Getting Ice and Getting Hard

You spend the day with Sarah, but your mind is constantly wandering to other women. You manage to carry on enough conversation while holding your wife's hand that she doesn't realize your focus isn't on her. She takes you to visit a winery down the coast from your resort and you sip some of the **** there while imagining what Lucy or Katrina may be doing back at the resort. Your wife smiles and playfully slaps your hand when she notices your erection. "Bill, don't let the **** get to you yet, wait until we get back to the resort," she chides you. "There's nowhere to sneak off to here."

"Don't worry, I'll try to keep it in my pants until we get back," you reply, trying to decide who you will sneak off to see when you get back.

At the end of the day you go back to the resort and follow Sarah to your room. Inside you see a bottle of champagne you'd ordered sent to the room for today back when you'd originally arranged the honeymoon. You spent more time at the winery than intended and the ice in the bucket around the champagne is nearly melted. "I'll go get more ice and be right back, sweetie," you tell Sarah as you lightly kiss her on the cheek. You grab the room's ice container before heading out and down the hallway. You quickly fill the bucket at the ice machine, conflicted over going back to your room or going to find Katrina's room again.

"Why Bill, imagine seeing you here," a familiar and sensual voice says from behind you as you're pondering the choice. You turn to face the voice and are surprised by who you see.

Lisa, Sarah's younger sister, is leaning against the wall of the hallway, her elbow propped against the wall and her hand resting on the side of her head. Her other arm extends down her side, the hand caressing her hip in the skin tight black pants she's wearing. You think they may be the same pants she was wearing when this whole whirlwind of seduction started with her. The top she's wearing is very different than the white shirt she'd worn that day though. It's sheer black negligee that lifts her sweet, succulent breasts up towards your eyes, almost forcing your gaze to fall upon them. You feel yourself getting aroused by her presence. She's so hot you actually worry that she may melt the ice you just got.

"I'm here on my honeymoon, Lisa," you manage to reply.

"Oh, of course, how silly of me. I knew there was a reason this resort seemed familiar when I booked a room here, I must have been remembering seeing it in Sarah's wedding plans," she replies. You can tell immediately that this is a weak pretense, she clearly knew that this was your honeymoon destination and planned to encounter you here. Why else would she be wandering the halls in a top like that.

"I just stepped out to get some ice for our champagne, was going to head back to Sarah," you tell her, but your eyes still haven't met hers as they refuse to leave her beautiful breasts. "We're just down the hall if you'd like to say hi, since you're here."

"Oh, that's alright, I wouldn't want to spoil your honeymoon by distracting Sarah," she says and then pauses, bringing one of her fingers to her lips thoughtfully and seductively. This move finally brings your eyes up to meet hers and look at her gorgeous face. "However," she says before another pause as she bites her lip. While your eyes are on her face, and the way her finger is brushing her lips, her other hand slides down the front of your pants. As her hand brushes your hard cock you feel that it is holding a plastic card. "After Sarah goes to sleep, this is my extra room key if you'd like to spoil your honeymoon."

She lets her hand caress your cock for a brief time before leaving the card in your pants and withdrawing her hand. "In the meantime, I'll go back to my room and get ready for you," she finishes confidently, as if she knows you will do exactly as she asked. She's right of course, you are already looking forward to sneaking out of your room to meet with Lisa, leaving Sarah alone on your honeymoon.

You watch her walk away, staring at the way her ass looks in her incredibly tight pants. Your cock is downright throbbing with the need to be closer to that body, but you manage to head back to your room with the ice. For the moment you hope Sarah won't notice that you were delayed. When you get back to your room, Sarah doesn't notice your delay, but does notice your throbbing hard on in your pants and smiles. "Forget the wine sweetie, I think you've got other things on your mind," she says with a smirk as she begins undressing and heading for the bed.

Your mind isn't on Sarah at the moment, but it is very much on sex, and you find yourself imagining Lisa in Sarah's place. That is more than enough encouragement to give Sarah what she's expecting. Besides, if you do it right it will make her tired and drift off even sooner, getting you to the real Lisa that much quicker. You're eager to bring Sarah to orgasm as quickly as possible to wear her out so you can sneak off to her sister's room.