A helping hand..

It was only a handful of whispered words but they had me hard in an instant.

"I want to taste you.."

There was only one problem, we were sharing the room with four other people and no one was very far away. How to do this quietly? What seemed like a fun idea, a group of friends and a party room was suddenly cramping our style. Funny how some times you are not thinking straight when planning a weekend away.

Her finger gently circled my belly button, tickling gently at the trail of fluff leading down to my cock. With a little push she slipped a finger under the waist band of my underpants and ran a nail along the side of my straining member.

I bit down on my lip to suppress the groan that was building in the back of my throat.

"Come out to play" she cooed as I was freed from the fabric constraints. Well nearly free, the waistband was now peeled back and tucked under my sack, lifting my balls as if presented like breasts in a corset. She cupped them and gently pulled on the pubes and raked her nails over the soft folds.

"You have to be quiet" she giggled in my ear, "don't want to wake the neighbours..."

I reached down for her slit and found it wonderfully wet. I dipped a finger in as she rolled her hips away from me. "no..not me, just you"

I slipped the finger into my mouth to taste her, I wanted her more than ever. "later, just lie back be quite and enjoy!"

Her hand gripped the base of my cock and slowly slid up the length of my shaft stopping just short of the head then her thumb ran a quick circle around the head before she pushed down again to the base. With more pressure this time she squeezed and slowly worked me, teasing and keeping a consistent and tortuously slow pace.

Normally a quickening of the action would be needed to move things along but with each caress the tension built until I could feel the gun was loaded and my hamstrings felt tensioned like a bow. The feeling of her erect nipple rubbing on my arm, tracing gentle, almost imperceptible arcs on my bicep made the blood thump in my ears. Her leg was curled over mine and I could feel the heat of her cunt against my thigh.

Every muscle was tensed trying to stifle the cry that was trying to charge out from my lips.

She knew exactly when I was going to let go. On the last stroke she pulled my underpants back over my throbbing knob to contain the flow. I nearly burst out laughing at the sheer cheekiness of the manoeuvre. In her enthusiasm I had been given a wedgie that in an odd way just added to the intensity of the whole moment. I pressed my head back into the pillow, rocking gently with the after shocks.

She pressed her mouth hard against mine, and we kissed hungrily as the dampness spread through the thin cloth. Slowly she pulled back and in the half light of the room I could see her licking the palm of her hand. "mmmm, good boy....now sleep tight my lover..."