Dark And Stormy Night

At the time of this story I was pretty good friends with a married couple, a little older than me, named Bruce and Jillian. Bruce was a lunatic and we’d all regularly get bombed together. Jillian was a very quiet woman, somewhat chunky, but one of the nicest people I’ve ever met. From time to time Bruce would really go off the rails, and Jillian would get quite upset with him.

Anyways, we were on a camping trip to Long Beach on Vancouver Island and it started raining torrentially, thunder and lightning and all. Bruce had been a general ass on the trip and Jillian was not a happy camper (see what I did there?). It eventually became clear that it would be best to get a motel room as the rain was threatening to flood our tents. Off we went to the nearby town of Ucluelet, where we were able to score a crappy room.

On the trip from Long Beach to town, Jillian had driven as Bruce was too wasted to even think about driving. He’d really gotten on her case about her slow, cautious driving and she was really mad while he was oblivious to her anger. We got into the room and they took the double bed, while I was relegated to a single on the other side of the room. Bruce soon passed out on the bed and was lost to the world, noisily snoring away. I was in a bit of a state, as I’d gotten an (accidental?) glimpse of Jillian while she got into her nightdress in the bathroom. She had big boobs that shimmied delightfully when she bent over and a lush bush that I got a good look at when she took off her panties.

I got hard because of what I’d seen and decided I would try for a jack-off after Jillian fell asleep. Suddenly, muttering about her husband’s snoring, she got up out of their bed and went to crash on a couch against a wall in direct line of sight from my bed. There was dim light from the motel parking lot and lightning occasionally illuminated the room as well.

I pulled down my underwear so I could stroke off once the others were both asleep. I pulled my cock and gently caressed my balls, keeping a big hard on going. However, Jillian seemed restless, tossing and turning, and I was beginning to wonder when I’d be able to jack myself enough to get off.

Then Jillian pulled aside her blanket and I could see that she was masturbating, her right hand rubbing rapidly away. I could make out her big bush pretty well despite the limited lighting and before long she was playing with her nipples under her top. I pushed my blankets out of the way and slowly whacked my cock, getting the pre-cum flowing copiously to lubricate my horny shaft.

By now Jillian was looking right at me as I wanked and she kind of raised herself on an elbow to get a clearer view of my stroking. Her fingers moved faster and faster under her nightdress and she suddenly took a deep breath and humped out her orgasm against her hand. I was still taking in the hot scene, when Jillian motioned me over to the couch with a presumably wet finger.

Bruce was still totally passed out and I crept over to the couch. Jillian pulled up the nightdress, totally baring her beautiful, saggy, long-nippled titties, and whispered, “I want you to cum all over my breasts.” I didn’t need any more encouragement. 

I brought my cock to her tits and slid my hand faster back and forth over my throbbing dick. Jillian was staring intently at my cock-head and when I rubbed my drawn-up balls I exploded spectacularly. At least six ropes of thick, hot cum shot from my cock and splattered her heavy tits, leaving a superb, gooey mess. I recovered a bit, pulled up my underwear and got some toilet paper from the bathroom to gently wipe Jillian’s knockers clean.

We never had further sexual experiences or even talked about this one. Bruce and Jillian eventually got a divorce. Some guys just don’t know when they’ve got a good thing going.