I’m not quite sure how long me and Jazz made out, but when we stopped for a breather, we’d drifted a bit further out from shore and to the east of our condo. Our little posse has spread out, all of us at least thirty yards or so apart from each other. Devin and Celia, who are the closest to us and a bit further out in the water, wave to us before turning back to each other. Brent and the twins are closer to shore. He seems to be glued at the lips with Ladaysha, while Brianna is holding onto him from behind, kissing away at his shoulders and neck.
I’m not sure what part of his body she’s holding onto, though.
Jazz laughs. “That one’s Brent, right?” she asks me. When I nod, she continues, in a whisper as a couple of kids around the age of ten or so float by, “Brianna’s gonna make him nut before we even get back up to the room. I just know she’s jacking him off.” As Jazz says this, she turns to look at me before glancing down.
“And speaking of jacking off. . .”
My suspicions were correct.
Jazz removes one hand from my shoulders and trails it down my chest and abs, then pauses at my swim shorts. A couple seconds later, her hand continues downwards, and she strokes my hardened member through the fabric. I can’t help but groan.
“You like that, Scott?” she whisper in my ear. I can only nod.
Jazz removes her hand and rubs my six pack for a moment, then slides her hand down again. This time, she actually reaches into my shorts and takes a firm hold of me once more. I gasp and involuntarily make a humping motion, then reach down to grab onto her ass and hold on for dear life.
Jazz steers us until we’re positioned to where she’s looking back at the shore over my shoulder, while I’m looking out to sea. Probably to make it less likely that people will see my face as I react to the glorious hand job.
She REALLY knows her stuff, focusing her attention mostly on my balls and frenulum, usually gently scratching at the latter with a fingernail before grasping and yanking on me again.
I grit my teeth and groan. “Jazz, let’s wait till we’re back up at the rooms.” She merely shushes at me and jacks me off at a faster rate.
In less than two minutes, the pressure builds to unbearably high levels. Jazz makes out with me again to prevent me from making too much noise as my balls twitch and relieve themselves of their load into the Gulf water.
“Y-you couldn’t have wa-waited, either?” I ask her between breaths.
Jazz giggles and shakes her head. “Scott, anything my cousins can do for Brent, I can do for you, and better.”
I laugh and nod. “I believe you. Now, let’s turn around. It’s your turn,” I say, bringing a hand up from her butt to her tummy. She beams at me and obeys.
I slip my hand down under her clothing and rub at her sex. To my delight, I find she’s already fairly turned on; I can tell just by how she’s exuding more heat than just a few minutes earlier. Jazz lets out a sigh and leans back into me, laying her head on my shoulder. She playfully nibbles on my earlobe as I slowly work my hand across her pussy lips and clit.