A note from the author:
I am extremely grateful to Robert Reams for editing this story. In addition to cleaning up my many errors he also provide advice and clarity suggestions that I feel helped elevate this story from good to great. Any errors that remain are mine and should not be attributed to his assistance in any way.
I would also like to thank those that read my first story and took time to provide constructive criticism, feedback and encouragement (and a few inspirational pictures). It took much longer to complete this story but I am very happy with the finished piece. I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it.
This was meant to be a continuation of my first story but I feel it is better served as a stand alone story. The two stories still work together but also serve as a prime example as to why any story should be run past a good editor.
Finally, a thanks to "J", the inspiration for this storyline.
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Steam is building in the bathroom now. The large, luxurious room contains every amenity one could hope for away from home. A long, modern double vanity fills most of the forward wall, its open faced lower shelving is full of towels, lotions, perfumes and potions. A mirror covers the entire space above the counter. A floor to ceiling half-wall separates the area from the oversized shower in the right corner, its large shower head spewing a hot stream of water. A jacuzzi large enough for four dominates the corner opposite the shower on the right side wall. A door on the left leads to a smaller room containing the toilet and a small sink.
Jeff, my intimate friend, will be here soon so I don't have time to enjoy the relaxing waterfall. I quickly lather and shave my most delicate areas, taking only moments, because my hair is so fine. I am finishing soaping and scrubbing the rest of my body when I hear the bathroom door open.
Jeff and I are both married, but have been seeing each other for a couple of years now. Between jobs, family and life in general, our meetings have never been frequent, once a month at best. We would chat often in the intervals, trading pictures and fantasies. Our all-too-quick meetings have never allowed us time to go "all the way" though. My deepest longing is to feel his massive manhood inside me.
Tonight, coincidence had placed us in the same hotel, in the same city, far from home. His conference and my sales meetings will allow us a rare night to ourselves. Having spent so much time fantasizing, each of us knows exactly what the other wants. We plan on satisfying all those needs tonight.
Earlier I had slipped my spare key under Jeff's door. Now I can hear him entering the bathroom.
Keeping my back to him, I step out from under the gentle stream of water towards the shower door. I hear the soft hollow sounds of his shoes hitting the floor. Steam has fogged the glass, obscuring the view, but I know his eyes are locked on my body. I squeeze the washcloth I am holding so its foam runs down my spine. The sharp clink of his belt buckle falling to the tile floor, sends goose bumps skittering over me. I know he is leaning forward to slide his underwear down his legs so I press back against the glass, hoping his eye level is near my ass. My curvy cheeks form ovals against the glass, the space between clearly defined by the foamy soap. A moan escapes Jeff's throat.
The door opens. I quickly step forward to allow him space. Wrapping his arms around my chest and stomach, Jeff pulls me tight against his muscular body. The fingers of his right hand tease my left nipple as he kisses and nibbles his way along my shoulders and neck.
I feel his manhood between my cheeks,surprised he remains flaccid. I grind back against his crotch, surprised again that he resists, pulling away from my body.
With a gentle pull on my shoulder, Jeff turns me to face him. His hands slide up to the sides of my face; he leans in to place his lips against mine. As his tongue enters my mouth, his left hand moves to the back of my head, pulling my face tighter against his. My hands roam his tight backside as our tongues struggle against each other. After a few brief moments, he grips my hair and pulls my face away.
I am a bit confused at first, but he flashes me his sexiest smile, pushing me down by his grip on my hair. Understanding completely, I slide to my knees. This is for me; we both know it.
I struggle to lean into his crotch, but his grip holds my mouth just out of reach. My hands are rubbing up and down his legs and ass. I could easily pull him forward, but he knows I won't. I'm enjoying the feel of him controlling this moment, holding me back. I love the feel of his cock as it hardens in my mouth. He has been holding back to allow me this pleasure. His cock still hangs loosely. I can't imagine what image he has been keeping in his mind to prevent his erection, but I am pleased that he has thought about giving me my fantasy too. Now I see that he is swelling with arousal. He will be fully hard in a moment. I pull forward harder against his grip. Relenting, Jeff allows me to move toward my reward.
Not wasting any time I plant gentle kisses, starting at his waist just above his manhood, working down his softened shaft till finally reaching the sensitive head. Upon reaching the tip I take him in to my mouth entirely. I have difficulty taking all of him when he is fully erect, which is one of the reasons I love swallowing him soft. He is quickly swelling now, pulling me roughly in while he can, without me gagging. This also allows me another favorite. Snaking my tongue along the underside of his shaft, out past my lips, I lick at his sack and balls pressed against my chin. I reach to caress his scrotum, pushing his balls closer to my greedy tongue. He rapidly becomes harder; my tongue retreats to prevent gagging. Jeff, like me, is a "grower", extending directly toward my throat. He eases the grip on my head to allow me to pull back, but I place my hands on his ass to keep him deep.
Almost fully erect, his cock is pushing into my throat and I am fighting my natural reflexes. Tears are streaming down my face. I hover on the edge of my tolerance.
Finally, I am forced to relent. Backing off to half his length, I hold him there while my tongue plays along the sensitive underside. My hands roam his ass and muscular thighs. Jeff is massively erect now, but I feel the velvety flesh swell and stretch further. Past experiences of tasting Jeff's wonderful cock have taught me this expansion is sign of his approaching climax. Quickly I release him from my mouth, hoping to keep him below the edge. I would love to have him explode on my face and mouth, but tonight I have other plans for his seed.
I look up to see him watching me with a playful smile on his lips.
"Don't worry" he says. "I'm not ready to cum just yet."
The first words that either of us has spoken, his voice is soft and soothing. I must have a look of disbelief on my face about his climax not being imminent because he lets out a chuckle and his smile broadens.
"Pucker up those sexy lips for me, David."
His hold on my hair tightens again. I look back down his body. His right hand now grips the base of his cock, pointing it toward my face. His cock is harder than I have ever seen it, looking almost painfully erect. The veins stand out along its shaft, forming thick ridges. Its head has swollen to the size of a small plum, its skin shiny and taut, angry looking I can't help but wonder how I can possibly fit that massive tool inside me, but want it now more that ever.
"Pucker up for me, David," he says again.
I do as he says. He places the tip of his cock against my lips, slowly running his hand up the shaft, squeezing tightly. His always copious pre-cum flows freely onto my lips. He rubs his swollen cock around my mouth like some huge, obscene tube of lipstick.
Still holding my hair he leans to run the tip of his tongue across my mouth. Our lips touch, my tongue reaching out. Our tongues wrestle for dominance as Jeff helps me stand. Usually, kissing a guy does little for me, but my body now trembles with desire; I am glad to have his help standing.
Jeff breaks our kiss, turning me towards the spray of the shower. His arms wrap around me. As he steps forward, our bodies pressed together, I feel his hard cock snuggled between the cleft of my cheeks. His breathing is heavy. He begins kissing my neck and shoulders.
I pour some soap in my hand, reach back to quickly slick up his cock. I push back against him again. With that little lubrication I'm now able to grind my ass up and down the length of his shaft. All its wonderful ridges rub across the sensitive skin of my back door, causing me to moan low in approval.
Jeff runs his hand down my body to grasp my swollen member. Instead of stroking me, he simply grips the shaft, using the extra leverage to pull me more forcefully back against his crotch. His left hand lightly pinches and twists my nipple. The sensations are overwhelming, causing me to make a soft "Oh!" with each stroke of his cock along my tight hole.
After a few moments of wonderful grinding, Jeff releases my twitching member, running both hands over my chest and stomach. As he kisses along my neck again, he whispers, "Let's move to the bed."
I am in total agreement, so I shut off the water. He opens the door and steps out, already holding a towel for me. Fresh from the shower, water dripping down his body, Jeff looks sexier than ever. I resist the urge to go down on him again. We dry as fast as we can. I grab his cock and lead him out of the bathroom, gently stroking him as we walk.
Apparently, Jeff has spent a few moments prepping the bedroom before he entered the bathroom. The lights are off except for one dim lamp near the bed. Pillows have been piled up near the end of the king sized mattress, forming a crude ramp. Next to the pillows he has laid out the supplies I had placed on the nightstand. There is a bottle of lube, a slender vibrating plug, a larger plug that has a twirling head and rotating beads on the inside (my favorite!), and a short, black, rubber, three holed "tube" that I have never seen before.
I release my hold on Jeff to pick up the new object. I turn to face him with a look of curiosity.