Three Nights That Changed Everything Part Four
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Saturday Morning
As with the previous night, I sleep well and wake feeling refreshed and restored.
He’s still out cold and, even though it is so tempting to make contact with his body, I decide not to disturb him. I carefully slide out of bed, grab some clothes, and quietly dress in the bathroom. Making sure that I have the key card, I slip out of the room, being careful to make sure the door doesn’t slam behind me.
There’s a coffee shop just outside the hotel, so I head there and order a latte. As it cools, I check my phone messages, making sure that everything I have planned for the day is still going ahead. I have butterflies in my stomach just thinking about it. I don’t even know how I am going to react to the situation, let alone how he will.
I see a message notification appear on my screen.
Where are you? The bed is getting cold (sad face)
I smile as I reply:
Gone to find breakfast. Thought you might be hungry after last night… (horny devil face)
There’s a pause.
I think you know what I want to eat this morning… (winking face)
I bite my lip. I know exactly what he wants.
Be there soon. Feel free to start without me! (kiss face)
I finish my drink and then order more coffee, juice, fruit salad, and pastries to take out. I hurry back to the room, managing not to drop or spill anything. Balancing the drink holder in one hand, with the bag under my arm, I use my free hand to fish the key card out of my pocket and open the door.
The sight I am greeted with makes me want to throw the food on the floor and throw myself at the bed.
He’s lying there, on his side, facing towards me. He’s smiling in his normal, oh-so-sexy way, his eyes full of lust and mischief. The sheets are pulled back to reveal his naked body. My eyes move straight to his cock, which he’s stroking, slowly. Invitingly. Temptingly.
“Having fun?” I ask, raising my eyebrows.
“Always,” he replies, not missing a beat. “But you’re welcome to join in.”
I place the breakfast items on the bedside table nearest to me and sit down on the edge of the bed.
“I’d rather watch you for now,” I tell him, my eyes transfixed on his hand and what it’s wrapped around.
He continues for a moment and then, without warning, leans forward to grab me, rolling me back onto the bed with him and leaning over me.
“You need to be naked,” is all he says as he sets about removing my clothes at lightning speed, scattering items around the room as he pulls each piece away.
We kiss like it’s the first time all over again, hands everywhere. I’m contemplating suggesting some more bathroom action when he notices the food bag on the table. Looking in it, he spies the fruit salad and gives me a deliciously dirty look.
Without talking, he opens the container and begins placing different pieces of fruit on my body. The cold, wet textures are a sharp contrast to my now-warm skin, which prickles with excitement.
By the time he has finished his arrangement, my heart is racing.
“You look good enough to eat,” he informs me as he leans down to kiss my lips.
I lie there as he begins to devour the fruit, savouring the feeling of his mouth feasting on me. I moan as he takes a chunk of watermelon and rubs it over my nipples, before sucking the sticky residue from me. I giggle as he eats a grape from my navel. He trails a piece of icy pineapple down the insides of my thighs, then retraces the path with his hot tongue. Next, with a wicked glint in his eyes, he takes a whole strawberry and rubs it against my pussy, coating it with my juices before placing it on my lips.
“Eat,” he tells me, using that firm voice that destroys my resistance in a second.
I do as he asks, tasting the combination of the two flavours together. Without wanting to sound conceited, it is pretty amazing.
“My turn,” he says, repeating the action with a second strawberry, but this time, it ends up in his mouth.
He continues with the fruit play for a little longer, until it’s all gone, then leans down to whisper in my ear that he is still hungry. I expect him to start sliding down my body at this point, but he rolls onto his back and pulls me on top of him.
I know exactly what he wants me to do.
I shuffle forwards until my knees are either side of his head and slowly lower my bare pussy onto his mouth. He holds my hips with his hands, keeping me just where he wants me as he begins to lap the cocktail of juices that drips from me. He drinks them as if he’s been without water for days. His tongue is everywhere, licking, probing, tickling. I rest my hands on the wall to steady myself; I feel dizzy with lust right now. My breathing is rapid, my body is on fire.
Just when I think I cannot hold back any longer, he pushes my hips away, urging me to slide down his body. When I reach his hips, he’s holding his cock, which is rock solid by now. I sit up, replace his hand with mine, and stroke him a few times. Then, my eyes fixed on his, I feed his entire length inside me. He moans as he feels my heat and moisture surrounding him, tightly gripping his hardness.
I stay sitting upright as I begin to ride. I want to treat him to some extra visual stimulation, so I play with my tits, cupping them to take the impact as I bounce in front of him. At one point, I lean away from him, hands resting near his knees, to give him a better view of my pussy sliding up and down his cock, which is now glistening. He takes this opportunity to tease me with his fingers, pushing me even closer to the inevitable orgasm.
As we approach the finish line, I pull forwards so that my chest is resting on his. My arms are either side of his head. I kiss him lustily as I grind myself against him. He knows what I need right now and wraps one arm around my back, holding me tight. The other cups one of my ass cheeks, pinning me to him as he begins to thrust from below. This hits the spot where I need him most.
We are both panting as the passion continues to build. I’m kissing his neck as I feel his fingers slip between my cheeks, exploring, teasing. That does it for me. As a fingertip is delicately introduced, I explode into one of the most powerful orgasms I have ever experienced. It feels like it goes on forever and, for a moment, everything goes still and dark.
The sound of him reaching his climax brings me back to consciousness and, gripping my ass with both hands, he pushes deep one last time as spurts of cum are fired inside me. I collapse on his chest, and he wraps his arms around me as we try to recover. Eventually, I pull away and lie by his side, our heads touching on the pillow as we hold hands beneath the covers.
“That was something else,” I tell him. “Although, I do have one complaint.”
Without looking at him, I already know he is smiling.
“A complaint? Wow. I need to hear this then.”
“It went on for far too long. Your coffee will be cold by now.”
He’s laughing as he rolls over to kiss me.
“I think I can live with that. There will always be more coffee.”
We stay like that a little longer, then sit up to have our second breakfast. Unlike most mornings, I have an appetite today. I happily demolish a cinnamon swirl, washed down by freshly-squeezed orange juice, which is still refreshingly cold.
Our hunger satisfied, we head off to shower and have fun washing each other’s bodies and then drying off afterwards.
I tell him I have plans for us this afternoon, but that it’s a surprise. He tries various ways to get the details from me, including threats to tickle and spank me, but I refuse to give in. After a playfight that could easily keep us in bed for the rest of the morning, we get dressed and make our way outside.
It’s a beautiful morning, bright and noticeably warmer than yesterday. We stroll through the streets and wander around different shops. He’s so easy to spend time with, always chatting, laughing, and full of enthusiasm for everything. There’s a part of me already wishing that this trip would never end, and I swallow back tears as I think how about hard tomorrow is going to be, before hastily pushing the idea to the back of my mind.
I tell him we need to have lunch earlier today as we need to be back at the hotel at a specific time. Neither of us is really that hungry after our breakfast earlier, so we find a street food stall with a wood-fired pizza oven, order a few different slices, then sit on a bench nearby to eat. Even though the area is packed full of people, it feels surprisingly calm and tranquil as we sit here listening to a musician playing acoustic guitar for the crowds to enjoy.
As we walk back to the hotel, I ask him if he remembered to bring swimwear, to which he says he did. I tell him that I have booked us into the on-site spa for the afternoon, to give us a break from all the walking. I can tell he likes this idea, and I smile inwardly, happy that I have chosen well.
We quickly get changed out of our outdoor clothes, grab the items we need from our room, and head down to the entrance to the leisure facilities.
A receptionist greets us and hands us locker keys, towels, and robes, then shows us where the male and female changing rooms are. We go our separate ways, although I can tell from the mischievous look on his face that he would suggest following me, were there not others milling around.
I slip into a black one-piece swimsuit – there’s no way I would be brave enough to wear a bikini here – cover up with my robe and dump my clothes in a locker.
We arrive at the poolside at the same time and find loungers to leave our towels and robes on. There are showers at the side for guests to use each time they move between the pools, jacuzzies, steam rooms, and sauna. We head over there, drench ourselves, and slowly work our way through trying all the options available.
It’s busy today with being the weekend, so any ideas we might have had about doing something naughty in the darkness of the sauna, or beneath the bubbles of the jacuzzi, are looking unlikely. We tease each other with whispered 'what ifs' and the occasional crafty touching, but that’s as far as it goes.
When it’s approaching 3pm, I tell him to dry off as I’ve booked us in for treatments. We grab our things and head off to the waiting area. I explain that I have arranged for him to have a massage and that I will be having a facial. He starts laughing, and I tell him it’s not THAT type of facial, not that he’s listening to me.
Our therapists come out to meet us and take us to a double treatment room, containing two beds. It’s a beautifully designed space, full of dark wood, dimmed lights, and exotic-scented candles. There’s classical music playing on the sound system. It feels instantly relaxing the moment we walk in.
After answering some skin-type questions, I lie back as my therapist begins to cleanse and exfoliate my face, neck, and décolletage. My swimsuit straps are pulled down to give access to my shoulders, and there’s a warm blanket draped over me. I have cotton pads covering my eyes, making my other senses feel even sharper.
As the charcoal face mask sets, I’m treated to a neck and shoulder massage to pass the time. I feel the woman’s oily fingers sliding over my skin, thumbs pressing deeper into my muscles. It suddenly occurs to me how much he would enjoy watching another woman touching me like this.
Sure enough, at one point, I am able to turn my head just enough to be able to see him. He’s lying face down, head resting on his hands, but has also angled it in such a way as to look over at me. We share a glance and I can tell that he is having similar thoughts.
My treatment finishes first, and I am told I can stay there and relax a little longer, if I would like to. I’m given a glass of chilled water, and I sit up a little so that I can drink it. I thank my therapist, and she leaves to get ready for her next client.
The girl providing his massage has her back to me, so I am able to watch without her noticing. I am surprised by how erotic I am finding this, watching her running her hands all over him. Were this my actual partner, I think I would feel jealous, which I am aware is hypocritical, given where I am right now. But, watching another woman touching my lover is an entirely different experience, one that is causing dampness in my swimsuit. I think about the movie we watched yesterday, and I know that there is something else I must now add to my sexual bucket list.
Once she has finished, she fetches him some water and leaves us for a few minutes. I hop off the table and put my robe back on, before going over to kiss him. I tell him I need to ask the therapist something and we agree to meet at the reception in a few minutes. He arrives to see the girl handing me a piece of paper, which I quickly place in my pocket, then smiling at me as she walks away.
Before he can ask anything, I tell him that I am ready to head back upstairs, but that he can continue using the pool facilities, if he wants to. He decides to come with me, which I am delighted about. Being touched by another woman - and watching him being touched by another woman - has got me in the mood for some sexy fun.
We head to the respective locker rooms to shower and retrieve our clothes, meet in reception, and make our way to our room. I order some wine and snacks from room service, and we chat about our spa experience as we wait for this to arrive.
We pour the wine and cuddle up on the bed, kissing and touching each other. An idea comes into my mind that I have thought about previously, but dismissed through lack of courage.
I take another sip of wine and think… fuck it, you only live once…
“So… I’ve got this idea…” I begin, my heart pounding as I speak.
He listens intently as I remind him of a conversation we once had about how I have wanted to have some erotic, boudoir-style photos taken for a long time, but how I have never had enough confidence to get naked in front of a photographer. He smiles as he says he remembers the chat and the images I sent him to show the sorts of poses I had in mind.
When I finally ask if he would take the pictures for me, I feel like Rose from Titanic asking Jack to draw her, it’s that intimate. He tells me he would be delighted to do this, gets the camera and a spare memory card, and tops up our glasses.
I go into the bathroom to get ready, teasing my hair into soft waves, and putting on some red lipstick. I decide to start off in a midnight-blue baby-doll nightdress, to begin with, knowing he hasn’t seen it yet. It has fitted cups that push my breasts upwards, a bow that ties at the front, and a matching lacy G-string. I slide my feet into a pair of heeled sandals, take a deep breath, and make my way towards him.
He’s sitting on the bed, playing with the camera settings as I appear. When he turns to look at me, it’s a moment of pure magic; his face is filled with such genuine desire that the last of my self-conscious inhibitions vanish.
One step at a time, we move from pose to pose.
He snaps me lying on my front, resting on my elbows, cleavage on display. Then on my back, head leaning off the edge of the bed. I stand, kneel, sit, and bend in every position that he proposes. There are moments when he touches me, to flick my hair, smooth the satin fabric of my nightdress to reveal a little more skin, all of which feel like a series of electric shocks.
Then he suggests losing the outfit.
I pull open the bow, exposing my breasts, and watch as it falls to the floor. Then, very slowly, I remove the G-string, twirling it around my finger before discarding it. All I leave on is the shoes. He’s taking pictures throughout, wanting to capture my playful, teasing side.
I return to the bed and roll around into various poses, enjoying his creative attentions. I lie still as he takes close-up shots of different parts of my body. When it comes to my nipples, he leans in to suck them first, ensuring that they are beautifully hard for the pictures.
He asks how I would feel about images of me touching myself. I know that this would be another level of intimacy, but I trust him, and I want us to share this moment together. His direction is so fucking sexy, telling me exactly what to do to my body in incredible detail; it reminds me of the times he has done this during phone sex and video chats.
Next, he suggests getting some action shots of both of us. I’m so turned on by now that I would agree to anything if I thought it would lead to an orgasm.
He knows I’ve always fantasised about having a picture of my mouth wrapped around his cock, looking up at him, so takes these shots first. I smile as I see the tell-tale lipstick stains left behind.
He sets up a timer to take pictures at 20-second intervals, places the camera on the desk, and proceeds to fuck me in a wide range of positions, always ensuring that we’re perfectly placed to create the best image. When we are close to orgasm, he pulls out of me, grabs the camera, and finishes me off with one hand as he takes pictures of my face at the crucial moment.
Finally, he tells me to push my tits together, which I do. He leans over me, stroking his cock as I gaze up at him. Within a minute, he cums, spraying my chest with ropes of hot cum, which slide down my skin like wet icing on a cake. After a few clicks of the camera, the shoot is complete, and he flops down on the bed next to me.
We rest for a little while, and then he starts scrolling through the images, showing me the best ones. I’m amazed at just how erotic this private collection is. We discuss how he will edit them and how my preference is for black and white images. Then we figure out a secure way for him to send me the final versions.
“Thank you,” I whisper, before kissing him.
I don’t think he will ever realise how much this session - and the trip as a whole - has meant to me. He’s made me feel more confident and desirable in the last few days than I have for many years; I don’t know how I will ever be able to thank him for this.
We head to the shower to clean up, and he asks me what I want to do tonight, our last night together. I suggest dinner somewhere close to the hotel and maybe a few drinks afterwards, which he is happy to go along with. We dress in companionable silence, both lost in our own thoughts.
The restaurant that we choose seems to offer just about every type of dish imaginable, but I opt for a simple bowl of pasta. When our food arrives, I take a few bites, but my appetite has deserted me. I can tell from the glances across the table that he knows something isn’t quite right with me tonight. A few times, he leans over to stroke my hand and gives me a reassuring smile. I attempt to smile back.
It’s killing me to keep the surprise.
My excitement is bubbling over. I can hardly breathe, let along eat anything right now.
Declining the dessert menu, we pay the bill and leave. Wondering if I’m not feeling well, he suggests heading back to the hotel, but I tell him I have another idea. All of a sudden, the taxi that I arranged when he thought I had gone to the bathroom appears, and I grab his hand and lead him towards it.
“Where are we going?” he eventually asks after a few moments.
“I can’t tell you,” I tease. “But I think you’re going to love it.”
He says no more, but I can tell that his mind is racing, trying to figure out what I have planned.
After about fifteen minutes, we pull up outside at what appears to be a large house. I pay the driver and we get out of the car and stand on the pavement as the cab disappears.
“Now are you going to tell me?”
I take a deep breath.
He’s either going to love the idea, or hate it.
It’s a risk, but I know that this could be our only chance.
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