Wake up feelin' frisky

You yawn awake, still laying naked on a naked, sleeping James, his cock still inside you. He must be having a very nice dream, because he's very, very hard. You decide to make his dream just that much better and start rocking your hips on his cock, sliding it in and out of your pussy, still full of both your juices from before your little power nap.

Just a few stokes in, it starts to feeling really good, and you let it a soft little gasp, your back tensing, dragging your breasts down his chest.

His eyes blearily open, looking groggily up at you.

"Hey, sexy." You smile, pulling upright on his cock, your breasts swaying as you pull your hair back, "You seemed to be having a fun dream, I was just hoping to make it funner!"

"You certainly did..." James grins up at you, his hands sliding up your hips as they grind gently against his hard cock, deep inside your very happy pussy. "There I was having a nice business dinner when suddenly you walk in in a towel and sit on my cock. Very nice indeed."

"Are you always hard at your business dinners?" You lean down, pulling your hips further with each stroke now.

"I would be if you walked in in nothing but a towel." James grins up at you. Your eyes go wide and you start grinning. "What?" He says.

You hop off him, leaving his shining wet cock standing straight up as you and your bare breasts bounce excitedly next to him. "Let's go get lunch someplace nice! Your treat!"

"My treat, huh?" He leans up on his elbows.

"And I'll..." You smile, leaning in and slipping your mouth onto his cock, sucking your juices gently off him. "... wear nothing but a towel." You grin, licking your lips.

"You think you're up for that?" James raises an eyebrow, plucking his towel from the sauna floor, wrapping it around his waist as he stands, his cock standing happily straight out under it.

"If you've got a cock for me to sit on!" You smirk.

"Then why don't you start by putting on a towel?" He waves his hand toward the door and you raise your eyebrows this time.

"Um," This is what you'd just suggested, right? "Right." You nod, hesitating at the door. You swallow, pulling it open slightly and peeking out at the empty hallway.

"Go on!" James shoves your butt playfully, pushing you abruptly into the hall. Your towel is still laying on the floor and you scamper over, bending down to snatch it up.

As you rise, you find James's hand on your back, gently stopping you bent over double, naked in the hall. You feel his fingers guide his cock into you from behind and you gasp as he slips straight deep in until his hips are resting against your butt cheeks.

"Ya, I think you can handle it." He slips a few lazy strokes in and out of you, right there in the hall, then pulls away.

You pull yourself uprigh t, biting your lip, suddenly remembering to breath. Maybe this idea is a little scarier than you expected!

"I'll go grab my wallet," James turns toward the pool doors on the way to the locker room. "Meet you in the lobby?" He tucks himself into his towel as he pulls open the doors to the pool, you still standing there totally naked.

"Um, yes!" You pull the towel up nervously in front of you and he smiles, stepping through and letting the doors noisily slam, making you jump.

You wrap the towel around yourself. It's one of the large ones, thankfully, and covers from a little peek of cleavage down to about mid-thigh.

You step out into the gym proper, passing the brunette hottie, her top rolled up a few inches now, just barely baring the underside of her perky breasts. She barely registers you as you cross out to the lobby.

"Um, miss, you can't take the towels of the property, miss!" The clerk, some young guy, says.

"Oh, I can't?" Heart racing at the naughty idea that's just popped in your head, you decide to look perfectly shocked at this entirely unurprising news, stepping up to the counter, which comes just to your waist. "Should I just leave this here with you, then?" You pull apart the cinch across your breasts, spreading just an inch of skin down your front, the strip of exposed flesh well enough to show just what you have on under it, moving painfully slow to hide your nervousness. His eyes run down your perfectly framed cleavage and past your trim tummy to stop at the edge of the counter.

Plainly aching to see that last inch, he leans in, swallowing, and you lean in too, robbing him of the chance. "But, hey, if I'm, you know, all wet, maybe I still need it?" You lick your lips, ever-increasingly aware of just how little of a lie that was.

"You don't look wet?" He conveniently fails to understand.

"Are you sure? Maybe you're not looking in the right places.." You purse your lips as you run one hand down your strip of bared skin to stop teasingly just past the edge of the counter and out of his sight. It's almost all you can do to stop your fingers from wandering dangerously lower. He swallows again.