Hidden treasure indeed

Pete leaned down to lightly trace Hazel's skin. His fingers crossed through clear slick precum and beads of sweat which caused his fingers to glide across her softness. Pete again milked his precum on her from above. It pooled in the recess of her right collar bone.

He could wait no longer.

Pete slowly pushed the clinging white towel off of Hazel's inviting tits. His breath caught. The shape was exquisite and symmetrical. The heat caused her areola and nipples to be flat and almost flesh colored in its light pinkness. His hands instinctively reached below to her upper ribs and worked them over her tits in an upward motion. Though fast asleep, Hazels lips parted and inhaled deeply at his touch. Her nipples began to perk slightly at his touch.

Pete didn't need to milk his cock, the precum flowed freely to her neck and shoulder. His fingers dipped to the pool of precum on her shoulder and promptly rolled her budding tit treasure between his fingers. Hazel's back arched into his kneading fingers.

Pete froze as Hazel adjusted her position of her head in his lap. The motion cause the pooling collar bone precum to lazily roll down over her right breast. Her face was now positioned directly against his throbbing cock. The dripping tip was against the space between her nose and her delicious lips. He felt her shallow breathing against his wet tip.

His brain was no longer in control. Pete started off lightly tugging on the slowly hardening nipples. The areola flesh began to push her treasured tips outward under his slick finger pulls. He gradually increased the pressure and pulled forward.

Hazel's lips now glistening with precum started to breathe a little faster. Her tongue flicked out and tasted the sweetness of his clear lubricating cock fluid. Eyes still closed, her hips began to gyrate. Pete was too preoccupied with the delicious tits to notice prior but her hip movement caused his attention to shift.

Below her naval was close cropped thin rectangle landing strip of manicured pubic hair leading to the buried treasure down below.

Pete swallowed at the young professional below him and his cock began to quiver at the entire sight. Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit, Pete swore to himself. He angled his cock away from her face in time for a pearly white stream to jet across Hazel's near perfect tits. His balls emptied after several spurts decorated her chest. The clumpy white cock juice clung to Hazel.

Pete leaned his head back against the wall of the sauna. The heat and post orgasm nutting was making his head swim. He couldn't believe it as he gently lowered Hazel to a laying position on the wooden bench. His legs quivered as he tiptoed out of the sauna.

Against better judgement, he grabbed his phone. Hazel lay there on her side, pearly white cum now slowly drying on her tits which sagged downward by gravity though nipples still trying to point upward like a compass. He snapped off a few pic angles while his cock was confused as to whether to be alert or shriveling.

Pete meticulously cleaned up and carried Hazel to the extra large bed of the suite. He found some sweat pant and a white tank top draped over a chair and dressed her before putting her in bed.

He was completely tapped out and bushed after the events of the day. His mind replayed the recent events as he scrolled through his photos. He fell asleep with another boner.