I went to the table and sat down, partially to conceal my erection. I fidgeted with the hotel key card, looking desperately left and right for my busty girlfriend that I was going to finally fuck in an hour's time, waiting anxiously for time to inch by.
t was supposed to be a sit-down dinner event but it had turned into a ruckus from the get-go, with half of the cohort forgoing their seats and walking around to mingle. I chose to stay in my seat, partly inconvenienced by the boner I was spotting, partially afraid that I may miss the stipulated time with Jarelle. I was enjoying myself observing the people around me and couldn't help but notice Emy and Jarelle, who had left Andy alone at the rowdiest table. The girls turned heads wherever they went, captivating the rest of the cohort with their sexy, foxy dresses while their bubbly, positive vibes were infectious similarly.
Andy was at the jock table, which was full of loud bantering and cheeky hollering at one another whilst chugging drinks. The infamous CS-CS couple were right there as well, with Chloe donning a promiscuous green dress which had half of her B-cups out on show, while Sheryl was wearing a skin tight baby blue dress. She may have been lacking relatively in the chest department but Sheryl's choice of dress today definitely had done her boobs justice, accentuating whatever curves she had, with the help of presumably a push-up bra. Charles had almost seemed out of place, looking very satisfied while glued slouching on his chair, enjoying the ruckus with an almost silly smile on his face. His blatant post-orgasmic glow how was hard-to-miss, telling a tale on its own. Charles must have enjoyed a pre-prom rendezvous so satisfactory that he was still dreaming so much so that he didn't notice that Sheryl wasn't anywhere near him, and was actually clinging on to the right muscular arm of Andy or the few sneaky peeks Andy enjoyed down her dress. I chuckled at Andy's blatantness and cheekiness, thinking that a little harmless flirting wasn't going to hurt anyone. Furthermore, if he wanted tits, he would have to look no further than his girlfriend, who was the epitome of perfect voluptuous melons.
It wasn't long before Chloe and Sean were making out openly, sticking their tongues into each other's mouth and exchanging bodily fluids in what I gathered was a dare, with the amount of cheering that was going on in the background. When they finally broke apart, I could tell from their flushed faces and heavy breathing that both of them were turned on. With other couples making out, cleavage and short dresses on show, the attention from the crowd eventually shifted and dwindled.
Seeing that Jarelle was no longer near the foxy Emy who was undoubtedly the center of attention, and that the time we had agreed on was quickly approaching, I could no longer contain my excitement anymore and decided to head back to the hotel room. It had then occurred to me that Andy and I were holding on to the two key cards and that the girls didn't have any. I came up with some cock-and-bull story to grab his key card that I knew Andy would probably see through immediately as a ploy to deny him of any possibility of using the room. I scanned the ballroom but found no traces of Andy, giving up quickly seeking solace that Emy was inside, fraternising and socialising to her heart's content.
As I was leaving, there seemed to be a growing commotion and rumour had it that there was some illicit activity ongoing in the handicap toilet. There were hoards of people were streaming out to witness it first-hand for themselves and I decided to make a pit stop to not only take a look for myself, but more importantly to see if I could find Andy in the crowd.
Amidst all the gossiping and sniggering that was happening, I could hear the audible moaning that the couple was making. It had seemed that either they had an exhibitionist streak in them or that they were thoroughly enjoying themselves without a hoot about the world. The girl was definitely giving a show on her oral proficiency, slurping and gagging loudly whereas the guy was so deliriously euphoric that he was telling her how he was going to give it to her as a reward. Before long, they had transited to pure animalistic fucking, as we could hear muffled moans amidst all the meat slapping sounds.
I didn't stay much longer as there was an insatiable itch that only Jarelle could sate for me, especially after the escapade that I had witnessed. It turned me on greatly and I was already sporting an erection to hopefully take my buxom girlfriend's virginity. My speculation was that it could well be Chloe and Sean screwing in the toilet, knowing Chloe's reputation and that being another one of Sean's conquest. It wouldn't surprise me and I guess it wouldn't take long for me to hear about it, seeing that Sean would probably be boasting about it if he really was the protagonist.
I waited for an eternity for the elevator and punched my floor button before hurriedly and repeatedly jamming the close button. It felt like another eternity for the elevator to reach my floor, and I rushed out, slightly disappointed to see that the alleyway was devoid of any human traffic, and most importantly, Jarelle wasn't there. I tapped the key card and pushed the door open, contemplating if I should hang a sock as an universal sign to deter any unwanted interruptions. I checked my watch in the meantime anxiously, only to realise that I was 15 minutes earlier than expected. I decided against hanging the sock, closing the door after me. What caught my immediate attention as I walked into the room was that the light from the wardrobe was switched on. Instinctively, I went over to it, noticing that the wardrobe's sliding door had a larger gap than before, triggering the sensor to keep the light on. I was further mesmerised by what I saw, with the pair of black fuck-me stilettos reflecting the glare of the light to catch my eye before I took in what was above it.
The very same black sports bra that Emy was wearing.
I couldn't help but reminisce about the sexy outfits I had seen Emy in. Her provocative red prom dress did almost nothing to cover her twins, whereas her white knitted crochet top had lacy designs that allowed one to peer through, drawing attention to her melons. But this sports bra was on another level, almost making her look bustier as though her tits were about to burst out especially with that huge hole in the middle showcasing all of her cleavage. I definitely had the hots for that girl, exacerbated by the whiff of intoxicating scent stemming from her bra that was perfumating through the air. My mind was clouded by lust and my self restraint obviously lacking as I reached out, feeling the velvety material of my girlfriend's busty best friend's sports bra, squeezing it and imagining the hand-feel of her massive melons decked in the very same bra I was holding.
My erection was at full mast as I felt the pre-cum leak out like a broken faucet. Involuntarily, I let out a moan, as I went a step further to take it off the hanger, holding its entirety in my hand. I wanted to violate it so badly, to rub my dick on it or worse, shoot a wad of my pent-up cum all over it. I had wondered what Emy was going to ask me then, right before we got stopped dead in our tracks, when Jarelle came out of the showers. Was Emy going to flash me? Or allow me to coop a feel or more? If only I was Andy, the demands I would make could fuel a year worth of shooting material for the AV industry.
Logic prevailed in the end as the repercussions of getting caught outweighed the temporal pros I would get but I couldn't help but contemplate about stuffing that sports bra into the depths of my luggage.
Before I could decide, I noticed movement outside the door, coupled with an obvious feminine giggle. I was like a deer in headlights, rudely snapped out of my lustful reverie as the key card swiped and the door unlocked and was pushed in. All I could do at that point of time, was to slide the wardrobe door closed and with a click, the light was turned off. My heart was in my mouth, as I realised that I was stuck in the wardrobe, or worse, caught red-handed, with Emy's sports bra in my hand.
Jarelle didn't have the key, and so I had assumed that it would have been Andy coming into the room. With kissing sounds following next, my fear had turned into excitement as I thought that at some point in time, I would be able to see Emy, naked and in the midst of performing some sexual act. I peered through the vents of the wardrobe, trying to get a sneak peek and an inkling of the situation. Half of me was praying that neither of them needed to grab anything in the wardrobe whereas the other half of me wanted to be a silent observer of the sexual encounter that was about to transpire in the next tens of minutes. I could feel bodies slamming against the wall before Andy growled out, "Fuck your tits look like they are popping out tonight."
A flash of baby blue darted across my line of sight. "You like it?" An unfamiliar voice sounded. I didn't recognise the voice but it definitely wasn't Emy and it sure as hell was laced with desire. The promise of boobs kept me craning my neck for more.
Sheryl pressed Andy against the wall, shoving her tongue down his throat before kissing his neck, hurriedly unbuttoning his shirt and kissing her way down. "I wore it specially for you. The pleasure she derived while teasing Andy was apparent in her body language, as Sheryl kissed and licked every inch of Andy's muscular torso while unbuckling his pants. Andy had his eyes snapped shut in pleasure as he anticipated Sheryl's kisses and he held his breath involuntarily, gasping sharply in pleasure in response to her touches.
"I want your cock." Sheryl got down on her knees and inhaled Andy's pecker into her hot and willing mouth. The familiarity and speed of these two making out made it seem apparent that it wasn't their first tryst. I wondered if Charles was aware of this arrangement or even Sheryl's very promiscuous past but I was almost certain that Emy wasn't in the know.
Sheryl was a temptress. She made a show of her blowjob, spitting on his cock, taking it as far down as she could before gagging on it, making it as hot and sloppy as it could be. Her tits weren't big, but she made it a point to bend as far forward as possible, showing Andy even more cleavage, and Andy moaned out loud again as he couldn't help but take another look down her dress.
"I need to fuck." Andy threatened as he went all animalistic, pulling his cock out of Sheryl's mouth and hauling her back up into his arms, backfacing him. He took the chance to maul her tits, causing her to gasp out loud.
"Yes, yes, yes." Sheryl threw her head back as Andy molested her boobs, pulling both her dress and bra down while manhandling her. He had then pinned her against the wall, with his left hand holding both of her wrists on top of her head, while his right hand was free to molest her. Andy had his face licking and suckling on her tits, and Sheryl held on to his hair, her face contorted in orgasmic bliss.
"This feels really good baby." Sheryl moaned out.
Andy grunted out a response, flipping her, as she squealed out in delight. "I'm so wet for you Andy baby." I could see how she thrusted her skinny ass into Andy's protruding crotch, like a bitch on heat. Sheryl had pulled aside her panties, exposing her vulva to him.
Andy acceded, whipping out a condom from his pocket and ripping it off, before rolling it down his erected pecker. "You're really eager today honey." Sheryl moaned out, as she fingered herself in front of Andy.
"Take me." She whispered out huskily, and without hesitation, Andy plunged in balls deep into her willing wanton pussy, earning a "Uhhh!", before continuing to pound Sheryl with all his might.
"That's. All. I. Could. Think. Of. Baby. Your. Hard. COCK!" Sheryl panted in response to Andy's thrusting.
