Messy

"I don't think we should ruin the house on the first day," says Lauren, "But that doesn't mean we can't have some fun."

She releases Sam's now almost painfully swollen erection, reaching down to the discarded pillow and positioning it in front of him. Kneeling primly on the pillow, she sweeps her long brown hair behind her, grabs Sam just below the head of his cock, presses it into his belly, bends her neck, and starts licking his balls.

Sam lets out a moan as she pulls them in and out of her mouth, gently tugging and running her tongue along them, while rubbing his moist tip with her thumb. Sam runs his hands through her hair, lacing his fingers at the back of her head, holding her close. Lauren empties her mouth long enough to say, "Eager are we? Well, I won't tease you too much, then."

Straightening up, she kisses the front of his cock, and slides it into her mouth. Sam, who thought he was having a good day before now, goes weak in the knees as Lauren slides halfway down him in one go, while keeping one hand busy massaging his balls. She brings him almost completely out of her mouth each time, lips squeezing the head at the top of each bob. Sam grabs the towel bar with one hand, keeps the other one in Lauren's hair, tightening it into a fist unconsciously. "Mmmph," says Lauren, and comes up for air, "I'll take that as an 'I'm close.'"

She releases Sam, gets up, and backs up to the sink, beckoning with one finger. Sam follows, stroking himself, watching her retreating form hungrily. Lauren edges up onto the sink and, spreading her legs, reveals a thin trail of pubic hair leading to beautiful pink lips that she spreads with two moist fingers. "I know you're close, Mr. Eager, but you'd better wait for me," Rubbing herself while speaking, she smiles mischievously, "It isn't too late for you to make the walk of shame naked."

Sam laughs at her joke and takes her left leg, putting it over his shoulder. He rubs the length of his cock along her wet vagina, parting the lips gently, lubricating it with her juices. Lauren moans, wrapping her other leg around his back, pulling him closer. As he slides in, she grabs his hair and he can feel her legs tighten around him. She gasps as he pulls out a little, then pushes deeper, all the way to the base.

Lauren's other hand goes down to her clit, knowing how worked up Sam was, she doesn't want to be left behind. Sam begins thrusting, harder with each push. He kiss the calf of her leg thrown over his shoulder. Leans forward and catches a nipple between his teeth. Now it is Lauren making a fist in his hair.

"I'll take that as an 'I'm close'?" breathes Sam.

"Ohhh, shut up and fuck me!"

Lauren is flushed, head back, neck and cheeks red. Her hand between her legs moves faster. Sam can feel her grinding, even against his own motion. She rocks back and forth on the edge of the counter and it is all he can do to stop her falling off. Suddenly, her face twists and relaxes. Her toes curl beside his head and extend. Lauren groans deeply, and it falls away to a sigh.

Sam slows his hips, painfully aware of how close his own orgasm is, trying to keep it together. She takes note, gingerly slides off his cock and, smiling bashfully, starts stroking him vigorously with both hands. Pressing the tip to her lips, she starts repeating, "Cum for me, finish for me," each words send lightning through him as her lips and tongue play with her cum on the edge of his dick.

Sam barely has time to grunt, "I'm--," and he explodes. Lauren's face is covered in thick lines. Her eyes, lips, forehead and hair streaked white as Sam's nuts convulse with the pent up energy of the car ride with Shelley, yearning for her despite everything, and now this beautiful girl teasing him staring up at him with lust. As the last of his cum pulses out, Lauren sucks it off and smiles. "Time to clean up now. I'm surprised we didn't even make it to the shower yet."

They wash each other, taking time to explore places they barely got to know in their rush. Lauren tells him, "You go on ahead, I need some extra time to wash my hair, Mr. Messy."

Sam towels off, dresses, and spares a look back at the bathroom as he grabs his bag, and tries again to find an unoccupied room.