Storytime #10

Continued from #9

As soon as the door closes on the lift inside the guesthouse your fingers are inside me, not gently or teasingly. You push them in with a delicious force that I crave and as always your reaction to feeling my wetness turns me on even more. The lift only stays closed for about half a minute, but that’s enough time for your fingers to be soaking wet and in my mouth by the time the doors open.

I was hoping we might catch a glimpse of our admirers but the guesthouse was deserted. It felt like we were the only ones there, only I knew weren’t. The walk back to the room seemed to take forever and once the doors were close you wasted no time in ripping my swimwear off and bending me over the bathroom basin, pulling my head up by my ponytail to face the mirror, making sure I watched you fuck me like it might be the last time.

Before long you’d covered my ass in your cum for the first time that day, and as we lay in the bath together I wondered what else you had in store for us for the evening. Dinner time came around and I locked you out of the bathroom as I got dressed in a tight black dress and heels, leaving nothing to the imagination with no bra and a gstring so flimsy you could see my pussy lips through my dress.

I could have happily stayed in for room service and fucked you all night, but there is something so hot about going out somewhere nice freshly fucked, knowing you’ll be fucked again later. I looked around the dining room at the other couples wondering if they had dirty plans for the evening.

The butt plug was still inside me and I was aching to get you alone again. Every time you said something dirty or looked at my with those lusty eyes my nipples would harden, clearly visible through my dress, just the way I like it. You notice of course, and you lean over and say to me “you’re such a little slut aren’t you? You’re probably thinking about those titties in your mouth”. My nipples betrayed me once again and I didn’t need to answer the question. But I did anyways. With a whisper I said “I want them in my mouth while her husband fucks me, and I watch her suck your perfect cock”.

“Check please” you said, so quickly I giggled and wondered if the waiter had also noticed my nipples straining against the silk.

I took one final look around the restaurant, hoping to see that flowing dress and that cheeky smile tucked away in a corner… but it was not to be. Just some grey nomads and young families enjoying a wholesome meal.

Back in the lift I was a little disappointed but nonetheless very excited to get back to business with you, knowing each time I see you I’m in for a totally different experience, each time getting kinkier, dirtier and definitely hotter.

Your hands are up my dress as the lift bell dings and the doors slowly open. And there they are…

“Well hello there…” she says.