She is completely unaware of the fact that her left nipple is hanging out. Her areola is a delicious brown, round and her stout nipple is erect and st...aring me right in the face. I suddenly get hard. I don’t just mean hard, I mean rock hard. My breath is just taken away. Now I don’t mean to brag, but 9 inches of rock hard cock can’t be hidden by a pair of jeans. I immediately jump off of her, and walk upstairs, trying desperately to keep my desire under control. I sit in on my bed and. I got up out of the bed letting the sheets fall away from my naked body,the cool air of the caravan felt great on my nipples.I walk out of the bedroom and out into the kitchenand living area.Coffee was on my mind as I stood by the sink filling up the kettle.I stood and stretchedas I waited for the kettle to boil,it felt great to be naked.After making the hot drink I turned round to make my way to the sofa area in the caravan.It was only then that I realised I hadn't pulled the curtains last. An hour passed in a flash and I began to feel emboldened with the alcohol. Eventually I blurted out a proposal that we order some champagne and continue the conversation in my room.She looked me in the eyes steadily for a minute, her tongue lightly caressing her front teeth, and then said ‘Sure, why not?’I ordered room service from the barman and followed her to the elevator, boy that walk again, even better from behind, what an ass!In the lift there was an awkward moment and then she stepped. What's wanking I asked and she stopped playing with her cunt and using the same hand she lightly gripped my cock and began stroking it.The sensations going through my cock were even better than when I rubbed my own cock; she purred that wanking and strumming is the female equivalent of wanking. But she never stopped stroking my cock and suddenly I felt a tightening in my balls and a strange tingle in my cock as just as suddenly a gush of white spunk erupted from my cock and splashed across my.