The Bathroom Confession at That Beach House

If someone asked me for a real confession, the kind you don’t tell over dinner or in front of anyone’s girlfriend, I’d probably start with that rented house near the sea. There were four of us, lifelong friends, all grown enough by then to know how to get ourselves into trouble without anyone having to push us.

I’m not going to use their real names. Let’s say I was Bruno, and my friends were Teo, Mauro, and Nico. We’d left the city with the simplest, stupidest idea in the world: drink, laugh, get little sleep, and fuck anything willing.

The house was outrageous. A pool, a huge porch, a barbecue, more bedrooms than we needed, and two bathrooms that would end up seeing more than any decent bathroom should. We’d brought expensive clothes, bottles, condoms, and that mixture of arrogance and sexual hunger that clings to you when you’ve spent too long fantasizing and not enough time touching real flesh.

We hadn’t even finished unpacking the bags when Teo was already calling some girls he knew to come over for lunch. He’s always been that way: the guy who knows everyone, who makes the plans, who promises more than he ends up fucking. Even so, when the doorbell rang so soon, even I was surprised.

I went to open the door bare-chested, a beer in my hand, my hair still damp from the trip. I expected to see two women. Four walked in.

All four were dressed up as if the heat didn’t matter to them, carrying themselves with the confidence of people who know they’ll draw attention the moment they set foot somewhere new. A brunette with a quick smile, a freckled redhead, a blonde with endless legs, and another brunette who, the moment she looked at me, made me feel the instant tug in my crotch.

She was the one I liked most from the very first second. Not because she was the most outrageous, but because of the way she held my gaze without looking away. She had a way of smiling that didn’t seem polite, but dangerous.

Lunch turned into what these things usually become: glasses filling themselves, jokes, suggestive comments, and little touches nobody wanted to acknowledge out loud. Nico disappeared with one of them for a while. Teo was trying to impress the blonde. Mauro pretended he wasn’t going to hit on any of them, which was precisely why it was more obvious.

I stayed on the porch talking to the brunette. I’ll call her Vera. She told me she worked in design, that she’d come because the others insisted, and that she had a boyfriend. She said it without changing expression, like a warning that wasn’t really a warning, but part of the game.

“Then I’ll behave,” I told her.

“It doesn’t suit you,” she replied, looking at my mouth before returning to my eyes.

At one point I went inside to pour myself another drink and, passing through the kitchen, realized that the afternoon had already taken a definite turn. Nico had one of the women sitting on the counter, her skirt pushed up and his mouth buried between her breasts, biting them with the desperation of a hungry animal. She was panting and laughing at the same time, holding his hair.

“Keep going, don’t stop on my account,” I threw at Nico.

“Wouldn’t dream of it,” he answered without taking his face from those tits.

I was adding ice when I felt fingers close around my wrist. Vera. She said nothing. She only pulled me with a confidence that made it clear she wasn’t suggesting anything anymore.

She led me down the hall, opened the door to the bathroom at the back, pulled me inside, and locked it. The click of the lock sounded louder than usual. It was a spacious bathroom, with two sinks, a full-length mirror, and a white counter that looked as though it had been put there for someone to end up on top of it.

“It’s so hot,” she said, leaning back against the marble.

“Yes, but I don’t think the weather’s the problem.”

She took the glass from my hand, sipped from it, and deliberately let some of the liquid run down her neck and between her breasts. The short dress she was wearing already revealed plenty, but seeing that trail of alcohol slide down her skin made my cock so hard I could feel it pushing against my trunks.

“You look shameless,” she murmured.

“And you look like you enjoy provoking me.”

“I’m only playing.”

I moved behind her when she turned slightly toward the mirror. I brushed her hair away from her neck and spoke close to her ear.

“Then be careful, because if you keep playing, I’m going to fuck you right here.”

Vera let out a very low laugh, almost a sigh. Then she turned around, grabbed me by the nape, and ran the tip of her tongue over my lower lip.

“Really? And would you dare, even though I have a boyfriend?”

“That depends on you, not him.”

“How convenient.”

“How horny you are,” I told her bluntly.

“You are too.”

I slipped my fingers into the waistband of her dress and pulled it up. She helped me. Underneath, she wore nothing but the bottom of a bikini, still damp from the pool. I untied the strings at her hips, and the garment fell to the floor.

She didn’t look away for a moment. That was what turned me on most: no modesty, no hesitation, no act. Just desire. She sat on the counter and slowly spread her legs, as if she wanted me to see exactly what she was offering.

Her pussy was shaved and gleaming, wet with desire. I stared at it for a second too long, and she bit her lip.

“Are you going to stand there looking, or are you going to do something?” she asked.

“I’m going to do everything.”

I untied my trunks and yanked them down. My cock came out hard and heavy, already wet at the tip. Vera looked at it as if she were assessing it, then extended one foot and rested it on the bundle of fabric tangled around my ankles. She began slowly rubbing the sole against the base of my cock, just to make me moan.

“Fuck,” she let slip. “You really were packed tight in there.”

“And you’ve been looking for it for a while.”

I moved in to kiss her. It wasn’t a tender or measured kiss. I grabbed her jaw, opened her mouth with my tongue, and before long we were breathing into each other, biting, filling each other’s mouths with saliva like two hungry strangers. She grabbed my ass with one hand and squeezed my cock with the other, guiding it between her thighs so she could feel it rubbing against her wet entrance.

The contact tore a dry moan from me. Having her so slippery before penetrating her drove me out of my mind. I rubbed myself between her lips a couple of times, and she threw her head back.

“Don’t get me this worked up and then stop,” she said.

“Then get on your knees.”

She did it without protest. She climbed down from the counter, took a hair tie from her wrist, and made a high ponytail in front of me. That simple gesture hit me straight in the brain and the cock. Then she knelt between my legs and held my cock in one hand, heavy and hard, while stroking my balls with the other.

Before sucking it, she brought it to her face and breathed over the tip. Then she stuck out her tongue and slowly ran it over the glans, gathering the fluid already pooling there. I didn’t have to tell her anything. She knew exactly what she was doing and enjoyed doing it.

She sucked me slowly at first, enveloping the tip and going lower each time. Then she opened her throat and swallowed almost the whole thing in one go. I felt the heat of her mouth, the wet squeeze of her lips, the brush of her throat against my glans, and my knees buckled slightly.

“Shit, yes… like that,” I panted.

Vera looked up at me without letting go. The sight was insane: her mouth full of cock, her eyes locked on mine, one hand moving up and down the shaft while the other shamelessly massaged my balls. She set a rhythm, swallowing and pulling off, wet, noisy, filthy. Saliva ran down her chin and spattered the base of my cock.

She stopped only to spit into her hand and jerk me off more easily. Then she licked me from my balls to the tip and took me back into her mouth. Every time she went all the way down, her nose struck my pubis, and I felt a whip of pleasure shoot up through my abdomen.

“You’ve got a whore’s mouth,” I told her, grabbing her ponytail.

She smiled around my cock and sped up. She sucked me with genuine hunger, tightening her throat, making noise, letting the mixture of saliva and precum soak my entire cock. When she felt me tense, she released me for a moment and spoke in a hoarse voice.

“Don’t come yet. I want to feel you inside me.”

I made her stand with one hand. I sat her back on the counter, spread her legs farther apart, and knelt down. The smell of her pussy hit me full in the face. It was a clean, hot, aroused smell. I kissed the insides of her thighs, and she grabbed my hair, already anticipating what was coming.

I didn’t want to tease her any longer. I spat on her clitoris and ran my tongue over it. Her reaction was immediate: her whole body shuddered, and she let out a deep, drawn-out moan without a trace of shame. I opened her lips wide with my thumbs and began eating her pussy slowly, burying my tongue between her wet folds.

She tasted sweet and salty at once, and the more I licked her, the more her wetness filled my mouth. I thrust two fingers into her at once while continuing to suck her clitoris, and she dug her nails into my shoulder.

“Fuck, you bastard…”

I moved my fingers inside her, opening her, sliding in and out rhythmically while my tongue focused on her clitoris. I heard her panting above me, felt her move her hips, searching for more pressure, and felt her pussy clench every time I found the right spot. I was bringing her very close, and I loved it.

I added a third finger, and she let out a muffled “yes.” Her breathing became short and broken. Then I gently bit her clitoris, and she trembled so hard she nearly pushed me away with her thighs.

“Don’t stop, don’t stop…” she kept repeating.

I licked her more insistently, alternating tongue and fingers, until I felt her suddenly tighten. She came in my mouth with a sharp convulsion, soaking my lips and chin. It wasn’t a quiet or pretty orgasm. It was raw, messy, and very wet, exactly the way I like them.

I stood up, barely wiping myself with my forearm. She looked at me with her mouth open, her chest rising and falling quickly.

“Now fuck me,” she said. “And don’t go easy on me just because I have a boyfriend.”

“That hadn’t crossed my mind.”

I grabbed one of her legs and positioned her better on the edge. I jerked myself off a couple of times in front of her entrance and rubbed the tip over her pussy, coating myself with everything already dripping out of her. Seeing her like that, open and waiting, made me almost aggressive.

“Tell me if it bothers you,” I said, more out of habit than anything else.

“Put it in already.”

I pushed in slowly at first. Her pussy was hot and tight, and even though she was thoroughly wet, I could feel her swallowing me inch by inch. We both exhaled at the same time when I entered all the way. I stayed still for a second just to feel her: the pulse in my balls, her flesh squeezing my cock, her fingers digging into my forearms.

“Fuck…” she murmured. “Yes, like that.”

I started moving. Short strokes at first, letting her get used to my size, then broader, deeper ones. Each thrust produced a wet, distinct sound in the bathroom, a mixture of wet pussy and slapping flesh that soon became obscene. The counter banged against her back, and she took it with her legs spread around my waist.

“Look at yourself,” I ordered, turning her face toward the mirror.

She liked it. She saw herself with my cock buried all the way inside her and gave a dirty smile. I looked at us too: one hand squeezing a breast over the bunched-up dress, the other on her hip, my cock sliding in and out of her glistening pussy.

“Tell me you don’t do this with him,” I said.

“I don’t,” she panted.

“Tell me he doesn’t fuck you like this.”

“He doesn’t fuck me like this.”

That turned me on more than it should have. I increased the pace and started pounding her for real, pulling almost all the way out and driving back in hard. Vera grabbed my shoulders and stopped trying to control her moans. Each thrust tore one from her.

“More… don’t stop… fuck, harder…”

I lifted both her legs, leaving her almost lying back on the marble, and that let me get even deeper. My cock pounded inside her with a thick sound, and she tightened her stomach, moaning like a happy slut. She slipped one hand between her legs to touch her clitoris while I kept drilling her.

“That’s it, touch it,” I told her. “I want to watch you come with my cock inside you.”

Vera obeyed. She rubbed herself quickly, desperately, while I maintained a hard, steady rhythm. The counter creaked a little. The mirror reflected an indecent image. I was already beyond worked up, sweaty, jaw tight, my balls slapping against her ass with every thrust.

When I saw she was close, I pulled out abruptly. Her eyes widened, frustrated for a second, but I gave her no time to protest. I turned her around, bent her over the counter, and spread her ass with one hand.

“Brace yourself.”

She obeyed instantly. I entered her again from behind, and we both moaned at the same time. She was even tighter that way. I grabbed her waist and began pounding her eagerly, watching in the mirror as her breasts bounced and her mouth fell open every time I buried myself inside her.

“Shit, yes… like that, like that…” she repeated.

“What a delicious pussy you have.”

“And it’s yours right now. Fuck it.”

I drove into her harder. There was no more testing or restraint, just straightforward sex. The slapping of flesh rang out, along with her broken breathing and my increasingly deep pants. I reached around her, grabbed her neck without squeezing, and forced her to hold my gaze in the mirror.

“Does your boyfriend know you’re such a slut?”

Vera shook her head, biting her lip.

“No.”

“Then he should see you now, with my cock buried all the way inside you.”

I heard her moan louder. With my other hand I found her clitoris and began rubbing it while continuing to penetrate her. That undid her. Her body lost its rigidity and began to tremble. I felt her pussy starting to squeeze me in rapid pulses.

“I’m coming… I’m coming… don’t stop…”

I didn’t stop. On the contrary, I pounded her even harder, two, three, four deep thrusts while rubbing her clitoris, until she came again. This time it was more violent. Her whole body shook, soaking my cock and the base of my pubis, leaving a wet stain running down her thighs.

I kept going for a few more seconds, taking advantage of the way she contracted around my cock. I was already at the edge. I pulled out again and sat on the toilet lid, pulling her onto me so she could straddle me.

Vera understood what I wanted without needing to speak. She climbed astride me, took hold of my cock, and placed it at her entrance herself. Then she lowered herself slowly, swallowing me whole again. We both moaned, almost with relief.

She began riding me with a filthy, wet rhythm, rising and lowering herself until she took my entire cock each time. I sucked one of her nipples through the gathered fabric of her dress, then pulled it out and bit it directly. Sweat slipped down her chest, she braced one hand on my abdomen, and she kept moving her hips.

“Look at me,” she said.

I looked at her. Her mouth was glossy, her hair slightly disheveled despite the ponytail, and her expression was pure vice.

“I want you to come in my mouth.”

“If you keep going like this, it’ll be now.”

Vera quickened her pace. I helped her by grabbing her ass and forcing her down harder onto my cock. The whole bathroom seemed to smell of sex: saliva, sweat, her open pussy, my soaked cock. It was a filthy, perfect scene.

When I felt the first serious tug in my balls, I moved her aside slightly. She knelt between my legs at once, swallowed my cock again eagerly, and began sucking me with a speed that finally broke me. Her tongue passed over my glans, her hand pumped the base, and between sucks she licked my balls.

“Swallow this,” I managed to say.

I didn’t need to repeat myself. I came in her mouth with a powerful jerk, releasing several thick loads. She didn’t pull her face away. She took my cum, swallowed some of it, and let the rest stain her lips and chest. She kept sucking me gently as I finished emptying myself, drawing out every last drop.

She stayed there for a few seconds, breathing with her forehead resting against my thigh. My chest was rising and falling as if I’d just come out of a fight. When she raised her face, she smiled so brazenly that I laughed.

“Now you’ve taken the heat off me,” she said.

“And I thought you only wanted to cool down.”

I stood up and kissed her again, tasting the remains of my cum on her tongue. She didn’t pull away. On the contrary, she wrapped her arms around my neck and gave me a slow, long kiss, as if she wanted to stretch the filthy moment out for a few more seconds.

Then she picked up her phone from the shelf, looked at the screen, and burst out laughing.

“We have to get out before they suspect something.”

“With this smell, they’re definitely going to suspect something.”

We cleaned ourselves as best we could with small towels. I tied my trunks back on. She put on her bikini and dress without much hurry. Her cheeks were still flushed, and her legs were a little weak. Before opening the door, she took my hand.

“This didn’t happen,” she said.

“Of course.”

“And if it happens again, it didn’t happen then either.”

I smiled.

“That sounds even better.”

Just then, someone knocked on the door.

“Are you planning to live in there?” It was Teo’s voice, laughing. “Leave some bathroom for the rest of us, assholes.”

Vera and I looked at each other, and laughter escaped us. I opened the door a few inches.

“We’re coming out.”

“Well, hurry up,” he said. “And open a window. From here it smells like someone’s been sinning hard.”

When we went back out onto the porch, the afternoon was still just as bright as before, but I wasn’t exactly the same anymore. Vera went straight to the pool, dove into the water, and, when she lifted her head, searched for me with her eyes. It was only two seconds, but they were enough to understand that what had happened hadn’t been an accident.

I poured myself another drink and sat down, trying to look calm. Nico was still touching the brunette’s thigh under the table. Mauro was talking to the redhead far too close to her mouth. Teo was clowning around at the edge of the pool. And I could still taste a stranger’s pussy, with the echo of her moans bouncing around in my head.

The trip had barely begun. But if you ask me which was the first scene I knew I would never forget, I wouldn’t hesitate. It was the bathroom. The door closing. That woman with a boyfriend taking me by the hand as if she had already chosen me before she even entered the house.

And yes, it was filthy.

That’s precisely why I remember it so well.