Mountain birds busy chatter and rays of sunlight seeping into the cabin suggest a beautiful day is unfolding.
It's a little uncomfortable on the narrow bed but Annie is pleased to be next to the still sleeping Jim.
On waking her hand has gone straight to his cock and as for every morning they have woken together Jim is erect.
"Reflection time," thinks Annie. "Not sure how to angle this. Confess! Keep quiet and hope the guys don't talk! Blame someone!"
Jim stirs in his sleep and smiles just as he does most mornings with Annie's hand on his cock.
Annie's hand instinctively begins a gentle rhythmic movement encircling Jim's erection.
"Oh well. If I pull him off I can at least argue he's still getting sex." she reasons.
Annie knows its a pretty piss weak argument to a wronged man.
Jim's hips start to to roll with Annie's rhythm. She loosens her grip slightly and allows her fingers to slip and slide over Jim's penis. Up to the head and with a rapid swirling action to slither down the shaft to momentarily cradle his balls, then back up the shaft to the head. Repeating and repeating.
Each passage of her hand carries an almost unmeasurable electric charge. Tiny but intensifying stimulation.
Jim wakes. He smiles at Annie. She smiles and lays in the crook of his arm. Her hand does not relent. They both know a conclusion is required. Jim is going to cum.
He throws off the bed covers.
Annie quickly regathers them.
Jim kicks them away again.
"Too hot,' his only explanation.
Annie sits up in bed. Jim admires her beauty and looks lustfully at her breasts swinging as pulling continues.
She quickly casts her eyes around the cabin.
"Where are the guys?" she whispers.
Two sleeping forms can be seen in the furtherest bunk from them.
"Discreet,"she notes.
As she turns her head back and just as Jim insistently takes her hand to maintain the waning rhythm on his cock Annie sees Chris. His is sitting up, in the bed next to them on Jim's side. His back is against his pillow. Their eyes meet and hold for long seconds, then she watches his eyes trace over the scene before him. After scanning both their naked bodies Chris' eyes come to rest on Jim's erect cock poking out lewdly with Annie's hand returned to it's rhythmic stimulation.
Jim lays his head on his pillow, his eyes half shut.
Annie sits above Jim now, pulls his cock while looking directly at Chris as he rests his head on one arm, smiles and raises his eyebrows. Annie responds to his eyebrows by raising her own. A smile plays on their lips.
Keeping her eyes on Chris, Annie drops to kiss Jim's neck and chest. She moves to kiss his nipples, her tongue darting around their tiny tightening hardness.
Not for a second do theirs eyes lose contact as Annie licks over Jim's tight stomach, dipping the tip of her tongue into his belly button. She turns her head, mouth opening to guide the beautiful blue/pink head of Jim's outstandingly erect cock into her mouth.
Her eye contact with Chris never waivers and a thrill of confidence and power surges through her body as she watches Chris' expression alter from almost smug lustfulness to awe.
Chris too has kicked the covers off. He holds his cock in his hand, erect and ready.
Annie feasts and allows her eyes to trail over Chris' body to his thick hard cock. She slurps loudly as Jim's cock emerges from her mouth only to disappear again. Annie sets the rhythm.
Annie realises that she is now kneeling up over Jim's pelvis. Chris can see not only her erotic administration to his friend but also her naked body pulsing with each sucking movement.
Then she remembers "The boys behind her! Well if they are awake and watching their view would be of my raised backside and open pussy moving to the sexual beat. Are they looking? Jim's cock tastes so good. I'm not stopping now. Anyway Jim threw back the covers not me. It's his call. Hope they enjoy because I'm going to."
Annie moves to lay her head on Jim's belly. She finally closes her eyes breaking the spell with Chris. She knows he is lustfully watching every move, suck, slurp, tongue whip and bite she is dishing out on Jim's mighty erect cock. Under this kind of scrutiny Annie is pulling out every trick she knows. Cocksucker pride is at stake.
She felt the intake of breath and bass rumble in Jim's body before he spoke.
"Morning Chris."
"You're a lucky bastard." Annie hears Chris' wispy reply with only one ear and no bass.
"She's great," Jim rumbles.
"Amazing," agrees Chris thinly.
Annie purringly continues to slurp and suck deeply at Jim's cock.
There is an interminable pause in the conversation.
Finally she hears Chris say almost in a whisper to Jim "Any chance of some of that for me?"
Jim's response is calm with only a slight tremor easily explained by Annie's erotic oral manipulation.
"Well that really is up to Annie, but I have no objections."
Jim's body however is completely revealing from the moment of Chris' question. Annie feels his pulse surge, his temperature climb, his sweat ooze. Adrenaline prickles his skin and electricity flows along invisible ties that link them.
