Chapter 5 - Down in London
We had planned on heading to London at some point for a bit of a break but when friends had asked if we could combine it with some house sitting for one of their acquaintances then we couldn't refuse.
The house was in the suburbs and whilst it wasn't huge it was nicely fitted out and close to the tube meaning we could be in the City proper within 20 minutes. We'd got there late on the first night and crashed out. Next day we made the most of visiting the sights and headed back to the house early evening, showered, dressed and out to a nearby restaurant. The staff had been friendly and one of the waitresses soon realised we were staying at the home of one of their regular clients. She asked what we thought of the place and we'd said it was great and very convenient. She asked what we thought of the basement. We said we hadn't noticed a basement and she smiled saying that it was a nice basement and worth a look. We were a bit bemused and left it that. We had a couple more drinks and then headed back to the house.
We both knew we needed to see what the waitress had been talking about and immediately looked for the entrance to the basement. It wasn't obvious but what we had thought had been a large understairs cupboard door was actually the door to the basement. A short flight of stairs led down into the basement proper.
It was a bit of a surprise for both of us. The walls and ceiling were mostly mirrored. The exceptions were where there was what could only be fixing points with metal rings fastened to them. We looked at each other and then at the rest of the room. There was a professional looking massage table and various oils and towels on a shelf. What looked like some sort of large storage cupboard or wardrobe even. There was a metalic panel in the centre of the ceiling cat. Other than that the floor was tiled and under-heated and there was even a separate shower room in the corner. Obviously it was a massage room and we discussed the fact it was a nice little luxury we could do with at home.
We'd gone back upstairs and after a couple of drinks we headed to bed. We soon were naked and desperate to explore each others bodies again. Because of work and travel we'd missed a few nights and we knew it. We'd very quickly ended up in a sideways 69 position. I needed to taste and lick you and you wanted to suck me. Sometimes the need to be that close, intimate and open is what works. I'd fingered you and both your pussy and butt got a lot of attention. You did a lot with your tongue - licking the end of my cock and making it wet with precum. You sucked it and then you pulled me into your mouth by gripping my buttocks. I enjoyed the sensation and combined with licking you I was getting more and more turned on. I used my fingers to open your pussy lips and pulled the hood of your clit back leaving your hard clit as exposed as possible. Using my tongue I'd licked it in a circular motion and this started to have a greater affect on you. You were breathing harder and moaning. I'd occasionally stop licking and suck your clit. You pushed yourself into my face as I did so and combined with continuing to finger fuck you you started to get close. I licked your clit fast and hard and started thrusting my cock into your mouth. You started to cum and used three fingers to fuck your pussy as I brought you into an intense climax. You moaned harder and began to relax. I rolled you over and opened your legs. You were very wet and because of the effect of finger fucking I could easily slide my cock into your pussy. I ground my pelvis against yours and your sensitive clit was again getting attention. I started to fuck you and I straightened up so that I could see my cock going into you with each thrust. I gripped you left buttock with my right hand with fingers against you butt. Your wetness was dripping down and I slid my fingers into you as I started to fuck you harder. You got your vibrator from the bedside shelf and quickly held it onto your clit. You became more vocal and soon I was thrusting harder and faster as I came inside you whilst the vibrator brought you into another intense orgasm.
We laid naked, intertwined and talking as we so often did. We talked about everything and anything as we got so physically close, our bodies intimately touching but totally natural. we only paused to drink, kiss or make love again.
We slept well eventually and after a slightly later breakfast than planned we headed back into the tourist spots and explored together. That evening we were back at the same restaurant for another tasty meal and a few drinks. The waitress we'd spoken the previous night hadn't been working but she'd appeared at the bar later, clearly on a night off. She came over to say hello. We told her we'd found the massage room in the basement. She almost laughed but immediately apologised. She explained that there was a lot more to it. We both asked what she meant but she didn't elaborate. She had a drink with us and she asked how we got together and what we liked doing. I told her we'd 'rediscovered' each other recently. Obviously drink had a hand in you telling her that we had good sex when we could. We all laughed and she said the owner of the house was of a similar way of thinking which seemed a bit of an odd thing to say. I quizzed her on it and after a pause she said that she knew the owner quite well and had been to his house a number of times. " So you're having sex with him?" You pointed out. She laughed again and nodded her head. She went to the bar and bought a round of drinks. I saw she was making a call on her mobile whilst doing so but was soon back with the drinks.
We chatted some more and then she explained she'd been speaking to the owner and that if we wanted, he'd agreed she could show us how the 'massage' room was actually set up. We were both intrigued obviously and immediately agreed. We finished our drinks and headed back to the house. We headed downstairs. She told us she was called Lisa.
Once inside the room she explained that she had actually helped in sorting out some additions for the room with the owner. She said that the massage table had electronic controls to tilt, lift and even vibrate (which caused us to exchange dirty looks). She described the different oils and said she'd become reasonably good at massage but wasn't formally trained. 'Snap' I'd said and you had very kindly told her that you got some very good massages from me. She joked that I could demonstrate a few of my techniques whilst she observed. I explained that I wasn't that good but you insisted that I certainly seemed to do the trick with you. In an effort to change the subject I asked what made this massage room different. She smiled and pulled an electronic key fob from her jacket pocket, pointed it at the large cupboard and pressed the fob. The doors were electric and slid open, concertinaing into the sides.