I hang back from the reception desk as you check in. Glancing in the mirrored lift doors, I smirk a little. Fuck I look a mess, and I’ve got cum in my hair, that will never come out! You pick up the key card and walk over. I push for the lift impatiently, keen to get into the shower because your spunk has dried all over my torso. It’s an interesting sensation, but not a sexy one to be honest. You grip my hand as we head into the lift both grinning as wide as each other. I realise I’m tapping my foot to the terrible lift music when you look down at my shoes half-amused. I stop and we both giggle, it’s a nervous excited kind of laughter and we try and keep eye contact but can’t without smirking. God, I wish this lift would hurry up. What’s taking so long? I’m confused for a second when I notice you looking up at the celling. What are you looking up for? Oh I see. No, I don’t think there are any cameras. That must have been what you were checking for because you push me back against the wall and kiss me hard, your hand sneaking inside my shirt and bra and tweaking a nipple between your fingers. My legs buckle and I grip around your shoulders, my fingers toying with your hair as we kiss again, my lips searing to yours, our tongues desperate to search out every inch of each other’s mouths. Your cock is rock hard and pressing into my stomach. I can’t even describe how badly I want it inside me right now, filling my pussy, my mouth, my arse, anywhere you want to put it, everywhere you want to put it. The lift jolts to a stop and my heart thumps in my chest. We’re still kissing as we stumble out. You hesitate just outside, are you trying to work out which way our room is? I pull away a little, “What room number?” You look blank; I think you’re having trouble concentrating. I question with my eyes and you mumble “604.” I glance at the sign on the back wall and pull your hand in the right direction. Every part of my skin alive with tiny pin pricks of excitement as we reach the room. You slide the key in the door and my pussy clenches when I visualise your cock doing that very, very soon. Fuck, hurry up will you. I pull away from your lips and we tumble through the door as it opens. It takes me two seconds to locate the bathroom, and I’m out of my skirt and shirt before I reach the door. “What…” “Shower,” I shout back at you. Wow the bathroom’s awesome, huge double ended tub, massive rain shower…. Mmmmm. I pull open the glass door and turn on the water, moving the dial to hot. I like it scorching. “Keep your stockings and knickers on,” you shout from the room. What in the shower? Okay then. I sling my bra on the floor and test the water with my toes, it’s so delicious. Stepping underneath, the cascade heats me to the core. I sigh deep and hard as it runs down my body, sliding off the ends of my nipples which are erect with pleasure, running down my belly, between my thighs, over my bum, my calves, the stockings soaked and clinging to my skin in a wet veil. I lean back against the cold wall and close my eyes, my hands joining the water on my body, my fingers tweaking my nipples, pushing down my tits and stomach, washing away our earlier sin, before settling against my mound and I can’t resist brushing my pussy. I’m hot and so very wet, but it’s not the shower that’s causing it, it’s the thought of your hands gliding over my skin, your mouth and tongue joining it, delivering me pleasure like I’ve never known. A knock on the door startles me and I open my eyes to find you with your cock in your hand, grinning at me. When did you open the shower door? You’re like a ninja. “Hold that thought,” you say as you stuff your cock back in your trousers and head out the bathroom. Who on earth is at the door? I lean out and hear talking and then the sounds of clinking glasses and what is that… wheels. For the love of God you ordered room service when you checked in? You perfect, perfect man. You’re just in your boxers when you come back in the bathroom, a bottle of champagne in your hand. You hand it to me as you undress and I see your body in all its glory for the first time. God, you’re so sexy. “I didn’t think we needed glasses,” you whisper as you close the shower door behind you. I think I nod but I’m not sure because you kiss me, the cold champagne bottle pressed between us numbing my nipple and causing me to shiver. You pull back bringing the bottle to my lips and pour. It tastes divine, the cool liquid splashing down my throat, the hot liquid splashing down my body and your lips on mine time and time again, as you pour the champagne into both our mouths in turn. Half the bottle is gone when you slide down me to drop it onto the floor and as you slide back up, I catch your cock between my tits and squeeze around it. My boobs are so big I completely surround you. I pull down your foreskin so the water splashes heavy against the head. I wonder what that feels like, the hot needles against your tip and my tits surrounding your shaft? You moan long and low so I guess it feels really good. The water runs down my face, chin and neck as I watch myself wanking your cock with my tits, the water hitting the tip, bouncing back into my face as I lean in to get a better look and then to take a taste. God you taste good and your cock feels so right in my mouth, like I was born to suck it all day every day. I feel you pulling on my hair and release your head from my lips and look up at you. My pussy feels like it’s doing the samba right now, clenching and releasing, pulsing and twitching, with a desperate need that only you can remove. “I want your cock so bad.” I almost have to shout as the water is incredibly loud. “Then come sit on it,” you shout back, spitting out a mouthful of water, moving against the tiles and sliding down to the floor. That must be cold but you don’t show it on your face, all I see are fuck hungry half closed eyes, the best set of lips I’ve ever seen, and the most fuckable cock in the world. I almost slam myself against you in haste. I need to have you inside me right now. You bring up your knees and arch to meet me as I guide your cock into my waiting hole, gasping as you slide in slowly, your hands on my shoulders pushing me down inch by inch. You must want to fuck me as badly as I want you to fuck you, but I can tell by your face that you want to savour every second . I feel my pelvis hit yours, your balls squashing against my arse, the water on my back, the cold tiles against my calves and although I want to fuck you slowly I can’t, I need to cum and I need you to make me – right now. I ride you like it’s a rodeo bull, kissing you, grabbing handfuls of your hair and gripping around your back as you lean in and push your body against mine. The stockings make it impossible to grip properly but you’re pounding me just as hard as I’m riding you. I arch back my elbows on your raised knees and it increases the sensation on my clit, I grind into your body, faster, harder, every part of me tense, the muscles in my thighs burning but there’s no way I’m stopping. I can’t even if I wanted to, I need to cum so badly. “Harder,” I growl at you and you push up harder, grabbing around my waist with one arm and yanking me onto your cock with each thrust. “Cum on my cock bitch,” you growl into my ear as your other hand grips my neck and that’s all it takes to send me over. I feel like I’m falling and jumping at the same time and somewhere in the middle it collides like a grenade going off. You kiss me hard, the water from the shower hitting our foreheads. My pussy grips your cock, pulsing as waves of pleasure almost drown me in sensation, and I have to pull away to catch my breath because it’s too much to handle all at once. “How was that?” you ask with a smirk. “Fucking perfect!”