Margot hosts (Part 2)

(Continued from Part 1)

Back downstairs from the roof deck, Margot slipped behind the Celandine bar and pulled a cold bottle of mineral water from the fridge. Droplets formed on the clear glass immediately in the warm air. She carried it to room #3, Impératris, feeling a cool rivulet run down the inside of her wrist. She knocked.

Lauro, one half of the Brazilian backpacking couple visiting town, answered the door wrapped at the waist in a plush white towel. Water droplets adorned his shoulders and smooth, light brown chest. He was fit, Margot noticed, looking over his arms and firm stomach. The young couple’s backpacks leaned together in the corner and Lívia’s thin beige tee, which she had been wearing sans bra when they arrived at the hotel, lay on the duvet. Now she was happily sunbathing topless on the roof. Lauro didn’t seem phased in the least by Margot’s unannounced presence at his door, but instead waved her in.

“I brought you something to take up to the roof deck with you.”

“You saw Lívia?”

“I did, she is a beautiful girl. You must feel like a lucky boy.”

“Of course, she is wonderful. We have fun together.” He paused, looking at her tee on the bed and raising his dark eyebrows. “But one person isn’t everything, you know?”

“I think I do, yes.” Margot toyed with the topmost button of her blouse. “I’ve never been the monogamous type myself.”

“What does it mean?”

“Only seeing one person at a time.”

“Oh no, we’re not like that.”

“What do you miss with Lívia?”

“Well,” he said, looking down at Margot’s chest. “She’s quite petite, which is very nice, but there are things I miss about bigger… seios, you know?”

“Like mine?”

“Yes, like yours.”

Margot reached down and pulled his towel so it dropped around his ankles. He sprung free, already beginning to stiffen. She surveyed the rest of his body: long, straight dick, trimmed pubic hair, smooth balls, nice thighs. Her nipples stiffened.

“Do you think about large breasts?”

“Yes.”

“What do you think about doing with them?”

“Touching. Lifting. Squeezing them around me.”

“Around…?” She motioned to his penis with her eyes and undid a button of her blouse. “You’re quite a long boy, do you think these are big enough for you?” She squeezed her breasts together, imagining his rigid length between them. It excited her. She thought back to the film she and Lena had watched together at the Fria. Isn’t this familiar? She thought, holding back a smile.

“I think they’re perfect.” He wrapped his hand around himself, coaxing it to grow fully hard.

Margot popped the remaining buttons and tossed her blouse onto the duvet next to Lívia’s tee. Lauro studied every movement as he slowly stroked his now-rigid erection. She reached around and unclasped her teal underwire bra, laying it beside the blouse. The young man stared at the thin lace cups for a beat before looking up to Margot’s large, fully exposed breasts, now settled into their natural and intoxicatingly inviting position. Her peach nipples contrasted excitingly with the cool tone of her denim shorts, which she still wore. Lauro stepped forward and leaned to kiss her.

“No, honey.” She placed her fingers over his lips. “We have to be quick. Your lovely Lívia is expecting you soon.” She pushed him by the chest to sit naked on the edge of the bed. Margot stood, pressing her voluminous breasts together in front of his face. “Spit.”

The boy spit into her cleavage.

“Mmm, good boy. Again.”

She rubbed her breasts together to spread the saliva between them and knelt on a soft rug beside the bed where Lauro sat, erection pressed vertically against his stomach. Margot deftly hooked it forward with her pointer finger and captured it between her slick inner curves. She felt the rigidity and length of it against her softness and pulled him deeper until his underside was against her sternum. She rolled her stiff nipples in slow circles as she lubed up the boy’s slender shaft with his own saliva. It disappeared between her smooth, evenly-tanned breasts. They found a rhythm together, and soon both Lauro and Margot were moaning in time.

A bar of sunlight slipped between the curtains and stretched across the room to kiss the boy’s right arm. The golden light gave the scene a cinematic quality, Margot thought. She felt Lauro’s hips pump to reveal and then hide his shiny head slick with saliva and pre-ejaculate. She savored the sensation. It had been too long since she had felt a man against her.

“Can beautiful Lívia do this?” She teased quietly.

“Oh no, only you with your magical tits.”

“Are they magical?” She widened her eyes, playing along. “Can they make you do anything I want?”

“Oh yes.”

“Tell me that tia Margot’s are the best pair you’ve ever felt.”

The boy didn’t miss a beat. “Oh tia Margot, your tits are the best pair I’ve ever felt around me.”

“Mmm, is tia Margot going to make you come?”

“Oh yes. Keep going.”

“Lívia has those perky little tips that are so delicious to suck and twirl, doesn’t she?” The thought of the young woman’s lithe body turned her on even more.

“Nnng, yes.”

“But only Margot has these big soft titties for you to lose yourself between.”

“Ai, meu Deus.”

“There you go, come for me. I want you to shoot it all over my chest.”

“Vou gozar!”

Lauro gave one final thrust between Margot’s breasts, which he squeezed around himself desperately, before he began ejaculating onto her upper chest and neck. She could feel his long, strong shaft pulsing with the waves of his orgasm. His smooth balls pressed against her stomach.

“I love shooting onto your tetonas,” he grunted as a spurt draped itself over her clavicle.

“I love feeling it.” She imagined circling his taut brown nipples with her tongue, but couldn’t quite reach. “There’s so much.” A rivulet of thick pearly semen dripped down to her own stiff right nipple. His orgasm subsided and the boy leaned back on the bed, Margot’s lace bra pinned under one elbow and Lívia’s tee under the other.

Margot sat back on her heels and picked up the damp towel Lauro had been wearing. She dabbed her chest and neck clean of the young man’s impressive load, wiped her hands, then delicately wiped the dripping tip of his still-hard cock. He watched as she pulled her bra from under him and put it back on, followed by the pearl gray Ibizan blouse. She left the top three buttons undone.

Lauro lounged in a happy post-orgasm daze on the bed. The bar of sunlight crossed his slowly softening penis. Margot retrieved the cool bottle of mineral water from the dresser, leaving behind a ring of condensation, and propped it against the boy’s thigh.

“Now get up to that gorgeous, half-naked girl.”

On her way back to the lobby, Margot passed along the edge of the sunlit patio. A few members of the sketching club still sat in the shade of a canvas umbrella, tracing the advancing shadows in the bougainvillea across the white pads in their laps. She admired their patience and curiosity, thought again of Lena. A familiar voice from the far corner caught her attention.

“Mind if I take your picture, Margot?” It was Luc, seated beneath the trailing solandra. His old Japanese SLR sat on the table beside the novel he had just closed. “You’ve got a glow going on.”

Margot blushed, the sensations from her encounter in the cool quiet of room #3 were still fresh on her skin. She laughed. “Why not!”

She sat on the bench beside the table and leaned back against the stucco wall. A bottle of mineral water, half-drained but still studded in cool droplets, stood on the table. She thought again of the film screening at the Fria. Luc was there too, she had seen him and Juro slip out early. “Mind if I have a sip?”

“Please.” He raised the viewfinder to his eye.

As Margot put the cool bottle to her lips and tipped it back, a big drop of condensation landed on her chest, running in a cold rivulet down between her breasts. Just then the shutter snapped.