Silent Masturbation With Trouser Snakes

I've just come back from a month long holiday with friends as we all deserved it, no real decent holiday since we finished highschool when we did schoolies week Anyway, a fair group of us, about 10, decided we should all take a holiday from our respective jobs, as we never really took a break during the xmas holidays. A few weeks before hand we all got together to introduce ourselves to a few friends a couple of us decided to bring along, to make the holiday more enjoyable, the more the merrier as they say. One of them was this huge guy, he was close to 7 foot tall and just towered over everyone else, he was fairly toned, not a great deal of muscle but buff enough to look good and pretty good looking too, plus he was an american, although had lost most of his accent as he had lived in australia for about 10 years. There were a couple other guys and girls, one which I took notice of more than the others because she was just beautiful and has a chest like no-one else. I was getting slightly horny thinking about the two of them we got to know each other fairly well and got to know well i'll just say Mr America and Miss Universe, pretty well, not to say I snobbed the others as I got along with them pretty well. We all put our money together, and since we had planned this at least a year in advance we had saved up a decent amount of money between us so we decided to go to Vegas, and decided to go Economy as to save money, although I would of at least Business but it was a group decision. I got to sit next to Mr America and my best friend whom i'll call Bee, as she loves honey. During the flight my mind started to wander, and seeing it was a long flight I decided to go to sleep anyway. During my light rest I began thinking about Mr America and being the big guy he is I thought about how big his cock was, and I started getting turned on. Every so often I would rub myself, but make it look like I have an itch or something. After a while it just got too much for me, and eventually went to the toilet, horny as hell. I pulled my pants down to my knees and just sit on top of the toilet, and I just look down at my puffy self, wanting to hump something so badly but I didnt want to make a noise, and seeing if I did go any further I would make too much noise. so after 10 minutes of just sitting there thinking of other stuff to get my mind off mr. america and his genitalia, I flushed the toilet (as to make out I went during that time) and return to my seat. The rest of the flight was pretty uneventful...well except the odd moments I caught myself staring at mr america's crotch. After we get to the hotel all jet lagged we split up and went to our rooms. Our rooms had double beds big enough to fit 3 to four people comfortably. I asked Mr america if he would join me in my room for a few nights (as we could switch around rooms if we felt like it) and he agreed. The first day/night we just stayed in our rooms and ordered food as we were pretty stuffed. There was about half of us in my room and drinking our fair share of alcohol. Miss Universe was drinking with us as well, and at one point in my drunken stupor I ask her if she would take off her top, and the rest of us then chanted on "take it off" over and over. She stood up and first took off her shirt, then taking off her bra, setting free her chest puppies, and by the looks of them, they were well fed. My mouth drops open and my eyes almost pop out of my head. Everyone else notices this too and take a photo of me in my stunned state. I ask how big they are, and she says they are bordering F cup. I state that they must be fake, but she claims that they are real, this discussion goes on for a while, before we all decide to head to bed, which is about 3:30am, she walks out of my room still topless. I climb into bed stripping down to my bra and panties, a few minutes later Mr America comes to bed with just his jocks on. I ask him if he will spoon me and he reluctantly agrees. I drift in an out of sleep for about an hour, while he goes out in about 15 minutes. Feeling rather horny and bored, I start moving against his crotch more trying to make him hard, and it eventually works. I slid my hand back to try and get his cock out, and I'm surprised at what I'm feeling, while I had guessed it, I never thought it would be huge. I manage to get it out and I move so its now between my legs. I look down under the sheets and its like I almost have one of my own. Mr America moves in his sleep and now he is in such a position that I could pull him off with ease, still between my legs. I get really hot but I leave the sheets on, I start stroking his cock and I'm really horny at the sight of this ..well Trouser snake. I feel like fucking him so hard but I want to make him come without waking him up. I rub my vagina with his cock, moving it up and down between my legs, and at this stage I feel like rooting him so hard. I move over to more of the edge of the bed and turn over so im now facing him. I start giving him a handjob and I finger myself at the same time. I change hands and now the jacking of him is a little easier with my own body fluids. I continue on for about a couple minutes more before he finally comes, shooting onto my stomach and on the bedsheets. I still havent orgasmed yet and there is no way I can do it while lying in bed, or without anything else, but still wanting to stay in bed, I move over to the edge and start humping the edge of the mattress and think about Miss Universe's tits. Then I start thinking about Mr America's cock, then him coming over her tits, and I finally orgasm after much humping and move back into bed, manage to put his cock back into his pants and fall asleep in the morning well closer to midday I wake up and Mr America is having his would be now lunch and as I pass him he says "Thanx for the handjob last night" Turns out I had slightly woken him when I started rubbing against him and he just lay there still basically half asleep but knew what was going on the whole time. Next night, he returned the favour