More Than Friends

Astrid caught her breath. She wanted to sink into the pillows and go back to sleep. She looked at the adequate piece of man beside her and thought she best seal the deal. Make sure he is incentivized to yearn for her properly again.

"Well done." Astrid said, her voice a little raspy. "Now, can you get a glove from the toilet?"

John stroked her lower back a few times then kissed her. He slowly walked into the toilet without the foggiest idea where he'd find what Astrid asked for.

Astrid was still a bit woozy. She cursed herself for being out of shape. Her recovery wasn't as fast as it was. It doesn't help being poisoned while at work. Worse was having her cover blown and having to be unceremoniously brought back to the home islands and dumped out of sight to "get back to health". Astrid half rolled out of bed and went through her luggage. She got her trusty harness and the dual-tone silicone dildo she had John ride the night before. She double-checked if she cleaned it properly, pulling back the foreskin revealing a torpedo-like head. A thrill ran between her right nipple and her clit, like a weak electric shock. The perversity of this toy always gets to her; stiffening her nipples.

Astrid unlimbered her hips, rotating them clockwise and counter clockwise. She frowned as a few ticks and cracks followed, but she couldn't deny she had grown older. To distract herself, she thought of asking John to help her wear the strap-on. She thought otherwise, quietly wearing the harness and pushing the dildo through the O-ring. She sat back on the bed and placed the duvet over her lap.

John walked out of the bathroom carrying a small box. For the uninitiated, it would have looked like any fancy tissue box. This one contained latex gloves. John presented the box to Astrid as if offering her a box of candy. Astrid took a piece and thanked John who conveniently set it aside again on the table.

When John walked back to Astrid, she was sensuously putting the gloves on. "Let's make sure you're healthy and empty." Astrid said with a flourish pulling the glove, letting it go with a snap as she said "Empty". John got the bottle of lube before walking back in front of Astrid.

"I didn't get a message saying I was due for a check-up," John said lightly placing his hands on his hips.

"I'm not from the NHS silly, I'm from a different service." Astrid purred as she took the bottle of lube and pulled his thighs to draw him closer. She squeezed a big dollop on her palm and closed it fully coating one side. "Can you please drop your boxers for me?" She asks sternly.

John complied. When he straightened up Astrid was ready to catch his stiff cock with her ungloved hand. He felt the other arm try to draw him closer again.

"This might be a bit cold," Astrid said as swiped her gloved hands between his ass cheeks. Twisting her wrist, she swiped it again fully covering the glove with lube. She saw John reach for her. "Excuse me, this is a professional service. Please keep your hands to yourself." Astrid said with some strictness.

She then took the head of John's cock into her warm mouth, giving it a good suck. It popped out loudly as Astrid pulled her head back. She looked up into his eyes, spat a bit on the cock head, and rubbed the spit on his shaft with her hand. "Sir, can you spread your legs a bit for me? Yes, thank you." Astrid said as she watched John widen her stance.

Astrid rubbed her middle finger around his hole, making sure she had a good idea where his anus is. She felt him clench and steady himself, he knows what will follow. The moment she felt his hole relaxed, she steadily pushed her middle finger all the way in. John gasped with surprise. She felt his tight ring contract repeatedly on her finger in protest. She started to get even wetter.

Astrid kissed his stomach. "That wasn't so bad, was it?" Astrid worked her finger slowly, but not pulling it out. John didn't answer. She started stroking his cock slowly. "When was your prostate last checked? Have you been keeping tabs on your health?" She stopped her ministrations when he didn't answer.

"Um, I haven't had it checked since you know..." John stammered a bit embarrassed. Astrid resumed stroking his cock and loosening his ass. "You mean you never asked other girls to do this to you?" Astrid asked, making sure her finger was lodged deep as she asked the question. "You never had problems getting women interested" Astrid teased.

"I just wasn't interested" John quipped.

Astrid knew John saw a few women. Against her nature, she did keep tabs on him. Always thought maybe, she'd have a chance to play house. Work in his city, fuck him, not get his life ruined... or him killed. "Not interested in letting them play with your ass you mean?" Astrid said in a deadpan manner.

John's hard-on started to waver. "It was never like that. I mean I've tried to look for you." He sounded hurt.

"Steady there soldier. I know. I'm just teasing you." Astrid said, trying to remedy the situation. "I'm not going anywhere for a while, and *I* brought you here." She continued, looking into John's eyes. Astrid hoped that was a look of reassurance.

The cock in her hand hardened again.

"Sir, I need to check your prostate now for swelling or lumps." Astrid tried to break the ice by continuing her roleplay. She only saw him nod the slightest. "Sir?" she inquired.

"Um, yes. Please do... ngh" John wasn't able to finish replying. Astrid pushed in her index finger, stretching him with two. Skillfully she did check his spot for swelling or lumps, might as well be sure. She shifted to rubbing his spot, with growing firmness. She drank his struggle not to reach out for her, or guide her head to his cock.

Clear precum started to seep out of his cock. "Everything seems to be in order" Astrid chirped happily. "Do you need a bit of help cleaning up?" she asked.

"Uhh... Yes please." John struggles to say as Astrid works him firmly. Astrid took his cock into her mouth and gave him the best head he's had for nearly a decade.

Astrid felt his ass muscles begin to clench and his cock heat up in her mouth. She slowly withdraws her fingers from his bottom. She stopped blowing him, pulled the glove off, and threw it into the waste bin.

She gestured to him to come closer; She pulled him in for a deep kiss. She felt a hand on her cheek, another pawed on a breast. She felt him relax, she felt a twinge of guilt for teasing him too far. She had no intention to push his buttons, much less upset him.

As he broke the kiss, Astrid whispered. "I want to fuck you."

"Ok," he said gently. John pushed her into the bed and pulled the duvet from her lap. "OH! You mean..." John said startled.

"Yes," Astrid said matter of factly. Sitting up again on the bed and reaching for lube.

Before applying lube to her dildo, she asked John to get their remaining pillows. She took off the pillow case and John followed suit. "Do you want to be blind or bound?" Astrid asked casually.

"Hmm, just blind." John replies.

Internally, Astrid tsked. That was on her, she should have included "both" in the choices. "Ok. Come here, big boy." She said while folding the pillowcase vertically twice. She firmly wrapped it over his eyes and led him to the bed.

Astrid leaned near his ear and said. "I've spent so many nights thinking of taking you again." She then spanked his ass and prodded him onto the bed. She pushed his shoulders downward, signaling he should be on all fours. She pulled on his leg so his bottom would just be off the bed and aligned with her waist. Logistics, you can't peg a man without it.

She poured lube on the dildo's shaft, pulled the foreskin, and rubbed lube on the head as well. She guides the head onto his hole, and her free hand steadies his ass.

Astrid pushes in slowly. Her pussy itches as she watches his hole stretch to accommodate her. She hears suppressed grunts from him and a muffled moan as she goes all the way to the hilt. She pauses, letting him feel her warmth on the back of his thighs. She grabs the other pillow case and folds it vertically twice again.

She loops it over his waist, like reins. She took either end of the pillowcase and pulled on it tentatively, gradually tightening her grim. A technique John taught her in the past. She starts to fuck him, slowly but steadily.

She enjoyed his moans and how he squirmed. She loved how he offered himself easily.

There was a beep and the door to their room opened and closed.

John was oblivious. Astrid forgot she asked the desk clerk to come up.

Olena was surprised to see Astrid naked. More surprised to see her fucking blindfolded man on the bed. She didn't hear them, and she thought the room was empty! She composed herself and took another look at the perfect tits bouncing in unison with her thrusts. It's hard to place the colors of her areola but her nipples are stiff. She didn't stop fucking even when their eyes met.

Her hips were sensual, thought Olena. She wanted to think she was petrified, but really, she was just curious and wanted to watch more. Well until she gestures her to leave.

Astrid was able to process the intrusion quickly but she was curious what the clerk would do. Is she going to excuse herself and leave? Or, would she grab the laundry first and leave? Olena stood there for a while, one hand subconsciously rubbing her nipple. It turned Astrid on more, she loves putting on a show for an appreciative audience.

"сука," Olena thought as she watched Astrid put one of her legs on the bed to get better leverage fucking the unlucky guy. Or was it lucky? He sounded like he was taking the pounding well. She saw Astrid lean her head towards a plastic bag with some cloth in them, and again towards a brown bag on the table. Olena gave her an exaggerated nod and flashed Astrid the "quiet" gesture, a vertical index finger over the lips. Olena had the presence on her mind not to say "ssssh". Olena exaggeratedly sneaked to get the plastic and the brown bag, making sure not to make any noise.

As Olena was about to leave the room, she turned to Astrid one last time to signal that she was about to leave. Olena saw Astrid start to fuck the guy really hard. Olena can't take her eyes off the scene as she watched Astrid reach around and jack the guy off as she fucks him to orgasm. Olena caught Astrid's eye and Olena waved goodbye. Astrid nodded at her like it was the most natural thing in the world. As Olena quietly opens the door to leave, she heard the guy start to grunt heavily and say he was about to cum.

Kicking herself for leaving too soon and the door already ajar, Olena walked back into the lobby. Carefully closing the door behind her. She ran into one of the cleaning ladies and noticed she was looking at her chest. Olena looked to check if she spilled something on herself, she saw her nipples making a tent on the fabric.

Astrid encouraged John to cum, but she didn't stop fucking him until he was slumped face down on the bed. She presses the quick release on her harness, leaving it and the dildo deep in John's ass. She climbed onto the bed, knelt by his head, and checked if he was ok.

"Can you help me finish, please?" Astrid asked. Her pussy trailing juices down her thighs. John rolls over and pulls Astrid's thighs over his face. Astrid closes her eyes as she lowers her puss into John's mouth, using her fingers to spread her folds open.

She felt John's arms on her thighs, pulling her closer. His mouth kissed her nether lips; his tongue pushed into her. She leans forward to give him better access to her clit. He understood and lapped at her button. She pulled her clitoral hood to give him more surface area to lick, she was getting sensitive but she just had to hold on a little bit more.

Astrid moaned. She rubbed her pussy on his mouth half trying to escape his licking, the other to guide his tongue to her clit. She stopped as the orgasm began to grip her, John took it as an opportunity to tongue-lash her clit exclusively. Astrid's orgasm bubbled up from her pussy and radiated to her extremities. She came in a slow wave. She arched her back and her hand grabbed John's hair. When she came to John gently pushed her off and let her lie on the bed.

Astrid saw john prop himself up to crawl to her side, but not before seeing her harness and the attached dildo gingerly pop out of his ass. She held him and ran her hands on her back. He pulled her closer, his hands on her lower back and buttocks.

After a few moments, John asks. "Should I get the duvet?" Astrid laughs and pushes him off.

As Astrid rearranges herself on the bed and bask in her afterglow, she hears John wonder where the croissants went. He lamented that he could have sworn there were 2 more in the bag. Astrid laughed.