“This is the life,” I told myself, sinking lower into the bath full of hot, bubbly water.
I looked around the bathroom again. It was huge – which meant it fitted in rather well with the luxury hotel suite I was using. I’d never stayed in a place like this before, but was pretty sure I could get used to it!
“Cheers,” I toasted myself in the mirrored walls, taking a sip from the icy cold champagne that had been delivered to my room only a few minutes earlier.
What a day! I’d spent the day finishing off a business deal for my clients, Laura and Andy. We’d started off with a pre-breakfast meeting at seven this morning, and had finished the deal half an hour ago, some fourteen hours later. Laura and Andy were now some £9.2m better off, and I was sitting on a fee of £290,000, including a bonus of £200,000 for talking the price up today.
Not bad for a days work! Suddenly, the Ferrari that I’d always promised myself was becoming a reality!
I sank even lower into the water, feeling the tension easing away from my body. I switched the spa on, and felt the bubbles swirling around me. I finished off my glass of champagne, and closed my eyes. A few doubts crossed my mind. Could I have got more for Laura and Andy? No, I told myself – the deal really was the best available, and everyone was very happy.
I jumped at the shrill ringing of the phone. I must have dozed off. I sat up quickly, water going everywhere, and grabbed the phone off the wall.
“Who has a phone in their bathroom?” I wondered briefly.
“Hello,” I mumbled into the phone.
“Simon, come and join us, we need to celebrate.” It was Laura.
I started to make some excuses about being tired, adding “And I’m in the bath.”
“So are we,” giggled Laura. I heard Andy in the background, my cock reacting to the thought of them in the bath together.
“Come on through in twenty minutes,” Laura told me, “And I’ll get some food and more champagne brought up.”
I settled back into the still hot water. Closing my eyes, I thought about Laura and Andy.
I’d first met them about a year ago. A married couple in their early thirties, they had managed to build up a very successful business. While Andy was clearly the more business like of the two of them, Laura was the driving force. They now wanted to sell up, take a break and then move onto something new. And that was where I fitted in. Today’s deal had been the one they’d been waiting for.
Working with them had been great, and we’d all become good friends. They love to have fun, and meetings had always been enjoyable, despite the heavy workload they always entailed. I thought about how I’d need to stay in touch – if they set up another business, they’d hopefully need my help again at some point in time.
I must have dozed off again. The phone was ringing loudly – water went everywhere again as I reached out and grabbed it.
“Where are you?” Laura wanted to know. “The foods getting cold, and the champagne warm!”
I told her I’d be straight through. She must have realised that I was still in the bath, as she told me to just get dried off and grab a gown as that was all they’d done.
I got dried quickly, finishing off another glass of champagne as I did so. I pulled on the hotel’s terry gown from the back of the door, and tapped on the door through to the adjoining suite. The door flew open almost straight away, and Laura dragged me into their suite. I thought my room was big, but this was huge.
Andy came across and shook my hand, thanking me again for all my help. Laura leant against me and kissed my cheek, adding her thanks. I was acutely aware of the softness of her breasts pressing against me.
Two long settees set at right angles to one another occupied the centre of the room. In the space between them was a low, glass topped table. The table was laden with food, and several bottles of champagne. As Andy and Laura sat on one settee, I sat on the other, all of us dressed in the white hotel gowns.
We ate quietly, suddenly realising how hungry we were. The food was fantastic – and the champagne washed it down very nicely.
Once we were finished, we topped up our champagne glasses, and sat back to chat. Laura was leaning back against Andy, her legs tucked up underneath herself. We chatted mainly about their plans for the next few months - a good long holiday, an even longer break back home, and then some thinking about their next business venture. I told them of my plans to go car hunting!
As we chatted, I caught the odd strange look from Laura. It was if she wanted to do, or say, something but wasn’t sure if to or not. But then she decided.
“Darling,” she said, turning to Andy, “I would really like to thank Simon properly for all he’s done for us. You don’t mind do you?”
He smiled as Laura got up and moved quickly across to where I was sat. Kneeling in front of me, and looking into my eyes, she ran her hand up the outside of my thigh, inside my gown, up to my hip. My cock lurched.
“You don’t mind, do you?” she asked me huskily, slowly running her nails back down my thigh.
Her eyes dropped to my groin. She smiled. Standing up, she held out her hand to me. Somewhat taken aback at how this amazing situation had developed so rapidly, I took her hand and let her lead me across the room. I glanced back over my shoulder at Andy. He held his glass up to me in a toast.
“Enjoy.” was all he said. I couldn’t help noticing the more than obvious “tent” in the front of his robe.
“Don’t worry,” Laura told me as she pushed the bedroom door closed behind us, “I’m sure he’ll join us later.”
The bedroom was luxurious to say the least. In the middle of the room was a huge bed, with a canopy over it. The wall at the end of the bed was covered in mirrors. To one side was a range of easy chairs, set around a mirrored table. There was champagne in an ice bucket on the table.
But my quick glance around the room was cut short as Laura came into my arms. It seemed so natural as I pulled her to me and kissed her for the first time. Her lips felt soft and moist. I could taste her lipstick. Her tongue ran softly around my lips, and then between them. I pulled her tight as our tongues met, and slipped sensually around each other. There was no rush, just sheer enjoyment.
As we kissed, Laura undid the cord on my gown so that it fell open. She ran her hands over my chest and stomach, scratching me lightly with her nails, heightening the sense of sensuality that was washing over us as we kissed, our kisses becoming more passionate by the second. My cock was hardening rapidly, but Laura was careful not to touch me – yet.
Eventually, Laura moved back from me a little. Her face was flushed, her brown eyes bright with desire. She reached up and released the clip holding her hair in place. With of slight shake of her head, her dark brown hair spilled across her shoulders and half way down her back. She kissed me again, and then stepped back. Slowly, she undid the cord of her gown, and eased it open. She shrugged the gown off her shoulders. It slid down her arms, and fell into a pool around her feet.
I expected her to be naked underneath, but she wasn’t. She stood facing me, with one foot slightly in front of the other, her hands on her hips, posing for me. All she was wearing was a red silk basque, with some black trimmings, and some silky red knickers. Her body looked tanned and slender, the basque showing off her beautiful breasts. Her legs were long and shapely, her bare feet incredibly dainty.
My cock was rigid by now, and at last she touched me as she stepped forward to kiss me as passionately as before. This time she pushed by gown off my shoulders, leaving me naked, before stroking my cock, and sinking her probing tongue into my mouth. Our tongues danced a slippery dance together.
I pulled her tight to me, savouring the feel of her firm body against me. I reached around her, holding her to me, cupping her tight buttocks in my hands, and finding to my joy that her silky knickers were actually a thong.
Slowly she dropped to her knees, licking and sucking my nipples, kissing her way down my chest and stomach. She looked intently at my cock, which was jutting out from my body in all it’s seven, thick, hard inches of glory. She leant forward and kissed the tip of my cock, her tongue slowly caressing the head.
I watched as my cock disappeared into her mouth, her red lips wrapped around me. Her lips slid up and down my length, leaving smudges of red lipstick behind. She sucked me deeper into her mouth, sending waves of pleasure through my body. Her hand reached up to cup and squeeze my balls, her other hand stroking up and down my cock.
As the pressure built, and my cum started to rise, she stopped. Easing my cock out of her mouth, she held it up against my body. She licked slowly along my cock, from the very base up to the tip. And then back down again, along my cock, onto my balls, and as deep as her probing tongue could reach. She lapped and sucked at my balls, sucking them into her warm mouth.
I moaned out loud, and – reaching for her head – pulled her back onto my cock, pushing myself back into her mouth. She reached around to my bum, and pulled me tighter to her, her fingers probing. I held her head and fucked her wet mouth. She sucked on me, drawing me deeper into her with each thrust of my hips. I felt my balls tighten as my cum built up inside them, demanding release. I fucked her mouth harder, her hand now stroking me, moving faster to match my rhythm
