Author: punkrocketcomics

Poolside at the Flamingo (Conclusion) [M/F]

**Continued from an earlier post:** [**https://www.reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/ry9qe8/poolside_at_the_flamingo_mf/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=web2x&context=3**](https://www.reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/ry9qe8/poolside_at_the_flamingo_mf/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=web2x&context=3)

Poolside at the Flamingo

I took a few deep breaths and, for a quicker deflation of my hard-on, watched a few moments as the older couple lotioned each other up. Once my dick had returned to a manageable size, I curled a finger inside my pant-leg and yanked the netting forward to assist with containment.

I rose to my feet. “Paper?” I asked the old man.

“Sure,” he replied with a shrug.

I handed it over on my way out, entered the hotel, and caught the elevator just around the corner. I punched the button for the third floor and on the ride up, batted my dick around to get it growing again. The bell chimed, the doors opened, and I walked three-legged down the hall to Room 319.

After two quick knocks, the door flung wide open, and without a word, the bikini-clad girl reached out her hand, took hold of the front waistband of my suit, and pulled forcefully toward her. Her eagerness brought me up against her body…hard. So much so that I winced a bit, my dick making awkward and rough contact with her hip bone. Read more »

Poolside at the Flamingo [M/F]

Inspired by a true story…

Halfway through the sports section, an attractive woman in a leopard-print bikini took a seat in the lounger two rows ahead of mine. She reclined the chair as far as it would go and stretched out on her stomach, so that she was awkwardly facing toward me and my newspaper.

Every time I glanced over the page, her staring face startled me. She wasn’t actually looking—well, at least, I didn’t think so. She had sunglasses on, but by her posture and lack of movement, was probably sleeping—or, at least, close to it. Every fifteen minutes or so, her hand would lazily raise, reach back, and adjust her bikini bottom, tucking more and more of it into her crack to eliminate tan lines. Upon lying down, she’d also undone the strap of her top to give the sun free reign of her back. Though already sporting a healthy tan, she didn’t necessarily have what you’d call a “beach body.” It was fairly average, as far as toning goes. The extra weight she had on, however, ensured that her boobs and butt were both above average. The more she fiddled with her suit, the more of her plump backside I got to see…and the less interested I became in the day’s headlines. Read more »