Joystick Handling

It felt like the entire resort was conspiring to keep Martin hot and bothered. He attempted to relieve some of the accumulated arousal, but was prevented by a very slow conversation with an attractive middle-aged couple. Initially they’d asked for directions, but as the conversation dragged, it became clear they were swingers propositioning him.

By the time he escaped them, he barely had time to jam a sandwich in his face before he was scheduled to meet up with Tabbiecat.

He found her waiting outside the arcade, enjoying a large frozen blue beverage while she watched the passersby.

She appeared to put more emphasis on comfort than style. Her dark hair was tousled as though she’d just gotten out of bed. A loose and well-worn ThunderCats t-shirt covered her top, though it was sufficiently worn to sink into the valley of her substantial cleavage. It draped off the ends of her breasts, leaving just enough of a gap to catch glimpses of her ivory tummy above the grey sweatpants which hung low on her hips. Round wire framed glasses completed the look.

“Are you checking me out?” she asked with a smirk.

“Still recalibrating,” replied Martin after a considered pause. “I’m used to thinking of you as a tall, heavily armoured **** cat.”

She nodded sagely. “I understand. You’re a lot less green than I’m used to you being. Let’s go do some digital murders and forget about the awkwardness of being in meat space.”

The arcade was practically empty, not having a strong appeal given the georgeous day outside. It was, nevertheless, excellent.

It had a mix of new and old. There were VR games right next Galaga, modern shooters and ski ball. As they explored the aisles, Martin shared the more interesting aspects of his morning’s explorations. He left out the parts where he put a staff member in bondage, though.

Tabitha was quietly attentive until he reached the part about the red room. “So a welcome on the door means you can just go in and… watch?”

She said it in the manner of someone trying to feign polite interest, while holding back **** curiosity.

“Well the folks there certainly didn’t seem shy about being seen,” he said. “And I doubt they’d have been opposed to others joining in. That welcome sign was quite genuine. We were… unprepared.”

It took every ounce of willpower to finish out her round of Pac Man, rather than just running down the hall to see if any rooms were currently welcoming.

“Oh shit, they have the nineties X-men game!” exclaimed martin as they moved on through the arcade.

“Is it good?” asked Tabitha.

“I mean, not really. It’s a classic arcade game, so it’s designed to suck quarters straight out of your pocket. I’ve BP to burn though. It’s multiplayer co-op, though. Would you care to join me?”

“Fuck yes, I would!” She could think of nothing more in the world she would like than to smash pixelated villains.

Several levels of button mashing and joystick thrashing later, Tabitha found her attention pulled from the screen by motion elsewhere in the arcade. In the space between the machines, she could see to the next aisle where a couple were playing a racing game together.

They were not competing, but rather trying to drive the same car. The man was operating the pedals and gearshift, while his lady straddled him and worked the steering wheel.

Originally it had been their laughter that pulled her focus from her gaming. Then, a little thrill had kept her looking, knowing she was seeing what they thought was a private moment. Then, more, her skirt had ridden up during their gaming to show some bare hip.

Tabitha couldn’t make out any more from her limited vantage, but the excitement at seeing something she shouldn’t, at imagining the possibilities. Maybe that lady wasn’t wearing panties. Maybe he’d undone his pants before they started playing. Maybe these were filthy exhibitionists, and she was catching them in the act.

She was enthralled and immediately wet.

Their laughter faded, and while it might have been that they were focused on the driving, small gyrations of the woman’s hips made Tabitha believe it may not have been her imagination.

“Tabbiecat, you’re getting ganked!”

Martin pulled her from her reverie. She found Dazzler being pummeled by Juggernaut despite Nightcrawler’s best efforts to help her. “Huh, sorry.”

She reclaimed some degree of control, but couldn't resist a glance back between the machines. The woman was white knuckling the steering wheel, and the gentle movements of her hips had become a steadier rocking motion.

“It’s just…” How could she explain? Perhaps being straightforward was best. “I think somoene's fucking on Cruis’n USA.”

Martin just stared at Tabitha for a moment, mouth agape, Nightcrawler forgotten and left to his fate.

Curiosity overwhelming propriety, he took a look.

He sidled up behind her, and looked over her head, between the machines. His chin rested just on the top of her head.

He couldn’t see much, just what stuck out beyond the side of the chair, and a bit of the screen.

She was driving very poorly, sliding along a barrier at the side of the road, and making no obvious effort to correct it.

Her tanned thigh was visible, all the way up to her hip, as her skirt had ridden up considerably.

She was probably wearing something underneath, he told himself. A moderately high cut swimsuit would be invisible from their vantage. What was undeniable, though, was the motion of those hips.

She was making small, regular motions, like riding a very gentle mechanical bull.

Whether or not they were fully fucking, she was definitely grinding on him.

Tabitha was so turned on, she could barely keep her hand out of her pants. Just seeing the pair had primed her for an evening of self-indulgence. But watching them together with someone else, having a man pressed up against her back, sharing in the clandestine affair, that was entirely too much.

What’s more, she could feel him starting to swell against her, and she remembered what her sister had said about his cock.

In a daze of lust and curiosity, she reached back, and felt him through his pants.

+5 VP Touched the Master’s Penis (First x2).

Megan was right. It was, for lack of a better word, ideal. Long and thick enough to get any job done, but not so much that she’d worry about injury; a solid hand and mouthful. Straight and firm, and becoming more so.

Martin’s breath caught, and he cleared his throat.

Tabitha turned and looked up at him and found his face mere inches from his.

Trapped in each others eyes, feeling each other’s breath, they wondered if they were going to fuck right there against the classic arcade cabinets.

The sound of someone winning at ski ball elsewhere in the arcade shattered the moment. Tabitha retracted her hand as though his dick had just caught fire. “Good game, she said.”

“Good game,” Martin agreed.

Then, without another word, they left the arcade and went their separate ways. Both intending to find a private place to attend to their urgent personal needs.