Textile on Patrol Duty
An Exhausted Delight: A Story of Smut and Relaxation
After a day full of relaxation and amusement, Maria and I found ourselves at our hotel, feeling worn-out yet revitalized. Having enjoyed snorkeling, dining, hiking, and chilling by the hotel's beach, we decided to spend the evening at the resort as well. Following a delectable dinner with a stunning view of the ocean, we returned to our room.
Standing beside the window, Maria gazed at the pool area, which overlooked the vast expanse of water and well-lit green vegetation. Their luxurious room had curtains that could allow some light in and still provide privacy, and she had kept the first layer closed for our convenience while bathing and getting dressed. I smiled as I spread lotion on my body following my shower.
As she basked in the beauty of their surroundings, Maria contemplated our options for the evening. “Perhaps we could go down to the pool,” she suggested, intending to spread two towels on a lounge chair and simply sit back to enjoy the atmosphere, even without dipping in the water.
“That sounds pleasant,” I responded with a smile.
Outside
Ten minutes later, we strolled down to the pool area, walking past the focal point of the resort: the luscious palm trees. We stopped at a lounger and placed our towels on the chair. Both of us sported large sweatshirts from a national park excursion we'd embarked upon months ago. I donned a pair of shorts with a modest length, while Maria circulated linen pants.
Taking a seat, she spread her legs apart, leaning back against the cushion. I settled myself in between her long thighs and leaned back into her bosom. A over-sized beach towel was retrieved from our bag and wrapped around both of us; I felt it stop at my neck to act as a blanket. Contentment blossomed within me as my back resided within the confines of my lover's warm embrace; I could feel her sweet scent getting absorbed by my hair.
Lighthearted conversation about our exciting day ensued. We marveled at the serenity created by the scene before us--the twinkling stars, the flickering lights of the torches, and the subtle ripples in the pool. After a period of caresses along my waist, I felt an inquisitive hand move upwards, satisfyingly massaging the axilla of my arms before finding its way to roam freely in my hair.
"Baby."
"I'm just playing, will you relax?" Maria responded with a chuckle. She knew the effect her strong hands had on me and enjoyed teasing me in the process. "It's not my fault you're so fun to touch." Her actions steadily stirred arousal within me.
I blushed as a result of her words and glanced towards the nearby jacuzzi, observing a couple underneath the water. Although they were entirely immersed and thus, partially hidden, their presence was noticeable. Both individuals appeared to be enjoying each other's company with one person's head resting on the other's shoulder and kissing.
"Maria," I hypothesized, reminding her of the public setting. Her fingers wiggled and twitched among my hair strands.
“Hey!” she exclaimed with a giggle, although she continued caressing my scalp and ears with her fingers.
I sighed as I noticed another couple, sitting together in a room just a few rooms away. Their positions were clearly visible to us and seemed to mirror the same position Maria and I now found ourselves in. Their embrace had their bodies pressed up against each other as they seemingly relaxed, viewing their own private movie through the television screen.
"Mmm," she hummed against my shoulder, rubbing me behind my ears and planted her hands on my thighs once more.
"Maria," I spoke softly, my eyes remaining transfixed on the other couple's preregulated intimacy.
"Mhmm," she murmured, her hands dancing up my body.
"aye," I whispered, powerless against her touching.
"Nobody's around, darling," she said as her hands crept into my sweatshirt. She had to angle her arms up and down to fit inside. There was nothing underneath it. Her hands moved up.
Feeling heat rush to my face, I was instantly flushed. Exposed but...was that exciting?
There wasn't much time to contemplate that, though, because her hands squeezed my breasts, cupping them tenderly. She made sure her second and third fingers rested on either side of my nipples. I held onto the towel tightly. If it slipped, she'd be touching me under the sweatshirt.
"Sweetheart," I whispered, "If you want that, let's go upstairs."
"Later," she whispered back, and her fingers gently massaged my nipples.
Suddenly, I felt totally helpless. My feet clenched, my eyes fluttered shut."Oh," I moaned a little too loud, biting my lip to keep the noise down. She didn't stop massaging. As she continued, I tried to speak, but found myself equal parts enjoying it and wanting to stop her.
"We..." I started to say, "We..."
"We what?" She asked, pinching harder. I yelped, opening my eyes again.
"We should...?"
"Here?" She teased, squeezing a bit stronger. I gasped, my eyes flicking around the area. The jacuzzi couple was gone, but the fact that I'd been so caught up in the moment I didn't notice them leaving bothered me. "Should we go inside?"
"Uh...yeah," I managed to get out.
"But you like this," Maria whispered in my ear. Her heels dug into my legs, parting them slightly. "You're my naughty little slut who loves the idea of being touched in public."
"God," I gasped at her words and her warm breath on my neck.
"Tell me," she whispered.
"I do like it."
"Be specific," she urged, pinching a bit harder again. I squealed, screwing up my eyes and biting my lip to stop the noise. She continued for a few seconds. I tried to talk, but was loving it too much.
"We..." I tried to say, "We should..."
"We should what?" She inquired, squeezing her fingers a little tighter.
"Go inside?"
"Soon," she promised, lifting her fingers off my breasts. "But right now, we're in public. You're my perfect naughty girl who likes being touched in plain sight."
I moaned. "I love..." I gasped, biting my lip once more as her teeth sank into my neck. She sucked hard then released.
"Lift up your sweater," she commanded.
"No, wait-"
"It's important. If people see this angle, they'll think I'm unnatural. Lift it up."
She made a reasonable point. "Are you sure?"
"I'll protect you," she purred into my hair. "I'd never let anything bad happen to you, my princess."
I shivered, her dirty words always giving me goosebumps. "Okay," I agreed, looking around for potential witnesses. No one was near us. I gripped the towel firmly and carefully raised it over my chest. Her hands resumed a natural position, caressing the sides of my torso and thighs. I felt so exposed. The towel was all that was protecting me from the world.
The voices of women reached my ears. They were close by. A bachelorette party, likely my age. They'd been lingering by the pool, lounging and probably drunk. They walked past our area excitedly. The sound of water splashing and raucous laughter made me feel on display.
Distracted, I considered pulling my sweater down again, feeling too exposed without it. But before I could move, her hands were back on my chest, keeping me covered and warm.
"Did my naughty girl hope to pull her shirt down?" Maria inquired in a whisper.
I let my hands relax by my sides and gripped her thighs. She let out a pleased growl and kissed my ear. "I told you," she cooed, "You're a bad, bad girl who loves feeling naughty in public. You'll enjoy this."
Despite my uneasy feelings, I bit my lip and let her hands move up and down my body, occasionally tweaking my nipples.
"We'll move inside later," she promised, nibbling on my earlobe. "For now, you're being naughty and open to the world."
I couldn't resist her seductive tone. I relaxed, gripping her thighs tighter. Her newfound strength held my limbs in position, her hands a steady presence under my shirt without touching my bare breasts. The sound of squeals and laughter echoed around us. It was the closest I'd ever been to being seen out in the open like this.
My mind jumbled with so many thoughts: your own naked breasts, the noise of the party, the anticipation of being discovered; the potential for humiliation; the possibility of being caught. Maria's words echoed in my unsteady mind.
"Be loved," she pleaded, her hands sliding up and down.
"I'm yours," I breathed, her teeth nipping at my neck.
She held my cheeks, "My slut." My thoughts jumbled, but her words, her groans, her breathing drove me crazy. And I was wet.
She said, "Give me that towel," while I still had my eyes closed, trying to maintain a blank expression as if I were just taking a nap on my girlfriend. "They'd see me fondling you. How flushed you are. Tell me, if I remove the towel, what else would they see?"
I considered my response. She probably wanted me to say that they would see me enjoying it or that my nipples were erect and my body was burning with desire for her. Instead, I mentioned something different.
"They'd witness me taking off my shorts," I breathed softly, almost into the towel. "And taking off my underwear. They'd see how wet I am for you. Just because of you..." I let out a silent moan as she squeezed my breasts tightly.
"Damn..." Maria exclaimed, startled by what I'd said. "They'd all be captivated by how flawless you are. Oh, your naked body... Drop your sweater, we're about to leave."
Despite my arousal, I dropped the sweater beneath the towel as I got up, readjusting casually and then stood up with Maria. I glanced up at the hotel room and the outlines of all our belongings, eager to reach them.
Inside
In my mind's eye, the door to the hotel room would forcefully open, but it didn't. Maria guided us slowly up the stairs and into the room. The door creaked as it opened, the air-conditioned room enhancing the trembling in my skin. I followed her lead and entered the room, where she closed the door behind us.
She started guiding me back to the door, back pressing into it, her hand protecting my head from hitting it with force. Her lips came to mine, but suddenly there was a stop in our movement. She was nearly a whisper away from my lips. My eyes were heavy but slightly opened to see what would happen next. Using a firm grip on my hair, her other hand found my cheek, gently holding it.
"Take off my pants," she demanded. I could barely move, but I reached and pulled her pants down as far as I could. "Panties too." I obeyed, unable to take in her appearance with the desire I felt. As I did, her eyes remained fixed on mine. "You're so goddamn exquisite."
I was about to argue, but her lips embraced mine. Despite her domineering demeanor, the kiss was exquisitely tender. I held her waist while we kissed, our lips never separating from each other. She kissed me with such dominance, and I returned it with equal enthusiasm.
Her tongue glided along my bottom lip. Mine touched her top lip. She wriggled while we kissed, stepping out of her pants, leaving them on the floor. Her hand moved from my hair up to my chest, running over my sweatshirt, grazing my nipple to my breathy surprise. Her fingers dived into my mouth, and I could barely stay focused on her.
Moans escaped every now and then, but for the most part, the air in the room stayed still. The air conditioning provided the only noise, along with our rapidly descending breaths. My lips never parted from hers. We took in each other, allowing ourselves to become dizzy from the intense feeling. Oxygen was secondary, but her lips were essential.
Her entire tongue wrapped mine before posturing me against the door. She sucked deeply with her mouth, tugging at my nipple, causing me to moan loudly. As I caught my breath, her hand returned to my cheek, while her other fingers delicately stroked my lips.
"You're quite amazing," I whispered, but she pressed me against the door, molding her body to mine. Her hand again lit a path on my cheek and led her fingers to my lips.
"You were fantastic downstairs," she murmured, pressing her fingers into my lips, venturing deeper and deeper. "Do you prefer being concealed?"
I could hardly speak, so her fingers delved further. I tried to grab her fingers but failed, tears streaming out the corner of my eyes. She watched me intently, her fascination clear. I couldn't speak, so I nodded.
"And you like the idea of being observed?"
My instinct was to say "Yes," but the women in the pool didn't know. They couldn't know. But I had made eye contact with a few. They didn't hate that my eyes met theirs for a moment, so I didn't hate it either.
Despite the temptation of kissing her deeply again, I let her kiss me gently. I marveled at the sensation of her lips against my tongue while her fingers pushed further inside. I came close to fainting and struggled to maintain control, but she held me still.
She gently nudged my lips to engage in a deeper exploration, and I allowed her. But then my hand managed to free itself and fumbled for her hand, trying to get her to stop just as it slid up my neck and took hold of my sweatshirt. She paused.
"I'll remove your shirt so you can better enjoy it."
As she undressed me, my little noises encouraged her. She pulled my shirt up with a face displaying desire and threw it to the floor.
"You're beautiful," she complimented while she supported me, looking at me with awe. "You're so desirable." She said, her fingertips running over my breasts, and I quivered with pleasure.
She let me go, savoring the sensation of her hand leaving me. She stopped and adjusted herself, tapping her foot in a sign that we should move on. I obeyed, following her steps toward the door, leaving the denuded hotel room behind us, ready for our next adventure.
She wrapped her other hand around my throat. "Speak up, my pet." Her fingers slid out of my mouth, covered in drool.
"I think so," I uttered softly.
"Good girl," she beamed, her fingers disappeared from the sight and I could see her eyes closing. She felt herself up and let out a long moan. I recognized the feeling and knew she was pleasuring herself.
"Ah!" I cried out immediately and I began to move my hips. However, she tightened her grip on my neck and ordered, "Stay put, slut." Her wet fingers found their way back into my mouth. She recoated her fingers with my saliva before returning to rubbing herself.
I could faintly hear her, her fingers going at it fast. It was evidence that she was turned on from teasing me earlier. But her grip on me was firm, her movements calculated. My cheeks reddened as I struggled to breathe. Finally, she released me and her lips touched mine. By instinct, I took her tongue into my mouth.
She moaned into my mouth and I continued to suck. Her fingers left her mouth and came back into view, pressing against my skin. Then she was back to rubbing once more.
She let me go, leaving her fingers hovering above my neck but not squeezing. I gasped for air, her lips found mine and we shared a kiss. A moment later, our kiss became more forceful. I could feel her regaining dominance.
Soon, her hands found me again, grabbing me in a dominating manner. Pulling me into the room. Towards the bed. I was uncertain how she managed to undress so smoothly, but it happened quickly. Next thing I knew, I was lying on my back, and she was standing off the bed.
"Curtains," I murmured, realizing that only the first layer was closed for complete privacy, our silhouettes would be visible without them. But Maria shook her head.
"No," she stated and got on the bed, sitting between my legs, spreading them apart. "Good girl, you're so wet for me."
Feeling embarrassed, I nodded. She extended her hands. I took them, and she pulled me closer.
I flipped around and sat on her chest, just in case I fell. Then she slid down so I was above her face. I stared down and she smiled back at me. "What?" I asked.
She teased, "Trust me?"
"Always," I nodded.
She waited for a moment before announcing, "I want you to sit above my face."
Surprised, I hesitated a moment before complying. I sat above her face, then lowered myself back so my legs straddled her torso. I stared into her eyes and she grinned at me.
About to say my nervous thoughts, her tongue found me. She licked me slowly with a drawn out "Mmmmm". My body shivered with each touch and I struggled to contain my moans.
"Wait," I breathed, worried that our intimate moment would be seen by outsiders.
"You like it," Maria mumbled into my pussy. I let out a moan.
"Please, people will see." I pleaded.
"Yeah..." Maria murmured, her lips against my pussy. "They'll see the most beautiful girl in the world enjoying their attention. Let them watch, my little whore?"
In that moment, her tongue plunged in, and I didn't know how to react. The euphoric sensation took over my body, but my mind stayed fixated on the curtain. I shielded my breasts, although they weren't visible. Not entirely, that is. It seemed quieter outside, making me contemplate whether they detected it? Possibly not, right? There were multiple rooms. But maybe they did?
Perhaps they watched. Caught a glimpse of my outline undulating in moonlight. Noticed my limbs reaching up and slapping against my buttocks, causing me to inhale sharply, then whisper, "Shh..." Next, they saw my hands clawing at my hair, my face, and Maria's hair. They witnessed the moment I looked back into Maria's eyes. And then, they saw me frantically strumming my nipples with my fingers.
I pondered them witnessing these actions and recognized, as her lips nibbled on my clitoris, I cherished the possibility.
And so, they caressed me, and I couldn't suppress my moans, disregarding the possibility of neighbors or voyeurs. Maria's tongue devoured me and every part of my body tickled and shivered. My shrieks bounced off the walls and Maria groaned loudly into my vagina while fingering herself behind me. She focused. Maintained the rhythm, building me up without mercy until I couldn't continue and rolled out of sight, lying on the bed.
I lay there, catching my breath alongside Maria. I snatched my panties to softly wipe her face and mumbled my apologies.
"I adore it," she insisted, interrupting me. She moved over and we embraced, holding each other tightly. "I worship the performance, but you're the real deal."
"Works for me," I murmured. "I was wondering if people caught a glimpse of me."
"Is that bad?" she asked.
I hesitated. "Not if they get a nice view."
She grinned. "I knew you were one of a kind."
End.
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