I probably wasn’t going to hook up with Bryn tonight or ever. She was cute, sure, but we hadn’t been building that chemistry the same way I had with Tamara, and the mood of the night seemed more of couples resolving sexual tension than an outright orgy. Instead, I felt like an incredibly accomplished voyeur, to not be this woman’s partner but to have seen her naked and fucking, to know how she groomed her pubes and that her pussy was an innie, to have a memory of her O-face and to have heard how loud her moans of pleasure were. When we saw each other clothed tomorrow I would still know these intimate things, and she would know that I knew them. Something about that really did it for me.
Tamara eyed off the splattered cum on my stomach and lap. “You can’t take that back into the bath,” she said, and leaned forward to lick it up. What a girl!
“Are we going back to the bath?”
She glanced up, fluid shining around her lips. “You’ve got a round three in you then?”
“Not until I’ve rested,” I admitted. “The spirit is willing, but you know…”
“I get it. So let’s be with friends until you’re ready.” She finished the job as Bryn and Jim watched with great interest. The view obviously turned them both on, but they decided to go back out with us instead of playing further on their own.