Sexy story excerpt from Katrina Jackson's The Hitman

The eighth good bit. In this erotic excerpt from 'The Hitman' by Katrina Jackson, one woman on holiday finds herself in an unexpected threesome.... all by herself. The hitman in the next room has the waitress to keep him occupied, but his thoughts are only for The Angry American. This hot sex story is presented by thegoodbits.com.

"I don’t even think. I crawl to the head of the bed and settle against the pile of pillows. I press myself against the wall I apparently share with some unknown couple fucking each other like rabbits in the middle of the day. When I’m this close to the wall, I can hear their whines and panting breaths."

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Episode Transcript

Speaker 1 (00:04):
This is the Good Bits.

Speaker 2 (00:14):
This excerpt from The hit Man by Katrina Jackson is
brought to you by the Goodbits dot com. He's praining.

Speaker 1 (00:24):
It's pathetic.

Speaker 2 (00:27):
I can't look away. His body is fucking perfect, not
like action star perfect. My ex fiancee, Ryan has a
movie star body. It's a contractual obligation. He spends so
many hours in the gym that I used to joke
that the rowing machine was his other girlfriend. But I

(00:48):
don't want to think about Ryan right now, so I
set my wine and watched the hairy Italian put on
a show for me. The peacock is doing laughs again.
I don't know what the fuck is up with this
man and his tiny swim trunks, but he's doing it

(01:08):
for me big time. I can't look away. The rim
of the wine glass hits my lips just as he
climbs out of the pool, slowly walking up the stairs
as if he knows. Each water droplet dripping from the
thick dark hair covering his chest and abdomen and legs

(01:31):
and arms makes my pussy ache. I wonder how all
that hair would feel against my naked skin. I'm drenched,
and I don't just mean my skin He grabs a
towel from a stand near the pool and doesn't even
pretend to dry off. Instead, he throws it over his

(01:54):
shoulders and struts around the perimeter of the pool. I
take my time, sipping the glass of wine in my hand,
watching him from behind the big, dark lenses of my glasses,
thankful that the pool area is mostly empty and no
one can see just exactly what I'm staring at or

(02:15):
how hard. Okay, I'm a little preoccupied and realize my
miscalculation too late. I think no one can see me.
I'm wrong. I'm so lost watching the gentle sway of
his hips that I don't realize he's headed my way
until his dripping body is standing at the foot of

(02:38):
my deck chair. Actually, I don't realize that soon enough.
I'm too busy licking the rim of my wine glass
as I try to visualize every ridge and vein on
his penis.

Speaker 1 (02:50):
Do you like what you see, Tazorro?

Speaker 2 (02:54):
That is the sexiest Italian accented English I've ever heard,
with the cockiest grin any man has ever had the
audacity to muster. Unfortunately, my traitorous nipples returned the grating
his dick gave me just a bit ago, hardening to
painful points against the fabric of my thin swimsuit. He

(03:18):
smiles at my chest and licks his lips.

Speaker 1 (03:21):
I like what I see.

Speaker 2 (03:24):
I didn't ask you that he stands watching me and
not leaving. I need him to leave. I need to
leave before I embarrass myself too late. I rub my
thighs together the tiniest bit. I just need the friction
to take the pressure off my throbbing clit, something to

(03:46):
calm my hormones and my pulse. I stand from the
deck chair in a rush, set my wine glass down,
grab my purse and clutch it against my chest to
hide my nipples. Push my glasses up the bridge with
my sweaty nose, and rush back into the building.

Speaker 1 (04:03):
Wait to zorrow.

Speaker 2 (04:04):
I pretend not to hear him.

Speaker 1 (04:07):
I want to follow angry American, but I can't. I've
wrapped a towel around my waist and grab my clothes
from the lounge chair. I'd claim and rush back into
the hotel. She's gone, espress. I turn and come face
to face with the waitress, well face to breast. My

(04:30):
mood lifts immediately. She's not pig glasses and brown ties
and dainty white toenails. But her angry smile is an
open invitation. I have a break after lunch shift.

Speaker 2 (04:44):
There's anything else you need?

Speaker 1 (04:46):
So I reluctantly raise my eyes to her face and nod,
I'll meet you at my room.

Speaker 2 (04:56):
My heart is still raising. I've showered, changed, and drank
the largest bottle of water in the minibar the last
couple of days. Aside, I'm actually not much of a drinker.
A glass of wine with dinner or the rare boozy
brunch with my friends is much more my speed. I've

(05:16):
been overdoing it in my haste to trown my feelings,
and I realize that now. Or I realized that when
I'd been giving serious consideration to letting a strange man
fuck me by the hotel pool, and then I hear
a loud moan from the hotel room next door. She

(05:41):
makes me realize my grave mistake in my rush to
sober up. I haven't masturbated in days, and I didn't
pack a vibrator for this trip. The woman whinds. If
she says actual words, I can't hear them, but I
don't need to. Well, I know exactly what a moan

(06:02):
like that means. I imagine whoever she's with has pushed
his stick into her so hard and fast that it
took her breath away. I'm jealous. I know what that
sound means. I don't even think. I crawl to the
head of the bed and settle against the pile of pillows.

(06:23):
I press myself against the wall I apparently share with
some unknown couple fucking each other like rabbits in the
middle of the day. I bend my legs at the
knees and spread them wide. I shiver as the room's
cool air hits my sex. I'm not even what, but

(06:46):
the kiss of the air conditioning is like a firm slap.
I love it. I gently caress my breasts, massaging them,
tweaking the nipples, thrilled at my own touch, thrilled at
any touch. After the past two days, my hips begin

(07:08):
to circle unconsciously. My pussy clenches unhappily empty. Can a
pussy be unhappy? Whatever mine is? And while I can't
go back in time and make Ryan not be a
garbage human being, or even better, go further back to
never having dated him at all, I can fill my

(07:31):
empty aching pussy. I move my hand over my bare
sex and caress my clit with the pads of my fingers.
My head falls back against the headboard and my mouth
falls open. Is it narcissistic to enjoy my own body

(07:53):
as much as I do? Augh? Who cares? I circle
my clit and caress my lips until I'm wet, until
I'm dripping excitedly, until I can push two fingers inside
myself with ease. My size turned to a moon. My

(08:14):
hips circle again, and my fingers sink deeper inside myself.

(08:35):
I pinch my left nipple and move the hand between
my legs faster and faster and faster. This feels so good.

(08:59):
I'm a seemly wet now. Has Ryan ever made me this?

Speaker 1 (09:04):
What?

Speaker 2 (09:04):
Has he ever fucked me hard enough for our neighbors
to hear? Why haven't we ever fucked each other while
listening to our neighbors, or at least while watching our
favorite porn together? Why did I waste my twenties on
a man who boxed me in to protect his own
public image instead of letting me be free and growing

(09:25):
with me. Thank God I didn't marry him. I think,
just as I come in a wet rush all over
my fingers. To see what happens next, click the link

(09:58):
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by Katrina Jackson. You'll find a whole host of stories
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