Hotel Delphi - Part 3

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Back in the room I'd got myself a beer from the minibar, flicked through the TV options and settled into a reasonable looking movie for about 5 minutes. It had reached the point where the bloke in the office had got his cock on the photocopier when the cute blonde secretary with the big tits came into the copier room......now who'd have guessed that might happen? Suddenly I heard a key in the room door....

As you came through the outer room, I was aware that you weren't alone. Walking into the lounge of the suite, and kicking off your shoes, I could see that your green cocktail dress was already in some disarray – obviously you'd had some fun in the lift on the way up! You were holding the hand of the man from the bar, who was suddenly a little embarrassed and flustered at the situation, but judging by the bulge in his pants, his brain was running low on blood at that point. Subject to your attentions however, any hesitations in his mind were soon overridden. You wrapped yourself around him – now in the privacy of the room, there were no limits to what could be done, and your hand quickly went to his already swollen dick, working it through the restrictions of his suit. For his part, he very quickly forgot about me, and went to work on your breast as he kissed you – I could see that your tongues were both playing deep field tonsil-tennis. I left the TV sound on low as a background, but turned my attention to the two of you.

This was very close to how we had planned it – we had both agreed that the idea of watching the other have sex with someone else was a great turn on, although we'd never been able to try it out. Coming away on this conference had given me an opportunity to bring you along, and we had both agreed that your chances of finding a suitable potential partner in a bar were rather greater than mine. At that we had agreed that the selection of the 'candidate' was entirely yours. So that was how we came to be playing this game...

Although you are both standing, clothing is already becoming an encumberance and is being removed – you have his shirt open and are running your hand through the hair on his chest. I can see that you've chosen well – he has a nicely developed upper body and obviously works out regularly to keep himself in shape. In turn he starts to unfasten your dress down the front, allowing himself more direct access to those lovely tits. As he gazes on them for the first time you slip them over the top of your bra, and then you reach up placing your arms around his neck, to kiss him again. With his arms around your waist, your proud nipples rise and meet his chest, just below his nipples – you both start to move slowly and sensuously against each other, nipple against nipple, pelvises pushing forwards together in a slow dance with no soundtrack – as you kiss deeply.

I also see that my barseat vision of you in a basque was not factually correct tonight – but nevertheless, a stunning picture to remember...

He brings one hand from behind you and cups your breast in it, using his thumb and finger to tease your already erect nipple further. After a short while, he eagerly takes it in his mouth, and I hear you moan with delight as his tongue starts to roll round your nipple. While he is thus engaged you slide his shirt off over his shoulders and down his arms – it falls to the floor, superfluous.

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