Yumi's gaze remained fixed on Travis, her eyes drinking in every detail of his form as she lost herself in the moment. With a tentative touch, she traced the outline of her arousal, her body trembling with anticipation as she teased herself through the thin fabric of her underwear. The sensation sent shivers of pleasure coursing through her, her breath hitching in her throat as she succumbed to the overwhelming sensations washing over her.
As she continued to stimulate herself, Yumi felt a familiar heat building within her, her body responding eagerly to her touch. With each passing moment, her arousal intensified, her panties growing increasingly damp with desire. Before she knew it, they were completely soaked, the unmistakable sound of her slick juices filling the air as she moved her fingers with increasing urgency.
*Slip* *Slishh*
The sound of her arousal echoed in Yumi's ears, mingling with the vivid fantasies that danced through her mind. With each stroke of her fingers, she imagined herself entwined with Travis, lost in a frenzy of passion and desire. The thought made her smile, a wicked grin spreading across her lips as she allowed herself to indulge in the delicious fantasy unfolding before her.
With a sudden surge of boldness, Yumi pushed her panties aside, her fingers plunging into the slick warmth between her thighs with abandon. She gasped at the sensation, her body trembling with pleasure as she explored herself with fervent determination. Her movements grew more frantic, her breath coming in ragged gasps as she edged closer and closer to the precipice of ecstasy.
As Yumi's pleasure mounted, she found herself teetering on the brink of release, her body throbbing with need as she sought out that elusive peak of pleasure. And then, as if guided by instinct, she found it - her G-spot, a source of unimaginable pleasure nestled deep within her core.
The sensation was electrifying, sending shockwaves of ecstasy rippling through her body as she arched her back in ecstasy. A primal cry tore from her lips as pleasure consumed her, her essence gushing forth in a torrent of blissful release.
*Splishh* *Splatter*
Her juices flowed freely, a clear stream of ecstasy cascading from her core as she surrendered herself fully to the pleasure coursing through her veins. The couch beneath her was soaked, her essence mingling with the fabric in a testament to the intensity of her desire.
As the waves of pleasure began to subside, Ari collapsed back onto the couch, her body trembling with the aftershocks of her release. She felt spent, utterly spent, her strength sapped by the sheer intensity of her climax.
"That felt sooooo good," she murmured softly, a contented smile playing at the corners of her lips as she basked in the afterglow of her ecstasy. In that moment, she felt a sense of fulfillment unlike anything she had ever experienced before, her body sated and her mind at peace.
Travis, who lay beside her, cracked his eyes open, the corner of his mouth curling into a wicked smirk. The situation was surreal, and it took every ounce of his self-control to keep his face neutral, quickly wiping away the grin before it betrayed his thoughts.
' Wow, she really fapped right next to me. That's wild, ' he mused.
His inner voice laced with amusement and disbelief. ' Anyway, I better get some sleep. Tomorrow's going to be a big day. I've got to convince Roxxy to study with me.'
His thoughts shifted to Roxxy, a sly grin creeping onto his face as he envisioned her next steps.
' Her arc isn't too hard, just a little time and effort. A favor here, a sweet word there, and I'm guaranteed access to her pink cave. That's all it takes. His smirk deepened at the thought of outmaneuvering Dexter, the dense blockhead who barely deserved her attention. Cucking the brick head... I can't wait. ' He thought.
...
When the first light of dawn broke, Travis stirred awake and slipped out of the bed. He made his way back to his own room quietly, shutting the door behind him. After a quick stretch, he decided a morning run was exactly what he needed to loosen up and energize himself for the day. Pulling on a pair of athletic shorts and a light hoodie, he stepped outside into the crisp morning air.
The town was still, the streets deserted except for the occasional chirping bird. Travis set off at a steady pace, his footsteps echoing faintly against the pavement. With every stride, his muscles warmed, and his mind cleared, giving him space to reflect.
' Titties or ass? ' Travis mused as he jogged, lost in one of the many "deep" conversations he often had with himself.
" Man, I'm not sure. As much as I love seeing ass, nothing surprises me more than a good titty flash. Yeah, I've gotta go with titties, fam." A small chuckle escaped his lips as he shook his head, appreciating the strange but valuable debates he had these days.
The sound of steady footsteps ahead caught his attention. His eyes wandered, landing on a very familiar shape—a swaying figure with an ass he'd definitely recognize anywhere. A mischievous grin spread across his face as he quickened his pace to catch up.
Once he was directly behind her, he reached out and tapped her shoulder.
Rhonda jumped forward with a startled gasp, spinning around. Her hand yanked an AirPod from her ear as she glared at him. "The fuck is wrong with you!?" she snapped, her voice cutting through the quiet morning.
Travis couldn't help but laugh, the way her anger flared up making it all the more amusing. Before she could scold him further, he smoothly slung an arm over her shoulder, pulling her closer.
"Hey," he said simply, his voice softening as his gaze met hers.
Rhonda, still flustered by his sudden appearance, narrowed her eyes but didn't move away. Her heart thumped in her chest, though she wasn't sure if it was from the scare or something else. She stared at him silently, her mind briefly short-circuiting under his steady gaze.
Travis sighed, his expression shifting to one of playful regret. "I'm sorry, okay? I just wanted to see how you'd react."
Rhonda crossed her arms, her frown unwavering. "Yeah? And? What do you gain from that?"
"A good laugh," he admitted with a smirk forming—until he saw her expression darken even more. He quickly adjusted, clearing his throat. "Which, uh... now that I think about it, isn't worth much."
For a moment, Rhonda continued to glare at him, making him glance around awkwardly. Why does she always do this? he wondered, scratching the back of his neck. But what he didn't notice was that her irritation had already begun to fade.
Why is he so damn good-looking? she thought, her cheeks heating up. She realized she was staring a second too late and quickly looked away, trying to hide her blush.
"Ahem," she coughed, regaining her composure. "Good. Now tell me—when did you start running here in the mornings?" She stepped forward, shrugging his arm off her shoulder as if to create some distance.
Travis fell into stride beside her, hands slipping into his pockets. "Today, actually. Figured it was time to mix things up and get moving in the mornings."
"Hmm," she replied, sneaking a quick glance at him. "Not bad. At least you're doing something productive for once."
"Wow, thanks for the vote of confidence," he teased, his grin returning.
TO BE CONTINUED