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I tell Rachel, “There’s more if you want to hear it.”

“I want to hear it,” she replied. “But first, can you hand me that robe? I’m a little cold.”

She turns her back to me and peels off her soaked shirt. I can’t help but stare at the side of her breasts. I hand her a terry cloth robe. She slips it on, and then takes off her wet black panties. She closes and belts the robe before turning around.

She smiles and says, “That’s better. How about you tell me in the living room so we can sit down.”

We walk out to the living room. I glance nervously at the door to my bedroom. I wonder if Monica is still waiting for me. A soft light creeps under the crack of the door. From Joey and Phoebe’s room, I hear heavy breathing and moaning.

Rachel sits on the couch, and says, “Sounds like they’re having some fun.” She pats the spot next to her directing me to sit down. “Now tell me the rest of the fantasy you have about me.”

I sit next to her, my leg brushing the robe. This is closest I’ve ever been to her: without any effort we could both lean forward and kiss. I’m glad I had brushed my teeth. My heart races as I continue my fantasy.

“My fantasy doesn’t end after seeing your incredible boobs. That night you discover who I am. The group is all drinking on the beach, and you sit next to me. And we talk. We flirt. We get drunk. Your hands are all over me. Rubbing my arm. Touching my leg. We break away from the group and walk along the beach, the waves splashing against our feet.”

Rachel looks at me intently, her hand rests on my thigh. During my pause in the story, the sound from Joey’s room increases. Phoebe’s voice rises above the grunts, and we hear her moan, “Yeah fuck my little pussy with your big white cock. Ahhh fuck me like you want to fuck Monica’s fat ass.”

Rachel giggles, “Sorry. I didn’t know he had such a thing for your wife. Sounds like he’s really giving it to her.” CLAP ahhhh CLAP ahhhh CLAP ahhhh fuck.

After they orgasm, they quiet down. I continue my story, hoping to finish before one of them comes out of their room and interrupts.

“On the walk, I finally risk a kiss. You don’t pull away, and we make out standing on the beach. We kiss and hold each other on the way back to the hotel. You tell me to sleep in your room. Your room is already filled with six drunk people. We lay on the hard floor together sharing a blanket and a single pillow. You reach down and squeeze my hard cock. I squeeze your tits. You get up briefly and grab a condom. You return and duck under the blanket. I feel your warm wet mouth engulf the tip of my cock. As you suck, I consciously **** myself not to sigh or moan. I’m sure the others in the room can hear your sucking, and I don’t want to make it more obvious.”

Rachel looks into my eyes and rubs the inside of my thigh as I talk. Her hand has thankfully not brushed against my obvious erection yet. I continue.

“You put on the condom on my dick and lay on your back so I can get on top. When I enter you, you emit a loud moan. I put my hand over your mouth. You move my hand away, and pull my ear down to your lips. You whisper, ‘I’m sorry but you’re just so big. I’ll be quiet now.’ So we fuck on the hotel floor, and even though you’re trying your best, if anyone in the room is awake, they definitely hear your sighs and moans, making it obvious what we are doing. And I’m so proud of myself because even though I’m so turned on by you, I don’t come too quickly. After the sex, you curl up into me, and we fall asleep.”

Rachel traces her fingers up the length of my erection. She asks, “Would you like to make your fantasy come true? Clandestine sex in a house full of people.” She bites her lip, “I promise I’ll be quiet, even if you are really big.”

Before I can answer, one of the bedroom doors opens and someone walks into the living room.