#30
I didn’t expect her to go beyond a simple application, especially not in front of her boyfriend, but once again, I underestimated both her and this world.
Donna’s hands stayed on me longer than I expected. As she applied the sunscreen, her touch became more deliberate, her fingers tracing the curves of my body with a slow, calculated pressure. There was nothing rushed about it. Every movement seemed planned—almost as if she was enjoying testing her boundaries. But I wasn’t sure if I should stop her, or if I even wanted to. There was something about her calm assurance, the way she acted like this was completely normal, that made me hesitate.
I shifted slightly, still not entirely comfortable, but Donna didn’t seem to notice—or didn’t care. She was taking her time, her hands moving lower along my back, then down my thighs. She paused just before reaching the waistband of my shorts, her fingers lingering near the edge, and I could feel the tension in my chest grow tighter.
And then, like a sudden gust of wind, a voice sliced through the air, sharp and unmistakable.
“Donna. Mind your hands.”
I froze. Donna did too.
We both turned to find Ally standing a few feet away, arms folded across his chest, his eyes narrowed in a sharp, almost possessive way. The change in the air was instant—what had been a quiet, intimate moment now felt charged with tension.
“Relax,” Donna replied smoothly as if she wasn’t fazed by his interruption at all. She didn’t stop touching me. “I’m just making sure I’m doing it right. The sun’s brutal—we wouldn’t want his pretty skin to burn.”
Ally took a step closer, his gaze locking with Donna’s. “I think it’d be safer if I did it,” he said, his tone carrying an edge that didn’t belong in this casual setting.
Donna’s smile barely faltered, but the glint in her eyes told me she wasn’t intimidated. She narrowed her gaze at him, her voice calm but firm. “I’ve already started. I’m going to finish.”
I didn’t want things to escalate, but I also didn’t want to make a scene. I turned my head toward Ally, trying to diffuse the situation as much as I could. “It’s fine, Ally,” I said quickly, offering a small smile. “She’s almost done anyway.”
I could see the frustration building in Ally’s expression, but I didn’t know how to address what was going on between us. What were we? We had never actually talked about it—at least, not openly. I didn’t even know if there was something between us beyond what had happened in the bathroom earlier. But now didn’t seem like the right time to bring it up.
Ally held my gaze for a moment longer, his lips pressed into a thin line. Then, with a small, resigned sigh, he shook his head. “Whatever,” he muttered, turning away and walking back to the poolside with a flick of his wrist.
Donna didn’t miss a beat. She just smiled, unbothered, and kept going, her hands moving back up to my stomach. Her touch was more direct now, slipping under the hem of my shirt to stroke along my torso, just below my ribs. The heat from her fingertips was almost unbearable, and the way she did it—so smooth, so confident—made it impossible to ignore the electric tension coursing through me.
I wanted to say something, but I wasn’t sure what.
“I’m gonna touch your chest for a bit, Al. After all, we can’t skip these parts, can we?”
“I don’t think I would need sunblock there.”
“Oh? But I believe you do. We can’t have you get burned here, you know,” Donna said with a teasing grin before slipping her fingers up the front of my shirt and into each bra cup.
I moaned softly, not even trying to stop her anymore. My body had long stopped resisting her touch. As her fingers caressed my chest beneath the bra, I couldn’t help but wonder—when did my nipples get so sensitive? Was this just another perk of this world’s body?
Her touch lingered, her fingertips grazing over my nipples in a way that made me squirm slightly, pleasure blooming in unexpected places.
“You’re so tense,” she said, smirking.
I met her gaze. “Am I?”
“Oh, yeah,” she chuckled. “You’ve got cute, pretty buds. Rodrigo’s were bigger, but yours have their charm.”
“Bigger?” I repeated, confused. “You mean… Rodrigo has boobs?”
She giggled. “His nipples are plumper.”
Now that I thought about it, Rodrigo did have a noticeable shape under his bra, though he kept himself well-covered. Still, this raised another question.
“So… is bigger better? Or small?”
“That’s a tough one,” Donna mused, her fingers continuing their slow glide. The sudden chill of the lotion she applied made me shiver. She worked her way down again, her hands bold and confident.
“I guess it depends on the woman,” she added, leaning closer until her breath tickled my ear. “Though I like things bigger down there. And from what I’ve felt, you beat him.”
Her words sent a pulse of heat through me. I stared at her, taking in the desire swimming in her eyes, the way her smile curled with wicked delight.
This girl… she’s something else.
She was seducing me. Boldly. Shamelessly. In front of her boyfriend. In front of everyone.
Was this normal here? Was promiscuity just… casual?
“Fuck, baby boy, I can smell how turned on you are. I can practically taste you.” Just as she said this, I felt her hand run down my thighs and grab the bulge on my crotch.
A gasp left my mouth open, “H, hey.”
“That’s it, you’re coming with me!”
In an instant, I felt cool air where Donna had been pressed against me, and she had my hands in hers, leading me towards the house. I was practically running, trying to keep up with her. I panicked, wondering if this was okay. I looked at the guys where Rodrigo was, but no one seemed to have noticed us. They were at the bar next to the pool, ordering drinks and chatting.
Without any preamble, Donna swings open the door to an unoccupied washroom and swiftly locks the door before turning to me. Her breathing is laboured, and the look in her eyes is wild and full of lust. She looks like she would devour me whole as she slowly runs her tongue over her lower lip.
“Donna.” I look back at her, worry and hesitation etched in my face.
“Don’t!” But she stopped me before I could say anything else, and I was pinned to the door, my lips pressed against hers.
I was surprised and struggled to push her away, but she was so strong, pinning me against the washroom door. Before I knew it, I was responding. Softly, our lips pushed together, but as our lips parted and our tongues slid into each other’s mouths, our passions began to boil up. I could feel myself begin to harden as she leaned into me, and my arms wrapped around her.
“I know you want this, so don’t fight me,” she said before I felt her hands slide down onto my ass, squeezing and pulling me toward her. My rock-hard erection pressed against her abdomen.
“But Rodrigo would…”
“He won’t know.”
She cut me off again.
“But.”
“Trust me,” Donna said as she kissed my lips. I groaned in pleasure when I felt her hand rubbing my cock through the tenting fabric of my shorts, “And besides, I know you’ve been wanting this just as much as I do. And this is the proof.”
I did. But I didn’t need to say it before she was on me again. Her hands combed through my hair as my hands slid up her sides. My thumbs slid up her stomach, and then I caught the feel of the bottom of her bra. Excitement pulsed through me, causing my hips to push into her as she continued her gyrations.
I found her nipples with my thumbs and began to slowly rub the excited nubs in a circular motion. I raised her bra, exposing her small, pert breasts. Her breasts were finely formed and smaller.
I leaned forward and took one of her little nipples in my mouth and gently sucked on it. As I rolled my tongue over her nipple, it began to harden in my mouth, and a little whimper escaped from her lips. I took turns rolling each of her hard little nipples between my lips and gently tugging on the sensitive flesh between my teeth.
“You suck my tits like a baby,” she grinned. “No one had nourished them like you did.”
“Not even Rodrigo?”
“He does, sometimes, lick them, but surely not as good as you,” she said, moaning as I lapped her tits. “Although I want this to continue, we don’t have much time.”
I thought we would do it immediately when she said that, but before I could pull her underwear, she placed her hands on my shoulders and pushed me down. “Make me wet first,” she said as she watched me drop to my knees with a playful smirk on her face.
“You’re already wet,” I said while lightly brushing my tongue downwards over her smooth belly until it settled in the recess of her belly button. Donna had that lovely aroma of a woman who had recently washed with a slightly scented soap. My tongue left a trail of wet saliva from her breasts down over her flat stomach to her belly button.
“No, not yet. Just do it,” she grumbled before pulling my head into her crotch.
She was wearing a pair of white lacy crotchless knickers framing her perfectly smooth hairless pussy.
“Thank me,” she said. “I just shaved it smooth in the bath, especially for you.”
“Isn’t it for Rodrigo?” I rolled my eyes.
“You’re the one who’s in front of it now.” Donna mused. “Whoever I shaved it for doesn’t matter. Just do as I tell you,”
I moved between her slightly open legs and lightly brushed my tongue up the sensitive flesh of her inner thighs. The contact made her part her legs a little more. I seductively licked the length of each of her thighs, gently tickling and teasing her with my tongue.
As I licked, I could smell her musky arousal. I love her smell. After teasing her for some time I pushed her legs apart and licked the length of her wet slit. As my tongue made contact with her slit she let out a long low moan. I gently teased open her love lips and lapped at the wetness of her hole as it opened up beneath my tongue.
“Haah, this is it~ I needed this~!” she moaned as she gently grabbed onto my hair to help guide the pace. “You’re much better than Rod. Fuck! I could get addicted to this~”
I carried on probing Donna’s pussy with my tongue. She was becoming very wet, and my mouth and chin were becoming shiny as her wet juices coated them. I gently tugged on her long, love lips with my teeth, pulling them further open and exposing the juicy wetness of her pink hole within. I started to concentrate my tongue on her clit, slowly rolling my tongue over it with gentle pressure. Donna was forcing her hips back up to meet my mouth. I looked up from between her legs and was met with a lust-hungry glare staring down at me.
“That’s it, that’s the part. Lick it more…! Do you like it, Al? Hmm, do you like the taste of my pussy?”
I didn’t respond. Instead, I alternated between pushing my tongue deep into her wet hole drinking and tasting her juices, then moving up to nibble lightly on her clit. I could feel her little clit hard and engorged on my tongue as I licked her. Donna let out another long moan. I could tell from her bucking hips and the copious wetness oozing out from her pussy that she was well on the way to her orgasm.
Just as Donna felt her insides draw up tight and ready to blow, she suddenly pulled my head away from her crotch before stepping back and bending over the sink. “As much as I like to drench your lovely face with my juice, that would be problematic. So come here, Al, and fuck me!”
Am I really going to do this?
To be honest, I don’t feel any remorse even if I fuck Donna right now. It’s just that I feel like this is very wrong. After all, Rodrigo is my friend. And he’s been rather caring about me.
“What the fuck are you doing?! Come on! Don’t tell me you’re going to chicken out now?!” she glared at me.
Fuck! I don’t care anymore. As I said that, I pulled my shorts down and freed my rock-hard erection. The contrast between her tiny, pink pussy and my cock was fantastic. I held my breath as the head of my dick disappeared between her lips. Fuck! So tight!
Donna let out a deep, sexy moan.
“Fuck!” she cursed. “Why the hell are you so big?!”
I could feel the surprise and shock in her voice. Then she started pleading for me to stop and move slowly, but I didn’t listen and instead, gradually worked more and more of my shaft inside her. It felt incredibly good, tight but good as her pussy stretched to accommodate me.
When I was completely inside and my balls finally touched her clit, Donna has her head paste on the sink, crying loud, feeling her tremendous orgasm.
