Colby
Have you ever tried lugging video surveillance equipment while your cock is rock hard and your balls are threatening to explode? Nope? Well… don’t.
My brain may have switched into work mode, but my body is still jonesing for another taste of that premium pussy. Damn, the way she writhed against my face as I slid my tongue deep…
“Are you gonna stare at the pretty trunk or open the fucking thing? These bags are heavy, Maitland.”
Yeah, the whole brain switching into work mode thing was total fucking crap… I am so screwed.
Turning to face the feisty woman, I have to hold in a tortured groan. She’s built for sin. Always had been, but before I got a taste I had been able to keep a lid on my urges. Now, it felt like a battle just to keep my hands from flipping that skirt up and bending her over the “pretty trunk”.
“Well Fairbanks, as you can see I have my hands full. The keys are in my pants pocket though,” I bat my eyelashes innocently. “Feel free to grab them.”
I expect her to roll her eyes. To make a snarky comment. To shout some abuse at me.
What I don’t expect is for her to get a mischievous look on her face, slowly place her bags on the ground beside her and saunter over to me. I really don’t expect her to slide her hands down my chest and sides and slip them into my pockets.
“I wonder which pocket has the key…” she murmurs as she delves those digits into the fabric and feels around for them.
One hand latches on to the metal… the other grips my cock through the fabric and toys with it. My breath catches in my throat as she tugs at my hungry dick, my desperate state now beginning to hit a point that I know I’ll never recover from. If I blow in my boxers, right here and now, I would never live it down.
“My bad, I think they’re inside my pants sweetheart,” I chuckle, thrusting into her palm and hoping she would be the first to back down from this sexy standoff. My man card is on the line here.
With one last particularly jolted rub of my cock, she pulls her hands free and holds the keys up in front of my face. She hits the key fob, the trunk opens at my back and I watch as she retreats with the smirk of a winner on her face.
“So, we have a little less time than we were expecting. I recommend we get straight to the complex and start bugging her hut…”
This is the moment I realize what her game is. She wants me. Oh, how she fucking wants me. But she wants me desperate for her too. As if it isn’t blatantly fucking obvious my cock is crying out for her pussy. This is a battle of the sexes, who will give in first. Well, if it’s one thing I have in spades… it’s game.
I won’t be the first one to cave. I’ll get the job done and push Bri to her limit while we work. I can play this game forever…
I dump the bags into the trunk and shut it down just in time to see Briella fold herself into the passenger seat of the car. One leg slowly lifts out of view and my cock tries to drag me after it.
This might be harder than I thought.
***
“That camera keeps slipping.”
I follow Bri’s finger and whip over to the bathroom doorway. We have everything in place now but there are a few last-minute hitches we need to sort. Like the camera that didn’t want to attach to the wall.
“I’m gonna have to cement the damn thing in place. For a five-star retreat, the workmanship in this place is shady as fuck.”
I’m full of shit, and she knows it. The exposed wooden posts that make up the bones of the cabana are so intricately wound together that you can’t help but wonder how long it had taken to build the place. It was luxurious basic, if there was such a thing. Kinda like glamping.
She laughs quietly as I remedy the almost invisible camera. No way is this fucking thing ever going to move again. Chalk it up to a casualty of war.
“Okay, I have eyes everywhere… checking audio.”
I walk around, mumbling nonsense as I go to make sure she can catch it all. Not that the place is very big. It’s essentially one big hut split into a living space, separate bedroom and a doorway that sections off the bathroom. That’s it. There is a decked-out veranda at the front of the hut that looks out over the ocean and although we have that wired, it isn’t going to be the best feed. Outside never is. We’re working under the assumption that anything incriminating will be said behind closed doors. But the camera’s will at least allow us to see who’s coming and going.
“It’s good,” Bri calls over.
I give her a nod and pack up the small number of tools we’ve used. She sets about removing any trace of our little visit and in record time we’re slinking out through the back window into the trees and making our way towards the path that leads us to our hut.
We don’t speak, not until we’re clear of the area and standing on our own veranda. The island has been built with seclusion in mind. You can’t see the other cabanas from here, and likewise with all of these huts. It makes surveillance extremely tricky which is why I’d already spotted a certain “family man” celebrity with a tall redhead that looks nothing like his wife. This is the ultimate cheaters paradise.
“We’d make a fortune if we were into blackmail,” Bri sighed, still shaking her head. “What an asshole. I’m never watching his movies again.”
I nod my agreement and open the door to our home for the next 30 days. I had slung the luggage we didn’t need through the door without looking at the place earlier. Time had been of the essence, especially since the Mayor’s wife would be arriving any minute. I hold the door open for Bri and when it shuts with an audible click, I stop to take it in for the first time.
It is… fuck it’s awesome. I hadn’t expected it to be any different from the one we had just bugged, but there is one glaring difference and fuck me, it had my General back to his saluting ways.
“What the fuck is that?”
I walk around Bri, who’s standing there with her jaw hitting the floor, and slide the glass to the side.
“Well Briella, it appears to be a shower.”
“I can fucking see that dickhead,” she snaps, color infusing her cheeks. “Why the hell is it in the middle of the goddamn room?”
I cover my mouth with my hand in a bid to stifle my chuckle and try for a pensive look. The death glare she sends me however tells me I’m failing miserably.
My bad.
“It could be worse, at least the toilet is behind a door.”
I point to the glass slider that does very little to hide the toilet from view. Depending on where in the room you are, you’re gonna see some shit that should remain private.
See what I did there.
“This is a nightmare…” she grumbles and for a moment I feel bad for her. Just for a moment though.
“Okay, set up the equipment and I’ll be right with you.”
I pull my shirt over my head and unsnap my pants before dropping them to the floor.
“What the fuck are you doing?” she hisses nervously, looking around the room for god knows what. She’s adorable.
“Taking a shower.” I drop my boxers and stand there in all my naked glory, full mast and saluting her like a gentleman.
Her eyes glance to my cock and just that little bit of attention has him bobbing towards her. Desperate bastard.
Her lips twitch but no way am I going to let her gain the upper hand here. The door to the circular shower slides open easily and as I step inside, I notice Briella has taken a step closer. The water pours down from above my head at the touch of a button, already at the perfect temperature and for a moment I forget the game I’m playing and groan at the heavenly feeling. I grab the courtesy shower gel and begin lathering up my body, making way more of a show than I normally would but desperate times and all. Chancing a look, I grab a hold of my heavy dick and work the soap into him. My gaze locks on to Briella.
Briella, who hasn’t moved a muscle and is standing there in rapt attention as I drag my fist up and down my cock. Fucking hell, that’s hot. Even hotter when she raises her hand to her chest and begins undoing the buttons. Shit… is she going to join me?
My hand works faster at the thought and with each button she undoes, my excited balls grow. She shimmies the blouse from her shoulders and reaches around to undo the button on her skirt, her eyes feasting on my swollen cock the whole time.
Fucking hell… my hand works faster, silently begging her to come in here so I can lift her ass against the glass and pound the fuck out of her pussy.
She licks her lips and slides her hand down her stomach until it reaches the top of her panties. My pulse is pounding and I have to reach a hand out to steady myself against the glass. She slips them down inside the fabric, the wet fabric, and begins to rub circles against her clit. It’s the sexiest fucking thing I have ever seen in my life. Until she twists her hand, her fingers slipping into my pussy and moans…
“Fuuuuuuuck,” I yell, thick ropes of built up come spray out from my dick and coat the glass. Endless streams and shuddering follow as I close my eyes and replay that moan in my head over and over again.
“Are you done with the show? I could do with a shower too.”
I open my eyes and glare at the cocky woman as she flits about the room, wrapped in a towel and setting up the laptops. And that’s when I have my second epiphany… this trip is going to kill me.