I remember the hotel was cozy, but small. And as in all small hotels, the bar closed earlier than we would like. Only I, my bride Larissa and some other couple remained at the bar closing.
Larisa finished her tequila, pulled away from the bar counter, and, staggering, headed towards me, stretching out her arms for hugs. A second later she hung on me so that we almost lost balance.
- Come on ... fool around! - she cheekily whispered in my ear, - Indulge your future wife! What could be better than drunken sex, eh?
But really.
- Only I am the bottom, because there is no strength, I drank a lot. - I warned. It was drunk a lot, maybe even more than it should.
We immediately went to the room, made a pleasant twilight there, and, confused, we climbed under a thin sheet.
- Well, my sun, where do we start? - I asked. Instead of answering, Larisa licked her lips and winked drunkenly. “Blowjob, blowjob, why not?” A vulgar line flashed through my head. I lay on my back and made myself comfortable. Larisa dived somewhere down, under a thin sheet, caught the member with her lips and immediately set to work. I heard her excited breathing and felt how she restrains her impatience - she thinks about the upcoming sex.
With a happy smile, I concentrated on my feelings, multiplied by pleasant intoxication, and suddenly out of the window I noticed a dim light outside the window. Cigarette?
Having focused my eyes with difficulty, I could see two dark figures somewhere on the other side of the window. It seems that the neighbors were standing on the terrace, and, perhaps, looked in our direction. I sluggishly cursed to myself, cursed the common terrace and the unlocked drapes, but for some reason I did not feel any particular concern about this. In the end, Lara and I are under a bed sheet, and the neighbors seem to be grown-up people, educated — they will smoke and leave ...
My thoughts floated somewhere high. “That last tequila was superfluous” - I thought. Larisa stopped sucking, her disheveled head appeared from under the sheet, her eyes gleaming happily and with excitement. She raised herself and put her hand between her legs to direct my dick to the right place. A moment later, he plunged into her crotch, narrow and hot.
“That's why I love you. Well, including for this, ”I thought.
Larissa pressed her pubis against me, made a moan and began to move her hips rhythmically.
“Lara,” I mumbled. “You know, the neighbors seem to be watching outside the window.”
- What?
- Well, those two are foreigners, they were sitting in a bar today. We have a common terrace.
- Are you sure? - She asked without stopping and looked not at me. Her gaze floated, and I realized that she drank no less than mine.
Lara stopped to fuck, awkwardly rose, added the brightness of the night light and began to peer into the mirror darkness of the window.
“I don't know,” she concluded. - It's dark. She turned to me and again entered into a rhythm, trying to cling tightly to the clitoris.
The night light now shone brighter than before, and I involuntarily pulled the sheet covering us higher - suddenly seen?
Lara's eyes were opposite mine and I couldn't help but notice how mischievous she was looking at me.
- Tell me how am you? I am beautifull? - Larissa suddenly asked, increasing the pace.
- Goddess. You have an ideal body. - I stretched.
The bride jumped off my dick and went down again, with the clear intention of sucking again. Yes, she loves blowjob and makes masterly. Relaxed, I closed my eyes, not thinking about anything.
This went on for a few magical minutes. Finally, I looked down at Larisa and suddenly realized that the sheet, which she had covered, had long since slipped. Larissa sucked naked, kneeling, cat-like backbone, back to the window. I immediately imagined what kind of view of my bride opens there, outside the window. But I did not have time to inform about my discovery, - she saddled me again, mechanically throwing a sheet on my shoulders, and earned her hips.
- Lara, I think they saw you there.
- Kaif! - Larissa muttered absently. - BUT? What you said?
She missed everything.
- While you were doing a blowjob, they saw you ... could see ... you stood back to the window ... damn, well, you can see everything!
My tongue stumbled, and it seems she did not even try to grasp the essence of my claims. Although no, it seems heard. Lara slowed down her pace and looked at me. Her pupils suddenly widened.
- BUT? Have you seen me? - She asked.
- It seems those two, I have already said.
Larisa looked at me with a long look, realizing what she heard. And at that very moment I felt that her cunt literally flowed like a river, became fiery hot and shrank.
- Hammer, I don't care. But I love you. - Larissa said suddenly, she rolled her eyes and began to fuck furiously erotic stories , covering me with drunken kisses. I wanted to say something, but under her pressure subsided and began to fall into sex-nirvana, feeling that my dick embraced something hot, wet, feminine and incredibly furious. “Is it called“ don't care ”? Incredible! ”I replied to myself.
Well, obviously: Lara wildly excited the idea that she, naked and having sex, could be accidentally seen by strangers. “Oh, there you are, Larisska is an exhibition,” I was mentally surprised. Larisa, meanwhile, nestled against me, groaning, selflessly rubbing her clit, sat down deeper and sipped by the balls. She fucked furiously, her eyes were closed, and a dreamy expression flashed on her face. God knows what she was thinking.
—... wait, I will close the curtain, - I made an effort over myself to break out of sweet oblivion, and tried to rise.
But Lara did not want to stop, she imperiously pressed me to the bed.
- Lie ... now ... Kaaif ..., - she breathed, not slowing down and not opening her eyes. It was obvious that she was entirely focused on her own thoughts and feelings.
At some point she, staying on top, turned her back to me and was facing the window. Larisa threw off the sheet and continued to ride me as if nothing had happened. Did she not take the warning seriously? I looked at the window in the hope that it seemed to me that there was no one there. For a while it seemed to me that I only see darkness. But something stirred and I clearly saw those two men behind the glass, in decent summer suits, one of whom was holding a long-dead cigarette in his hands. They stood very close, in all eyes looked at my fucking bride and occasionally whispered something. Foolish questions spun in his drunken head. “Well, why can't they sleep? ... and why in suits? Colleagues? ... fag? "
Here, apparently, Larissa opened her eyes. And finally I saw the audience, straight ahead. She looked at them, they at her. I could not see her face because she was sitting with her back to me. But I felt her pussy and buttocks tighten as the rhythm suddenly slowed down. Larisa was afraid, stopped fucking and for some reason automatically covered her chest with her hand. Absolutely meaningless action, because just below was a view of her crotch with my cock inside.
While Lara froze in confusion, I was going to make another attempt to get up and close the curtain, but at that moment one of the foreigners looked at me and approvingly lifted a thumbs up, saying, "you have it cool."
This calm and casual gesture switched something in the head.
No sooner had the foreigner removed his thumb, when confidence returned to my tipsy bride. She met his eyes and suddenly removed her hand from her chest.
All further happened very quickly.
I felt that my dick poured a new stream of hot lubricant. Larisa began to move again and quickly entered a rhythm, as if nothing had happened, this time she leaned back and showed herself to strangers in all its glory. Now she fucked openly, maintaining eye contact with a foreigner, eye to eye.
Admittedly, our "guests" to admire. My Larisa is a beauty. Narrow waist, wide hips, high breasts with small, always protruding nipples. And if you glance down, you can see a smooth pubis, under it - an unusually small clitoris and a perfectly symmetrical pink slit, widely spread apart under the pressure of my dick - a slit worthy of a queen, framed by tender, lips full of excitement.
A small digression. You know, lariskiny lips, dressed in panties or a swimsuit, always tend to form what foreigners call camel toe - an indecent crease exactly in the middle. To do with this, alas, nothing is impossible - physiology.
I was always embarrassed because this playful fold on a bathing suit, like a magnet, attracts men's looks to her crotch - on the beach, by the pool, in the gym. Everyone is looking at her quietly - both friends and strangers. It happens that if the fabric of the swimsuit is not dense enough, then it is hammered inside, into the crack, and then the strip of fabric becomes narrowly obscene, exposing the lines of the smoothly shaved pubis. Noticing this, I usually make her a sign, and Lara modestly squeezes her knees and quickly adjusts her swimsuit. Well, the surrounding ... the surrounding people do not know where to put their eyes.
I suddenly realized that I did not remember the time when she would correct the linen herself, without my remark. Maybe my shy girl likes it - quietly teasing men?
But I digress. Just five seconds later, Larisa found herself on the verge of an orgasm, she arched her back and spread her knees even wider, almost to the splits, so that the thin skin on her reddened pussy stretched and glistened. Breasts, wet with sweat, stuck up and sideways. Our night viewers moved closer to the window and froze, unable to tear their eyes from it.
- God, how I want to finish! here is almost ... Come on, help! She almost shouted, turned and looked at me wildly. Obviously, my girlfriend was already on the verge.
Despite the excitement and already begun drunken "helicopters", I realized that I simply have to help my woman finish it all, and as soon as possible. I got ready, sped up, started hammering it from the bottom, as in cheap porn movies.
In order to finish as soon as possible, Lera slightly raised herself above her member, quickly licked two fingers and began desperately teasing her clitoris, very small, like a vibrator. The orgasm was somewhere very close, but did not come.
Finally, she realized what was happening:
- Damn, I flow ... you need less lubrication.
Lara rose above, took out a member, quickly rubbed her hand, then sat down on him, slowly and defiantly, not taking her eyes off our night viewers.
The men outside the window immediately whispered excitedly and enthusiastically. One of them imitated the ring for a second with my fingers, and from this gesture I guessed that he highly appreciates the tactical and technical characteristics of the Larisian peach.
This time, the dick entered almost dryly, moderately tight, arousing every nerve inside Larissa, and within ten seconds my bride was covered with waves of the strongest orgasm; I finished almost at the same time. For two minutes we just lay trying to catch my breath.
The men outside the window again showed “Class!” With their gestures, lit a cigarette and continued the discussion lively, this time so loudly that I could hear some words. What language is this? Portuguese?
“Let's go shower,” Lara finally told me. She walked to the window with an unsteady gait, blew a kiss into the darkness and pulled the curtains.
After a shower drowsiness rolled over her.
- Love you! - She mumbled asleep, - I want to have sex on my wedding night as well as I do today.
“Uh, you raised the bar high, honey.” - I laughed it off, but, it seems, she had not heard.
Nothing, we'll think of something.