*Once upon a time, Christine’s friends totally watched her get eaten out.*
(Remember Christine? You may have missed the time she used an Alexa to give me the best lap dance of my life. Or you may remember her from when her parents interrupted our first hookup. [You can read more of her stories here](https://www.reddit.com/user/before-my-wife/comments/ty0wvv/an_organized_list_of_my_stories_and_smut/))
We decided to get away for Christmas and New Year’s. We had plans to go out to ring in the new year, but instead decided to stay in – after a week of running around being tourists, we were a little tired, and our train was leaving early the next morning.
*Besides, we had other things we wanted to do, too.*
We were making out when her phone started buzzing incessantly. “Keep going,” she told me as she checked her messages. So I did. I had pulled her little black dress down and had one of her tits in my mouth. I loved Christine’s tits – C-cups, firm, perky, and they looked even better on her tiny 5-foot-nothing frame.
“Shit!” she swore. “I forgot about the call!” I detached myself from her hardening nipple to ask what the hell was going on. “When we decided that we were going to stay in, I made plans to call my friends to ring in the new year,” she said. “They’re setting it all up now.”
I looked down at myself, shirt half unbuttoned, fly undone, pants partway down, lipstick on my neck, and erection straining to escape my boxers.
“You have got to be fucking kidding me.”
“I’ll make it up to you, I promise,” she said, and then seductively purred: “You know I know how to make it up to you.”
*I mean, she got me there. But I wasn’t about to let her off the hook that easy.*
We’d been talking about spicing things up in our sex lives, and one of the things Christine was curious about was doing more exhibitionist things. That night, for example, we were going to make our way out onto the hotel room balcony.
*We never did get there. What a wasted balcony.*
But it gave me an idea, anyways. Christine set up her laptop on the desk while I went to the bathroom to “straighten up.” In reality, I waited until Christine got on the Skype call (yeah, this is not a recent story) and then sauntered out wearing nothing but my boxers.
*The way the room was situated, she could see me but the camera couldn’t. And that worked for me just fine.*
Almost on cue, her friends asked about me. “Christine, where’s your boy toy?” one of her friends asked.
“I bet he’s tied up on the other side of the room,” another laughed.
“He’s figuring out room service,” Christine lied, trying to surreptitiously catch my eye and signal *what the fuck are you doing?*
In response I very awkwardly crawled under the desk.
*I wish I could say that it was sexy – it was not.*
I was face to face with her knees now, and the end of her tiny black dress. It was sleek and tight and hugged her body magnificently, but at this moment it was in the way. I slowly and gently reached out and spread her legs just a bit further apart.
“Christine, get off your phone!”
“Sorry, he’s just ordering something downstairs,” I heard from above me. My phone buzzed with a new text: a line of ?????????????
I texted back. “All you have to do is say the magic word.”
*Always pick a safe word, kids.*
I licked one finger and pushed it between her legs, reaching forward until I felt her wet pussy lips. I was glad – enough time hadn’t passed and she was still a little turned on from when we were making out before.
My finger slid inside of her. It was probably just the angle but she felt tighter than I had ever felt her before. Her pussy reflexively tightened around my finger as I moved it slowly in and out, in and out.
From my clear vantage point I saw her legs open just a little wider. So I added another finger.
I curled my digits up and made a come here motion inside of her. She squirmed a little above me as I found and rubbed her g spot, that magical rough patch of skin. I was moving slowly – so slowly – tantalizingly slowly – intending to torture her a little.
*And then I got a better idea.*
Christine was above me talking about what we had been doing on our trip as I spread her knees even further apart. Her dress pulled up and I could see her pussy now, her plump lips and just the cutest little clit poking out of its little hood. It was glistening wet, and it looked delicious.
I leaned in and gave it a long, slow lick, savouring the juices.
“And then we went to this – ah – brewery,” Christine gave out the tiniest little gasp of surprise with that first lick. Grinning devilishly, I licked her again. I had no idea how composed Christine looked, but I was sure that if she was having trouble she could just blame the shitty hotel wifi.
I kept licking her, flicking my tongue across her pussy lips. I reintroduced my fingers, too. One hand went above me, pushing down on her lower belly and adding pressure down below. The other hand went inside her, feeling her vagina convulse and react to my touch.
My mouth was concentrating on her clit. I’d formed a ring around it with my lips and was sucking it very gently, my tongue just resting on it – not licking, just adding a light pressure. Christine was quietly moaning, and she was slowly gyrating from side to side.
I could still hear the conversation up above, and it was wrapping up. Everyone was saying their goodbyes, and I took a moment to resurface and check my phone again. No messages. Good news for me.
I dove back in and sucked her clit with gusto. Her hand immediately came down to meet me and I thought she was going to shove me away. Instead, she buried her hand in my hair and pulled me closer into her body. She was shivering with pleasure, now, and very close to the point of no return.
*This is for the interruption, I thought, and I flicked my tongue across her clit.*
I heard the sign-off chimes from Christine’s computer. Perfect timing.
“It was so good to see you!” Christine was saying her goodbye. “I love you all – AH!” That time the yelp was neither quiet nor unnoticed. She pulled me into her and shuddered again and again, against her better judgement. It was not the biggest orgasm I’d ever given her, but it was enough to come across the call.
“… Christine, is he UNDER THE DESK?” one of her friends shrieked. Christine didn’t reply; she just held me close and panted. “Oh my god, that’s so funny. Have fun you two!” And then she signed off, too.
I emerged from under the desk, messy and disheveled and very, very proud of myself. She pulled me up and kissed me, tasting herself on my lips…
And then she pulled my underwear down.
*She was right, of course. She absolutely knew how to make it up to me.*
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/vjrzul/mf_i_ate_her_out_while_she_skyped_her_friends