Saturday, July 12, 2008

Who I Did on My Summer Vacation

Below is a slightly longer version of the summery sex tale I posted last week in the comments section of Trollop with a Laptop—the blog of the super-sexy Alison Tyler, who is sending me my very own copy of Rubber Sex! Thanks, Alison! She’s gifting little treasures from her porn closet all month, so stop by and visit. But, you know, nothing’s ever free. So be prepared to give as good as you’ll get. Spill your own sizzling secrets and dirty dreams. Come on, you know you want to.

Need inspiration? Close your eyes, breathe in the sweet scent of pine trees, sunscreen and…that cute coworker you’ve had a crush on for weeks:

Winner Spanks the Loser

During one summer break in college, I worked as a camp counselor. It was enjoyable, but the real fun happened during the last few days of August when only the adult counselors were left on premises. There was no one left to supervise and little work to do. We spent those days eyeing each other, searching for the opportunity to act on the attractions that had been simmering during the past twelve weeks.

On one of those sultry nights, I was hanging out in the rec room with Miranda, another counselor who was my age—we were both headed into our senior year at different universities. We were playing Ping-Pong, each round punctuated by tequila shots. I found myself staring at her butt each time she bent over to retrieve an errant ball. Her low-rise short-shorts hugged her ass in a really sexy way, and the top of her tiny thong poked out of her waistband every time she moved. Okay, maybe I was a little sloppy with my shots because I liked watching her chase that little ball all around the floor. Her curly hair bounced as she ran and left a fragrant trail of sweet perfume lingering in her wake. Soon the whole cabin smelled like a tempting mix of Miranda and coconut suntan lotion.

After the first game, we started making bets: the loser had to finish the other’s paperwork or carry her luggage to the bus—things like that. But as the night wore on, I was having trouble coming up with chaste suggestions. Swinging that red-rubber coated paddle was giving me some seriously dirty ideas. I couldn’t stop imagining bending her over that table and swatting the haughty little rear of this Ivy-league honor student.

And from the way Miranda began looking me over, I got the idea that she was thinking the same kind of naughty thoughts as me. So when it was my turn to call the stakes again, I suggested that the winner spank the loser. She quickly agreed. In the end, I won. I’m not entirely sure she didn’t throw the match, but as soon as she lowered those shorts and wiggled her butt at me, I didn’t care.

I’d expected her to thrust her bottom out at me playfully and take a swat or two, but that wasn’t what she was after. Grabbing the edge of the table, she encouraged me to spank her hard, and I did, enjoying the sound of the rubber slapping against her skin and the sight of her pale ass going from pale pink to cherry red. The color looked even more intense when compared to the white thong that was nestled between her perfect cheeks. Before long, she was moaning loudly and swaying her ass back and forth, offering me a more tempting target. When she spread her legs slightly, I could see the fabric of her panties was starting to darken as it moistened with her honey. Every swat made me even more turned on.

When the sight became too much for me, I tossed the paddle aside and knelt on the floor at her feet. I yanked her panties down, extricating them from her wet cleft. She moaned again when she felt the cool air hit her wet skin. Miranda bucked back toward me, and I dove in hungrily. I began licking her puffy clit and fucking her sweet hole with two overlapped fingers, making her shiver and come in no time. As she shook through her orgasm, her knees grew weak and her pussy mashed against my lips as she lost control. I lapped up all of her juice until she finally caught her breath and pulled away from me, demanding to return the favor.

I perched myself on the edge of the table, and Miranda raised my skirt above my hips, smiling when she saw that I wasn’t wearing any undies. My mind kept replaying the sight of her blushing ass and the sound of the paddle smacking her defenseless behind. Those memories, combined with her rapidly flicking tongue, soon sent me over the edge. My cries of orgasm echoed throughout the empty cabin as I ground my pussy against her pink lips.

I never saw Miranda again, but since that night I’ve never looked at a Ping-Pong paddle the same way again…