Time to make your way back.

Heading back to your room, you saw a woman coming in the other direction. Not recognising them, you flashed a friendly smile as they got closer.

She just flashed.

That stunned you enough for her to move in, and begin rubbing at you through your trousers.

“M-most people start with a h-handshake!” you just about to get out, still stuck in place.

“Oh, that’s no fun. Especially when I can use my hands in better places” she continued playing, with a wink.

“A-at least tell me your name!”

“Ooooooh, making demands, John? I like that.” Well, she clearly knows who you are. “Not that I’ll always listen to ‘em. But hi, I’m Summer, a pleasure to meet ya!” she grinned, knowing exactly what she was doing.

Oh crap. This was the person that Clara had selected as your opponent for this little game of hers, and you were quickly finding out why. If Clara was slower and sensual in her seduction, Summer was something altogether different, aggressive and frantic.

Both styles had their place, it’s safe to say, as the situation in your trousers became...harder to ignore, something that Summer picked up on immediately.

“Oh, somebody’s happy.” She giggled, before moving in even closer for an aggressive kiss, biting your lower lip.

“Ah-ow, fuck!” was your pained response. Summer used the distraction to slip her hand inside your pants.

“Mmmm, how you doing?” she whispered in your ear, as she started quickly pumping your cock.

All you could offer was a series of moans and groans as she continued jerking.

“Mmhmm, that’s right. Just let me fuckin’ jerk you off right here.”

You couldn’t even fight back, just silently try and hold back as she got you closer and closer.

“I bet you’d happily cum if I kept going, right? Hell, I’d bet you’d still cream your fuckin’ jeans even if people started showing up, you dirty boy.”

“S-s-stop, Su-summer” was your only attempt at resistance as you got dangerously close to the brink.

“Stop? Okay!” Just as quickly as she had started things, she whipped her hand away and backed off, leaving your cock twitching against your trousers, aching for release.

She giggled for a moment as she watched it strain, before looking up looking into your eyes. “Okay John, see ya at our match!” was all she said before giving you a quick peck on the cheek before she skipped away, making sure her ass swayed from side to side as she disappeared from view.

“Fucking hell” was all you could mutter as you were left alone...