Per Vincent’s request, and with M&L’s permission, I am going to write about a very fond memory of ours. Unlike some entries we’ve posted on this blog, this one is absolutely true. It was a lot of fun to re-live it for this entry. I will refer to the other couple as “M” and “L” (“M” being the woman, and “L” being the man), even though those aren’t their real names, obviously, or even their initials.

A couple years ago, the four of us took a trip to Disneyland. I’ll withhold the boring, unsexy details of the trip itself in favor of something that happened the second night of the trip. We had returned to our hotel from the park and gotten ready for bed. M and L were in their bed, and Jill and I were in ours. We watched television for awhile, Jill fell asleep, and then we turned the TV and the lights off. I was anticipating the next day at Disneyland, and if I knew Jill, she was dreaming about what rides we would go on, where we would eat, and the other things we would do.

As I settled into bed to sleep, Jill reached over to me and let me know, without a single word, that she was horny. She stroked me through my shorts, using the most subtle movements, so as not to betray to M and L what she was doing. After a couple minutes, she snuck her hand inside of my shorts, quickly locating my already-hard cock. Despite her slow and gentle movements, I was very aroused, and she leaned close so she could kiss me on the mouth. As I felt her tongue moving between my lips I reached down her body, delighted to feel her smooth skin instead of the panties I had been expecting. I placed my hand between her thighs, sensuously working my way up them. Her warmth was inviting, and soon I found that she was wet, her pussy yielding easily to my touch. As I put a finger inside of her, she began to stroke me more vigorously, though not so much that her movements could be seen in the dark.

Our mouths finally parted. Jill raised her leg up ever so slightly as I penetrated her with a second finger, using my thumb to stimulate her clit. Though we were aware of the sleeping couple in the next bed, there was no way we were stopping now. I continued to play with Jill and she did the same with me, until she leaned close and whispered that she needed me inside her. As I quickly yanked down my shorts she shushed me quietly, then rolled over onto her back. I shifted so that I was on top, and slid into her. She grabbed my ass and pulled me closer, guiding me in and out of her.

As our movements grew more intense, I heard a sound from the other bed. Jill and I froze, assuming that either M or L were getting up to go to the bathroom. After a second, when the sounds continued, it became clear that they were following our lead. I glanced over to the other bed in the hopes of seeing something in what scant light there was, but I could see nothing. I waited, and soon Jill whispered, “It’s okay.” I began thrusting again, listening to the sounds made by our friends. My mind conjured up exciting images of what they might have been doing in the dark, what position they were enjoying mere feet away from us, and as Jill and I continued to fuck, the images made the turn-on so much greater. They didn’t talk dirty, they barely moaned. There was little noise beyond that made by their mattress, or ours. But knowing that they were having sex in the next bed over from where we were doing the same thing was truly exciting.

All of a sudden, L came, moaning heartily. As he did, M began moaning too, though I didn’t question whether she actually came or was just moaning for his benefit (or for ours). I didn’t care. But their sounds set Jill off. She definitely came. Her own moans, and the feeling of her pussy spasming around my cock drove me to my own orgasm. As I filled her up, she sighed happily, earning an appreciative catcall from L. We lay there in almost-complete silence for several minutes, the only sounds those of our breathing. No one said another word until morning. Jill and I kissed again, and she turned over. She was asleep in less than a minute.

M got up to take a shower. I strained through the darkness in the hopes of getting a look at her. I saw only the faintest shape pass by on the way to the bathroom door.

Thanks to M&L for their help on this one!

-Jack