by Lexx

July

2002

(Romantic, MF)

Part 1

The office was the usual ‘Friday before deadline’ madness. The flowers arrived about 9:30 am. It was an unusual enough event that your co-workers wereworkers were interested to know whose desk the bouquet was destined. You look up surprised, unused to getting flowers. It isn’t your birthday, anniversary, or any other special occasion upon whence you might expect flowers. You couldn’t immediately read the card, as youbut continue to deal with the chaos around you.

An hour later you pluck the card from the forest of roses, snapdragons and other seasonal offerings from the floral gods. The card reads,

You smile. You love games and I know it. It would be hard for you to get through the day now! I knew that too.

When 5:30 pm rolls around you shoot out the door and head downtown to the Copthorne. You make it in about 10 minutes. Nervous with anticipation, you head to the reception desk and inquire as to whether there are any messages for you. The receptionist smiles and hands you an envelope, which you take over to the piano bar and sit down.

Sitting at a table you order a drink and open the envelopenvelope. Inside there is a note and a plastic card key that the hotel uses for its guest roomsguestrooms. The note reads,

You nearly down the remainder of your double vodka gin and lemontonic in a single go! It has been too long since I organised a night out for the both of us. In the elevator you adjusted your skirt several times, check your makeup in anticipation of an early evening tryst. You can almost feel my lips on you now and you aren’t even in the room yet.

You find the room and insert the plastic key card into the door. The door swings open and you expect to walk straight into my waiting arms, but you see no one in the room.

You close the door. Disappointed you drop your bag on the closest chair, you call my name, but there is no answer. It is a lovely room and the curtains are open, revealing a wonderful view of the skyline, through huge ceiling to floor glass windows. Stunning.

On the bed you notice the envelope. You pick it up and open it.

Clutching my note, you walk into the bathroomensuite. A large spa bath is filled and waiting for you. An open bottle of red wine, with one glass, poured, sits on the side of the tub. The tub, which is filled with steaming, scented water. Your work clothes are on the floor in seconds, I wish I waswere there to watch. You ease yourself into the tub. ‘Umm’, you sigh out loud, smiling, ‘I hope he doesn’t come too soon’.n!’.

You sip your wine, eyes closed, drinking in the scent of the bath salts and the rich bouquet of the red wine. You open your eyes slowly, looking for the button to turn the spa jets on. Spotting it you reach forward and push it down. That’s when you spot the envelope.

Sitting your wine down on the side of the tub, you shake some of the water off your hands and pick up the envelope. You lean back, envelope in your damp hands. You tear it open, and reach for your wine.

Now what did that mean, ‘pick you up’, you wonder? I’d never been this mysterious before, but you like it, wondering what I had in mind. You knew I would never embarrass you, but still you are a little nervous about what awaits you in the drawer!

The music started about 3015 minutes later. You drain the remainder of your second glass of wine, pull the plug and stand up. You towel yourself off and head for the ‘drawer’. You sit on ‘your’ side of the bed and reached for the drawer, when you notice a favourite pair of your pumps tucked neatly under the edge of the bed. You smile taking this as a good omen – ok, 6 inch red stilettos aren’t on the cards! Like you could actually have walked in them anyway you laugh to yourself.

Pulling open the drawer, you are presented with a black dress that you’d never seen before. Holding it up before you, you find that you love the dress. It was your typically classic ‘little black dress’. You lie it back onto the bed and look back into the drawer to see a brand new black lace bra of the label you usually buy and another envelope under it.

The little devil, you think, ‘he’s not left me any panties’! You repeat the envelopenvelope ritual.

What am I up to, you think - not for the first or last time tonight!

You grab the towel again and head back into the bathroom to blow dry your hair and put on a bit of makeup. You put on the new bra, which fits just perfectly and you then slip the dress over your head.

You subconsciously look around for your panties and briefly consider putting on the panties you’ve already worn todaydiscarded on the bathroom floor. You feel a bit exposed, to say the least. It wasn’t the first time in your life you’d worn a dress with no panties, but it has been many years and this dress is mid-thigh – conservative by today’s standard (at least for a Friday night), but nonetheless you still feel exposed! You did have to admit though that the dress feels nice sliding over your bare bottom.

Slipping on your pumps you walk over to the large mirror on the closet door to see how you look. Super, you giggle to yourself! You hope that no one is going to be able to tell your state of undress! Picking up your hand baghandbag and the plastic key you open the door and head to the elevator. Even walking makes you self-conscious as the dress moves against your skin. Please, please, please, don’t let it be windy outside, you worry, allowing yourself to be cross with me for just a second at the thought of your dress flying up on the way into the bar.

The cab ride is quick and uneventful, but you are convinced that the cabbie knows you aren’t wearing panties! You find that this doesn’t really upset you! Your daring streak is starting to show now…

You enter the Waterfront Bar and in a few seconds your eyes adjust to the darker surrounds. You make it half way to the bar before you notice the abundance of young well dressed men in the bar, many of whom watch you move to the bar. You reach the bar and perch yourself on the closest stool, which affords you a view of the dance floor area. You almost order a drink before you remember your instructions. You politely tell the bartender that you are waiting for someone, he smiles and leaves you alone.

You tug the hem of your dress down subconsciously as you wait for me to arrive. You fend off two or three offers before I arrive about 10 minutes later.

You see me across the bar and wave. I walk up to you and say nothing. I lean into you and our lips meet. A short but passionate kiss, my hand on the small of your back and then on your knee as I slide onto the stool beside you. "‘Another five minutes lover and I’d have taken the next drink offer that came along"’, you laugh.

You are eager to know what I have planned for the evening, but I’m not telling you a thing. You talk about your day, I buy you a drink and listen to you, but I don’t hear you. My mind is elsewhere, its running over what I’m going to do to you tonight. After a minute you notice that I’m not hearing you and you give me a playful punch.

My reverie broken, I take your hand and lead you across the dance floor, where many eyes follow, and out onto the sidewalk. I take you into my arms, and we kiss, my hand descends discretely to check for your lack of apparel. You look into my eyes, waiting for my reaction. You smile and kiss me again.

I lead you into an even more dimly lit restaurant about a block from the bar. It has large circular booths with very soft deep cushions. We proceed to a booth that I’ve reserved near the back of this busy restaurant. However, as you are about to sit, I hand you another envelopenvelope and a small box. You look at me quizzically and I whisper into your ear that you’d better go to the ladies to read the note and try them on?

‘Try what on?’, you think to yourself, but you head to the ladies room anyway.

You find a cubicle and sit down to read my note with the small but interestingly heavy little box on your lap.

You sit there stunned for a moment. A smile startingsmile is starting to break across your beautiful face. You’ve heard of Ben-Wa balls, but you’ve never used them. You open the box, your fingers trembling. You find two solid looking and reasonably heavy balls, not unlike ball bearings but a bit larger with small dimples all over the surface. There are some instructions in the box from the manufacturer. "Insert balls, leave cord dangling free so that the balls can be extracted. Ben-Wa balls will move freely but usually will not fall out on their own. Enjoy!"

You heft them in your hand. Unsure. They seem a bit heavy, you have a hard time believing that they won’t fall out, but you’ll try anything once. You place the envelopenvelope and wrapping in your bag and insert one ball at a time, pushing them in as far as as your finger will allowthey will go. They are cold and you are surprised how easily they can be pushed in, perhaps you are more excited than you thought!

I smile as I see you walk back into the restaurant. You look so incredibly beautiful. You are wearing one of those "I love you, but you are going to pay for this’ kind of expressions. I love that look on you. You wear it so well!

Your facial expression changes when you are not more than three steps into the restaurant. It’s a funny expression, half surprise, halfand half pleasure. You can feel the balls moving inside you with each step. The feeling is extremely pleasurable, they roll, they bounce off one and another and they jiggle up and down. Sensations that you’ve never quiete felt before. Being the enthusiastic hedonist that you are, you warm to them quickly even if it will take a bit of getting used to.

You slide into the booth next to me and pick up your glass of wine. You lean towards me and kiss me on the lips. - aA soft, warm thank you kind of kiss. You whisper in my ear, "‘these are nice, what do I need you for now?"’. You smile another of those wonderful smiles that could melt butter. I grin back and respond softly, as I take your hand in mine, "‘yes, but I thought I might tease them out of you with my tongue a little later"’. You squeeze my hand and gazing into my eyes and you manage a weak, "‘ok"’.

I could eat you right up when you go all shy and feminine on me!

We enjoy a delicious dinner in wonderful surrounds, not that we would have really noticed much! Your conversation slows as my hand gently creeps up your soft thigh, softly caressing inch after inch toward your sex. The very act of crossing and uncrossing your legs during dinner brings you caresses from within.

We order dessert, death by chocolate and two spoons. I whisper in your ear, "I want to taste you, you’re going to be better than chocolate"’. You whisper back, "‘you will soon"’.

I smile. "‘No, I’m going to taste you now darling"’. You don’t say a word, but you meet my gaze and uncross your legs under the large table of our dark booth. My hand once again travels up your thigh your hem riding dangerously high, but you continue to look into my eyes.

I find the cord and give it a playful tug. Your lips part involuntarily, replaced moments later by a smile.

Its an awkward angle, but I manage to sink my forefinger into your warmth, your lips again part momentarily and in that instant your face transforms from beauty to bliss. It’s just a flash, with a subtle flushing of your cheeks a moment afterward. I withdraw my finger slowly and place it to my lips. I suck it gently, savouring you.

Your scent drives me wild, your taste tells me that you are mine. It’s animal. It’s base. I call for the check. I have a long night planned, I think we’ll walk the 3 blocks back to the hotel.

We walk from the restaurant, hand in hand. Its early evening, the city lights are on, foot traffic is light, and cools sea breeze is refreshing without being cold. You squeeze my hand softly and ask me what’s next. I smile. ‘No way, you’ll just have to wait and see, the night is only beginning.’

Part 2

We walk from the restaurant, hand in hand. Its early evening, the city lights are on, foot traffic is light, and the cool breeze is refreshing without being cold. You squeeze my hand softly and ask me what’s next. I smile. "No way, you’ll just have to wait and see, the night is only beginning."

I kiss you gently on the forehead and slide my arm around your waist. The smoothness of your panty-less bottom arouses me immediately. I pull you to me, our hips gently brushing against each other as we walk. You don’t look at me, but rather you appear to be staring off into ‘space’, your mind is elsewhere as the balls roll around inside you initiating gentle waves of pleasure. They tease you mercifully, annoyingly and with such subtle caresses that you can’t consciously ignore them. They tug playfully on your vaginal walls, their weight bobs with each step you take, which mimics the sensation of a penis being withdrawn from your vagina. There is no ‘pushing’ sensation, which is the greatest tease and soon to be frustration!

Without exchanging a word, we arrive at the Copthorne. We walk hand in hand to the elevator and ride it alone to the eleventh floor. We arrive at our room. Before you can utter a word, I put my finger to your lips in a gesture of silence. I slip a blindfold out of my pocket and place it over your eyes. I whisper in your ear, ‘no talking, no questions, ok?’ You nod hesitantly.

You hear the door open and I lead you forward by the hand. You hear the door close. I take your hand and walk you into the room. I take both of your hands in mine, fingers interlaced, you know I’m but an inch in front of you, but our bodies don’t touch. You feel my lips on your forehead. I kiss your covered eyes softly and your cheeks. You feel my lips on the nape of your neck, you feel my breath on your shoulder, and my lips follow.

I whisper in your ear, "don’t move’".

I release your hands. You hear me walk over to the bed and what might be me sitting on the bed. You hear my zipper and what might be my clothes falling to the floor. You don’t hear me walk back to you. You feel the warmth of my breath before my lips touch yours. My arms encircle your waist and pull your body into mine. Your arms do the same, you feel bare skin under your hands. I feel the smoothness of your dress against your bare bottom. My penis swells against your fabric-covered belly. My lips are on yours, your mouth opens to mine. I explore your mouth with my tongue, you suck my tongue long and hard and playfully bite it.

I pull back and take your hands in mine. I lead you across the room. I stop after a few steps and we embrace again. Your hands find my ass and you pull me into you. I run my fingers through your hair, pushing it off your ears, which I trace with a finger of each hand. Your ears are cold, but your cheeks are warm and flushed.

I release you and step back, taking your hands as you reach out for me and I place them at your sides. I slip away for a moment. You hear soft music and in a moment you can feel my warm breath on the back of your neck. My hands rest softly on your waist and I trace the curves of your hips with feather soft touches. I feel your hand on my face as you reach over your shoulder to make contact. I kiss it softly and move it back down to your side. I whisper in your ear, "shhhhhh, darling, just concentrate on my touches and nothing else."

I can see you smile as you tilt your head back to touch mine. I kiss your neck. I kiss a trail upward to your ear and you tilt your head away as I nibble an ear lobe.

My hands slide up your sides and over your shoulders. I massage your shoulders firmly for a minute. My hands glide slowly down your bare arms and back onto your sensual hips; I trace small circles with my fingers on each hip.

"Darling", I whisper. "I want you to put your arms straight out in front of you, slightly wider than your shoulders and level with the ground". With some apprehension you do so, finding nothing but air. I kiss your bare neck and shoulder, first one side then the other. My hands firm their grip on your hips and I pull you slowly and gently backward. In the six inches it takes for your bottom to touch me you loose your balance slightly, although I still hold you firmly by the hips. As you lean forward, arms outstretched your palms find a cold hard window. You now realise where in the room you are.

You gently and involuntarily arch your back and your bottom presses against my now hard penis, trapping it against my belly. I move one hand to the small of your back and I trace a finger up your spine, and when it reaches your neck you find both my hands on your shoulders, either side of your neck. Rubbing you, kneading you, and with my thumbs work the muscles either side of your spine.

My fingers trace each of your shoulders from your neck to your arms and back. You feel my lips between your shoulder blades just above the neckline of your dress and then you don’t feel me at all.

Your ankles feel warm as I massage each of them. My thumbs knead the back of your calves as my hands work up your legs to each knee. You feel the warmth of my lips on an ankle and then the other. I kiss upward on a calf to the back of your knee and then repeat with the other leg.

My hands caress the front your calves, as I kiss the back of one knee and then the other. A short but slow lick of each, followed by a very gentle bite of the tendons on either side of the back of the knee. I can feel you tremble and this thrills me, I want you now, the urge to drag you to our bed and ravage you is overcome only by knowing the rewards of teasing, waiting, pleasing.

My hands slide slowly up the front of each of your wonderfully soft thighs, until I feel the hem of your dress. My lips travel up the backs of your thighs one at a time until they reach the same elevation. My hands travel slowly down your legs to your ankles and feet, so sexy in pumps, while my lips kiss upward along the side of one thigh to the hem of your dress.

My finger tips travel up the sides of your legs again to the hem of your dress, and then my palms flatten to the sides of your thighs as they push slowly, very slowly, under the hem of your dress. You can feel my hot breath on you, only inches from your dress covered bottom. My hands find your bare hips, my penis swells and my legs quiver as I continue to kneel behind you.

Your hem rises with my rising hands. My fingers and palms move toward each other across your soft warm belly. They trace your feminine curves and meet at your centre. You are so wonderfully bare under your dress, covered but exposed. Covered to the world, but open to me. Available for the taking when I desire. Your legs tremble.

My hands slowly slide down to your hips and thighs to the hem of your dress and then back up to caress your belly under your dress. You feel the hem moving upward slowly again. I am rolling and folding your hem upwards, partly pushing and bunching it with deliberate slowness.

You feel your dress rise over your hips, where it sits, folded, rolled and bunched up on the small of your back, while you lean comfortably forward against the hotel room’s window. You feel my breath on your bare bottom, you are so exposed. My hands caress the front of each thigh, my fingers squeezing each firmly as I kiss one cheek and then another. You seem to stop breathing for a moment.

I kiss the small of your back, my hands on your hips. I kiss around your waist, My fingers trace down your hips and my thumbs gently trace up the middle of each cheek. Lovely and soft, hot to the touch.

I kiss and lick the spot where the cheek meets the back of your thigh. First one then the other, my hands resting softly on each knee, not moving. Playfully gentle but increasingly urgent nibbles follow each kiss. Your scent, which I had noticed as soon as I’d dropped to my knees, is beginning to weaken my determination to ‘go slow!’ I drink your scent deeply and long, I exhale ever so slowly over your dangling lips. In the dim light of the room, I can see the cord hanging from between your lips.

I move around in front of you giving you a very deep kiss before I sink again to my knees. Sitting back on my legs, with my hands grasping one lovely cheek each, I move my mouth to the dangling cord. I blow softly upward and watch the cord sway back and then resume its vertical dangle. I blow again, running my fingers deeper into the cleft between your cheeks.

I take the cord in my teeth and I pull it a fraction of an inch. A soft moan escapes your lips as the sensations from within are ignited. I release the cord and it is slow sucked back into you resuming its original length as your vaginal muscles pull the balls back into your depths. You involuntarily bend your knees in an attempt at increasing the contact with my mouth. I move back to prevent this from occurring. My fingers stroke your legs from your ankles to your bare hips.

My teeth pull the cord once more and release it, while my fingers continue to explore your legs - another tug and another release. Another tug, longer this time, the balls don’t’ return to their original home and I tug again.

I stop for a moment to admire your lips, only inches from them, they seem to be bigger than a minute ago. I blow softly. I resume tugging, little tugs, teasing tugs. The edge of one globe shows itself at your entrance and I release the cord, I study it as I caress your legs. Under its own weight, the ball emerges slowly, producing delicious sensations from inside.

Then it drops free. Attached to the other ball by an elasticised cord, it bounces back. However, the bouncing ball tugs the other - moving it jerkily inside you, the sensation is delicious. Your long awaited release is nearing an end. I take the exposed ball in my mouth and I lift it and press it with my tongue between your lips, rolling it along the cleft between them. You shiver from head to toe. I drop the ball. It bounces three of four times on its cord, pulling the second ball free. They fall to the carpet with a light thud and distinct clattering as they collide with one and other.

With my hands grasping your bottom, I tilt my head back and cover your sex with my mouth. You steady yourself by spreading your legs a little wider and bending your knees, which allows me to access you much more easily. My face is covered in your wetness as I mouth your sex. I push my tongue into you as far as I can, you utter a higher than expected ‘ohhh’. You shudder as I suck on your lips and roll them carefully between my teeth. My tongue furrows your lips as I drink you in!

Only now do I notice how ragged your breathing is and the urgency of small repeated utterances coming from you, ‘oh, oh, ah, ooo, ah, ooo….’ Music to my ears and I continue my sucking and licking with abandon. All too soon you explode on my mouth, which I press to your sex, licking and sucking slowly, lovingly. One of your hands drops from the window to momentarily run your fingers through my hair before returning to the window. You are still breathing hard, but you are calming down.

I stand slowly in front of you, between your outstretched arms. I gaze on your blindfold-covered face and you are flushed. I wrap my arms around you, straightening you as I step closer. You feel like you have been standing for hours, but in reality it’s only been a few minutes. You beg me to take you to bed, to allow you to lie down, but I refuse with a gentle kiss on your lips, my hands on your delicious derriere and yours on mine.

We kiss deeply and it lasts for minutes. I whisper into your ear, "did you enjoy that?" You simply nod and rest your head on my shoulder – nothing makes me more calm and relaxed to have your head on my shoulder, but I have other plans for your care and comfort tonight. "Do you trust me?" Again you nod, but more slowly this time. "Ok, what I want you to do is to resume the position." You try to respond with a simple, "ok", but your untested voice is barely a croak. I kiss you and step away from you.

I watch as you lean forward, still blindfolded, palms outstretched against the window of this dimly lit room, your dress is still tucked up onto the small of your back. There is light coming in the window from the street far below; it illuminates the juices that have begun to run down your legs. Glistening in the soft light, there could not be a more erotic picture or pose – if my penis were so much as to graze the side of your leg by accident, at this point, it would be my come glistening all over your lovely body!

You can hear me pad softly away from you and the tap running in the bathroom. In moments I have returned. You feel a wonderful warmth on the inside of your thigh. It travels up to your sex and down the other leg. A very warm wet towel lovingly caresses you. You feel a soft kiss on each side of your bottom before I return the towel to the bathroom.

When I return, I do something that you don’t expect at all. I remove your blindfold from behind, dropping it to the floor in front of you. What you see is a surprise – you see you. You expected a window, which it is, but because it is primarily dark outside the window and dim in the room, what you really have is a floor to ceiling mirror.

A first you see your face, and mine slightly to the side and behind you. We smile at each other for the first time since we entered the room. You see how lewdly displayed you are - naked from the belly down, except for your shoes. I kiss your neck and with hands on your hips I gently touch my semi-erect member to your bottom. You can see my legs between yours, in the window, in fact its more than clear enough to see the outline of your sex, you gasp as your notice how puffed your labia are. My hands are visible on your hips, but the mirror isn’t perfect as the streetlights are visible through the bottom of the window and obscure your lower legs and feet.

To your temporary relief, my hands begin to unroll your dress from the small of your back. However, it is only to flatten the rolled and folded material, which I begin to once again fold upwards. The dress tightens against your body and a final fold above your breasts holds it in place without the need to bunch it behind your back.

I run my hands over your bare back. I reach in front of you, leaning forward carefully to cup your breasts. Terribly ignored thus far, but not because I don’t find them sensual – indeed I do! They are the perfect size. One hand full each. I unsnap your bra and let it fall to the floor in front of you. I cup your bare breasts and in doing so my hardening member rubs against your bottom. I release your breasts and stand back. I can’t afford to come yet!

I walk around in front of you, ducking under an outstretched arm. I kiss your mouth as I slowly sink to my knees again. Your breasts are just a little high, even with you bending forward so I pull you slightly downward increasing your lean for a moment. I take one nipple in my mouth. You watch me in the mirror. I could suck your nipples for hours. I alternate nipples and caress your legs with my hands at the same time. I only have a couple minutes to spare for them now, enough time for my ridged penis to soften and relax a little.

I move around behind you. You watch me in the mirror, as your move your palms back up the window into a slightly easier leaning position.

I resume one of my favourite positions – on my knees behind you. It makes you a bit uncomfortable because you are so exposed, but as soon as I touch you with a finger you forget about what I’m looking at! I run two fingers firmly between your lips from back to font. My fingers spread you and then firmly envelop your clitoris and you feel the warmth spreading outwards.

I repeat the procedure very slowly and you watch me closely in the mirror. You can see your lips spreading, my fingers emerging from between your lips and covering your clit. You watch as I rub slow, wet circles around your clit. I withdraw my fingers and lightly drag my nails down your bottom and along your thighs. It sends a shiver through your body, and my hands immediately caress the front of your legs as they travel upwards again.

I reach around with both hands to caress your mound, your belly and with one hand at a time I stretch forward to insert a finger into you and repeat this with each hand twice. I use the wetness on my fingers to draw lines across your belly, which you can clearly see glistening in the mirror in front of you.

I stand with my hands on your hips. You can see my hard cock between your legs. I move to you. My member is fully engorged with blood. I push it down, with effort and step forward with your bottom against my stomach. I release my cock and as it rises it seats itself along your lips. You can just see its circumcised head.

As I draw it slowly backwards, I can hear you involuntarily sucking in your breath, preparing for the inevitable penetration. However, I don’t pull back far enough to find your entrance and instead I slowly push forward spreading your lips, which you can see clearly in the window with each stroke.

I repeat this several times until you wiggle your bottom in an attempt to get me to enter you. I’m on to you, but you don’t know how close to the edge that has pushed me! I withdraw completely for a minute. I lean forward to kiss your back. I trail kisses all over your back and bottom. I look into the window, to see your beautiful face, pleading with me to enter you, to penetrate you, to impale you forcefully. I can resist you no longer.

My cock is glistening with your juices already as I guide it into your vagina. Its large purple head disappears rapidly and I hold there for a couple seconds. I look to your face in the window, you meet my gaze and I want to melt into you. I push into you. You watch my face for a moment and then gaze into the window to watch the reflection of my shaft sinking into you again and again. It becomes animalistic. I grunt with each new push as I try to stave off the inevitable.

Your passion surprises me. You reach between your legs for a moment to rub your clit. I can feel the pressure on my cock. You smile at me, my face distorts with pleasure. I take a moment to run my hand up your back. I gaze upon your bottom as it joins with my stomach with each new thrust - my cock glistens with your juices.

And then you wiggle your bottom again and I want to spank you, because I will explode in a second if you do that again! I push all the way into you in one steady advance. If you wiggle that bottom, I’m a goner.

I look into the window. You look directly into my eyes. It feels like you are looking through my eyes and into me; your eyes are so full of compassion and love. Your vagina is so hot and welcoming, it sucks my cock wantonly. I’m not penetrating you, you are sucking, squeezing, and milking me with your sex. I feel that I’m being pulled into you and I surrender!

With my eyes half closed, my mouth half open, my head begins to tilt back and the inevitable surge of electricity builds in my balls. Yet the moment of our mutual gaze still seems to hold. Time stops. Your head drops forward and you watch in the window. You can see only bottom curve of my balls just below your beautifully blood engorged lips.

We both know that I am seconds from coming and these balls hold a hot sticky load of come destined for deep within your belly. The charge builds. My legs begin to shake.

You catch a brief glimpse of my shaft as I withdraw from you sanctuary. I can do little more than, holding onto your hips, pull myself into your depths once more before exploding.

My first jet of come splashes your insides as my balls repeatedly jerk in the effort of pumping. My abandon is joined by yours as your head bobs up and then down again, your moans joining with mine. With effort you reach down with one hand and squeeze my balls gently, lovingly, which conveys ‘thank you’, ‘I love you’, ‘don’t leave me yet’, ‘I adore you’ and about a dozen other nuances that only two passionate lovers can share.

Your hand returns to the window and my hands hold your hips as I empty my remaining seed into our joining. I am spent and I am totally yours. I’m softening, but I do not withdraw from you. You stand straight, hands above your head, I lift your dress from you. I wrap my arms around you. You fold your arms over mine. Your head drops forward onto my arms. It is then that we notice the light on across the street one floor above us. A man a woman, watching from their hotel room, stare longingly across the road at us. She is topless and he without pants, we can see that she is jerking him off, while sitting on one of his knees. He is obviously playing with her too for her eyes appear unfocussed in their brightly lit room. Just then he explodes onto their hotel window, three long streams of come spraying outward. She appears not to notice as her head lolls backward, mouth open, his hand moving faster and faster between her legs! He stops, she stops. They glance at us and smile, she slides into his lap and they kiss deeply, forgetting about us. You smile at me and close the curtains.

I kiss you on the shoulder. You step forward, separating us but for a sticky join which quickly breaks. You turn and fold into my arms. I gain strength from your exhaustion. We embrace. We kiss.

As the kiss breaks, I bend quickly taking you by surprise and I gather you up - lifting you into my arms. I walk the few steps across the room to the bed, where the covers are already turned down. I lay you gently on the bed and move to the bathroom to gather a warm towel.

I return to the bed, towel in hand and sit on the edge of the bed. I lean over you and we kiss. You allow me to clean you gently with the warm towel, which I drop beside the bed. I pull the covers over you and climb into the other side of the bed. By the time I’ve slid over to meet you, you are facing away from me. We spoon.

I play with your hair. I trace the edge of your ear with a finger, the curve of your hip with my hand. I nuzzle the back of your head and I whisper how much I love you. I slide an arm under you pillow and I pull you close and you willing melt into my embrace. We fall asleep together as one.

Part 3

I wake to the sound of your soft breathing, the room is dark and warm – the sun has yet to crack the horizon. A sheet only covers us from our waists down. I push the sheet off your hip and caress the softness of your side. You stir but do not wake. I kiss the back of your neck and the top of your shoulder.

My member stirs, pressing outward against your bottom. I reach down to caress that wonderful ass of yours and my member stirs again to the movement. Perhaps it stirs in anticipation, they do say they have a mind of their own…

You sigh and half roll away from me, with your top leg out in front of you on the bed. I can’t resist, there is no way I can get back to sleep like this. I caress your bum again, tracing the cleft of your cheeks with my hand. I very gently lift a cheek as I seek your sex with eager fingers. My fingertips find your lovely mound, which despite my best efforts is still sticky with my come.

Your leg slides a little further forward, as usually happens when I touch you like this while you are sleeping. I cup your mound from behind, my hand warming the sticky mixture of our juices. My cock is now fully awake and hard and pressing against your bum cheek. I continue to explore you with my fingers.

I slip one finger slowly inside of you. You are so wet, still, from our previous coupling that it easily glidesslides into your warmth. You stir and I feel your muscles twitch from inside, yet you do not wake. I remove my finger and delicately circle your clitoris in soft looping motions. Another sigh, but no movement.

I insert two fingers and move them slowing in and out in a very gentle fucking motion. My cock is producing copious amounts of pre-come now, not that it’s going to be required! I withdrawn my fingers and position my now engorged cock at the entrance of your vagina. You stir, but this time roll forward a couple inches, which moves my cock to your anus. Every man’s fantasy. However, not this morning, not now.

I massage your behind from your anus to your vagina with my now rock hard cock. It longs to be in you again, but you’ve made the angle more difficult, but. I am not about to be so easily defeated!

I ease my arm from under your pillow. And carefully move onto my knees, one knee either side of your leg that is closest to me. Again you stir, but do not wake. You continue your roll onto your front and this time I gently help you and you roll all the way overnto your front.

I move both my knees between your legs now and I very very slowly ease your legs apart until I can clearly see your sex in the dim room light. I lean forward a hand either side of your back and I plant a soft kiss on your neck. Another a couple inches lower. I kiss your shoulders, your sides and then resume kissing your spine ever so softly. I have to shuffle my knees carefully a couple times, but eventually I am at heavens door again!

My cock has softened just enough that it begins to dangle again. Perfect. I reposition my knees so that when I lean over you, my cock is aiming straight for your wonderfully wet sex. I lower myself, as if doing push-ups.

We touch delicately. I continue to lower myself and my cock both hardens and continues its slide through your sticky warm lips. The head of my now ridged cock rests over your clit. Pressing your little button hard as the blood pumps back into my member, preparing it for more penetration.

I gently ease myself back, it’s very difficult to have much control. I lower myself and it slips around the front of you, returning to stroke your clit. I repeat this three or four times and as before you begin to wake. The head of my cock slowly sinks into you. It finds all-embracing warmth just as your eyes flutter open. You immediately close your eyes again and I can see you smile as you perform a cat like stretch beneath me.

‘I’m going to be sleep deprived’, you say, at the same time you lift your bottom up, pushing onto me. You sigh and push yourself to your knees seating me firmly and deeply into you. ‘You like?’, you coo at me. I can’t see your face, but you turn your head slightly, I can see your nose and your parted lips parted in silhouette. Wonderful.

I press into you, with my hands pulling your hips to me. Your back is arched and I run one hand up your spine. You wiggle your bottom. You cheeky thing! You just want to get back to sleep! Well I suppose that’s fair!

I pull out and plunge back into you. You arch your back and push into me. Both of us grunt softly in unison. This soft exchange mingles with the sound of my balls as they slap against the base of my cock. You wiggle your bottom again and then again more slowly, more enticingly. I playfully slap your bum. You do it again, so I give you another slap.

In seconds it is too late to stop you! I groan heavily as the first small explosion of come shoots into you. I can’t explain the feeling in that instant, but it’s a base need to impregnate, even though that’s not possible at the moment. It’s a need to fill you full – even though that’s not a remote possibility either at this point, but I try! My balls tense with each release and I reach around to hold your soft underside, to feel the warmth of your belly.

You push back raising yourself onto your knees and turn your head. Your warm back presses into my chest. I kiss you on the cheek and wrap my arms around you. And then with one hand I hold your hip to me so that I don’t slide out of you yet and with the other hand I hold you firmly around your the chest, while kissing your lovely neck. I hold us together for one last second. Finally, our embrace ends and we lie back down to face each other.

You reach behind my head with your hand and pull my face to yours. We share a long lingering kiss, broken only by the need to breath and talk. We talk softly until the sun comes up through the open curtains; we talk about last night, the day ahead, things past and things future. You fall asleep on my outstretched arm and I watch your face for a long while, kissing you lightly and often, but not waking you.

I extract myself from your embrace and you roll over, still resting and I head for a shower. I close the door softly and step into the large glass shower stall next to the spa and turn on a powerful pulsing jet of hot water. The room quickly fills with steam, and my quiet reverie is only broken minutes later as I look up to see you opening the glass shower stall door. You step sleepily into my arms.

We kiss deeply, the slippery wet skin of our bodies slides silkily together as we hold each other tightly in the steaming chamber. We turn, so that you are under the shower spray. I kiss your neck and shoulders. Unhurried. You do the same to me, kissing my chest, my mouth, and finally resting your head against my chest. We are so relaxed and unhurried.

I reach behind you to take the liquid soap from the wall. I dribble it across your shoulders, still holding you to me with one hand on the small of your back, while you doze dreamily against me. I drizzle soap down your back and begin soaping you with a large sponge. In large lazy circles that decrease in size, I wash and massage you. With the rising steam filling the room and your head on my chest, it seems that I am in a dream or at least that half-wake half-sleep state one often finds oneself in just before waking.

After several minutes, with only the occasional ‘hmmmm’ or ‘ummmm’ from you, you lift your head and kiss me full on the lips. Our tongues mingle, sliding past one another, exploring each other’s mouths. You break the kiss and step back, inviting me with your eyes to finish washing you. I drizzle the soft soap over your collarbone, your breasts and belly. I repeat the massage on your front, soaping your neck very gently and paying special attention to each breast in turn. I trace your sides, your hips and waist. I wash your stomach and reach between your legs with the soapy sponge. Our eyes meet.

I drop the sponge and we embrace. You purposely slide across my front soaping me. You playfully push me back against the wall and bend at the knees to retrieve the sponge. You wash me in the same way I washed you with slow circular motions. You wash my penis with the soapy sponge, rubbing and lifting my balls as you reach underneath me. You drop the sponge and reach for my semi-erect penis, stroking it slowly. You gaze at what you are doing. Your other hand reaches for and cups my balls, rolling them gently in your hand. My knees weaken for a moment.

I watch the top of your head, which now leans against my chest as you look down at my growing penis. My hands move to the sides of your head. I move your hair off your ears and run my fingers over your lobes lightly. The fingers of both hands trace down the back of your neck onto each shoulder. My fingers work the muscles of your shoulders as your fingers work on the muscle between my legs – you have to be more relaxed than I am at this moment!

Just as I was thinking that this couldn’t possibly last much longer, you stop. You look me in the eye, but say nothing as you turn me to face the wall. With my forehead leaning against the wall and the palms of my hands and forearms resting lightly on the wall, I feel the still cold soft soap running down my back. The cold soap is warmly rubbed into my back with a firm circular motion - from my shoulders to the small of my back.

I feel more soap on my bottom, as you soap my lower half. You reach around to soap my penis and balls. I see the sponge on the floor between my legs. I feel your arms around me, hugging me. Your belly pressed against my backside, you rub yourself on me and it sends waves of pleasure through my body. I feel your hands on alternately on my bottom, penis and balls. I am hard again. I feel your hands on my thighs, rubbing and kneading.

I open my eyes, not realising that they been closed, and see the sponge between my feet, just inches in front of your knees, which are also on the floor. Your hands are reaching up between my legs, milking my penis, bending it firmly downward. The spray has removed the soap long ago, and I can feel your lips on my skin. You stop your massage just in time and I feel your hands turn me.

I turn willingly, leaning back against the wall, feet spread and looking into your deep eyes. You hold me gaze for what seems like minutes, your head canted to the side with a faraway look in your eyes. You focus on my penis - you engulf me with your mouth. My eyes close, when I feel your probing finger in my anus, your hand cupping my balls at the same time. I moan suddenly, the waves of pleasure coming fast, the tension boils over before I know what is happening and can warn you that I am to come. You take me further into your mouth, drinking me down. The intensity of the first wave of pleasure is kept alive with each suck and lick. Small stabs of current course though my softening penis, which still pulses with life in your mouth.

You release me from your mouth, but continue to kiss and lick so lovingly. I need to hold you, the intensity of this need overtakes the pleasure you are giving me. I need you. I help you to your feet and we kiss like it’s the first kiss, hesitant at first and then faster more frenetic. Our tongues explore, our lips exchange small loving sucks, our teeth take turns nibbling, pulling and playfully biting. We hold each other close. I turn off the shower and wrap a big towel around you. We embrace again. You sigh, head on my chest for a moment and then you turn and leave the bathroom. I watch every step you take, the towel barely covering your bottom but not the very tops of your thighs. I shave quickly and leave the bathroom to find you back in bed. You little minx!

Covered in a sheet, with the early morning sun spilling over the bed, you hold your arms out to me. I walk to you and you smile. ‘Not you silly! Bring me my coffee!’ Confused, I see the room service tray on the table, plunger of thick black coffee, croissants and the morning paper. Chuckling at my own impertinence, I move to pour the coffee, while glancing at the front page of the paper. I hear you laughingly say over my shoulder, from the safety of our bed, ‘pick up that paper and bring it over hear stud, but don’t forget the coffee and croissants!’

I love the sound of your laughter anytime, but in the morning it sounds like a schoolyard of happy children. It makes me smile. I bring her majesty her coffee and croissant. I drop the towel from my waist and join you in bed with the paper, which we share. It seems like noon, but its not yet 9 am. We argue about the situation in the Middle East, the problems of Africa highlighted by its latest famine in the north and you don’t win a single argument. It is truly the perfect morning.

It is only then that I notice that you’ve slipped on the silky nighty that I’d packed for you. We finish a second cup of coffee and I throw the paper to the floor. We look at each other. We both smile thinking the exact same thought, ‘what now?’ You burst out giggling, ‘I doubt you have anything left you are way too old!’ I smile thinking how fun it would be to spank you, but weigh up just how much energy I have left!

I slip out of bed, to your immediate disappointment, but pad around to your side of the bed, whipping the sheet down. ‘What do you think you are doing?’, you smile, extending your hand so that I can help you up. I pull you into my arms, we embrace for the zillionth time, it feels as good as the first time. We kiss. I love the feel of your silky nighty on my skin and the fact that I can still kiss your bare shoulders. They are so inviting. I hold you close.

You kiss me and I you. I sit quickly onto your side of the bed, catching you unaware. I quickly pull you across my lap. ‘Who is laughing now?’, I taunt. I can’t help but laugh in victory as I deliver a playful slap to your scantily clad bottom. You are adorable. Call me old, will you?

I deliver another slap and begin to tickle…