A Stormy Night in Puerto Angel
The business trip to Puerto Angel was supposed to be routine, but the tension between me, Joel, and Miguel had been simmering since the bus ride. I had spent hours pretending to sleep, my hand inconsciently brushing against Joel’s lap. He wasn’t wearing underwear, and the hardness of him beneath his trousers was impossible to ignore. Every small squeeze I gave him seemed to spark a silent agreement between us.
When we finally reached the hotel, we found only one room with a single bed available for Joel and me. As we unpacked, the air grew thick with anticipation. Joel admitted he was still without underwear, and when he stepped out of his pants, I was breathless. He was impressively endowed, a sight that made my heart race. I joked about needing a pillow for safety, but the laughter was merely a cover for the heat rising in my chest.
I revealed my own preference for tight, string-like thongs, and Joel’s eyes darkened. He praised my curves, his hands finding my hips and pulling me close. The friction of his erection against my backside sent a jolt through me. He stripped me bare, his gaze lingering on my size, and we fell into a feverish rhythm. I guided him in with a condom, sliding down onto him until he filled me completely. The sensation was overwhelming; I had never felt anything so thick and commanding.
As I moved my hips in a slow, grinding circle, we kissed with a desperate hunger. The pleasure built until I felt a sudden, explosive release. I gasped, realizing I had reached a climax without even touching myself—the sheer intensity of his presence inside me was enough. We didn’t stop there; we collapsed together, and he drove into me again and again, leaving me exhausted but utterly satisfied.
The energy shifted when Miguel joined us after dinner. What started as playful flirting under the table evolved into a daring invitation. In the dim light of the hotel room, the three of us shed our clothes, our desires converging. Miguel was hesitant at first, having never been with another man, but the chemistry in the room was magnetic. I took charge, guiding him through the pleasure, while Joel and I explored each other in a tangled mess of limbs.
The night became a blur of sensory overload. I found myself in the center of their attention, my mouth and body occupied by both men. There was a profound sense of liberation in the shared intimacy. We experimented with every position, from the intensity of a 69 to the breathtaking feeling of being filled while giving pleasure to another. By the time the sun rose, we were spent, bound together by a secret that would make the journey home feel far too short.