“You BITCH!”
Melanie gasped, quickly draping the towels over her as best she could. He looked at her, and under his hard gaze she blushed, not only because of her current state but also because she recalled the wicked thoughts that raced through her mind the first time she saw him. Her pussy contracted and she stifled a moan.
“Not you. Him.” He looked away, dismissing her, and turned his attention to the man standing between her outstretched legs. “Mark, how could you?” he asked, coming into the room.
Mark laughed, and made no effort to wipe the drying come on his face. “Careful, Trevor. If you keep that up, you’re liable to lose your tip.”
“Goddamn it, Mark! She’s a guest of the hotel! Do you realize how much trouble you’ll be in if she reports this?”
“Well, I don’t think there’s much chance of that. Do you, Melanie?” The best she could manage was a quick shake of the head. “We both know that’s not the real reason you’re upset, don’t we? And just how long were you standing there anyway? Did you get a good show?”
Trevor stepped forward until he stood right in front of Mark, both of them opposite your feet. His face grew agitated. “I was not –”
“Really?” Mark laughed again, surprisingly calm in the face of the older man’s anger. “Then why is this,” he said, gripping the swelling in Trevor’s crotch, “so nice and hard?”
Melanie noticed the size of the bulge that Mark was squeezing and her pussy contracted again. This time her moan was audible.
Mark slid his hand up and down the front of Trevor’s pants, stroking the full length of his cock. “Why, Trevor? It couldn’t be because you saw me kissing this, could it?”
Suddenly, she was naked again, dimly aware that Mark had flicked the towel out of her grasp. She shrieked, instinctively covering her oily pussy with her hand.
“It’s all right, Melanie.” Mark’s voice was gentle, soothing. With an effort, she lifted her gaze to see that both men’s eyes were on her now. Involuntarily, her nipples puckered as they stared at her exposed flesh. She felt Mark gently tugging at her hand and she didn’t fight him as he lifted it up and placed it on her stomach. “Isn’t she beautiful, Trevor?”
“Do you want to know how she tastes?”
Her heart began pounding as she watched Mark kiss Trevor lightly on the lips, his tongue snaking out to rim the salt and pepper moustache. As the two men opened their mouths and kissed hungrily, her hand pulled on her distended nipple. She felt the cycle starting again; the butterflies tumbling in the pit of her stomach, her skin arcing from hot to cold as the blood rushed to her engorged clit. She pinched her nipple harder as Mark’s hands undid Trevor’s belt.
“Touch her,” she heard Mark say. “I know it’s called a snatch but trust me, it won’t bite.”
Melanie felt Trevor’s hand on her mound, softly, tentatively, like a bird fluttering in the grass. His fingers grazed lightly over her silken hair, coming ever so close to her clit. She gasped as his finger traced a line down the center of her dripping gap. She heard and felt all of this, but her eyes were focused on the parting zipper, the pants tumbling to the floor, and the thick, pendulous cock as it bobbed freely in the air.