So my girlfriend and I just got back from a trip with her family. It was crazy! For weeks before, we were hyping it up. Her sisters gave us our own room, and we were already planning how much we were going to fuck — bed, sofa, chair — the whole deal. No need to hold back, no need to stay quiet.
Then, a few days before the trip, plans changed. Some younger family members decided to tag along. Suddenly, instead of having the room to ourselves, we had company. At first it was a huge letdown — all those fantasies we’d built up felt like they’d been taken away. But I told her, “we always find a way,” and sure enough, we did.
First night
When we checked in, it was the two of us plus them sharing the room. Luckily, they decided to head down to the lobby to catch up with the others. The second the door closed behind them, I looked at my girlfriend and she already had that smirk — we both knew. Clothes came off fast. I had her on the bed, me standing at the edge, fucking her hard in missionary while she was half-checking her phone to see how much time we had. It was the fastest we’ve ever gone, but it was hot as hell — all urgency, all adrenaline — because we knew dinner reservations were coming up and we couldn’t afford to get caught.
The last night
That’s when things got crazy. After a long day of activities, we finally came back to the room exhausted. One person crashed, another went off to the gym. It was just us, spooning on the bed, half-asleep but pressed close. That’s when I got hard and started teasing her with my bulge through my boxers. She shifted back into me, lifted her hips a little higher, and guided my hand onto her chest.
My boxers have a slit in the front, so I slipped myself out under the sheets. She slid her shorts and panties to the side, and I eased myself inside her from behind. Slow, controlled thrusts, bodies pressed together, both of us trying to stay quiet. The thrill of it was insane — knowing someone was asleep just feet away.
Then it got riskier. The door opened. Someone came back into the room. My girlfriend and I froze for a second, but I stayed buried in her. We were covered in blankets, and I just kept moving slowly, so subtle it looked like we were just cuddling. I even asked him casually where he went, making small talk while I was still deep inside her. She was biting the pillow, holding in her moans, while I tried to keep a straight voice.
That moment was probably the hardest I’ve ever been in my life. Sneaky, risky, forbidden — exactly the opposite of what we planned for the trip, but so much hotter in its own way.