I bend forward to take Nathan’s cock in my mouth again. Ash grasps my hips tightly and plunges back into me from behind, slowly at first and gradually harder, making it difficult to keep my mouth locked on Nathan, but it’s a challenge I happily accept.
As my last hurrah for a one-night stand, this has turned into the perfect experience. A delicious cock filling my mouth and another pounding into my pussy. What more could a girl ask for?
After some blissful time passes in this arrangement, Ash’s hand digs into my hip, his rhythm breaks, and he lets out a low groan as he jerks against me, coming into me hard.
I release Nathan’s cock as Ash momentarily collapses over my back, breathing heavily. When Ash stands, Nathan does, too, bending me over the table in one smooth motion and quickly filling the vacancy left by his friend.
I moan something unintelligible and hold on tight as Nathan pistons into me. His movements are intense. Having me sucking his cock and watching his friend fuck me for the past several minutes seem to have him quite worked up, and I’m reaping the benefits.
Despite his frenzied pace, he takes the time to reach around and find my clit, rubbing my little pleasure spot as he pumps in and out of me. Soon, I’m whimpering with each of his thrusts.
“Come for me, come for me.” Nathan’s voice is low and commanding, and it’s all it takes to push me over the edge. I hold tight to the table, and Nathan supports me as I come apart. Then, as if he was waiting for me, just a few seconds later he stiffens, swells, and pulses inside me with his own orgasm.
Afterward, the three of us sit together on the bench. My skirt is back in place and the men have tucked their cocks in their jeans. Nathan and I are still catching our breath; Ash looks relaxed and completely content.
The night air feels cooler on my skin now. It’s been a perfect evening in so many ways. “This has been fun,” I say, knowing my words are an enormous understatement for the physical experience we just shared.
Nathan chuckles; Ash is silent but cracks a grin.
Nathan puts a hand on my thigh. “We should do this again.”
For a moment, I’m tempted to make plans with them. As hookups go, this one was probably the best. It would be worth repeating. But it would be temporary, and any time I spend with these men is time not spent looking for a meaningful relationship. Even if it would only be this week, the likely length of their island vacation, that’s one less week looking for the family man of my dreams.
I give Nathan’s hand a quick squeeze before I stand. When I’m a few steps away, I turn and give them both a smile. “Maybe I’ll see you here again sometime.”
And then I’m gone.
3
Little tug on my heart
There’s an ache between my legs the next day. The really good kind of ache. Every time I notice it, I smile, and it gets me through an otherwise boring day.
I work at my family’s beach shop – it’s not located on the beach, but sells all of the stuff people need for a day of sand and sun – and lately, it’s getting harder and harder to find things to keep me busy. A new store selling the same sort of touristy stuff opened up a few miles away at the beginning of the season, and they’ve made a big dent in our business. We carry a nicer and more extensive selection of clothing than they do, but people usually gravitate toward whatever is shiny and new.
As I refold a tableful of Four Points Island t-shirts I replay some of the events of last night in my mind. Surprisingly, I hadn’t had sex outdoors before last night, and that aspect was pretty exciting. Someone could have caught us, though I was pretty sure we’d have privacy while the bar staff was busy inside, or I wouldn’t have led us to the picnic table.
I also liked how the three of us mostly kept our clothes on, with the exception of my torn and discarded panties. The sex was hot and urgent – we couldn’t wait to drive somewhere and we couldn’t even be bothered to remove clothing. We needed each other immediately.
Can that kind of unstoppable desire coexist with a committed, long-term relationship? A couple of my friends are married. Their relationships don’t look blazing hot to me, but who knows what goes on behind closed doors.
I’ll bet Maddy feels that kind of excitement with her men. I can see it on her face when she’s with them. So I have hope, and my goal is clear: I want a man who makes me crazy with lust, I want to make babies with him, and grow old together. Now I just need to find that man.