I gently guided Kimmi's head down, shielding most of her face. After about five minutes, she started to relax, getting used to the thrill of being out in the open. Suddenly, she sat up, fixing her hair—a classic girl move that left her face fully exposed to whoever was watching next door. My heart raced, and I seized the moment, sneaking my hands to untie her bikini top. Her small but perky, pale breasts popped out. She shot me a playful glare but went right back to "work," clearly letting go of her usual inhibitions and leaning into the excitement of this outdoor escapade.
I wasn't about to waste the opportunity. I pulled Kimmi up, laid her flat on the pool's edge—her face and chest in full view of our sneaky neighbors—and went to town. She didn't hold back this time, letting out soft, sultry moans. Her body was wetter than usual, moving naturally with every thrust. Less than a minute in, I couldn't hold it anymore. I pulled out and, for the first time, finished on her face. Some of it got close to her eyes, so she squeezed them shut, worried it might drip in. I bolted inside to grab tissues. When I came back, the two guys next door were standing on chairs, fully soaking in the show. Both were in the darker corner hiding their faces.
Back at Kimmi's side, she was panting hard, a single drop of cum slowly sliding toward her mouth. Was she… trying to taste it? I carefully wiped her face clean, then scooped her up and carried her inside to the first-floor bathroom for a shower. Maybe I was seeing things, but it looked like she swallowed that tiny bit as we stepped into the bathroom. My heart swelled—her first time giving oral, and she'd gone that far. She really loved me.
Right after our shower, around 11 p.m., the doorbell rang. Who the hell shows up this late? This hotel was brand-new, crazy expensive, and we only got the villa at a steal because the owner's son, Joe, was Kimmi's classmate. The guests here had to be pretty high-class, so it couldn't be some sketchy creep, right? Kimmi trailed behind me as I checked the door's monitor.
"Hey, Kimmi, it's Alex!" the guy said. "Saw you guys when you checked in. What are the odds we'd run into you here?"
Yup, it was Alex, Kimmi's college friend. I'd met him once or twice—decent guy. But something clicked: he was definitely one of the dudes peeping earlier. I gave a casual greeting, but Kimmi's face went pale, trying to stop me from opening the door. Too late—it was already open. Standing next to Alex was a tall guy, maybe 190cm, and I was 100% sure he was the other peeper. No doubt about it—Alex had just seen Kimmi completely naked. Thankfully, neither of them mentioned it, saving us from total awkwardness.
After some small talk, Alex grinned at Kimmi. "Crazy running into you here. I was gonna wait till we got back to hit you up for that Singapore trip."
Wait, what? I knew Kimmi was going to Singapore with a girlfriend for a work thing, with some fun on the side. She'd never mentioned Alex being part of it. Was there something I didn't know?
Kimmi's face stayed stiff as she stammered, "You're going to Singapore too? Amy didn't tell me."
A weird look flashed across Alex's face, but he brushed it off quick. "Guess Amy forgot to mention," he said, then pivoted like a pro. "Anyway, we just got back with a ton of beer and snacks. Come hang!"
Kimmi hesitated. "We just showered, not really up for going out."
Alex turned to me. "How about we come over? You cool with that?"
The thought of them having just seen Kimmi naked sparked that same twisted thrill in me. Before Kimmi could say anything, I blurted, "Sure, come on over!"
They showed up with a haul of snacks, beer, a camera, and a laptop, blasting some pop music that instantly lightened the mood. Within half an hour, we'd each downed about two beers. The guys handled it fine, but Kimmi's a lightweight—she barely drinks, so she was tipsy in no time. Not long after, she said she was ready to crash.