Dana Bumpett - Time out for sex!

She tried not to think about that as she lay on her beach towel and soaked up the sun, feeling it warm and relax her tired, cramped muscles. After exposing her back for as long as she felt was safe for her sensitive skin, she rolled over and faced the sun, closing her eyes. After a few minutes, she had a feeling that there was someone standing over her, coming between her and the sun. She was just about to ask whoever to move when she heard a familiar voice.

"Hey, beautiful, aren't you going to say hello?"

Dana opened her eyes, shading them with one hand. "Oh, Ron, I didn't know you were there," she exclaimed

with a warm smile. "Sit down." "So, what brings you over to the hotel?" she asked as he sat down on the lounge chair beside her.

"Oh, just sort of killing time between jobs," he told her, gratefully accepting a cool drink from the container Dana had with her.

She looked him over, feeling her pussy twitch. He was wearing nothing but very brief bathing trunks, and she couldn't help but ogle his fantastic male body. He turned her on since the moment she had first met him, and today was no exception. As they chatted, she felt her pussy starting to heat up, and thought about how much she would like to slip this handsome stud into her hotel room.

Apparently Ron was thinking along the same lines. He smiled at her, his eyes dancing with merriment and lust as he checked her out in her new bikini. "Hey, Dana," he said softly, "how about coming over to my place for a little while? I'd sure like to get it on with you again."

Dana glanced at the small watch on the table between the chairs. "God, as much as I would love to, Ron, I really don't have the time to go over to your place," she told him "Chuck and Hal will be back soon, and I promised to go out to dinner with the two of them."

"What?" Ron growled. "Do they own you or something? Can't you see anybody else?"

Dana felt somewhat torn. She really did want to fuck Ron again. Her pussy ached with the desire to have him fuck her, but she had to please Chuck and Hal, too, because of the business partnership they were about to embark on. Maybe, she told herself, she could just manage to have her cake and eat it, too. But she definitely didn't have time to go all the way over to Ron's apartment. There was only one solution; she would sneak Ron into the suite.

"Listen," she told him with a grin," I've got an idea."

"Yeah, what?" he asked, breaking into a smile.

"I'm going to go up to my room and leave the door open for you. Follow me up in about one minute."

Five minutes later, she and Ron were standing in the suite's bedroom. Ron looked around the place and whistled. "This guy must be loaded," he said. "This is the best suite in the hotel."

"You've been here before, I take it," Dana said with a smile, knowing he probably had been there dozens of times before.

"Yeah, a few," he admitted. "Some of my older ladies have stayed here and, as I recall, the bed is really nice."

"Let's go see how good your memory is," Dana told him with an impish smile.

She really wasn't too worried about the time. Chuck had said they wouldn't be back till about dinnertime, which meant she and Ron had enough time for him to fuck her brains out for about an hour. She strolled to the bed, deliberately undulating her hips. As she went, she discarded her bikini, so that by the time she reached the king-size bed, she was completely naked. She turned and saw Ron strip off his bathing suit and she hungrily eyed his handsome stiff cock. With a laugh they both leaped onto the bed.

"Great bed," Ron said. "Just the way I remember it."

He grabbed Dana and kissed her, running his big wet tongue deep in her mouth as his hands were all over her body, caressing and exploring. Dana purred with delight and caressed him back. His body was young and hard and smooth, wonderful to touch. Her pussy began to cream, and it wouldn't stop. The hot flesh between her thighs was swollen and steaming, dripping with juice.

"Mmmmm," Ron you can make me so hot," she sighed.

"The feeling is mutual, sweetheart," he told her. "I'm going to be real sorry to see you leave."

"Well, why don't you come to Chicago sometimes?" she teased.

"Hey, no way, lady," he laughed. "All things considered, I like it right here just fine."

Dana couldn't really blame him. She wished she could stay in this wonderful place forever herself. She blotted everything else from her mind and ran her hands over Ron's fine healthy body. Before long, both of them were too aroused to go any farther with their teasing foreplay. Ron rolled onto his back and invited Dana to crouch over him in the sixty-nine position, which she eagerly did.

She could feel his hot, moist breath tickling her pussy as she knelt over him and eyed his rigid blue-veined cock. The engorged purple head of his dick was only an inch from her lips and she lustily watched the glistening juice oozing up from his pisshole. Then she darted out her little pink tongue and began lapping up the salty cream. Ron gave a low moan and a horny shiver. Her hungry little tongue swirled all over his creamy cockhead.

"Mmmmm, I love the taste of your cock, Ron," she murmured.

"And I love the taste of your hot little pussy," he growled.

"Oooooo!" Dana squealed.

He had lashed his big hot tongue the whole length of her slit, from the erect bud of her clit right down to the little puckered mouth of her ass. He whipped the juicy meat up and down, very fast and hard, and Dana almost melted with pleasure.

She creamed heavily, and he gobbled up her tangy juice, making an obscene snuffling and slurping noise that added to her mounting excitement. It felt so damned good to have his slippery tongue lashing at the most sensitive parts of her body.

"Unnnnnhhhh, yeah, baby, I love it," she whimpered, "don't stop licking me."

She tongue-lashed his big cockhead while he gobbled her pussy, both of them getting so turned on that they forgot about everything else. They certainly didn't hear the key turning in the lock, or the soft footsteps on the thick carpet. Nor did they see a face appear in the half-open bedroom doorway and then quickly draw back. The face appeared again, and this time the door was pulled almost shut, leaving just a crack for viewing.

Chuck had dropped Hal off at his hotel and had come to pick Dana up for dinner. They were all supposed to meet at Hal's hotel in an hour, but now, Chuck thought with a silent chuckle, it might be a little later.

When he had walked into the suite, Chuck was surprised to find Dana's bikini bra lying in the middle of the living room. Dana wasn't a sloppy person, and it just wasn't like her to throw her clothes on the floor. Then he noticed more clothes lying on the rug and he went over to find her bikini bottoms next to a pair of men's trunks. That was when he had heard the sighs and moans coming from the bedroom.

Without thinking, he had marched right over to the door and looked into the bedroom, then drew back before he could be noticed. Dana was in there all right, doing a sixty-nine with some good-looking young native boy. Chuck wanted to feel a sense of outrage and jealousy, but it didn't happen. Instead, his prick went stiff in his pants. He moved cautiously back to the doorway and drew the door almost shut so he could watch without being seen.

It was really a turn-on to watch Dana and the young man she was calling Ron. Dana was on top of him, crouched over him, her luscious big tits swaying gently, almost grazing his chest. She had her glistening pink tongue stick out, and was swirling it around and around the swollen purple head of his cock. Meanwhile, Ron was whipping his big wet tongue up and down the coral-colored slit of her pussy, making her shiver and squeal with pleasure.

"Ohhh, that's sooooo good, Ron!" she cried.