Page 5 of Their Little Christmas Bounty
“Come on, accept her request.Tell me what she’s posted.I bet it’s hot.”
He has a point, and now curiosity has me in its grip.I accept her request and am immediately rewarded with access to her Kynkworld profile.
Her account is brand new, only created today.And our girl’s been busy.I click on the first image.She’s wearing a t-shirt that looks like it was made for a small child.It hugs her tits as tightly as a bra…a bra which she isn’t wearing.My mouth waters.
“So?”Lyle nudges me with his elbow.“Hot, right?”
“Hot enough.”
He pulls into a motel parking lot.“We’ll sleep here tonight and go over her account.Maybe she left us a clue.”
“It’ll be another false lead.You know it.I know it.”
“It’ll be more than we have now.”
He has a point.But I don’t want to be traveling all over SoCal on a wild goose chase.Or a wild brat chase.
Our motel room is boring, all shades of cream and brown.Bedspread, carpet, curtains, furniture.Lyle calls first dibs on the shower, so I lean back on one of the queen-sized beds and pull up the Kynkworld app.
Fuck, she’s gorgeous.Those elvish green eyes twinkle as she looks into the camera.Her curves are on display in a lacy pink bra and panty set.She’s even wearing a fucking garter belt and stockings.I’m dying here.
I unfasten my jeans, take out my dick, and give it a good stroke.Yeah.A white-hot thrill moves through me.
I scroll to the next image.In this one, her lingerie is different—she’s in a pair of boy-cut panties and a camisole.It’s so sheer, I can see the outline of her nipples.Mouth-watering.I stroke my dick harder.
The next image on the photo carousel is a video.I hold my breath as it begins.She’s wearing a button-up shirt.It’s long and hits her mid-thigh—it looks like it would belong to a man.
If she has a boyfriend, I will perish.I shove the thought from my head as she lifts the hem of the shirt.Up, up, over those smooth thighs.Her light blue panties come into view, and she opens her legs slightly.
Those little blue panties have a wet spot.Her smile grows more mischievous as she starts to lower a hand down the front of them.I stroke myself harder.I’m so close.But I want to see her come, first.How long is this video?Will she get herself off?
She winks.The video has two seconds left.
Fuck.Me.She’s going to leave me hanging.
As she turns the camera to end the video, I catch something in the background.A logo—blue background, with a peach seashell.Is that the ocean in the distance?I didn’t even notice it at first.I was too busy staring at Ariel.
I yank my pants back up.Jerking off can wait.
A search online of hotels and bed-and-breakfasts gives me about a hundred hits, but when I narrow the search to include seashell logos, I find the place.Mirarosa Seashell Hotel.
I pound on the bathroom door.“Lyle.We gotta go.I know where she is.”
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Austin can’t even let me jerk it in peace.Here I am, dick in hand while the shower sprays over me, imagining sweet Ariel on her knees with her hands tied behind her back, my cock in her mouth.She’s choking and gagging on me, but smiling through it all, daring me to push her further.
I don’t know if the real Ariel would behave like that, but my fantasy version sure as hell does.
Just as I’m about to shoot my load all over the shower tile, Austin bangs on the door.But I’m not about to waste this perfect mental image of our girl on her knees.
“Ariel,” I groan as I come.“Yes, baby girl.Yes.”
I slump against the shower wall, spent.
Austin bangs on the door again.“Finish fapping and get out here.I found something.We gotta go.”
