A Few Days Away

It was going to be another morning sneaking back into our rooms to shower. I opened the door to the room as quietly as I could. My wife still snoring albeit not as loudly. I slowly opened the door to the bathroom and started the shower. I stood there, letting the multiple jets pour the warm water over and at me from all positions. I thought of the women I had had these experiences with these past few nights probably doing the same. And how reckless her request was and the recklessness of my acquiescing to it. But I was still going to do it. My lust and desire overtaking my guilt. When was I going to have this kind of opportunity again? It had been so long since real sexual passion had been part of my life and the excitement of doing something that was inherently dirty, maybe a little deviant overcame my better judgment. But I had to come up with something, some excuse to stay the extra day.

I dried myself and slipped into bed. The snoring had mercifully calmed. As I was dozing, I came up with a plan I'd thought would work.

I thought we'd sleep in a little later, but by 8:00 we were up. Check out was at 11:00, so I had to make this work soon. I left to get coffee for us, using the time to consolidate my thoughts. As I walked down the stairs of the hotel towards the the door, the woman at the desk was checking some people out. But she caught my eye, smiled broadly and winked. I gave a a knowing smile back and felt my face flush a bit. I would talk to her in when I got back.

After picking up the coffee and walking back from the cafe, the living room lobby was empty and I headed over to the reception desk.

"Well hello, and how are you this morning?" She said smiling an giggling a bit.

She was cute, probably in her mid to late 20's, brunette hair in a bun, a white collared blouse, black bra showing through underneath and a short black pleated skirt.

"Hi, Katie, right? Um, we'll fine, as, um, you can probably imagine." I could feel the heat in my face again.

"Oh, I don't have to imagine." She teased. "And yes, Katie."

I couldn't wipe the grin off my face. "Well, I might need a room for another night and, well..."

"Actually..." She began. "I've already talk to your, er, friend this morning, and if you do need to stay another night, everything is already taken care of. So, no worries."

I jut stared at her, trying to process what she meant.

"So you can just leave your bag, here with me, all's good." She tried to further explain.

"Oh, oh good, um, thank you. I'll do that." I stammered. "Sounds good, great."

"My pleasure. Really, definitely my pleasure." She was enjoying this now. "Oh, and thanks." She finished with another wink.

I half stumbled up the stairs.

"Hey babe, I'm back. And so I got a call while I was out. That client I worked with a bit ago saw I was up here in my Instagram and the want me to shoot some more pictures for them." I tried to say convincingly.

"Really! Oh wow. That's crazy right." She said excitedly.

"Um yeah, it's wouldn't be until later today and tomorrow morning though. Is that ok? I know you have that meeting later and have to get back."

"Oh, well, um yeah, I could just jump on the train back to the city. Would you have to pay for another night here?" She asked.

"Ah no, they, um, said they would pick up the room for the night if I could do it, but I, you know wanted to check with you first." I could feel the guilt rush through me.

"Oh yeah, of course, I'm glad you brought your gear then. Do we still have to check out then?" She asked.

So I hadn't thought of everything.

"Oh, um yeah, so I checked downstairs, they uh, have this room already booked, so I'd have to move to another, ah, room and it won't be ready until 3:00." I said trying to think on my feet.

"Well that's silly, do you want me to talk to them, I'm sure I could talk them into..."

"Honey, please, they are doing me a favor as it is, it's a better room and I'm getting it for the same price as this one, but housekeeping has to get it ready." I swear I was starting to sweat. My wife could be obstinate when she wanted to get her way. "It's fine, why don't we check the train schedule, I can if you want so you can get ready to check out.

I opened the app for the train and there was one at 10:00. "How about 10:00?"

"Yeah that will work, there is an event I wanted to attend tonight anyway. Perfect." And she went about tending to her packing as I bought the ticket and emailed it to her.

I packed my things. The train station was at the edge of town, a ten minute drive, and it was getting close to having to leave. Somehow she was done before me, which never happens, and she wanted to wait downstairs. I quickly finished and headed downstairs. As I descended and the view opened up of the lobby there was my wife talking to the financial bro husband of my new friend.

I stopped in my tracks and retreated up a few steps out of view to compose myself. I heard the stairs creak above me and turned to look up. It was her, all blonde, hair now down, tattooed arms showing.

"Hey," she almost whispered. "We're you able..." And her excited voice stopped after she saw the look on my face. "What, what's..."

"Well, yes...taking her to the train now, and, um, my ah, wife is talking to your husband downstairs."

Her eyes widened. We both stood there staring at each other frozen.

"Welp, they don't know anything, so let's just play it off, because it seems we don't have a choice." She whispered. "After you?" And she held her had out as to show me the way.

"Ok, let me go down first." I said, probably overthinking it.

"Yeah, ok. You probably are..." She said sounding like she was trying to convince herself.

I returned back to the hotel after dropping off my wife. I was still torn, wondering what the hell I was doing and questioning whether I could go through with all of this. Deception was never my forte, but as I opened the door and entered the lobby, the lust, the wanton desire, the possibilities of the situation, overtook me.

I walked over to reception.

"Hey there, I'm soooo glad you're staying with us another night." She said smiling broadly.

I'd swear she had unbuttoned an extra button on her white blouse. Her cleavage and black lace bra now prominently displayed.

"It's been very exciting having you here." She said teasingly. "So, your bag is already up in the room and here is the key, 401, top floor. I was told to tell you just to let yourself in. And I always do what I'm told." She was almost giggling now. "I'm just sorry the, um, exhibition is over, it was certainly fun!"

I began to flush, but held it together. "Well, I'm glad you enjoyed yourself." I smiled.

"Myself did enjoy! And maybe we'll see each other later." She said as I took the key card and glanced back at her, a wide grin on her face.

I could have taken the elevator off the lobby, but I needed the time to collect myself. I began walking up the stairs and glanced back at Katie busy with her phone. All kinds of thoughts were racing through my mind and before I knew it, I was on the fourth floor, looking at the door, room 401. I almost knocked, then I remembered I was supposed to go right in. I waved the card over the reader on the door and heard the lock disengage. I pushed it open and entered the room. It was large, sofa off on one side, a writing table, I scanned across to the wood four poster king size bed, all the blinds were up, so the room was filled with light. I didn't see her as I entered the room. I scanned the room as I entered it fully, there were a set of two comfortable chairs near the gas fireplace, and it was on one of those chairs she sat. Before I could register what she was wearing, she stood, holding two glasses of red wine. She stood and held her position for a few moments so I could drink her in.

"Welcome!" She said softly.

Her hair was down, falling just to her shoulders. Her dark tattoos offset by a white lace bra, panties, garter and finishing with shear white stockings and heels. She was stunning.

"You, you, are beautiful...gorgeous..." I stammered. It had been a long while since I've been with a woman had dressed like this.

"Well, someone should enjoy it anyway." She moved toward me and handed me the wine. "To an adventure!"

We drank a sip in silence just looking at each other. She took back the glass took a step back and turned revealing the thong that rode up the back of her pert ass. She put the glasses on the table and turned towards the bed.

"Do you know what this kind of underwear is good for? She asked.

"You mean besides showing off that amazing ass?" I asked.

"Mmmm yeah, besides that." She turned her head back to me and smiled and turned away, reaching the foot of the bed. She places both hands on the wood that made up the end of the bed and bent over slightly. Without looking back she said. "Spanking. Now get over here and punish me a little."

I was shaking. This was the the most erotic scenario I had ever been in, but I managed to walk over, gaining confidence as I did until I reached the bed she was bending over onto.

"You have been pretty fucking bad." And a swatted the cheek closest to me.

"Ugh, yes. I have. Because I let you see me naked." Her voice dripping with sensuality

Swat. I slapped her other cheek. "And you let me see you play with that sweet pussy." Slap.

"Hmmfh...uh fuck yes. Then I let you come all over me." Swat, swat. "Ummf...And told you my most secret fantasies."

Slap. My desire rose. A sort of tunnel vision of lust came over me, as the rush of the memories of all we had done flew through my mind.

"Uuugh I'm a little slut right? Squirting all over you." Slap. "all I n fucking public." Slap.

"Then you sucked my cock, didn't you?" Slap, slap. "And drank all my come didn't you,"

Slap.

"Uuugh yeah, that's it spank me, fuck. Yes I drank your come..." Slap. "I was so needy then, when you...you..."

Slap. Her ass was reddening and she was writhing, still holding on the the wood railing at the end of the bed.

"Then you fed me your pussy, that sweet little pussy." Slap. "You sat in my face didn't you?" Slap.

"Uuuugh yes...this little vixen came all over your face didn't she. Aaaah was so good. Call, me, call me your little vixen, your wanton vixen, pleeeease! Uuugh...yes and that sweet little cunt downstairs watched us."

"You." Slap. "Are." Slap. "My." Slap." Little fucking vixen." Slap.

Her ass was beet red, and. I could feel she had had enough. She bent over more, pulled her panties aside and slide two fingers into her wet cunt. She was so wet they slipped I with no resistance. I finger fucked her from behind, watching her red ass jiggled until she exploded on my fingers, her juice coating my hand.

"Uuuuugh yeeeeees. Fuck, fuck!" She turned and fell to her knees. "Ah l...fuck my mouth." She unbuckled my belt, unfastened the button and unzipped my pants until my cock sprang out.

"Good boy, no underwear!" And she engulfed my cock.

It wasn't going to take long I was so worked up. She moved her head back and forth and stopped for a moment and began to jerk me off. "Ugh fuck my face like before!"

And I grabbed her hair and pushed her back on my dick. And she sucked hard as I fucked her face with ten good strokes until I lost it and began to come in her mouth "Yeeeeeeeees!"

She pulled off, panting, streaking her face with my come as she swirled her tongue around her mouth.

She dropped to all fours panting, trying to compose herself for a moment. She then crawled over to the table by the fire and fumbled with her phone that was perched leaning against the wine bottle, pointing at the bed.

She held it up. "For our little voyeur friend downstairs." And tapped at her phone as she was sitting on the floor.

"Hmmmm...I can't wait to fuck you." She said as she rose and walked over to me. "But first let's clean up shall we, and ah, take a shower. Hmmmm that shower..." She purred, my come still on her face. She turned and headed for the bathroom.

"Are you sure you're ready for it?" I asked following. "I know how worked up you get in there."

"I, I think I'll be able to deal with it."

She was still in her lace thong, bra and white thigh highs leaning into the stall to start the shower when I walked in.

"Come on, get naked!" She demanded as she stood and watched as the room began to steam.

After pealed off my shirt and pants I looked up to see her entering the shower still clad in the erotic outfit. As I entered the stall behind her the water was streaking the lace and sheer material covering her legs. She was a sight to see, standing there in the back of the shower stall. Hair half wet from getting in under the main shower head and all the little jets, six of them in pairs at various heights. Water dripping down her body. The thicker splotches of come still sticking to her.

"Um, why did..." I began.

"I thought it would be hotter this way." She smiled. "Now, take them off me please."

She was standing at the back of the shower. When I reached her, I leaned into her and unclasped her bra and let it drop to the bottom of the stall. I knelt in front of her and and slowly peeled the white lace panties off her hips. As her pussy unveiled itself from the lace, I gently blew on it, making her shiver. I pulled them down over her still white sheathed legs as she lifted one foot, then the next so I could put them aside.

"Shall I take these off also?" I asked.

There was a hesitation in her answer.

"Ummm, let's keep them on for now. I look too good in them." She smiled mischievously.

I rose, stepped back and looked at her near naked body. I had to snap myself out of it. "You look amazing..." was all I could come up with. "Let's get you clean." I said as I exchanged places with her.

Her back was to the water and facing me. I squirted some soap from the dispenser and soaped up her body. Carefully washing her face and working my way down. Feeling her breasts for the first time as she let out a soft moan. Down her stomach to her pussy, lightly soaping her there. I put some shampoo in my hands and had her lean back in the shower. I turned her around soaped her back, down to her ass and worked some soap into the crack and over her puckered hole.

"I want to make sure your little rosebud is nice and clean." I whispered in her ear as I circled it.

"Ummf...yes, uh, thank you." She muttered.

"Turn around." I asked her, conceivably to wash the soap from her, but I had something else in mind that I discovered by accident one morning.

Each little water jet coming out of the wall of the shower was adjustable. I moved to one side of her and adjusted where she was standing. Then slowly moved one jet.

"Bend over just a bit...yeah right there, hold that." I said as inching one of the middle jets up her middle thigh.

"What are you...OOOH, GEEZ!" Her voice jump two octaves higher.

If you moved the jets, or your body to just the right place, the stream of warm water would shoot right into your ass. It wasn't an unpleasant sensation.

"Oh my god, ugh, this is, fuck..." she said as I held her in place. "Aaaaah..."

I reached up and and pulled the hand held shower head off the wall and turned it on. I moved around in front of her and slowly moved the spraying water down the front of her body.

"Ugh, hmmm, what are you doing with that now?" Her eyes were wide as she held her body just right. "Oooooooh fuuuck, yes, shit..."

With the spraying water massaging her pussy "Oh fuck, right there on my clit, fuck yes." She moaned.

She trembled with a little orgasm, then increasingly built up to roar. She looked at me as her whole body shook and the relaxed one arm around my neck to hold herself up, her body still convulsing. Her body slowly slowed and she stood there, water cascading down her, head buried in my shoulder, until she raised her face to mine and kissed me hard, her tongue lashing at mine.

"What, what the hell was that?" She smiled wide. "How did I not figure that one out?" And she began to laugh. "I've orgasmed before, but holy hell."

Her face lost the smile. And worry flashed though my mind I'd gone too far. She looked straight into my eyes for what seems like minutes. I saw too late her hand in the air before she slapped me across the face.

I was stunned and my face stinging.

"You fucker! How am I going to top that? Damn it! I'll have to come up with something fucker!"

And with that she pulled me around so my back was now to the water. She bent and stripped off one of the stockings, turned to the wall and and loaded a section of it with the body gel from the dispenser on the wall, turned and wrapped the white stocking around my dick.

"Here you fucker, I'm going to make you come now!" And she began to stroke me. Hard. "Do you like this? I want your come all over these nylons! Tell me, so you like this?!"

"Hmmmm yeah. Fuck yeah, ugh..."

She leaned over and scream, whispered. "Oooh fuck baby, I'm going to fuck you soooo good later. Not fucking now, I want you to come this way first! Hmmmm, I'm going to let you put your dick into my soaking pussy, fuck it's so wet now, here...see"

She sipped two fingers into her pussy and stuck them in my mouth, all the while continuously jerking me.

"Aaaaah fuck I know..." And she turned her body to squirt soap into her other hand l, laid her head back on my shoulder, reached around and plunged her slick finger into my ass.

"This is it! This will make you come!

It took only thirty or so seconds before I erupted into her hand and over the stockings. "Aaaaaaah fuuuuuuck yes!"

"Hmmmm yes, that's it!" And she raised her hand to suck the come off it. "Ugh, tastes so gooood!" She had already removed her finger from my ass and then slowly unwrapped the stocking from around my dick. "I told you I like a good hand job."

I looked at her, naked in front of me. Both our legs wobbling from the intense satisfaction we gave each other. She leaned in and gently kissed me. "I'll be in the bed, clean up and come and join me." She said, running her hand down my body one more time before exiting, one leg still sheathed in the white nylon.

I did as she asked, soaped up my body, my hair and wondered again what we were doing. It was only around noon, and I already had climaxed more than I'd had in months at home.

When I walked out of the bathroom, she was lying in bed, half covered on the far side, leaning on her side holding her head up on her hand, the covers folded down so her naked top torso was exposed.

Her hand patted the other side of the bed. "Come here and lie down with me. Let's just talk for a bit. I like it when we talk."

I don't know why, well, I probably do, but I was now a bundle of nerves. I slid into the bed and the pulled the covers over half of me and we just looked at each other, not knowing where to begin. We were at an interesting point of this experience. This was somehow more intimate. A sofa and a shower were one thing, but sharing a bed was an other.

"Um, so, this." She said. "This is kind of different right?"

"Yeah. It is. I'm not sure what I'm supposed to feel."

"Yeah, me either." And she held the silence a beat. "Well, besides exceptionally horny."

We both laughed hard, tears in our eyes. It was the break in the tension we needed.

"Listen," she said. "Let's just take this for the experience it is, for the memories of us getting a little wild in bed, literally now a bed, for the sexual memories we may never have again. I think we are able to be fluid with our desires, for each other. I feel really open with you, in these deviant little expressions we have. I don't know, I feel I can ask you to do anything without judgment that I feel with..." And her voice trailed off.

"Yes. I mean, do you realize, with all these orgasms we've had together, the times I've seen you naked and I assume, at some point during this dalliance, we're going to fuck, that we've never exchanged names?" I asked. "And I'm not saying it's a bad thing, but I'm not sure what to make of it."