Our Love Story

“Like, you rented a beach?”

“When you have enough money, you can rent anything you want. So, yes. This is my private beach for today. When I do videos for the MeTube channel, my sponsor doesn’t want any other labels or billboards or people to be in the footage. Liability bullshit. So, I try to go to secluded places and sometimes I have to pay for them. Which I did today. For you and me.”

“That makes me feel better,” she tells me as she runs her hands over my abdomen, counting the lines of abs. “I didn’t even know people had ten packs,” she jokes.

If she’s touching my chest, I’ll reciprocate. I run my hands over her breasts, plucking her hard nipples with my fingers. I watch her sharp intake of breath, the sensation clearly pleasing her. “And I didn’t know virgins had tits that porn stars would get wet for.”

“You like them?” She looks down at herself. “I’ve never shown them to a man before. I’ve always wondered if they were too big or if my nipples were weird.”

I have no fucking clue what she’s talking about. “Baby, you must be a virgin for sure, because if any man ever saw your rack, they would have told you they are perfection.”

She smiles up at me, my words clearly putting her insecurities to rest.

“I’m glad I’ve been a virgin for so long. It makes being here with you guys so much more special.”

It’s so fucking hot to hear her talk like that, talking about being a virgin and wanting to be here.

“You think Ethan was able to make headway with the police or the embassy today?” she asks, her hands reaching below my board shorts, taking hold of my hard cock. I moan, unable to focus when she runs her hand up and down my length.

I take a deep breath, trying to focus. “I’m sure he did. And you filled out the papers this morning before we left, so you’ll get your replacement passport in no time.”

I don’t want to get pissed right now, not when Chloe and I are half-naked and her hand is on my cock. But the police called this morning telling us that Jordan Connors left the country around midnight last night on his private plane. They didn’t find anything of Chloe’s in the condo, either.

“I’m just glad that he didn’t force you to do anything you didn’t want to do. I am glad you are still a virgin, because I’d have hated that fucker for taking anything so precious from you.”

“I was thinking about that...” Chloe says.

“Thinking about what?”

“Well, the first time I have complete, vaginal sex, I want it to be with all of you guys at once. But you know how last night I touched each of you? I was wondering maybe I could do something like that with each of you guys on our own before we all do it together. It could give me a chance to get more comfortable with each of you. Like what you mentioned this morning?”

“I like where this is going,” I tell her.

She squeezes my cock playfully. “Oh yeah? Where’s it going?”

“It’s going someplace dirty.”

She nods. “Yeah, it kinda is.” She laughs, her willingness to explore new parts of herself is such a fucking turn on. “I was thinking maybe you could help me come up with an idea that we could do right now... before we go back to the house?”

“I have a perfect idea,” I tell her, running my hands over her big breasts. Her tits are so perfect and right. “But I’m gonna need you on your back.”

A few minutes later I’ve laid a large beach towel on the sand, and watch as Chloe lies down on her back, her tits facing the sun.

“I can’t believe you managed to get me up on that surfboard,” she murmurs as I lean over her.

“I’m not. You were determined. I like that about you, Chloe, you didn’t give up. Have you always been like that?”

“I guess so,” she says, wrapping her legs around me, so primed for fucking even if that’s not on the table for today. But my cock has no problem letting her know what it wants, it pushes against her covered pussy like a naughty beast. “Ever since I was eighteen I’ve been on my own, no family to help me with anything, and it’s made me resilient. Made me determined. I couldn’t fail too badly because I knew there was no one else looking out for me, no one who I could rely on to catch my fall.”

“It served you well today,” I tell her, realizing she has been taking care of herself for far too long.

She sighs contentedly. “So, what kind of game do you have in mind for us? Good old fashioned dry humping?” We both laugh at the teenage version of fucking.