Our Karoo camping trip is interrupted by some heavy, unseasonal rain and flooding, so we decide to opt out for a night at the Matjiesfontein Hotel. After dinner, we head to the bar for a drink. A few couples are at individual tables and a guy is sitting along the bar nursing a scotch, chatting to the barman every now and again. I fetch fresh drinks and strike up a conversation with him, quite interesting, which goes on a bit. I realize that Nina is alone at our table and invite him there to continue the chat. Grant is early 40s, a civil engineer, doing some bridge inspections in the area and staying at the Hotel for a few nights. He is a good looking, physical kinda guy and engages Nina in relaxed, yet quietly confident conversation. She’s smiling and laughing a lot, as is he. Grant excuses himself to the loo. “Interesting guy”, I say to Nina. “Yes, he’s cool”, she says; which is when I boldly ask her, “Would you like to fuck him?” She looks a little surprised, pauses, then smiles, “Yeah, I like him”. Grant returns and Nina is definitely flirting with him a little now, tilting her head, touching her hair and his shoulder or leg, on occasion, while talking to him. I enquire about his interest in her when she heads to the ladies room. “It’s obvious that Nina likes you. Given the opportunity, would you like to fuck her?” His jaw drops quite literally, “Uhm.. She’s gorgeous, who wouldn’t?” he stammers back at me, unsure of the situation. “She wants you to and I am totally comfortable with it as long as I can watch and possibly join in to spoil her even more”. As Nina returns I hand her our room key. “You guys go on ahead, I’ll bring some more drinks”. By the time I get to the room Nina is laid back on the bed, her bum on the edge, skirt hiked up her thighs, panties in the distance. Grant is kneeled between her legs, his face buried in her pussy, clearly doing a good job, judging by Nina’s writhing and moaning. “Wow, you guys move fast”, I joke as I enter the room. They both giggle for a brief moment but not as to stem the tide of passion. It’s a spacious, luxurious room and I take a seat on a comfy chair to soak up the sights and sounds of my Goddess’s joy. Soon clothes are being discarded at an alarming rate in all directions. It’s almost comical, except that he is rock hard and big, and she wants him. She pushes him back on the bed, sits on his lap, her wet warm pussy against his shaft, while touching his arms, shoulders and chest and rocking gently backwards and forwards against him. Grant groans, no doubt aching to actually be inside her. She giggles teasingly then slides downwards off him to taste his cock. From where I am sitting I can see straight up between Nina’s legs. She is glistening wet with desire as she licks and sucks him with fervour. I am wildly aroused by the situation, her desire, her boldness, her power, her pleasure. I get up, stand behind her and run my fingers slowly along her slippery slit, to her swollen clit and circle it a few times. She writhes and shudders, her cry of joy subdued by Grant’s big cock in her mouth. “You’ll want these”, I say, as I toss a few condoms out my pocket and onto the bed. Nina reaches out immediately, tears one open and hands it to Grant. He puts it on faster than light. She straddles him, taking his cock in her hand and lowers herself onto it with a whimper. I grab my drink and enjoy the view as the initially slow, subdued rocking, become longer strokes, faster and faster. Nina is close, I know, I can hear it. Her moans, her words and eventually her cry out, as she is overwhelmed with pleasure. He explodes inside her with a groan of his own and she collapses on his chest in exhaustion. “Drinks anyone?”, I jest.