Breaking My Journey Home

Pulling into the hotel car park, just after 4:00pm, I parked my car, took my overnight bag and went to reception to check in. It was a good quality hotel, set in its own gardens a little way off the motorway. Because I was only staying the one night on my way back home from a training course, I'd asked Sally, my dad's secretary, to book a premier double room, rather than a suite.

Getting to my room, I relaxed in the armchair, tired after a long morning, and followed by the drive down towards home. I had been attending a three-day seminar on the management of health and safety regulations, at a hotel in Cumbernauld. It had been incredibly boring, and the other attendees, were mostly middle-aged men, none of whom interested me. I had chosen to drive, rather than fly for a change.

Later in the early evening I went down to the restaurant and had a light evening meal, before drifting into the bar, and choosing a quiet table where I could enjoy a drink in peace and quiet. Ordering a brandy and babycham, I sat calmly in the corner and took stock of the other guests.

Midweek, there were few people on the bar, nobody that interested me in particular. Two very pretty Far Eastern girls sitting at the bar kept looking over at me, but at the time, I thought I wasn't really in the mood for that. Noticing that they kept whispering and giggling together, I filed the idea away, just in case nothing else came along. They were sisters, on a tour of the country, and were enjoying the last few days of their trip. Overhearing their conversation, which they clearly intended me to, I heard them say that they were on holiday from Singapore taking a break on their way up to Edinburgh.

There were a few elderly couples taking short breaks, and a youngish couple with two children, clearly doing as I was, breaking their journey and taking a night to rest. She was a rather good-looking woman, fresh face, long curly dark hair. She had a very shapely figured, ripe and juicy, she had that animal appeal that people find almost irresistible. The two children, both girls, were delightful, well behaved, and quiet. The husband however was a rather plain looking man, also with dark hair, tallish, with a slightly pudgy physique. He glanced over at me once or twice, but I wasn't bothered, most men tend to look at girls, even if they are with their wives.

The two oriental sisters, began to gather their things together, and were preparing to retire to their room. Both looking over at me, smiling, and making sure I could see their legs as they turned on the bar stools before standing. The taller of the two, the more attractive one made a kissing gesture with her lips, flicking her tongue out, and half closing her eyes, in what was actually a rather accomplished come on. I'm not overly keen on crossing racial boundaries, but I have to say, I was quite taken with them, and I admit I do have a weakness for asiatic girls. As they passed my table on their way out, the younger girl paused in the doorway and pointedly asked the other.

"What's our room number again Kathy?"

"327, you gave it to the barman when you signed off our bill Dolores."

Nodding to me as they left, I gave them a lukewarm smile, encouraging rather than rejecting them. I suppose if nothing else came along, a threesome with them might be quite enjoyable. Though in honesty, at that point I wasn't really in the right frame of mind for an encounter with them, delicious though it may have been.

Sitting quietly, watching as the bar slowly emptied, I decided another drink before bedtime would be fine. I went to the bar, and took a seat, ordering a further brandy and babycham. The young couple were collecting their things, and I heard the mother say.

"We'll go up now, the girls need to get to bed, it's still a long journey tomorrow, Jack. Coming.?"

"I'll be up in a moment Dawn, you get them settled while I have another lager.'

"Don't worry, they'll be fast asleep by the time you come up."

She smiled and squeezed his waist, while he leant forwards and gave her a kiss, winking at her as she drew away.

"Come on girls, time for bed."

She took their hands and walked out towards the lifts.

He made towards the bar, looking back quickly to make sure they had left, before standing next to me, and ordering a pint of Stella. Glancing sideways at me, he spoke softly.

"Hello there, on your own?"

"Yes, I'm breaking my journey on my way back down to London. I've been attending a rather dry H&S course in Cumbernauld."

"Oh, we're doing the same, taking a break, I mean, but we're on our way up to Falkirk, to visit relatives. My name's Jack by the way."

"Lucy, how do you do."

We talked for a while, he was far more interesting than he appeared. We finished our drinks, and I ordered a third one, while he ordered a whisky. He talked more quietly, causing me to lean in to hear him. Flirting with me, he made a number of subtle double entendres, which far from putting me off, raised my appetite. I looked at my watch, seeing the time was close to 10:00pm.

"I think it's time we finished and went to our rooms, your wife will be wondering where you've got to."

"She won't mind, it'll give her time to get the girls off to sleep. You're right though, it's time for bed."

He smiled and winked at me, and I licked my lips with the tip of my tongue, our eyes held for a moment. I politely called the girl who was managing the bar and asked for my bill.

"Yes miss, room number?"

"306, please."

She brought the tab, and I signed it off, while he did the same for his.

I picked up my bag, and we walked to the lift together. I pressed the button for the third floor and looked enquiringly at him.

"Second for me, thanks."

I pressed the relative button, and we rode up together, standing close, each enjoying the others presence. He stepped out at his floor, and I continued up to mine.

Arriving at my room, I touched the keycard to the pad, and went in. The room was dimly lit, by the outfall of light from the ensuite. I walked to the window with the intention of pulling the blinds. As I looked out at the wing opposite, I saw most rooms were dark, probably unoccupied. A few had lights on, as guests relaxed behind the privacy of their curtains. Almost opposite on the floor below mine, I saw Jack, with his wife, by their large double bed. He was undressing her, slowly with great care, he stripped her down to nakedness. She had a lovely body, large breasted, with a gorgeous bum, and I admired her from my vantage point. She climbed onto the bed and waited while he undressed and climbed up with her.

He had a substantial erection, and at that distance, his penis looked rather large. She took it in her hand and pulled him towards her. I watched breathless as they kissed and cuddled, stroking each others skin. Knowing that I was invading their privacy. I couldn't tear myself away from the scene unfolding in front of me.

Watching through the window, I saw him mount his wife and proceed to indulge in some seriously erotic sex. Looking down into their suite, the head of the bed under the window, I could see everything, her knees open and his actual entry into her. They writhed together and his hips rotated around as he plunged into her. She lay spreadeagled on her back, completely helpless under his body, watching, he impressed me with both his stamina and endurance. Feeling that hollow ache, that seems to run from my bottom to my pubic bone. I was experiencing a little jealousy as she was obviously enjoying what he was doing to her, whilst I was probably going to have to content myself with a bit of slow finger work. Or perhaps a quick visit to 327 and the two Malaysian girls.

However, I kept watching, unable to break away from the sight of the man, to whom I had recently been talking with in the bar, performing the act of love, with his wife. Taking quite a while, and both being very active, she arching her back and shaking her head from side to side, while he plunged into her with a strong, almost mechanical rhythm.

Reaching their climax, they strained and tensed against each other, before collapsing in a tangle of limbs, and lying still on the bed. I felt my hand creeping down to the hem of my skirt before reaching up and slipping my fingers inside my panties, slowly rotating my middle finger over my clitoral sheath, feeling that warm comforting sensation as I stimulated myself.

After a while, he got off the bed, and pulled his trousers and shirt on, while she snuggled up, pulling the sheets over herself and seemed to fall asleep. He walked out of view, I assumed that he went to use the bathroom. With nothing left to see, I closed the drapes, and undressed, packing my underwear into a 'dirties' bag, before putting on a pair of sleeping knickers. Old, black silk, with ruffles over the seat, and embroidery on the front panel, wonderfully comfortable, and ideal for a cooler night's sleep.

I took a short cotton nightie out of my case, and laid it out on the chair, before deciding not to bother, but to sleep, wearing just the panties. I was startled by the knock at my door, I slipped the hotel bathrobe on over my body. Wearing only my black ruffled silk panties underneath, drawing the front closed, and went to see who it was. Checking through the eyehole, I saw it was Jack, he must have slipped out of his room and found his way up to mine.

Opening the door, I was surprised as he simply stepped inside the entrance of my room, quietly closing the door behind him, locking it, and putting the safety bar over. Hesitantly, I stepped backwards into the main salon, he followed me until we were standing close together at the foot of the bed. Taking the robe at my shoulders, slipping it down until it fell to the floor at my feet. He looked appreciatively at me, standing in front of him, in just my panties. As he moved closer to me, I could smell her on him, rich, musky and very arousing.

He took his shirt off, and unzipped his trousers, revealing that he had nothing on underneath. Released from his clothes, his penis sprang out, stiff, reasonably large but not too big. Certainly not as big as it had appeared to be when I watched through my window. Taking hold of it, I pressed it down, and raised myself on tiptoes, pushing it under my soft gusset. Allowing it to spring up until it was lodged firmly against my silk covered peach. I settled back onto my feet, feeling his glans, pressing against the cheeks of my bottom. He was long enough to for the tip to slightly stick out behind me.

Slowly, and gently I rocked my hips, making small pelvic thrust's, causing him to sigh as the sensation of the soft material of my panties and the firmness of my inner thighs, stimulated his penis. We kissed, and it was everything that I'd had hoped. His lips were firm, his tongue soft and mobile, and his masculine taste was strong and exciting. My heart rate increased, and I desperately wanted him to pierce me, to give me what he'd given his wife as I had watched earlier.

Lifting me bodily, taking me off my feet he carried me, and he laid me back onto the bed, pressing his hands on my waist, before drawing them down to my hips, and with one swift movement, took my knickers off, dropping them onto the bed by my feet. It was so quick, I was a bit surprised and blurted.

"You sod!"

"Come on now Lucy, don't be like that. You knew what was going to happen when we talked downstairs in the bar, and confirmed it when you answered the door and let me in."

I lay there, wet, open and vulnerable, as he knelt between my knees, holding his penis, and gently pulling his foreskin back. From the angle I was looking, at the underside of his shaft, it looked a lot bigger than I knew it was, but anyway, size doesn't bother me much, it's capabilities that I appreciate.

Slowly he settled onto his elbows, holding my body just under my armpits. I looked down over my belly, and saw him lowering his hips towards mine, his penis bobbing in time with his heartbeat. Moving forwards, he touched his tip into me between my labia, I was open, wet and dilated. My vulva prominently plump as it surrounded my engorged vaginal lips. I rolled my hips back, and felt him enter me, with that thrilling sharp stab of mingled pain and pleasure.

Meeting my muscle resistance, he was experienced enough to pause, draw back slightly, before pushing firmly against me. Smoothly penetrating my innermost secret place, feeling like a long rubbery appendage, adding the bit that I was missing, and assuming it's natural place.

Beginning his pelvic thrusts, I was hoping to feel what his wife had felt, but I suppose he'd spent himself on her. Although he was quite good, it didn't match my expectations, and I felt a bit disappointed at his performance. He didn't last long, perhaps 3 or 4 minutes, and he finished, with a brief frenzied jerking movement, ejaculating his semen into me, but in a very small volume. For my part, apart from feeling full and warm, I hadn't even begun to feel anything much more.

He lay over me, gasping for breath, seemingly without any reserves of energy, and after several minutes, mumbled weakly.

"My god girl, I don't know what you've got down there, but you take some fucking, I'm absolutely buggered."

Giggling at his words, I whispered.

"Time to draw on your reserves then, I'm only just getting warmed up. Come on, show how good you are, married man and all."

"Oh Christ, you're insatiable Lucy."

He was right about that, I had slipped into full ravenous sexual hunger mode, and I knew although he was good, it wasn't going to be enough for me. Once my blood is up, I can't stop, and I can keep going for hours.

"Not really, and It's only one night Jack, so let's make the most of it, but please keep the language civil, I'm not particularly impressed by 'dirty' talk."

"Mmmm, all right, but I'm not sure I can get up enough to carry on. You can blow me if you like?"

I was right on my supposition that he had spent himself with his wife, and from what I saw of her, it wasn't really a surprise. With her figure, and powerful presentation of femininity, most men would have found her incredible in bed.

"No, I don't like, I'm far from satisfied, I need more from you than what I've had so far."

"God girl, I can't, having you is more than I thought it would be. You're so young and fit, it's like stirring warm thick liquid honey. I'm drained."

I wasn't surprised, he'd gone soft almost as soon as he'd ejaculated. His penis had literally shrunk and fallen out of me, before I could tense my stomach, and grip him. That's something I find quite common with men, in the past when I've ended up with the leftovers after my friend has taken the good looking one. I've had to stroke the men to deflect their attention, and often when I bring them off, they go limp. It has saved my body from an experience that I didn't really want to have. A fat sweaty man, grunting and puffing as he bounces on top of me isn't always something I particularly relish.

Although occasionally, as the exception to the rule, there had been those who though not very appealing, were quite deliciously skilled and accomplished in their lovemaking with me. One, in particular hadn't been diminished at all by my bringing him off with my hand and had gone ahead and taken me anyway. Despite my reluctance, he diddled me for quite a long time, leaving me almost senseless, yet surprisingly I enjoyed every second of it. He was definitely an expert at giving girls an enjoyable time.

He leaned back, holding himself between his fingers, and looking expectantly at me. Half smiling in anticipation, even though quite clearly, I'd said no. Feeling a rise of impatience within me at his inability, I replied.

"Look Jack, are you going to do me again or not?"

"If you can wait for a while, I might manage it, but no promises Lucy."

"You've been away from your wife for too long now, if you can't manage me, you'd better get back to her."

"Don't be like that, just give me a bit more time."

In response I snapped sharply at him.

"Not a chance, time you left Jack, I'll lock the door behind you."

"What if I don't want to?"

Picking up the bedside phone, I began to dial his room extension, calling out the numbers as I pressed the buttons.

"7, 7, 2, 0, 6. Let's see what your wife has to say shall we? It's ringing. (It wasn't, I hadn't actually pressed all the buttons fully).

Panic etched itself across his face, and he stammered

"No, no, it's all right, I was only joking, I'm going now. Thanks for this evening, you were wonderful."

"You'll need to wash yourself before you leave, or your wife will smell me on you, and you'll find yourself having to answer some difficult questions."

"She won't, surely?"

"We girls have a keener sense of smell than you do. I smelled her on you when you came in, so she'll definitely be aware of me if you don't freshen yourself up."

He went into the bathroom and washed his body with warm water and one of the hotel facecloths, drying himself with a towel, then spoke to me as he pulled his socks and shirt on.

"There now, does that smell better?"

"It'll do, come on it's time you went."

He leaned closer to me when we got to the door.

"Well, regardless of what you think, you'll always know deep inside, that I fucked you, and I thought I was pretty good, you might not have appreciated it, but I had a great time."

"I always know that I brush my teeth each morning, and deep inside it's the right thing to do. So, you have about the same level of importance to me. Now get out, go back to your wife."

He laughed and set off down the corridor towards the lifts. I closed the door behind him, put the safety bar on, and fuming inside, sat down on the toilet pedestal. Pushing two fingers inside myself, and rotating them around, pulling them sharply out, tensing my stomach as I did so, expelling most of his semen into the water below. Taking a brief shower to wash all traces of him off me. Beginning to relax in the warm clear flow of water, I started to feel clean again. Drying myself, I returned to my bed, stretching out naked on the sheets and wondering what to do next after the disaster of Jack's mediocre performance.

Slipping my sleeping knickers back on, I was comforted by the soft feel of them, the sensation of the material as I drew them up my legs, and around my bottom. The weight of the material was light but gave me a sense of security. Fortunately, there wasn't much of Jack's residual moisture at the groin, and my natural body juices soon eclipsed whatever there was left anyway. I lay there in the darkness looking at the ceiling, hearing the creaks and groans as the building settled in the coolness of the night.

Still feeling incredibly aroused, but not fully satisfied and wondering how to settle myself, considering what I could do to feed the raging hunger within me. I remembered the two girls in the bar. Quickly pulling my panties further up so that they were snug around my hips and slipping my nightie over my head. I wrapped myself in the thick bathrobe provided by the hotel. Placing my keycard into the pocket, I opened my door, checked that the corridor was empty and set off for room 327.

I pressed the illuminated panel at the entrance to their room and waited for them to answer. Almost immediately the door was opened, and I was hurriedly pulled inside. They had been waiting expectantly for me, and we wrapped ourselves together for what I suppose must be described as an extremely torrid sexual adventure. Both girls were dressed in fine lacy negligées. Their tufts of curly pubic hair, visible as dark inviting triangles, breasts firm, ripe and with with dark rose coloured nipples.

Unfastening my robe, I let it fall around my ankles. They both took a sharp breath as they saw that but for the light cotton nightie, and my sleeping panties, I was naked underneath it. Kathy wrapped her arms around me, smoothing her hands down over my bottom, pulling my knickers off, while Dolores pressed herself to me from behind, removing my nightie, and kissing my neck. I could feel her pubis against my bum, the soft curly hair tickling me, with the underlying hardness of her pubic bone nudging insistently into my soft flesh.