Diego yanked Iuri by the arm and pulled him farther off, where I couldn’t hear shit. The two of them started talking low. I stayed sitting on the edge of the pool, swinging my feet in the water, dying of curiosity to know what the fuck my cousin was cooking up.
A few minutes later, Iuri could barely look me in the face. He finished the job, grabbed his stuff, and left without even saying a proper goodbye.
The second he was out of sight, Diego came strolling over with that total pervert smirk.
“What the hell did you say to him?” I asked right away, anxious.
He sat down next to me on the edge of the pool, his leg pressing against mine, and smiled.
“I set it up for us to meet up later at his place.”
I just stared at him, waiting for more. Diego leaned in closer, shoulder glued to mine, and spoke real low in that teasing voice:
“You catch the size of that kid’s cock?”
Honestly… yeah, I had. While we were talking, Iuri was only in those tight black speedos, and everything was on full display. Impossible not to notice. Plus he was tall as hell, long legs… and holy fuck, his feet were massive. Those flip-flops like boat paddles. I don’t think I’d ever seen feet that big.
Diego kept going, voice low and dirty:
“When we get there, I’m gonna make up some excuse and step away. Leave you two alone and just watch from a distance. I wanna see you making out.”
Shit… I’m gonna have to kiss this kid, I thought. My stomach twisted. But it obviously wasn’t stopping at a kiss. I knew exactly what Diego wanted: to watch me fucking the kid.
The idea made me nervous and kinda disgusted… but also turned me on with this filthy curiosity. After all, Iuri probably had a huge dick, and that had gotten under my skin more than I wanted to admit.
Worst part was the poor guy accepted the invite without really getting it. I don’t think he even believed it was real. Since he had no way to pick me up, Diego offered to take me on his bike, saying it was easier than going by car.
4:45 PM
Diego showed up to get me.
I climbed on behind him, my tiny miniskirt riding all the way up my thighs and leaving my pussy completely exposed, no panties, just like he told me. The road was steep and the cold wind slammed into me, making my skin prickle and shooting straight between my legs, leaving me all shaky and wet from nerves.
My heart was pounding in my throat the whole ride, beating all fucked up, this crazy mix of fear, shame, and adrenaline rushing down my chest and settling right between my thighs. The engine roared and vibrated straight against my bare pussy, cold air rubbing where it shouldn’t, making me squeeze my thighs around his just to try and control the tingling.
God, I was horny and terrified at the same time, turned on like crazy from feeling so exposed and vulnerable on the back of his bike.
5 PM
When we got there, Iuri was already waiting. He walked up a little more relaxed but still shy, eyes dropping to the ground more than looking at me. It was funny how he didn’t even bother getting cleaned up. Just shorts, no shirt, same old flip-flops.
The spot was packed with guys carrying hang-gliding gear, big backpacks and sunglasses, talking loud and laughing. But the view was what really grabbed you. People were still jumping, and for a second I got this crazy urge to fly too.
The sun was starting to dip, painting everything orange and pink, the valley way down below looking endless, and the cool wind messing up my hair. It was fucking beautiful. For a moment I almost forgot why we were really there.
The sun kept sinking, smearing the sky with streaks of orange and pink that looked like they were melting together. The view was insane from up that high, the whole valley stretching out forever—dark green mountains and, way at the bottom, the city lights starting to flicker on, small and far away. For a second I almost forgot the real reason we were there. But the wind kept hitting hard and steady, whipping my hair around and blowing right up under my short skirt like it wanted to remind me I was exposed, no panties.
People started spreading out along the ramp in little groups, sitting on the ground, drinking beer and watching the sunset. Nobody was paying attention to anything else.
Diego didn’t waste time. He grabbed me by the arm, pulled me aside, and spoke low right against my ear:
“Now’s the time. Call him over and tell him you wanna go to the edge so you can see better down below. Got it?”
I looked at him, nervous, feeling this hot rush of anger and horniness climbing up my chest. I wanted to tell him to fuck off, but at the same time my pussy was already throbbing just thinking about what was about to happen. I took a deep breath, turned to Iuri, and forced my best coy smile, voice all sweet and slow, fake as hell:
“Iuri, can you take me over to the edge? I’m scared to go by myself…”
He agreed right away. When we reached the edge I sat straight down on the wooden deck, legs dangling over the drop. The valley looked like a bottomless pit. Looking down gave me a chill down my spine. The wind rushed up hard between my spread legs and hit my pussy straight on. My heart was beating all wrong, both from the height and from knowing what was coming.
I tried to make small talk. Talked about the view, the sunset, whatever came to mind. But Iuri only gave one-word answers, eyes glued to the ground, clearly embarrassed. The silence got heavy, almost unbearable. The sky had already shifted from orange to deep purple when I lost my patience.
I glanced over at Diego, who was standing a little farther back. He made an impatient gesture, miming grabbing someone by the neck and yanking them in for a kiss, then tapped his wrist like “hurry the fuck up.”
To be continued...