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The Mediterranean Guesthouse - Chapter 4

Date: 11/22/2015, Categories: Hardcore, Masturbation, Author: arsch_chiis, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

with hair, but with Archie, it seems he is confident without hair and the maybe the confidence more than anything else is appealing. All sl**piness has now left me with these thoughts. I look at Archie next to me, sl**ping, and I would like nothing more than to wake him up with a kiss and ask him to make love to me again. I think about the short time we will only have together, after this night he is here only for three more nights, then gone maybe forever. Already I am sad at the thought of losing him so soon after finding him, and I am cursing at the days that I missed my opportunity earlier on the week to try to talk to him, get to know him, maybe we could have had more time together. But I hesitate to touch him now, he looks so content and tired, maybe he wants just to sl**p. I turn on my back next to him, and move closer, so that my shoulder is next to his hand, touching the warm skin. I spread my legs and pull up my knees slightly, so that my right leg is touching his left one, and I bring my left hand on my belly, with my right hand on my thigh. I imagine his warm, strong, heavy hand on my belly, moving slowly, side to side, then up and down. Slowly, moving closer to my breasts, I move my hand and imagine it to be Archie touching me. Now I move my right hand on top of my wet pussy and imagine his cock there, ready to enter me, pulsing, delicious thick head on my pussy lips, teasingly close. My left hand is now on my breasts, touching my sensitive nipples. With ... Archie's sl**py breathing as my guide, I start to move my finger inside me, as slowly as he fucked me on the beach at first. I am so wet and aching for it to be Archie, not me. After a while I start pushing two fingers inside me, then three, but it doesn't feel the same as his dick. I am now almost crazy with lust, with desire to have him move inside me and make me explode again. I stop. I want it to be him, I do not want to do it myself. Not when I have him here with me. I turn back to face him, looking at him at the faint light coming in from the open window. He is on his back, sl**ping naked same as me, and I can see the outline of his cock under the sheet. It is so close. I raise my hand from under the sheet, and slowly, very slowly I take my hand above Archie's cock. Now my hand is just inches away, and I am taking it closer. Finally with just the tip of my finger, I delicately brush the head of his cock through the sheet. He does not wake up, but I can notice his cock twitch a little. I repeat the touch, and his cock twitches again in his sl**p. Again. And again. I can see his cock growing now, bigger, more eager, pulsing and straining the sheet. Again. I can feel his member is hard now, and the desire to grab it and squeeze is stronger than ever. But I resist. He is still asl**p, and now part of me is wanting to find out how long I can continue until he wakes up. And I think when he wakes up, he maybe won't be too angry at me. Or maybe he will be angry at me, and punish me? ...