I was checking the rooms, it was a few days after I was in the pizza oven with Heather.

Heather was 29, but could easily be taken for 19. She had small breasts, a thin but curving figure. There was a touch of colour to her complexion,  perhaps Mexican. Her hair was black.

I closed the door after me.

“Are you going to help me remake the bed?” Heather asked, dropping the silly ‘Miss’ rule.

“Later.”

I touched her shoulder. It was smooth, soft but firm, as it was in the oven. Heather looked into my eyes and I felt her fingers lightly on my side.

My hand moved up to her face. A faint smile broke over her face.

I think we both moved towards each other. Her body brushed my breasts, when we touched I knew my nipples were swollen. 

Heather's hands moved around my back. I felt my body tingle as she touched my shoulder blades.

Our hands began to move, so very lightly over each other. We were still gazing into each other's eyes, then we kissed.  It was a light kiss. Men too often go for the boobs or pussy, but Heather and I explored our bodies. My body tangled, growing more sensitive to her fingertips. Her kisses moved over my face and gently sucked at my earlobe and neck. Even the loose strands of her hair falling on me were tantalising me. Each move of her head drew her hair in a new direction.

Eventually our bodies crushed against each other. Neither of us had moved towards our breasts or pussy, but my pussy was engorged, hot and we moved with unspoken agreement to the bed.

We seemed to float towards the bed. We opened our bodies and I suddenly felt my breasts cooler and that was a thrill in itself. 

Heather's hand crossed my breast and her finger circled my nipple, a small shudder went through my body. She kissed me, a little more passionately. Her hand moved away and touched my mound. Another wave rushed through my body and I reached for her breast.

“Relax, just enjoy. This is for you.”

Her fingers roamed deeper towards my clit. I made an uncontrolled deep breath. All the time we were kissing or I could feel her breath on me.

I came twice, before my brain started to turn to mush, but that was when she moved to use her tongue. Her body weighed me down as I  bucked under her. My hips tried to rise every time I came.

After that all I really knew was it was wonderful and any attempts to give her pleasure was met with gentle redirection, but in the end I was simply in heaven.

“Thank you for letting me please you Miss.” Heather thanked me.

“Thank you Heather, let me recover and I will return the favour.”

“Another day Miss. I will make the bed later.” She said leaving to make up the next room.

It was not the last time we played, how could it be after what she did to me.