To a situation Gavin had never dreamed of

Gavin's head was spinning as they broke apart. Time had seemed to stand still while they were face to face, but now it was moving faster than he could process. She was still crouching, just about crotch level. Just the right height to...

"I don't want you to get the wrong idea," Heather was saying. "I'm not looking for anything serious right now. But, I like you, and I'm fucking horny."

Gavin couldn't manage a reply. "This can't be real," he thought to himself. "This can't be happening."

"We're here for a week," she continued, her hand reaching to grab the front of his boxers. "I want to have some fun in that time. Do you?" With her other hand she removed his glasses, passing them back to him. He numbly took them, putting them on automatically. By the time they were on her exploratory hand was peeling down his boxers, and he froze as his long cock sprang out.

"Shit," Heather said, grinning. "It's as big as I thought. Did you know you're packing Westher?" She looked up at him then and he almost passed out; she was so beautiful, her usual playful smirk adorned with so much eroticism that he'd never noticed before. Her hand wrapped around his shaft then and his knees buckled slightly in shock, but her expression had turned stony.

"I'm serious about this Gavin," she said. "Do you want this?"

He was almost too late by the time he managed to get his thoughts together enough to reply. "Yes, God yes!"

She grinned again. "Good, I don't think my self-confidence could've taken being rejected by you." His expression flickered between hurt and excited. Her hand was gently caressing his shaft, masturbating him. It was the first time anyone other than him had touched it.

"I'm obviously kidding," she laughed, noticing his reaction. "If I didn't like you would I do this?" Gavin's brain practically short-circuited as she opened her mouth, guiding her lips to his shaft and looking coquettishly up at him as she wrapped them around his swollen cockhead.

"F-fuck!" he gasped, eyes bulging as she slowly began to tease his prick with her tongue. She was sucking on his bellend, probing it's circumference with her skilful tongue, while her hands continued to jerk the base of his shaft. He was in heaven for the several seconds she unleashed this on him before relinquishing his cock with an exaggerated pop.

"Did you like that?" she asked, a twinkle in her eye and a smirk on her face. She was still working him with her hand.

"God yes!" Gavin cried out, in awe at what was definitely happening to him.

"What about...?" she purred. She licked all the way up his shaft, her saliva covering the underside of his 8 inches. He let out a small whimper in response.

"Do you like...?" Her breath was heavy now. With one hand she lifted his cock up, pressing it into his stomach while she moved in to attack his hairy balls. Gavin groaned as she began to tongue bathe his heavy scrotum, turning into an extended grunt as she took one of his testicles in her mouth, sucking powerfully on it whilst lashing her tongue over the surface of his skin. Wispy hairs filled her mouth as she slurped on his balls but she didn't care, loving the effect she was having on the virginal Gavin.

"Oh God, oh fuck!" Gavin yelped, unable to stop himself from crying out. Her face was buried in his pubes, sucking on his balls like she was actually trying to swallow them. It was filthy, and Gavin found that incredibly hot. When she finally ceased her attack on his scrotum his groan of pleasure was equally mixed with a groan of disappointment.

"Seems you liked all of that," she smirked. Her face shone. How much sweat was hers and how much of it had she absorbed from Gavin's crotch? "What shall we do next?"