A semi-autobiographical account of my sexual encounters over many years.
Chapter Fourteen. 1998.
(June.) Russell, early-thirties.
The assignment had taken much longer to complete than anticipated and it was late evening before I was able to sign the final document and return to the hotel. At least someone had pizzas' delivered to the office because the dining room at the hotel would have closed a couple of hours earlier than my return. Even the receptionist was coming to the end of her shift but I just had time to leave instructions that I wasn't to be disturbed in the morning and certainly wouldn't be up early enough for breakfast.
It was a hot night for June and I slipped into bed naked. Hoping to avoid being disturbed I inserted a pair of earplugs and settled down, happy to have gotten the assignment done with.
Waking in the morning I realised immediately that something had disturbed me. It was daylight and glancing at the bedside clock saw it was nearly 10am.
Then I saw him. A smartly dressed guy stood just inside the door looking confused.
"I'm sorry to disturb you but I assumed the room would have been vacated by now," he told me, adding by way of explanation that he was the duty manager.
"No problem; I didn't really want to sleep this late anyway so you've done me a favour," I assured the guy, sitting upright in bed and leaning back against the headboard.
I hadn't actually intended it but the cover inevitably slipped down to expose my breasts.
The colour came to the guy's face and though he tried to avoid looking at my breasts seemed unable to do so.
Realising that I had a full bladder which was demanding relief I pulled the cover clear and jumped from the bed.
"Dying to do a wee," I explained to the startled duty manager as I dashed naked to the en-suite.
Sitting on the loo I wondered if he'd still be there when I returned or if my brazen behaviour had spooked him. I found myself hoping he would still be there as the duty manager was a good looking guy.
Slim, and with short neatly groomed hair, the guy would be a little younger than I and probably in his early-thirties, I suppose.
Exiting the en-suite I was delighted to find him still there, albeit red in the face and looking bemused for of course I did nothing to cover my nakedness.
Standing close to the guy I explained about my late night and leaving instructions that I wasn't to be disturbed. The duty manager apologised saying he hadn't seen any note, his eyes darting all over my body. He told me he'd knocked before entering but supposed my earplugs had deadened the sound.
"I like your pubic hair, nicely trimmed but not too much so," he suddenly blurted, eyes fixed on my lower region.
I smiled, moving my feet a little further apart and the guy, still looking hot and bothered, told me his name was Russell.
"But people call me Russ."
"Well then Russ, it looks to me as if we have an imbalance of clothing."
I smiled at the guy and undid his belt buckle. Unzipping his trousers I pushed them down, making sure his underpants went with them. I fixed my eager eyes on his semi-erect penis before taking it in hand.
"Get that Jacket off Russ, you must be hot in this weather."
He agreed but told me the hotel staff were expected to remain smartly dressed at all times and that meant wearing a jacket and tie whatever the weather.
"You don't need to bother in here though," I commented, juggling his balls in my hand.
While Russell slipped his jacket off I amused myself playing with his penis and balls. Tie and shirt quickly followed the jacket but he was careful to hang the garments to avoid creasing.
Kneeling I set to work on his genitals, licking then sucking his balls. Next I turned my attention to his penis, licking round and round the rim to cause Russell's breathing to take on a gasping sound.
"Bloody hell!" he exclaimed when I took practically the entire length down my throat.
Sucking his penis I slid both hands up Russell's slim body to stimulate his nipples and I wasn't surprised when a hot torrent spurted down my throat.
Laying down across the bed I told Russ it was his turn and after removing his shoes and the clothing from around his ankles, he knelt at my feet. I promptly put my legs up over his shoulders offering him a perfect view of what I regard as my greatest asset, and which well over fifty guys have had the pleasure of possessing. (It is off course very many more by this time, 2018!)
At the first touch of his tongue on my cunt I knew I'd struck lucky; he was going to be really good at it. He was, very good, and my cries of joy were soon echoing round the room. With Russell's hands beneath my bottom, stroking and squeezing, I pressed his face between my thighs excitedly. By this time I'd experienced several marvellous orgasms under Russell's manipulations but now with his tongue continuing to work on my clitoris he began stimulating my anus with a fingertip. At that I literally exploded, writhing and squealing continually as I nearly always do under such a combination.
Standing then and doubling my legs back to my shoulders, Russ drove his penis deep inside me.
"Oh yes, lovely," I cried. "This is one of my favourite positions."
"I imagine you like it in lots of positions," he grinned down at me as his penis drove steadily in and out.
The full length of his penis was penetrating me and with every thrust I yelled my joy, wanting it to go on and on. It did too! Having already emptied his balls once Russ kept going for ages and I was practically delirious with excitement to feel his penis driving relentlessly in and out of me.
Eventually though, as with all good things, it was over and when Russ had gone after assuring me he'd give orders that my room mustn't be serviced for at least an hour, I took a nice leisurely bath.
Drying myself it was perhaps inevitable that my fervid imagination should go into overdrive. A scenario arose in which a group of guys, perhaps hotel staff, the why's and wherefores of how they came to be there irrelevant to my fantasy, entered the room and aroused by the sight of my naked body threw me face down over the end of the bed and took me one after the other.
Leaving the hotel without seeing any sign of Russell I loaded my car and set off for home, realising I would have to stop somewhere for food as my tummy was complaining about missing breakfast.
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(Late-July.) Justin/Tony/David.
We had rented a cottage in the Cotswolds for a long weekend break and the following encounter occurred on the Sunday afternoon.