We had been talking for about an hour and because of the noise of the bar were sitting pretty close. He would move closer here and there as shared a laugh or made discrete comments about others on the bar.

There was no mistaking the vibe I was getting, which made it a bit of a surprise when he said he should probably get off to for the night, he had an early start. He looked at me and I was not sure what to say so just looked back at him.

“It’s early,” was all I could manage which instantly felt lame and I laughed. He laughed back, in the dim light he looked away from me and I think I saw a blush.
“I hope I have not given you the wrong idea?”

He had, but I told him there was no problem it was cool. I had got myself a bit worked up and figured I would go and have a lonely wank in my room, but we sat in silence for a little while which made me think that there was more going on. He finished his drink after a while and then again he should go, his wife gets annoyed if he goes back too late and wakes her. I raised my eyebrows, genuinely surprised by this revelation. He told me just gets carried away some times.

I chuckled, I could relate, “We all get carried away sometimes.” I looked him in the eye, I wanted him and I had not realised till now, but knowing his wife was upstairs made it even more so. “I was getting horny thinking about you taking me back to your room.”

He looked at me intently again and after a second he asked what I had in mind. I replied honestly, “I was really hoping I would get to suck your cock.” I said it for shock factor for the most part, but kept it quiet to be discrete. He did well and stayed calm, not the spitting drink out moment I cheekily hoped for. I leaned in, “Will you get that when you go back to your room now?”

He did not answer and I was ready to cal his bluff. “You don’t want to make her mad,” I smirked. Again he looked at me so now I just came out with it.
“Maybe, I am going to bed now,” I said, “I also have an early start.” He looked at me, “Want to walk me to my room?” It felt cringey to say it.

He gulped and then asked me why. I leant in to him again, rested my hand on his leg, “I really want to suck your cock.” I finished my drink, “Let’s go.”

He did not move, but before the doors shut on the lift, he appeared and came in. In better light he was clearly flustered and looked left and right before he got in. Just the two of us, I moved close and did what I had been dying to doo for the last hour, reached and grabbed his bulge, it felt good. To my delight, his hands started to wonder over me a bit too and he pinched and played with my nippled through my tee, and slid his hand up under it too, but then the lift pinged - my floor.

He followed me down the corridor and my door bleeped open and I sat not the bed, leaning forward, undid his belt and pushed his trousers down and went straight in, his fat tip, very hard in my mouth, my face getting pushed by his slightly over hanging tummy. His cock pretty thick as I had felt, and the right length that just filled my mouth perfectly. I slowed the pace and in response he held my hair and moved my head back and forth. We carried on like this for a while, but the position was not great and I had to struggle slightly of him to release me and I came up for air. He took a breather as well and I rolled on to my back, pushing my jeans off, I was horny too and lay back wanking my cock.

I loved how he watched and so I found myself moving and writhing a little for him, he smiled. I was cursing myself for being so horny, but I was thinking about his wife, asleep in the next room for all I knew, or trying to get to sleep, wondering how long he would be. I lifted my leg to put my foto on the bed, knowing that I parted them as much as I could, I was pleased to see him look down, so I reached round my leg, played with my balls and pulled on my bum cheek.

Reaching back to my jeans I reached into the pocket and handed him a condom and a sachet of lube. He did not hesitate, he opened it and rolled it onto his cock, then squeezed lube on his fingers, stroked it around his cock. I grabbed his hand, taking some excess and rubbing then fingering myself.
I gasped and yelped slightly as he pushed in, then quickly relaxed into his pace. He held my legs and rolled them back a little to save him needing to bend his legs, I was surprised at his strength, he lifted me and pulled me more to the edge the bed with ease and then he was properly fucking me, grunting as he shunted his hips back and forth.

When I imagined he was close, he tensed up and his pace was difficult of him to maintain, I shifted, letting him slip from and I slithered to the floor in front of him. On me knees, I whipped off the condom and put my mouth on him. He barely broke stride and put the same effort into my mouth as he had my rear. Nudging the back of my throat, he swelled up and let his tension take over this time and he pumped his hot come into my mouth.

I was a hot mess when he stood back and I clamber back up to the bed. I wanked off as I looked at him, pulling hard on my cock to stiffen it back up. He was straightened back up now, clothes in place as he watched me, I pulled my tee to expose my nipples and he watched on. It was very sexy and then as I got new, he move to me, a hand going to my chest, he pinched more on my nipples and squealed quietly. His other hand went to my thigh, then up and he was rubbing under my balls and then his finger, well I really squealed, he rubbed it over my hole then pushed it in. My back arched lifting my bum up off the bed and I wanked hard, shooting come high in the air and it splatted on my chest (he moved his arm quickly to avoid getting hit) and a bit on my face too.

I lay there panting and he went to the bathroom. I heard him washing up and then he left, not looking back at me once.