A tale from the 1990's. The days before email, when sharing teasing, erotic stories with my wife was done by fax.
Your flight is delayed out of Kennedy. Having sent the rest of the film crew home earlier this afternoon, I look forward to the weekend in Hamburg, before our Baltic cruise begins. Showing you Helsinki, Stockholm, Copenhagen and Oslo is going to be wonderful.
You come out of customs, looking rested and fresh. It is hard to believe you have been traveling for over 15 hours.
You drop your carry-on and embrace me, kissing me deeply (we have been apart for two months).
"Thanks for the business class honey, I feel well rested and cannot wait to see what you have in mind for tonight -- it better be naughty after all your teasing faxes over the past months."
I have arranged to change my room to a suite for your stay. They moved my bags while I was picking you up and we stop at the front desk to get our new keys.
One front desk manager in particular has taken great care of our retinue (her name tag identifies her as "Leni"). She turns over our new keys and gives us a rather strange knowing look as she welcomes you to the hotel, addressing you by name.
When sending you erotic faxes, I always make sure the fax machine is actually located at the front desk and I can watch them sending and then immediately retrieve it from them. In addition, I always use a cover sheet with just your fax number showing.
It's a cheap thrill, letting a stranger handle our fantasies, with little to no risk of being caught out.
Leni was on duty for most of my sends. One night I was called away from the desk by Randy and some crew members who had just returned from dinner. When I got back to the counter, she handed me the pages with a funny smile and I wondered if and how much she might have read.
Hamburg is the home of the Reeperbahn which is the sex street where I purchased your favorite (and mine) latex garments. You want to go out and see for yourself so we drop our bags in the room and head downstairs.
Checking once again with Leni, we get subway directions to the Reeperbahn and another knowing glance. It's a bit out of character for a hotelier in a German 5-star hotel. She is wearing the obligatory long skirt, round collar blouse, and blazer required by the hotel, as well as glasses and a very stern, blonde ponytail.
Still early evening, the sun has not yet set, but the red-light blocks are open and we walk them, looking into the open windows with scantily clad women for hire.
"Does this do anything for you?" You ask.
"Nothing at all. I never come into this area when down here. It's more of a tourist thing for me, bringing you or a crew member who has never seen it. I prefer the shops, sex shows, and booths."
"Well then, let's go there! But we can save the shopping for tomorrow if at all? I brought plenty of toys and lingerie. I was scared that I might be stopped by customs and that would certainly have made someone's day!"
Strolling the Reeperbahn as a couple, we move unimpeded. The crowds are thin as folks are just coming out for the evening.
You ask me about the video wank booths and demand to visit one. Entering one of the shops, we purchase some tokens and I explain that they usually don't let couples go into the booths together. You ignore my reticence and we are able to slip into one unseen.
You immediately notice the sticky floor, and the roll of paper towels. Your expression is a cross between disgust and fascination.
I show you how to put tokens into the slot and the controls for the channels. There are 99 channels and you become intrigued at all the levels of kink and fetish being shown.
You stop on a channel showing a couple in a hospital setting. The man is on a gynecological examination table, feet strapped to the stirrups and hands tied over his head. A woman in a nurse's outfit walks into the frame.
She takes his already erect cock deep into her mouth and quickly releases it and steps away. She then takes two clothespins and fastens them to his nipples. Reaching past the table, she holds a lit candle over him, dropping hot wax on his nipples, belly, and all around his shaved genitals.
He cries out and strains at his bindings.
She then picks up a pitcher of ice water and pours it over his chest with the water and ice cubes running down to his crotch. Grabbing an enormous dildo, she greases it up and very slowly slides it into his ass, while simultaneously greasing his penis with her other hand.
Your concentration is total, your mouth slack, the tip of your tongue running back and forth across your lips. I'm getting hard, and excited, watching your reaction.
You turn to me smiling, get up off my lap and start to go down on your knees, you pause for a moment, looking at the floor...
"Give me that roll of paper towels."
You pull off a couple of sheets and place them on the floor, then a couple more, until the floor in front of us is covered.
"Fuck it, I want your cock now. Sorry, I don't have a candle or ice cubes with me."
Dropping to your knees, you quickly undo my belt and zipper, pulling my pants down to my ankles. As I sit back and watch, you mimic the action on screen, sucking the head of my cock deep into the back of your throat.
You reach up with your hand, feeling for my face. Finding my lips, you work your fingers inside and collect my spit. Taking it between my legs, you begin working my perineum and I slide my ass toward you.
You reach up to my mouth and I hawk up some thick phlegm for you. You laugh and bring the mess down between my cheeks, probing my sphincter. First one finger, then two.
"You like this?" You look up at me, spit hanging from your chin. You stick your tongue out as you work my prostrate and then return to sucking my cock.
The soundtracks of the movie in our booth and the one next to us cover the moaning sounds that are rushing out of me. I'm no longer watching the movie as I look down to see you sloppily, suck, lick, and devour my cock.
You can feel me about to come and you pull your mouth away and tear at the buttons on your shirt. "On my tits, I want you to cum on my tits", you cry out over the soundtrack.
You hold me firm, hosing yourself as my cum erupts onto your breasts. You then smear it around with your hand, before bringing your fingers up to your mouth.
"Want some?" You don't wait for my answer, wiping some more off your breasts and pushing your come-covered fingers into my mouth.
We are both fully aroused, but there is no way you are going to get naked in this filthy booth, so we realize we had better get back to the hotel where there is room to maneuver.
Leaving the booth we get a few looks from other customers and escape to the street.
