Sun, sex and sea-breezes

The hotel room was small, but bright and cozy. It overlooked a small harbour where various gleaming white leisure boats bobbed up and down. Again, it was hard for Jesse to fathom someone owning a vehicle that could only really drift lazily out around it’s own fake puddle of artificially-salted water. The ocean horizon looked like it stretched on forever… but it most certainly didn’t.

Miranda scooped her up in a passionate kiss almost as soon as the door had closed behind them. The woman was a good few inches taller than the ever-overshadowed sissy, but pulled her rented property up to her by a tight grip upon those tighter shorts. John meanwhile, was making himself comfortable… discarding various items of technology and ditching his thin, silk jacket. His cousin waited until he had sat himself down on the edge of the bed to take his shoes off… then ambushed him by pushing Jesse’s little body over to fall into his lap.

“Love you, darling.” She said, switching over to push her tongue into his mouth instead. This caused their teenage companion to be rather trapped between them while they made out for a minute or two. Jesse found herself a face full of Miranda’s cleavage to try and breathe through, while behind her little butt was met by a swelling hardness from within John’s pants. If nothing else had told her where this evening was now headed… the hot crush of their two, toned bodies confirmed everything she might have asked. The wine was still buzzing through her veins though; and the strange feeling of just being an accessory or conduit which their passion for each other was flowing through and over… swept her up in the excitement.

It wasn’t long before the pair of them were stripping her naked, pulling that ridiculous ensemble of skimpy clothing off one end or the other. Suddenly it felt strange again, for Jesse to be thinking of herself as a young lady, detached from all the world outside this facade of seaside paradise. For there was flopping her same-old, hairless embarrassment of a penis. Dangling between two milky thighs that might otherwise have been entirely plausibly owned by a natural-born eighteen year-old girl. Miranda cooed and giggled with excitement at the sight of it though. Planting a trail of kisses down from Jesse’s cheek, to her flat chest, to her small belly-button…

John was un-buttoning his shirt now, the flaps opening out above Jesse’s unravelling hair. He had laid back further in the bed now though, dragging all the action with him. So that the femboy’s head was now nestled in his still-covered crotch. As Jesse felt a warm, wet cavity engulf her manhood… she in turn was entranced by a straining tent pressed up against her cheek. Her own, straying fingers couldn’t help but wander towards it’s foothills, as from this angle it seemed to tower upwards like a mountain. Her soft lips parted to let out some of the growing heat and breath inside of her, as strange and wonderful feelings began rising from below. The sun, and a scent of sea-breeze, slid in through swishing net-curtains. Outside the murmur and cries of many joyful voices still drifted ghostily. Jesse reached up… and tugged upon a zipper she found there. She’d never really imagined herself taking the first step in such things. Never imagined she would find herself in quite this place and time. But she yearned to show these two how happy they had made her. Needed to prove she could be a good, little whore… just like everyone told her she had to be. John’s flesh spilled out in a tower that reached up to the heavens, and Jesse couldn’t help but feel her mouth beginning to water at the sight.