Save for my shoes, I was now naked with all my dignity gone. I wrapped my thighs round her waist and pinned her down, planting a fist firmly in her f...ace at long last. I think that stunned her as she saw stars. She pushed me back and got back on her feet. I jumped up, my breasts and belly quite a sight wobbling about. We embraced each other and as she pushed me, I pushed her, both of us a sight as we grunted and panted. I got her up against the wall of the bar but as I did, she let go of me. Patrick and Gloria removed their robes as well. I couldn't help comparing bodies.The only word for Gloria was lush. She was the adolescent male's ideal, the Playboy model of perfection. I wondered if she had been surgically enhanced. Her breasts were big and bouncy and upstanding. Can silicone bounce, I wondered. Her hips were full, and there was a fascinating taper from the points of her pelvis to the V of her pubic hair. When she turned away from me, her ass was wide and lovely, with deep. Now about myself, I am 6 ft tall with a lean body, school team swimmer, 6″ dick and brown.Mark was shorter than me but had curves at the right places. He had man boobs, the size of my fist and the juiciest ass that I’ve ever seen. He has a curved 7″ dick and was the yummiest thing that I’ve ever tasted.Now coming back to the story, I didnt know that Mark was going to be there as I had lost touch with him.Later at the hotel, me and my friends were drinking, smoking and playing while I get a call. I blush, remembering the stiff stained sheets; proof of the act, or sometimes just the dream.I lie on my back, calm and sure in the warmth, and slide my hands down my skin. There's a certain inevitability in the movement, despite the fact that I'm convinced I could stop.Fingertips slide gently over the cloth at first, proud of the bulge, and the subtle leak from its tip. There's a sensitivity that's almost feminine at this point, where every touch produces a mental gasp, despite the almost.