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.