I did not think much of it when it happened, a polite nod as we swam in opposite directions a couple of times, then again as caught my breath for a minute as he swam on and then once more in the steam room. Just a friendly nod and as I was tired from a long day I did not really give it any more thought. He left the pool area before me and as I got back to the changing rooms I fond myself glancing round seeing if he was still there and realised I was disappointed when I did not see a trace of him.

I got changed and was ready to head off for something to eat when I heard noises, there was a side room I had not seen. I figured it was a treatment room and did not know the hotel had a full spa as well so I leant in to check it out.

It was the guy from the pool, standing close and personal with the young lad who ran the desk there. The lad looked at me shocked and moved back from him and I looked between them and then he left in a hurry.

The guy looked at me, “Well there goes my quickie before dinner,” and I looked at him. My face flushed red and my mind raced. I was feeling bold and I replied to him.

“Sorry about that, anything I can help with?” He smiled in response and told me to sit, there was a counter and seats, for doing nails I imagined and I perched on it. He stepped forward an dran his hands all over me, rubbing and caressing, pinching my nipples when he brushed them, or outright groped them. He asked my name and I told him. He held my left hand up, gesturing to my wedding ring.
“Is your wife with you, Harry?” I answered honestly, telling him no, I was there on business and alone. He grinned at me telling me how much he liked easy married guys. I realised I had fallen silent under his grasp and I breathed heavily anticipating what might be coming next. He told me his other half was upstairs, maybe we should all get a drink together. It was not what I was expecting, but I said, “Sure, why not.”
He turned to leave and I was left a bit confused, was that it, but instead of leaving he clicked the door latch and turned back to me. He nodded for me to move and I did, sluing of the work surface and into the chair which he rotated to face him. Then he unzipped, pulling out his cock, his foreskin half revealing a fat purple tip.

He did not ask, he just advance, pushing his semi hard cock into my mouth. I moaned, it was the sexiest thing I had experienced in a while. His jeans buffered against my lips and face and so I reached up fumbling his button and the pulling and pushing them down, giving him free range tp push his fat dick easily in and out - he was about 6 inches and the girth of it fills day out beautifully.

He pushed my chair then and I moved away from the desk. He sat on and I wheeled back to him, leaning in and skive him in long and slow strokes. Soon he pushed back on my seat again moving me away from him once more.
“Oh you slut,” she said to me and held back a laugh, you have no idea I thought!

“Why did you stop?” I asked goading him, “I though you knew what easy married guys wanted?” I figured it was my turn to surprise him so I stood and pushed down my trackies and boxers. He waited not one minute, getting up from his seat. I leant on a sideboard and he moved behind me. He moved away and I looked to see why, he was rooting through some bottles on the adjacent shelf, then with a grab, he returned, amply rubbing what looked like moisturiser over his cock.

I pater my legs for him and he fingered me, two digits sloppy with cream in me quickly then he moved back in place. His fat tip nudged a couple of times and I shifted as did he and then I cried out as he lined up and with a assertive push, popped into my rear.

He was silent now, and still as he slowly moved and let himself adjust. He felt lovely in me and I felt the pull on my hole as he went in so I imagined how tight I would feel for him. Within a couple of goes I felt him back at full rigidity and he fucked me in earnest, his skin clapping off mine as he built up a rhythm. Then he grabbed my arms, his fingers dug in which hurt a bit, but I did not mind the distraction to save me from crying out in mutual joy with him. I felt two, maybe three warm squirts into me and then held position, letting his breathing settle, his cock staying nice and firm inside me. I started to wank, my cock rising to full mast at the softest of touches, but my bum clenching in reaction to it was too much for him and he pulled back, slipping from me.

Instantly my whole body seemed to miss having him in me and I wanked on, but my cock softened as I yearned for something more. I looked up and he was smiling at me, dropping a toll into the linen bin and handing me one. I wiped up the makeshift lube from my cheeks loving the tender feeling between them. He asked about that drink and I said ‘sure’ this time without needing to think about it.

I told him I wanted to pop to my room first and clean up. He said that was fine - I thought to myself how I was not asking his permission, but his tone was intriguing and I looked forward to seeing him again shortly.