I had just got out of the shower when the doorbell rang. I knew that I was late getting ready so I wrapped a towel around my waist and opened the door, assuming it was going to be Cleo.
"I'll be two minutes," I told her, "I'm packed already." And we both headed to my bedroom.
She flopped into a chair and watched as I dropped the towel and rummaged for jeans and a shirt to wear in the car.
"I do like your tight little arse," she commented from behind me, "but turn around."
Every time I see Cleo, or even think of her, I think of sex; of her lips on mine or exploring my body, of my lips kissing her belly or breasts or pussy, of her lips wrapped around my cock, or my cock buried in her until i lose control, but right now I was more conscious of getting in the car and starting our weekend away at a little airbnb on the beach, two hours down the coast. I turned to face her as requested. God she's beautiful I thought, and I felt the first stirrings of lust.
"Oh, he's all tiny," she complained, in a voice that a young girl might use to describe a small kitten. "Come closer," and she shuffled forward to sit on the edge of the seat.
She had a mischievous look on her face as I approached, and my cock was definitely growing in anticipation. She reached out a hand and wrapped it around me, and I swelled at her touch, she stroked me gently, and I hardened in her hand, while she licked her lips, then kissed the tip.
I ran my fingers through her hair, encouraging her, and she took more of me in her mouth, her head bobbing for a minute or two, while she continued to stroke me with her hand. I usually have good control, but her ministrations were so unexpected, so sexy, and her mouth felt so awesome, I knew I wasn't going to last long. Then she lifted her head, pushed me back and stood up.
"That's all you get. Punishment for not being ready on time," she scolded, giving me a smack on my arse. " But if you wear something easy for me to undo, I may, just may, finish you off while you're driving."
This was going to be an amazing weekend. Ten minutes later, we were on the highway heading south.
I had first met Cleo three months ago at a conference and we had spent more time in bed than listening to boring talks that were meant to professionally develop us. She had been amazing in bed; uninhibited, creative, fun, but we had agreed it was a conference romance with no future. Then two weeks ago she had phoned me. She was in town for a two month contract and did I want to catch up. We met for a drink, then ended up in bed within an hour.
I looked across at her sitting in the passenger seat of my BMW. She was wearing a short skirt that was riding up to show off her tanned thighs and a button up shirt that was undone to show off the smooth swell of her breasts.
We chatted aimlessly for a while, but I was half hard, wondering if she was going to make good with her offer. I had worn loose track pants with a tie waist, just in case.
"I've been horny all week," she confessed after about half an hour. "Thinking about this weekend, but especially after that video call on Wednesday night."
Wednesday evening had started as a phone call, then she had told me that she was in bed as we talked, I'd asked what she was wearing, she had switched to a video call to show me she was wearing a loose tee shirt and sensible panties. I was fully dressed, and she had complained, so I had propped up my phone and performed a very bad striptease, down to my underpants.
