Hey I'm just re-reading this now for the first time since that night and yes, it could have used some editing.
So I'll pick up where it left off. There was no home run here but the ending was... fantastic... no... satisfactory? I don't know, you be the judge. As it turns out erections should have a "best before" warning. Her hand stayed put for a good long while, and at first I was so turned on that I thought that I would run out of skin. But as time when on, my boy was no longer standing at full attention. Every once and a while I would get a little sleep induced hand twitch that would liven things up but then there would be 10 minutes of nothing and the ship would start to sink again. I don't know how long this lasted for but I would not be surprised if it was an hour. By the end I was no longer in show worthy shape and I half feared that she would wake up and say "Is that all you've got?". So I decided to try to encourage things by trying to grind against her hand. I even tried pushing on the back of her hand to get a little something going, but I only succeeded in rousing her enough to shift position, roll away from me, and completely move her hand. I was able to shove her portion of the sheet down to the foot of the bed so I just decided to move close and "accidentally" flop my hand on her. Shortly after that, the booze and the late night took it's toll and I fell asleep.
The next thing I know I wake up to some sort of noise, I think someone in the other room kicked something on the way to the bathroom. I'm a little disoriented, it's light out, and there's a topless girl pressed against me... ah right now I remember where I am. I was on my back and it was definitely her pressed into me. I think that we were both startled awake by the same sound and we both needed a few seconds to figure out what was happening. We looked each other in the eyes as recognition set in, and all she said was "Oops!" I had no idea how to interpret that. She pushed herself up with one arm and use the other arm to cover her boobs. She shovelled through her pile of clothes to retrieve her bra then stood up and looked back at me. I realized that I was completely motionless and was staring like it was some sort of peep show. When she looked back at me I felt a little self-concious and instinctively groped for the sheet to pull it up a little but it was so twisted in knots that there was not much to be had and I am not sure what I was attempting to do because it already covered me to the waist.
At this point I desperately hoped for something clever to say. Something that would package this night as something wonderful and intimate, something that would leave her thinking what a great guy I am, something that would set the tone for other similar nights but with a different ending... but nothing came. She spoke and said, "I guess that is my fault" as she nodded her head toward my in a very unclear pointing gesture. "What?" I replied with a morning voice croak. "THAT" she repeated this time waving her bra hand in my general direction. I looked down and noticed that the sheet was doing a very poor job at hiding my raging erection. In actual fact it was probably more likely that it was just a typical morning wood and not really her "fault" but as I was contemplating this she seemed to make some sort of decision. She dropped the bra and crawled back on the bed went immediately to pull the sheet down. I was a little slow to pick up on what was happening and realized that I was still clutching the sheet quite firmly. She looked at me quizzically and I suddenly realized that staying covered was not the best option for me right now and I slid the sheet down myself. Without any pomp or ceremony she grabs hold and gives me what I'd be craving most of the night. Her head is on my chest and she is staring straight at her handiwork so I can't even see her face. All that I really see is her naked back and her long hair sprawled all over me. She is working with long slow strokes and it feels perfect. I try to reach all of her lady parts but I can only really get at one boob. I can get a decent grab on her bum but I can't reach around far enough to get to the sweet spot. I try to reposition so that I can finger her but I think she's actually moving away? When she first started, it was so good that I was worried that it would be over in a flash but by this point I was feeling rather manly about how I've lasted. Then she shifts position moving her head down south... please, please, please, let the be what I think it is. Then the moist lips take me in. After a few seconds of expert work I hear a sucking sound as she releases me and says "Tap me on the shoulder before it happens". She doesn't wait for an answer and goes straight back to the mouth work. I lose track of my goal of wetting my fingeres and enjoy the bliss. It's real close now and I hover my hand over her shoulder... and here it comes! Tap, tap. I hear the same sucking sound as she releases me but this time she quickly takes charge with her hand and pumps vigorously. It only takes a few seconds before I shoot my load. She gradually lowers the RPM of her rapid pump until she squeezes out the last drop.
I am just revelling in the ecstasy when she says "There you go" and pops up and starts dressing. I don't really have a precedent for this type of situation so I'm not sure what the response should be. "Is there something I can do for you?" I suggest. "No I'm good, thanks for asking". We were then interrupted by a phone call. It was front desk asking me what my plans were because it was 15 mins past checkout. We all rushed around finding our stuff and left in a hurry.
Since then we've traded Facebook messages but I don't know if anything is going on. Definitely weird. Overall good... I think.
Hope you enjoyed
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