Karen stood in the bedroom naked, fresh from the shower, her blonde shoulder length hair already dried. She was peering into the mirror applying make-up. Her gorgeous curves, shapely and toned, looked voluptuous as she applied her mascara to her deep blue eyes. When she had finished she turned to me, as she always does, to ask how she looked. I looked up and down that wonderful body in the soft glow of the lamps, lingering on the trim furry triangle of pubic hair, just as I like it, and said what I thought. She looked sensational. She always does, much younger than her 48 years.
She smiled and began to get dressed. Nude hold-up stockings first. White cutaway wonderbra which gave her the most fabulous cleavage, and matching sheer panties. Then came the cream cross-over top, which occasionally revealed a glimpse of her breasts as she moved, and a brown patterned, tight stretchy skirt which came a few inches above her knee. Brown high heels completed the look and she was ready.
She put on a big furry coat and we got in the car and were off into the cold evening. An hour later we arrived at the 5 star hotel and checked in to the room. Expensive but very nice, with a large bed, beautiful bathroom and luxurious fittings
I said that I was going to unpack and so Karen decided to leave me to it and go downstairs to the bar for a drink. I told her to take one of the room key cards, just in case, and winked -- she knew what I meant and raised her eyes and shook her head as she closed the door. I put a couple of bottles of wine we had brought into the minibar and set up the i-pod onto the player in the room, ready to play and then set about hanging the few clothes we had brought for a couple of days stay.
I followed down about 20 minutes later and walked into the bar to find it was quite busy. I eventually spotted Karen and saw that she was sharing a small table in the corner with a guy and that they were chatting. Karen had her legs crossed and was leaning forward and I could see that there was a little chemistry going on! She hadn't seen me and so I decided to be mischievous and walked a wide route to a seat at the bar from where I could just see them. Her companion was a guy, about 35, Mediterranean looks, 6 feet and quite chunky but fit and athletic and looking. Rugby player build as Karen called it.
Conversation seemed to be flowing and they ordered a couple more drinks. It was clear they were getting on. I sent a text. Is he fuckable? I watched as Karen looked at her phone. She raised her eyebrows and replied: Where are you? I replied: Watching. She looked around the room and caught my eye, without giving me away. She scowled at me but resumed the conversation. More drinks. Then she picked her phone and sent a text: His name is Garcia and he has just propositioned me. I replied: Go for it. More drinks. Another text: Are you sure? Answer: Yes. Then: I think he knows I'm texting you but doesn't know where you are. I've told him you will have to be there. He said OK. He is keen!
I texted back: Take him to the room and I will join you in due course. She made eye contact, I smiled and she nodded imperceptibly.
Their conversation then looked to become intense with Garcia listening and nodding. He called for the bill and paid for the drinks and they both left, smiling and chatting, with Garcia's arm holding Karen's waist.
I decided I would leave them to get acquainted and would go to the room when I was ready. I found the prospect of walking in to the room and not knowing what stage things would be at quite exciting. I didn't want to miss anything but, at the same time, finding them engaged in something wildly sexy was very appealing.
After about 30 minutes I decided I had to go up.
From outside the door I could hear some music playing quietly but no other sounds. My heart was racing as I pushed the key card in to the lock, turned the handle as quietly as I could, and pushed the door open, walked in and then closed it behind me. I could not see the bed from the door so I quietly walked down the short corridor until the bed came into view.....
Karen was lying on her back and Garcia was lying beside her with one arm under her pulling her forward as he kissed her mouth deeply, with Karen returning the kiss. Her top was open and her bra pulled down to reveal her nipples, which were standing up pertly. Garcia's other hand was stroking her belly, then pushing her skirt down and then moving to stroke her breasts and nipples. They kissed like this for a further minute or two and then he pulled away from her mouth and moved his head to lick her breast and suck on her nipple, catching my eye as he did but not acknowledging me or stopping. Karen also saw me, smiled broadly and then sank back into the pillows and closed her eyes as Garcia pleasured her.
I noticed that they had started a bottle of wine so, not taking my eyes off them, I poured myself a glass, moved the armchair to a better position, and sat down to enjoy the view.
Garcia seemed skilled and very attentive. He seemed to be intent on gradually getting Karen more and more turned on. He moved his mouth from her breasts to her belly and to her mouth repeatedly as Karen stroked his back and his head, her eyes closed and her lips slightly apart, letting out a small gasp every now and then as he sucked hard on a nipple. Eventually his hand moved down to stroke her thighs over and over, then moved up under her skirt to brush her pussy, over her panties.
Karen let out "Mmmm, yes." and Garcia stopped and pulled her skirt up onto her hips. He tucked his hand into the top of her panties and then gradually pushed it right down to stroke her pussy lips slowly and methodically, while returning to French kiss her deeply at the same time. Karen grasped his head and kissed him passionately while lifting her hips to meet the strokes on her pussy lips.