A Special Treat 4

I turn my back.

"Unzip my dress," I say.

Slowly he complies, his cold fingers - rougher than the familiar touch of my husband - trailing against my flesh, making me shudder. Softly he kisses the sensitive skin at the back of my neck, but I pull away.

With my back still towards him, I allow the dress to fall down around my waist. Biting my lip, I reach back and unclasp my thin white bra, pulling it off and holding it out briefly before letting it fall to the floor. The air in the hotel room suddenly feels chilly, the skin on my naked back and bare breasts shivering involuntarily. I glance down to see my nipples, hard and bunched; I know it is because of the sensations coursing through my body rather than the temperature.

I take a deep breath, bite my lips, and turn to face him. His eyes drop immediately to my revealed flesh; I fold my arms across my belly, not covering my breasts but giving them a little extra support. He lets out a sigh, and there is lust in his eyes as he finally looks up at my face.

"They're beautiful. You're beautiful."

I give a snort. I'm not a classic beauty, but he seems to be genuinely enjoying what he is seeing - and judging by the bulge developing at the front of his well-cut trousers, my arousal is matched by his.

"May I touch?" he asks.

I nod. God, I needed to be touched!

He reaches out and puts his cold, rough hands on my pale soft breasts, squeezing and kneading, trapping my hard nipples between his fingers. I throw my head back and allow myself to blank out the room and focus intently on the feeling in my breasts - and the electric feeling that is pulsing from my nipples down between my thighs.

Reaching forward, I find his tie and use it to pull him towards me and down, and soon I am rewarded with the feel of his mouth on my breasts and nipples, nibbling and sucking.

"Bite me!" I breathe, and feel his sharp teeth nip a lump of the tender flesh on the bottom of my breast, hard enough that I know it will bruise.

I reach down to my hips and push at the fabric of my dress bunched around my waist, wiggling my ass so that the garment slips down and around my feet. I feel the coolness now around my legs and ass as I stand there dressed only in my little white panties, his mouth still busy on my breasts as one hand slips down to cup my ass.

I take a step backward, holding his head against me to bring him with me, and feel the hard edge of the bed against the back of my calf. I lower myself down onto the soft mattress; he follows, one hand still on my breast, the harsh fabric of his suit jacket rough against my bare belly. I feel his hand trail down my stomach and stop to explore the hard jewel in my belly-button piercing. He chuckles softly, and then leans forward to kiss me hard on the lips, startling me.

"That's quite slutty," he says, pulling back for a moment. "I like it!"

"Me too," I murmur, and reach around to pull him in for another hard kiss, my tongue thrusting into his mouth, tasting the flavour of the wine we have both consumed.

He pulls back for a moment, and looks my scantily-clad body up and down. I feel embarrassed under his evaluating gaze.

"What's your name?" he asks suddenly.

My mind whirls.

"Molly."

The first name I can think of. Next door's labrador.

"Molly," he says, trying it out. "Nice to meet you!"

He sits up and begins to shrug out of his jacket.

"No," I say, stopping him. "I like it!"

I push him back onto the bed, still dressed in his sharp suit and tie, and bend forward to undo his belt, unfasten his trousers, lower his zipper, reach inside.

His cock is hard and pulsing, not long but thick around, circumcised and with the head already leaking pre-cum - very different in size and shape to the one I am used to. I lean forward, grasping it firmly, and gently lick around the head and up and down his hard shaft. He groans, and reaches out to once more grasp my dangling naked breasts.

"I'm Jonathan," he says, but I don't reply - I am taking his hot shaft into my mouth and preparing my throat to swallow as much of him as I can.

Without removing my mouth from his hot, throbbing member I reach back and pull my panties down over my buttocks and wiggle out of them. Now I am in the state I have been imagining since I first saw him - totally naked, while he is still fully dressed in his smart suit. I groan around his cock at the flood of satisfaction that washes over me.

Carefully, I shuffle round until I am lying full length on top of his body, my knees either side of his head. I can feel the silky fabric of his tie along the length of my body, and my smoothly-shaved pudendum is poised tantalisingly above his mouth.

He takes the hint, and soon I can feel his hot, rough tongue exploring my womanhood, his hands clamped around my buttocks, clawing at them hard enough to leave red tracks as he sucks and nibbles his way between my lips. In return, I take him deeper into my mouth, pushing my tongue against his swollen member as I deep-throat him.

I push his trousers down to mid-thigh, curling my fingers around his stem to cup and fondle his ball-sack. I hear him moan and feel his balls begin to tighten with the onset of an imminent ejaculation, but I am nowhere near ready. I release him from my mouth, sitting up and turning around to face him, my knees now either side of his waist, my opening poised tantalisingly over his straining member.

I lean across to the dressing table - giving Jonathan the opportunity to grab and fondle my swinging breasts on the way - and retrieve the condom I placed there earlier. I rip open the packet, and fumble as I attempt to stretch it over his erection.

"Sorry," I murmur. "I'm a bit out of practice with these!"

He chuckles and takes the rubber from me, rolling it down the length of his hard shaft. I fondle the end; I have chosen one with a ribbed design and a tickler at the tip.

I reach down between my legs and gently part my smooth, slippery lips, still wet from his tongue and my own juices. I rub the end of his rubber-clad cock against the hard nub of my swollen clitoris, revelling in the waves of pleasure this elicits. Finally, with his hands on my hips for support, I lean back and allow the length of his thick, unfamiliar penis to push slowly up between my eager thighs, finally achieving the penetration I have been craving.

He reaches up to grab my breasts once again, squeezing roughly as he begins to withdraw slightly and then thrusts deep inside me. I gasp, and reach down to grasp his silky tie, rubbing it against my sensitive naked flesh.

"Oh god Molly, that is amazing!" he croaks as I begin to rotate my hips; it takes me a moment to remember that he means me.

He has his hand between my legs as he pushes into me, flicking and fiddling with my engorged clitoris until I don't know where the sensations are coming from. I feel myself building to a climax, and scream as I impale myself on his thick hardness, heedless of the neighbours in the adjoining rooms.

He flips me over so that I am kneeling on the bed, my buttocks in the air. Kneeling behind me, he grabs my hips and begins to feed himself into me once more. I've always regarded doggy position as particularly slutty and rarely allow it with my husband, but here, with this man, it feels so right as he thrusts in and out, building the rhythm, the ribs on the condom adding an extra roughness to the texture of the flesh embedded in my most intimate places.

I feel his rhythm increase, his breath coming faster as he approaches his climax, my own body responding to the quickening pace. A sudden pressure, and I feel him slipping first one, then two fingers into my ass, and as he fills me up in both holes my own orgasm arrives with a crash. By the time I feel the pulsing of his cock as he pumps hot sticky liquid up inside me, I am screaming again, wordlessly, in the most intense sensation I have experienced for years.

Hours later, I wake, alone, chilly and naked on the bed, a delicious soreness tingling on my breasts, buttocks and between my legs. 'Jonathan' has left, taking his sharp suit with him; on the floor I can see my discarded dress and underwear, and a limp condom filled with sticky white fluid.

I realise that the sound that woke me was the buzzing of my mobile phone, its ringtone muted. I glance at the screen. My husband, Rob. I pick it up and pressed the 'connect' button.

"Well? How did it go?"

His voice is eager.

I giggle.

"I'm lying on the bed, naked and used and rather sore!"

"I told you he couldn't resist you! And the suit?"

"Light grey, and very smart - and he kept it on throughout."

"So in terms of your fantasy...?"

I sigh contentedly.

"Couldn't be better - stranger in a smart suit, me naked, anonymous hotel room, pleasingly big cock, very satisfying sex!"

Rob chuckled.

"Excellent! Happy anniversary darling! When will you be home?"

I stretch out luxuriantly on the bed, enjoying the cool air on my naked body.

"I think I'll stay a bit longer and order room service. The staff here are dressed in very smart shirt and tie uniforms..."