What Might Have Been
He turns towards the shower, leaving me kneeling, tasting the salty remains of his cum in my mouth. "Come and wash the sand off."
I have just sucked my first cock, willingly, enjoyed it even. I'm in a motel suite with a man I met just a few hours ago, a man almost twice my age. This man, who has just knocked my world off its very heterosexual axis, obviously wants more. And I know myself. I know that what people want I tend to give. So I'm nervous of what I might willingly do for this man.
I stand up, looking nervously towards the shower. I pick up my towel. Am I afraid of him? Or of the things I find myself doing with him, or of the feelings inside me that he is opening up? I head back into the bedroom, pick up my speedos and head for the door. I have made up my mind, I am leaving.
He is standing there, towel around his waist, strong bare chest and strong lean body, standing in the kitchenette making drinks. He is between me and the door with a smile on his face. "You leaving so soon?"
I nod, too nervous to say anything.
"Didn't your Mother teach you it's rude to leave without saying goodbye?"
I blush furiously, my hot red face giving me away.
He reads me easily, the shy straight boy trying to avoid confronting his bi side. "Shame not to rinse the sand off and clean up before you leave" he says, reaching out with his hand, stroking my cheek. His thumb rubs across my lips.
I start to stammer some sort of excuse but as my mouth parts to speak he shushes me and my mouth accepts his thumb, his dark eyes looking down into mine. "It's going to be a lonely afternoon without you, and it was looking so promising."
I whimper on his thumb as he pulls me closer to him, his hand around my back stroking my back then down and caressing and cupping my buttocks.
"I tell you what, go and have a shower, get cleaned up, we'll have lunch then I'll drive you back to the beach, the hostel, or anywhere else you want to go on this island. You can leave anytime you want, but you have to say goodbye properly." His voice becomes firmer, admonishing my attempt at a cowardly exit, his thumb slowly fucking in and out of my lips.
He leans down and kisses me, removing his thumb. His lips met mine, his tongue tracing them then slipping into my wanton mouth. My tongue dancing around his, my body reacts to his touch, snuggling closer to him, encouraged by his hands on my back and ass, my resistance melting away. My head pounding with confusion, why was I standing here kissing this guy when I had made up my mind to leave?
"You know you want to," he says grinning.
I look down ashamed, unable to look into his eyes. He lifts my face with his hand "It's only you and me. It's our own private little world in here. You haven't done anything wrong; you don't need to run away, we just had a bit of fun, relieved a bit of pressure. Nothing will happen that you don't want, relax."
I nod. He kisses me lightly on the lips and, with his hand on my ass, nods towards the shower and turns me around, sending me on my way with a gentle push.
"Damn, you have the cutest body," he says to my naked back as I head for the shower, my towel and speedos now somehow in his hands not mine. A thrill spreads through me, his compliment not lost.
"Here, take this with you, cutestuff." He hands me a drink. I take a sip, rum and coke, it tastes sweet and cool and refreshing I take another. "Damn, you even drink sexy! Go and have a shower before you turn me on again."
I blush and turn for the shower hearing him groan "that ass, that ass, that ass!"
I slip into the bathroom and down the drink in one. The shower is already running, steam rising as I step inside. I find soap and shampoo and start to wash, rinsing off the sand and sea salt from the beach and the oil from his massage. I can see him through the frosted glass of the shower, moving around the suite. He stops and watches me, a drink in his hand. He moves towards the shower and my heart skips a beat as I see his towel drop to the floor and he opens the door. Stepping in he lifts the glass to my lips. I take a sip, the mixed rum and coke tasting wonderful, reminding me how thirsty I had become out in the sun. He puts the glass on a high little shelf and takes the soap from me. "Some places are just hard to reach," he says, his arms wrapping around me and starting to soap my back.
His mouth drops to mine once again and once again my lips part for him as if it were the most natural thing in the world. His hands roam all over me soaping me up. "Put your arms around my neck," he tells me. And I do it, thrilling at the feeling of wrapping myself into this tall handsome guy. He breaks the kiss as he murmurs how hot I looked in the shower, how he couldn't help joining me. His hands are moving in a perpetual gentle motion. They glide over my ass cupping my buttocks.
He tells me how he loves my little bubble butt. He slides his fingers into my crack, his soapy fingers teasing my puckered little hole, tempting me. He tells me how much he loves touching me. His soapy finger returns to the spot and my ass moves almost involuntarily back to receive him. He pushes gently and eases his finger inside me. I moan into his neck, surprised at how gentle it feels, an invasion and yet no pain. Eased by the slippery soap his finger glides in and out of me, never coming all the way out.
When it does finally leave me, I feel empty. My hips sway following his touch, teased by the fingers that come close but don't enter until chuckling he slips another finger into me. I moan into his chest and push back onto the invading digit.
"You like this" he tells me, looking down right into me, recognising the need in me.
"Yes," I answer almost voicelessly, lost in the thrill of dancing on his fingers.
"Hot little bitch," He kisses me again, his tongue now strong and thrusting, giving me no opportunity to respond to his comment.
