Three Nights That Changed Everything Part Four
- 1 year ago
- 8
- 0
Three Nights That Changed Everything - Part Two free porn video
Friday
When I wake the next morning, it takes me a moment to figure out where I am.
We didn’t bother closing the blinds last night, and the sunlight is pouring through the full-length windows. I have no idea what the time is, but how bright it is outside suggests that it’s maybe somewhere around 8 am. I can’t remember the last time I slept in so late; clearly the events from yesterday must have exhausted me.
As I roll over towards him, I realise he is already awake and is watching me, smiling.
“Good morning, sexy,” I murmur, smiling back at him.
“Good morning, baby," he replies, before leaning in for a kiss.
The feeling of his lips pressing against mine pulls me out of my sleepy state. I am fully awake now and aware of my surroundings. I can feel the heat coming from his body, and I can detect the scents of sex in the room, reminding me of our amazing night together. I feel his stubble against my skin as he kisses my cheek, my chin, my neck, my breasts. My nipples are already firm when his tongue reaches them, but within seconds they are hard, swollen, and begging to be sucked. Luckily, he is keen to oblige them, and I lie back against the pillows, stroking his hair as he wraps his lips around each one in turn, before teasing them with his tongue.
“I need a shower,” I tell him when his mouth starts to move lower. “Care to join me?”
The bathroom was one of the reasons I picked this place. It has a chic, contemporary look about it and boasts an enormous walk-in, rainforest shower, along with seductive LED mood lighting. There’s also a separate bathtub, easily big enough for at least two people. I knew it would be perfect for the kind of sex we’ve been discussing for all these months.
I slip in first and get the water adjusted to the perfect temperature. I close my eyes as the water pours down on me from above, savouring the feeling as it drenches my skin. I hear him join me, and he immediately wraps his arms around my body. As we begin to kiss, it almost feels as if we are outside during a rainstorm, another fantasy of mine.
Our hands begin to roam each other’s bodies, washing, teasing, tantalizing each other as the steam builds up around us. I take his cock in my hands and use both to alternately stroke him and play with his balls. He quickly responds by sliding a hand between my soapy thighs. I moan loudly as his fingers find that hotspot inside me again, whilst he massages my clit with his thumb.
I know an orgasm isn’t far off and I think he senses it too.
“Turn around,” he growls.
The effect these two little words have on me is huge. There’s something about his tone, and the fact that it was an instruction, not a request, that makes it feel so hot, so dominant. I willingly comply, desperate to feel his wonderful, hard cock inside me again. I turn away from him, facing the wall. I bend my hips a little, which pushes my ass out towards him, and brace myself, forearms, and hands resting flat against the cold tiles.
I’m taken by surprise as I hear – and feel – the sharp smack of his hand against my ass.
The message in this gesture is clear to both of us; he is going take me, and I will fucking love every second of it.
He nudges my legs further apart with his and then grabs my hip, firmly, with one hand. He uses the other to aim his cock at my entrance and penetrates me with one single, fluid movement. Placing his other hand on my other hip, he begins to pound me. There is no slow, gentle build up; today is fast, hard, and powered by sheer lust. My tits are bouncing in time with his thrusts, and the flesh on my thighs and ass jiggles as he fucks me, relentlessly.
Just when I think it couldn’t get any hotter, he moves one hand up to roughly squeeze my breasts, and the other one down to play with my clit. I catch our hazy reflection in the mirror above the sink, and I think it is one of the most erotic images I have ever seen. I only wish we were filming this; I want to be able to replay this moment, over and over again, for years to come.
I can tell from his breathing - and the grunt-like noises he’s making - that he is getting close, and I know that I’m right on the edge too.
“Cum for me, baby,” he says, again demanding, not asking.
That’s all it takes – the sound of his voices sends me spiralling into another delicious, noisy, messy climax. The added tightness rippling through my pussy is the trigger he needed, and with one last thrust, he is emptying himself into me.
“That was amazing,” I tell him, once we have recovered enough to move.
He gently pulls out of me, and we spend a few more moments under the water, kissing each other as we enjoy the afterglow of our orgasms. When we’ve finished, we step out of the shower, wrap ourselves in the softest, fluffiest towels I have ever seen, and head back into the bedroom. We cuddle on the bed, pulling the sheets back over us to keep warm as we plan out the rest of the day.
Eventually, we get up and dressed. It’s a mid-November morning, so we add enough layers to keep out the cold, and head out to find somewhere for breakfast. I order coffee and orange juice, having never been a fan of food in the morning. I steal glances at him as he eats, knowing he’s all I am hungry for right now.
It amazes me how comfortable I already feel around him, even though it’s only just over twelve hours since we got here, and I am thankful that we took the time to build our connection up to this level before agreeing to meet for the first time.
After paying, we put our coats back on and make our way into the bustling streets, already packed with other tourists. I’m a little on edge, having never enjoyed crowds, but he senses this and grabs hold of my hand. The gesture warms my heart as well as my hand. I know without him saying it that he wants me to feel safe and happy. And with him by my side, I do.
I know he was surprised that I suggested meeting in a city, having always professed not to enjoy them. We’d previously imagined that our first meeting would be at a remote cottage by the sea somewhere, giving us the freedom to enjoy each other without the worry of anyone around us. We both loved this fantasy, and we discussed it time and time again.
However, when I reached the point where I couldn’t wait any longer to see him in person, I knew that location wouldn’t be practical. As we would be approaching winter, many of the places we would’ve considered visiting would not be options, especially not for the long walks on the beach and alfresco sex we both craved. Late spring would be just too long to wait.
There were also the logistics of finding somewhere that wouldn’t mean unnecessary travel time. We knew that whilst we had dreamed of a whole week together, a few nights would be all that we could manage without too many questions being asked. The more time we spent in the air and on the road would mean less time in bed. So, somewhere close to an airport became the preferred option.
Although I couldn’t tell him this, I had another reason for choosing a city. I smile to myself as I think about what I have carefully researched and planned for us.
I suggest an open-top bus tour as being the best way to see as many of the sights as possible in a few hours. He looks at me as if I might be crazy as it definitely seems to be getting colder, but I whisper in his ear that I promise we’ll have fun warming up later, kiss his cheek and then head off to get the tickets.
Sure enough, the tour is amazing. We snuggle up against each other as we take in the stunning architecture, from the incredible gothic buildings to the modern, contemporary designs. He is a keen amateur photographer and takes pictures of everything, promising to send me copies of the best ones when I complain that the images I have been snapping with my phone are far too blurry.
I manage to get a few selfies of us, and I make a point of e-mailing them to myself as backup, should anything happen to my phone. I know there won’t ever be another chance to get another picture of us together after this trip, so the ones I have are beyond precious.
Once we have seen all there is to see on the bus, we decide to have a walk through the main streets, which are filled with market stalls, street artists and live music. The cold air is filled with the smell of delicious food, coming from the many cafes, restaurants, and street vendors. We are surrounded by vibrant, bright colours and happy, smiling people and it’s hard not to be completely swept up by the buzz.
We walk hand in hand, chatting all the time, stopping to look at anything that interests us, and stealing kisses whenever we can. I am sure that passers-by would mistake us for a regular couple who had been together for some time, and I smile to myself when I think about our seemingly unique situation. There’s no one I would rather be here with right now.
As early afternoon approaches, we decide it’s time to find somewhere for lunch. We’re both glad to escape from the cold and, once we have ordered, he takes my hands in his to warm them up. By the time the waiter brings our wine, I can feel my fingers again and, as we clink glasses to toast our first full day together, I know that this is another moment I will never forget.
The food is delicious, and we decide to stay and order desserts. I choose a simple cheesecake, which comes decorated with a fruit garnish. The combination of the wine and sitting looking into his eyes for most of the last hour has made me horny, and I cannot resist some blatant flirting.
I pick up a strawberry, trail it through the intricately swirled chocolate sauce, and place it towards my lips. Keeping my gaze fixed on him, I lick the pointed end of the fruit and then, leaning across the table, offer it to him. There’s an unmistakable look of lust on his face as he catches hold of my hand, eats the strawberry, then kisses each of my fingertips, one at a time, sending pleasurable shivers through my entire body.
We finish eating in silence, using our eyes to communicate the lascivious thoughts we are both having right now. Once outside the restaurant, he pulls me close to him and kisses me passionately, not caring about any of the people passing us by. His mouth tastes of wine and chocolate and I cannot get enough of him.
As I press myself close to him, it suddenly starts to rain.
“I think we should head back to the hotel,” I tell him. “I seem to be getting very wet.”
He smiles at the double-meaning and takes my hand. We’re only a few minutes away from the hotel now, so we walk quickly, trying to dodge the crowds and the puddles, but it’s a heavy shower and we are both drenched by the time we return to the warmth of our room.
“So, what shall we do now?” I ask with pretend innocence as we strip off our wet clothes, including our underwear.
“I have a game in mind,” he tells me, giving me the filthiest look imaginable. “Go make yourself comfortable on the bed.”
I’m curious as to what he is thinking, but I decide not to ask. I do as he says and lie down on the bed, on my front, feet facing towards the headboard so that I can see the rest of the room and look out of the windows. He grabs the remote control from the desk, switches on the TV, and gets on the bed with me.
I glance sideways and see he is smiling, but I still have no clue as to what he’s up to. I watch as he brings up the channel menu, goes to the movies section, and then to the adult pay-per-view offerings. I recall the times we have discussed watching porn together previously and then the penny drops.
I know what the game is now.
“So,” he says, casually scrolling through the previews. “Which one would you like to watch?”
“Hmmmmm,” I say, reading through some of the descriptions. “I really don’t mind. You choose, it’s your game, after all.”
After looking at a few others, he picks one, punches in the room number to order it, and slides closer to me, so that our sides are touching. The challenge will be to see who can go the longest without needing to cum. I think back to the wine we had with lunch, and I know that I am already at a serious disadvantage; my willpower isn’t feeling at its strongest right now.
The movie starts, and the plot is predictably cheesy. The first serious action is a shower scene and we laugh that our session this morning was far hotter. The next one involves the main female character alone, pleasuring herself with toys. I am slightly smug at this point, knowing it’s probably affecting him more than it is me, but then he whispers in my ear:
“I want to watch you do that one day. And I’ll take photos whilst you do it.”
The sound of his voice and the warmth of his breath on my skin send my arousal levels soaring.
“That’s not fair,” I tell him. “I think you need to move further away if you’re going to cheat!”
He laughs at my mock-indignation before replying.
“Hey, nothing wrong with that. In fact, there’s nothing in the rules about no contact, I checked. If you struggled with that, I dread to think how you’ll cope with this…”
Before I can say anything, he has slid on top of me, propped up on his arms. His legs are either side of mine, and I can feel his cock pressing against my ass. And he’s already hard. Enticingly so.
Fuck, he knows how to tease!
“Well, if you can touch me, I should be able to touch you,” I counter, trying to wriggle free from underneath him.
He pins my arms to my sides and presses his body closer to mine, trapping me against the bed.
“Maybe another time,” he whispers. “Now lie still and watch the movie. Unless you want me to tie you up, that is?”
This question gives me a serious dilemma as, whilst I would dearly love for him to tie me up, I know he will only tease me even further, and it could be hours until I get my release. There’s no way I can last that long today, so I mentally leave a note for myself not to underestimate his ability to take control in future and lie still.
We watch in silence as a threesome begins, featuring the main couple and another woman. This is a scenario we have discussed numerous times before and the movie certainly has both of our attention now. My heart rate begins to increase as the action gets steamier, with the women undressing each other as the guy watches.
I feel his mouth on the back of my neck.
“What if…” he murmurs. “We could find someone to join us one of the nights we are here?”
I feel his words in my pussy; my muscles clench with anticipation as my imagination goes into overload.
He knows the effect this will have on me. ‘What If?’ is a fantasy game I have always liked to play and one that I told him about ages ago. I’ve always been crazy about seduction and build-up and this is the perfect way to get the mind racing. It’s also a delicious way to tease the other person, especially in a situation where they cannot do anything about it at that moment.
Rather like now.
I am trying so hard to resist the temptation, to ignore his cock nestled between my ass cheeks and to stop looking at the three-way oral marathon going on in front of us. He can sense that I am close to giving in; he begins slowly nipping the sensitive skin on the back of my shoulders with his teeth. It’s too much for me. I can’t hold on any longer.
“I give in,” I pant. “Just fuck me. Now. Please.”
He takes a moment to kiss my neck.
“Are you sure? The longer you wait, the better it will be.”
“No,” I shake my head. “I need you now!”
He reaches underneath me and feels the dampness between my thighs.
“Well, if you insist…”
He pulls me up so that I am on all fours and then kneels between my thighs. I groan as he enters me at the exact same moment that the guy on screen does the same to one of his companions; the only difference is that I am not eating out a woman lying in front of me.
It’s so hot, being fucked as we watch others fucking on screen. I manage to balance on one arm so that I can use my other hand to play with myself. He has one hand on my hip, the other grabbing a handful of my hair as he thrusts hard, almost perfectly timed with the action on the screen.
It doesn’t take long for either of us to cum.
Afterwards, we cuddle up together to watch the rest of the movie. I’m so warm and sated that I end up falling asleep, my head on his chest and his arms around me. When I wake a little later, he’s also napping, so I stay as still as possible, listening to his heartbeat and the sound of his breathing.
Once we’re both awake, we start chatting about our plans for this evening. We decide to stay snuggled up for a while longer as it’s still early. We chat about anything and everything.
A few hours later we get up, shower separately, get dressed and head off to a tapas bar we spotted earlier that looked worth a visit.
The bar is heaving, but we eventually manage to get a table and order whole array of different dishes. I tell him that I have always loved this style of eating and having the ability to try lots of new things in one go. He laughs and teases me that trying lots of new things seems to be a constant theme in my life these days, to which I can only agree with him.
There are people sitting either side of us, so we sit close together, trying to create a space between us and the strangers. I’m wearing a knee-length skirt tonight, and he can’t resist trying to touch my legs under the table. I playfully slap his hand away each time, reminding him how badly he teased me this afternoon. I inwardly vow that it will be my turn to do the same to him tonight, so I take a sip of wine, lean towards him, lower my voice and ask:
“What if…. I told you I wasn’t wearing any panties tonight?”
I see his eyes light up and yet again, he tries to get his hand between my thighs.
“Not yet,” I tell him. “Remember… it’s better when you wait, right?”
We are interrupted by a waiter bringing the first of our dishes. The selection of tasty finger foods provides a perfect opportunity to flirt and seduce each other. We take turns feeding each other treats from the ceramic bowls in front of us, licking and sucking the other’s fingers as we do. It’s sexy as hell and, were it not for all the other people around, I think we would end up fucking right here at the table, we’re that turned on by the end.
By the time we leave, it’s raining again, but we see a taxi rank nearby and decide that’s our best option as it’s a fair walk back to the hotel from here. We climb into the back of the cab together and I marvel how it’s only been a day since the last time we did that. So much has happened since then.
I’m resting my head on his shoulder when I feel his hand on my knee, gently pulling up the hem of my skirt. I try to stop him, but he’s pre-empted that response. One of my arms is around him, so is now effectively trapped. The other arm, he manages to restrain with the hand that isn’t on my leg. He’s rested his jacket across my lap, blocking the driver from seeing anything.
“What are you doing?” I hiss under my breath.
“Finding out if what you said earlier was true or not,” he whispers back, clearly amused by this.
I hold my breath as I feel my skirt being pulled up, exposing my bare legs beneath. Then I feel fingers probing my pubic area. I try to clamp my thighs together, denying him further access, but he somehow manages to prise them apart, revealing the hot mess between them.
“Mmmmmm,” is all he says as he starts to rub me with his fingertips.
I try to stifle the moaning I can feel rising up within me. I close my eyes and bite my lip, desperate not to make any noise and alert the driver to what’s going on.
“Fuck!” I whisper through clenched teeth as he manages to get a finger inside me.
I’m not sure how much longer I can hold back, but thankfully we arrive at the hotel before I cum. I manage to slide my skirt back down whilst the jacket is still covering me. He stretches out his hand, offering to steady me as I get out of the car, and I can feel my dampness on his fingers.
By the time we have got to the hotel lobby, I have regained composure. As we wait for the lift, he’s whispering in my ear about how he’s going to fuck me as soon as we are back in the room, but I have another idea. Once we reach the top floor and the doors open, I step out and start walking to the left, even though our room is located to the right.
“Where are you going?” he asks.
“Come with me and you’ll see,” I laugh.
I don’t need to turn around to see if he’s following me, I know that his curiosity will get the better of him.
There’s a door at the end of the corridor and, behind that, a set of steps. I make my way up them and head through the door at the top, holding it open for him.
We walk onto the rooftop terrace, where the outdoor pool is. It’s still pouring with rain, but that doesn’t stop the view from being stunning; it’s the 360 version of what we can see from our room. The bright lights of the city can be seen as far as the eye goes in every direction. We can hear the sounds of the traffic below, yet it’s still oddly quiet up here as there’s no-one else around.
“Is there a reason we’re up here?” he asks as the weather soaks us for the second time today.
“Yes, there is,” I tell him, taking his hand and pulling him over to a sun lounger that’s been left near the pool. “You know how we’ve often talked about fucking outdoors in the rain…”
I break off to kiss him, passionately, hoping he will understand how turned on I am right now and how badly I want to bring this fantasy to life, right here, right now.
His reply comes in the form of a delectable kiss.
Time is of the essence. Not only is the rain getting heavier, but I am sure the security guards will check this area on their nightly patrols. I hastily undo his belt, unzip him and pull his cock free. I’m delighted to find that he’s already hard. I push him down so that he’s sitting on the edge of the lounger, pull my skirt up and sink down onto him, my legs either side of his.
We both moan as I slide down his length. I rest my hands on his shoulders and begin to ride him as the rain continues to drench us, the cold water a stark contrast to our hot skin. His hands grip my ass as I bounce on his lap. The pace is frantic, urgent, as if we’re fucking like our lives depend on it. All of the sexual tension that has built up in the restaurant and then in the taxi is working its way out of our bodies as I continue to rise up and slide back down his cock.
Yet again, his thumb finds my clit and begins to rub it in firm, circular movements. I lean down to kiss his mouth, hungrily, as the first waves of orgasm begin to overtake my body, but I don’t stop. I continue to ride him until I finally push him over the edge, and he erupts inside of me, his head resting on my cleavage, my arms tightly wrapped around him.
That’s when we hear the door slam.
Our heads turn to the direction the noise came from, but there’s no-one there. I hastily dismount and pull my skirt back down, but whoever was there has disappeared.
Keen to get out of the cold and the rain, we head back down to our room and run a hot bath. We’re both too tired for anything more than kissing and occasional gentle touching, but it warms us up and soothes our aching muscles. The dimly lit room smells of jasmine and lavender from the oils I added to the water, and there is soft music playing in the background. The moment could not be more perfect than this.
“What a day,” he murmurs when we’re in bed and he’s snuggled up to my back, spooning me.
“A rather wonderful day, if you ask me,” I reply, smiling in the darkness.
“Agreed,” he says, yawning. “I wonder what tomorrow will bring?”
I have to bite my lip not to giggle, for I already have a pretty good idea what tomorrow will be involved.
“Goodnight, you. Sweet dreams,” I whisper.
He doesn’t reply. The sound of his breathing tells me he has already fallen asleep and in no time at all, I join him.
Eisley
- 22.07.2022
- 6
- 0
- Category:
- Straight Sex
Three Nights That Changed Everything Part Three
- 2 years ago
- 8
- 0
Office Virgin 8211 Lite Aa Blood Vanthathu Pola Irrunthathu
- 1 year ago
- 29
- 0
