The Apartment Owner Visited Us at Dawn

We arrived in Valencia after midnight and went straight to the apartment Adrián had lent us for a few days. The idea was for Lorena to get to know some of the coastal towns people had recommended to her so much, and the place was perfect: central, quiet, with a huge bed facing a picture window.

We were exhausted. It was that strange kind of tiredness that makes your body heavy but keeps your mind switched on, so instead of sleeping we started talking about the night before, about everything that had happened at Nuria’s place. We laughed quietly for a good while until sleep suddenly got the better of us.

I woke up before she did. We had arrived so worn out that we didn’t even change: we just took off our clothes and stayed in our underwear, and when I opened my eyes I felt Lorena’s breasts pressed against my back and her arm draped across my waist. I carefully slipped out of her embrace, put on my robe, and went to the bathroom.

When I came back, she was already looking for clothes to shower in.

“Good morning,” I said, and took my spare clothes out of my bag. I took off my robe to start getting dressed. “How did you sleep?”

“Very well. And you?”

“Me too. I needed it.”

“You can say that again.” She touched her breasts with a grimace. “Though my nipples hurt a little. That guy, Bruno, seemed like a suckling baby.”

I burst out laughing.

“You’ve got gorgeous breasts. It’s only normal they’d go for them.”

“You’re no slouch either. And with your experience… they were after you the whole time. They seemed insatiable.” She fell silent for a second. “Did you like it?”

“Yes, a lot. Though I’m more into doing it in private.”

“Me too. It’s more enjoyable, there are fewer distractions.”

We had breakfast while telling each other everything, the details each of us had lived through while the party scattered into different rooms. After that I called Adrián to let him know we were back in the city. We made plans to see each other during the week, something we both appreciated, because our bodies were still a little sore and we wanted to rest.

***

On Wednesday we were still in bed when the doorbell rang. A second later I heard a key turn and the door open.

“What was that?” Lorena asked, half asleep.

“It must be Adrián. He has a copy, he said he’d stop by.”

“And what time is it?”

“Half past eight.”

She stretched, yawning with a lazy moan. I sat up in bed and rolled my neck from side to side, still groggy, just as he came in carrying a tray and a bed table. He had brought two coffees, toast, butter, and jam.

“How thoughtful,” I said, as Lorena propped herself up to sit.

Adrián kept his eyes on her breasts, barely covered by a tiny strappy top. He didn’t even try to hide it.

“Wouldn’t you like cream for your coffee?” he asked, and the smile on his face said something else. “Or better later.”

“You arrived very early.” Lorena got to her feet. “I’m going to shower.”

“I’ll come with you and scrub your back,” he offered, without thinking.

“As you like.” She smiled and headed for the bathroom, taking off her top along the way.

“Just the back, huh?” I said to Adrián, laughing, as I took a sip of my coffee.

“I make no promises.” He unbuttoned his shirt and went after her.

From the bed I could hear them. Their laughter, Lorena’s broken-off replies every time he interrupted her with a kiss. I stayed there a while, sipping my coffee slowly, listening to them, letting curiosity take over.

I finished the cup, took off my underwear, and went after them.

I sat on the toilet to pee while watching them through the misted glass of the shower screen. Lorena was bent over, her mouth busy on him, giving him a slow, deep blowjob. Adrián had his arms stretched out, caressing her ass and sliding one finger between her cheeks. Every time he touched her, she let out a low, muffled sound, unable to stop doing what she was doing.

I got into the shower and wrapped my arms around Adrián from behind. I ran my hands over his chest, his stomach, pressed my body against his back while water poured over us. He stopped touching her and placed both hands on Lorena’s head, setting the rhythm.

“Let’s go back to the room,” he said after a while. “We’ll be better there.”

Lorena got out of the shower. Before following her, I took Adrián’s cock in my hand and stroked it from top to bottom, slowly, looking him in the eye. We dried each other off half-heartedly and went back to the room hand in hand, behind her, as she let out little squeals every time he tapped her ass.

***

The two of us laid him on his back in the middle of the bed. We got on all fours, one on each side of his hips, and started stroking him slowly: I kissed the inside of his thighs while Lorena took up the blowjob again, running her tongue all the way along him. He caressed our legs, came up to our ass, and went back down, bringing his fingers toward each of us.

We turned it into a kind of three-way sixty-nine. We ran our tongues from the base to the tip again and again, trapping him between our lips in coordination, taking turns without taking our eyes off each other. He just moaned. He slipped two fingers into each of us and used his thumb to draw slow circles, and I had to close my eyes not to lose control.

Lorena sat up first. She positioned herself over him, guided him with her hand, and began to lower herself slowly. She let out a long sigh as she sank down until she was fully seated. Adrián called me over with a gesture and I straddled his face. He started giving me the most amazing blowjob, working over my whole body with his tongue again and again before focusing on my clit until it made me tremble.

Lorena rose and fell on him, touching her breasts, her eyes shining with pure arousal. She took my hands and brought them to her breasts, and put hers on mine. Adrián held her ass and made her move faster. We kept going like that for a few minutes until the two of us came almost at the same time: me against his mouth, her trembling on top of him. When he came, Lorena leaned down and gave me a long, hungry kiss I hadn’t expected.

He didn’t let me go. He stayed there, insisting with his tongue on a spot already far too sensitive, not letting me pull away, until he ripped a cry from me I didn’t even recognize as my own.

Lorena got off him. Adrián gently pushed me downward, gave me a light slap, and stood up. He put me on all fours at the edge of the bed and penetrated me in one thrust, so deep that I arched my back and moaned. He started moving hard, alternating rhythms: sometimes fast, sometimes very slow, sliding all the way in and lingering there for a moment before starting again.

He took me like that for a good while, his arms around my breasts, which swung with every thrust, while Lorena slid her hand between my legs and squeezed him softly. When he finished, he did it inside me, in a long succession of spasms that I could feel running through him. I collapsed face-down on the bed, undone, and he dropped down beside me, breathing hard.

Lorena came over, took him while he was still hard, and brought him to her mouth to take the last of it, cleaning him slowly before lying down against his chest. The three of us stayed like that for a while, in silence, his hands spread between our asses and the ceiling turning a little.

***

I got up for a moment to go to the bathroom. When I came back, the scene had changed.

Lorena was on all fours and Adrián, kneeling behind her, was spreading her ass cheeks with his hands and preparing her with his tongue, slowly, patiently. She was moaning, already spent. I sat down beside them, leaned against his thigh, and started stroking him again, licking him slowly while watching him work. When two of his fingers slid in without effort, she straightened up.

“Slowly, he’s very thick,” Lorena asked, turning her head to look at him.

He began to go in very slowly, attentive to every sound she made. Lorena lowered her gaze, saw me there lying down, and shifted a little until I was right underneath her. I was so turned on watching them that I took my hand to the base of him and matched every movement, feeling the rhythm from below.

She leaned forward more, until her breasts were resting on my chest, and started kissing me between the legs. She parted me with her tongue and slid a finger in while tending to my clit, and I responded in kind, stroking her, rubbing that swollen button begging for attention. It was all too much: having her on top of me, her mouth on me, and at the same time watching up close as he sank into her.

We stayed like that for a long while. The only sounds were our mouths and the three of us breathing hard. I rubbed with the tip of my finger, she sucked, and Adrián sped up, driving deeper, with that sharp slap of skin against skin filling the room.

We came almost together. He pressed his body against hers as he finished inside, letting out a rough groan from deep inside him, and Lorena pressed her mouth to mine at that very moment, trembling, while I came for the third time, feeling my whole body tense and then release all at once.

Adrián pulled out slowly and went to the bathroom. Lorena collapsed beside me, exhausted, and we lay there looking at each other with that silly after-sex smile, saying nothing, both of us satisfied. Outside, Valencia was only just beginning to wake up, and we still couldn’t bring ourselves to get out of that bed.