"So... what do you want to do first?"

"So... what do you want to do first?"

I was about to answer her — about to tell her exactly what I wanted to do first — when Alice moved.

She didn’t wait for me to decide. Instead she broke the kiss, gave me one quick, almost shy glance, then swung one thick thigh over me so she was straddling properly. For a second I thought she was just getting comfortable. Then she kept turning, twisting in my lap until her back was pressed to my chest and that incredible, plush ass was planted right on top of my cock.

“Like this,” she whispered, voice a little breathless. “I… I thought about this. When we were texting. You behind me. Your hands everywhere. I want to feel you like this first.”

My brain short-circuited.

She started moving before I could even process it — slow, deliberate rolls of her hips, grinding that soft, heavy ass back against the hard ridge in my jeans. The friction was maddening. Every slow circle dragged her cheeks along my length, the thin fabric of her shorts and my jeans doing almost nothing to dull the sensation. I could feel the heat of her pussy through everything, the way her thick thighs flexed on either side of mine.

“Fuck, Alice—”

“Shhh.” She reached back, found my hands, and pulled them forward, placing them right on her tits. “Just… touch me while I do this. Please.”

I didn’t need telling twice. My palms filled with the heavy, warm weight of her breasts, squeezing through the tank top and bra. They felt even bigger from this angle, soft and overflowing my fingers as she kept rocking back against me. I pinched her nipples through the fabric and felt her whole body shudder, a soft moan slipping out of her.

She kept grinding. Not fast — slow and purposeful, like she was testing how much friction she could take. Every time she rolled her hips back, that plush ass smothered my cock, the cheeks parting slightly around the shape of me even through our clothes. I could feel how wet she was getting; a damp patch was forming on her shorts and it was soaking into my jeans. The smell of her — warm skin, faint perfume, and the unmistakable scent of arousal — filled the small caravan.

I buried my face in the side of her neck, kissing and biting lightly while my hands worked her tits. One slid under her top properly this time, pushing the bra cup down so I could get skin on skin. Her nipple was stiff and hot against my fingers. I rolled it, tugged it, and Alice’s grinding stuttered for a second before she found the rhythm again, pressing back harder.

“This is… new,” she admitted in a shaky whisper, still moving. “I’ve never done this with anyone. Just… used my imagination. But you feel so much bigger than I thought you would.” She gave a particularly slow, filthy roll of her hips that made both of us groan. “And I’m so fucking wet already. Can you feel it?”

I could. The heat and dampness were obvious every time she dragged herself along my cock. My hands were greedy now — one stayed on her tits, the other slid down over her soft stomach and between her thick thighs, cupping her over the shorts. She was soaked through. I pressed my fingers against the fabric right where her clit should be and she jerked, grinding down harder against my hand and my cock at the same time.

“Chris— oh my god—”

She kept going, using my body like she’d been planning this exact moment. The caravan bed creaked quietly under us. The string lights painted warm shadows across her curves. Her long dark hair tickled my face as she leaned her head back against my shoulder, eyes half-closed, lips parted. Every few rolls she’d let out these soft, helpless little sounds that went straight to my balls.

I was dangerously close already and we were both still fully dressed.

Alice suddenly slowed the grinding to a torturous crawl, like she could feel how close I was getting. She turned her head just enough to look at me from the corner of her eye, cheeks flushed dark, that mischievous smile returning even while she was panting.

“I don’t want to stop yet,” she whispered. “But I also don’t want you to cum in your jeans like some teenager.” She gave one more deliberate, slow drag of her ass along my cock and squeezed her thighs together, trapping me there. “So tell me what you want to do now… before I decide to be mean and keep teasing you like this until you’re begging.”

Her hips gave the tiniest, wicked little twitch.