Hot City Break

A little nervous and biting my bottom lip I saw you walk across the Arrivals Lounge. You looked just like my favourite photo of you, your hair all ruffled, as if freshly fucked. I felt my clit tingle in anticipation of our imminent, sexually loaded wkd.

Then you saw me, proffered that sexy smile and nodded as you walk towards me; your leather wkd bag thrown casually over your shoulder. Teasing eyes undressed me, opening my blouse's buttons one by one. My breasts rose and fell as my nipples hardened to meet your gaze. Oh how I wanted you to pinch them then and there!

We embraced and you smelled amazing. An erotic whisper filled my ear with promise. Your hard Cock pressed against my skirt as my Mound of Venus swelled to greet it. We stepped back and politely kissed each others' cheeks - as if old friends greeting each other on a French Boulevard. We'd pre-agreed to zero, blatantly sexual PDAs but had almost forgotten our pact.

Leaving the Airport we caught a Taxi to the City, chatting about this and that whilst gently stroking each others' thighs. Fingers spreading with hope, anticipating the skin beneath the fabric. The Taxi Driver made small talk with us; as if trying to slice through the sexual tension building in his passenger seats - hoping he may take a portion home, to share with his Wife.

The Traffic was on our side. Friday's commuters were heading in the opposite direction. We soon reached our hotel and checked in. Surprisingly we were offered a complimentary upgrade and we gratefully accepted. There had been some mix-up with other guests who had initially requested to stay on the same floor.

We obviously left our coyness in the Taxi - as we entered the lift we were thrilled to be alone. 19 floors to go... we kissed, our lips and tongues hungry, we feasted on each other. The luggage was dropped, our hands had more pertinent duties. We grabbed each other and you pressed me against the lift wall, both of us grinding like two horny teenagers in a back alley. I was almost dripping - feeling your hard cock pressing against me, once again confirming our wanting.

The lift bell dinged so we straightened our clothing. As the doors opened we were face to face with three, corporate types, all dressed conservatively for a city wkd. They must have been there for the conference we'd seen advertised at Reception. With somewhat flushed faces we exited the lift and heard them laughing as the lift doors closed. I looked down at your stiff Cock, straining against your trouser fly. It looked like it had tried to exit the lift before you!

Our room was at the far end of the corridor. I slid the keycard down the door's slot as you simultaneously slid your hands around my hips and pulled me back towards you. Your touch was electric and I almost dropped the keycard.

For a moment we forgot we had been upgraded. We knew we'd gone up a few floors but did not realise we had been given a Corner Suite. A plush sofa and ottoman were in the living area, fresh flowers and fruit filled the air with a ripening, sensual scent. Straight ahead, floor to ceiling windows looked out onto the Park with the suburbs spilling beyond. Through some double doors we found the opulent King Size Bed, with plenty of room for two or more to play. The En Suite was another surprise: a Turkish Style, Marble Steam/Wet Room. How appropriate I thought - as I felt the juice of my lust trickle down an inner thigh.

"So, here we are" you said, with another sexy wink and a pinch of my bum. "We are indeed" I replied, returning the wink - but not the bum pinch!

I removed my jacket and placed it over the gilt edged chair near the walk-in wardrobe. A strong, commercial chair, purposely made for hotels and such. I've always had a thing for fucking on a chair and this one looked like it would last a ride!

You seemed strangely flustered - as if we were meeting for the first time again. Perhaps you had Jet Lag or had forgotten to finish an important work project? I understood, having only just made it to my own flight that morning. I walked over and laughed into your ear. "Is it hot in here or am I just dripping?" With that I pulled you towards me, kissed you and suggested you join me in the Wet Room.

We eagerly undressed each other. You kissing my neck and shoulders, licking my nipples and tracing my public mound with a teasing forefinger. I stroked your arms. As your shirt fell to the floor and I momentarily nuzzled into your chest. A place I felt both safe and turned on at the same time. My nails lightly scratched over your nipples and you sighed. A verbal surrender to promised pleasure.

Our clothes strewn, we entered the Wet Room. Light Grey, Marble Tiles with small, Turkish Roses adorned the walls, "Just like a row of pink, pussies", you said. "You wish!" my reply.

We kissed for a few minutes then looked around for a water source - a large Rainfall Shower Head was above us plus a Hand Held Shower Head on the side wall, for those hard to reach places. My shower head of choice when travelling alone!

I tied up my hair and turned on the mixer tap and started washing your body. Your shoulders and arms your hands, chest and navel, your groin and of course, your cock. Oh how it loved my cleansing, pre fuck strokes - standing upright, eager to greet each one. I knelt down and started teasing the tip of your cock with my lips as I gently soaped your balls.

Now that your cock was shiny and clean I wanted to taste you. I started to lick along its length, down that throbbing vein and then its girth. Then I took your cock into my mouth and worked it as any dedicated lover should. My hands slid around to your buns, that Astanga Yoga Course had certainly paid off - they were firm and strong. I slid a finger down your arse crack, then up, then down again. You squirmed, wanting my finger to delve further - but not now. My mouth released your cock with a puckering noise and I kissed the tip, as if sending it on its way.

I lay down on the marble bench that ran parallel to the shower area's wall; remembering that original Turkish Wet Rooms/Hamams were built for leisure as much as ablution. As expected, I lay on my stomach - you knew I loved my back washed first. The Rose scented body wash took me back to our time in Istanbul. Both of us in the Hamam, both horny but separated. Such an erotic venue yet segregated for modesty. The echoing sounds of running water, cloths being slapped against bare skin and naked flesh everywhere you looked.

We couldn't leave there fast enough once we'd politely drank the complimentary Apple Tea and written in the Visitors' Book. Laughing to myself, as you washed my shoulders, I remembered you kneeling between my legs as the Imam called for afternoon prayers. I suppose you were worshipping, in your own way but it wasn't Mecca you were facing!

Back to real time, you washed my back, tenderly at first, then the loofah released the last ounces of stress as it scrubbed my tense shoulder blades. Your soapy hands then washed me from head to toe, only allowing me to turn over once you had ensured I was totally clean. You took a soft, wash cloth and trickled warm water across my decolletage, then onto my right breast, licking the droplets off the areola and lightly biting the nipple. I instinctively raised my knees anticipating how wet I now was.

But you made me wait - your self control fuelled by the fact we had all weekend. Two nights in a strange city where no one knew us but you never knew who we might get to know.

Your fingers traced a line down between my breasts as you continued to lick and bite my nipples, erect like sexually-charged bullets. A hand slid down to my pubic mound which you cupped before slipping a finger in, confirming my clit was as swollen as you'd hoped for. Further, further, your fingers explored my Pussy and as two entered me I squeezed them and caught my breath. I was already so close to coming, your fingers working me, already knowing each spot, as if you had an inbuilt Labial Google Maps App! Your thumb on my clit as you fingered-fucked me...

I've always been attracted to men with good hands - attractive, strong hands. Square hands with long fingers and clean nails. Hands that can be as creative as productive, as caring as punishing. There would be no punishment this weekend - it was all about pleasure. Mutual pleasure.

Fucking in the steamy bathroom was a fabulous launch to our Hot City Break but we needed to eat so had booked a table in the Hotel's Bistro. We preferred a more casual style of dining, less pretentious and after all, the food came from the same kitchen as the Hotel's A La Carte Menu.

We sat by a picture window and watched the city light up, it was as if it were orchestrated: one by one the office buildings and CBD's residential apartments' lights lit up. We're both people watchers/ voyeurs by nature and were scanning the buildings for something of interest.

Our main course passed uneventfully. We caught up on personal news, and laughed at a few memories of times past - but as we finished our Crème Brûlées we had a surprise. Straight across the street was a modern, apartment block. We noticed that one of the windows had a reddish glow to it, more evocative than standard lighting. The curtains were open and a corporate-looking couple had kicked off their shoes and were curled up on the sofa, sharing a Friday night drink. Before we knew it the man had dropped his pants and she was bent over, devouring his cock - as if she hadn't eaten for weeks! Her prowess was impressive - she sucked and licked his cock for a good ten minutes, without a break. Her mouth must have brought him to the brink and back a few times. Then suddenly the apartment's lights went out.

Both turned on by the unexpected sex show we signed for our meal and made our way to the Hotel's Bar for a nightcap and to discuss plans for our wkd. We knew we wouldn't talk much once back in the hotel room!

I took an important, belated business call while you patiently read that day's, now crinkled newspaper and people-watched some more. Just as I wound up the phonecall I noticed an elegant couple arrive - the couple from the apartment building across the road. Fate? She was coquettish, he quite the Alpha. Together, they looked like they could turn on any lights, with their shared sexual energy. Did they know people had seen them? Did they know we had seen them?

I winked at you and nodded towards the bar, "Look who's just walked in!" I whispered. Judging by the way your cock was swelling in your chinos, it confirmed you were thinking how amazing it would be for her to host your cock between her sweet, warm lips. "Maybe it is Fate?" we laughed in unison. My clit was throbbing at the idea of a foursome and wondered if it would finally come to fruition? We'd both played with couples before but separately, in threesomes, never a Fuckfest for Four. Perhaps tonight was going to be a long and luscious one?