A hard day’s night.

Every time I went to the hotel I was too nervous to think of things that mattered. I was too busy worrying that anyone would see us, what they would think to see two high school students there (even though we weren’t wearing our uniforms). I worried that someone would one day walk up to me and ask how old I was, even though it was perfectly okay for me to be there, technically speaking.

Those nerves had been going away with each trip, since none of my fears ever happened, leaving me enough brain power to think of other dumb things. For example, the fact that the front counter had a black screen to prevent the customers and the receptionist from looking at each other, yet we still had to show our IDs to prove we were 18 years old. It defeated the purpose of the black screen, didn’t it? What’s more, there was no way the same person was behind the counter each time I came here, which meant there were quite a few people who knew I came here with different girls.

Don’t… Don’t think about it. You’ll only stress yourself out even more, Oliver.

Mila and I entered our room. It was one of the cheapest ones, but the reason we kept coming back to this hotel was because cheap didn’t mean bad. The room was simple and small, but clean.

Mila went ahead of me, sitting at the edge of the bed and spreading her arms to beckon me closer. Smiling, I went to her. She held me and pulled me in, making me fall on top of her as our grinning lips met.

“Tiring day?” she asked.

“Not much. Mostly stressful,” I said, chuckling. “Very stressful.”

“I bet you’re glad I called, huh?”

“Like you wouldn’t believe.”

My hands went under her shirt to touch her stomach. Mila licked my lips and tongue with a hand behind my neck. My erection grew along with the tingling of need. It had been a while since we’d used a bed.

After a while of making out, Mila put her hands on my shoulders and pushed with the slightest ****. I pulled away, drinking in the sight of her flustered cheeks and disheveled hair after our rolling around on the bed.

She looked me up and down as well, smiling. “You look really nice in those pants,” she said. “And that shirt.”

My work clothes. Her comment made me notice I was still wearing them more than it flattered me. It wouldn’t do to get them stained or something.

Mila pecked my lips. “Why don’t you get out of those while I go get a little gift ready for you?”

My heart skipped a beat. “A gift?”

“You’ll like it. I promise,” she said with an eager smile.

Mila stepped off the bed and went to the bathroom. Meanwhile, I took a deep breath and **** myself to calmly unbutton my shirt. No matter how many times it happened, the prospect of sex still got me all worked up. My entire body shivered and burned with anticipation at having Mila.

What on earth could her gift be? I waited only in my boxers, and I didn’t have to wait long to find out.

Mila walked out of the bathroom wearing only her underwear. And what underwear it was. A set of small silky, black panties and a bra, both bordering on transparent if not for the design of full flower blooms covering the naughtier bits. A small bow tied the front of the bra, and doing a little spin with her hands on her hips, Mila showed me how little fabric there was at the back of her thong as well.

My jaw half fell at the sight and my eyes could be popping out for all I knew. The girls liked wearing cute underwear and teasing me with it. More than one time they caught me off guard by flashing me their panties without warning. They enjoyed my reactions, it seemed, and that prompted Mila to take it up a notch. Or two.

She bit her lip, trying and failing to hold back her grin. She walked towards me with slow, elegant steps, like a model on a walkway. The thin sides of her thong, practically strings, were high up her waist, and she put just enough sway on her upper body to give her breasts the slightest of jiggles.

“I had to order these online because none of the stores around had any I liked. They arrived the day before yesterday. How do I look?”

There were no words worthy of her, so I didn’t bother. I rose to my feet and in two seconds I had Mila in my arms, ravishing her mouth with kisses that made her knees go weak. A hand on her breast let me see how soft the fabric was. It somehow made groping her even more pleasurable for me, if such a thing was possible. And here I thought I’d found the meaning of life the first time I touched boobs. The world is big and full of neat surprises.

“I love you so much,” I managed to say in between kisses. “You’re gorgeous. Perfect. I’m the luckiest man alive.” At times like these, my lust overrode my sense of shame and I spouted things like that. It was more proof of me being the luckiest man alive that the girls seemed to enjoy that, too.

“God, these were worth every penny.” Mila giggled. She started licking my neck and kissing my bare chest. “I’m the luckiest girl alive.”

Those words put some pressure on my shoulders. I wanted her to keep feeling that for the rest of her days, and for that I had to continue growing. I had to be the best boyfriend I could be. Sex was only one part of that, but an important one, and one we thoroughly enjoyed.

I got an arm around her shoulders while my other hand left her breast and traveled down her curves to her snatch. Mila’s back stiffened and arched as I gently grabbed her vulva over her thong. The thin, delicate piece of fabric was already soaked in her juices.

“Oliver…!” she gasped, arms around my neck, shuddering. “Dirty, naughty boy!”

Wanting to tease her back, I let go of her vulva. Mila immediately tightened her grip on me with only one arm while her other hand quickly grabbed my wrist and guided my hand to where it once was. Where, her eyes told me, it should be.

“You’re a naughty girl, too,” I told her.

“Yes,” she admitted with a smile and kissed me. “Your naughty girl.”

Trying to ignore that delightful chill running down my spine, I moved the fabric of her thong aside to feel her pussy directly. Her fluids drenched my fingers and made it easy to slide two of them inside her.

A sexy, stifled moan escaped her. Her legs were shaking. She held me with both arms again, and I still had my other arms around her back.

I began slowly, moving my fingers gently, building up the pleasure and anticipation both. Bit by bit, I began to move a little faster, reach a little deeper. I knew with frightening precision where my goal was, and I wasn’t in a hurry to get there.

“I love you…” Mila muttered in her daze. “I love you so much…”

She raised her head from its spot on my shoulder to look into my eyes. Hers were these clear, green orbs that I could get lost in if I stared into them for a couple of seconds, and I wanted to get lost in them now. I nibbled her lower lip and let my middle finger reach a little deeper. I was close to her g-spot, I knew, and the deep nasal breath she took was further confirmation.

Her gorgeous eyes lost all focus. The pleasure closed them, took them away from me. Mila was right at the edge of her climax, and I now wanted nothing more than to give it to her.

I sprinted the last of the way there, metaphorically speaking. I reached her g-spot and aggressively attacked it, quickly rubbing it by shaking and rotating my wrist as well as moving my middle finger.

“Aaahh! Aaah! Mmmm!!!!” Mila grunted, gasped and moaned. Her fingers on my back tensed and dragged. “Yesss! Oh GOD! YES!!”

The loud, sloshing sound of her juices joined her moans. Droplets upon droplets fell on the floor, leaving a tiny puddle on the tiles.

Finally, Mila’s pleasure peaked. She shook from head to toes, body stiff. Slowly, she slid down my body to her knees as her orgasm stole the last of her leg’s strength. I attempted to help her, but she pushed my efforts away, kneeling in front of me, pulling down my boxers and guiding my dick into her mouth with both hands.

She looked as if in a trance. She blew me with enthusiastic abandon, moving her tongue all around and slurping on her own saliva. I stood there and let her continue. She got better and better every time.

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