Friendly Competition (MF) (voyeur)

I had thought a cruise where I didn’t have to pay for anything (thanks to my parents) and having one of my best friends, Chris, in the same situation would have been great. On the first day, the reality set in that two 19 year olds on a family trip was kinda boring. Too old for any of the kids things, too broke to gamble, and too young to drink at the bars that held a 21+ age. We snuck in rum, but still, we were bored.

Middle of the second day, we were wandering aimlessly, killing time until we decided to start drinking again and clinging to silver linings of a bored but free vacation, when we stumbled across a girl stuck in our similar situation.

Imani was cute. She was short with milk chocolate skin, and wearing a bright colored bikini that drew your eyes in toward her defined curves. She appeared to be taking a break from relaxing by the pool to get drinks for her and her parents. We went over to say hi by the bar and introduced ourselves. Rather than feeling awkward at our approaches, she was very friendly and agreed to meet up later.

We were having a great time hanging out with her and drinking while wandering the cruise ship at night. Imani was a lot of fun and looked amazing. I flirted with her whenever Chris’s head was turned and it looked like he was doing the same.

When Imani slipped off to the bathroom, Chris spoke aloud my thoughts. “She’s really flirty with both of us. I wonder who will get her.”
“I didn’t know we were competing.”
“Sure you did.” I laughed, admitting he was right.

Late into the night, we were still hanging out on the pool deck alone, still competing, but I felt Chris winning. Admitting defeat, I said I was going to bed and left and realized after minutes I was on the wrong side of the boat. I doubled back across the deck, and froze at the sight. Chris and Imani had retreated to a corner and were ravenous towards each other.

I crept along, but near the doorway, I turned back to watch, my curiosity getting the better of me. Chris’s shirt had gone missing and he was untying her top. In a flash, her boobs bounced out in the moonlit air. I only got a glimpse of both before Chris dove at them with his mouth. My jealousy grew as my pants tightened watching.

As Chris ran his hands up and down, my eyes drank in her body from afar. I was enjoying her seductive, pleasured expressions when our eyes met from across the ship. She smiled a wicked smile.

Imani fumbled with Chris’s pants and pulled his dick out. She pushed his back down into the chair as she circled his dick like a bird of prey. Finally, she settled down and went to work, sucking my friend’s dick with passion. I actually had an perfect view of her work and realized she did this on purpose, wanting to give a show. I guess I was gonna stay and watch then.

Enviously, I watched as Imani’s luscious lips ran up and down on my friend’s dick, which stiffened until it hit the back of her throat. Even from my safe distance, I could hear her gag on the night’s air as she thrust her throat down upon Chris.

Maybe it was my imagination, but I felt her eyes would flit over to where I stood watching. Chris squirmed, clearly struggling to last against Imani’s throat barrage. He reached out and lifted her head up, to give him a reprieve.

He mouthed something and she nodded. Chris fumbled around and pulled out a condom as they repositioned on the pool chair. Kissing furiously, they ended up in missionary and Chris began thrusting into Imani.

Again, over the sounds of the boat, Imani’s deep breaths and moans were barely audible, but I watched hungrily as Imani’s body absorbed Chris’s thrusts, her boobs bouncing deliciously.

My jealousy manifested in my achingly hard dick aggressively renting my pants. I began to slowly stroke over my shorts watching Imani’s pleasure and ecstasy. Suddenly, she turned over and they repositioned, with Chris behind her round and impatiently wiggling ass.

By now, Imani could clearly see me rubbing myself as Chris pounded into her. Her moans grew louder and more ragged as they became clearly audible. Chris was so locked in on her ass that he must not have noticed. His strokes increased in speed and power as Imani came on his dick.

Feeling her Imani’s body explode in pleasure overwhelmed Chris who couldn’t hold any longer and came with vicious strokes. Imani let out a shriek as he came and quickly covered her mouth, glancing at me as if I’m keeping lookout for them.

As they came down and settled into the chair, sliding clothes back on just in case, I slipped off the deck quietly and returned to my room. In my room’s bathroom, I returned to my self-pleasure. Eyes closed, I reimagined the scene with me in place of Chris. When I got to her ass jiggle from doggy, I hit a ecstatic peak which required a good amount of cleanup before bed.

In bed, I wondered whether the real thing would still be on the table.

Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/hr9h6d/friendly_competition_mf_voyeur