I have to travel round the country on business quite a lot and frequently use hotels of all shapes and sizes; from small guesthouses to plush five star hotels. Nothing prepared me for what happened at a small hotel that I stayed at near Biggin Hill in Kent. I’d had a very long day meeting clients trying to get some more business for my company and having some success. All that I wanted at the end of the day was a decent meal a glass or two of wine and a nice warm bath. I had my meal in the hotel’s dining room. I had a couple of glasses of wine to loosen up and wind down from the day and to make my meal complete. I glanced around the restaurant as I ate my meal and noticed a lot of RAF memorabilia in the form of pictures and small flags, pennants and so on. It didn’t strike me as at all odd as we were so near an old World War II RAF station. In the middle of all of them was a picture of a line up of 10 RAF servicemen. Next to it were two medals and their ribbons displayed in a frame. There was something about that picture; those men and those medals that seemed to captivate me and draw me in. I headed for my room, I always try and have a large double room, and some sleep. It was time for that bath and an early night. I had a lot to do the next day. I ran the bath and soaked, luxuriating in the warmth of the water and sipping at the last glass of wine I’d bought up from the restaurant. I felt quite mellow and relaxed as I dried off and climbed into bed. I also felt very randy; I don’t know if it was the effects of the wine or being alone and away from home. I glanced at the clock on the bedside cabinet; it was only a few minutes to ten o’clock. The hotel then began to quieten down as the diners slowly left and the guests went to bed. I switched off the bedside lamp and the room filled with the red glow of the digital clock. I slipped under the bedcovers and lay thinking for a while. I then began to gently stroke my pussy. I had sexy thoughts as I fingered my clit. I rolled on to my back and stroked my crotch, imagining a nice cock slipping into me and fucking me. I dreamily played with myself for a few minutes; I felt my self drifting into a slumber and conceded to the tiredness, good food and the wine. I was just gently stroking myself as I started to drift off to sleep. Slowly I felt the covers gently sliding away from me. It was odd because I didn’t feel cold or uncomfortable without the covers but strangely warm and comforted. Then I felt a weight on the mattress, like someone was climbing into the bed with me. As the weight settled I felt pair of warm hands lightly gripping my ankles and my knees were being pushed upwards. My fingers were still on my pussy gently stroking it. I then felt my legs being parted at the knees; just softly pushed apart so that my pussy was open and exposed. I felt a warm breath on my thighs and a warm mouth and tongue on my pussy and clit, the tongue licked at my fingers first, tasting my pussy on them. He, I knew it was a man by the soft roughness of his chin, began to lick my pussy and stopped momentarily at my clit sucking gently on the tender bud. I felt a warm glow go through my body as he licked and sucked on my clit. He reached up and stroked my nipples and breasts as he lapped lovingly at my pussy. My nipples were standing up like soldiers. He caressed me from my waist up to my nipples and throat and back down to tummy and hips. He moved so softly across my skin with his hands it was like being stroked with silk. I felt a ripple of an orgasm moving from my clit up into my belly. I clamped my thighs onto his head and then put my hand on the top of his head to keep him from moving from that spot. I pushed my hips up to meet his licks and sucks and to get his tongue deeper into me. I didn’t want it to stop. I shook with an orgasm and I reached down and stroked his hair and neck in appreciation and pleasure of what he had just done for me. As he lapped at me I kept feeling small ripples of pleasure moving up my body. He carried on licking and sucking my pussy for what seemed an age; but in reality was about ten minutes. He stopped and I felt his weight shift up the bed and he lay behind me, facing me with his hard cock pressing into my back and thighs. I wanted him to fuck me so badly. I reached back and wrapped my hand round his hard cock and lifted my leg so that he could fuck me from behind. He slipped his cock inside me. It felt so good. He filled my pussy with his cock. I pushed back to take him all in. I felt a wave of pure sexual pleasure ripple up from my pussy. He slid his cock in and out about ten times. I could feel his hard, warm, cock exploring my crack. As he was fucking me he put his hand on my thigh and lifted my leg into a crooked position. He then slid his cock out of me and pushed his erection into my buttocks and the small of my back. He cupped my breasts and tweaked my nipples. He stroked my tummy from the top of my bush to under my breasts and back again. I lay there with my one leg bent up, motionless, enjoying, lusciously wallowing in the sensations of being wanted and made love to. When was he going to fuck me properly? I reached back again and held his hard cock; I tried to pull him into fucking my wet slit. It was then that I felt a warm breathy sigh on my thighs, close to my open pussy. Suddenly a warm mouth and tongue began to lick at my pussy and a tongue flicked at my clit. A tongue was plunging in and out of wet pussy. I was being tongue fucked again. I had a man’s hard cock pressed into my back and another man’s tongue lapping at my open pussy. I didn’t want this dream to stop. I opened my legs wider, put my hand on the man’s head so that he stayed with me and rolled on my back so that he could lick me deeper. I put my arm down and felt the cock of the guy beside of me with my hand; almost as if to check that it was really happening to me. He was still there beside me and his prick felt nice and thick and very hard. The guy licking my pussy climbed on to the bed and steadied himself so that he could go deeper into my pussy. He held on to my hips and pushed his shoulders against my ankles to get his tongue deep into my slit. He kept sucking and licking at my pussy for about ten minutes. As I was being pleasured the first guy was stroking my neck and breasts and was paying attention to sucking my nipples and kissing my mouth and throat. He turned my head towards his face and kissed me full on the mouth; he slipped his tongue in my mouth and I could taste and smell the sweet aroma of my pussy juice on his tongue and lips. I thought I was going to explode with pure pleasure. This must be a dream. Mustn’t it? It must be. My second lover shifted his weight up the bed and lay next to me. I was sandwiched between two warm, male, bodies and I had two hard cocks pressing into my warm, enervated, body. I dropped my hands down and felt each cock. They were almost exactly the same length and lovely thickness. The first guy softly shifted my body round towards him, lifting my leg up as he did so, so that he could fuck me from behind. He slipped his cock into my wet pussy and began to fuck me. The sensations didn’t let up; I felt a cock sliding in and out of my slippery hole, every inch of his cock registered inside me, and two pairs of hands wandering over my electrified body. The other man began to kiss me and caress me, stroking my body going up and down from my nipples to my clit and back again. He lightly pinched my clit and stroked my pubes whilst the other guy was fucking me. I touched his hard cock and felt it twitch under my caress. He sighed longingly in my ear and he pushed his erection against me in an anticipation of fucking me. They both kept up this sensual barrage on my body for about ten long minutes. I began to climax again and felt the electric ripple go from my pussy up through my tummy to my erect nipples. I shuddered with pure pleasure and squeezed on his cock with my pussy. He pushed in to me so hard I felt his balls slapping against my buttocks. He began to go deeper and more urgent in his fucking. I felt his body tense and he climaxed. I felt his warm come spurt from his prick inside of me. Moments after he came he slipped his cock out of my pussy and pushed the wetness of his cock against my thigh. The second guy instantly lifted my leg over his and slipped his fat, hard, cock into me. I gasped as he slid into me; there could only have been ten seconds between each cock being inside of me. I half turned to kiss him and he met my mouth and kissed me deeply, pushing his tongue into me. It all felt so fucking good. He pushed his cock all the way up me until I felt his balls against my thigh. He held himself there, fully inside of me, for a few seconds. Then he fucked me gently and slowly. I had two pairs of hands stroking me, tenderly nipping me, tickling me, pulling me; making love to me. It felt like it should never end. Every inch of my skin was tingling with sensations. I came again. His cock went very hard and he came and I felt his semen spurt into me. He sighed into my ear and his breathing became heavy and measured. My pussy was flooded with both their come; I had two men’s spunk inside of me. I was so very wet between my legs and totally glowing with orgasms. I put my hand round both of their cocks to say ‘Thank you’ They weren’t finished with me yet though. As the second guy’s cock pressed into my thigh I felt myself being pulled on top of the other man. His cock was hard again and he wanted to fuck me from the front. We were face to face. He was under me and he slid his cock up inside me and stopped. I felt the full length and girth of him in my pussy. I drew breath over my teeth in the pure pleasure of having that cock in me again. I sat upright on his body. I was impaled on his cock. I rode his hard prick. My clit was rubbing up against his pubic bone. It felt delicious. The other man licked my neck and nipples; then he caressed my whole body from behind. He pushed his moistened finger into my bottom so that I feel the other guys cock even more tightly in my pussy. He kissed my neck and throat. As I sat upright he pushed his hardening cock against my back and into my buttocks. They both really wanted me; needed me. I needed and wanted them to fuck me. As one cock was inside of me I could feel the other rubbing against my buttocks and back, stiffening for another fuck. They seemed to be able to keep fucking; they made each fuck last ten or so minutes. They were like a sexual double act. Each seemed to know what the other was about to do. I flopped forward in sheer pleasure and sexual exhaustion onto the chest of the guy fucking me. I felt his nipples dig in my boobs. I kissed each of his nipples and felt him tremble as I did so. I hoped this fuck would never end. I felt him quicken his strokes. He pushed up inside me and came again. I felt his legs tremble slightly with the intensity of his orgasm. I rode his cock for a few strokes until I felt an arm curl itself round my waist from behind and lift me off of his cock. I bent forward to present my pussy to the second guy. I felt his thickening cock slide in me and I was being fucked again; This time from behind. The first man kissed me and put his arms round me. He held me close to his chest and stroked my back. My breasts were flattened against his chest; my nipples were rubbing up and down on him with each thrust of cock inside of me. My pussy was being well fucked by the other guy. He was pushing in so deep and rhythmically I could feel each and every inch of his cock. His hard balls pushed against my pussy lips. The guy under me met my lips and began to kiss me gently and lovingly. He slipped his tongue in my mouth and kissed me deeply. My pussy was so wet. And so filled. The guy fucking me reached in between our two bodies and rubbed my clit with the pads of his fingers. My head was swimming with delight and so many delightful sensations that I thought I would burst. This mustn’t stop. Please don’t let it stop. He put his arm round my waist again and pulled my buttocks into his body. His cock went in deeper than before. I felt his balls against me and he came. He gasped into the nape of my neck and kissed me across the shoulders and down my back. The guy under me kissed my mouth and stroked my tummy and breasts. He sucked my nipples and ran his tongue over them, flicking them every so often. The guy fucking me softly leant his weight against me. I felt his chest rising and falling as he breathed, he was totally sated. I felt his cock slip out of my pussy. The other guy pushed his cock up against my tummy in an attempt to squeeze out all the last delectable sensations from our bodies. I felt like the filling of a lovely, sexy, sandwich between them. Both men were breathing heavily and rhythmically. They were, almost, breathing in unison. The air was thick and heavy with the smell of sex and fucking. I was breathless, my pussy and whole body was glowing with the sensations of a good fucking. We all rolled off each other in a satisfied, tired, collapse. I was lying on my back; they were either side of me. I felt both their cocks pressing in to my thighs. Both men kissed me deeply and stroked my glowing skin. Each kissed and sucked my nipples. They then threw an arm over me. I rested my hands gently on their lovely softening, slippery, cocks and balls. I had one last feel of them. I thought was really sexy that they both had the same, or similar, sized cocks. And they both knew how to use them. One of the men’s hands drifted tenderly down my tummy to my pussy. He cupped my pussy with his hand and slipped a finger inside of me. It was all over. I’d just had forty or even fifty blissful minutes of being totally fucked by two fit, potent, men. We all seemed to doze off in a haze of sheer sexual bliss. I woke up the next morning the covers were back over me; I felt warm, satisfied and fulfilled. I was totally confused as to whether I had real sex or if it was a wet dream. I tried to work it out; it all felt so real and unimagined. I hadn’t felt them leave me, the bed or the room. But gone they both were. I put my hand down to my pussy and it felt slightly tender like it had been well and truly fucked and sucked. I was confused and discomfited by what I felt and thought I knew. I took a shower to wake up and stood under the cascade of water feeling strangely fulfilled, perplexed but very smugly satisfied. I felt a tingling shiver of excitement flutter down my spine. I touched my pussy in excitement. I went down to breakfast and sat at the table near to the photographs of the RAF men. Something I don’t know what, some fascination, something compelling, made me keep staring at the photo. I kept looking at the young men at either end of the line-up; they seemed very familiar to me. The hotelier’s wife must have seen me looking intently at the photo. She came over to me and I asked her who they were. She began to explain, “They were all Spitfire pilots at Biggin Hill. The two at either end of the line-up were twins. Their uncle owned the hotel during the war and allowed them to use it as base to get away from the RAF camp. They often stayed here at the hotel as their uncle allowed them something of a free rein; he would turn a blind eye and allow them their freedom. Sadly, though, they were both killed on the same day in the Battle of Britain. They both had been in the air for most of the battle that’s why they got these medals.” she pointed at the frame, “It was really quite strange how they were shot down and died because it was within ten or so minutes of each other and they were born within ten minutes of each other. Tragically like a lot men during the war they were only 20 when they died.” She went on “They had stayed at this hotel the night before they were killed; local rumour has it they had a girl, or girls, with them in their room that last night. They used to trick the porter here by one twin bringing a girl in and then the other twin would pretend he'd just taken her home and go up to the room.” She blushed faintly and added, “They’re supposed to still haunt the hotel. Some staff and a few guests say they’ve seen them. Others say they’ve felt their presence near them, I know I have felt them near me on some lonely nights when John’s away on business.” She looked intently into my eyes. I felt myself gently flush up; she certainly did so. We held each other’s gaze for a moment. She lightly squeezed my arm in a gesture of empathy and smiled knowingly at me. We both looked back at the picture and at the twins and we both knew precisely what was meant by feeling them near you.