit of photos of herself, nearly naked with albumen dripping down her lips. She blushed and smirked before opening the most recent shot.
‘It’s beautiful,’ she said, and so was she. ‘Stunning,’ and so was she. ‘Thank you so much,’ she dragged her hand across his shoulder and faintly moistened her lips. He watched intently as she walked away.
At the hotel that night he stood beneath the shower head, washing off the dirt from the hike. There were noticeable variations of colour on his skin, tanned, tout, and tight, like leather. He cleaned up and stepped into his room, not feeling all that tired grabbed his shorts, and a towel, and headed down to the pool.
And because this tale would not be worth telling if it wasn’t so, the only other guest in the pool at that hour was of course, her. She floated along the edges of the water, clad in a red and black swimsuit. The straps floated innocently unaware of the eager tugging they’d soon go through. Her bottom piece was modest, yet suggestive. Her bra draped her chest, her nipples pushing out slightly.
He walked into the pool room, and quickly noticed her. He smiled and started toward the water. Slowly climbing down the ladder, his butt moved subtly shaking up and down. This got her interested.
‘Interesting seeing you here,’ he started the conversation.
‘Call is kismet,’ she replied, ready to engage in silly banter, preparing for what she would undoubtedly happen soon.
‘Were you following me?’ He asked with a chuckle, his toned chest vibrating.
‘I was here before you.’
‘That’s fair, but that’s not as fun’
‘Before you get too many ideas, I don’t like pool-sex, it’s hard and awkward’
‘Speaking from experience?’
‘Or so I’ve heard.’ She pushed towards him, and put her hands on his crotch. He brought his lips to her cheek, slowly shifting down, brushing past her lips, down to her jaw, onto her neck, following a path down her body. He drew down her collarbone, inching towards her breasts, and stopping only to bite her skin with a playful tug. With his hands he caressed her neck and followed his own lips downwards. She gripped his back, her red nails digging into the his back.
He grabbed her round little but, and lifted her up onto the edge of the pool as she shivered with ecstasy. She traced his hands as he pulled down her panties to free her gates. He brought his mouth between her thighs and showed her how much he wanted her with his tongue. No words were spoken. The fluorescent tube lights of the pool flickered as she closed her eyes and laid down on the pool deck, his head still between her legs.
‘Fuck.’ He murmured.
A euphoric feeling emanated from her pussy to all the reaches of her body as her moans echoed. His tongue went deeper, and deeper, and flicked around; flirting with, breathing on, and warming up her crotch.
She pulled him out of the pool to join her. Beads of water fell out of his hair as he climbed on top of her. He untied her bra and stared down at her naked body beneath him. He could do with it as he pleased. He loomed over her as she pulled down his shorts. His dick fell out, aptly sized, and looking ready.
‘My turn,’ she said with a smirk. She got up from beneath him, her naked body a work of art, and she got on her knees. Her delicate fingers danced along his shaft. She got up and stood, cradling her head in his hands, grabbing her jaw from below, and putting his thumb in her mouth. She gave him those eyes and went in for the job. Slowly and intentionally sucking his dick as well as she could.
Both bodies, still dripped water, and cum onto the pool deck. He bent down and held her waist as she continued to feast on his cock. The beautiful little girl locked eyes with the handsome Ganymede, as he moaned and released, tilting his head back, grabbing her tits and pushing her away.
‘Swallow it.’
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/pg9um0/swallow_mf_stranger_hotel