“It’s over this way.” Jake walked his bike between the trees, then along a narrow walking path. They followed until they came to a sharp, rocky rise.
“Over here.” Trey grabbed his backpack, which had been fastened to the back of his bike, and flung it over his shoulders. Jake grabbed Danielle’s pack and his own, and they followed Trey.
Danielle wasn’t too sure about the idea of taking shelter in a dark, dingy cave, the thought of bats and other subterranean creatures stirring disturbing fears.
When she saw the wide, fairly open, but sheltered area under the rock overhang, she sighed in relief. The area was about twelve feet wide, surrounded on three sides by rock walls and inset about eight feet under the rock overhang. She could cope with this.
She stepped inside the shelter, followed by Jake. Trey dropped his backpack on the ground and unzipped it. He tugged out a rolled blanket and spread it out on the ground, then produced a couple of beach towels, which he tossed on the blanket, still folded. They looked like comfy cushions to sit on.
She heard the zip of Jake’s bag behind her.
“You’re drenched,” he said.
She felt soft terry cloth as Jake dropped a towel over her head, then proceeded to dry her hair.
When he freed her head from his towel-handed grip, she noticed that Trey had removed his sopping wet shirt.
Jake dropped the towel, then pulled his shirt off, too.
“You know, you really should take that wet shirt off .” Jake’s blue eyes glinted, enhancing his totally devilish grin.
“I could do that, but then you’d see me in only my bra.” She smiled. “We couldn’t have that.” She reached under the back of her shirt and unfastened her bra, tugged the loop of one strap past her elbow and worked her arm free, then did the same with the other side. . . . Then she reached under the front of her shirt and tugged the bra down and out.
Both men’s gazes glued to her breasts, which she was aware might as well have been naked given the wet, nearly transparent fabric clinging to them. It was totally sexy knowing she was totally covered by the shirt . . . yet hid nothing.
“You’re right. That’s much better,” Trey said.
She wriggled out of her shorts and tossed them to the side, then turned and knelt down while she positioned a towel, quite aware she was flashing them an eyeful of practically naked derriere. She shifted around, then stretched out on the blanket, her head resting on the towel.
“Mmm. Maybe it’s a good time for a nap. I’m a little cold, though.”
Both men pounced to her side, then wrapped their arms around her, cocooning her between them.
“Do you think the rain will last long?” she asked.
“I certainly hope so,” Trey said as his hand strayed under her shirt and up her stomach, then covered her cold breast.
“And in the meantime, I wouldn’t mind something to nibble on.” Jake sat up and leaned toward her. His mouth covered her hard, aching nipple through the cloth, and she sighed as the heat surrounded her.
She stroked her hand over the front of Jake’s shorts, finding a growing bulge. Her hand found Trey, and he guided her hand inside his already open fly to wrap around his hardening cock, still surrounded by the light cotton of his boxers. He held her hand in place as he disposed of his shorts, then shifted her h
and briefly as he pulled away the boxers. She grasped his hot hard cock again and squeezed.
Jake drew away, then stood up to dispose of his remaining clothes. Danielle noticed a few large rocks along the side of the cave, big enough to sit on.
“Over there.” She pointed. “Sit on that rock.”
Both men, naked, rippling muscles glistening with moisture, sat beside each other on the largest rock. She knelt in front of them and grasped each of their cocks in her hand. She pressed them together and licked the tips, so hard and warm. She surrounded Jake’s cockhead with her lips, then glided up and down his long cock; then she swallowed Trey’s thicker cock and took him in and out.
She remembered what it was like to hold both cocks in her mouth at the same time, and wanted that again. She lapped her tongue around the base of Trey’s cockhead, then stretched her mouth to slide Jake’s narrower cockhead inside, too. Both men, pressed tight together, filled her mouth. She squeezed them and sucked, stroking the hard shafts with her hand.
Having both of them inside her mouth thrilled her. She felt hot tingling between her legs, her sex longing for these same cocks. Could they both fit . . . there?
The thought made wetness flood from her opening. She pushed herself up and dragged the crotch of her thong to one side, then arched over them. She squeezed their cocks together and lowered herself to them. Jake’s eyes widened as he realized what she was going to do. At the first pressure of the two cockheads against her slit, she moaned. They pressed against her wetness and she eased downward. Trey’s hand wrapped around the cocks, holding them in place as she lowered onto them. The cockheads pushed inside a little, stretching her. Wider . . . and wider. They were hard . . . and big . . . and she wanted them thrusting inside.
She lowered a little more, but couldn’t quite take them in. Maybe she’d tensed in her anticipation . . . or maybe they were just too big. But she wanted a cock inside her.
She moaned in frustration.