This is the third part of a mini-series. It is based in the UK and is entirely fictional. I would recommend you read Chapters 1 and 2 of Birthday Surprise, to familiarise yourself with the characters.
Here is a synopsis of the previous two chapters:
The story is written in the first person ("I"). The main character is a female professional in her mid 30s. To celebrate her birthday, her boyfriend (Mark) takes her to a luxury country hotel for a weekend of sexual fun and adventure. He surprises her by inviting a mysterious female (Jo) to share their bedroom for the night. This is the first time the main character has had a threesome with another woman...
I hope you enjoy this story!
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The ornate wall clock in the hotel bedroom indicated it was after 10 in the morning, but still my eye-lids remained heavy and unwilling to open yet. Bright rays of sunlight were denied entry into the bedroom by the heavy velvet curtains drawn across each window. The room was in virtual darkness; the log fire had burned itself out during the middle of the night and no longer provided a source of illumination. Inside my head, a series of erotic dreams were reliving the highlights of the night before. These uncontrollable sexual thoughts and fantasies were scratching the surface of my inner desires; reaching out to my libido and preparing my body for the adventures that lay ahead.
With my energy levels recharged once more, I slowly began to rouse from my deep slumber. I was lying on my side, but still reluctant to take the first glance of the day. I sensed Mark spooning up behind me, with his morning hard-on nestled between my buttocks. The head of his penis tickled my outer labia as he gently swayed his hips. With his arm around my waist, he applied delicate butterfly-like kisses to the top of my back and neck. I turned to jelly immediately. From my mouth I emitted a purring sound, as if I were a cat. I relished every part of Mark's touch, as the transformation from dreamy sleep-state to full-awareness took hold. I mimicked Mark's forward and backward movements with my own. My pussy was wet and receptive to further stimulation. However, being the tease that he was, he resisted the natural instinct to plunge his cock deep inside me. Instead he rolled me over onto my back and smothered me with a prolonged kiss on the lips. Our tongues began to inter-weave, as we engaged in some passionate French kissing.
"Good morning gorgeous!" he finally whispered. "I thought you'd never wake up."
In an instant, a cheesy grin covered my face. I looked into his loving eyes and wanted to embrace him forever.
"What time is it?" I asked in a bleary voice.
"Ten thirty. Time for a shower, me thinks."
With another peck on my lips and a sly wink of the left eye, Mark hopped out of the bed and scurried off towards the bathroom.
I was more alert now, thanks to the tantalising morning entree served up by Mark. I pulled myself up into a sitting position. Beside me was Jo, who had a restful look on her face, as she continued sleeping. Jo lay motionless, as she was still consumed by sleep. The duvet had slipped in the night and was only covering the lower half of her body. I admired her ample breasts once more, and found myself salivating at the possibility of kissing her pert nipples. Tempting as it was, I decided to hold back from doing this. She clearly needed more time asleep and I didn't want to be the one to deprive her of this pleasurable pastime. There would be plenty of time later in the day to re-acquaint myself with Jo's delectable assets!
Instead, I decided to follow Mark into the bathroom. I gave a cheeky wolf whistle at the sight of Mark's naked torso, as he prepared to take a shower. At this point he had his back to me and I marvelled at his pert bum, which I always thought was one of his best features. He turned back to smile at me before focusing his attention on working out how to turn the shower on.
This five star hotel did not cut any corners with the fixtures and fittings. The decadent proportions of the bathroom were amplified by the decision of the hotel owners to go for a modern arrangement. Instead of installing a shower cubicle or bath, it was designed as a wet room. The floor was covered with natural stone tiles which sloped towards a shiny metallic grill. This allowed water from the shower to safely escape, without the need for a fitted shower tray or shower door. Attached to the ceiling was a deluxe shower head. Mark adjusted the settings on a sensor on the wall and a powerful spray of warm water immediately cascaded onto Mark's head. Hazy clouds of steam wafted around the bathroom as he immersed himself in the pleasure of having a shower.
I strolled towards Mark and he held open his arms to hug me. "Glad you could join me" he quipped with a joyful smile.
We revelled in the warmth of the water as it cascaded over our skins. The fine droplets acted as a gentle massager and within moments I was wet from head to toe. We engaged in some light petting -- our hands playfully running up and down each other's backs, while nibbling ears, and making sumptuous kisses down the neckline. After some minutes of this, I spied upon some shower gel that Mark had dropped on the floor. I grabbed the plastic bottle and applied a generous amount of the soapy gel on to both hands. With a devilish glint in my eye I suggested that Mark might need some help getting clean. In an enticing manner, I smoothed my hands across the front of his hairy chest. I smeared the shower gel into Mark's body; sliding my hands progressively lower and lower. When they reached his pubic hair region, Mark gave a little groan of encouragement. With my bubbly hands, I could not resist encasing them around his firm shaft. In a slow, sensual motion, I lifted my hands along the length, lathering it in the soapy gel.
"We better make sure we clean everywhere thoroughly", I said as I pulled back his foreskin to ensure it was washed. Next, I took hold of his testicles and began massaging them with my fingers, on the pre-text of washing them. It was a picture to capture the delight in Mark's brown eyes, as I continued to manipulate his genitals. Without needing to say anything more, I slowly lowered myself onto my knees.
My eyes were now level with his raging hard-on. The soap suds had all but washed away, as the shower continued to deluge us with its delightful spray. I licked my lips in eager anticipation of giving Mark a blow job. I began by blowing gently across the very tip of his penis. I followed this up with some light licks; starting at the base of his manhood and then higher up.
As my mouth reached the top of his proud member, I enveloped my lips around it. With just the first couple of inches inside my mouth, I was able to swirl my tongue in a clockwise motion around the sensitive tip of Mark's penis. I was careful not to bite down with my teeth, knowing that would be painful. My saliva mixed with the fresh drips of the shower water; coating his dick in a continual layer of moisture.
I removed the head of the penis from my mouth temporarily, as I prepared to deep throat him. I adjusted my hair behind my shoulders, so I could continue to have a clear view of Mark's face. I wanted to treasure the escalating excitement that would be all too evident in his facial expression. It was a powerful feeling, knowing that your actions were taking another person closer to sexual ecstasy.
I was always proud of my ability to give good head. I recalled many a drunken evening, spent with female friends over a bottle of wine. Several of my friends confessed to giving blow jobs under duress and found no pleasure from doing so. For a few it was the fear of gagging. For others, it was the belief that it was in some way dirty or unnatural. I, on the other hand, got a kick out of giving blow jobs because of the reaction I got from my partner. It was no mean feat taking a whole penis into your mouth, but I knew it would produce a mind-blowing, pleasurable experience for Mark.
Ensuring that I took a deep breath, I opened my mouth as wide as possible and carefully fed Mark's cock into the back of my throat. Although it was uncomfortable accepting such a large object into my mouth, it was made easier by the lubrication of the shower water and my own saliva. I continued to welcome Mark's cock into my mouth. I was determined to make this the best blow job I had ever given, as a way of showing my appreciation to him. As my lips reached Mark's mass of pubic hair, an inner contentedness welled up inside me. I gradually ascended his shaft again. In doing so, I continued to apply firm pressure with my lips and throat muscles, to create the most exquisite sucking sensation. I took a peek upwards and saw the radiant signs of satisfaction in Mark's face. His head was tilted back slightly and his eyes were closed. He was moaning to himself, unable to contain the exuberating pleasure I was giving him.
Amongst all of this sexual pleasure giving, I had completely forgotten about Jo. A slight sound from outside the bathroom door drew my eyes away from the task in hand and towards the direction of the noise. Framed in the silhouette of the door was Jo in all of her naked glory. One of her petite hands had gravitated between her legs while the other was desperately tweaking her nipples. She was clearly aroused by my blow job performance, and in desperate need to masturbate.
